Honors I’ve Received From Nice People:
Thank You Cousin!
I felt I might owe him a small measure of gratitude in return but then I felt even more strongly that he’s a lying, seditious, double talking, insincere, muslim, leftist, reparationist, opportunist, Pakistani-supported, hack author, thief and weak-ass spy* and I hope he goes to prison. So, sorry but no gratitude from me, no sir. Not one smidgen.
(*Alert reader Rat Fink will most likely expand this incomplete list, in the comments. Others are always welcome to do the same, if they want. It don’t cost nothin’.)
Go laugh your ass off at the all new Democrisis Outrage of the Month
Anyway, the “children” haven’t been lost. They’ve all hooked up with family and friends. They are however, struggling a bit to assimilate.
In case you forgot
The rumor is, one of the two images below is supposed to be John Brennan, the former head of the CIA. I can’t tell one from the other. Can anyone say which is which?
Or is it a trick question? Does he have a twin?
They did it for PDJT’s own good, get it? As protection against the Russians who meant to do him harm, see? They didn’t bother informing the Campaign of the imminent threat, or advising them on preventive practices against coming attempts to infiltrate and destroy our democracy. Curious that.
I keep up with all the new revelations over at The Conservative Treehouse -with the keen insight and analysis from the Kung Fu master known as Sundance. Daily visit for me.
Only inches away from an aged USDA certified California style air-dried extra fatty Rump Roast. And they never budged.
The Hidden Asshole has been exposed. Scroll down for to look and see it.
To recap, here are the original 12 Clinch-locked Sphincters we featured:
And now we reveal El Primero Culito. Who was behind the scenes all along.
And please note, this is not a complete set of the entire Demogressive Asshole network. Hillary has her own thing coming, also the State Department. The IRS, Homeland Security, the VA, Interior Dept, etc. It could be a long list. But we’re not Lumberjacks, here.