I once went to Cape Canaveral, and while I was their Neil Armstrong admitted they faked the moon landing. But where, you ask, is the evidence?

A receipt to a gas station in Cape Canaveral.

IS YOUR MIND BLOWN?!

er, there. I never dressed up as Neil Armstrong and claimed to fake the moon landing. Where would you get an idea like that? Communists, that’s where.

Oh, and also. These people know what the fuck Bill Ayers looks like on sight? What the fuck. That guy looks like a countless hundred old slightly balding guys in their 50s to 60s.

How is it that I, as a dirty filthy leftist liberal, couldn’t pick this guy out of a line up of a retirement home in Florida, but this woman picks him out in the middle of a D.C. station to accost him?

this woman is soooo attractive morally politically and physically, that if it wasnt totally against baby jeebus and the GOP I would have to throw virtue to the wind and run off to a lifetime of cheetoos and vile whinging.

I asked–what are you doing in D.C. Mr. Ayers?

How about, “None of your goddamn business you creepy fucking stalker”?

GFW = George Fucking Washington. Why does Anne hate our glorious Founding Father?

Also, “Reagan National” makes me want to projectile vomit. I’ll fly into “Reagan” when his corpse does enough bukkake to fit a 737.

How is it that I, as a dirty filthy leftist liberal, couldn’t pick this guy out of a line up of a retirement home in Florida, but this woman picks him out in the middle of a D.C. station to accost him?

‘Cause you have a life? I imagine every wingnut worth his or her Cheetos has the images people like Bill Ayers and Ward Churchill and Cindy Sheehan burned into their tiny brains so anytime they see, say, Michelle Obama not being…something…they can jump all over it.

Man, that’s what they live for. That’s all they live for. How it goes when you’re full of fear and loathing.

That being said, were I a guy who twisted the drawers of right-wing loons like this woman, that’s about all I’d do. Were I Bill Ayers, I’d a told her that I was not only the author of Obama’s book, I was his father. And Michelle’s. And Hillary Clinton’s. And David Letterman’s. And that I convinced Levy Johnston to do that Vanity Fair article. Whatever I could think of.

If I was Bill Ayers, I would have claimed to have written that book too, just to mess with her. Just to see her chins fall and her cake tunnel hang open, damp, and dark. Then I’d escape the coffee breath.

That’s why I’m not cut out for positions of authority.

Not sure what airport she’s talking about. Is she getting confused with Washington National? “Reagan National”? Pssht. Never heard of it.

Watch it, Ayers!
I may live on Endor with a bunch of Ewoks, but I do have SOME taste.

Chewy –

Is it true you chose Endor because of your proclivity for freaky dwarf sex?

I’ll tell you why the Chewbacca defense doesn’t make any sense. It’s because Chewbacca clearly lives on Kashyyk, not Endor. So the entire discussion is not just silly, but wrong.

And another thing, Bea Arthur exists in the Star Wars EU. Put that in your Lucasian pipe and smoke it!

Say, isn’t that the Purple Heart Band-Aid lady? I’d recognize her anywhere, but I’d never want to take her picture.

I’d sip this Starbuck if you know what I mean and I think you do, &c.

Perhaps Mr. Ayers was understandably rattled and discomfited by being accosted in a major international airport by a talking potato.

maybe she was looking for some wide stance cubical sex

Now that she’s nailed down the authorship thingie because she pwned Bill Ayers she will move on to the birth certificate thingie. The Usurper is in biiiig trouble now.

I once stood next to Ringo Starr in baggage claim at 3 a.m. at O’Hare airport. I demanded to know what he was doing in Chicago. He told me it was really his idea to break up the Beatles. Then we ran away together, leaving Barbara Bach and my spouse behind. The End. None of this is true except for the standing next to Ringo in the airport, and I didn’t even recognize him, sad to say.

By the way, has anyone else commented yet on the total fail of that Toilet Paper ad over there? >>>>>>>>

A joke, perhaps? Anyway, laughably fail.

If I was Bill Ayers, I would have claimed to have written that book too, just to mess with her.
OMFG! Michael G is Bill Ayers!

Then, unprompted he said–I wrote Dreams From My Father. I said, oh, so you admit it. He said–Michelle asked me to. I looked at him. He seemed eager. He’s about my height, short. He went on to say–and if you can prove it, we can split the royalties.

Look out Sadlies, the bomb threat is being called in from inside the thread!

Heh. I believe he did say he wrote Dreams of my Father. The problem is, conservative bloggers, particularly ones who claim to come from the Backyard, have no sense of subtle sarcasm. I think he should have went on to say that Obama helped him build bombs in his basement right after a secret Islamic ritual where they burned an American flag, smoked a sticky ball of hashish and then had sweaty gay sex. That would have been a touch more recognizable as sarcasm.

But, honestly though, look at that doughy face up there. Could anyone gathered here today have resisted the temptation to drop some scary-ass sounding bullshit on her, especially after she says:

I know plenty–I’m from Chicago, a conservative blogger, and I’ll post this.

I put to you all that you could not resist.

Oh, we laugh now. But this will be the only topic on David Gregory’s show on Sunday.

That bratty Leary girl, always putting on Ayers.

Actually, St. Trotsky and Citizen X, she wrote the following:
“Just so readers know, I have been tracking Ayers for some time.”
Followed by a whole list of previous articles she’s written about him. Adding to the creepiness is the fact that she started the conversation by taking a picture of him.
Also, I just had an idea: what if this was just some random guy, who felt like messing around with Leary?

Lifetime cost of a putting up a blog on Blogger: $0.

Thank ‘ew, thank ‘ew very much.

Why does the Washington Post hate America?
~

Words failed me when I tried to find one or two that could possibly descibe her. Then I came upon this post…nay, poetry:

Perhaps Mr. Ayers was understandably rattled and discomfited by being accosted in a major international airport by a talking potato.

It seems so obvious now.

The photograph ought to be enough.

However.

If that picture plus the inconceivable idiocy of the post aren’t concrete proof of consanguinity I’ll fuck every single blood relative I have just to try to produce offspring as bigoted, stupid, ugly and inhuman.

The results will take awhile, but the methods are clearly described.

So bigoted. So stupid. So ugly. So inhuman.

I pray my consanguinous offspring will be of higher quality should l be forced to produce them.

Meh, I can abide calling an overpriced, weak-ass coffee drink “a Starbucks”, that’s just a basic metonymy. But, yeah, not figuring out that a guy who spent most of his life punking reactionary douchebags as hobby just might playing you for a chump when he blurts out a confession to one of your favorite conspiracy theories? That’s Stupid-Lovers stupid with an extra layer of stupid baked into the crust.

Then, unprompted he said–I wrote Dreams From My Father.

Once again, context is vital. I can only imagine that while she was spluttering out her “I’m from Chicago, I know plenty” shtick, she missed the part where Ayers said, “You’re probably one of those idiots who think that…”

Oh, we laugh now. But this will be the only topic on David Gregory’s show on Sunday.

Oh, for sure. This will go one of two ways. Either the the thinking, rational press and pundits of the world will see this as an obvious case of Mr Ayers having a laugh at a potato’s expense, or the hooting, hollering masses will whip themselves up into a frothing, pants-shitting, poo-flinging frenzy.

You don’t have to be a psychic to figure out which one will come true.

I once flew from Amsterdam to San Francisco with Martha Reeves, and she admitted to me that “Dancing In The Street” was really a secret coded message advocating violent black revolution.And Marvin Gaye wrote “Dreams Of My Father”, which hadn’t been written yet, but shut up, that’s why.

Of course, in real life I was too shy and starstruck to talk to the great Ms. Reeves.

Kashyyk

That’s Kashyyyk, with three “y”s. A network admin I worked with years ago named all of the servers after Star Wars planets, it was hell trying to connect to that machine by typing in the server name.

Yep this “story” is already making the rounds of the tubes with much wittering and twittering. Is that guy even Bill Ayers? Not sure; comparing photos doesn’t prove much to my eyes.

The stalking obsessions of potatoes & birfers & ranting screamers would be amusing if not so, um, revolting & ultimately boring.

Mrs. Many-Chins Backyard is clearly shooting for her 15 minutes of fame. David Gregory calling in 5..4..3…

I took a piss next to Tim Burton at the DGA once. He openly admitted to directing the first Batman movie.

Serr8d trolls at Bagnewsnotes.

Shorter Big Trunk Johnson:

Barack Obama wrote a book; here’s a lengthy quote to pad my word count. Jack Cashill’s analysis of Obama’s book vs. Ayers’s book is so lame that it could’ve led to the conclusion that I wrote Obama’s book. Then again, Ayers and Obama did once live near each other. Also, Ayers was probably joking when he told this lady he wrote Dreams From My Father, but I’ve never heard Ayers tell a joke before. Ergo, Ayers is just a liar; here’s a pretentious and inapt reference to the Cretans. Oh, and Dreams is better than Obama’s speeches but it is immature. Bill Ayers is immature. Therefore, Bill Ayers probably at least helped write it.

Eventually, all right wingers get their 15 minutes with Bill Ayers in transport.

Like Meandertahl said. The airports around here are Dulles, National, and BWI. Only tourists, weather forecasters (because they have to), and Republicans add “Reagan” to the title.

I once attended a production of My Fair Lady at the Theatre Under the Stars in Houston with George H. W. Bush and Barbara Bush and he tried to sell me a pound of pure uncut heroin
It may have looked like a wave and a nod to everyone there, but I knew what was really going on!

Everything I’ve ever read about Ayers, and the one time I heard him speak, has made it absolutely clear to me that he is a vainglorious, dishonest jerk.
.
On the other hand, telling a deranged wingnut blogger “I wrote “Dreams of My Father” is such a sweet coup that I may start thinking he has a redeeming quality or two.

Tintin, clearly Bobo was upset that Ayers didn’t out himself to Tha Greel Man Hissef.

if he had, you can bet he’d be all up in everyone’s face with the scoop.

I once shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.

I’m not quite sure what the underlying point of the “Ayers wrote ‘Dreams of My Father'” is – are the wingnuts claiming Obama’s incapable of writing? If all they want to do is draw an association between the two men, wouldn’t a lie with a little more political corruption do the job so much better? As far as I know, Ayers doesn’t ghostwrite for a living, he’s got enough work on his plate, so why would he do so in this case? Why are they saying it’s just “Dreams” instead of both books?

Chewbacca said,

Watch it, Ayers!
I may live on Endor with a bunch of Ewoks, but I do have SOME taste.

You can’t fool us! You died in 1995!

Well, I have to say, after going to Serr8d’s website, he did, in fact prove that Anne Leary took a photograph of a guy. Bravo!

My wife once encountered a cast member of Saturday Night Live at baggage claim. They had a pleasant exchange and went on their separate ways.

I’m not quite sure what the underlying point of the “Ayers wrote ‘Dreams of My Father’” is

Same as all the teleprompter horseshit: attack your opponents’ strength. “Sure it seems like he writes well, but really this other guy (who just happens to be one of the few 60s radicals still in public life) wrote that book”, “Sure it seems like he’s inspiring speaker, but really he’s really just a faker ’cause he’s reading it off the teleprompter” etc, etc, ad fucking nauseum.

Thanks for this. “Dumpy” wasn’t necessary, though. Even some attractive people are gullible right-wing morons.

I like Camera Guy, who frames the question as “Should we believe her or should we believe Bill Ayers?” (direct quote: “Do we believe Bill Ayers? Hell, no!”) without noticing that he is, in fact, choosing to believe Bill Ayers.

Yeah, but why did they pick Ayers as the ghostwriter? Was it just wingnut economy – getting 2 birds with one stone?

I mean, who picks a college education professor as a ghostwriter for a celebrity bio?

It’s NATIONAL, not “Raygun”. Ugh. f-ing tourists and Republicans…

I once ran into Bill Bennet at a “function.” (I was help, he was a guest) He shook my hand, said “I’m Bill Bennet.” I replied “I know” (witty huh?). I didn’t accost him. I did, however, wash my hand soon thereafter,,,.

FWIW, his wife was quite nice, very pleasant to the help….

Yup, its the two-fer, g. You get to imply that O is a faker and a secret radical.

Breaking, sort of, in a slack way:

Doughbob is dumber than Bobo Wens. Stay tuned, indeed.

I figured I should at least withdraw some of my, uh, pooh-pooh.

No, no, Jonah. Just sit there with it.

I think potato is on to something here. The proof is that usually, when she approaches someone and says “… I know plenty–I’m from Chicago, a conservative blogger, and I’ll post this,” they just point and laugh.

So after hearing this amazing tale, PROOF that Ayers ghost-wrote Obama’s book, I can only conclude that Hannah Giles really IS a hooker who’s planning to bring underage Salvadoran girls in to work in her brothel.

Jesus H. Christ. Goldberg posted *that*?

I encountered Johan Goldberg once in an Arby’s men’s room and he was more than willing and eager to share his pooh-pooh.

Jesus H. Christ. Goldberg posted *that*?

Yes. Yes he did.

Sometimes, it seems like they are trying to get mocked.

…I didn’t give Cashill’s argument enough attention or consideration…

Yes indeed, if only Pantload had given Cashill’s argument such detail and care…

I’m still sure what the truth is but whether this latest story pans out or not, I figured I should at least withdraw some of my, uh, pooh-pooh.

Holy moly. There are no words.

Shorter Pantload:

Whew, I almost showed a little common sense there for a second. Time to walk that fucker back.

kingubu – a most excellent shorter.

kingubu – Holy shit, I think my coworkers thought I was having a siezure.

What if he did write it?

Serr8d is a guest/contributing/Pub/weekend poster at Protein Wisdom, where last year they made determining the authorship of Obama’s book a science.

Hey, ya leftard asshole, if you can’t get the name right, stay at home here in your sanatorium.

(And you wonder why one of ’em changed her name from ‘Retardo’? Why mess with such a perfect descriptor ?)

[Tintin adds: Oh dear. I put an extra ‘e’ into serr8d’s wickedly clever nym. I don’t think I shall ever forgive myself.]

I once shared a puddle-jumper from Monterey to San Francisco with Caspar Weinberger. I told him I was a liberal blogger, which was an anachronism, as blogs had not yet been invented. Then, unprompted he said — I wrote Mein Kampf and also One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish.

Only one of the foregoing sentences is true, but hey .333 is a pretty good average,isn’t it?

Quote from the Doughy link:

“A while back, a close friend of mine (and a pretty famous person in NR land”

Lemme guess. Last name begins with Mc, ends with Carthy and even though he’s not the guy who acted alongside a mannequin in 1987, he’s about as smart as the latter item.

People who don’t think that Bill Ayers has paid for whatever crimes he may have committed need to keep shit like this in mind. The worse part was when Ayers got back to Chicago and found several pairs of her dirty panties stuffed into his carry-on.

Jesus, Mohammed and Vishnu! “Ayers admitted”??!!??? Are you seriously that fucking stupid, Jonah?

OK, I confess: I shot JFK. And blew up WTC 7. And the Maine.

Wait, no, I was kidding! KIDDING!

I’m curious about one thing – I went and read the Wiki article about Ayers, and the parts where he claims that he didn’t say what some of the right says he did, or that it’s mischaracterized or taken out of context.

How come the right believes he said he wrote “Dreams” but they don’t believe anything else the guy says?

“I’m not quite sure what the underlying point of the “Ayers wrote ‘Dreams of My Father’” is – are the wingnuts claiming Obama’s incapable of writing? If all they want to do is draw an association between the two men, wouldn’t a lie with a little more political corruption do the job so much better? As far as I know, Ayers doesn’t ghostwrite for a living, he’s got enough work on his plate, so why would he do so in this case? Why are they saying it’s just “Dreams” instead of both books?”

Cashill thinks Dreams was authored by Ayers, and that an Obama speechwriter and/or Axlerod associate wrote Audacity. He doesn’t think that both books were written by the same author.

The lead post was personally insulting to the woman. I wonder if Dick Cheney made an airport comment about Halliburton or if Karl Rove made a Plame joke if a liberal blogger would have reported it.

I have read Cashill’s work and I think he makes a compelling case. He was backed up by Anderson’s book. Try taking on the actual facts.

My favorite conspiracy theory is that Osama is dead. Just wanted to throw that out there for no reason…

My oh my. Looks like the wingnuts are gonna run with this without any irony.

To which she responded, “I said, I know plenty–I’m from Chicago, a conservative blogger, and I’ll post this.”

I bet his heart skipped a beat on that one.

Hehindeedy!

Serr8d you’re too dumb to realize your friend just got punked.

I have read Cashill’s work and I think he makes a compelling case. He was backed up by Anderson’s book. Try taking on the actual facts.

Address his point, libs!

Keep banging away at this, wingers. You’ll get far. Trust me!

I have read Cashill’s work and I think he makes a compelling case. He was backed up by Anderson’s book. Try taking on the actual facts.

“Facts.” I don’t think that word means what you think it does.

What a dope. Even if one were to engage Cashill’s argument or Anderson’s argument in good faith, it wouldn’t be taking on the ‘actual facts’ – it would be taking on an opinion or assumption.

Shame on you Tintin for forgetting that wingnut blog-names usually contain a grammatical fuck-up.

I wonder if Dick Cheney made an airport comment about Halliburton or if Karl Rove made a Plame joke if a liberal blogger would have reported it.

No ordinary citizen would be allowed to get anywhere near either of them to hear it.

But even if they did, I doubt the story would be reported as “OMG! He admitted it! Proof!!!1111elevnety!”

Meh. This whole thing is just funny. The party who built their platform on “we have to build a fence..no, a WALL to keep out the dirty Mexicans!” and “Learn the language, filthy brown people!” is now saying they must win Latino votes.

The best part is the logic: “Well, we can’t out breed them, so I guess we should make friends. We still want to keep them on the other side of the fence and force them to speak English, though!”

Oops. Cross post.

“(And you wonder why one of ‘em changed her name from ‘Retardo’? Why mess with such a perfect descriptor ?)”

Hey, ya righttard dickhead…gender…oh, never mind. Carry on dicking.

Can you guys do me a favor and try to keep the trolls responding? Serr8d in particular shows a lot of promise.

Daytime TV is boring and the little one is asleep. I need some entertainment.

Daytime TV is boring and the little one is asleep.

“You sleep when they sleep” isn’t just a river in Egypt.

LDMM – When did Studie arrive?

Hey, ya righttard dickhead…gender…oh, never mind. Carry on dicking.

well… you see, calling someone a GUUUURL’ is like the totally biggest insult EVAH! serr-h8d thinks he is a pwns0r!
or however you kids say that.

To which she responded, “I said, I know plenty–I’m from Chicago, a conservative blogger, and I’ll post this.”

I bet his heart skipped a beat on that one.

Or he finally looked up.

Shame on you Tintin for forgetting that wingnut blog-names usually contain a grammatical fuck-up.

That’s not true! They just spell it “eighte”

LDMM – When did Studie arrive?

On 9/12 at 5:37 PM. I think Parrotlover won the pool. I need to come up with a prize.

They just spell it “eighte”

… And presumably then complain that spellcheck has a libruhl bias?

So, peeking over there, Sur Ate-it is welcoming the “Sadly, Snotnosed” assholes who hotlinked to his bombshell, earth-shattering revelation that indeed(!) Bill Ayres was standing next to Anne Leary in an airport. Which of course proved that he wrote Obama’s book and killed a bunch of people in the 70’s and negotiated with Albania for America’s surrender and drew pee-pees and wee-wees in “The Seven Chinese Brothers” and probably, probably voted for Michael Dukakis in 1988.

Also.

g,

Good point about facts. Cashill makes some interesting points and draws conclusions, but those are not facts.

Anderson claims to have two sources though. Is Anderson credible? Were his sources credible? If you double source something is it a fact?

It does appear that the book is not reliable when it comes to facts either. Barack didn’t work at a Wall Street consulting group where he was the only black man (“a spy behind enemy lines”). He was at a publishing house that sent out some sort of industry newletter.

And in 1981, he went to visit his mother and sister in Indonesia and Pakistan. This wasn’t mentioned in the book. Instead in the book, his mother and sister came to visit him. What does it say when a guy can’t get his own life story straight?

Cashill also has laid out the advances that he was paid and the trouble that he had in finishing the book. He didn’t fulfill his first contract, and it appears he was having trouble with the second. Anderson’s book backs that up.

Maybe Anderson is lying. I do find it to be an interesting case. What amazes me is how little we actually know about the President of the United States.

So I expect Backyard Potato and SerrATEd will also wax frothy over Sarah Palin’s ghostwriter?

What amazes me is how little we actually know about the President of the United States.

Harumph! And we know next to nothing about his penis. Also.

Maybe Anderson is lying. I do find it to be an interesting case. What amazes me is how little we actually know about the President of the United States.

I claim to have two weiners. Double sourcing makes it a fact!!

“little we know”? What, you need to know his tumescent length?

Sir Ellis, great minds, etc. My extra weiner made you faster than me, however.

A DUEL. Sir, I demand satisfaction!

Harumph. Also.

I hang fourteen…no, fifteen inches! And have slept with Morgan Fairchild! Yea! That’s the ticket!

And I have two friends who can vouch for me, right, N__B, ZRM?

(pssst…illway utcay youway inway orfay ortyfay ercentpay)

A DUEL. Sir, I demand satisfaction!

A, em, swordfight?

A, em, swordfight?

Veiled penis reference.

Now, if you had said “cockfight,” we’d have something here.

I know so little about you, Sir Ellis.

mingo said,
October 7, 2009 at 17:29

You’re Fanty, he’s Mingo.

I once went to Cape Canaveral, and while I was their Neil Armstrong admitted they faked the moon landing.

What would be delicious is if this moron chooses to follow in the footsteps of Bart Sibrel and get clocked nice and solidly by stalking the wrong fucking person and continually pestering them to validate her idiotic speculations.

What amazes me is how much I don’t give a flying fuck about the rich personal life of any politician at all, which is why I don’t obsess as to the slight writing variances and anecdotal evidence necessary to make the case that Barack Obama’s really playing a majestic trick on us and ask who he’s really working for?

Also, I still wouldn’t know what the fuck Bill Ayers looks like in public.

What amazes me is how little we actually know about the President of the United States.

Says the guy who, in the very same post, claims extensive knowledge of Obama’s travel and employment histories.

Looking at the EXIF data on DURR8D’s blog, how do we know this photo was taken at Reagan…Excuse me, NATIONAL Airport?

There’s no GPS data and the kerning of the signs looks wrong for the airport in DC. Looks more like the SeaTac signage in the background. We’re to take the word of a D-List blogger who claims she met someone who looks like Bill Ayers?

How do we, in fact, know this is Bill Ayers and not some clone created by the right-wing noise machine, like they created Saddam’s doubles?

Indeed, how do we know this entire thing isn’t based on a photograph that PotatoLady found on Google?

I DEMAND TO SEE THE VAULT COPY OF THE NEGATIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

However, everyone here could probably pick Bobo Wens out of a toilet crowd.

I’m not sure we have standing to criticize another’s visual obsessions, ‘sall Imma sane.

What amazes me is how little we actually know about the President of the United States.

Yeah, it didn’t work back then, either.

However, everyone here could probably pick Bobo Wens out of a toilet crowd.

It’s the chin. Or lack thereof, to be precise.

ZRM, actually, I’d probably have extreme difficulty discerning the specific Gomer Pyle out of the vast crowd of Gomer Pyles I interact with on a regular basis. Y’all white folk look the same to me.

Gentlemen, I’ve just returned from examining the kerning on Ms. Leary’s photo of that slippery eel Mr. Ayers. I have to say it’s the real deal.

I proves beyond the elephantine shadow of a bloated doubt that comrade Ayers just tipped his hand. Ms. Leary’s robust and hefty scrutiny must have unnerved him quite a bit.

Ms. Leary’s robust and hefty scrutiny must have unnerved him quite a bit.

They had sex?

Poor guy. No wonder he cracked and admitted it! She tortured him!

Shame on you Tintin for forgetting that wingnut blog-names usually contain a grammatical fuck-up.

Fixxx’d. And such as.

Also, Mrs. Man and I once met Maya Angelou in a motel in Pullman. I told her I didn’t blog at all and I would have been totally clueless if my wife hadn’t recognized her. She admitted she wrote Profiles in Courage and laughed, then turned away.

If I ever write a book (of my own), I will love Tom Mannis to do a blurb for the jacket.

It’s a good thing her Masters is in Business Admin and not English…Of course, her having an MBA makes her nowhere near credible, especially when you consider the target of this column, Barack Obama, HAS A FUCKING DOCTORATE!

By the way, in case you ever chance to wonder how so many of Wall Street’s “best and brightest” got caught up in things like the subprime mortgage debacle or Bernie Madoff, just remember this fat lardbucket tub of no-chin, all-neck goo-headed gullible moran is one of them.

Come on, Tintin. You’re selectively editing her post and then lying about it.

What she wrote:

Then, unprompted he said–I wrote Dreams From My Father. I said, oh, so you admit it. He said–Michelle asked me to. I looked at him. He seemed eager. He’s about my height, short. He went on to say–and if you can prove it, we can split the royalties. So I said, stop pulling my leg. Horrible thought. But he came again–I really wrote it, the wording was similar. I said I believe you probably heavily edited it. He said–I wrote it. I said–why would I believe you, you’re a liar.

He had no answer to that. Just looked at me. Then he turned and walked off, and said again his bit about my proving it and splitting the proceeds.

What you wrote:

Of course, it never even occurs to Ms. Backyard that she was being played. Even Bob “My BBQ Greeyuhl Got All Smayeshed Up By The Hurrycane” Owens figured this out, which leaves Ms. Backyard in the unenviable position of being one of the three individuals (well, maybe four if you include Clown Hall’s Carol Platt Liebau) in the group of people on the planet dumber than the Confederate Yankee.

I call shenanigans.

They had sex? Poor guy. No wonder he cracked and admitted it!

I can imagine a variety of situations he’d crack upon sex with (under, actaully) this woman.

Wait. Nooooo!!!!

Barack Obama, HAS A FUCKING DOCTORATE!

Are you sure about that?

*I* never saw his diploma, did you? Hmmm???

Barack Obama, HAS A FUCKING DOCTORATE!

I wouldn’t call it a doctorate in any normal sense. It’s a first professional degree, not a research degree.

I do like that site’s Weasels Ripped My Flesh album cover with Obama as the shaving guy. I am not sure what it’s trying to say — Obama’s guitar wants to kill your mama? — but it is kind of cool looking.

I do like that site’s Weasels Ripped My Flesh album cover

You’re right. There’s some Photoshop ambition there.

What amazes me is how little we actually know about the President of the United States.

Heavens to Betsy!! We don’t know everything there is to know about our President’s relationship with his family!!

shocking turn of events!

Do fill us in on all the details you know about previous presidents’ personal lives. You can start with George Bush’s time performing Community Service in Houston.

He seemed eager….he came again…

I see what she did there.

REQUEST FOR MUTUALLY BENEFITTING ENDEAVOUR

Dear Anne Leary,

I humbly crave your indulgence in sending you this mail, if the contents does not meet with your personal and business ethics, I appologise in advance.

I am Dragon-King Wangchuck, the TRUEauthor of Dreams From My Father. When I originally wrote the biography for Barauch Hussein Stalin Obama Soetero X, he was merely a law student who happened to have a good connection for primo weed. With the advent of the new totalitarian autocratic state of the Obamanation in the country under the leadership of the Kenyan USURPER, I have come under severe threat of eradication (see OBAMA DEATH LIST, &c.) due to the sensitive position I had in authoring his seminal biography.

The main purpose of this letter is to intimate you of a business proposal that might be of interest to you. Royalties from Dreams From My Father are in excess of several millions of your US dollars, every year. Additionally with the Obama PROPAGANDA SQUADS spreading brainwashing throughout the country, sales can only increase, indicating towards future royalties of even greater riches. Unfortunately, just as Baraque Hussein Osama Lenin Soetero X usurped the Oval Office, he has also stolen my due rewards.

Here is the proposal, I do have in my possession certain audio-tapes that I used in my interviews with the future usurping president that incontrovertibly prove my authorship of Dreams From My Father, as well as statements he made whilst in the grip of the DEMON WEED that indicate his true nature (hint: rhymes with Will Khitey!).

Unfortunately I now longer have the audio-tapes at hand, as they were absconded with by a former intimate acquaintance after an acrimonious domestic dispute. I have been informed that all of the possessions I had that were taken from me during the split will be returned once I make up my share of the back rent owing. Sadly, this amount of money is beyond my current ability. What is needed for the execution of this endeavour is immediate amounts of liquidity, preferably in small unmarked bills. The current amount is ten thousand dollars, but is increasing as time goes on.

I have attempted to contact you since you are a famously well-known and highly regarded conservative blogger and have both great interest in revealing the fraudulent nature of the current occupant of the highest ofice in the land. Additionally, it is clear that your obvious levels of success indicate great business acumen. I propose that upon recipt of the outstanding back-rent and recovery of the audio-tapes, I shall immediately file suit to recover my stolen royalties which I will share with you 50-50. Additionally, I will mae available to you any copies of the audio-tapes that you desire, for the purpose of spreading the truth about Barkadia Hussein Jong Il Soetero X. Should this proposition be of interest to you, you can reach me through my e-mail address thus; dkwangchuck@gmail.com so that we can go through the rudiments of this enterprise.

I remain most obliged.

Dragon-King Wangchuck

The Power Line post I badly shortered has gotten crazy. An update states that a commenter claiming to be a prefessional ghostwriter just knows Ayers wrote it the same way she just knows if her friend answers the phone.

g

We went through W’s national guard records. We knew his SAT score. We knew his college grades. We knew a lot about him.

There is a lot of basic stuff we don’t know about Barack, and it looks to me like his own autobio is not accurate. The NYTs had problems locating anyone that knew him from Columbia. The man is an enigma.

Ayers may be vainglorious, but he does know how to wield a cool toothpick.

We went through W’s national guard records

You mean the ones that show he didn’t fulfill his obligations?

Who went through those, again?

Check the kerning on that damn book!

While it’s finally in vogue to admit to writing certain books, it’s time I got this off my chest: I admit that it was I who wrote The Brothers Karamazov – especially the “Grand Inquisitor” bit.

Assholes from Sadly, Snotnosed linked this post.
Welcome, moonbats! It’s a party!

Don’t forget to bring your own Retardo.
Posted by Serr8d at 10/06/2009 07:14:00 PM
Labels: Barack Obama, Bill Ayers, dirty socialists, Politics
15 comments:

elfradiowave said…
Wow! What a bombshell!
You know, i recently ran into Glenn Beck at the local Wal-Mart. Unprompted, he blurted out “I raped and murdered a teenage girl in 1990.”
Later that day, i chanced to meet Rush Limbaugh at a Mapco gas station. He came up to me and admitted “I’m actually a liberal performance artist… most of what i make is funneled directly to George Soros and the People’s Army of Eritrea.”
My mind was blown.
Just now, i saw Dick Cheney in the laundry room. Unprompted, he admitted “The Iraqi invasion was undertaken purely so we could get the UFO that was buried under Saddam’s Palace. Now we have their advanced technology. What do you think is keeping me alive?”
It’s just bombshell after bombshell these days. Amazing stuff!
9:07 PM
Serr8d said…

As I said, numbnuts, if nothing else this will prompt serious question from media.
Ayers killed people. He’s yet to answer for that. Who knows? He might want to get some favors in his bucket, saving ’em as a ‘Get Out of Jail Free’ card.
Don’t you want to know that your President is a liar? Don’t you care?
Don’t answer that, moonbat.
Fly out and try to find a few mosquitoes for supper or something.
9:31 PM

elfradiowave said…
Exactly whom did Ayers kill again?
1:34 AM

Serr8d said…
Who is John Galt Keyser Söze?
“And like that, he’s gone.”
And he will be, this whole exercise will be a waste, unless someone significant in the MSM decides to approach Ayers on his Verbal statement.
(Did Ayers, perchance, have a “KOBAYASHI” coffee mug in hand? )
7:09 AM

elfradiowave said…
So Ayers, he killed….
7:12 AM

Serr8d said…
Charles Manson didn’t kill anyone directly; yet he rots in a prison cell. Bill Ayers and his wife Bernardine Dohrn were leaders of the Weather Underground; at Ayers’ direction, his girlfriend Diana Oughton and his boyfriend Terry Robbins were killed in a bomb making event gone awry, in 1970.
And a police officer was killed in a nail shrapnel bomb attack in San Francisco in 1970; there’s evidence that Ayers and Dohrn were involved.
There’s no statue of limitations on murder.
We’ll get hit yet.
8:11 AM

evilbender said…
With crack research skills like those demonstrated in this post, I’m sure you’ll get him in no time! Probably he was fleeing the country, which is why he was so open with Backyard Conservative.
8:40 AM

Serr8d said…
“Guilty as sin, free as a bird. Is America great or what?”
9:23 AM

Charles Foster Kane said…
So wait, Ayers is responsible for murder because some people he knew were making a bomb and blew themselves up? You don’t have a very good understanding of the law do you?
9:27 AM

Serr8d said…
Sorry, Ayers’ actual quote is “Guilty as hell, free as a bird—America is a great country,”.
That’s page 2 of 3. Read the whole thing, assholes.
9:29 AM

Serr8d said…
No, he’s not in prison because the FBI obtained evidence illegally. But by his own admission he’s guilty as hell.
Justice usually prevails; we’ll see if what’s happened in the past will put this free bird where he belongs.
9:32 AM

lawguy said…
Who again reported that quote about “Guilty as sin…..?”
9:34 AM

Serr8d said…
I’m not under scrutiny here, bitch. Unless your memory is flawless, STFU.
9:49 AM

Matthew said…
Why is it so hard for you assholes to come up with a funny joke name for Sadly No?
11:40 AM

ilovetictacs said…
What an incredible investigative piece! As everybody knows, the EXIF data in a picture is actually the one part of a computer file that leet h4xors cannot change, no matter what they do. Because if they try, Kernerbird 1 will land on their house and make it explode.
Also, I ran into Serr8d the other day. Unprompted, he told me that he eats puppies. I have photographic evidence this is true. The EXIF data proves it.
12:13 PM

Serr8d
This is my blog; it exists for me to write on whatever subjects catch my interest, display some of my own photos, and wreck havoc on insufferable politicos and pundits with vicious photoshops. Oh, and to photoblog the Tennessee Titans’ home games.

The NYTs had problems locating anyone that knew him from Columbia

You could probably ask all the students who came forward relating how they were so inspired by Laura Bush’s teaching.

I once stumbled across Robert Duvall in an outdoor clothing store. All he did was bitch about Gene Hackman getting all the good roles.

While it’s finally in vogue to admit to writing certain books…

Ok, I admit: I wrote Valley of the Dolls.

“Assholes from Sadly, Snotnosed”

What is he in 3rd grade?

May I humbly suggest that the Talking Potato and Serr8d get together so we can all enjoy crinkle-cut fries?

Oh and also, I wrote all the songs on Carole King’s “Tapestry” (I know, I know, but I was undergoing ECT at the time.) Now where the fuck are my massive royalty checks?

No really, I wrote Dreams From My Father. It’s troo – you can find it on the intarweebs.

I have successfully re-enacted the writing of Dreams of My Father in my sandbox using GI Joes, and my re-enactment has proven beyond the shadow of a doubt that B. HUSSEIN Obama could not possibly have written that book. The smoking gun? Well, here’s my receipt from the toy store where I bought the GI Joes.

Game, set, match.

Suck on that, stoopid libs!

I think BHO wrote the enigma code right after his mama pooped him out in Kenya-Indonesiastan. Or maybe he had an enema?

Once I was flying to Peru and Mario Vargas Llosa was on the plane, and he winked at me. Clearly Mario was transmitting to me his plans to sacrifice virgins in the high Andes at the dawning of 2012 to fulfill the ancient Mayan prophesies. Die, virgins, die!!11!!

I call shenanigans.

Neh. Not so much, there C.S. Read the whole post. She does cover her ass a little bit by saying the “pulling my leg” comment (with the exquisitely priggish “Horrible thought” aside). The rest of the post leans very far over to give Ayers admission credence as part of a large mish-mosh of floop about the blackity-black, black black Obama and evil, etc. In the context of the whole Backward Conservative post, the shorter was dead on.

I did, however, violate the Prime Directive, ATTS, and now must pay the horrible cost of such a mistake.

“A gallon of your finest bleach, good sir, I’ll be out back screaming.”

I think Parrotlover won the pool. I need to come up with a prize.

How about a copy of Dreams From My Father autographed by Bill Ayers?

Brian Wilson knew Charles Manson, which is conclusive proof that Jan & Dean murdered Sharon Tate.

Jennifer said,
October 7, 2009 at 19:39

Ok, I admit: I wrote Valley of the Dolls.

Thank you so much for enriching my life beyond measure as well as generally making the world a better place.

I think Parrotlover won the pool. I need to come up with a prize.

I KNOW FOR A FACT that mr. pinko punko has a misbehaving Ron Paul book that could, I think, be donated to the cause.

I read on the internet that it’s autographed by Ralph Nader.

Obama wrote “Mein Kamp” and I have the kerning to prove it. If all the judges weren’t in bed with him, I would so win in court.

“Oh, and to photoblog the Tennessee Titans’ home games.”

OK. THAT pisses me off.. This guy must be the reason they haven’t won a game. He’s bad luck!

“Mein Kamp” is a charming story about kids in in a summer camp just outside Berlin. It should not be confused with that Hitler book.

Looks like Ayers is having a little fun.

“Serr8d” = “I do too have teeth!”

Congrats, Shakes! You’ve been successfully trolled.

No matter how hard you try, you cannot possible try to be this stupid. This backyard conservative must be uncovering new mysteries everyday.

Hilarious. These people rock.

(Only I said GFW, guess I had the VFW on my mind)

We all know she was thinking “George Fucking Washington”- why does she hate the Father of America?

I should have read the comments before posting- N__B totally beat me to the punch like, a lifetime ago.

No, thanks, no need for a Wahhhhmbulance, I just go to Misery-cordia Hospital on my own steam.

I wouldn’t call it a doctorate in any normal sense. It’s a first professional degree, not a research degree.

He has a JD. That’s doctorate in my book and certainly trumps an MBA.

“Serr8d” = “I do too have teeth toof!”

Fixed!

Oh, and I wrote The Wizard of Oz. Just so, you know, gay men would have a literary counterpoint once Judy Garland sang the role.

maybe she was looking for some wide stance cubical sex

Procreating polyhedra, Batman!
In one of Samuel Coleridge’s letters he describes his young son Derwent as “cubical with fat” but I can’t be arsed looking for find the citation on the spur of the moment.

He has a JD. That’s doctorate in my book and certainly trumps an MBA.

It’s in the same class, really, as an architecture degree; it’s training for a profession rather than scholarly research, and is a first professional degree. There are other degrees up the chain.

Look, Sub, if you were lying in the street, dying from a gunshot wound, would you rather have a JD or MBA dig into your flesh with a rusty pocket knife they found lying in the gutter?

I rest my case.

I’ve been following some of the whole Ayers bullshit over at Protien Wisdom (serra8td is one of the deadenders over there ) for kicks. I know…I should look for a better class of kicks…

Anyhoo– Geff Joldstien has filtered the book through his INTENTIONALISM LIT CRIT CIRCLE JERK FAILED ACADEMIC- O- Rator 3000 and determined that Ayers did indeed pen Dreams of My Father. And the First 2.5 Books of Bible. I think.

Look, Sub, if you were lying in the street, dying from a gunshot wound, would you rather have a JD or MBA dig into your flesh with a rusty pocket knife they found lying in the gutter?

Well, I hope I’m on the record somewhere as despising the very concept of an MBA.

A JD is technically a doctorate, usually for pay scale reasons.

However, as the possessor of a JD, and the friend of several PhDs who watched them go through their programs, I can say with assurance that it’s a lot easier to get a JD than a PhD.

Look, Sub, if you were lying in the street, dying from a gunshot wound, would you rather have a JD or MBA dig into your flesh with a rusty pocket knife they found lying in the gutter?

That’s actually how I got my nickname. Funny story.

I can say with assurance that it’s a lot easier to get a JD than a PhD.

Yea. Those extra three blow jobs hurt your jaw.

Whaaaaaaaaaat? They call them “orals” for a different reason?????

“Serr8d”

Sharp, pointed and unsafe. Un-huh. Perhaps locked in a drawer somewhere.

Getting a JD requires only that you listen to and regurgitate bullshit for three years. Getting a PhD requires you to do those things AND produce your own original bullshit.

Well, I hope I’m on the record somewhere as despising the very concept of an MBA.

My idea would be to wine and dine all the MBAs in the world, offering them the finest accommodations aboard the world’s most luxurious cruise ships, which will depart San Francisco for a cruise out into the Pacific.

Then we sink the boats.

A JD is technically a doctorate, usually for pay scale reasons.

A doctor in medicine also has a doctorate, but again it’s a first professional degree, and the implications of “doctorate” don’t apply in quite the same way (although medical doctors do a shitload of work).

Lo and behold, the pedants are present.

Getting a PhD requires you to do those things AND produce your own original bullshit.

That’s what I’m sayin’, only in sexay time.

Okay, I see what you’re talking about, Sub. I’ve never heard the term “first professional degree” before.

Then we sink the boats.

“Sail out till you lose sight of land, then sink the boat. D’you hear? Sink her. Goodbye Peter.”

Today was not srrd8r’s first time at the rodeo, by the way.

Okay, I see what you’re talking about, Sub. I’ve never heard the term “first professional degree” before.

The talk page there is full of arguing and hair-splitting about what it all means, with people getting all choked about degree of “difficulty” and so forth. In other words it’s just as goddamned boring as this comment.

Ann Althouse thinks that Ayers is lying about writing the book, unless he’s not, in which case she is a fucking genius who knows the term “post-modern” and can almost use it correctly.

It’s not a real professional degree unless you get to conduct twin studies.

That’s a perversional degree.

And Marvin Gaye wrote “Dreams Of My Father”

Was Marvin’s dad’s dream to kill Marvin?

It came true.

Hey, ya leftard asshole, if you can’t get the name right, stay at home here in your sanatorium.

Meanwhile, serr8ed sits at home in his own santorum.

Duverger’s Law pretty much rules that possibility out for anything more than a very brief moment in time.

Allow me to reiterate: Canuckistan has First Pissing on the Post, with all the bullshit that comes with it. There are four parties with representation in national parliament.

Regional rumps can do fucking shitloads in systems like this. Our Bloc has a hugely disproportionate amount of power when compared to their actual popular support. A Jesusland Party would be practically guaranteed four or five states and maybe five other seats scattered around the country. Even as a regional rump, fifteen senatorial votes ain’t nothing to scoff at.

Consider a 60/40 split of the remaining 85 senate seats (yes I know that the 10 Jesusland seats are all formerly R’s – this is a PENIS experiment). That’s a 51-34-15 split – meaning Joe Lieberman decides who controls the Senate. That’s fucked up shit.

LDMM – When did Studie arrive?

On 9/12 at 5:37 PM. I think Parrotlover won the pool. I need to come up with a prize.

Well, I’ll be damned! Just my luck to pull a number out of my ass and have it win a contest with no prize. Why can’t this happen when I play lotto? Or Fantasy Football?

How about a copy of Dreams From My Father autographed by Bill Ayers?

I will only accept it if the autograph has the correct kerning!!!!111

Whups, an hour late and in the rong thread. My own fault for trying to get work done I guess.

Meanwhile, serr8ed sits at home in his own santorum.

*pukes* The HORROR. *pukes again*

No really, I wrote Dreams From My Father.

I wrote all them Beatles songs, but John “Marxist” Lennon took credit for them, so I had to shoot him.

When I boarded a plane last year, sprawling in a seat in the front of first class for everyone to step past was a wide old man who looked a little like Henry Kissinger, only uglier. It was, of course, Henry Kissinger, older and fatter. He told me that he arranged the Pinochet coup in Chile. Well, his driver/security guy told me, at baggage pickup. As proof, I have a credit card statement entry for airplane tickets.

Well, I’ll be damned! Just my luck to pull a number out of my ass and have it win a contest with no prize.

There is a prize! I just don’t know what it is yet. I can try to talk Gav out of his copy of Mark Noonan’s “Caucus of Corruption”…

Date: Wednesday, 7 October 2009 08:58:18 -0700 (EDT)
From: William Ayers [wayers@acornrulestheworld.fak]
To: Right Wing Blogosphere
Subject: CONFIDENTIAL PROPOSAL

My name is Mr. William Ayers. I am Minister of the Pimp and Ho Housing Advisory Department of Acorn for Lagos, Nigeria. I write you in respect of one of my clients, one Barry Soetro of Mombasa Kenya, otherwise known as Barack Hussein Obama.

Without knowledge to the general public, his autobiographical work, Dreams of my Father, was in fact ghostwritten by myself and a committee consisting of the leaders of Al Qaeda, the Communist Internationale, and the Bilderbirgers in the hopes diminishing the vitality of the American public.

Obviously this would be a matter of great embarrassment to the great and glorious Obama should it ever become public, and, to that effect Mr Soetro has agreed to deposit a sum of money to the First International Bank of Nigeria equaling 1 Million U.S. dollars a day since the birth of Jesus Christ to fund our campaign to take away the guns of the American people to weaken them for their eventual takeover by the United Nations. Unfortunately, in order to keep the requisite degree of separation between myself, my compatriots and the holy and wise Obama whose coming was foretold in the Koran, the Satanic Bible, and the Communist Manifesto, we are unable to retrieve these funds ourselves.

Based on the reason that nobody can come forward to claim the deposit, I hereby ask for your co operation in using your name to send these funds out to a foreign offshore bank a/c for mutual sharing between myself and you. At this point I am the only one with the information because I have removed the account information from the files of my co-conspirators.

What is required is to send an application laying claim of the account in your name. I will need your full name and address telephone/fax number, company or residential, also your bank name and account where the money will be transferred into.

When you contact me, then we shall discuss on how the money will be split between us and the others we shall also speak in details. I am currently in Iran visiting with Mahmood Ahmadinejad for a six months course on Holocaust denial, you can reach me at this number for further
discussion 5555 555 555 5555. Kindly send your reply to my private email address wayers@acornrulestheworld.fak.

Trusting to hear from you,

God Damn America,

Mr William Ayers.
wayers@acornrulestheworld.fak.
(5555 555 555 5555)

A JD or a Phd.

Which is better? FIIIIIIIIGHT!!

Cry Havoc! and let slip the vicious photoshops of war!

Well, I’ll be damned! Just my luck to pull a number out of my ass and have it win a contest with no prize.

There is a prize! I just don’t know what it is yet. I can try to talk Gav out of his copy of Mark Noonan’s “Caucus of Corruption”…

How many bags of cheetos can I buy with that?

Once again we have proof… right wing conservatives do not understand sarcasm or dry humor. One wonders if they just take everything at face value without thinking about the source and the context. Oh I made a funny.

Then, unprompted he said–I wrote Dreams From My Father.

I’ll bet he followed that revelation with a big fat MUWAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!

Jonah Goldberg has sniffed around this, too:

http://www.salon.com/politics/war_room/2009/10/07/ayers/

I’m loving the fact he got picked up godbless..

An MD isn’t really scholarly research (although many MDs go into research). It is a professional degree, really. But they’re the people who get called real doctors.

Yes indeed, reading the thread, reading the thread.

At school I saw Bill Ayers and Obama in the closet making babies and I saw one of the babies and the baby looked at me. Attached please find this construction paper hand-turkey and the uneaten portion of my Sloppy Joe, which should corroborate my testimony.

Sincerely,
An Insane Person

(PS I am not insane)

Principal Blackman said,

October 7, 2009 at 19:49

I have successfully re-enacted the writing of Dreams of My Father in my sandbox using GI Joes, and my re-enactment has proven beyond the shadow of a doubt that B. HUSSEIN Obama could not possibly have written that book. The smoking gun? Well, here’s my receipt from the toy store where I bought the GI Joes.

But did you shoot the watermelons? I won’t believe it until I see the receipt from Walmart showing that you purchased watermelons to shoot in your backyard with that smoking gun.

Allow me to explain the difference. When one speaks of JDs, one is referring to the Hardest Working Man in Show Business’ backup band. “Without no doubt, these are the JDs!” PhD, in turn, is the title of an ACDC song. “Cause I’m PhD!”

I think you are all being a little mean to Ms. Leary. I mean, I know things – I’m from San Francisco – and it’s not Anne’s fault that her late husband fed her umpteen dozen hits of windowpane over the years. Shit like that don’t just buff out.

Shit like that don’t just buff out.

Nor, one suspects, does she.

Holy fook.

If teh stupid really DID burn, these fuckers would’ve all been turned into briquettes long ago.

These people must have to have instructions printed on every second sheet of their toilet-paper.

*strikes tuning-fork, hums*

?? Whennnnnnnnn an AyersHole gapes wide,
& wingnuts all jump inside, ?
that’s a Goatse! ?

Those question-marks were musical notes in preview.

WordPress did WTC – pass it on.

Yes indeed, reading the thread, reading the thread.

I am the true author of this thread*. You can line up for autographs on the left, have your twenty bucks ready.

*All. One. Guy.

I knew it! Ha! But wait, that means your typing this, so your me….

*MIND BLOWN*

Preview will mess with your head, Jim. Certainly not every time; it’ll lull you into thinking that everything is both hunky and dory, then it up and spanks you.

Hey, you lefty…moon…turds!!!! Leave my brother alone!!! Serr8d is busy wrecking havoc (that’s right, wrecking havoc — wreaking havoc is for lefty pussy monkeys like you) on insufferable politicos and pundits with vicious photoshops. He has a whole family of us* to support, and doesn’t need to waste time on you boogersnot poop faces!

*There’s me, our brothers Constip8d, Castig8d, Inciner8d, Addlep8d, Fell8d, Unr8d (he’s got a potty mouth), Infl8d and Defl8d (the twins), F8d, Gr8d, H8d, our little Goth sister J8d…even our Italian cousin Alfr8o.

True story: I met Barack Obama in the security line at Denver airport in the fall of 2006. We had a very pleasant conversation. A man I now recognise as press secretary Gibbs was with him. Obama signed an autograph for my grandson with a nice inspirational message. He headed for his flight, wished me safe travels, and admitted to no nefarious plan to take over the country and enslave all us white folk.

A confession…I wrote War and Peace. Also Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights. And The Diary of Anne Frank, also.

PS: “Serr8d” = not the sharpest knife in the drawer. Literally.

Over at tennesseefree.com, I call “serr8d” “Rusty.”

‘Cause, yeah… he’s pretty goddamned dull.
.

“I wrote Dreams of my father and … Beowulf!”