It’s all well and good to laugh at the Swanks and the Grogans of the world (okay, it’s better than that – it’s priceless moments of hysteria) but remember: they vote.

And their ponytail-league insanity is directly responsible for the college softball level insanity that’s running this country into the ground.

I’m a big believer in laughing in the face of doom and despair (and nuking Iran definitely rises to that level) – mostly because your other option is crying, and that’s just not dignified. But there’s a big difference between laughing at something and not taking something seriously.

The most serious things of all are usually the ones that need the most laughter.

Though it jars me a little to get to the end of such thoughtful prose and see it was penned by a guy named ‘Retardo.’ :-)

M

Ezekiel says that fire and brimstone will be rained upon the enemies of God’s people …

Jebus fucking Christsicle, Salvation on a Stick, did Reagan really say that!? And if I think W is madderer than Reagan… Seriously. Someone needs to stop you guys before you kill again.

thanks gavin

mikey

Tough crowd, I swear…

Where’s Flint?

Not to worry, Dawg. I’ve got my two best agents, Napoleon Solo and Ilya Kuriakin (Dammit, I never could spell Ilya’s name right!) on the case. Open Channel D!!

alexander waverly
United Network Command for
Law Enforcement

Just so happens that we have photos of Ahmadinejad meeting with Ernst Blofeld of SMERSH! Details remain sketchy. But sources close to the investigation revealed the meeting occured at a remote cabin in the Swiss Alps, and involved bear-skin rugs and lots of champaign!!!

We also know that Agents of Thrush once attended a birthday party held for the Iranian president’s sixth cousin twice removed!

And the evidence only grows more chilling from there, my friend!!!!

1.) My failure to begin my alcohol intake much earlier.

2.) My mistaken assumption that the ‘Sadly’ in ‘Sadly, No’ was somehow intended as ironic.

3.) My failure to surround myself with loud music and freaks. Of all my historic errors in judgement, this one is clearaly the worst.

I’m sitting on the deck, writing a voiceover script all alone, and a question does occur to me: How is it even POSSIBLE that they need to run the leafblowers ten hours a day, EVERY Freakin day?

mikey

Oh well, I get to leave work in about an hour and a half, and then put a hurting on some beer at the Chophouse followed by tearing it up with some freaks and loud music. Things will seem much better then.

I’m laughing my tuchis off over here.