OK, time to blow away the cobwebs on this thing for real this time. Break over, school’s back in session. We enjoyed the break, though, we must admit. Watching the increasingly absurd circus that is post-America America from a semi-detached distance without a thought to saying word one about it is quite… invigorating. And amusing at times. We do apologize for the scarcity of posts, however, and aim to make up for it post (yep, we meant to say that. Our affinity for horrid puns remains lamentably unchanged) haste.
Such as when that fat loser fuck Rove, the guy who never saw an election that he couldn’t fuck up, comes out and declares war on the Tea Party and everything else having even the tiniest little bit to do with actual conservatism and, to add hilarity to injury, decides to name his new conservative candidate targeting smear tank the “Conservative Victory Project.” The sheer nerve and hilarious dishonesty of that name made us laugh out so loud that even the Imperial Palace Guard registered a complaint.
But at least the Establishment RINOglicans are done pretending to be on our side, now they’re openly declaring war on us. Refreshing, to say the very least.
In which Misha expresses some imperial displeasure with the latest onslaught of the Pack of Slobbering RINOsaurs.