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The Vulcans had proverbs about Nixon?

I always suspected as much.

Weird how having a Permanent Majority involves having fewer elected officials than the other side sometimes. All part of the master - or mastur - plan, I guess.

He's right, you know. Beating these people at an election means nothing. The only way to keep them down is to drive a stake through their hearts and bury them at the crossroads at midnight.

Was this incredibly piss-poor excuse for a writer even a zygote when Reagan was shambling around the halls in the White House?

Seriously, who ARE these people?

The Reagan coalition survived Read my lips. It survived Bob Dole's peanut butter. It survived compassionate conservatism and its kid stepbrother national greatness. And it will survive John McCain and everything he will do as our nominee and as president.

Errrrrrrr, weren't most of these guys THE coalition?

And when we hear it, we will rise from out of our stupor, dust cobwebs from our arms, stumble to the door, our eyes blinking in the sunlight … and we will know our day has come.

And we will shout "BRAIIIIIIIIIIIINS!!!!"

The tomb is freshly dug and also four years old?

I'm sure he meant dug up, but still...

I just know I am going to have a nightmare tonight about Reagan rising from his grave.

All this glorification of Reagan makes me nauseous. One of the high points of my young life was turning 18 in time to vote against the miserable bastard. If there is a god a special place will be reserved in hell for Reagan and the misery he wrought upon his fellow human beings.

Jake,

Not for nothing, but I suspect God thought he was so evil, he made him start eternity in a shell of a body controlled by a walnut of a brain.

The Vulcans had proverbs about Nixon?

I always suspected as much.

That's a Spock quote from TOS /geek

I'm not worried about the conservatives as much as I am about the idiot independents who apparently think all that twinkly mavericity mean that McCain is the kinda guy they want with his hand on the helm. I have a few at work.

I'm sure he meant dug up, but still...

I thought of that, but then in the Bible, Lazarus's grave is not dug up, the stone is rolled away.

Suffice it to say, our friend the plagiarist is somehow confused.

Why is the coalition sleeping? I mean, it's so great and all, shouldn't it be, I don't know... doing something? We are engaged in the greatest struggle civilization has ever known, right? Bunch o' fat, lazy bastards...

And when we hear it, we will rise from out of our stupor, dust cobwebs from our arms, stumble to the door, our eyes blinking in the sunlight

Yes, these are the people who are going to protect all of Western Civilization. I feel safer just thinking about them slumbering away, the Cobwebs of Patriotism slowly, so slowly, spreading across their mighty biceps.

The stupor part explains a few things, though, don't it?

Dear Ben,
The instructions that come with the blotter acid are very important.

calls into the blackness, as if to Lazarus—"Come out!"

And Lazarus will be like, Bitch, when I come out, you think it's gonna be to choirs of angels and radiant sunlight? Please. I'll come out in darkness and shame when I'm arrested for soliciting in a men's room. But thanks for the offer.

i had a ferret once. his name was lazarus (it's a long story), he died.

it wasn't pretty.

he deserved better, box turtle boy, not so much.


And Lazarus will be like, Bitch, when I come out, you think it's gonna be to choirs of angels and radiant sunlight? Please. I'll come out in darkness and shame when I'm arrested for soliciting in a men's room. But thanks for the offer.

Right. I mean, we know there were at least three other dudes in the tomb with him.

After all, he came fourth.

The stupor part explains a few things, though, don't it?

Indeed it does...

I should also note that Ben forgot to mention anything about "... pin tiny flags to our lapels..."

Oversight? Or treason?

I don't think the 'coalition is dead'. I think it's brain dead.

Dawn of the Dorks

Nearly spewed mah Irish. And it's the good stuff.

We will cast our votes knowing that the day will come, four years from now, when a new leader

The Plagiarist doesn't seem to have any confidence that St John of Arizona will be occupying the White House four years hence. Or is he proposing a primary challenge to a sitting preznit?

Either way -- such heresy from a good wingnut....

The bastards won't know what hit 'em.

So fine. The bastards won't dig your pasty ass out.....

God, that boy writes for shit. And he just won't shut his fucking mouth, either.... On and on and on and on....

Right. I mean, we know there were at least three other dudes in the tomb with him.

After all, he came fourth.

Glad I didn't have a mouthful of coffee when I read that.

Also... I was about to apologize on behalf of all Trekkies everywhere because of Ben's appropriation of a Spock quote, but I decided that he's really a changeling from the Dominion in the Gamma Quadrant. After all, they're great at copying from others without proper attribution...

Bob Dole's peanut butter...

Does anyone have any idea what he's taking about here? The pictures that come to mind aren't pretty.

Errrrrrrr, weren't most of these guys THE coalition?

Only in your fact-based world, actor212.

In wingnut world nothing as lofty as the "Reagan Coalition" could have been composed of such base things as "humans". The Reagan Coalition was a grouping of gods, saints and super-heroes, banded together to save us from Satan, Taxes, Liberals, and Dirty Hippies. They were gods among men, and how dare John McCain claim to have been part of that sacred band of superhumans.

I guess it kind of works at that. St Lazarus is the patron saint of lepers.

Tune in again next week for another edition of

When Trekkies Get Wingnut Welfare!

Same Bat(shit) Time! Same Bat(shit) Channel!

Where have I heard this sort of stuff before? Oh yeah:

In bloody struggles and religious dissensions, and as a result of internal political disintegration, this empire declined in power and greatness, and finally fell into a deep sleep. But as this old empire appeared to have reached its end, the seeds of its rebirth were springing up...And I hope that all lefties understand that we do not possess the slightest feeling of inferiority to liberals. Our historical past is far too tremendous for that!

calls into the blackness, as if to Lazarus—"Come out!"

"Lord, by this time he stinketh: for he hath been dead four days."--John 11:39

Look at the way the Presidency has aged The Shrub, a physically fit young man in his fifties. I just do not believe that McCain has the energy at his advanced age to be President, and do not see him surviving the strain.

Lets have some Straight Talk from McCain's doctors about just what the deal is here.

Here's your unwavering, bedrock, true-blue, all American movement conservative principles at work:

We are left with two realistically possible nominees, with hopes for a brokered convention dashed. In 2008, the question has become: do you support the calculating unprincipled friend, or the passionate principled foe?

Yearning for your buddy the crook but willing to settle for the honest principled guy as a last & worst resort.

Sweet.

You know, when I wrote this way back in June, 2004 I didn't think even those idiots would go that route. I feel kind of prescient.
http://banana-slug.blogspot.com/2004/06/reagan-tomb-empty.html

And I apologize for the shameless blog whoring.

banana s, hee hee, no need to apologize for blogwhoring. We at WF encourage it, within reason. WF would be nowhere if I hadn't done the same. (Not that where anywhere particular now, but you get the point...)

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