November 19, 2013
Richie Incognito was last seen having an Atlas 5 rocket welded to his ass in preparation for his quasi-Quixotic quest to catch up to and pass the Pioneer space probe, the one launched in the glory years of Jimmy Carter.
Among other of the despicable, vile, Tea Party directed things he said he would do to Girly Man Jonathan Martin, a “Stanford graduate who reads classic literature and likes classical music”, was to take a dump in his mouth.
Richie will be heard from again just as he exits Jupiter’s gravity pull.
Some sins can’t be forgiven. Perhaps it would be better put to say that some sins, depending on the sinner, can’t be forgiven.
Vide Sir Arnold Lunn and the curious practice of eclectic indignation. It is one of the principal buttresses of modern American Liberalism. It enables them to make not able to lie straight in bed a virtue
Meanwhile, Martin Bashir, America’s favorite WOG commentator, says someone should take a dump in Sarah Palin/s mouth before taking a leak in her eyes. He says this knowing that there will be no criticism, none whatsoever, from the Left.
Haji Bashir will shortly host Saturday Night Live just before he and Alec Baldwin ride a tandem bike, the one without seats, to the opening of “Angels in America”, a musical comedy.
[“Dump”, as both a verb and a noun, is shorthand for guvna. Merde is an acceptable synonym, particularly for a “Stanford graduate who reads classic literature and listens to classical music”. The name Incognito will soon be changed to Atreus. Any “Stanford graduate who reads classic literature and listens to classical music” will recognize the significance of that. Everybody else must send a SASE.]
Speaking of New Jersey…The mystery of where the weight that Governor Christie lost has gone has been solved. Hillary Clinton, whose senior thesis was on the wonders of Saul Alinsky, has found it. She then Gorilla Glued it on to her soon to be Oliver Hardy ass. She looks like a Braunschweiger liverwurst hanging from a hook in an old time butcher shop. Her ass is what inspired Spandex. She needs a quart of industrial strength WD-40 to get dressed. Speaking of “dumps”, she takes hers in a wheelbarrow, said wheelbarrow having a picture of Monica Lewinsky’s oft visited open Oval Office looking up from the ten ring. Since Hillary has enough problems standing up she can’t be expected to give Monica a Golden Shower. Too bad Robert Mapplethorpe is dead.
In other breaking news, Gloria Steinem, and if you want to know what a two-legged shrew looks like your hunt is over, has been awarded a Medal of Freedom. She says, in typical modern American Liberal fashion, that Margaret Sanger should be honored. I know that Hitler, the Hitler who put all the Jews in the oven, the Hitler who made being a vegan a four letter word, had honored her by putting her views on eugenics – “culling the herd” and all that that entails – straight into the Nuremberg Race Laws of 1934. I guess not.
Jonathan Martin, the “Stanford graduate who reads classic literature and likes classical music”, was paid $75,000 for 3 hours of work per week. His job was to prevent large men with evil intentions from harming his teammates. The conflict between Antigone and Creon was seldom, if ever, discussed in the huddle. Whatever thoughts were in the mind of a linebacker attempting to maim his quarterback it can be safely said that Hayden’s string quartets were not in the forefront.
Even if they were not “Stanford graduates who read classic literature and like classical music” his teammates were familiar with the spirit of “Go stranger, tell the Spartans that we lie here obedient to their laws”.
Would I be dating myself if I were to say that is what men do and that is how men talk?
“Hostile workplace environment?” What flap-doodle clap-trap is that? The more “hostile” the environment the more that the volunteers who willingly place themselves in that arena are paid.
One of the pundits says that Girly Man Martin can turn to his mother for help. A 315 pound man who is paid more than $1,000,000 a year to work for 16 weeks is told to go to Mommy for help? I rather imagine that if he should ever return to a NFL locker room he will be reminded of that only every day.
Speaking of classic literature, and switching sports, T.S. Eliot gave a perfect description of a point guard.
“In a minute there is time for decisions and revisions that a moment will revise.”
[That Old Tom was very good athlete himself is not relevant.]
It is not acceptable to take a dump in someone’s mouth if that someone likes Mozart. If that person has killed and field dressed a bear and caught and cleaned a Sockeye salmon it is.
The modern American Liberal dream of everything in life becoming a scoreless tie is gaining speed.
We are in peril.
One more thing before I go.
At least once a century, 1864, 1942, 2012, the Feds use the Census Bureau for political purposes.
Before Sherman headed for the beach he grabbed the Census of 1860 to see the size of the plantations on his route. In fact, he planned his route by what crops and animals were closest to his shortest route. As valuable as cotton was he couldn’t eat it. He hunted where the ducks were; also hogs, cattle, poultry and grain. He shortened the war by some 18 months. He saved countless lives.
In January, 1942 the President of the United States telephoned the Governor of California. “Round up all those Gomers”, said Franklin Roosevelt. “I’ll send you the Census of 1940 to help you find out where they live.” “Will do”, said Governor Earl Warren.
In 2012 the Obama White House told the Census Bureau to cook the books in re the unemployment rate. They did. The week before the election a rate appeared that was actuarially impossible to justify. The mainstream media went all in. “In for a pence, in for a pound.” They would have bent over frontwards to keep their boy in the White House. They did.
After all, the conspiracy of silence on Fast & Furious, on wiretapping reporters, on the IRS becoming brown-shirted Fascist thugs, and on the murders of Americans in Benghazi, this last bitter cup of immoral doing was drunk to the dregs. In fact, it was willingly drunk for their obligation to a higher truth.
“…when statesmen forsake their private conscience for the sake
of their public duties…they lead their country by a short route to chaos.”

For the first two incidences a case could be made that the exigencies of war demanded the actions.
For the most recent, for the most vivid example of “The wish of the Prince has the force of Law”, there is no excuse, there is no justification.
The Alien and Sedition Act, having been found to be unconstitutional long before our government messed with the Census, it is OK, indeed it is mandatory, to proclaim that the Dear Leader has become a pox on our fair land.
“He has erected a multitude of new offices, and sent hither swarms
of officers to harass our people, and eat out their substance.”

“Why stand we here idle?”
All of this began with some absurd football happenings. What a country! That’s why, as the legendary Big Mike from Bayonne still says, “You never see anybody swimming TO Cuba.”


KEVIN SMITH
WARRIORBARDIT@BELLSOUTH.NET