The psycho loon headed for the White House has been in fine recent tweeting form - admire the CAPS, always a sign of the DEMENTED, as recently discussed by COLBERT when he contemplated twittering as a form of SHOUTING...
See also the bald-faced orange-haired rodent tweeting lies about the fraudulent Trump University, marvel at the demand for an apology for Mike Pence for a man who got to power calling people crooks and liars while leading with all sorts of nonsense, not least that Ted Cruze's father was involved in the assassination of JFK.
This bald-faced, carrot-topped fraud is beyond the valley of the shameless, but this latest ruckus did produce a couple of epic responses ...
Yes, IRONY doesn't work too well in Twitter, and there were some NINGNONGS who didn't get the joke and so felt the need to mention old honest Abe's rather rough experience at the playhouse ...
But there was another comment at the bottom of a story arising from the ruckus which struck a chord in the pond ...
Yes, it's fucking DONE, stick a fucking FORK in it, it's DONE, and it's CAPS time at the pond.
So after seeing the Donald whining and moaning and fretting and tweeting bald-faced lies as well as demands for an apology in epic cry baby style - after a bit of booing and a polite speech about respecting the multicultural values of a multicultural cast that had presented an entertainment - you can imagine how the pond reacted to this offering by the Devine at the Sunday Terror this day ...
NOOH, you horse-faced, fuckwitted, deadshit bitch, don't give the pond complete and utter CRAP, not when it's the Donald, allegedly the winner, who's tweeting away like an entitled crybaby and sore loser, just because Pence copped a booing and a speech in the playhouse of life ...
There's nothing to say to you, you evil, lying crooked bitch from hell that a graphics can't do ...
And now with that unapologetically over, the pond can reveal that it happened to encounter the reptile rag at the carwash yesterday, and what a feast of weekend reading it turned out to be ...
Amongst the offerings? Well the pond just happened to snap this in situ to prove that we scored a reptile read for free (though the cost of the car wash and the coffee should probably be factored in) ...
Compassionistas, you crapulent, crap-faced, dog-bothering turd?
Actually a lot of them happen to be caring Christians, caring to follow what Christ actually said ...
Now usually this would never be much of an issue for the pond - Xians, Schmitzians - but you see these meek and mild Jesus lovers don't know how to speak to a dog turd, let alone a lying, crooked, cheating Chris Kenny.
This after all, is a cry-baby sook bullshit artist who sued a bunch of comedians for hurting his useless fucking feelings, while all around him there are reptiles moaning and sobbing about 18C and how it stops them from speaking their satirical, sharp-edged minds.
Well fuck that for a joke, you woebegone hedgehogs ...
But speaking of hedgehogs, the pond discovered with astonished surprise that this was supposed to be a cartoon ...
What's the problem here?
Yes, it's NOT fucking funny. It's just a bit of trumped up ideology in the guise of a cartoon...
You useless, artless, bat-fowling, beef-witted, knotty-pated, milk-livered, rank and reedy sketcher of crap, you're not fucking FUNNY (yes you too can use the Shakespeare Insult Kit in your hour of need, or resort to the Shakespearean Insults Generator).
But next time you bleat about 18C have a word to your dingbat reptile comrade who sued a bunch of comedians about a harmless dog-bothering joke. Or just go piss into the wind, you useless bladder incontinent LEAK...have you thought about a PEE holder?
And so, spleen vented, the pond turned to one of its weekend car wash reads. Remarkably there was a story about the Pellists, suitable for a Sunday meditation ...
The reptile scribbler, one John Ferguson, attempts to lighten the Pellist load as much as he could ... just an incidental player and all that, but eventually dealt with the Pellist matter right at the end ...
Now there's Trumpism before Trumpism ... with Pell insisting that he knew nothing, despite being in a position where he should have known something, and where his colleagues knew plenty ...
But enough of serious matters, because that doesn't allow the pond the splenetic freedom to shout idle abuse at fuckwits.
Now usually, the pond doesn't read Dame Groan, but happily the car wash idyll allowed the pond to spend some time with the sharp-tongued, dull-witted harridan ...
What's truly splendid about this bit of epic pandering fuckwittery is its determination to see all the positives in the Trump agenda ... nervously setting out, in a cherry-picking way, all the things that are going to be a splendid basis for growth and a solid basis for economic recovery, while at the same time, setting out the many, many components of disaster from a cry-baby twittering psycho fraud most recently caught out to the tune of US$25 million defrauding suckers who signed up for a university that wasn't an actual university ...
Yes, it's fellow-travelling reptile quisling day at the pond ...
You useless onion-eyed, plume-plucked, toad-spotted, mewling, fawning joithead, you're supposed to be writing about how Donald's plans will lead to economic recovery, not how his actual words might lead to world-wide disaster.
What is it with you saucy stooges, you malt-worm maggot pies of pandering "me too" nonsense?
No, the pond won't apologise for interrupting - we're not some sort of whining, moaning, cry-baby Donald getting agitated about a little booing in the playhouse of life, but please, do carry on ...
It's another thing to figure out?
It will be interesting?
There could be?
You prattling braying goose, you knavish knave, you pandering fool ... please, keep on pandering ...
Australian politicians should be taking notes from a notorious bankrupt and fraud and climate denialist? We should be rethinking our climate commitments because suddenly climate science isn't somehow a thing?
What fucking planet do you live on, you foolish frittering fuckwit? Fuck you and all the climate denialists you rode in to town with ...
As for the rest, get ready for plenty more crocodile tears, cry baby loser reptiles. The Twitter wars have only just begun ...
Meanwhile ...
Oh and don't forget your very cheap door prize ...
What was that again?
Let me tell all the pearl-clutchers in the Beltway and national press what is OVER when it comes to liberals from now on. We are not gonna listen to any of your lectures about our "tone" anymore, and politeness is fucking DONE. Over. Took the last train out of town. You have a problem with it, you can go fuck yourself as well.
The pond's now on the last train out of town too... but will the last train take the pond off the planet?
Hi Dorothy,
ReplyDeleteReading the news lately has become a violent assault on ones senses and sanity.
Within a few minutes of reading the headlines outrage and disbelief manifest themselves with a unbidden stream of invective and vituperation.
I feared I had contracted Tourette Syndrome or more precisely Coprolalia (literally shit talking):
https://stronglang.wordpress.com/2014/12/22/the-curse-of-coprolalia/
However now I just realise this is the only sane response to an insane world.
Neither will I resort to the saccharine euphemisms of a "minced oath";
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minced_oath
I will instead embrace the cathartic effect of swearing.
http://hrcak.srce.hr/file/159883
Obscenity be my shield.
FUCK IT
DiddyWrote
Good one, DP!
ReplyDeleteIt is a wan morning, low unbroken cloud; the light, filtering sparely through glass, is the colour of tarnished pewter. How brightly coloured the king is, like the king in a new pack of cards; how small his flat blue eyes.
ReplyDeleteThere is a crowd of gentlemen around Henry Tudor ( Dame Groan too.) They ignore his (Cromwell's) approach
At a signal from the king, the gentlemen ( and Groan) retire to a distance...
Dame Groan, heard faintly - '...One of the scariest aspects of this scenario is that Trump has considerable autonomy to act without congressional approval, although the rules of the World Trade Organisation, of which the US is a member, could constrain him.'
Henry Rex - '...You want me to huddle indoors like a sick girl?'
Thomas Cromwell - 'That would be ideal, for fiscal purposes.'
Henry - The king takes a deep ragged breath. He’s been shouting. Now – and it’s a narrow thing – he decides to laugh. 'You advocate prudence. Prudence is a virtue. But there are other virtues that belong to princes.'
Cromwell - 'Fortitude.'
'Yes. Cost that out.'
'It doesn’t mean courage in battle.'
'Do you read me a lesson?'
'It means fixity of purpose. It means endurance. It means having the strength to live with what constrains you.'
Henry crosses the room. Stamp, stamp, stamp in his riding boots; he is ready for la chasse. He turns, rather slowly, to show his majesty to better effect: wide and square and bright. 'We will pursue this. What constrains me?'
Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel, pp 180 - 183. Fourth Estate pbk. apologies...
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http://www.openlettersmonthly.com/book-review-of-wolf-hall-by-hilary-mantel/
http://www.yesnovel.com/wolf-hall?page=0%25252525252525252C4%2525252525252C73,78
http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/1156658-the-king-takes-a-deep-ragged-breath-he-s-been-shouting
https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/6278354-wolf-hall?page=5
http://www.nybooks.com/daily/2015/03/27/how-to-play-wolf-hall/
http://www.theatlantic.com/entertainment/archive/2015/04/pbs-wolf-hall-is-a-masterpiece-indeed/389673/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wolf_Hall
http://www.angusrobertson.com.au/books/wolf-hall-hilary-mantel/p/9780008126445
https://www.harpercollins.co.uk/9780008126445/wolf-hall