A modest request

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I really, REALLY need this shirt. So does the entire Internet.

Dear guys of the Internets,

I realize that this is a terrible imposition, but I have a teeny-tiny favor to ask of you:

Can you PLEASE lay off with all the fucking updates from your boners?

No, really. That’s all I ask.

No more long-winded personal ads built around the incredibly detailed specifications of your lonely, bored old penis.

No more hideous blog entries about the same, laughably couched under the rubric of “men’s rights”.

No more unsolicited dickpix.

No more passive-aggressive spreadsheets detailing the number of times some woman has failed to comply with your sexual demands.

And oh yes, you, Ben Fucking Stein: No more rambling articles detailing what turned your worm. No more whiny, entitled harassments of pregnant ladies via text messaging, either.

No more. All of it. Must. STOP.

I realize this is a tall order (she said, resisting the urge to snurk, wink, and make other references to salacious punning). But if we want the world to be a less dickish place, we have to start somewhere. And where better than the Internets, where all these dicks (and the dickheads who do not own them so much as they are owned by them) are just flapping around in the breeze.

Or, worse: standing bolt upright, all bloated and purple in the face, spewing goop in all directions.

Ahem. Sorry. Where was I, again?

Oh yeah.

Guys, I’m worried about you warping the minds of impressionable children. Kids these days are cyber-savvy, and it is your job, as adults, to make sure you’re not leaving sploodge lying around where they could slip and fall in it (ewwwwwwwww). It’s not that I consider sex dirty per se. In its proper place, sex is a mighty damn fine good thing. But you’re dragging it out of place, elevating your own erection to the status of an object of cultic worship, and that’s where we have a problem…

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Your penis: NOT God.

Look: Girls are learning from you that they must be constantly mindful of what your little heads are thinking of them, instead of learning to think and act for themselves. And boys are getting more and more empty in the big head with all this undue emphasis on the irrational demands of the little head. It’s making it hard for them all to learn anything of real importance, and this in an era where wars, global warming, famine and pestilence are threatening to do away with us as a species.

And no, I don’t believe that more sex-on-the-brain is the logical response and panacea to all this. Reproducing like rabbits doesn’t do even rabbits any good when their hutch is already hopelessly fouled and there are not enough carrots to go ’round.

And on top of that, Menz Rightzers’ maunderings about the biotruthy correlation between youth, looks and fertility are just plain fucking gross.

So, here’s my modest proposal to all of you schlong-waving guys:

Put away your dicks. Tuck ’em and zip up. Never wave them around again. Not in polite company; not in impolite company; and never, ever in mixed company. That means no more boner-notes, no more moaning about your poor hurt widdle boner-feels and boner-sads. And in exchange, I and other women (and our merry feminist men) will never laugh and point at you again.

Do we have a deal?

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The ironies of the Venezuelan opposition, part 54

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Behold, a white horse. And a pale rider.

Good morning, and welcome to today’s installment of VenOpIronía. Today, we have a very special guest from Miami, where all the flotsam and jetsam of corrupt and failed Latin American right-wing political hackery has a funny way of washing ashore. Please give it up for yet another failed Venezuelan presidential candidate…this one having the unfortunate honor of being the first man to lose the presidential elections to Chavecito himself:

Henrique Salas Römer, ex-governor of the state of Carabobo and fugitive from Venezuelan justice, stated in an interview on a Miami channel that the “Exit” was a movement dreamed up by Leopoldo López, whom he called erratic and politically hasty.

Salas also confirmed that Henrique Capriles Radonski, if he had won the presidential elections, would not have been able to efficiently govern the country, and relegated the most minimal commentary to María Corina Machado, whom he only referred to as a “special” person. In Salas Römer’s words, political inexperience and bad time management have taken their toll on these three personages.

“Capriles is behind the wave, and it overthrew Leopoldo, and María Corina is a very special being,” was the ex-governor’s observation in describing the current situation of the most renowned directors of the the MUD.

Of Capriles, Salas says that he “was lucky, because he has been very fortunate in political life in not having won”, because he would not have been able to accurately exercise the presidency. That would have provoked the immediate loss of his followers and the confidence of an important sector of the citizenry in the opposition.

Salas Römer explained that the “Exit” was Leopoldo López’s initiative. “He took it because there was something which was called “La Movida” (The Happening)…They [Machado and López] were switching from one day to the next, changing the term “La Movida” to “La Salida” (The Exit), which I consider to have been a bit hasty.”

Finally, the fugitive Salas reiterated that he had no part in “The Exit”, as an extremist and radical movement, although he was in agreement with the protest as a means of opposition to the Bolivarian Revolution.

There is no doubt that Leopoldo López, national director of the terrorist cells of Voluntad Popular (Popular Will) is growing more isolated every day in the Venezuelan political panorama.

Translation mine.

You’ll notice in the picture at that top that Salas is mounted on a white horse. That was taken in 1998, during his flopped presidential campaign against Chavecito. Salas is trying hard to look, if not exactly youthful (to compete with handsome young Chavecito, who was quite the hottie in ’98), then at least macho and still relevant. Unfortunately for him, the gambit didn’t pay off. For one thing, a chubby old man waving his cowboy hat on a white horse is still just a chubby old man on a horse. For another, the horse’s name was Frijolito (Little Bean) — not exactly a dignified name for a great leader’s trusty steed. And last but certainly not least, Frijolito — sorry, Salas — was already tainted by virtue of being a member of the old Venezuelan political establishment. The same that the Bolivarian Revolution was then on the verge of sweeping out for good. But Salas, bless his heart, was blissfully unaware that Venezuelan politics had moved beyond clownish, superficial displays by then. And just as blissfully unaware that being a member of the political establishment was not enough to get the vote anymore. On the contrary, it was working against him, as he found out during his trouncing at the polls later that year.

That’s why it’s ironic and hilarious to hear him criticizing these young whippersnappers. All of them are just as much products of the old Punto Fijo/Fourth Republic political establishment as Salas himself, and all of them, no doubt, want the same things as he: an end to all this pesky socialism, and progress, and rich people like themselves being made to pay their taxes, and so on. Salas isn’t objecting to their silly anti-progressive agenda, but rather to their haste. As though a great leap backward could be accomplished by plodding. He’s totally clueless to the fact that these leaders all failed not just by being “hasty” (or “special”, in the case of that specialest of snowflakes Maricori), but because they are all right-wing, and because Venezuela is sick and tired of their shit. Sick of old-order politics-as-usual, in which votes were bought with cans of paint and bags of groceries in the poor neighborhoods; sicker still of neo-fascist putschism, and 24/7/365 hatemongering, violence and death. And sickest of all when it comes to all these talking heads bla-bla-blathering away, proposing “movements” and “happenings” and “exits” that are never going to get off the ground, no matter how many people have to die on either side. For them, Henrique Salas Römer is just a reanimated political corpse, and one that should have been buried long ago. The fact that he has to go to Miami to be taken seriously by a talk-show host should tell you all you need to know.

Honestly, Frijolito the horse stands a better chance of being taken seriously as an opposition political candidate. If he weren’t already tainted by an unfortunate association with Salas’s ass, that is.

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More Music for a Sunday: Goodbye, Big Jim

In honor of the passing of James Garner, a true legend of screens both big and small, I present:

Hands down, my favorite 1970s TV show theme song. This is the full length version, so you can hear just how awesome it was. The show was a hoot, too.

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Music for a Sunday: Keep it up…

It was 45 years ago today that Neil Armstrong became the first person from Earth to set foot on the Moon. I was going to post the official Police video of the song, but the only copy I could find was badly defective, so please enjoy this one with pictures from actual NASA moonwalks instead.

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Wankers of the Week: The Invasion of Gaza

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Crappy weekend, everyone! Well, Israel’s finally gone and done it…making their big bid for what’s left of Palestine right now, with the invasion of Gaza. Things are falling down and going boom all over the place; shit’s fucked up and bullshit. But hey! Enough of that depressing shit. How about some more depressing shit? And here are the depressing shits who shat it out for us this week, in no particular order:

1. David Fucking VanDerBeek. You know you’re a stochastic terrorist when you keep calling for “more blood” amid a wave of violence and shootings that accomplishes…absolutely nothing except to scare the shit out of people who have no intention of voting your way. If you think that’s a revolution, I feel sorry for you. You’ve got nothing to fight for, nothing to die for…and nothing to live for, either.

2. Garry Fucking Neilson. Incest and pedophilia will become more acceptable, just like being gay? Nope, nope, nope, nope, NOPE. There are sound reasons why two of those things are not like the other. And WTF is a “consensual” adult incest relationship? What was sexual abuse when the victim was a child does not just magically become consensual once she crosses the 18-year mark, you idiot.

3. Pat Fucking Robertson. No, Patwa, witch ancestors do not cause stomach trouble. You are not a doctor, and you are not qualified to diagnose. But I’m quite willing to go along with the general theory that your ancestors were inbred imbeciles.

4. Jason Fucking Kenney. Why?

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Actually, Jason dear, Israel is using its weapons against Gaza’s citizens. But hey! Why should you care about a little thing called facts when you could be blowing Bibi just a weeny bit harder?

5. Slavoj Fucking Zizek. I never did take him seriously as an intellectual, much less as a leftist, and boy, am I GLAD. I do feel sorry for all the schlong-suckers out there who’ve latched onto this lazy-ass plagiarist, though. PS: Ha, ha. PPS: Ha, ha, ha!

6. Dinesh Fucking D’Souza. Meanwhile, on the other end of the bogus-intellectual spectrum, D’Looza insists that history never happened. Which is kind of ironic when you consider how quickly he was swept into its dustbin.

7. Duane Fucking Youngblood. Oh look! Another professional homophobe’s closet door got kicked down by all the pink-clad skeletons within. Maybe this one should no longer be allowed access to kids, since he’s obviously a bad role model in every sense of the word…eh?

8. Oscar Fucking Pistorius. Anger management? What’s that? You don’t need it, any more than you need good advice from your lawyer. After all, you have a huge macho ego to feed and stoke!

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9. Todd Fucking Akin. No, dumbfuck, you and Tailgunner Joe are not the victims of a media witch-hunt. You are both victims of nothing but your own fucking stupidity. And it serves both of you bloody well right that you enjoy zero credibility to this day.

10. William Fucking Happer. Carbon is the new Jew, and climate-change denialists are the new Galileo. Did you know that? I did not know that. Huh.

11. Renee Fucking Ellmers. No, dear, women are not too dumb to understand high-level policy discussions. The problem with the Repugnican Party is that it quite simply doesn’t believe in any policy that treats women as full-fledged people, rather than property of a man and/or a temporary lodging for a fetus. Until the party stops that, your position in the party is that of window dressing for the War on Women, and nothing more. And female voters, not being stupid, will not be fooled…nor particularly pleased that you think your own sex deserves to be talked down to.

12. Terry Fucking Branstad. Church/state separation? Wut dat? Oh, just another pesky impediment to the Theocracy of Iowa.

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13. Marc Fucking Stanley. Meanwhile, in the Wang State, we have a “sovereign” shittizen who thinks that laws don’t apply to him, and he should be allowed to steal and resell copper wire from lightposts that don’t belong to him. Sorry, pal, but bafflegab and gibberish don’t trump legalese. And you’re not sovereign. All laws still apply just as much to you as they do to the next common crook.

14. Rob Fucking Ford. It’s been a fairly cool summer in these parts, but that won’t stop Robbo’s pants from giving off vast clouds of toxic smoke. And hey! He mentioned the ol’ “gravy train” again. Everybody take a drink now!

15 and 16. Wayne Fucking Ronayne and Paula Fucking Carter. Alcohol: Not even once.

17. Kevin Fucking Martin. Yet another wanker who gives trilbies a bad name. What is it with asinine dudes and “fedoras”, anyway?

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18. Yair Fucking Lapid. Oh noes, Israel is being boycotted! This is, of course, only to be expected when you claim “It’s Not Genocide When WE Do It!”

19. Abigail Fucking Fisher. Sorry, no Affirmative Action program for stupid white kids. You’re gonna have to buckle down and work if you want to get into the school of your choice, same as everyone else.

20. Mark Fucking Regev. Don’t play drinking games with this one, you guys…if you took a whole drink every time he says “Let me be clear”, you’d be dead of alcohol poisoning by now. And of course, everything he says is clear as mud, too.

21. Mark Fucking Levin. Yes, Jon Stewart’s name is a slight variation on the name that’s on his birth certificate. So fucking what? Everything else he says is true. If all you’ve got to pick on is is name, you might just be a wanker.

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22. George Fucking Gibbs. Gee, I guess that 70,000-pound judgment you won from a British paper that told the truth about you will have to be repaid now. Assuming you haven’t blown it all on grooming underage boys for your own sexual amusement, that is. Enjoy jail, absolutely free!

23. Sandy Fucking Rios. Anyone besides me struck by the irony of a woman with a Spanish surname trying to make lepers out of Latin American kids her own country put into dire straits by supporting drug wars and death squads in their countries? Oh good, not just me then.

24. Pedro Fucking Custodio. So, he ripped a mike out of a reporter’s hand because she dared to ask him why he raped women at a shelter he ran? Well, duh. It’s all so obvious. They were vulnerable and in a time of need. Therefore, they MUST have been asking for it!

25. Rush Fucking Limbaugh. So, that latest Malaysian jetliner crash was timed just right to save Obama’s black ass yet again? Wow. That tinfoil’s gettin’ tight there, isn’t it, Rush?

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26. Thomas Fucking Thorpe. Oh, how quaint. You said knee-grow instead of nigger. Guess that makes you totally not a racist for not wanting a black public defender standing next to you, huh?

27. Sheila Fucking Kihne. What business is it of yours if single mothers have wedding receptions? One doesn’t “earn” them by being a virgin — one pays for them, preferably having set aside enough money ahead of time to do so. Why the hell do you care what other women do with their own money? What are you, the wedding police?

28. Steve Fucking Green. For fuck’s sake, if the bible means that much to you, go read it in your own little room, like Jesus said. And don’t go building monuments to it in the nation’s capital like a fucking hypocrite.

29. Magdo Fucking Haro. No. you can’t pray the gay out of your daughter. And you can’t beat and rape it out of her, either.

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30. Michael Fucking Peroutka. How’s that “Constitution Party” thing coming along? Not very well? Well, don’t worry. The Repugs are just as discredited by now, and with additional loopiness, they’re sure to lose for a long, long time!

31. Mitch Fucking McConnell. Yes, by all means, keep that ol’ turtle head in the sand when it comes to women and students. After all, you’ve done your duty by “financing three daughters at out-of-state schools”, huh huh huh.

32. Gianluca Fucking Buonanno. If you’re going to ban gay kissing, why not just ban ALL public kissing in your town? That way, you may be a prudish idiot, but you’ll at least be a consistent prudish idiot.

33. Vinod Fucking Khosla. Yup, PUBLIC protest to maintain PUBLIC access to a PUBLIC beach is “blackmail”. But then again, corporatists obviously have no concept of PUBLIC, so there’s that.

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34. Jason Fucking Calacanis. And speaking of corporatists without a clue, there’s this one. Who thinks “not trying hard enough” is the only reason why people fall through the cracks. Could we possibly jump through any more hoops on the edge of the Grand Fucking Canyon? Jesus H. Christ. Oh, and to crown it all: He’s a chronic failure in business himself. But hey! As long as there’s still money to fling around at random, don’t anyone call HIM unsuccessful!

35. Sara Fucking Hellwege. It can’t be said often enough: If your “conscience” gets in the way of you doing the job, get the fuck out and let someone else in who will do it. Oh yeah, and don’t sue for being let go if you refused to do the job, either.

36. Megyn Fucking Kelly. So who said the days of late-term abortions are over, much less that no one wants to return to them? Um, SHE did. Why? Because she’s a fucking idiot with her head in a shitload of sand, that’s why! But hey…it’s nice to know she’s objectively pro-murder, eh?

37. Louie Fucking Gohmert. Why?

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38. Robert Fucking Lyzenga. Yay! Another Pastor Pervert. This one took pictures of female parishioners as young as five years old, with a hidden camera in the church’s washrooms. Jesus is nauseated.

39. Bill Fucking Maher. New Rule: Thou shalt not toss out sexism in defence of Zionism. Come to think of it, why dost thou defend Zionism, considering it’s currently waging a major crime against humanity?

40. Woody Fucking Allen. Oh joy! The Yucko of the Year blames Arabs for the blatant Israeli land-grab going on in Gaza right now. Because they weren’t nice enough to the settler-colonials, natch. If only he could fade into total irrelevance now, that would be great.

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And finally, to those ghouls spawning all over the hillsides of Sderot. Yeah, congrats, assholes, you got the local CNN reporter sent to Russia instead. Too bad the world still knows what you’re doing there. We’ve already seen, and we are fucking disgusted to think we share DNA with the likes of you. Cheering for a land-grab war, AND trying to silence the media? That’s just VILE.

Good night, and get fucked!

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Festive Left Friday Blogging: Rrrrrrowr.

Yes, I know…it’s been a while since I’ve felt festive on a leftist Friday. What can I say, the garden keeps me busy. Busier than usual this year, since the only thing growing great out there right now is weeds. Oh well…

Anyway. El Ecuadorable was in Brazil this week, visiting with his old pal Lula, doing the chit-chat and the grip-‘n’-grin. But since the pix from that are all kind of boring, please enjoy this one instead. I posted it because it’s a great shot…

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…and I love it.

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Quotable: Jon Stewart on the Gaza bombings

More than ever, Jon is my hero:

It seems pretty safe to say that he is no Zionist…and that is a good thing.

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World Cup corrupto flees Brazilian justice

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Once more, a big black eye on the World Cup, and a big facepalm for Brazil…and a headache for Interpol:

Raymond Whelan, director of the official ticket distribution site of the 2014 World Cup, Match Services/Match Hospitality, and accused of heading an illegal ticket-resales ring, is a fugitive from justice, according to the Civil Police of Rio de Janeiro.

“Teams from the 18th Police Precinct, co-ordinated by commissioner Fabio Barucke, were in the Copacabana Palace Hotel late this afternoon to carry out a judicial order to take Whelan into preventive custody. According to the commissioner, the Englishman fled the hotel and is considered a fugitive,” says a statement from the commissioner’s office.

Whelan was arrested on Monday, July 7, along with other suspects, but was released a day later on bail. Whelan was beneficiary of a writ of habeas corpus and, after paying a fine and handing over his passport to the authorities as a promise that he would not leave the country, he left the station without setting a date to make a new statement.

On the afternoon of Friday the 11th, the Rio de Janeiro judiciary received a denunciation from the prosecutor’s office and decreed prison time for 11 accused individuals who had participated in the ticket-sales ring, Whelan among them.

For that reason, they went looking for Whelan…but he had already left the hotel.

The authorities indicated that the Briton had also left his suitcases behind and exited through a door exclusively for employees, according to images captured on closed-circuit TV.

“He is considered a fugitive,” said commissioner Fabio Barucke, who confirmed that Whelan’s name is on the list of persons being sought by Interpol.

In a press release, the Briton’s attorney, Fernando Fernandes, stated that the defence had reviewed the judge’s decision to hand down a new prison sentence, and claimed that Whelan had done his part and would promise to collaborate with the investigations, but did not mention his whereabouts.

Match Hospitality is the company selected by FIFA to sell World Cup tickets in packets reserved for businesses and to provide hotel reservations for the soccer players of the different teams and the directors of the soccer organization.
The municipality closed 20 streets from midnight Saturday and reserved 1,650 agents to direct traffic; as is customary, the fans could only reach Maracaná Stadium by public transit.

According to the prosecutor general’s office, the 11 accused will answer for offences of associating to commit crimes, illegal resale, active money laundering and corruption, and fiscal evasion.

On Wednesday the 9th, Match Services rebuffed, with harsh words for the Brazilian police, all the accusations, and assured in the form of a press release that Whelan’s arrest was “arbitrary and illegal”.

Match also deemed illegal the “leaking to the media of recorded fragments of private conversations”, in which appears that they are negotiating exclusive ticket sales in the Copacabana Palace, the hotel in which FIFA maintained its “headquarters” during the World Cup.

The clandestine purchase of tickets for the final match, whose prices reached up to 12,000 euros, has become a matter of great importance in Rio; a significant portion of Argentine fans arrived in Brazil without tickets to the match.

Police operations against illegal ticket-sellers (Argentine citizens among them) during the tournament have made life difficult for resellers, who are now more vigilant against becoming entangled in “Operation Jules Rimet”, in which the police have already analyzed half of the 50,000 telephone conversations recorded with judicial authorization, between Whelan and the suspected #2 man in the plot, the Algerian businessman Lamine Fofana, who operated a network of some 30 persons.

5,000 heavily armed military police worked on the eve of the match, attentive to what might happen after the Brazil-Netherlands match in the zones most populated by Argentine fans.

One off the police’s concerns are the “barrabravas” (Argentine soccer hooligans), 53 of whom have been taken into custody and deported back to Argentina by Brazilian police. The great majority of them belonged to a list of 2,100 violent fans who were barred from entering the stadiums in their country, and which the Argentine government handed over to their Brazilian counterpart before the World Cup began, as part of a co-operation agreement for the security of the event.

Translation mine.

Riddle me this: How does a man who surrendered his passport to Brazilian police still manage to slip out of the country? Were the police really that incompetent, given the high security in general — and the value of this prisoner in particular? My guess is that Ray Whelan was prepared in advance for just such an eventuality, and had a backup — possibly fake — set of documents prepared for the occasion. Either that, or someone was bribed to look the other way. If the Brazilian police could detain and deport a record number of Argentine soccer hooligans, there’s no reason they couldn’t keep him in custody without bail, along with the other 10 accused corruptos they had. His high rank should be no excuse.

Meanwhile, we’ll just have to wait for his oily little head to pop up again somewhere. Now taking bets on where and when that will be…

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Music for a Sunday: In silence and darkness…

Whenever there’s ghastly violence somewhere in the world, this great (and greatly underrated) Genesis suite comes to mind. It’s a three-part song that veers from quiet contemplation of love lost, to nightmares of tragedy, to outrage and back. Right now, I’m dedicating it to the people of Gaza, who are living the worst of human nightmares.

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Wankers of the Week: War Cup edition

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Crappy weekend, everyone! How’s everyone doing in advance of tomorrow’s big game? Me, I’m not feeling it much. Too busy thinking of the current assault on Gaza, sorry. And these people, too, aren’t helping:

1. Rob Fucking Ford. No, he’s not homophobic. He has a disease! A disease that turned him into the lone person on Toronto city council to sit down during a standing ovation for World Pride, and conspicuously shitty-acting every time LGBTs are the subject of conversation. Pity him for his disease! PS: Oh surpriiiise! It looks like Robbo is not as “recovering” as he makes himself out to be. I guess being disruptive in rehab is also a disease, now?

2. Doug Fucking Ford. And of course, whenever Tweedledum manifests yet another obnoxious and antisocial aspect of his disease, there’s Tweedledee, with the broom and dustpan, covering his ass yet again. A pity that they don’t make brooms or dustpans big enough to do the job!

3. Bob Fucking Marier. Meanwhile, Robbo’s “sobriety coach” (didn’t know there was such a thing!) sounds just like Robbo himself…in short, a perfect candidate for anger management.

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4. Sarah Fucking Palin. Quitbull, please leave the plucky-battered-woman act to actual plucky battered women. You are none of that.

5. Jesse Fucking Watters. OMG, there are GAY people in the Pride parade! Merciful Jesus, whatever next — women in the feminist movement? No, wait, that was last week!

6. Robin Fucking Thicke. Time to pack it in, O talentless hack. Not only is your soon-to-be-ex-wife not buying, neither are music fans!

7. Dave Fucking Daubenmire. Gotta love those “pro-life” so-called Christians. They can’t seem to see the cognitive dissonance between their pro-natalist views…and their views that gays would be better off killed because they “mislead” children. Um, no…actually, the misleaders of children are the ones who preach hatred and intolerance, and the idea that gays should be killed!

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8. Theresa Fucking Santai-Gaffney. No, you do not get to say who gets married and who does not. Your job is to file the paperwork, and if you can’t do that job, then step aside for someone else who can.

9. Bob Fucking Frey. Christ, learn some science! No, sperm enzymes do NOT cause AIDS. If they did, all guys, including yourself, would have the disease already, or else a great gaping maggot-eaten hole where their testicles currently are. For the umpteenthousandth time, a VIRUS causes AIDS. And in your case, I’d say this endless obsession with gay sex has eaten a gaping, maggoty hole in your brain.

10. Nicholas Fucking Lord. So, threatening a fellow US Navy sailor with rape (allegedly while drunk) is “super awesome”? Yeah, I’m sure the brig is looking real nice this time of year. And since when is the Delayed Entry Program a “feminist page”? Since, oh, about NEVER. It’s a RECRUITMENT page, dumbfuck. And trolling is not exactly conduct becoming…

11. Larry Fucking Page. So, when machines replace us all, it’ll be just like vacation, eh? Yeah…complete with eviction and starvation! Let’s start with you and see how you like it, eh?

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12. Bryan Fucking Fischer. Oh noes, rainbow wrappers on Burger King’s Whoppers! Quick, Robin, to the Chick-fil-Hatemobile!

13. Matthew Fucking Leber. If your eyesight is so poor that you can’t tell an Adidas soccer shirt apart from a prayer rug, it’s time to pack up your border patrol goon squad and slink home with tails between legs. Could you do it now, please?

14. Chris Fucking Davis. And speaking of border patrol goon squads slinking home with tails between legs, here is a prime case in point. Operation Clusterfuck…mission accomplished!

15. Kendall Fucking Jones. Christ, what is it with blond twits thinking that it’s “conservation” to kill beautiful African animals for sport this week?

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16. Axelle Fucking DeSpiegelaere. Christ, what is it with blond twits thinking that it’s “conservation” to kill beautiful African animals for sport this week?

17. Mike Fucking Dickinson. Christ, what is it with sexist idiots thinking it’s okay to cyberstalk and threaten #15, even if she IS a fucking twit? Jeez, dude, be better than that!

18. Tony Fucking Abbott. So, Australia was “unsettled” before Whitey showed up, eh? Well, there’s just one thing to say to that:

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YOU’RE FUCKING WRONG, MATE!

19, 20, 21 and 22. Chuck Fucking Schumer, Bob Fucking Menendez, Kelly Fucking Ayotte, and Lindsey Fucking Graham. Hooray, let’s all support Israel as it embarks on its latest flimsy pretext for stealing Palestinian land and murdering Palestinian people! How fucking holy and righteous is that?

23. Moshe Fucking Feiglin. And speaking of murdering Palestinians, how about the deputy speaker of the Knesset and his oh-so-heroic desire to see Gaza Palestinian kidney patients die for lack of dialysis? Yeah, Numbers 19 through 22, this is what you’re supporting. Feel heroic yet?

24. Ayelet Fucking Shaked. And further to the above: A pretty face don’t make no pretty heart, as Robert Palmer once famously sang. This bitch is utterly ugly from the inside, and sooner or later, that’s gonna leave tracks on her face. Just give it time.

25. John Fucking Huggins. Pro tip: You say you want a revolution? Well, you know, you gotta have a popular movement behind you. Otherwise, you ain’t nothin’ but a wild-eyed cop-killing terrorist jackwagon. And, sadly, the “Don’t Tread On Me” contingent are NOT a popular movement.

And finally, to these fucking ghouls right here:

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Watching the bombing of Gaza from Sderot, and applauding every time a bomb goes boom. You people represent everything that’s wrong with Israel. And of course, you’re fucking PROUD of it. Because when you’ve got nothing else, there’s always bloodlust, right?

Good night, and get fucked!

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