Confessions of a Lib-Tard

The jig is up. The righteous foot soldiers finally tuned their tin foil rabbit ears to the right frequency. Their enviable argumentative prowess and tenacity have proved too much for us. Further resistance is, frankly, futile. The true extent of our lib-tard agenda, carefully executed through the slow, tedious “pussification” of the United States, has been, at…

A Day in my Head

Sometimes it’s like bumper cars in my head. Like a fart, those random thoughts are usually better out than in. People seem to be confusing the phrase ‘politically correct’ with the word ‘humanity’ and sometimes ‘intelligent’. Politically correct is using the phrase African-American or black instead of a racial epithet like coon. Or not saying retarded….