There’s a whole lotta faggin’ going on over on that side of the aisle, isn’t there?

Once again, I doubted the shorter, so I checked out the old redneck racist Robert Stacy Craig Darrell Jimmy Lee Junior Bubba McCain.

Jeesh, the “300” fest is really in full swing:

A disdain of blunt expression is natural among those who make their living in the wussified environment of contemporary elite journalism. To be a journalist in Washington is to live one’s life surrounded by men who have never driven 110 mph, never spent a night in jail, and never won a fightfight in their lives.

The upper echelons of American journalism have become the exclusive monopoly of former teacher’s pets, who as children were never sent to the principal’s office, who as teenagers were never suspended for showing up drunk for chemistry class, who as college students never woke up at 6:30 a.m. on the porch of the ATO house, who never played in a rock band or sold a pound of weed or dove from a 50-foot cliff into an abandoned rock quarry…

…One more thing: Mark Levin is a big man. His nasal tenor voice might lead the uninformed listener to picture him as a diminuitive nebbish. He is not. He’s the size of a Big 10 linebacker and I’d bet dollars to donuts Levin could take out Rod Dreher with a single punch.

“I’d bet one of maw-may’s Sunday breakfasts that Mark Levin could lasso the moon and bring it down in the backyard just to scrape off some o’ that moondust!”

“Oh yeah? I’d bet a big 18 point buck that Mark Levin could walk across the Pacific Ocean and pull up a Blue Whale and have it filet’d before he damn even got to Jay-pan!”

And so forth.

If there’s one thing that makes you right about your debate and makes your journalism better, it’s that you’re a big old tough talking sonuvabitch, I mean, though, except without all that ‘military service’ bullshit that the mere peons do.

I’m surprised he doesn’t demand that Mark Levin do his radio show in a leather thong and red cape, just like “300”.

And why “110 mph”? I’ve driven 120 on a highway before, yet I didn’t think it qualified me for journalistic commentary or radio hosting. And I bet a number of these nebbish wimp journalists who make zillions own cars that have regularly gone faster than that.

This is just all about fantasy for Robert Stacy Darrell Bubba Leath Rusty J. J. McCain, about how he’s among the big ol’ popular redneck crowd.

Kinda sad. In a real, real repressed homo sort of way.

Alas, the little-known “duelling wingnuts” scene from Deliverance, in which two right-wing pundits engage in a fast-paced call-and-response debate while even the toothless bumpkins stare in disbelief and laugh at their moronic views, remains on the cutting room floor as it was considered too distasteful.

Did I ever tell you about the time Mark Levin went hunting? Levin decides he’s going to hunt down all four of the Banana Splits. He stalks and kills every one of them with a machete. They all begged for their lives…except Fleegle.

Did I ever tell you about the time he taught his son how to drive? He entered him in the Indy 500.The kid wrecked and died. Levin said it would’ve happened sometime.

sold a pound of weed

So…. um, a “personal responsibility” “absolute morals” consertvative is argiung that we should admire big manly men who’ve broken the law? Wow. Goalposts. Zoom.

or sold a pound of weed or

Okay, so I may have worked my way through college by participating in an alternative economy. During those 5 years (the lifestyle has consequences, people), I never bought more than a half-pound at a time. Selling pounds is not something done by many people. Does this idiot have any idea just how much weed a pound is? Or has he just watched too many Miami Vice reruns?

Damn. El Cid beat me to it–those were the exact passages I planned to post and then mock.

Whole lotta homoerotic fantasy going on in there. I hadn’t thought of the 300 reference myself, but it fits.

Well played sir. Well played.

The Savage Sword of Stacy McCain. How very butch.

Mark Levin once punched a hole in a cow just to see who was coming down the road.

What a pack of jack-offs. It’s a sucker bet that even RSM doesn’t meet most of his own criteria for manliness. It’s more of a checklist for what he wishes to have been in his basement-dwelling youth.

Though I didn’t know that the “retarded frat-boy” theme was quite so popular.

I’m not quite ready to stop enjoying this. Pass the popcorn please.

I bet my signed Richard Petty auto-graphed 8 x 10 that Mark Levin could beat both the Pittsburgh Steelers and the Cleveland Cavaliers single-handedly at the same time.

“It’s more of a checklist for what he wishes to have been in his basement-dwelling youth life.”

Fixed, not for him alone, but for all wingnutz. And, in those rare cases of a repig not literally living in Mommy’s basement, it is true metaphorically for those pants-wetters*.

* Pants-wetting is a prerequisite to be a repig.

It’s a sucker bet that even RSM doesn’t meet most of his own criteria for manliness.

Probably explains his vehemence in cursing Dreher for his lack of manliness. McCain knows of what he speaks and which boot to lick. With that in mind, read his comments with Dwight Frye’s “Renfield” voice in your head and it makes sense. That or he’s like Instapundit mythical he-man friend from high school who’s name I can’t remember.

I have bought and sold kilos and driven well over 110 mph several times, and spent a fair amount of time at one of the most notorious ATO houses in the country. I was even cold-cocked by a guy at my sister’s wedding.
I have two teen age sons and I’m not encouraging them to emulate this behavior and I don’t think I’d feel a swelling of pride if I saw one of them selling a pound of weed or beating up Mark Levin.
The fact that Levin’s a big (fat?) guy doesn’t make it a whole lot more likely that he’s tough or would win a fight. That’s a common mistake of these tin-can types. Any experienced brawler will tell you to watch out for the quick little guy built like Harry Greb.

who as teenagers were never suspended for showing up drunk for chemistry class, who as college students never woke up at 6:30 a.m. on the porch of the ATO house, who never played in a rock band or sold a pound of weed or dove from a 50-foot cliff into an abandoned rock quarry…

Give RSM credit for parodying that manlier-than-thou style of internet bullshit, insistent on the author’s credibility. All that is missing from the passage are a few references to the author’s motorcycle, knife collection, sexy girlfriend, and ability to bench-press large weights.

read his comments with Dwight Frye’s “Renfield” voice in your head

” To be a journalist in Washington is to live one’s life surrounded by men who have never devoured the sweet life blood of the delicate rat, or to have driven a team of wild black Satanic frothing horses, or aided the Master in his machinations! HeHEheHEheHEheHEH!”

read his comments with Dwight Frye’s “Renfield” voice in your head

I was thinking Kevin McDonald’s Sir Simon Milligan myself.

So, according to the guy with the girl’s name, Mark Levin is on par with one of those Jaguars Ripped My Flesh he-man manly men’s adventure travel writers, whom in illustrated versions chopped their way through entire jungles in the company of scantily-clad nymphomaniacs (something about the heat and humidity makes them want to “do it” multiple times per day) while single-handedly defeating entire bands of cannibalistic natives and strangling jaguars and other dangerous wild beasts with their bare hands.

Uh, yeah, right.

(apologies to Tim Cahill for ripping off not only the title to one of his books but some of his funnier insights as well)

You libs are just jealous that I’m on the airwaves, lookin’ totally buff. Beefcake. BEEFCAKE! OBAMA BETTER NOT TAKE MY CHEESY POOFS AWAY, YOU GUYS, SERIOUSLY, MEEEHM! MEEEEEEEEHM!

Jaguars Ripped My Flesh

Rizzzz?

They all begged for their lives…except Fleegle.

I gotta believe that Snorky didn’t beg for his life either, given that he can’t talk.

MARK LEVIN is a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. MARK LEVIN has been known to remodel train stations on his lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. MARK LEVIN translates ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, MARK LEVIN writes award-winning operas, and MARK LEVIN manages time efficiently. Occasionally, MARK LEVIN treads water for three days in a row.

MARK LEVIN woos women with his sensuous and godlike trombone playing; MARK LEVIN can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and MARK LEVIN cooks Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. MARK LEVIN is an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru.

Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, MARK LEVIN once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. MARK LEVIN plays bluegrass cello, MARK LEVIN was scouted by the Mets, and MARK LEVIN is the subject of numerous documentaries. When he’s bored, MARK LEVIN builds large suspension bridges in his yard. MARK LEVIN enjoys urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after school, MARK LEVIN repairs electrical appliances free of charge.

MARK LEVIN is an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over his original line of corduroy evening wear. MARK LEVIN doesn’t perspire. MARK LEVIN is a private citizen, yet MARK LEVIN receives fan mail. MARK LEVIN has been caller number nine and has won the weekend passes. Last summer MARK LEVIN toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. MARK LEVIN bats 400. His deft floral arrangements have earned him fame in international botany circles. Children trust him.

MARK LEVIN can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. MARK LEVIN once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. MARK LEVIN knows the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. MARK LEVIN has performed several covert operations for the CIA. MARK LEVIN sleeps once a week; when MARK LEVIN does sleep, MARK LEVIN sleeps in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, MARK LEVIN successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to him.

MARK LEVIN balances, MARK LEVIN weaves, MARK LEVIN dodges, MARK LEVIN frolics, and his bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, MARK LEVIN participates in full-contact origami. Years ago MARK LEVIN discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. MARK LEVIN has made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven. MARK LEVIN breeds prizewinning clams. MARK LEVIN has won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. MARK LEVIN has played Hamlet, MARK LEVIN has performed open-heart surgery, and MARK LEVIN has spoken with Elvis.

But MARK LEVIN has not yet served in the military.

If I have to get up from this chair, somebody’s going to cry.

Mark Levin’s watch costs more than you car. Mark Levin made $970,000 last year. How much you make? You see pal, that’s who Mark Levin is, and you’re nothing. Nice guy, I don’t give a shit. Good father, fuck you. Go home and play with your kids. You wanna work here, close. You think this is abuse? You think this is abuse, you cocksucker? You can’t take this, how can you take the abuse you get on a sit?

You want to know what it takes to be a Conservative? It takes BRASS BALLS to be a Conservative.

There. Mamet and I just co-wrote a better column. And even though he’s artfaggy, Mamet is also a closet crypto Nazi (parse that) so he should be acceptable to the right wing.

I like when Stacy McCain accuses Rod Dreher of not being “sturdy”.

This is like watching two glee club members having a slap fight.

Not just a wingnut fight, but a battle within the giant Conservative War on Right-wing Douchebags. (aka C-WORD)

This is only just the beginning as the fanatics sort out their differences, whilst desparately trying not to mention the C-WORD.

There is no ‘ctrl’ button on Mark Levin’s computer. Mark Levin is always in control.

As a guy that has had only a few fights, I have never felt anything but embarrassment. One of the few I won, I woke up in jail with 2 broken ribs, leads on my chest, and a fancy $300 PI. And walked home barefoot.

I would gladly erase that from my past if all it cost me was points on the manly scale.

Of course, I don’t drink anymore, so I don’t get to further earn any redneck cheverons. But I do have a working penis so I still check the “male” box on forms; I hope that’s allowed.

Robert Stacy Darrell Jo Jo Rusty Leath Craig Jimmy Joe Bubba McCain on The Confederate Cause in the 21st Century:

The Confederate cause irrelevant? Never! Is honor irrelevant? Is courage irrelevant? Can the principles of the Founding Fathers ever be irrelevant to their descendants? …

Is lounging with your fellow manly men in the Mississippi afternoon sun with your shirts off and your feet in the slowly bubbling creek and an ice-cold mint julep at your side irrelevant?

Our ancestors’ cause was just and their conduct was honorable. Anyone who says otherwise is insulting the memory of heroes. Robert E. Lee said: “We could have pursued no other course without dishonor. And sad as the results have been, if it had all to be done again, we should be compelled to act in precisely the same manner.” And Jefferson Davis said essentially the same thing: “Nothing fills me with deeper sadness than to see a Southern man apologizing for the defense we made of our inheritance. Our cause was so just, so sacred, that had I known all that has come to pass, had I known what was to be inflicted upon me, all that my country was to suffer, all that our posterity was to endure, I would do it all over again.”

If the Confederate cause was a matter of honor for our ancestors, then it is a matter of honor for us, their descendants. It is our duty to defend the honor of our ancestors, and to preserve their memory for our own descendants. Our children and grandchildren deserve to know the courage of their ancestors, to know of their honor and sacrifice, for as Winston Churchill said, “A nation that forgets its past has no future.”

For this reason, supporters of honor and legacy as Robert Stacy Darrell Jo Jo Rusty Leath Craig Jimmy Joe Bubba Austin Billy Ray Luther McCain don’t serve in the mere regular “Union” military, but only on the more manly ceremonial re-enactment forces.

So now Obama has shown his true colors by nominating a far-left, activist, secularist, anti-white, pro-abort judge.

The Conservative movement has been emboldened this morning. Its going to be a long, hard confirmation fight. Get ready, Socialists!

Bonus Shorter Rod Dreher: Every sperm is sacred. Except Mark Levin.

What would make this pillow fight perfect would be if John Derbyshire decided to weigh in. But I don’t think the FSM loves me that much.

Mark Levin once shot a man in Reno just to watch him die.

Mark Levin kicked Borg ass at the Battle of Wolf 359.

Mark Levin once shot a man who shot a man in Reno just to watch him die, just to watch him watch him die.

Then he kicked Dalek and Cyberman ass at the Battle of Canary Wharf.

I wish they could just play nice.

Bonus Shorter Stacy McCain: I don’t give a damn what your SAT dick size is — but let it be known for the record that mine is bigger than most.

Mark Levin destroyed the One Ring just by glaring at it. Then he skull-fucked Sauron AND the Witch-King of Angmar AT THE SAME TIME.

The winner in this fight gets a set of steak knives.

The other guy will get fired.

And the coffee is for closers.

The wingnut answer to Prince Jazzbo vs. I Roy.

Fizt’d Bubba Bo Bob McCain’s comment for him:

The National Socialist cause irrelevant? Never! Is honor irrelevant? Is courage irrelevant?

If the Confederate cause was a matter of honor for our ancestors, then it is a matter of honor for us, their descendants. It is our duty to defend the honor of our ancestors, and to preserve their memory for our own descendants.

“Hey, this is a nice slope, hows bout I edge down it a little.”

Winston Churchill said, “A nation that forgets its past has no future.”

If Churchill were alive today and wanted to apply that saying to today’s wingnut, the lesson would be:
Don’t fight wars for people that don’t have your interest at heart. Sadly, I don’t think this wingnut learned anything from history.

Oh speaking of the South and the imminent Rising Again thereof, would several of you please be so kind as to explain to me the 147 dimension chess Obama was playing by sending a wreath to the Arlington Monument? I mean, I know that Obama is always the smartest guy in the room and that everything his administration does must be interpreted as an example of him cleverly outwitting his bumbling minority opponents–so what gives? Somehow this is going to lead to universal health care, right? Or like, an honest-to-God liberal on the court? Or do we need to get a filibuster proof 60 seats before the President can stop memorializing those who gave their lives in defense of treason and slavery?

Mark Levin kicked Borg ass at the Battle of Wolf 359.

GET OUT OF MY SECTOR, YA BIG DOPE

El Cid –

Robert Stacy Darrell Jo Jo Rusty Leath Craig Jimmy Joe Bubba McCain on The Confederate Cause in the 21st Century

It’s a damned good thing he’s not a hippy, or some might consider that supporting, you know, treason in defense of slavery.

Wait, Mencken – Mark Levin cut school, sold a pound of weed and spent a night in jail?

And wtf ancestors? Do people still honor those? My ancestors are dead people I have never met. I’m sure some were great, many were horrible, some knew when to hold ’em, others when to fold ’em. I don’t fucking care. And I can learn from history and still not care. His argument is a non sequitor.

They all had at least 1 child before dying, so that’s kinda cool though.

Mark Levin is the only man in America with the legal right to remove the tags from mattresses.

Mark Levin’s testicles dropped him.

Oh speaking of the South and the imminent Rising Again thereof, would several of you please be so kind as to explain to me the 147 dimension chess Obama was playing by sending a wreath to the Arlington Monument?

I don’t know, I thought it was sort of clever for Obama to seize on this supposed ‘tradition’ of commemorating the lost Confederate soldiers by making a big public gesture to simultaneously send a wreath to commemorate the African Americans and escaped slaves who fought for the Union.

Who knows? Maybe next year when the pro-treason advocates pipe up for their annual wreath-a-layin’, Obama’s gonna offer to show up at their Confederate Memorial with all sorts of heroic African Americans and Jews who had helped lead the fight against segregation.

Let Robert Stacy Darrell Jo Jo Rusty Leath Craig Jimmy Joe Bubba Austin Billy Ray Luther Rufus Tyler Dwayne Earl Cletus Roy McCain chew on that.

Grade-A ass kissin’ from commenter ‘Reaganpunk’ on Riehl, keeping in mind that they call Levin ‘The Great One’ (it is to laugh):

Can you believe these guys Great One? What is it like to be such an ass kicker? We love you, truly.

Mark Levin sold a pound of weed to a man just to see him get high.

Levin had finished work on the roof of his old barn for the day and was taking a quiet pint at the tavern in the village when a dark sedan rolled up outside. Three men in business dress got out of the car, one older, slightly plump, whose weary countenance could not hide his keen intelligent eyes, and two younger with hulking menace, gym-grown muscles rippling under their suit fabric, who stayed by the vehicle while the senior man went inside.

“Levin, you’re looking well,” said the older man.

“Wish I could say the same for you, Hotchkiss,”

“Can I sit?,” Hotchkiss asked.

“I’m retired now, remember?”

“Just hear me out, Levin”

When Mark Levin stares at the sun, it goes blind.

In the Godfather, they went to mattresses when they fought.

For today’s Republicans, they’re going to the daycare nap mats.

Levin-Dreher I: The Rumble in the Bunghole

Levin-Dreher II: The Thrilla in Vanilla

Mark Levin sold a pound of weed to Chuck Norris.

What is it like to be a one-legged ass kicker?

Now, that would be impressive.

“Can I sit?,” Hotchkiss asked.
“I’m retired now, remember?”

Gay prostitute joke? I’m too tired to tell

It should be noted that Mark Levin, unlike other Levins of my acquaintance, insists on pronouncing his surname Le VIN, which sounds awfully pussified, weak-kneed, and French to me.

Mark Levin doesn’t drink Gatorade, he sweats Gatorade.

Sounds like kidney failure

I’m amazed there are still rednecks crying about not being able to use the confederate flag.

Grade-A ass kissin’ from commenter ‘Reaganpunk’ on Riehl, keeping in mind that they call Levin ‘The Great One’ (it is to laugh):

Can you believe these guys Great One? What is it like to be such an ass kicker? We love you, truly.

The amusing thing about Levin’s Self-GreatOneization is how meek he is outside of his preferred format (and even there, with his Cartman-on-Red-Bull voice, he’s laughable). Saw him on Hannity for the laffs a month ago and he almost seemed embarrassed with himself, looking down and nodding quietly at whatever Seaniepoo was ranting over. Almost like, Sure, whatever brings the welfare in. That while wearing an ill-fitting, semi-buttoned suit that needed a few trips to the cleaners.

His legal book was mere bullshit for the choir, inspected and rejected thoroughly by anyone with marginal scholarship on the subject. As for the current one on the conservative mission- you know, the one with him in front of a burning flag- same old, same old we could have gotten from Hewitt or whatever.

I bet Robert Stacy McCain could buttfuck the faggot right out of that pussy Dreher.

He has to be Leh-VEEEN ’cause LEH-vin sounds too, you know, Jewwy.

Mark LeVEEEN, linebacker tuff-guy giant, looks all askeert on Sean Hannity’s show because the only reason the shitty LeVEEEEN is on the radio at all is because your station is required to play him in order to get Sean Hannity. Sean’s his daddy.

I am gald that Robert Stacey McCain cites my views with approval but I hope he won’t mind if I point out his error.

My most important argument did not concern taxes but the slavery of Negores, for which I became one of the prominent advocates in antebellum America. Slavery of blacks by whites is a positive good!

Union is THEFT!

It’s fun to make fun of these guys – they’re the pudgy 12-year-olds with the GI Joe fantasies and all that – but I wish I could be certain that guys like them don’t have a hugely disproportionate amount of power in political cirlces. What is it with these bozos? Measured by their own standards, they’re not even as manly as the liberals they sneer and giggle at, and yet they demand to be taken seriously. And some of them grow up to be Dick Cheney or Rush Limbaugh. These guys should, by rights, be hooted and laughed at every public appearance. And yet they’re obeyed, admired, even revered by many, many people. What a world, what a world..

“A failed oyster called R.S. McCain”

How does an oyster “fail”, precisely?

Or does it have to do with the whole “Faggotty Andy” trope?

These guys should, by rights, be hooted and laughed at every public appearance. And yet they’re obeyed, admired, even revered by many, many people. What a world, what a world.

The modern conservative movement consists of, and appeals to, chickenshit authoritarian sociopaths. That’s it.

But MARK LEVIN has not yet served in the military.

*polite golf applause*

Oh, very nicely played, sir!

Martini?

How does an oyster “fail”, precisely?

If it doesn’t produce a pearl, obviously oysters have no other point to exist. Organisms which don’t contribute to jewelry are evolutionary dead ends, and a sin in the site of God, the creator.

When a black cat crosses Mark Levin’s path, the cat has bad luck.

Hm, no wait, that actually happens. Sorry, not a parody.

ugh… sight

Ah, Cid, I didn’t catch the Capote allusion previously. What he actually said was “a constant irritation, with no resulting pearl”.

In Dreher/Levin’s case, we could easily substitute “successful hemorrhoid” for accuracy.

It’s too bizarre.

Or Robert Stacy McCain’s, whose perpetual blunderbuss brings to mind the inner life of a failed oyster: a constant irritation, with no resulting pearl.

Yeah, um, no.

(I stole that oyster dig from Truman Capote, but boy, does it ever apply here!)

Sure ya did. Google capote oyster…or failed oyster. Fail. Lots and lots of fail.

Mark LeVEEEN, linebacker tuff-guy giant, looks all askeert on Sean Hannity’s show because the only reason the shitty LeVEEEEN is on the radio at all is because your station is required to play him in order to get Sean Hannity. Sean’s his daddy.

Didn’t know that, though I should have figured.

El Cid,

He doesn’t pronounce it LeVEEN (which would make sense if it were spelled Levine), it’s even weirder: Le VIN, as in Le VINNY, short i. Mark Le Vin, rhymiing with Mark the Finn. Either way, it’s suspiciously unmanly.

Wow, I totally missed the best part of that sentence.

Robert Stacy McCain’s…perpetual blunderbuss

Imagine Rod Dreher shooting himself in the face, forever.

Mark Levin doesn’t drink Kool-aid often, but when he does, it’s Wingnut Kool-aid.

Stay stupid, my friends.

He doesn’t pronounce it LeVEEN (which would make sense if it were spelled Levine), it’s even weirder: Le VIN, as in Le VINNY, short i. Mark Le Vin, rhymiing with Mark the Finn.

It’s spelled “Levine,” pronounced “Butch.”

When wingnuts tangle, an angel gets its rocks off.

Send both of these mighty warriors into The Wingnut Terrordome: two oiled-up men enter, one happy couple leaves.

I’m personally proud of the many fights I’ve won single-handed … by using my brain successfully so as not to get into them to begin with. Fewer Manpoints but more intact body-parts.

Having seen plenty of hardcore he-men later in life, faces & bodies mangled all to hell, limping about or whizzing by in their wheelchairs, I think I can moderate my seething jealousy toward those lucky devils for their abundance of macho.

“or dove from a 50-foot cliff into an abandoned rock quarry…”

and got a job with the Washington Post, right?

“I bet my signed Richard Petty auto-graphed 8 x 10 that Mark Levin could beat both the Pittsburgh Steelers and the Cleveland Cavaliers single-handedly at the same time.”

but then he met……………Ditka.

Sounds like a good gangster name for a linebacker-sized tuff guy like Levine: Mark the Fin.

I bet in his late night fantasies this is how Levine’s imagined by Robert Stacy Darrell Jo Jo Rusty Leath Craig Jimmy Joe Bubba Austin Billy Ray Luther Rufus Tyler Dwayne Earl Cletus Roy Wilbur Leon Jay Bird McCain.

Mark Levin? Maybe this is “Maniac” Mark Lewin who was part of Kevin Sullivan’s satanic “cult” during the 80’s?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_Lewin.

At least, that is who I think of everytime I see the name……

I’m personally proud of the many fights I’ve won single-handed … by using my brain successfully so as not to get into them to begin with. Fewer Manpoints but more intact body-parts.

Ah, see, I merely employed the famed Welsh art of Llap Goch to win my fights.

I was thinking Kevin McDonald’s Sir Simon Milligan myself.

Ever since Ghostbusters II and Dracula, Dead & Loving It, I’ve always heard Renfield as Peter MacNicol.

Also, fuck the whole bunch of Confederates. Ritual urination on their graves would be too good for them.

BWAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!!!

*snort* Oh, Gawd, this is too good to be true. Barely five months into the Obama administration, and these guys are already calling each other faggots. Priceless.

I learned something today.

Rod Dreher: moderately readable (if for nothing other than “splenetic remora”)

Mark Levin and Stacy McCain: absolutely unreadable

If you have $5 and MARK LEVIN has $5, MARK LEVIN has more money than you.

OT: Douchehat is just sayin, is all

Barely five months into the Obama administration, and these guys are already calling each other faggots. Priceless.

I’m thinking the real pinnacle will be when they line up to get waterboarded to establish their manly-man cred, but my imagination is limited and it may get even funnier than that.

Crunchy Con:

If I were on the left, I would make sure that people thought that Mark Levin was the face of the Republican Party and the conservative movement.

Rod, have you taken a look at the current faces of the Republican Party/conservative movement? I think Levin would be a step up.

Barely five months into the Obama administration, and these guys are already calling each other faggots. Priceless.

Outright cannibalism by December 2010? Dare we hope?

To Bill Brasky Mark Levin!

mmy LOL

I’d suggest these mas macho wingnut warriors settle their differences with a cock-sucking contest. Everybody wins!

SomeNYGuy FTW!

Well, he must o’ thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a’ lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I’d go crazy
And some guy’d laugh and I’d bust his face-y,
I tell ya, life ain’t easy for a boy named “Stacy.”

Cockslaps at dawn!!!!

” Real conservatives like Ann Coulter and Mark Levin are spokespersons for the Common Man…”

There hasn’t been a real spokesperson for the “Common Man” since Merle Haggard, and…

Merle Hasn’t Lost His Fightin’ Side
Dr BLT (produced by Mark Yeary, formerly of Merle Haggard and the Strangers)
http://www.drblt.net/music/MerleVeryLast.mp3

never won a fightfight in their lives

WTF is a fightfight? Is that one of those slappy things?

Ah, that’s what I like. Little people hitting each other.

MARK LEVIN balances, MARK LEVIN weaves, MARK LEVIN dodges, MARK LEVIN frolics, and his bills are all paid.

Damn me, but I hadn’t seen that letter in a long time. Thanks for the memories!

never won a fightfight in their lives

WTF is a fightfight? Is that one of those slappy things?

I think TalkTalk did a song about this.

you’re thinking Duran Duran, actor.

I thought they were touring with the Go Gos when this was released.

Was that the tour that The The opened for Them?

Man Man, DA. That hurt!

Artie: “I’m sorry, I don’t think we met.”

Jerry: “Oh, right. Elaine, this is my cousin, Artie le-VEEN.”

Artie: “Le-VINE.”

Jerry (turning back to Elaine and muttering): “Le-VINE, right! And I’m Jerry Cougar Mellenkamp!”

Was that the tour that The The opened for Them?

The who?

Was that the tour that The The opened for Them?

The who?

Different tour.

Third Base!

The The? I heard they came down with beri-beri, and went to Baden-Baden for the cure-cure.
[\Round the Horne].

The Cure? How is Robert Smith involved?

Thanks MrToad for bringing that setup home.

The Cure? How is Robert Smith involved?

One thing, one thing leads to another.

One thing, one thing leads to another.

Shouldn’t you have said, “Fixxed?”

Actor is asking to be fixxed.

And if tig beats the zombie one more time, I will eated his branes.

Damn. Take a three day weekend, and I’m losing my edge.

Make sure it’s his branes you eat. I’ll be over here watching.

Stacy’s post reads like a Breaking away/Fandango/Red Dawn mash up.

At this bonfire of the wingnuts, all I can say is, “Get out the wienies and the marshmallows!”

Actor is asking to be Foxxed.

Measured by their own standards, they’re not even as manly as the liberals they sneer and giggle at…

Hell, they’re not even as manly as I am, and I’m all woman.

I’m all woman.

The 50% Polyester blend will do in a pinch.

Oh, Smut Clyde, U2?

The Hannity-Levin connection: Didn’t know stations had to carry Levin to get Hannity, but that confirms what Randi Rhodes sez, that Levin actually does all the “thinking” for Hannity. We know how dense Hannity is, so this doesn’t surprise me at all.

Hey!! I’m back, and this time I score one with teh ladies!

Mark Levin doesn’t drink Kool-aid often, but when he does, it’s Wingnut Kool-aid.

Mark Levin don’t need no Kool-Aid to crash through a wall!

The fact that Levin’s a big (fat?) guy doesn’t make it a whole lot more likely that he’s tough or would win a fight. That’s a common mistake of these tin-can types. Any experienced brawler will tell you to watch out for the quick little guy built like Harry Greb.

The “tell” is the ears. Pretty ears, not a fighter.

Shorter all of them (including the women): I’m worried about the size of my penis. Next, I’ll tell you something we didn’t already know.

this is so much fun. i wonder if the short one is gonna do it with the hairy one, that’d be sick!!! when’s the next episode? do they meet in a cruise ship and play out their inner most fantasies? wingnuts are so cute!!

I merely employed the famed Welsh art of Llap Goch to win my fights.

Okay … NOW I’m getting some shame over here – what with being 1/2 Welsh & all.

Yeah, now you know why the bottoms of the threads here smell funny.

Hey is this Levin that guy from those Dos Equis commercials? And when did they start making Jewish renecks?