The Tranny Nanny In The Woodpile
ABOVE: A forensic reconstruction of Robin of Berkeley’s appearance
Shorter Robin of Bezerkley, A Licensed Psychotherapist, Her Eponymous Blog
Mitt Romney’s Transgendered Ex-Nanny Outcast
- Mitt Romney would make a better President than Obama because Romney, unlike Obama, did not have a transvestite nanny
Sadly No! fave Robin of Bezerkely has been unusually quiet lately, leading me to wonder if she had perhaps finally succumbed to a paranoia-induced tragedy of some kind such as a desperate suicide attempt with a can of gasoline, a ball of yarn and a package of Pop Tarts. Happily, however, Robin is alive and well and back to posting in true form.
Her latest post starts with the a “what if?” hypothetical, a thought experiment beloved of right-winger bloggers which runs along the lines of “Can you imagine how [the press would squall/liberals would clamor/Democrat Congress members would wallow in outrage] if [George Bush/John Boehner/Mitt Romney/Rush Limbaugh] had [masturbated/picked nose boogers/killed a Muslim/cried during a speech/put a dog on a roof/traveled to a sex tourism spot with a bottle of Viagra]? So, Robin, writes a hypothetical in which Mitt Romney had a cross dressing nanny in Indonesia, which she follows up with this:
Oh, man, I was cracking up writing this.
People who are allegedly “licensed” psychotherapists should probably think long and hard before admitting that they sit in an empty room with a computer laughing at their own jokes, particularly when the jokes in question aren’t even mildly snort-worthy.
Yahoo and the New York Times have both run stories about Obama’s Transgendered Ex-Nanny (I love the “ex” part; how great they clarified that Turdi is a “former” nanny.)
Actually, the New York Times did not have the “ex” part but it’s hard to criticize Robin for this delusion when she has so many others deserving of more immediate attention.
The MSM reports all this with a straight face.
Apparently Robin is puzzled that reporters might not sit at their laptops cracking up at their own jokes as she does.
And the programmed public don’t blink an eye.
If the liberal media had not turned the public into a legion of Obamabots oblivious to the dangers of inappropriate wardrobe choices on early childhood development, we would be having mass demonstrations in the street demanding Obama’s impeachment because he once had a dodgy nanny.
Of course, if Mitt or Newt or Rick Santorium had a cross-dressing nanny, this likely would have elicited more of a reaction.
Romney’s parents told him that if he wore magic underwear he would inherit his own planet and Santorum waved a dead fetus in front of his children, but all this, of course, for Robin pales in front of having a cross-dressing nanny at age nine. Where exactly did Robin get that license in psychotherapy? From the Alabama Department of Motor Vehicles?
“Shorter” concept created by Daniel Davies and perfected by Elton Beard We are aware of all Internet traditions.™
Wahh!
Can’t you tell us the one about the Tin Man and Goldilocks Road instead, Tintin?
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Robin’s learners permit expired in1997.
Thank goodness! I was worried someone was stealing our most beloved angry maniacs. But now that Robin of Berkeley has come screaming out of her Haloperidol coma, and that Althouse managed to peel herself off of the floor of her living room long enough to accuse Charles Pierce of anti-Catholic bigotry, I am heaving a sigh of relief.
I actually found out what Robin of Berkeley genuinely looks like. It’s not entirely dissimilar to the reconstruction, actually.
It seems that when Mitt’s family did Mormon missionary work in Indonesia, his parents hired a loving, transgendered nanny for the young tot.
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Mitt’s experience wasn’t all that unusual; there are many transgendered or transvestite people in the Middle East.
Reprinted without comment.
The Middle East is where the Muslims are. You know, like Dearborn.
such as a desperate suicide attempt with a can of gasoline, a ball of yarn and a package of Pop Tarts.
Good guess, but she ended up bitching about the gas prices.
It was Obama’s “ex-nanny” only in the sense that it happened in the past, I guess. Is she quibbling about this?
Also, he wasn’t “transgendered” he was gay, and according to the Times, the cross-dressing came “later.”
So basically as a child Obama had a babysitter who happened to be a gay guy.
Hint to Robin – if Mitt or Rick had a gay babysitter, it wouldn’t be the liberal media that would be kicking up a fuss.
Of course, if Mitt or Newt or Rick Santorium had a cross-dressing nanny, this likely would have elicited more of a reaction.
Yeah, it would have served to humanize the monsters just a wee bit.
I can’t believe I missed the last post wherein the following quote of the appropriately named Jonah (I can imagine him acting just as Jonah did in the Book) was highlighted:
As someone who does have, um, intimate knowledge of (certain members of) black America, I guess I am qualified to say that Jonah is being a complete idiot about this (as with so many things). Of course, I would know this even if I had no knowledge of black America whatsoever. After all, being a complete idiot and tool is a job requirement in the Wingnut Welfare-osphere and a man’s gotta earn a living somehow, amiright?
Anyway, how would the media have treated Bush, et al., if they did the same things that Obama has done? Am I the only one who remembers the actual set-up for the Black Bush sketch?
Well, then … Mars Biatches!
I’m sorry, but if you read her story and your response is you can’t stop laughing you are fucking sociopath.
Yes. It’s hideous.
Who really cares about who was anyone’s nanny? Unless you know it is all part of the overall diabolical plan to enslave Real Murika ™.
I always knew something was off about Fran Drescher.
I knew there was something suspicious about that Billie Ayers girl.
Man, disappear for a long conference call and miss out on couplet-time and a nu thread.
The father of one Substance McG,
Is quite popular round Cell Block D.
When he takes shivs and shanks
He gives great thanks
But teh boys prefer teh whore that’s Subby’s mommy.
TinTin, I think I read over at World-O-Crap (who keeps closer tabs on Robin, for reasons that escape me at the moment) that Robin lost her cushy gig in Berkeley and may actually be working for her paycheck now
And the programmed public don’t blink an eye.
Um, maybe because, you know, if the nanny didn’t sexually abuse Sasha and Malia, then the sexual proclivities of the nanny ain’t none their business? They’re adults?
Unlike certain EX-psychotherapists I could mention.
Wait. Is it bad taste to be writing offensive limericks about someone’s parents in a thread about a nanny whose life has fallen apart and is living in squalor and fear of being killed in some transgender hate crime?
Probably.
Substance was raised by a fat bottomed nanny
‘cuz his dad was occupied by packing his fanny
With the cocks of men, several dozens, maybe more
To say nothing of how busy was his mom, the whore.
‘cuz his dad was occupied by packing his fanny
With the cocks of men, several dozens, maybe more
You say that like its a bad thing.
Is it bad taste
Lemme stop you and ask, would it matter to you?
Lemme stop you and ask, would it matter to you?
Yes. No. Maybe. What was teh question again?
Okay, serious comment then.
Evie’s plight is a scandal. Forced to deny her own identity for fear of being beaten to death by a religiously motivated hatred of transgenders, she pretends to be a man and is now just waiting to die. That is pretty fucking scandalous.
But for Robin, teh scandal isn’t about how someone so close to Barry’s past has ended up in such hard times – it’s that OMG TRANNY!
The Dragon-King’s dad hoovers cocks by the dozens
When he’s done with his uncles he moves to his cousins
First first ones then seconds then thirds and then more
But he won’t charge a penny: his mom is the whore.
Where exactly did Robin get that license in psychotherapy? From the Alabama Department of Motor Vehicles?
Silly tintin. There are no psychotherapists in Alabama. I mean, obviously!
Just incidentally also and such as, this is really pretty interesting:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transsexuality_in_Iran
When you’re a crazy fundamentalist you gotta follow where your crazy fundamentalist logic leads, and maybe in this case it’s better than, you know, killing people for being gay. Not that they skimp on that or anything.
Father McGravitas rides pole like a champ
For cock he’s a voraciously insatiable tramp
Lust for deep dicking builds in him as if he were a pressure cooker
But he’s a model of virtue compared with Mrs. McGravitas the hooker.
It’s because Mitt or Newt or Rick Santorum (I guess the other two don’t have last names anymore?) would be all, “Eww! Trannies! Theyse gotz the cooties!”
When will these people learn the different between false equivalencies and spotting hypocrisy?
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transsexuality_in_Iran
According to Immadinnerjacket, this entry should be completely blank.
Wait. Like all good conservatives, W was raised by a family values stay-at-home mom. About whom I am making no comment regarding gender identity.
I blew the tranny in my ’66 GTO once.
Oh, wait, that didn’t sound quite right.
I blew the tranny in my ’66 GTO once.
Oh, wait, that didn’t sound quite right.
Or maybe it did
Where exactly did Robin get that license in psychotherapy? From the Alabama Department of Motor Vehicles?
Sears. It came with a Kenmore dishwasher.
There was fluid all over the place.
Dammit, that still doesn’t sound right!
The band is now banging your dad like a drum
When asked “Can you blow this?” he’s ready to hum
He’ll take any player from woodwind to trumpet
But let’s not forget that your mom is the strumpet.
I blew the tranny in my ’66 GTO once.
An auto or did she have a stick?
Wait – she must been a stick.
I accidentally a word.
From the Yahoo article:
“Turdi says he and his transgender friends have suffered repeated abuse, to the point where he decided it was safer to keep his appearance masculine.
Homosexuals and transgender people are largely shunned in Indonesia, a Muslim-majority country of 240 million people, and attacks against gay people by Islamic hardliners are common.”
What an ignorant un-PC Sharia Hell Indonesia must be, so unlike the cherished diversity in which LGBT citizens thrive in the USA.
the terrible things your dad does at the zoos
with creatures scaly and slimy and covered in ooze
are beggared by the abominations your mother dos
Something something
Assplay with didgeridoos.
I’m sort of napping.
Your dad has been banged by the roughest of men
Sometimes five a time, sometimes eight, sometimes ten
His bumhole and lube might provide a vocation
But he lacks your mom’s talent at cold calculation.
From the ONE comment to that bizarre comparison
Wow. Just. Wow.
Obama is the twisted, angry, destructive personality
They know this about Obama because every time they see him it makes them SO SNARLINGLY ANGRY THEY BREAK SHIT.
There are no psychotherapists in Alabama. I mean, obviously!
There is no demand there, owing to the perfect mental health of the population.
Man, that is some serious projection. “Twisted, angry, destructive?” Right.
Have you seen Pierce’s latest? It’s good: http://www.esquire.com/blogs/politics/the-expendable-people-7733331
Proving that she is, at the core, the same as the Muslim hard-liners making the lives of Indonesia’s trannies miserable.
American Taliban, indeed.
From the American Werewolf in Berkeley
Somehow I can’t imagine the Romney or the Bush families making the same choices.
Somehow I can’t imagine the Romney or Bush families doing missionary work in Indonesia.
Doggy style? Maybe.
Ehhh, maybe Romney, if the parking facilities were up to snuff.
Doggy style? Maybe.
I see what you did there.
And if you even think about creating this vision in some electronic form it’ll be spanking time.
fixxored
Rooftop barking, and whatnot.
But he lacks your mom’s talent at cold calculation.
Silly person, it’s not a math thing.
It’s clearly physics – the Sphincter Stretchability Index, Bernoulli’s Compound Equation (a little known law regarding the behaviour of fluids under stress and extreme visibility), Dr. Zog’s Theorem.
An auto or did she have a stick?
Auto – TH400. It was expensive, as I recall.
Romney might do missionary work to convert the heathens to magical underwearism. On the other hand, Stanley Ann Dunham would do local research and while consulting for USAID start a microlending program, helping women start small businesses and get out of poverty. And now we discover her hiring gay men/transexuals who have otherwise had a very hard life and hard time getting work. Dammit, she sounds like a hell of a woman and I’d put her up against the both the Romney AND Bush families for all their bullshit morality.
You know, if she really was licensed, her article would violate the ethics she agreed to and could result in suspension.
So… Hum.
Wouldn’t the civilised world’s reaction to hearing about a tranny nanny be
” *Shrug*, what evah” no matter whose nanny it was? Get a grip, Robin.
the civilized world…Robin
You so funny.
Dear Mona Charen,
I have met a true conservative teacher who reeeeeeelly appreciates tenure.
Just so’s ya know.
(And we know you know, etc. So shutzen sie das fuck up.)
I got nothin’.
Is nothing plenty for you?
Have you a car – have you got a mule?
Have you got no misery?
I got misery to spare, brother.
(pretend I’m in a 1940’s film and I said that all fast and sassy-like)
I am picturing 1940s star Daffy Duck.
I’ll take it!
Boom chicka boom chicka boom, boom boom!
I am picturing 1940s star Daffy Duck.
The Maltese Mallard?
Omg, that’s awesome.
I got to know George Chastain the year after he produced that poster, talking to him quite a bit in the huckster room at this con or that. He had a whole series of that sort of thing. He was kind of a dork though.
A dork you say? I know nothing about that. I am not dorky AT ALL.
DKW and Sub: Thanx for much enter-tainment.
Also to Major Kong for the muscle-car riffs.
Jeffraham: We all hope that things went well for you today. If they did go well, let us all join in Jubilent Celebration. (includes mint juleps on the lounge deck). If they didn’t go as well as everyone hoped, let us provide Tea and Sympathy and profound commiseration. In either event, Sadlyville waits with bated breath. Good news or bad news, we’re here for you, bro.
paleo: Whatever ails you, here’s hoping it stops pronto. In the meantime, Happy Drugz! Yay!
bbfk: Well, it’s on to Mayo. Hopefully, the asshole papershufflers will, in their bejewelled munificence, finally grant that journey. Imma gonna keep all my lucky artifacts handy on my desk for you (plural).
This thing on?
Only in Oz, apparently
From Robin’s post:
From Robin’s link:
Evie’s friend was born that way. What made Robin like this?
It’s on here, but we are going BACK to not-daylight-saving-time so anything could happen.
Auto – TH400. It was expensive, as I recall.
Auto-TH400…was that anything like Cherry 2000?
Evie’s friend was born that way. What made Robin like this?
I don’t know, but I sure hope a cure is found for it!
It’s on here, but we are going BACK to not-daylight-saving-time so anything could happen.
There ain’t much to rake, anyway, in the fall.
My best friend refers to lotteries as the Stupidity Tax.
9 hours betwixt the last two comments, I wonder if the aliens have taken the rest of the SadlyNauts home, and if so, GET ME PLEASE!!!
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My best friend refers to lotteries as the Stupidity Tax.
My favorite is “a tax on the mathematically challenged”.
I had to sell that crap in my last job, and was praising the gods that I was not a lottery ticket lawn Jocky last night, my buddy, not so lucky.
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And while we are onthe subject, had i the scratch to spare, I would have bought a ticket, as I usually do when the Jackpot is in the “no way in hell do I have a chance to win this” multi-Hundred Millions. The entertainment value in attempting to figure out what might be done with such large amounts of scratch has always been worth the dollar I have paid.
Shortish version, a bunch of acreage with a reliable an potable water supply, several barns each with one or more studio spaces covering the gamut from mechanical engineering to movie making, such that any creative person would be able to wake in the morning think “what do I want to create today” and have access to the tools and space to make that creation a reality. anyone who wanted to join the fun could have a half acre to call their own, put up a tent, yurt, cob structure, whatevs. I call it the ArtFarm™ and in my dreams it becomes self sufficient in time.
Anyhoo back to your regularly scheduled programming.
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I have a mathematics degree. I buy lottery tickets frequently. It’s entertainment for me. The clerk at whatever bodega always asks “Just ome dollar?” I reply, “I’m hopeful but not stupid.”
When thinking about winning teh lottery, Teh Ho and I used to talk of buying a small, remotish valley in central PA and becoming gentlemen farmers, raising cruelty free foie gras, farming venison and the like. And maybe a villa on the Amalfi coast.
Excuse me for going Off Topic totally, but…
I am/was a straight woman, came of age sexually in the 60s; enjoyed missionary, oral and anal in their turn but, until I met Sadlynaughts, knew nothing of such esoterica as bukkake, goatse,two-girls-one-cup, Cleveland steamer and suchlike. This forum has been my sexual education – I admit it freely.So where else would I turn to ask a question which has been plaguing me for a long time?
You know the guy with two wetsuits and a dildo? How did he insert the dildo through two wetsuits? This logistical conundrum haunts me and I hope someone on this intensely knowledgeable blog can answer it for me.
Thank you. (What ? TMI ? Who else can I ask?)
Easy. Dildo first, wetsuit second. And third.
Karl : So simple. so obvious. Thank you.
farming venison
So you’re talking about making a golf course, Pupienus Maximus?
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How did he insert the dildo through two wetsuits?
Pipe clamps as holders/guides and a ball*-peen** hammer.
*Heh.
**Heh heh.
They never reported whether the toy in question was a teledildonic device. It would be irresponsible not to speculate who might been at the other end.
Easy. Dildo first, wetsuit second. And third.
This is a religious extremist, wingnut freak we’re talking about. The article on the incident did not go into details, but I wouldn’t be too surprised if he was actually inserting the wetsuits and wearing the dildo.
Auto-TH400…was that anything like Cherry 2000?
Turbo-Hydramatic 400. It was the “heavy duty” 3-speed automatic used by General Motors for probably a couple decades. If you had a full-size Chevy/Buick/Oldsmobile/Pontiac from around 1966 through sometime in the 1980s it probably had one of these.
I had put a transmission cooler on the GTO, and I went cheap and used rubber hoses and cheap hose clamps. One of the hoses split, dumped all the transmission fluid, without which the transmission promptly burned up.
So, because I tried to save a few dollars I ended up spending probably $500 in 1980s dollars.
I learned a couple valuable lessons that day.
1. My nickle-and-dime engineering probably won’t improve on what the manufacturer already spent millions on.
2. Don’t cut corners.
Robin is an American natural resource … like bismuth!
Okay, yeah, basically far more like guano than bismuth. BUT STILL!
In other developments: $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (h/t: bluegal, here)
Well, of course, if it’s provable that Obama at any point in his life knew of the existence of a filthy transsexual, then finally we have the smoking gun needed to impeach him!
Right?
I mean, not joining your bigoted muslim society in shunning and wishing for the death of a transgendered person for being transgendered is proof of… something… something bad.
Well, golly gosh darn, really hope none of the kids I’ve been teaching want to be president some day, cause I’ve been spreading my tranny cooties all over that bitch teaching them about science and being a real human being they’ve had positive interactions with.
I guess I never realized my true power until now. Hey, let me swing by
BerkeleyAppalachia and pay Robin a visit, so she’ll have no choice but to take herself out for the unforgivable crime of knowing a transsexual.And yeah, the actual story is heart-wrenching, but then, I guess she’d have to have a heart and some genuine distance in worldviews from the conservative muslim society she hates to be able to see that.
I mean, not joining your bigoted muslim society in shunning and wishing for the death of a transgendered person for being transgendered is proof of… something… something bad.
One thing it won’t be for them is evidence he isn’t Muslim.
Hoo boy, Roy’s found a good one:
http://alicublog.blogspot.com/
Good Lard, now.
Friday, March 30th, 2012 will go in the books as one of the best days of my decade. Only had I won MegaMillions could it have gotten any better.
For a clue, this is how the day ended.
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So how did the interview go?
So how did the interview go?
Swimmingly! Heh… little water joke, theah.
They eliminated three candidates by day’s end, leaving one other guy, and me. Ivy says it’s leaning my way because of my interview (which she sat in on, and asked the majority of the questions; the boss thought I provided the more-thoughtful answers, and liked my easy-going personality, remarking to her that I’d probably be the best fit with the crew), and my madd IT skillz. The other guy has a mechanical background, though no one was very impressed with his demeanor. So… it’s likely we’ll both get a second interview RSN.
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Once again, Pups, thanks for exposing to me a kind of sex of which I was previously unaware. I am constantly amazed at the amount of work that people are prepared to put into a simple ole orgasm.
Barack Obama is the President of the United States, but identifies a member of an involuntarily minority that was forced to come to this country as slaves.
Yes, how dare he have dark skin!
Also, WTF is an “involuntarily minority”?
Once again, Pups, thanks for exposing to me a kind of sex
I never touched her! Honest! I mean, eeeeww.
We’ve learned a couple of things. First, that a story about transvestites being murdered or living in terror cracks Robin up.
Second, that the stupid cunt thinks that Indonesia is in the Middle East.
Second, that the stupid cunt thinks that Indonesia is in the Middle East.
They’re categorized under “All those scary brown people over there”.
For those interested in a personal story of woe and tribulation, I have a shiny new post at my old blog Fourteen months ago
blegwhoring alert, also too, 1800 + words, though I think it flows reasonabley well and should be a quick read.
of course this is for those that have a small amount of time for a distraction.
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the tag does not close itself meathead! D’oh.
now I gotta send a royalty check to bbkf….
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Sending the check.
Me too.
Read Provider’s story. Help if you can. Let’s show some love for one of Sadlyville’s best peeples, ‘kay?
I did what I could.
“I am constantly amazed at the amount of work that people are prepared to put into a simple ole orgasm.”
Ah, but you’ve pointed straight to the problem. Some of these folks cannot have a “simple ole orgasm,” or get no real satisfaction from one. The fetishistic work is required. And for that reason I thank the sex-gods that my Venn diagram does not overlaps with theirs’ any more than it does. (Vague enough for you?)
Overlapping the diagram.
Overlapping the Venn diagrams.
Say Venn…
Bleh. Does not overlap, singular. And I guess their isn’t a diagram without the overlapping, so I should’ve referred to my circle, and theirs, but everyone seems to have grasped the root of it.
Good god what’s wrong with me. There, not their … I think I’m trying to do this too quickly, between songs as I practice.
Tonight I am running through some Jerome Kern songs on my guitar with the help of a CD.
Here’s a nice song of his, “The Song Is You,” first done by Sinatra:
And for comparison, a faster jam on it by Charlie Parker:
Both very nice versions.
Grasping the root.
Too obvious?
Jeffraham: We all hope that things went well for you today. If they did go well, let us all join in Jubilent Celebration.
Thanks, Fenwick. You’re a rock star.
I’ve been on the go for about 36 hours, now (minus the fitful, alcohol-fueled sleep of last night, and the brief nap I allowed myself late this afternoon). Sorry I didn’t report back, earlier.
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“So… it’s likely we’ll both get a second interview RSN.”
Hoho, the second interview will only increase your lead on him!
Hoho, the second interview will only increase your lead on him!
Well, we’ll see. I don’t wanna jinx anything, but word is that finding a good fit with the existing crew is pretty high on the list of desirables, and it seems I have a leg up, there.
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Still, you feel pretty good when halfway through the interview, you’re asked by the boss how you feel about Taco Tuesdays and Hawaiian Shirt Fridays. 🙂
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This company provides all the public utility drinking water in the entire U.K., btw.
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Taco Tuesdays: a weekly opportunity to shit in the punchbowl.
Taco Tuesdays: a weekly opportunity to shit in the punchbowl.
Best not to even joke about such in a water treatment plant.
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Best not to even joke about such in a water treatment plant.
Yeah…I had a boss (twenty five years ago) freak about my little “You mean gravity loads go down?” joke.
“Still, you feel pretty good when halfway through the interview, you’re asked by the boss how you feel about Taco Tuesdays and Hawaiian Shirt Fridays. :)”
I hope you knew better than to say that you prefer burritos and that Casual Friday should not be refined beyond its obvious scope and intent.
I hope you knew better than to say that you prefer burritos and that Casual Friday should not be refined beyond its obvious scope and intent.
No; I think I said something along the lines of following no creed or faith that could possibly object to either. 🙂
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Watched Doktor Maddow opine on Willard Romney’s current pivot toward going up against President Obama on foreign policy.
At this point some might argue that there’s probably a super-secret Mormon Magic Underwear skidmark-reading oracle (Mantiescopromancy™???) running his campaign – but whoever it is, Romney needs to do what he loves & fire their ass ASAP … before they do to him an even MOAR atrocious version of what Schmidt, Kristol & Co. did to McCain.
At this point some might argue that there’s probably a super-secret Mormon Magic Underwear skidmark-reading oracle (Mantiescopromancy™???) running his campaign – but whoever it is, Romney needs to do what he loves & fire their ass ASAP
It won’t help Willard… he thinks he’s a lot smarter than he really is. Hell, fucker thinks he’s a self-made man. The Kenyan Usurper will run roughshod over him- it’ll be the first time he’s run against a opponent with a functioning brain.
It’ll be the first time he’s run against a opponent with a functioning brain.
Teddy Kennedy didn’t count?
Yay, JP.
Mr. Kiwi how do you feel about Hawaiian Shirt Friday?
I want you oo oo to show me the lei, baby
Kamanawanaleia.
Teddy Kennedy didn’t count?
As soon as I hit “submit”, I thought about that.
Mr. Kiwi how do you feel about Hawaiian Shirt Friday?
I’d probably get fired for wearing my lava-lava to the office.
Heh, I’d come in wearing just a lava-lava and a balaclava, carrying a cup of Java.
wearing my lava-lava to the office.
Not a mu’u-mu’u?
You’re not in Baden-baden now, Mr BBBB!
You’re not in Baden-baden now, Mr BBBB!
And I never was in Pago Pago- my lava-lava is a gift from my brother Vincenzo, who was stationed in American Samoa for a year, back at the turn of the century.
I have a lava-lava lamp-lamp tramp stamp tramp stamp.
And I never was in Pago Pago
I got the stuck-in-Pago-Pago-with-the-beri-beri-blues-blues.
My wooden leg got Bora-Bora borer in Wagga Wagga of all places.
I see what you do there with New Zild televisual history, Mr Smut Clyde.
I was in Walla Walla minding an aye aye that reeked of Sen Sen.
Kamanawanaleia Samoa.
Kamanawanaleia Samoa.
Fuckin’ cookies!
Fuckin’ cookies!
How do they work?
mmmmrrrrrffbfblrblffmmmff
Need coffee.
Overlapping the Venn diagrams. – PM
Rule 34 on Venn Diagrams?
🙂
I’m impressed by the mainstream media, as I can’t even type “Turdi” without giggling a little. Of course, I can’t see a Toyota with a “TRD” sticker on it or a TURd-1000 x-ray diagnostic apparatus without giggling a little either. It’s immature, I know.
I hate boobs!
In Republican Party, boobs hate you!!
(After an IV injection)
I love BOOBIES!
(After a longevity treatment)
Exxxcellent!
Relevant: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cd0WOD9yw0E
Hokay, I put up an actual honest to FSM post. It’s only about food and has a dearth of POOP and also PENIS but give me a break, wouldja?
Right on PupMax!!!! WooooHooooo!!!! immagonna bookmark it libs!
Cool, Glad to see you got the hang of it.
Pretty soon it will feel like riding a motorcycle.
brb.
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You could put a plate or something on top but I like my method, which should be pretty fucking obvious. If you have any questions, you’re an idiot.
:lo:
Oh my, i see how you are gonna roll, and i like it!
whew.
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No, you get a new post.
Nyah!
Hmm…haven’t read the, um, original story so I cannot comment on its accuracy. I lived in Indonesia for 15 years and knew Pres. Obama’s mother as a professional acquaintance. A popular and highly respected anthropologist, she didn’t talk much about her son (whom she called Barry) and I never made the connection with Barack Obama until 2004. Anyway, transvestites and their culture are quite common in Indonesia and in SE Asia generally. Cross-dressing is even a form of entertainment in rural villages on Java. The idea that someone might be a cross-dresser at times and a nanny is utterly uncontroversial (and also not threatening) in that environment, which would have been middle – late ’60s Indonesia. Even today, when Islamic conservative attitudes are relatively more prominent it’s not much of an issue. More threatening at that time would have been the CIA-organized coup that toppled the democratically-elected Government of President Sukarno.
As a coda of sorts, Robin of Bedlam finally deleted this stupid and silly post in September, as well as the entirety of her archive at The American Thinker (having not posted anything at either location for months).
Although she’s incapable of apology, I’d like to think that she took a good long look in the mirror and at the hateful and stupid things she’d written and said what the hell am I doing this for?, and deleted it all out of a healthy self-disgust, but that’s the Pollyanna in me.
Thanks Chris. It’s nice to think that we might have played a part in her print demise. I hope she has a good life from now on.