It’s an utter mystery why.
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Tags: Bush, Dita, Edumakashun, Frankie Says Relax, fucking awesome, ham wallets, hotassery, meat and meat by-products, oh my!, Trouser-based Anomalies
….Er, no no, this isn’t what it looks like! I was, I was, uh…making insulin! Yeah, that’s the ticket!
Actually, it’s a pretty impressive advancement, looks like it might have lots of potential.
Someone calls me out for not posting the original video in 5…4…3…2…
Tags: fuck the hippies, fuck you!, fucking awesome, fuckstorm, guns!, hippie kicking, hotassery, mcrib, zen
Tags: Awesome, Drunken Chariot Races, fucking awesome, ham wallets, hotassery, mcrib, meat and meat by-products, Nostalgia, silly shit
I saw a passing reference to Sonic the Hedgehog’s archnemesis Dr. Robotnik as I was wandering aimlessly through the intarwebs today, which made me start thinking of the old Sonic games I played as a kid, and how much they kicked ass. I also thought of the level music too, so ended up listening to some of those on youtube. Noticed a comment on one of the later levels of Sonic 3, along the lines of, X number of people are still stuck on those damn barrels in Carnival Night Zone Act 2. And I immediately said, AAAARGH!!!!! Those fucking barrels! Damn glad to see I wasn’t the only one, I must say. Shit took me like a week of trial, error, and blinding rage to figure out. Any of you gamer nerds get stuck on the Carnival Night Zone barrels? A Genesis controller might have been spiked across the living room floor in my grade school days. Might.
These fucking things…
And of course, the level music,
Kinda reminds you of…clowns, doesn’t it? Hope the San Francisco supervisors know what they’ve gotten into…
Sorry, that was mean, here, have a tattooed girl wearing an R2-D2 swimsuit,
Hattip to UnrepentantGeek
Tags: Awesome, fuck you!, fucking awesome, hotassery, mcrib, Musicals!
Who said musicals couldn’t be awesome?
Tags: bacon, Dita, fuck the left, fuckstorm, hotassery, mcrib, Vote!
If given a rare and precious gift, more valuable than life itself, how would you react? Would you brag about it? Hide it? Flaunt it? Sell it? Or, would you protect it with everything you had or could ever have? Would you walk through hell with a gas can (as a now Congressman-elect famously said) to protect it and keep it safe and viable for the future? And how far would you go to make sure that your gift is never lost, knowng how difficult it would be to ever regain it or return it to its original luster?
Well, I have been fortunate to have been given such a gift in my life. This gift is my freedom as an American, as defined and protected by the Constitution I have sworn multiple times in my life to defend. This is the freedom to know that the tyranny, oppression, interference, and despair that has gripped far too many people throughout human history will never make it to my homeland. This is the freedom sanctified as the birthright of all Americans, born, naturalized, or yet to come, from the sacrifices of those before us, those in our midst, and those yet to come. And this is the one gift that we all can pass down to those who are mere sparkles in the universe, waiting to come alive. This is the freedom that, while I never took for granted, has been under assault the last two years and threatened. And this is the one gift that I can pass on to my daughter, knowing that if she is free, she can never be tarnished or completely damaged, and that she will always be able to control her own fate.
Well, freedom was under assault. That was, until yesterday. I went out and did what I could to protect it. I voted. I voted to make my voice heard. I voted to let those who wished to imprison my future and myself that they are sorely mistaken. I let the political class know that I will do everyhing legally available to me to make sure they never take that gift from me. And I told those who wish to take my rights and freedoms away that I too would walk through whatever they threw at me to pass that threatened gift down to my daughter, the same daughter to whom I swore the first time I held her that I would never let her down, so that she would be able to live as free as I could. That is what I did yesterday. I finished the race. I fought the good fight, knowing that a new fight, one that could potentially throw statism into the sea, will be coming in a few months.
Tags: hotassery, Vote!
Somehow, this song seems appropriate (and shut up if you don’t like this version):
I have been waiting for this moment for damn near two years. And I will not be disappointed.
I have more to add, but it shall come in the next day or so. But vote. Tell the left to get fisteryfucked so hard and wide, a goatse could come along and not scrape the sides of their collective anuses for what they have done and want to do. Then celebrate tonight, knowing that the battle renews tomorrow.