July 26, 2016

Shit Pile

July 25, 2016

Schadenfreude Lowlights

I am [currently] a working stiff but avidly following the absolutely delicious events at the DNC. And, believe me, they're coming hot and heavy and it's frustrating not to be able to add mu thoughts on these events but I will catch up this week. I just have to make some observations as to the bouncing of that mayo-headed cunt, Debbie Downer-Washes-her-man's-shortz, out of the DNC chair and right into the loving arms of Hildabeast Rodram Clintoon.

Bounced..you know..as in booed off the podium and escorted from the convention by a security contingent. Seems she got her short-and-curlies entangles in the great WikiLeaks outwash last Saturday.

As Hillary will tell you, Debbie, e-mails are a bitch!

All this after this slut taunted Reince Priebus, asking him if he needed help running an orderly convention.

The shit storm gong on tin the city of Brotherly Love is sure a calm, peaceful interlude and a welcome change form the solid three minutes of booing of Ted "It's all about me" Cruzifiction after his twenty minute suicide note last Wednesday. (Hope the fuckign asshole dies and goes to hell with a hard-on.)

But the truly delicious morsel is that all of the #NeverTrump folks are melting down as the DNC melts down, basically seeing their vision of an "I told you so" Clintoon victory over Trump.

One of the more delectable tidbits is Bill KristolMeth's puerile pissy little tweets:

To which I wittily reply, "Fuck you and the ass you rode in on, you festering pile of shit."

Clear enough?

I thought not.

July 23, 2016

Some random thoughts..

.. while waiting for the Southern California heat to break. I posted this over at Hot Gas and wanted to save it for posterity here. Much over the Clinton pick of Citizen Kaine for her running mate.

..o.k., just stopped by to pick up the empties, clean out the ash trays, and take out the trash. (Also, I need to see if you folks left any beer in the fridge.)

But I had a few thoughts.

Firstly, and I'll probably work this into a blog post, but how can one characterize as "dark" a speech about returning a once-proud nation to its former glory by enforcing its laws, making its legislators and judiciary (and citizens) take the principles enunciated on its Constitution seriously, fight for the poor, weak, downtrodden, and restore its prestige among other nations?

Secondly, if Hillary Clinton is so f**king thrilled about her choice as a running mate, why did she treat the announcement like a Friday night document dump?

Thirdly, who else thinks this choice is indicative of Hillary Clinton purposely tanking the race because she just wants the pardon?

Fourthly, what does this sluggo bring to the ticket EXCEPT Virginia?

..and lastly, given the eeyore-ishness and anti-Trump banality of the posts by Poppin' Fresh [Ed Morrissey] and AllahPhallus [anonymous Dead Air blogger], wouldn't they be wise to PAY ATTENTION to those work-from-home-and-earn-thirteen-large-per-month spam comments? I mean, the way that blog is going, they might need alternative sources of income.

Alrighty then! I see that there's a cold bottle of Dos Equis in the back behind the milk and OJ; I'll just help myself and be on my way.

Stay thirsty my friends; I got a train I must parallel park.

July 18, 2016

Aloha Snack Bar! More Weasel Zippers War Porn!

This time from the originating end, here's state-of-the-art cannoneering from a U.S. artillery unit (peace be upon them) delivering a cludburst of steel rain unto a gaggle of Rag Head Goat-Humping R.O.P. practitioners.

..aspirin extra.


There have been a shit-pot full of earth-moving events this past fortnight and -- as any sane and conscientious member of society who values the thin blue line that protects us from the hordes of Visigoths at the gates -- I weep when society's guardians die at the hands of domestic enemies.

Similarly, I chafe at the moral sewage that spews from the media and our elected officials. Latest case in point is this precious piece of hypocrisy from our asshole Lawn Jockey POTUS:

Personally, I cannot wait until this fool wanders off into the pages of history -- hopefully to be forgotten -- and ends up in some back alley off of Hotel Street in Honolulu with a hot shot in his arm and dresses in a feather boa, spangled, split-crotch panties, and 6-inch sequined platform heels.

Int he mean time, just go play golf and have a steaming mug of Shut The Fuck Up!

July 14, 2016

"Hah there, ah's yo new neighbor" -- The Schadenfreude Edition

Once said to be the seven most feared words in Newport Beach, California (or any other walled-off rich white person refuge), it can certainly apply to that hapless, fawning, piece of crap libtard, George Clooney, (hereinafter, cLooney) and his lib lawyer wife.

You see, they have this POSH £7.5 million hovel up on the fashionable shores of Lake Como in Italy. They spend about four months a year there and they spend 12 months a year running their mouths about how we should all take in more and more goat-humper refugees from the land of baked enamel camels. Here Paul Joseph Watson unloads on this sanctimonious prick in one of his best rants:

Well, now it seems that the Daily Mail is reporting that the pigeons have come home to roost, as it were.

George Clooney's wealthy neighbours in the Alpine beauty spot of Lake Como say their Italian idyll is being ruined by the influx of hundreds of migrants to a makeshift camp on their doorstep.

The picturesque area is best known as a hide-away for Clooney and a multitude of other Hollywood A-listers includ Brad Pitt, wife Angelina Jolie, and pop superstar Madonna.

But a clamp-down by Switzerland on illegal immigrants entering the country from Italy threatens to turn this chic resort into a frontier town overrun by the homeless and desperate.

Now, I am just grinning from ear to ear as I shovel a huge slice of schadenfreude down my yawning gullet. To say that these rich bastages and their rich bitches and bitchettes are taking a huge bite of crap sandwich over the swarm of locusts that threaten to blight their idyllic mountain hideouts is the understatement of the year.

But ya gotta have pictures to really appreciate how the A-Rabs and camel drivers are driving down the property values.

Some of the lads hanging out, waiting for lawn mowing jobs?

Willie and the Poor Boys of CCC fame?

That shit sure does pile up, don't it?

Now here's the hard one. Is this a Lake Como denizen or a refugee?

cLooney's palatial  digs on the water

..and some of his neighbors getting ready for an enchanting evening.

..and the neighborhood is going to the dogs. 

From the Daily Mail: "Hopes: Ossas, 39, from Nigeria, said: ‘We want a new life in Italy but we have to move on because Italy often does not accept us as refugees. ‘We have all claimed asylum here in Italy but 90 per cent of claims are refused."
..looks like cLooney's and other homes will be on the market pretty soon. Betcha you can pick up a bargain for well below the prevailing rate but I would caution haste because Switzerland might re-open their borders soon.

July 11, 2016

Aloha Snackbar XVIII..

Best viewed setting the speed to 0.25 by using the gear thingy. A day without WZ War Porn is like a day without sunshine!

And here's another:

Recant and Decant..

Firstly, this bit of click bait agitprop from a slavering left-wing/liberal psuedo-blog. You Google/Bing it; I don't want to give them the traffic:

Those were the three words that blared across the Drudge Report early Friday morning after five Dallas police officers were killed in a horrific ambush attack.

And immediately upon seeing the race-baiting headline, conservatives rebelled against a once reliable ally who has become more and more divisive to them over the course of the 2016 campaign.

“In moments like these, we should do the opposite of what Drudge is doing,” Commentary Magazine Editor Noah Rothman wrote on Twitter.

“Responsible reporting as always,” sarcastically tweeted Jeff Blehar, from the popular Ace of Spades blog.

Others piled on.

Allahpundit, an influential anonymous conservative blogger, skewered the site for a subsequent banner headline claiming a “black power group” had claimed responsibility for the attack.

“Dallas chief says suspect told them before he died that he wasn’t part of a group,” the blogger wrote.

And David French, the National Review writer who flirted with a third-party presidential run, went as far as to say that he had deleted the Drudge Report app from his phone.
Those of us who are "DeadAir" (née Hot Air) expatriates will recognize the Murderer's Row of writers and bloggers this rag has listed. They are almost all GOPe kneepad wearing #NeverTrumpers whose "conservative" credentials run to such staunch values as open borders, bending over the middle class and giving them the "Big Umbie" (see note 1 below) over bad trade deals and visas to immigrants who take bone fide jobs from Americans because the former will work for a fraction of what the latter will work for. And they universally decry Trump as a viable candidate and are actively (if not militantly working to get Hilliary Clinton to either protect their own comfy job situations and zit-covered posteriors while simultaneously trying to build up the "I told you so" mantra should Donald Trump loses to the serial felon.

So, truthfully, they all can separately and collectively:

(1) Suck rucks
(2) Pound sand
(3) Kiss my ass
(4) All of the above.

On to the matters at hand:

You may or may not know that I have no love for Hugh Hewitt, talk show host over at KRLA 870 in Los Angeles and twon Hall commentator. I call him "Huge Hewittless" and/was generally turned off by his smugness and GOPe/DC insider ruminations. Basically, he used to have folks like Lindsay Graham and Paul Ryan on his show and they'd "gluck" away (see note 2 below) about how important responsible conservatism was, all the while entertaining Hewitt's sycophantic callers ("Hugh, you're the greatest; I listen to your show all the time") BUT! BUT! But, I cannot let this expression of common sense by Mr Hewitt go unpunished.
No doubt, I’ve had a few collisions with Trump during this campaign season. But conservatives expect candor about the choice ahead of us, and the prospect of another President Clinton, especially a Clinton who is so mired in scandal, compromised on national security and is the author of so many foreign-policy meltdowns, has a way of concentrating the mind. For the good of the country, Republicans have to be clear about the binary choice in front of us, close ranks around Trump and encourage him to eschew the frivolous and move ahead with a serious message.
So, while I still am not BFF with Mr Hewitt nor do I consider him my homey, I will say that I admire his clarity and sense of purpose; his sentiments serve to provide a stark contrast to those who still have not come to terms with the dichotomy of choice and the serious consequences we face should Clinton be elected.

On the other hand, there is the matter of my former hangout and central blog-of-residence, Hot Air, being run by Ed Morrissey. Now, I like Ed ever since I e-mailed him one afternoon in 2006 and asked if I might be allowed posting privileges on his blog. I received a very nice reply (and the requested privileges) and a nice conversation ensued. I found that he had once been a denizen of nearby Cerritos, California (on the border between Orange and Los Angeles counties) and that he had once held an amateur radio license (which is one of my passions). My feelings for Hot Air were overwhelmingly warm and, as I proceeded to comment, I became enamored of the wit, wisdom, and warmth of my fellow commenters. It is fair to say from that day up until February of this year, there developed a fraternal relationship between all of us. We were brothers and sisters -- family, if you will -- and shared in our joys and sorrows, births, deaths, and life's events.

Then came the great falling out of February 2016.

Ed came on the air and unceremoniously advised us that Hot Air was changing to the Facebook commenting system and out exclusive brotherhood was to be thrown open to the brigands, jackals, and Visigoths at the gate waiting to gain entrance to sack, rape, pillage, and otherwise soil the pristine and hallowed enclave we so enjoyed. While we protested, Ed basically told us that's the way things were and we could pound sand.

Now, in general, he was within his rights to do that. It was his blog (for the most part) and we were just guests. But we felt that we were what drove that blog to the greatness it achieved and he was beholden to us to some degree. At least a little more courtesy could have been observed. But, to make a long story short, that was that and most of us made the trip over to Hot Gas, an instantly-erected and wonderfully efficient haven for us vets. The efforts of Constantine XI, King Jester, Fossten, Doomberg, and others have provided us with a cozy home for our family.

But to say again more clearly: this is not the reason I feel so badly about Hot Air; Ed can do what he wants. However, I lament what it has become: a virtual sewer of #NeverTrumpers, Anti-Trumpers, the aforesaid Visigoths, Eeyores, and general ne'er-do-wells with no pedigree or background that render their meaningless bleatings sans wit and wisdom. Alec Guinness said it best when describing Mos Eisley Space Port, "..a wretched hive of scum and villainy". Moreover, of the three remaining mainstays of that site -- Ed, the hapless Allahpudit, and Jazz Shaw -- only Jazz is worth reading. The other two have lapsed into morose mewlings about the sad state of affairs because Donald Trump is the [presumptive] GOP nominee. Their themes are #NeverTrump 24/7 and their writing (particularly Ed's) are sentimental longings for the good old days of "W" and the GOPe. Ed's former keenness and analytical skills in dissecting the bullshit Obama economic stats and bullshit opinion push polls have now been turned on the now-a-days polls, based on outdated 2012 polling paradigms such as over-weighting Dems by as much as 10-12 points when enthusiasm and turnout seems to indicate otherwise.

Basically, I cannot stand Hot Air because it has become "Eeyoreville" and "The coming apocalypse in November" and "I will have told you so". My few, infrequent visits over there are painful -- particularly when you look at the FB single-digit comment counts for writers who used to routinely garner responses in the hundreds if not thousands.

So there you have it: one person has winnowed his way back in my good graces and a former friend has left them. I am sure neither are losing any sleep over my new regard for them.

But we soldier on, don't we?

(1) I had a fraternity brother at UCLA named Danny Wexler who, among other gags and goofs, would respond to questions like, "So, Danny, how'd you do in your Poli Sci mid-term?" but saying,. "Agggggh! I took the big umbie!" When asked to explain, he said that it was the academic equivalent of bending over, having the professor jam an unopened umbrella where the sun doesn't shine, and THEN open it up before removing it. Your mileage may vary.

(2) Glucking is generally done at a GOPe soiree where #NeverTrumpers gather -- usually at some posh country club out on the back lawn in the early evening -- and sip Chablis and pound down Brie while mewling and crying that it appears that the absolutely horrid Donald Trump will be the nominee and that he will bring along all of the great unwashed boors amd mouth-breathing proles along with him if elected. You know, like Andrew Jackson did? After a time, they become a little tipsy and they tilt their heads back (cf. Tom Wolfe's description of Felicia Bernstein in is essay, Radical Chic) that their epiglottises fall back into their esophaguses and they all start making this "GLUCK, GLUCK" sound when they talk.

Black Olives Matter

..especially on pizzas, in subs, and salads.

(Sorry, I could not resist.)

July 7, 2016

Too good not to share..

Ripped off from Hot Gas who ripped it off from the artist and his publisher. Sums up the whole situation quite nicely.

July 5, 2016

Very little else to add..

Believe me, this brief post IN NO WAY plumbs the depths of my feelings nor comes within light years of summing up my revulsion for what the government of our country has become but to add my pathetic bleat to the chorus, I am flummoxed at the naked criminality displayed by events of the past six days:

(1) Bill "accidentally" bumps into Loretta Lynch on the tarmac in Phoenix and they board her private aircraft for a casual discussion re his golf game and and grandkids.

(2) Lynch practically admits to tainting the process but does not recuse herself. Instead the THROWS THE WEIGHT OF THE DECISION TO PROSECUTE ONTO COMEY AND THE FBI.

(3) Hillary is "grilled" for three and one-half hours on Saturday by the FBI.

(4) Then, after a Sabbath off and a respite for the 240th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence, Comey comes forth with this well-tailored explanation as to why they will not be recommending for prosecution AFTER HAVING TACITLY ADMITTING THAT THEY FOUND EVIDENCE OF HER STORING TOP SECRET DOCUMENTS ON HER SERVER.

I want to throw up.

Excuse me while I move to some other country whose government is less dishonest and less like some fucking banana republic -- like Cuba or Venezuela.

Do they think we are stupid?

..well, yes, William, they do.

Perhaps it's time for us to, as Thomas Jefferson once wrote, to water the tree of liberty with the blood of patriots and tyrants.

MORE CONTEMPT FOR THE PEOPLE: Breitbart adds this little tidbit I overlooked, namely that Clinton and Obama flew together on Air Force One to campaign (on our dime) in North Carolina THE SAME TIME COMEY ANNOUNCED HIS DECISION. The regard they all have for us is contemptuous and vile. Superseding how King George treated our forefathers by passing the various taxes and acts without representation or due process, this is probably about as close to King Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette showed for their subjects. "Let them eat cake," indeed.

And we all know that ended badly.

June 30, 2016

You just cannot make this shit up..

From Weasel Zippers this morning, this from an underlying Politico article:

..are you kidding me? These people must be delusional. This is like that tweet that the Bubble Ass campaign put out the other day saying that "Trump knows how to create jobs".

Apparently -- no, obviously -- these are major clank ups in messaging. If you head over to Scott Adams' blog he has a number of posts on that aspect of campaigning. (You Google it; I am not interested in giving him any gratuitous traffic.) While he is all over the map, takes a standoffish approach to the election campaigns, and has even endorsed Hillary Clinton (for his own personal safety, see note below), he does point out that, early on, Trump was hitting his marks in branding Clinton, etc. Now he believes the Clinton campaign is winning -- because they have the media in their pocket. But this missed messaging sure is interesting. Rasmussen has Trump up over Clinton this morning 43-39 and I wonder if she will be able to survive the post-conventions onslaught that Trump will surely provide. Night before last, Gingrich said that Trump, Manafort, and their slimmed-down staff are hitting stride and running efficiently. Far cry from when Newt took Trump to task for excoriating that Hispanic judge. All along, I have come to appreciate Gingrich's analysis and clarity. Sure is a lot less annoying than Carl Rove and the probably-recently-exploded Dick Morse.

Anyway, here's wishing for a Brexit of our own come November.

NOTE: Adams did endorse Clinton but he lays that to the fact that he lives in California and it is dangerous to be seen as a Trump supporter out here. You know, no yard signs or bumper stickers because of malicious pranks and keyed cars, etc. But bottom line is I do not have time for the smug, conceited, and "above-the-fray" types who purse their lips and say that they do not care for either candidate. Must be nice to sit back on your ass, squeeze your zits, and hawk your books while rolling up millions in the bank and not have to worry about how you will do if Bubble Ass gets elected..

..but the rest of us poor slobs who cannot afford stuff like armed guards and know what job security is like nor trust the folks in D.C. to look out after our interests are straight down the line for The Donald.

June 29, 2016

Old Humor

I was coursing through all my old backup CDs and came across a file entitled "Alternative [rejected] titles for Brokeback Mountain" containing these ditties. (Sometimes old humor is good humor.)


..of course, the following is obligatory:

Indian Giver (and taker)..

Seems like Warren thinks Hillary does the bidding of those who will contribute the most to her campaigns:

..of course, this was Fauxahontas calling out THE SENATOR Clinton back in the day about how being a SENATOR causes one to realign priorities based upon those who butters Clinton's bread. But now she lines up behind the very woman she calls hypocritical -- no doubt receiving a ton of cash and/or pledge of support from Clinton.

"Professor Warren"? Really? Securing a professorship at Harvard for $400 large by exaggerating her American Indian ethnicity?

TANGENTIAL: Please, please, PLEASE I'm beggin' ya, make this bitch your running mate and try selling two ditzy lefty broads to a country whose concerns are national security and the economy.

NOTE: This post was ripped off of a Hot Gas post because I wanted to make sure this little tidbit did not get buried. I do not agree with the title of the video and Warren does not exactly excoriate Clinton and out-and-out call her a phony. In fact, she compliments Clinton on her savvy re bankruptcy. (Warren is an acknowledged expert on the legalities of bankruptcy.) But she does make the point that, once you play in the bigs, you got to dance with who brung ya.

UPDATE: It was only a question of time before I stumbled on this. Apparently, Big Chief Lying Cunt also has gone over th the Dark Side and has been sucking in some tall wampum from big biz and those who want to own her. from a post on Jim Hoft's Gateway Pundit:

..like Captain Willard said in Apocalypse Now, "The bullshit piles up around here so fast, you need wings to stay above it."

June 28, 2016

How to deal with ISIS and Islamic Terrorists..

On the ropes..

The fat, waddling, lying $13,000-Hoover-vacuum-bag wearing sow and her minions have been criticizing Trump on the way he treats the media during his speeches. Well, turns out they have a new sport in Europe and/or Russia called "Hack the Clinton servers" and the latest e-mail harvest has been from her campaign servers:

..and one of the little tidbits is that she bade her workers to rope in the press and try to keep them away from her brood. (You know, Bubba Rednose, Little Chelsea "Webb" Hubbell, and the sow herself.) Here's the dirt:

Don't you remember this splendid bit pf P.R. genius from back last February?

Here's my editorial take: coupled with the steaming pile that is this woman's past, the evil viciousness we read and hear about (I got my copy of Gary Byrne's book, did you?), and the naked lust for power and money (necessarily in that order), the incompetence she exhibited when a Senator (doing nothing) and Sec State (doing nothing right and fucking up the Middle East), we are only seeing a preview of what she will be like as POTUS. It will be such a steady stream of lying, corruption, deceit, and absolute ineptitude with her handmaidens in the press shouting her Hosannas to the high heavens that somewhere around April of next year, you will start seeing the "Miss Me Yet?" signs again, only slightly different:

June 27, 2016

The Fourth Reich

Frau Merkel has finally done it..she has finally won World War II for Germany after 71 years!

Which has caused this moment of jubilation from Adolf and the crew:

"..we're movin' on up..to the East Side.."

Not all Britons are cool..

..some are gun-control freaks who wonder why our nation's founders guaranteed us the right to keep and bear arms:

..note that this may -- at some future date -- seem to be "withdrawn by the user" and, if the user was the Sky Net twit, then I have no doubt why. Basically, he got a "hiding" from crowder.

More Lying Sow Pictures and related Tidbits..

Here are some fresh takes on an old, tired crook and her friends and relatives:

..and a couple of takes on the possibly future "first lady":

..and these parting shots on ol' rednose's libido:

..well, that's it for me; lunch over; back to work!

June 24, 2016

Don't cry for me, Argentina!

..meanwhile back in the colonies, it would seem as though we had some problems with our own "Parliament". The aging hippies and civil rights workers who wanted to relive their misspent youth engaged in possibly the most embarrassing display of foolishness by a contingent from an august body already known and revered reviled for its foolish acts when they chose to engage in a "sit-in" on the floor of the House.

You know, just like they did back in the day when they occupied their college dean's office, broke out the dope, and sang "We Shall Overcome".

Which spawned this laughably apropos Photoshop:

The ringleader of this is John Lewis of Georgia, who must have had a cameo shot in the first Star Wars bar scene.

And, lest you think the poor dears suffered for their conscience, well, it turned out to be nothing more than a catered slumber party on -- on our nickel, of course.

So, here's the deal. This is nothing more than a publicity stunt by folks who are paid to run our government and make our laws. And, lest you think that the republicans are the victim of this. The dickless speaker, Paul Ryan, failed to enforce the House's rules of order:

But the final rub on this tantrum is that the Democrats had control of BOTH houses AND the executive branch of government in 2009 when The Lawn Jockey POTUS was elected -- and for a considerable time after that -- before the Republicans gained control of the House and then the Senate. They could have easily passed gun control back then. They failed to do so because the more moderate Democrats and/or those representing conservative, pro-gun districts would not back any such measures for fear of being voted out.

Now they just want to behave silly pack away some free eats in the bargain.

June 23, 2016


And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England’s mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England’s pleasant pastures seen?
And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among those dark satanic mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear: o clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariots of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight;
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England’s green and pleasant land.

- William Blake

June 21, 2016

Aloha Snackbar!

Search You Tube for "ISIS Fails" and you will come up with a collection of these R. O. P. goat humpers basically fucking up their missions or getting turned to fertilizer by coalition/enemy incoming. While it is very humorous and I shed no tears for these slimebags and their self-imposed misery, there are a few videos who successfully lampoon the ISIS PR efforts. Below is one such:

..in the future, when I stumble across the gems of the first type (camel drivers consigning themselves to Paradise), I shall post them here for your viewing pleasure.

Feel free to snigger.

Another blowtorch blast to the butt cheeks of Baloon Ass!

Coming soon to a theater near you:

Also available on Amazon. Check out the links at Drudge and you will see that he and the author are working overtime to turn this into a best seller. As with Dolly Kyle's book mentioned down, I am going to definitely get this book. Like I said, anything that has this decaying, beached whale rocked back on her heels and 'splaining gets her off message and maybe will shake a few of the low-info mouth-breathers to reconsider their support.

This woman basically needs to be consigned to the fifth ring of hell.

June 20, 2016

PLEASE! I'm beggin' ya!

CNBC (again via Drudge) has posted an interesting article on how Wall Street has told Clinton that she will have to do without if she selects Fauxahontas as a running mate:
Wall Street has an unambiguous message for Hillary Clinton: Don't pick Elizabeth Warren as your vice president if you want to keep getting our money.

That warning came through very clearly in over a dozen interviews I did over the last week with some of the largest Democratic donors on Wall Street who have helped fund Clinton's campaigns over the years as well as funneled cash to Bill Clinton's political career in the 1990s.
Believe me the details are juicy and puts a Clinton in a minor quandary. While I personally would love to see two mean old harridans running for the number one and number two slots versus Trump, Old Baloon-Ass will drop Warren faster than fourth period French. I mean, what would you expect from someone who waves her vagina around for all the world to see saying she's looking out after women and sucks in Saudi and UAE money like some waterfront hooker?

But the truly delicious aspect of the article is the truly gloomy photo of Clinton. This is a woman who has been captured in a veritable gallery of ugly pictures but this takes the cake with its dark, ominous tones and moods.