And here is the formal handover of the articles of impeachment (only two, alas, out of so many more there could have been, but they’ll have to do):
The real action starts 18 minutes in, if you’re wondering (and don’t have much time to sit through the preamble).
More to come tomorrow. Stay tuned.
Yes, I know this is late. So listen to it before your morning commute, why don’t you?
I never knew there was a video for this great (and underrated) song. Much less one with so much glorious art-school weirdness about it. But here you go, and now you know.
No joke. Vaush has allllllll the receipts:
Yeah, that’s right: Nick Fucking Fuentes live-streamed at least 10 whole hours of himself on a gay date with a cat-eared rentboy. And that’s not all: He also has a shit-ton of catboy fetish porn on his own Discord server.
And all this while he’s busy yapping on about how anyone who’s not a “tradcon” with a “tradwife” and a “tradfam” is somehow a “degenerate”. Remember, too, how he recently crashed Diaper Don’s book-launching shindig, and tried to make it all about himself and his group, prompting Junior’s girlfriend to call him an incel? Oh, how funny all that seems in light of…THIS.
Vaush’s visible glee as he deadpan eyes the camera during Fuentes’ silly monologues is worth watching in and of itself. This self-pwn is right up there on a par with Larry Craig and his wide stance. But Vaush also makes some great points: How the hell is it possible to be a neo-Nazi while simultaneously being a closet “degenerate”, as Nick and his own ilk categorize LGBT+ folk? What kind of mental contortions are required to be a rentboy in a Sailor Moon costume and kitty ears while at the same time being fashy as fuck? And what’s going to happen to this very young (and quite vulnerable) guy when his fellow fascists turn on him, as they are bound to do when the santorum hits the fan? Who’s going to give this poor, dumb bastard a place to land when his Zeppelin inevitably goes up in smoke?
Vaush closes by offering to debate him. Which is something you really shouldn’t do, at least with convinced Nazis; like wrestling with a pig in mud, you’d only get dirty and the pig would be wayyyy too into it. But on the other hand, it doesn’t seem that Nick Fuentes is really all that convinced a Nazi. And maybe a good mud-wrestling session with a confirmed leftist will end up doing for his soul what a good mudpack does for an acne-ridden face. One really never knows.
And if it turns out that he was just doing it for the lulz, which is what they all say, I hope Vaush rubs his nose in it and points out that even if you fuck a goat as a joke, you are still, no joke, a goat-fucker. That’s not hipster “irony”, that’s real O. Henry-grade irony.
Whatever the outcome of this might be, I’ll just be over here with my beer and popcorn, if anybody needs me. Or wants to organize a watch party, which I’m totally down for.
Sorry I’ve been incommunicada again, I just didn’t feel like talking much. Got snowed in, metaphorically (not literally, since there’s been hardly any of the white stuff out my way). So many events and so little to say on any of them that hasn’t been said more and better elsewhere, I decided to clam up awhile.
Anyway…Happy New Year! Please enjoy this cute kitty from Russia, getting fed by Robin the cat man.
And I’ll try to get back to regular blogging again, soon.
One for the Brexiteers. A forgotten cautionary tale from the British industrial decline of the ’80s that could have been filmed yesterday:
Don’t tell me if I’m right.
This is what you get for running your mouth, fucko:
OOF. Big OOF. But even funnier, he ran out himself after the fact:
It’s a thing of beauty, considering what a jabroni move this was:
Colby Covington has chosen to brand himself as a Donald Trump fanatic, much to the delight of the easily flattered, gossamer-skinned POTUS. He wears MAGA gear to the octagon, and that’s just for starters. He is also known for what the MMA media has cautiously called his “culturally insensitive” comments, like when he said of Usman before the fight, “What has [Usman’s] family ever done for America beside serve in the federal penitentiary?”
Before the fight, Covington posted a message of support from Trump’s two potato-headed billionaire sons, and wrote, “Thank you for all the support @donaldjtrumpjr & @erictrump!!! Tonight we make fighting great again!!! This one is for The Troops and The Trumps!!!” He also pledged to bring the title to the White House after his victory.
Colby’s opponent, Kamaru Usman aka the Nigerian Nightmare, was not feeling any of this. Usman is a citizen of the United States, having emigrated to this country when he was 8 years old. By the time the fight was ready to get underway, Usman had grown enraged with this circus that put his citizenship and humanity up for debate. Before the opening round, Usman threatened to “put the wrath of every immigrant in this country” on Covington. He also said the following on Joe Rogan’s MMA podcast: “Part of what this next fight symbolizes to me is the attitude that a lot of people have towards immigrants. A lot of people forget that Americans are immigrants. People are forgetting that, to where people have this attitude, ‘We’re Americans, go back to your country. Go back.’… I always heard that growing up. I always heard that. The more I research, it’s like, ‘What? What are you talking about’?”
Then came the fight itself. Sections of the crowd played their role, chanting “USA!” between rounds. Then just as Trump cheats at golf, Covington went for low blows, eye gouges, and then whining to the refs all in order to secure victory. He fought without honor. But his biggest problem was that Usman did not get the RNC script that he was supposed to lose and bow towards Covington’s white, nativist manhood. Instead, Usman shattered Covington’s jaw. This is not an exaggeration. He reduced Covington’s jawbone to the equivalent of crushed corn chips in a bag.
Covington then, shamelessly but true to his political masters, ducked out rather than face the press. Even with a mulched jaw, this is a major breach of UFC protocol and earned the derision of other fighters.
LOLwhoops.
On the plus side, however, the USA is looking greater already, no thanks to Donnie and his failsons (and their mouth-running Great White Nope). And not least of all because Usman made the following terrific point:
As for Usman, he spoke to the press following this controlled demolition of Colby Covington’s face. He was asked how it felt to have fans chanting “USA” at him, and Usman handled the query as easily as he handled his opponent.
“What you talking about?” said Usman. “They were chanting USA for me.” He then went on to say the following:
“Let’s be honest. I’ve said it time and time again: I’m more American than him. I am what it means to be an American. I’m an immigrant that came here and worked my ass off tirelessly to get to the top, and I’m still prevailing. So that’s what it means to be an American. It’s not necessarily just because you’re born here, you feel privileged is what it means to be an American. No. I told you none of these guys work harder than me. That’s what it means to be an American. I work my ass off, and I’m going to continue to work my ass off and obviously with good integrity. I don’t have to walk around like a punk and say these certain things that are going to abuse the whole country or abuse the whole world and talk about people and religions—things like that. I don’t have to. I’m going to walk with integrity because at the end of the day, I want everyone that’s watching me, every eye that’s on me, to look at me and say, ‘You know what, that’s what we want to be, that’s the example that we like.’ And so, I’m more American than him. So, when they were chanting ‘USA,’ you damn sure better believe that was because of me.”
BOOM! Mike drop.
Or, in Cheeseboy’s case, jaw drop. Ha, ha.
For my dear British readers, my condolences on the results of your recent election. And a few words which may or may not comfort you, but which I’m sure you’ll find relatable, regardless:
It’s going to be a rough few years as the Leopards Eating People’s Faces Party does what they’ve always done (i.e., fuck everyone over), so just know that you’re not alone. Ontario and Alberta, on this side of the pond, are definitely feeling your pain.
