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Snarking at CNN is a marvelous pastime.
About that… Only so much stupid one can handle on the Tweeter.
My friend LJ posted this and wrote, “Before you make a tweet, you might want to figure out what the hashtag you’re hijacking means.” True story.
*sigh* 11:35 AM. This morning.
No, you shallow fuckers. No one cares about your Kim K dress.
I can’t. I just can’t…
I see these asshats joining up with the NRA for a pink and rhinestone “from my cold dead hands” fashion show and now my brain is full of fuckery.
Is it too early to start drinking?
This is absurd.
Just when you thought El Rushbo couldn’t get any creepier… he deems a 14-year-old girl a “Rush baby” and “Rush babe”:
LIMBAUGH: Let’s go to Katie, Island Park, Idaho. Glad you called, great to have you on the program. Hello.
CALLER: Hi, Rush. Yeah, my name is Katie, and I’m 14, and I’m not sure if I qualify to be a Rush baby or a Rush babe. What do you think?
LIMBAUGH: You’re 14?
CALLER: I’m 14.
LIMBAUGH: You’re four— you’re both. You are Rush baby and a Rush babe both. We’ll count you both.
CALLER: All righty.
LIMBAUGH: Have you signed up at our Facebook page?
CALLER: Yes, I just did this morning.
LIMBAUGH: Well, then you’re a Rush babe. That’s it.
CALLER: All righty.
LIMBAUGH: Fourteen. Well, thanks very much, Katie, I appreciate it.
CALLER: Thanks. Thanks, Rush.
LIMBAUGH: See, folks, this program has no boundaries. We have people from all three sexes, we have people from all religions, we have people from all genders, all demographics, all ages. A 14-year-old Rush babe.
Yes, Anderson Cooper. It IS disgusting. Note to Rush, who sounds like he’s practically drooling: Age of consent in New York is 17 and Idaho’s law sets it at 18.
Here’s the Rush Babes FB page. The comments are, well, odd.
Well, maybe there’s an exception…
That’s about right.
Too bad we can’t talk to Trayvon Martin about not being able to safely go to a 7-11 and back.
But no, let’s all feel sorry for George Zimmerman, the man who shot an unarmed teenager who was on his way back from a 7-11 with Skittles and an iced tea. Because George Zimmerman can’t go to a 7-11 any longer - never mind the inconvenient fact that Trayvon can’t either. Because of your client, Mr. O’Mara.
Zimmerman’s life may suck now, but at least he still has it. Perhaps if Trayvon Martin still had his, this whole going-to-a-7-11 thing wouldn’t be a problem.
Rick Santorum, giving an odd interview back in October to CaffeinatedThoughts.com
Ahem. An open letter to Rick Santorum:
I can call you Rick, right? You seem to want to get to know me on an awfully personal level. Well, I have something to say about that: Please get the hell out of my vagina. I did not invite you up in there. Nor did I invite you to poke around my uterus and ovaries, or anywhere else in my bathing suit area.
I think it’s important that people “are who they are” too, which is why I don’t care what two (or more) consenting adults want to do to get freaky. I don’t care if you and Karen do it twice a year with the lights out, socks on, and magic sweater vest flung on the floor. I don’t care if you have a secret furry fetish involving My Little Pony and jars of marshmallow fluff.
I. DON’T. CARE. ABOUT. YOUR. SEX. LIFE. Is that clear?
In exchange, it would be super cool if you stopped giving a fuck about mine. It’s getting creepy. You look out from the TV screen like we’re just pals, chatting about “intimacy” and making sure I’m barefoot, pregnant, and making men sandwiches because Jesus said reasons.
Let’s get one thing straight, mmmkay?
Go have some sex for pleasure, Rick. I bet you’ll have fun, Karen will be shocked, and your litter o’ kidlets will wonder if daddy and mommy are demonically possessed because they’ve NEVER heard those kinds of noises.