Monthly Archives: September 2011
While I largely passed for the most part on the NFL’s opening week 9/11 nationally televised carnivals of perversion I have as a longtime Broncos fan been watching the Tebow sideshow closely. With little boy Jesus relegated to the third string due to his inferior professional football skills (hell, if you can’t beat out Brady Quinn you have problems) the fervor of the cult has raged unabated. During the season opener in the recently renamed Sports Authority Field in Denver the home team laid a whopper of an egg against the hated Oakland Raiders, this being at least the third straight home loss to Al Davis’ team. Incumbent starter Kyle Orton once again couldn’t make a play down the stretch or in the red zone to save his life and during one drive had one of the most idiotic fumbles that I have seen in 45 years of watching football – he just dropped the fucking ball! The final score was only 23-20 this time, a huge improvement on last year’s 59-14 battering or the prior years ultimate humiliation on having Jamarcus Russell lead a team from behind but it was still a winnable game. The Tebow contingent, and naturally the pocket media that promotes the imbecility that he is a quality starting QB in the NFL. By the fourth quarter, when a homefield advantage led by a 80,000 fans making noise was for the most part erased by Tebow fans braying for their boy and booing Orton’s every move the deal was done and the season started out with the loss. I remember when the old Mile High Stadium was one of the most hated and feared venues in the league to play in. Opponents were intimidated by the din of Broncos (not Tebow) fans all cheering their team, making noise to discombobulate the opposition and stomping their feet on the old steel stands to rock the place as if it were in an earthquake. Not so anymore, as long as the Christers show up to try to cram their religious avatar and their political agenda down everyone’s throats the home field edge for a Denver team desperately in need of any help that they can get while rebuilding will be negated.
Disney Corporation’s Sportscenter on ESPN led off their Tuesday NFL coverage with one of their standard dim-witted, big-titted pretty girls spinning the Broncos v. Raiders game into an epic illusion that completely ignored the game, focused entirely on Orton’s fumble and then cut to shots of Aryan youth looking Tebow fans decked out in their orange number 15 jerseys chanting TEEEEE-BOWW juxtaposed with shots of Orton’s deer in the headlights look. More dishonest and out of context reporting by a network that had long ago jumped the shark and exists solely off of it’s past before it was devoured by Disney. I will grant the Tebowistas one thing, Orton does suck and more often than not exhibits all of the grace of a stork that is high on quaaludes while in the pocket. He can’t run, has to deal with a porous offensive line, has no running game to support him and the next clutch play that he makes will be the first yet he must feel like the Christers of old when they were trotted out by the Romans to be eaten by lions. In my opinion while overly sadistic and very gory it is a practice that deserves another look given the increasing militancy of American Christendom today.
But on and on it goes, the next big thing is that an out of state group is going to be spending money to put up two pro-Tebow billboards in Denver, taking their experience from the ruinous and ongoing culture war into the sports arena. These swine are pros when it comes to distraction, deceit and divisiveness and I can guarantee you that it won’t stop with the billboards. I am sure that Jesus would cough up the 10 k, it’s not like there are poor and starving children in Denver who could be better helped where the money donated to an organization that ministers to their needs. In a way though the team has nobody to blame but themselves for the Tebow thing, after all, ousted coach Josh McDaniels was given free reign over personnel decisions and he was duped into trading up and down to get Timmy to begin with. They also were completely happy to feature those expensive number 15 jerseys that are made in other countries by sweatshop labor (really patriotic NFL merchandise) and promoted Tebow heavily in their marketing campaign for season ticket renewals despite the lockout. Pat Bowlen if nothing else is a shrewd businessman who understood that despite the season in limbo due to the lockout that the Jesus juicers being the suckers, rubes and schmucks that they are and always have been could be counted on to shell out their money for the second coming of Christ.
As it sits today, mid-week after Sunday’s latest game Tebow actually got onto the field against the Cincinnati Bengals on Sunday, which had thousands of his flock roaring their approval. But in a cruel crushing of their hopes and dreams numero 15 was only in the game as an emergency receiver, the Broncos had lost two more pass catchers to injury and needed a decoy. Tebow didn’t catch a pass nor was he targeted by the maligned Orton, I am sure that this week the Tebow cult will be crying that it was a devious trick by hated infidel coach John Fox who may soon find himself the target of one of those trademark right-wing whisper campaigns about his alleged fondness for Sharia law. The Broncos mercifully hit the road this week after eking out a 24-22 win, it will be a welcome departure from the ongoing distraction of the Tebow cancer.
Stay tuned for further developments in this ongoing saga.
When it comes to the Republican dogma of butt-fuck stupid there is no better face for the anti-intellectual movement that is America’s Khmer Rouge than Sarah Palin. The wild Alaskan moonbat is a modern day fable of white trash hitting it big in a way that the Clampett’s never could have imagined. Palin rocketed to national media stardom when she was selected in an amazing act of desperation by former presidential candidate and longtime blowhard John McCain as his vice presidential running mate during the 2008 campaign. Palin, a sly little Kewpie doll with Nixonian delusions of grandeur was a perfect head of the nascent know-nothing Tea Party Astroturf movement. She traveled the land saying the things that McCain just couldn’t or wouldn’t say about the BLACK man running on the Democratic party ticket. Palin’s rallies attracted the real dregs of society, the uber-bigoted religious rabble who sure as fuck weren’t about to tolerate a Negro in the WHITE House. Of course Palin began to get under the notoriously sensitive McCain’s skin and in an amazing act of raw hubris sought to give a concession speech/call to arms when Obama’s electoral landslide swept aside the “maverick” once and for all.
Palin had staying power though, the suckling corporate media, always looking for a cheap story that appealed to the morons and living off of the government dole shut ins and rarely a news cycle went by without some sort of Palin update. She parlayed her fame with the peckerwoods and knuckle-draggers into a reality show, book deals and speaking engagements, quitting her real gig as Alaska’s governor to chase the money. She even starred in a bizarre movie version of her kampf unbelievably called “The Undefeated” which was even less popular than the idiotic adaptation of Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged that was launched earlier this year. While suffering a huge ding in her image largely due to the sleazy insinuations of violence and killin’ that was a feature of her ongoing campaigns and accumulation of dough with the tragic attempted murder of Arizona congresswoman Gabby Giffords – the asshats in Palin’s org. had featured a nifty map with a gunsite on top of Giffords’ district she actually dropped off of the media screen – temporarily of course. She was soon back on a heavily hyped bus tour just in time for Memorial Day where in true Republican fashion she could hijack the day from the war dead for her own political agenda like the greedy, disrespectful narcissist that she is.
Palin being the divisive figure and insatiable media whore that she is would naturally compile a long list of enemies, a good many in the GOP establishment who likely resented having to kiss her ass for two plus years. Palin also has a past and the dirty little secrets are starting to seep out. This spring saw a book launched by a former ally named Frank Bailey entitled Blind Allegiance to Sarah Palin which portrayed Palin as vindictive, driven, immoral and unethical in her pursuit of power. The book unfortunately was lost in the cacophony of crap when the Palin bus tour was launched at a suspiciously coincidental time so as to swallow the revelations in Bailey’s book. Now there is a new book on flag-draped, dumb-ass America’s sweetheart that is far uglier than the first. Author Joe McGinniss trots out The Rogue which has assholes all along the teabagger right puckering for allegations of drug use and even better yet that Palin had a yearning for fucking black men back in her younger days. Notably an alleged fling with former NBA basketball player Glen Rice during his college career with Michigan when Palin was covering the team and that she had a “fetish’ for black men.
Then there is the thing with fucking a black basketball player, not that any sort of interracial sexual activity is any sort of an issue and I personally tend to believe what Senator Jay Bullington Bulworth proposed in that we should all just start fucking one another until everyone looks the same. But whenever one of these pigs from the GOP end up being caught fucking a black man or woman or are caught in an airport bathroom with a cock in their mouth they need to be appropriately vilified. After all, the Republican party is nothing but a neo-Confederate, racist to the bone, anti-gay pack of vicious haters and bullies who would be as in their element in a 1930 German beer hall as they are in their opulent megachurches or local teabagger bund meetings.
Perhaps There is something deeper with Palin’s Obama obsession…. if I cold locate Lenny Stokes, if he is still alive and didn’t get the Steve McNair treatment maybe I could ask him.
– Paul Craig Roberts
Ten years gone. The big lies of 9/11, that oh so glorious day in America when the reset button was flipped on over two hundred years and the country flipped full blown fascist were cemented into place forever over the weekend. One of the only institutions more respected by the star-spangled sheep than the blessed military, the National Football League played an enormous part in promulgating the new normal and glorifying the society changing event that has come to be justification for plunder, wars without end, a colossal police state and the undercurrent of anti-Muslim hatred that will soon lead to blood in the streets. It was a day when corporate advertising took full advantage of the exploitation of the 9/11 dead (no mention ever goes to the the tens to hundreds of thousands of foreign civilians murdered by the U.S. military and our allies in the endless and phony war on terror) and used the occasion to pimp their products. Not that this is entirely precedent setting, the Republican party was cashing in on the ‘terrorist’ attacks while the smell of rotting flesh still wafted in on the morning breezes in lower Manhattan. The appropriation of 9/11 by corporations is only the obvious evolution of the moral decay that has a once mighty nation up against the ropes, staggering like a punch drunk palooka and just struggling to avoid the knockout blow.
Being a football fan for years the NFL season opener had long been a festive event. There was beer, parties and barbecues followed by a day spent immersed in football. Not this year, the repulsive promotion of the new American religion of 9/11 was too much for me to take, I spent the majority of the afternoon monitoring the games on the internet. I skipped all of the pregame ceremonies, the usual pregame shows where buffoons like Terry Bradshaw (once accused of being so dumb that he couldn’t spell cat if he was spotted the first two letters) and grinning shit salesman Howie Long would ensure that sports and war metaphors would become interchangeable. FOX’s NFL for example had long been in the war propaganda business, Murdoch the old dog knew fully well that pushing right-wing political agendas would be his bread and butter as his cancerous media empire metastasized across the globe and he knew that faux patriotism and sports sold to the masses. It was on Veteran’s Day weekend back in 2009 that FOX set up it’s NFL show studios in Afghanistan, with all of the assclowns who never wore the uniform in actual service were dressed up in their cammies like fake soldiers. Bradshaw looked the most ridiculous of all, like a bizarre form of movie parody of an out of touch general. Not that FOX is unique, the porcine Peter King was traveling around to NFL camps this year in his militarized motorcoach to cover the warmups to the big 9/11 kickoff party. Peter King being the prolific and long-tenured football writer for Sports Illustrated not the porcine I.R.A. terrorist sponsoring neo-McCarthyist Republican congressman from Long Island. The big 9/11 whoop de doo was the one reason why I absolutely knew that the NFL’s labor strife would be over in time for the big games of Sunday past.
What little football I did watch (I popped in for about ten minutes of the Steelers vs. Ravens game) made me glad that I just skipped the rest. When fuckwad CBS announcer Jim Nance took a cheap shot at Pittsburgh running back Rashard ‘the Fumble Machine’ Mendenhall for his TWITter comments expressing distaste at the unseemly celebrations over bin Laden’s alleged assassination. Nance even seemed to invite violence and harassment to be heaped on Mendenhall throughout the year in making the inference that he could expect to receive hostile receptions on the road. This is what happens when the official state religion of 9/11 needs to deal with heresy, it’s just too primitive to go around and cut people’s tongues out anymore. The games were even more overly militarized than normal, take this account from Glenn Greenwald’s piece The Meaning of Political Rituals Like 9/11 Day:
Not just 9/11 Day but everything connected to it was constructed to deliver and implant a very politicized message, over and over. Consider this email I received from a friend in South Florida after he attended an NFL football game last night in Miami:Let me describe the patriotic display at last night’s NFL opener. Men with machine guns at all entrances, to scare off the terrorists. Pat down on the way in, to make sure [my wife] and I weren’t carrying plastic explosives. A moving national anthem with troops out on the field spelling out U.S.A. A moving tribute to the thousands who perished in 9/11 and to our nation’s brave response to that atrocity (which was, of course, the worst thing that ever happened in the history of the world). A U.S.A., U.S.A. chant. Then a Stealth B2 Bomber flew over the stadium, followed by fireworks. At half time, a US Army paratrooper squad jumped out of a plane and landed on the field. Maybe next week they’ll shoot some missiles from unmanned drones.
Does anyone want to claim with a straight face that these ceremonies are apolitical, devoid of political messaging? Everything about 9/11 — how it’s talked about, how it’s described, how it’s commemorated — is all designed to impart very specific political messages, and that’s been true since the day it happened.
The Fumble Machine wasn’t the only one getting publicly pilloried, New York Times columnist and noted economist Paul Krugman drew the wrath of the establishment for his dead on blog posting on that holiest of days that the post 9/11 era is one of shame not valor, glory and remembrance:
As of today Krugman is a dead man walking, he is so fat a high-value target to the filthy neo-Nazis in the Republican establishment (as well as the rats of the Democratic Obama led corporatists and Wall Street looters) that he will be the new Dan Rather. His bloody scalp will soon be brandished as a trophy, if I were Krugman I would put a lock on my hamper to prevent the underwear sniffing punk Andrew Breitbart or any of his latent pork sword swallowing acolytes from being the ones bearing the tomahawk.
The NFL while wallowing in nationalism and rolling out the military worship barely even paid homage to a true hero, formerly one of their own: Pat Tillman. Tillman left a promising career with the Arizona Cardinals to go and enlist in the Army Rangers after the American Reichstag Fire, it was the patriotic thing to do right? As so much of our current history is a perversely Bizarro reinvention of World War II strained through the electronic crackpipe that is the television Tillman was to place loyalty to country over personal fame and fortune. But 9/11 was not your grandfather’s Pearl Harbor but rather the “New Pearl Harbor” of the cunning, amoral pack of jackal neocons of the Project For The New American Century. Tillman quickly realized that it was all just bullshit and had turned against the wars, who knows what he thought about 9/11 but he was communicating with Noam Chomsky and had a story to tell when he would return home – except he didn’t.
From Dave Zirin on Tillman:
In 2004, President George W. Bush appeared on the Jumbotron at Arizona’s Sun Devil stadium to address the combat death of former NFL player turned Army Ranger, Pat Tillman. Bush said: “Pat Tillman loved the game of football. Yet, as much as Pat Tillman loved competing on the football field, he loved America even more… Courageous and humble, a loving husband and son, a devoted brother and a fierce defender of liberty. Pat Tillman will always be remembered.”But Sunday— while NFL teams around the country commemorated the 10th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks—Pat’s name was only mentioned before the game in Arizona. In stadium after stadium, in pregame show after pregame show, as the NFL’s 9/11 commemoration strategy was rolled out with lockstep discipline, Tillman’s name was conspicuously absent.
George W. Bush certainly got his moment in the spotlight, receiving a standing ovation by 70,000 fans at the Meadowlands. On other football fields, massive flags were unfurled, “official NFL/9/11 logos” were unveiled, soldiers were cheered, Reebok’s “We Will Never Forget” 9/11 gear was worn, and yet it was as if Pat Tillman had never existed.
Adolf Hitler was more interested in the children who would be the future of his thousand year Reich for all that they would know would be his worldview. It is very similar her in Der Heimat. Our youngest citizens have known nothing other than the fear, fascism, hatred and perpetual warfare that were set into motion ten years ago. They will grow to adulthood in a society where airport checkpoints manned by drooling government goons and the ever present all-seeing eyes of Big Brother are a part of daily life. On Sunday they even trotted out the war criminal George W. Bush as though he were some sort of fucking dignitary despite the truth that after spending the morning of 9/11 with his nose buried in My Pet Goat and then flying around the country on Air Force One like some sort of chickenshit while the treasonous Cheney and Rummy were running the show. And when it comes to chickenshits who has anything on that diseased little turd Eric Cantor, the bespectacled Virginia Republican Majority Leader whose face looks like the logo on the New England Patriots helmet. In an act as brazenly shameless as corporations using 9/11 tributes to sell hamburgers and other crap Cantor took a break from screening anti-Muslim propaganda films on behalf of his Israeli buddies to introduce HR 391 – the resolution to “Never Forget” 9/11, or rather the official big lie of 9/11. In true GOP fashion it was another ghoulish use of the dead to push their decidedly fascist, anti-American political agenda. Then again, pissing on the 9/11 dead is nothing new to the Republicans who had the most kick ass club in the bag once the war criminal Bush grabbed a megaphone and climbed atop that pile of debris at “Ground Zero” while the rubble was still smoldering. As H.L. Mencken once remarked, “imagine a gentleman and you will have imagined everything that he is not”.
I could go on and on about the dishonor of America’s behavior in the aftermath of 9/11 but what’s the point? It was a lamentable display of all that his country has come to stand for that was force fed to us all last weekend, the corporate NFL’s corpse humping being the cherry on top of the shit cake. Guys like Krugman and Chris Hedges had the best takes but there were many, many others who saw this travesty as the charade that it truly was. Hedges, always with a unique perspective flayed the myth by reintroducing the “jumpers” or those who perished in the World Trade Center towers but have been erased from collective memory by a treacherous media. Hedges’ 9/11 10th Anniversary piece is entitled A Decade After 9/11: We Are What We Loathe and I excerpt the following:
The south tower went down around 10 a.m. with a guttural roar. Huge rolling gray clouds of noxious smoke, dust, gas, pulverized concrete, gypsum and the grit of human remains enveloped lower Manhattan. The sun was obscured. The north tower collapsed about 30 minutes later. The dust hung like a shroud over Manhattan.
I headed toward the spot where the towers once stood, passing dazed, ashen and speechless groups of police officers and firefighters. I would pull out a notebook to ask questions and no sounds would come out of their mouths. They forlornly shook their heads and warded me away gently with their hands. By the time I arrived at Ground Zero it was a moonscape; whole floors of the towers had collapsed like an accordion. I pulled out pieces of paper from one floor, and a few feet below were papers from 30 floors away. Small bits of human bodies—a foot in a woman’s shoe, a bit of a leg, part of a torso—lay scattered amid the wreckage.
Scores of people, perhaps more than 200, pushed through the smoke and heat to jump to their deaths from windows that had broken or they had smashed. Sometimes they did this alone, sometimes in pairs. But it seems they took turns, one body cascading downward followed by another. The last acts of individuality. They fell for about 10 seconds, many flailing or replicating the motion of swimmers, reaching 150 miles an hour. Their clothes and, in a few cases, their improvised parachutes made from drapes or tablecloths shredded. They smashed into the pavement with unnerving, sickening thuds. Thump. Thump. Thump. Those who witnessed it were particularly shaken by the sounds the bodies made on impact.
The images of the “jumpers” proved too gruesome for the TV networks. Even before the towers collapsed, the falling men and women were censored from live broadcasts. Isolated pictures appeared the next day in papers, including The New York Times, and then were banished. The mass suicide, one of the most pivotal and important elements in the narrative of 9/11, was expunged. It remains expunged from public consciousness.
The “jumpers” did not fit into the myth the nation demanded. The fate of the “jumpers” said something so profound, so disturbing, about our own fate, smallness in the universe and fragility that it had to be banned. The “jumpers” illustrated that there are thresholds of suffering that elicit a willing embrace of death. The “jumpers” reminded us that there will come, to all of us, final moments when the only choice will be, at best, how we will choose to die, not how we are going to live. And we can die before we physically expire.
The shock of 9/11, however, demanded images and stories of resilience, redemption, heroism, courage, self-sacrifice and generosity, not collective suicide in the face of overwhelming hopelessness and despair.
Hedges’ piece evokes an account of the Triangle Shirt Factory Fire, another bit of history that has been revised to the benefit of the rapacious looter capitalist state. Even in their gruesome war justifying lies, lies responsible now for ten years of death and torture, human misery and looting the treasury Americans love their subterfuge sunny side up. People jumping out of a burning building and going SPLAT doesn’t fit that mindset, the mindset of a lemming, a lemming now in freefall down the rabbit hole, and it still doesn’t understand that the rabbit hole is a grave.
Once again exhibiting all of the classic traits of bullies who can always dish it out but can’t take it the fascist right-wing has their star-spangled, cum-stained undies in a wad over a new video game. The game, rapidly becoming an online sensation is called Tea Party Zombies Must Die and Republicans, especially the payroll demagogues over at Rupert Murdoch’s sewer of disinformation are just outraged that anyone would have the gall to do something like this. The game, a first person shooter along the lines of many of the ultra-violent video slaughterfests that have made millions of dollars has a nice twist in that players can actually go medieval on media figures the likes of Glenn Beck, Sean Hannity, Bill O’Reilly and Mike Huckabee. The game also features drop dead hysterical zombie versions of Sarah Palin, Michelle Bachmann (sans horsecock sized corndog embedded in mouth), Newt Gingrich and several variations of the Koch Brothers. Also included are zombie versions of figures typical of the miscreants of society that comprise the Tea Party such as a “pissed off stupid white trash redneck birther zombie” and “generic pissed off old white guy zombie”. Like any good shooter the game takes place in a sci fi style post-apocalyptic landscape where toxicants, likely high grade nuclear waste unleashed from an environmentally hazardous Koch Industries plant. The game has already tighter than a cat’s asshole right-wing sphincters puckering across the fruited plain, note the perpetually whiny Birchers raging against the demon liberal Commies in this cry me a river of crocodile tears post over at New American, the official house organ of the JBS.
Now I personally have the idea that video game violence, just like television and movie violence desensitizes humans to such behavior as well as to teach them that settling arguments with guns is acceptable. American society is saturated with violence and gruesome atrocities occur on a daily basis amongst the inhabitants of our armed to the teeth lemming farm, most recently at a Carson City, Nevada IHOP restaurant. Such acts of abominable violence are now commonplace within our rotting empire and the desensitization of citizens to murder certainly doesn’t hurt the permanent war industry as many shooter games have a military theme. The average American child has witnessed tens of thousands of simulated murders on television before they even hit puberty and the entertainment industry pumps out ever more gruesome and sadistic slasher flicks, upping the ante to the point where the once shocking original Texas Chainsaw Massacre from back in 1974 now seems like a Bugs Bunny cartoon.Violence is ingrained in the American character, hell we may be totally ignorant of history and the epic slaughter that was conducted in order to ‘civilize’ the west by eradicating the Indians as well as in conquering foreign countries to steal their natural resources but that is the way that it is. A recent ruling by the U.S. Supreme Court overturned a California law restricting the sale of violent video games to minors citing the long tradition of violence and that such graphic exhibitions of such are protected under the First Amendment. One of the most fervent defenders of the simulated slaughters was arch-conservative Antonin Scalia and the typical right-winger killer mentality makes the outcry over Tea Party Zombies Must Die just another example of neoconservative hypocrisy.
However, the social danger of desensitization to violence is a story for another time so I digress….
I must admit that I found Tea Party Zombies Must Die to be a hell of a lot of fun when I gave it a test drive yesterday. I was limited on time so I wasn’t able to get to the FOX News studio level where most of the action would be but was able to beat the living fuck out of numerous low level teabagger zombies in a couple of trailer park levels with a crowbar. I did have a pistol but found the crowbar much more satisfying, there are more weapons to be had as with any good shooter game but the sheer primeval instinct in me would really prefer working my way through the studios of the American Der Stürmer with as blunt a tool as possible. It would be nice to slowly peel back zombie Glenn Beck’s rancid and festering scalp with the business end of the crowbar, followed by a chainsaw disembowelment. Upon returning home from work today I decided to go a bit further into the game and was rewarded with a machete or some sort of hacking tool as well as a shotgun. I made it into the FOX studios early levels where I joyously chopped the fuck out of zombie Bill O’Reilly, zombie Sean Hannity, zombie Brit Hume and zombie Rick Santorum like a member of one of Ronald Reagan’s School of Americas trained Contra death squad assassins. I might add that my simulated butchery had the distinction being that I was hacking to bloody chunks video versions of some of the most vile and treasonous anti-American criminals rather than the helpless women and children who were tortured, raped and sliced and diced by the Gipper’s beloved “freedom fighters”.
Next I made my way to the breeding pit for the “Factory Made Blonde Fox News Barbie Who Has Never Had A Problem In Her Life Zombies” where I was overwhelmed by an onslaught of the big-titted bimbos with the thousand yard stare and found myself “teabagged” which is what it is called when one meets their demise in Tea Party Zombies Must Die. I nearly snorted a double Jack and Coke up my nose when the following comments appeared on the screen: “P.S. You didn’t have health insurance so you died” and “P.P.S. There’s no such thing as God so you died for eternity”. I do have one suggestion for the game developer, a firm called StarvingEyesAdvergaming – please release an updated version where the “breeding pit” features a full blown nude lesbian sex orgy with about a dozen “Factory Made Blonde Fox News Barbie Who Has Never Had A Problem In Her Life Zombies” and the zombie Sarah Palin and zombie Michele Bachmann, I would love to see zombie Bachmann in action on the end of a 18 inch vulcanized rubber double-dong dildo like it were an Iowa corndog. By the way, also give StarvingEyesAdvergaming some love, the same sort of prissy liberal idiots who are afraid to get their hair mussed by getting down into the gutters to fight the vermin on their own turf like the rich blowhard Keith Olbermann are aghast at the game. The sharp dressed man, his new gig over at Al Gore’s network likely not as well paying as his MSNBC job is calling for a boycott. It’s funny but I never saw that arrogant loud-mouthed shit come out with the same denunciations of the military industrial complex, the Federal Reserve or the fascists who have used 9/11 as a pretense to strip away ALL of our civil liberties over the past fucking decade. Just fuck Keith Olbermann, I couldn’t agree more with Chris Hedges who has loudly told the truth that Liberals Are Useless. Those gutless, worthless chickenshits would be on the cattle cars being trucked off to the death camps discouraging resistance because “we are better than that”. No we aren’t! It’s fuck or walk time and as history has repeatedly shown only the strong survive, guys like K.O. end up with their heads on pikes being displayed as trophies while those who follow him are rendered into bars of soap and have their skin used for lampshades.
The very idea that the right-wingers, especially the brownshirts of the Tea Party can weep and gnash their pointy teeth over Tea Party Zombies Must Die is as absurd as the idea that Barack Obama, savior of Wall Street is a socialist. These people live for thuggery, threats, violence and in a good many cases outright murder. There is a huge and well-funded network with the U.S. that does nothing but promote the most vile type of anti-Muslim hatred in the hope that it will encourage the stupid fucking white teabaggers to jump on board with the right-wing Israeli atrocity machine. This network was revealed in the fine investigative report by the Center For American Progress entitled Fear Inc. that should be far more bothersome than blowing electronic zombie demagogues into bloody chunks. This network has recently been dragged into the light to be exposed as the cockroaches that they are when Norwegian right-winger Anders Breivik went on a real live shooter style rampage and killed 69 people, mostly teenagers. Breivik was inspired greatly by the same putrid right-wing scum that are exposed so well in Fear Inc.
The hatemongering anti-Muslim network in America is deeply embedded in the Christian Right establishment and the desire to eradicate Muslims will eventually boil over into real violence here in Der Heimat. The coming 2012 election season, combined with the real life anger and frustration caused by a rapidly disintegrating economic and political system is a sweating ammo dump just waiting for a spark to ignite it. A desperate and increasingly controlled by fascist religious fanatics who gravitate to a potential Fuhrer like Rick Perry Republican base is having their buttons pushed on a daily basis by the real life versions of the zombies in the video game. Glenn Beck has already made his pilgrimage to Netanyahu’s Israel and is currently in the process of synching his demagogic lunacy with Pastor John Hagee’s Christians United For Israel. The amount of toxic incitement to violence vomited up by FOX and the anti-American fascist fifth column has already led to isolated incidents as the bitches brew of raw racism and apocalyptic religion bubbles in the cauldron. Just last month a pack of Alabama teenagers determined to go and “fuck with some niggers” beat and murdered a random black man, James Craig Anderson. The progeny of the Pissed Off Stupid White Trash Birther Zombies are many and they are ready to rock and roll very very soon. They are also armed to the teeth and will be serenaded by the Republican fascist party, their false prophet preachers who spew blasphemous hate from their pulpits in order to incite and the FOX News multi-millionaires.
Why the fake outrage and pompous self-righteousness over Tea Party Zombies Must Die? People may start to get ideas and the right-wing swine fear nothing that doesn’t fight back.
Just My Two Cents