Today is the Comandante’s 59th birthday. Since he’s no longer here to celebrate it, it’s up to us to do the work he left unfinished. And here is just the song for that:
Feliz cumple, Chavecito. ¡Te amamos y extrañamos muchísimo!
Today is the Comandante’s 59th birthday. Since he’s no longer here to celebrate it, it’s up to us to do the work he left unfinished. And here is just the song for that:
Feliz cumple, Chavecito. ¡Te amamos y extrañamos muchísimo!

Crappy weekend, everyone! Well, how’s about that new little princeling in Kensington Palace? It’s only been a few days, and already I’m bored stiff hearing about him. So, fuck that shit…let’s just get on with who else gave my nerves a strenuous workout this week. And here they come, in no particular order:
1. August Fucking Løvenskiolds. Who? Oh, some random asshat at A Voice for (Racist, Woman-Hating, Deranged) Men. You and I just KNEW those freaks would find some way to pin the blame for Trayvon Martin’s murder on a woman, and by Jove, he’s found it. He blames Trayvon’s friend, Rachel! Although how he arrived at that conclusion is very loopy and only makes sense (MAYBE) after a massive hit of meth. Srsly, is it so hard to wrap one’s head around the fact that George Zimmerman is a racist creep with a long prior history of violent crime? Apparently, if you think you speak for da poor widdle oppressed menz, it is.
2. Alison Fucking Tieman. Who? Oh, just another random asshat from A Voice for (Racist, Woman-Hating, Deranged) Men. And another random skirt that the misogynists like to hide behind because they’re so voiceless and all, and in whose mouth they like to put their weasel words. Which is very odd when you consider that they don’t actually like women at all, eh?
3. Jim Fucking Hoft. Who? Oh, just another random asshat who calls himself a pundit. And he seems to think that Skittles + iced tea = drugs. This brain-dead meme has been going around a lot lately, mostly in Stormfront circles. Which tells you a lot about the fascists who hang out in there.

4. Geraldo Fucking Rivera. Dude. You are NOT the “new 50”. You are a ridiculous 70-year-old man with stringy pecs, rheumy eyes, and a ‘stache that needs trimming. For fuck’s sake, put on a shirt. In fact, put on a hoodie. And pull the hood up, wouldja? Pull it WAY up.
5. Samantha Fucking Power. Lady, you are NOT going to go to the UN to tell Venezuela, or Cuba, or anyone else, how to behave. Until your own country learns to set a proper example, it would behoove you to sit down and shut up. Especially about Israel, whose own human rights record is looking awfully spotty of late.
6. Ken Fucking Cuccinelli. Virginia: still for haters, apparently. And governed by a soulless, self-destructive fuckhead.
7. Mitch Fucking Daniels. Keeping kids from reading Howard Zinn? Now there’s a way to drag them down to your level and beat them with experience! (Yes, I am calling him stupid. Remember, reality has a leftist bias!)

8. Paul Fucking Hewson. Yes, Bono made the list again this week. He thinks that capitalism is the way out of poverty for starving Africans! Awww, how generous of him. And might I ask when Monsieur plans on paying his back taxes in Ireland? Or when he’s going to use all that excess money he’s just sitting on at the moment? For the good of the starving Africans (and Irishmen), I mean?
9. Sean Christopher Fucking Flaherty. Better dead than red…and better drunk as a skunk? Dude…dumb, drunk and paranoid is no way to go through life.
10. Newt Fucking Gingrich. Newty, if you’re gonna pull stats out of your ass, shouldn’t you at least TRY to conceal your racism? Oh wait, it all comes from the same place with you. Never mind!
11. Ben Fucking Carson. Not-talking-about-race doesn’t make you a non-racist. It also doesn’t make you an anti-racist. It makes you a non-comprehender of racism. And it also makes you, by extension, a cover-up artist and perpetuator of systemic racism. Why? Because that’s a problem that not-talking-about-it will not only NOT make go away, it’s a problem that not-talking-about-it enables to grow. Like cancer. Honestly, how someone could become a world-class surgeon and not understand that, it just boggles my mind.

12. Sue-Ann Fucking Levy. Save the white males! Endangered species that runs the world doesn’t get enough facetime in Ontario! Oh, for the fuck of holy shit.
13. Dana Fucking Perino. Dubya’s dumbest blonde-in-chief seems to think that white kids are oppressed, too. Never mind that the alleged would-be robbers who allegedly shot that poor baby were apprehended right away, and that this was NOT a racially motivated crime. (Correction: It now looks like the real culprit was the mother of the baby.) Dim-witted Dana seems to think it should be decried as “reverse racism” (which DOES NOT EXIST), or that else, the president shouldn’t speak of an egregious and obviously racist murder. See #11, and add HAIR BLEACH EATS YOUR BRAIN, KIDDIES!
14. Rush Fucking Limbaugh. White people shouldn’t feel guilty over slavery, says the Grand Wizard of the Dittohead KKK. He means he shouldn’t be held to account for his years of hate-radio racism, I guess. No fucking dice, Pigman. You’re STILL a motherfucking Nazi, and will be until your aneurysm ruptures and carries you home to Cthulhu. Capisce?
15. Allen Fucking West. He never got his ass shot dead because unlike Trayvon, his parents stayed together. Yeah, that’s logic for ya. Hey dumbfuck, George Zimmerman never asked Trayvon about his parents, and didn’t shoot him over that. Also, there’s the salient fact that Trayvon was not a thug. He was INNOCENT, and his parents, despite being split up, still raised him right. Your folks raised an idiot, but hey — at least they stuck together, ill-advised as that may have been. Yay for your parents, boo for you.

16. Patriarch Fucking Kirill. Once more, with feeling: Canada has had same-sex marriage for nearly a decade. No apocalypse in sight. Wow, who knew that heads of official state churches were liars?
17 and 18. Ginni Fucking Thomas and Phyllis Fucking Schlafly. Once more, with feeling: “Cultural Marxism” does not exist. Marxism is a poltico-economic philosophy. It has nothing to do with culture at all. Just like these two dipshits, in other words.
19. Victor Fucking Davis Fucking Hanson. Why the double Fucking? Because he’s double-fucking-racist and double-fucking-stupid if he thinks it’s acceptable to make racism a generational thing, AND to insist that it’s not “subjective racism” to be afraid of black dudes.
20. Mark Fucking Kessler. Fascist gun nut asshole is a police chief. Gee, what are the odds? And what are the odds that he will also turn out to be a raving, sheet-worthy racist? PS: And what are the odds that “taking it in the ass” is, in fact, his own deepest, darkest sexual fantasy?

21. Mary Lou Fucking Hannon. See link above, and add the fact that FREEZE PEACH is NOT an acceptable excuse for this kind of shit. The man is supposed to be a fucking public servant! It’s literally only a matter of time before this nutjob starts hunting humans, you shitty excuse for a mayor. Next thing you know, death threats will be covered under the same rubric. Hey, chasing down and killing black kids is “standing your ground” in Florida, after all…
22. Louie Fucking Gohmert. Surprise, surprise, surprise! Gomer’s a wanker again this week. But hey, let’s not be too hard on the village idiot of Washington. After all, he correctly identified non-whites as endangered species in the US. (See what I mean about hunting humans?)
23. Glenn Fucking Beck. Mockery FAIL. Biff, you’re drunk. Go home!
24. Ted Fucking Nugent. Speaking of impairment, FAIL, and go home, how about the Nuge? Looks like all those substances he abused over the years have finally killed his last vestige of a sense of irony. Because there is simply no other way one could explain his claim to anti-racism on the one hand, bolstered by his urging people to profile blacks (racially!) on the other.

25. E.W. Fucking Jackson, Jr. And once more, with feeling: You can’t claim to be anti-racist on the one hand and bolster white people’s ugly stereotypes of your people on the other. And telling people not to “racialize” what is clearly a racist crime isn’t helping either.
26. Dominique Fucking Strauss-Kahn. The only thing more disgusting than a dirty old lecher who thinks that even chambermaids are only there for his sexual delectation (read: ASSAULT), is a dirty old lecher who “doesn’t realize” that all those women (invariably much younger, invariably far better looking) at all those sex parties…are hired. Does anyone seriously think non-prostituted women would show up to such an affair of their own free will just to get groped, pawed and manhandled by a slew of drooling geezers whose only attractive feature is their money? Please. Playing dumb isn’t a legal defence, old man.
27. John Fucking Pike. Remember Sgt. Pepperspray? Yeah, him. Anyway, he’s now claiming that the act of brutally suppressing all those peaceful, unarmed protesters did irreparable psychological damage…to HIM. Um, what?
28. Anthony Fucking Weiner. Once more he’s in hot water; once more, a woman not his wife has been on the receiving end of pictures of Weiner’s wiener. And since he’s been exposed, he’s leapt from the frying pan to the fire. And he STILL plans to run for mayor of New York! Frankly, I don’t know how his wife puts up with him. Can he still cut the mustard at home, I wonder? (Sorry!)

29. Francisco José Fucking Garzón. And in other hot-dog news (ugh, sorry), the driver of the Spanish train that crashed near Santiago de Compostela earlier this week, it turns out, is something of a speed demon. The locomotive he was piloting was going more than double the speed limit when it crashed, and it seems that this sort of shitty driving was something of a pattern for him, if his Facebook page is any indication. Just sit back and let that sink in: 78 people are dead because of a wanking Facebook braggart. Doesn’t exactly fill you with confidence in mass transport, does it?
30. Antonin Fucking Scalia. Liberal judges are Nazis? Um, no. Also, VAFFANCULO.
31. Athlone Fucking McGinnis. Bitchez Be Crazy N Shit, so therefore it’s okay for pick-up assholes to “adapt to” their (supposed) irrational and/or masochistic behavior. And by “adapt to”, he means EXPLOIT. Be sure to check out his long, boring, mansplainy contributions in the comments, in which he attempts (futilely) to backpedal to make it sound like he really means “leave them crazy bitchez alone”. Speaking as a woman who has suffered in the past from episodes of major depression, which makes me lose interest in everything I normally like (including sex), I find this all hilarious. Because this illness (a) leaves my reasoning faculties intact (albeit sluggish), and (b) the only “good” thing about it, from the viewpoint of a woman who detests being used and abused by men, is that it makes one absolutely unexploitable to frat-boy clowns like this. Who knew that being dead from the waist down for months on end could actually be a GOOD thing?
32. Bob Fucking Filner. He’s headed to sex-addiction therapy. Mainly because he hears the women there are easy. Ba-dump-BUMP!

33. Scott Fucking Walker. Yup, Little Snotty Wanker is back in the news this week, for ordering the cops out on demonstrators. And for sicking them on a Marine veteran, and desecrating his flag. Ah yes, patriotic Repugnican Koch-suckers.
34. David Fucking Price. Oh look! Rob Fucking Ford’s little canned radio show caller is back in the news. This time for homophobia. And the usual “liberal media” phobia, too.
35. Kaye Fucking Beach. Once more, with feeling: THERE IS NO SATAN. THEREFORE, YOUR DRIVER’S LICENCE PHOTO IS NOT THE “MARK OF THE BEAST”. IT’S ONLY IDENTIFICATION, YOU FUCKING IDIOTESS!!!
36. Justin Fucking Bieber. The long slide into douchedom continues apace for the Bieb. Y’know, any other guy his age would probably be thrilled to have hordes of girls chasing him everywhere, hanging on his every vacuous word and deed and craptacular outfit. So what does HE do? Leans over a hotel balcony and horks a loogie on them. And then snaps a photo of the shocked and horrified faces, no doubt for his Instagram feed. And laughs about it with his equally douchey buddy. One of these days, he’s gonna fall off that balcony. Let’s hope it’s high enough that that will be the end of all the fucking Bieberism.

37. Pat Fucking McCrory. If you don’t know enough about a bill you’re signing into law, shouldn’t you actually READ the thing before reaching for the ol’ rubber stamp? Gawd.
38. Rehan Fucking Chaudary. Striking hotel workers are “animals”? Pfft, even if they were, they’d still be more human than this fucking clod who refuses to negotiate with them.
39. Robert Fucking Zimmerman, Jr. Yup, Junior’s been keeping his wank hand very, very busy. Tweeting photos of a bullshit racist meme about two INNOCENT black kids to Michael Moore? Threatening Trayvon Martin’s family? Gee, Junior, what WILL you do for an encore? Unless it involves going and fucking yourself, I’m not interested in hearing any more from you.
40. Patrick Fucking Rehder. Oh look! Widdle Georgie Porgie has friends in the cop shop. And one of them was thoughtful enough to send him a heads-up about a roll-over crash not far from where he killed Trayvon, so he could come swooping in to play hero. Pardon me, but isn’t that rather shoddy police procedure? Or maybe even ILLEGAL?

And finally, to James Fucking Vishner, at 68.57.32.3. James was dumb enough to actually sign his own name to his troll-post (although I suspect he used a burner e-mail address), when he attempted to debunk me, here. James, if that’s the best you and your alleged 6th grader can do for googling, you should demand a refund from your respective school districts. That picture was straight off MSNBC’s courtroom feed, so it IS the same one your hallowed jury of six pearl-clutching white women saw. I might also add that they should have seen this photo of George Fucking Zimmerman’s very un-stained windbreaker. As should you have, if you’d been paying attention…which you clearly haven’t. You wasted all that time googling for wingnut crapaganda and berating me like a bleating dipshit, and for what? To score a point? Your only real point is located squarely on the top of your skull. And it sure does make a convenient bit of padding for that hooded sheet. Which, so I hear, is the perennial fashion in Culpeper, Virginia.
Good night, and get fucked!
It was 60 years ago today, Fidel Castro taught the band to play…
Today is the 60th anniversary of the storming of the Moncada Barracks in Santiago, Cuba. It was led by a young lawyer who was not yet a barbudo…then. Perhaps you’ve heard of him?

That’s him on the left, being taken prisoner. He did a brief stint in jail, but on the stand in his own defence, he swore that history would absolve him, and it did. A few short years later, he was back…on a dilapidated yacht with a slightly misspelled name, sailing from Mexico with 81 men he’d recruited while in exile. 82 people on a boat designed to hold no more than 12. One of them was a certain young Argentine medical doctor, who would soon become world-famous by his nickname alone. After a disastrous landing at Las Coloradas, in which the whole operation was nearly ended before it had a chance to begin, the young rebel lawyer — now a revolutionary guerrilla commander — fought his way through the Sierra Maestra mountains of southern Cuba. His little guerrilla band dwindled horrifically; at one point they were down to fewer than a dozen. But since revolution had been slowly brewing in Cuba for decades, even before the lawyer was born, this unlikely bunch managed to accomplish the unthinkable, uniting the people behind them to overthrow Fulgencio Batista, the US-backed dictator of Cuba. On New Year’s Day, 1959, the rebel band rolled triumphantly into Havana…and power.
He’s still around. He was Chavecito’s first international friend and supporter, giving the latter a boost after he was released from jail, but not yet elected president of Venezuela. Today, Chavecito’s successor, Nicolás Maduro, and nine other Latin American and Caribbean presidents, came to Cuba to mark the anniversary of that failed uprising…an early parallel to Chavecito’s own failed military rebellion in 1992. And he’s still inspiring other leaders as well: Evo Morales in Bolivia, Rafael Correa in Ecuador, and Pepe Mujica in Uruguay. Pepe, too, was a rebel back in the day; he was a Tupamaro, an urban guerrilla, operating in the suburbs of Montevideo. And, like Fidel and Chavecito, he too was jailed for a time. (It’s becoming almost a prerequisite for some leftist LatAm leaders to have been jailed for subversion, isn’t it?)
The old barbudo is retired from the presidency now, but he still likes to write from time to time for the newspaper that bears the misspelled name of that old cabin cruiser he rode in on. And he’s still encouraging rebellion, even if he’s no longer in the business of actively fomenting it, like he once was. But his very existence is an ongoing rebellion. And his revolution has spread through Latin America, to the point where it is now unstoppable.
No wonder, then, that Carlos Puebla’s song says that “for us, it’s always the 26th”. It’s not just that for Cuba anymore.

Say “hola” to Colombia’s first same-sex married couple: Carlos Hernando Rivera, and Gonzalo Ruíz Giraldo!
On Wednesday, the 67th municipal judge of Bogotá, Carmen Lucía Rodríguez, declared a civil union for the first same-sex couple in Colombia, Carlos Rivera and Gonzalo Ruíz.
During the ceremony the word “marriage” was not mentioned; however, it was made clear that Rivera and Ruíz would have the same rights as heterosexual couples, according to Caracol Radio.
“We have the same rights and this is a big step for us and the LGBTI community,” said Ruíz at the exit from the building where the ceremony, which was also attended by a delegate of the Procurator, took place.
“I wanted to legalize our union and we did it with dignity and all the force of the law. We have been living together for more than 20 years and in the process of legalizing the union, more than five years,” Ruíz added.
“We got married, we’re very happy, we have the same rights as any couple with a civil marriage,” Rivera added.
Outside the courthouse, the pair was met by a crowd of LGBTI activists waving multicolored flags and placards, and singing songs in tribute to the union and to equality.
Translation mine.
Congratulations, you two crazy lovebirds. You are fabulous!
Alí Primera’s classic ballad to the Liberator. Here are the lyrics:
Bolivarian Bolívar is not a dead idea,
Much less a saint to light candles to.
A boy from Venezuela met with him;
It may be imaginary, but it could happen.And this is the conversation Bolívar and the boy had under a tree that was saved from a fire:
Boy: “Is it not true, Simón Bolívar, that when you made your historic vow on Monte Sacro, you never thought that today your arm would feel tired of all the things they hung on it to shield themselves in your name?”
Bolívar: “What you say is true. I, before Simón Rodríguez, swore to liberate my country and, perhaps in innocence, I never dreamed it would be governed by those unworthy of my inheritance.”
Boy: “They try to take away the people’s memory. For that reason, the gringo, Henry Clay, who insulted you in your life and death, is getting a statue in our country, and the Latin American doctrine, which you refined in Jamaica, they’ve reduced its patriotic and liberating essence. Ah! if you only saw the destiny of the people whom your sword liberated. Their greatest freedom is to die of hunger, trampled by the northern boot you warned us of.”
Bolívar: “The United States seem destined by Providence to plague America with miseries in the name of liberty.”
Boy: “Today we joined your visionary idea, your anti-imperialist thought. I am sorry that I call you ‘tú’*, but in order to be my Liberator you must first be my friend. Great captain sailing toward Angostura with your face wet from the Father River, never in the history of the land have there been so many blots on a written page and the love of the people brought to such heights…”
And Bolívar smiled, and full of understanding, his heart leapt at what he was hearing. And looking hard at the schoolboy without schooling, he said: Take my spurs, because you have to ride out again. You will see the people awakening in village after village, who will raise the front more and more to win the glory of making history again, liberating the oppressed. For if a people stay asleep, they will never gain glory.
Boy: “Bolívar, in Birongo, there by Barlovento, there is a little place with your name and they won’t let us visit it without a shirt, so you can see how our laws are dictated by those in frockcoats and tails against the shirtless.”
Bolívar: “And they forget that I wore a borrowed shirt when I was in Santa Marta?”
Boy: “And the worst is that my people are being left without a Bolívar.”**
Bolívar: “They are being left without money, lad?”
Boy: “Without awareness, Liberator, without awareness. The people, in their deception, believe that the haute bourgeoisie goes to bring you flowers in the National Pantheon on the anniversary of your death.”
Bolívar: “So why do they go, little compatriot?”
Boy: “To assure themselves that you are well and truly dead, Liberator. Well and truly dead.”
And Bolívar smiled, and full of understanding, his heart leapt at what he was hearing…
Bolívar: “The result is clear. The bourgeoisie is the child of the colony and likewise, oppression is met in the mace under a single flag. If the fight for freedom is dispersed, there will be no victory in the battle.”
Together: “If the fight for freedom is dispersed, there will be no victory in the battle.”
Bolivarian Bolívar is not a dead idea,
Much less a saint for lighting candles to.
A boy from Venezuela met with him,
You can hear his spurs as he rides again,
You can hear his spurs as he rides again.
Translation mine. Linkage added.
* Tú is the familiar form of you in Spanish, and used among intimates and with younger people; the formal version is usted, used generally for elders and those whom one does not know very well. The boy is making clear that he cannot view Bolívar from a distance, as the bourgeois do (with the real objective of putting him to death in their minds, as the rest of the dialogue makes clear).
** “Without a Bolívar” is a pun. The Venezuelan national currency is the bolivar. Bolívar initially misunderstands, asking the boy if the people are penniless. Which, in fact, they also are, but the mental poverty of not knowing what Bolívar stood for (and therefore, not continuing his fight) is even worse.
Look! Up in the sky! It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s…WTF???
False alarm, folks. That geezer in the blue shirt isn’t Superman. Obviously, Antonio Ledezma, the metropolitan mayor of the federal district of Caracas, is no Man of Steel. He is, at best, a man of rust. His nickname is “Grandpa Monster”, because of his loose resemblance to Grandpa Munster from the campy old TV show. But there the resemblance ends. While Al Lewis, who played Grandpa, was as nice and progressive as could be, Antonio Ledezma is a complete and utter tool. Alberto Nolia calls him “The Vampire”, which is putting it very kindly. Sucking blood is not Ledezma’s style; sucking ass is more like it. If the garbage ever gets picked up, or a sewer happens to get unblocked, or the potholes should chance to get fixed, it will be the doing of local Chavistas and their communal councils, not the Metropolitan Mayor’s office. All Grandpa Monster is good for is giving ludicrous press conferences, where he kvetches incessantly about the Chavista federales. And he’s not even very good at that. But hey, at least he didn’t put on tights to match the T-shirt…otherwise, we would all go blind.
PS: In case you’re wondering what that hashtag says, it’s #CaprilesMeetsWithOtherClowns. Yes, Ledezma is one of Majunche’s co-religionists. Which tells you all you need to know about both buffoons.

A. Because that’s where the CIA bagman was to meet him for the hand-over. Why else?
Journalist José Vicente Rangel informed of plans to assassinate the president of Venezuela, Nicolás Maduro, with the help of agents of the CIA in Chile.
“Agents and criminals on the payroll of the CIA in Chile, Washington Moreira (with credentials of the DEA) and Todd Porter (of the FBI), are those in charge of passing clandestine resources for bringing about the assassinations of Nicolás Maduro and Diosdado Cabello,” said Rangel, quoting from the blog of Dr. Pedro Grima Gallardo.
On his TV show “José Vicente Today”, the journalist stated that on the blog, two possible scenarios are laid out. “The first refers to the assassination of Maduro amid an atmosphere of social chaos and generalized disorder — artificially created,” Rangel said.
According to Gallardo’s blog, the event could result in a power vacuum to create pressure for a military intervention, supported by the opposition, for which the CIA has redoubled its contacts with military commanders to sound out possible reactions.
In the event that the assassination attempt fails, they will try to assassinate Diosdado Cabello, president of the National Assembly, to lay the blame on Maduro and the Iranian intelligence service.
“The financing for this operation comes via narcotrafficking,” according to the website La Colmena, which published the names of various businesses with offices in Chile, Bolivia, Peru and Colombia, as well as headquarters in Atlanta, Georgia.
Translation mine. Linkage added.
This is no doubt why there were huge demonstrations last week in Chile against the Majunche’s presence on their soil. They’re no strangers to CIA “interventions” in their democracy; the last time it happened, Salvador Allende was killed and Chilean democracy died with him. Of course they want nothing of the sort for their compañer@s in Venezuela! And of course they’re not going to give anything like a friendly reception to the CIA’s designated “democratic political candidate” (note the quotes, there for a reason) in Venezuela, either.
Meanwhile, in a hilarious bit of irony, guess what? Majunche doesn’t know what “fascism” really means:
The nominal governor of Miranda, Henrique Capriles Randonski, returned to Venezuela after what he called a “successful” tour of Chile and Peru.
On his Twitter account, he wrote: “Now in our beloved homeland Venezuela, a thousand thanks to all who supported us today in the airport in front of a fascist group.”
He denounced an aggression against the airline in which he flew, LAN (Chile).
“The fascist government is repressing the LAN airline bc we travelled on it to Chile and back, that’s how fascists behave!” Capriles tweeted.
He was even able to write “Extraordinary visit #Chile#Peru Hugs to our vzlan brothers who were there, the voice of Vzla’s majority was heard loud and clear.”
What does one call those who change the meanings of words?
Translation mine.
Irony-impaired, would be my humble guess.
It doesn’t matter what you wear, as long as you are there:
A little Motown for a summer’s day. Since Detroit is having some rough times, here’s hoping that a revival is on its way.

Crappy weekend, everyone! Since we got so many wankers of the sheet-wearing persuasion this week, in the wake of the Trayvon murder kangaroo court verdict, it’s gonna be an all-racist theme issue. And the stench of death is stupefying. So grab your nose plugs, because here they come, in no particular order:
1. Ann Fucking Coulter. First cracker out of the box, the Coultergeist, with her predictably vile one-word tweet celebrating the triumph (and banality) of evil. Cackle all you want, bitch, but you are still on the wrong side of history, always were, and always will be. And all your vicious racist gloating won’t change THAT. PS: And neither will your fucking bullshit.
2. Steve Fucking King. No, Barack Obama had NOTHING to do with George Zimmerman having to stand trial for the first-degree murder of Trayvon Martin. If a man shoots a kid, he’s gonna have to stand trial regardless…at least, under a state with a working justice system. The fact that it took massive public outcry and protest (NOT intervention from the president) to bring it to that, is proof that Florida does NOT have a working justice system.
3. Karl Fucking Rove. Hey Turdblossom, don’t you have a prison cell to get into, or something? Fucking hurry it up, because you’re wasting a lot of oxygen and causing a lot of air pollution out here in freedom, you vile, disgusting motherfucker.

4. Tucker Fucking Carlson. I have the strangest feeling that what Bowtie Boy is really trying to say, in his chickenshit way, is that ALL black men are “hustlers and pimps”, not just Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson. Well, y’know what? I’m just gonna go right ahead and say that all rich white conservative fratboys are assholes. Because I’ve met a great many black guys who were neither hustlers nor pimps — but so far, not a single right-wing white guy with money who wasn’t an asshole!
5. Newt Fucking Gingrich. You can always count on an old white right-winger from down south to project onto others what he himself would like to organize his own to do, and what he himself is too cowardly to do without a lot of dog-whistling. And lo and behold, there’s Newty, taking a break from the schtupping of his Stepford Wife to claim that peaceful anti-racist protesters are a “lynch mob”. How boringly predictable of him, and how disappointed he must be to see that nothing of the sort has happened anywhere!
6. D.L. Fucking Foster. Speaking of projection, get a load of this one. He thinks preachers who support gay rights and equal marriage are “Jim Crow racists” and “just like slave owners”. Um, HOW? How in the name of fucking HELL…aw, who cares. I’m just glad my head’s not full of this brand of fuck.
7. Angela Fucking Corey. You can wipe that creepy grin off your face, lady, we all know you lost on purpose. The only question is, how much ALEC money was in it for you?

8. Juror B-Fucking-37. Since we don’t know her real name yet, she’s being wanklisted under her pseudonym, which I assume will also apply to that book she’s planning to write about her icky infatuation with George Fucking Zimmerman. And about how racist she’s so not, because Those People Started It, and whatever other grossness and idiocy she plans on killing trees about. PS: Oops. Ha, ha. Guess now we’ll never read that magnum opus…what a shame. PPS: Seriously, shut the fuck up and go the hell away, lady. Your 15 minutes were up 20 minutes ago. We don’t care if you plan on praying for Trayvon’s parents or trashing them for raising a careless kid who got his ass killed — we just don’t want to hear any of it.
9. Mark Fucking O’Mara. Yeah, people wanting justice for a murdered teenager are just a “fringe element”. One very, very, LARGE “fringe element”. You lying fucking baggy-eyed bastard. I hope somebody stands their ground against YOU.
10. Jim Fucking Hoft. Hey Gateway Pissant, when are you going to remove that fake riot video from your silly blog? That’s not Miami, you know. There’s no Harper in charge there, no War Measures Act, and no mountains. That was Vancouver during the Stanley Cup riots, you dimwitted dipshit!
11. Robert Fucking Zimmerman, Jr. And speaking of pissants, get a load of the irony impairment on this one:

Yeah, just like Georgie-Porgie did with Trayvon. PS: Stop lying, pissant.
12. George Fucking Zimmerman. Yeah, let’s just throw him right in next to his pissant brother. He lost no time demanding that black people apologize to him. For what? Being “fucking coons” who “always get away with it”? Or for being able to accurately spot the creepy-ass cracker’s racism? PS: This alone makes that demand invalid. Ha, ha.
13. Ted Fucking Nugent. Still a drug-addled, pants-shitting, cowardly freak after all these years, I see. And all too happy to project his own racism onto others, including a kid who is too dead to defend himself against this barrage of bullshittery. Too bad I’ve already eaten Ted’s lunch as far as the “cut and dried self-defense” angle goes. (And the “Trayvon was the racist” one, too.) PS: Ted, you seem angry. Would you like some Skittles?
14. Dinalynn Fucking Andrews Potter. She assaulted Lester Chambers for dedicating the song “People Get Ready” to Trayvon Martin? And she blamed not only the victim of the murder, but the singer, too? What the fuck was this crazy racist bitch doing at a soul concert, anyway? Jayzus.

15. Rick Fucking Perry. Shut the fuck up, Crotch. And go home. You’re drunk!
16. Bill O’Fucking Reilly. Oh, for the fuck of shit, Billo. You’re drunk too! What’s to like about a country where everything is rigged in favor of the worst possible outcome? Or where assholes like you can make a career out of being assholes, who accuse others of hating their country when all that they want from it is justice?
17. Pat Fucking Robertson. Predictably, Patwa went there. “There” being the place where only hoodlums wear hoodies, and hoodlums are invariably black, and therefore, it was okay for you-know-who to shoot you-know-whom, because the young punk would never have amounted to shit anyway. Hey, old croaker — I’m white, I’m over 40, I wear a hoodie, and I’ve never had so much as a jaywalking ticket. Just fucking die already, wouldja?
18. Rush Fucking Limbaugh. Predictably, the Pigman went there. “There” being the place where it’s all right for white people to call black people niggers, because slavery and Jim Crow never happened. And because Rachel Jeantel said it with an -a on the end. And because Lord knows nothing else is running through Ol’ Rushbo’s head all day anyway. Hey, Pigman — sure it’s all right for you to use that word, with an -er OR an -a on the end. Just like it’s okay for you to call women sluts and end up with not even so much as a PSA running on your flyblown radio show anymore. Hey, you can afford to lose even more advertisers and stations — right? PS: Ha, ha.

19. Richard Fucking Cohen. Oh, so it’s “understandable” that Trayvon Martin was profiled and summarily executed for Walking While Black? Or was it Walking While Black and In Possession of Candy and Non-Alcoholic Beverage? Either way, only a racist fuckhead would think there was anything “understandable” about this. But then again, Richard Fucking Cohen is a fuckhead anyway…about so very many things, including sex and Chavecito. And race. Definitely race.
20. Thomas Fucking Sowell. As it would be awkward for a black man of the punditocracy to blame a black kid for his own murder, Uncle Thomas (yes, that’s right, he’s one of THOSE) reaches for the next most convenient target. Namely, the not-all-black-and-not-all-white president. Oh yeah, and all the smoking guns in the world aren’t enough evidence to convict George Fucking Zimmerman, in Uncle Thomas’s view. Well, thanks for that very coherent pro-racist viewpoint, Tits-on-a-Bull.
21. Alveda Fucking King. Another Uncle Tom? Sure sounds like it. I don’t know what else to call a person who thinks that allowing injustice to pass unprotested (and unredressed) is furthering racial harmony — after all, that’s what the character by that name did!
22. Suzanne Fucking Venker. And while we’re on the subject of Uncle Toms and other strange mutant creatures who bat for the wrong team and end up hitting themselves in the face, how about Little Suzie Wanker, the niece of that living fossil, Phyllis Fucking Schlafly? Yup, this week she decided to come right out and tell us that white men are the most oppressed creatures on Earth. Her rationale? Sitcoms in which white dads are made to look dumb. For not being able to distinguish between fiction and reality, she wins the coved Dan Quayle Dim Bulb Award.

23. Kathleen Fucking Parker. Clown Hall wouldn’t be complete without a bevy of buffoons, all full of air like hot balloons. And in her case, the hot air is all about how “common sense” it is to racially profile people. Careful, blondie, you wouldn’t want anyone thinking you were DUMB, would you?
24. Larry Fucking Elder. And back again from Clown Hall to Uncle Tom’s cabin. What the fuck is up with these black conservahacks? Are they really THAT willing to bend over backwards to “prove” how totally-not-racist their white counterparts are, by throwing a black girl under the proverbial bus and shaming her for a speech impediment? Sure looks that way. And it sure makes them look like shits.
25. Mike Fucking Barnicle. He thinks black kids have no ambition beyond next Friday night? Shockingly, they do, and it goes pretty damn high. Trayvon wanted to be an aeronautical engineer. And there are lots of other ambitious kids just like him out there. Mike, ol’ son, you got SERVED.
26 and 27. These two smirky fucking pieces of white trash right here. They’re too chickenshit to come out and say “nigger” themselves, so they let their black shirts do it for them. Ha, ha, how clever…they ain’t. Guess they were also disappointed that they didn’t get their riot. Don’t be too upset, guys, at least you didn’t get your sorry asses kicked. Even though you thoroughly deserved it.

PS: The Fucking Wichita Police are hereby also duly noted as racist colluders. Also, assholes.
28. Rick Fucking Scott. What, not a word to say about “Shoot First and Shoot to Kill” — oh sorry, “Stand Your Ground”? What kind of “standing your ground” is that when the state governor can’t (or WON’T) even stand up to answer questions and defend his shitty state’s shitty laws? Maybe we should rename that law the Chickenshit Racist White Dude law.
29. Sean Fucking Hannity. And it wouldn’t be a Kluker rally without your regularly scheduled dose of fauxtrage from the Baby Jesus, who thinks pot is some kind of hard drug. Meanwhile, his cracker audience remains strung out on crystal meth, shouting racist cheers from between ever fewer and fewer teeth.
30 and 31. Steve Fucking Malzberg and Erik Fucking Rush. See above, and add paranoia and bug-outs. Also common meth-head symptoms, BTW.

32. Jamie Fucking Colby. Figures that a FUX Snoozer would try to fish for some kind of suitably racist justifications from #11 in the wake of the president’s speech on the shitfuckery that is Florida law. Astonishingly, he didn’t take the bait…THIS time.
33. Ted Fucking Cruz. Meanwhile, a predictable wingnut predictably doesn’t disappoint. Guns! God! Gargle! It’s all there, folks. And he produced all that without even having heard a word of the speech in question. Give that man a booby prize, because he sure as hell is a boob.
34. Jesse Lee Fucking Peterson. And again with the Uncle Tom-ism. Srsly, how scary IS it to admit that Jim Crow never fucking died, and that those who have the guts to say so are right? This dude sounds just like his white wingnut counterparts. Right down to the epithets he calls them. Shame!
35. Larry Fucking Pratt. Oh noes, the president spoke out against gun violence. Attention, all gun nuts — on the defensive! Benghazi! Benghazi!! Benghazi!!!

And finally, to all the racists on Twitter (representative examples here and here) who took to the Internets to trumpet their racism loud and proud, to make absurdly false claims of how no one would say boo if it were a black man shooting a white, and to express their satisfaction with a blatant miscarriage of justice. You can delete your accounts and your postings, but your shame will live on.
Good night, and get fucked!

It’s been a while since we heard from this guy. But it’s nice to see that Lula is still active and involved, despite his recent brush with cancer. And get a load of what he has to say:
Former president of Brazil, Luiz Inacio Lula da Silva, expressed his support for the protests of the social movements in his country, and emphasized that these demonstrations are the expressions of a people demanding more in that South American country.
“Long live the protests, that’s how things get done; it is important to improve healthcare, and many other things,” said the former head of state.
Lula said that, unlike in Europe, where citizens are mobilizing so as not to lose basic services, in Brazil the demonstrations are taking place in order to demand more healthcare, education, and investment in social services.
During his speech, Lula opposed only the position of the youth who reject politics and parties.
“The worst thing that can happen in the world is that the people reject politics; there is nothing in the world’s experience in which the negation of politics led to a better result,” Lula pointed out.
He also stated that the movements are reflections of social successes, both economic and political.
“It’s completely natural that the young, especially those who have obtained things that their parents never had, want more — above all, cleaner and more transparent public institutions,” Lula said.
The former president, who governed from 2003 to 2010, joins the current president, Dilma Rousseff, who has also expressed support for the demonstrations, and who has committed to deepening the social changes the population demand. Lula also supported Rousseff’s proposal of a plebiscite, so that the people can express opinions on the most important topics of political reform. The plebiscite is to be held in 2014.
Translation mine.
So while the media moan gloom and doom about “riots” in Brazil (and remember, a riot is just a protest that the cops showed up to break heads in), Lula is looking forward. And he’s urging others to do the same, and work in that direction. Considering the strides Brazil made under him (and Dilma, too), the prognosis is good. Remember that the next time you hear yet another horror story out of the largest country in South America, folks.