Thirty years in jail ought to straighten his ass out.


One problem Putin and Trump face is the inability to use anything other than concrete language to try and elide their mutual policy positions. There’s a comic lack of subtlety in the anti-Semitic, anti-feminist cant bleeding through their pose as populists. Leftists. Campaign reform douchebros.
The champions of the wikileaks crap sound like shitfaced Cossacks looking to stir up a pogrom.

I always wondered which pores the Orthodox seminary training of Stalin would choose to seep through the placid murderous cool of Putin. How the death of the Soviet Union would warp its true believers- its bloody handed evangelicals. It’s in the insistence; the barely concealed hysterics of Putinians, and the miserable flailing of the Trump campaign.

My question is, how long did the Republican Party feed at that Russian tit? How far back?

Was Reagan trying to marginalize Gorbachev to destabilize the Soviet regime, or was he just looking for a more effective partner in a fresh Molotov–Ribbentropp pact?

The only thing I know is both Soviet anti-Semitism and Russian Federation anti-Semitism are currently the guiding doctrine of the Eurotrash and American Right. Judging from the pervasiveness and the uniformity of the message, the people who’ve crafted this approach to the dismantling of the postwar western consensus have been at this game since the ascendancy of the Romanovs.

When you see your good buddy with a Trump sticker on his pickemup, be sure and let that white trash motherfucker know he’s sucking KGB crank like a common 1950’s Albanian shitwhistle.

Republicans have always been sweet on dictators of every stripe. It’s all about the misperception of power common to people frozen in adolescence. They’re the hair bands and their fanboys taken to a bloody extreme.

Gunhumping murder trash misogyny.

Suspect in Baton Rouge cop killings: “Don’t get a woman if you cant keep her in check”

H.A. Goodman and Cliven Bundy have met.


During our last meeting of the Democratic Women of Person County, one duespaying white male adjunct member suggested that things had gotten worse for him, that the country had gone downhill, and he blamed it on the Democrats.


This is the kind of shit you come to expect in an anoxic cracklicker burg where Golden Corral is regarded as food, and “Person County Smart” means you just ain’t accidentally blowed an appendage off with a gun. Yet.


But it was enough to piss me off, especially since we had an equally offensive Berniebro shartdrawers  tendentiously explain why he will not vote for the Democratic candidate for President.  Hence, at the earliest possible opportunity, I will suggest that the Person County Democratic Women restrict its membership to women, and rid itself of the unnecessary baggage of a bunch of lumpy shorted misogynist solipsistic cock-wipes.


As my wife pointed out to the old semen-sack, conditions have improved for women and people of color; so much so, that white men feel compelled to enact fresh laws to reverse or restrict the progress of everyone but straight white males. This has recently become a rallying point for white males of “the progressive left” as well. They resemble  Ron Paul racists more than anyone else, and they’re utterly unconscious of that fact.


So I’m bowing out of The Democratic Women, hoping it will set an example for people who don’t  seem to comprehend the aims of the organization. I doubt it will even register will the preternaturally deaf fucks who wash up in this benighted shitsyrup fuckistan because it’s one of the last refuges of white educationally challenged dick-swingers who like fondling guns nearly as much as they hate cracking a goddamn book once every three lunar cycles.


But at least I won’t have to listen to some otiose caucasoid prick whine about his motherfucking butthurt that his cohort can’t lynch blacks or smack women around without the vaguest specter of  legal retribution anymore.


Your goddamn time has come and gone, whiteboy, and you’re about to reap the harvest of your deep, persistent ugliness.

You let these clowns get a whiff of a dollar and their uvula transforms into a clit.

They’ll never tire of sucking Republicans off, because the whole damn field has daddy issues.

I grew up in the sixties and seventies, and I’ve had ample occasion to witness candidates vie for the title of “dumbest living motherfucker”. There was the guy at an LSD drenched party who took off his shirt and climbed through a raging twenty foot bonfire and only suffered damage to his mullet. I think someone said his name was “Pig”. There was a guy who stiffed the Hell’s Angels on a drug deal and boasted to his “friend” about it, whereupon his friend shot him in the head, collected a whopping EIGHT HUNDRED DOLLARS for the hit, and was caught by the police after having left an EIGHT HUNDRED DOLLAR trail from the site of the slaying to just over the border with the next state. It took him that much money to get to Wise, VA.

I knew a guy who spent months preparing to interview with the CIA. He hailed a cab after the interview, and lucked into a miracle cab right away. The driver asked him what he’d been doing. “I’ve been interviewing for a job with the CIA.”*

I’ve seen motherfuckers so stoned they tried to inhale from the Teflon bowl end of a bong and cauterized their face to it for what must have been for them a seemingly eternal shimmering white hell of excruciating maxillofacial agony.

I spent six? seven? years getting an undergraduate degree in history because I knew I was going to make shit tons of money anyway as an avatar of the exciting new genre of Punk/Prog. I know from stupid. Or I thought I did, until tonight.

Tonight, I went to a meeting of our local DEMOCRATIC WOMEN and listened to a Berniebro douchebag candidate for state house explain why he will never support HILLARY CLINTON on the day that Senator Sanders announced he is endorsing HILLARY CLINTON.

I have a question for all you motherfuckers my age who begat a bunch of Harry Potter shit-eating Pokemon-chasing white nullities. Have you taken a light cord and used it as an impromptu tourniquet for your gummy pink choad yet?





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