November 22, 2019 The hits keep coming in from California, including an update on Harvey Milk, but first I want to reach across the aisle in a gesture of non-partisanship and see if we can stipulate to the following press release.

November 22, 2019

The hits keep coming in from California, including an update on Harvey Milk, but first I want to reach across the aisle in a gesture of non-partisanship and see if we can stipulate to the following press release.

Hunter Biden – “Orion” to his chums at the elite, all male, Catholic Prep School, the same one his father went to, the school where his dad got his sobriquet, “Cheese Dick”, the old fashioned, he earned it, not the one that Justice Kavanaugh went to – is a foetid bag of rancid eel shit who is also a druggie, both user and dealer, who was stripped of his naval commission and had his sad sacked, sorry ass tossed out of the service and why did the Navy stop keelhauling, ‘cuz this sumbitch earned it – plus, and there’s no sense in going half way to Avernus because he got a leg over on his brother[;s widow in the limo on the way back from the cemetery where his brother had not yet gotten to room temperature, but wait, there’s more. He fathered a bastard child in Bug Fug, Whitewater County, Arkansas There, Clem or Orville, fill in the blank for last name, will have his teeth removed so he won’t outshine his classmates at the cat fish catching school. It is alleged that his Godfather is named “Red Bone”

And this poltroon got $50,000 or maybe $80,000 a month to be on the board of a gas pipe line company in Ukraine with no, none, zip, experience in the gas business save for when he has a wet fart every time he congratulates himself for being the local leader of the Lucky Sperm Club.

If she could, QE2 would send Randy Andy to Ascension Island or Pitcairn. 

Our homegrown limmering, vile scroyle, with the best part of him running down his mother’s leg, will be with us like that brown/yellow stain on his parents’ bed. 

I always said there would be no controversy, none whatsoever, about abortion, if it could be made retroactive. 

Flogging, strapado, bastinado, robo calls – All of them! Simultaneously, if possible. Canoeing with Wide Bottomed Hillary after fitting her with new foundation garments using Jaws of Life equipment, helping Fat Jerry Nadler floss, changing porcine, maybe orvine, Michael Moore’s soiled nappies ------ these must be considered. Let the punishment fit the crime!

While it is true that Slow Joe B9den’s whelp would fuck a snake if someone held its head, Let’s focus on Daddy. Slow Joe Biden, Curly in honor of the smartest stooge, gave a crystal-clear lesson in separating and distinguishing the damned elusive quids from the chimerically ephemeral quos. While at the Walter Duranty Center for Modern American Liberal Useful Idiots, of which there is an apparently never-ending supply, he threatened the pezzonovantes as only an alumnus of the mean streets of Wilmington, Delaware could. “Fire the friggin’ DA by noon or there will be no soup for you. I will take my country ’a money and do a Pasadena. Also, shred the file with my kid’s name on it, or 

else.” I mean it’s Do this and I’ll give you the swag. Don’t do this and I’ll give you bupkis, maybe ugotz. As Colonel Jessup asked, “Are we clear?” 

Breaking news from California

Not the usual “Take your pants down and shit in honor of diversity and multi-culturalism”, not the usual bankrupt PG&E and then blame them when the state burns down, but stuff from its legendary past. First, how far put does the envelope marked
“free speech” go? I know it’s OK for a member of Congress to call the President a “motherfucker”. I know it’s OK to say that the President gets hummers from hid daughter every morning.We know it’s OK for a skank, crack ho comedienne wanabee to walk around with a severed head of the President. I mean, “Sheeit, those 3 are on the short list for “Profile in Courage” laurels, right?” I mean can we talk about Harvey Milk without mentioning his case for sainthood? 35 0or 37 years after the alleged, supposed fact, in either Virginia or Maryland something happened involving sweater meat. Or it didn’t. The only tangible thing to have happened in the Kavanaugh hearings, eerily like when modern American Liberal template, Congresswoman Debbie Wasserman-Schultz sent cops to my house because of something I wrote, was scaring the ladies. In my case, my wife Amy. In Kavanaugh’s case his 2 daughters.

A ditzy broad, with advanced degrees in gestalt, phumfering and caterwauling and 2 years of psychotherapy mumbo-jumbo shows up and says it’s been downhill since concupiscence and that chicks suffer disproportionately. Can anyone imagine what a lawyer named Sol would have done to her on cross examination? I can. 

But back to Venerable Harry. 

Did you know that he was accused and by credible witnesses, of paedophilia? Several jurisdictions were about to toss a coin, draw straws – they were ethically neutral then. Manatees, baby seal killing polar bears, and divers furbish louseworts need not worry – to see who was going to sweat the slimy smarmy bastard. He was a sweetheart, no?

But I want to know why he got his mug on a stamp while his fellow victim, George Moscone, equally shot to shit and just as still dead as Percy Dovetonsils, has a bus stop named after him? 

Or is that a question “beyond the pale”? Get back to me, favore.

Kevin Smith

WARRIORBARDIT@BELLSOUTH.NET

PS – Why is it OK to criticize Congresswoman Tulsi Gabbard’s whit pant suit while praising Wide Bottomed Hillary’s whole nine-yard white Kristo-like tarp from 3 years ago?

Skip quid pro quo. Go straight to tu quoque.