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  whoa if true

Wingnuts Find Hillary Clinton’s Love Letters To Saul Alinsky, Lenin, David Cassidy

It's a great day for commies and mommies!
While you were all enjoying your Sabbath day of rest, the Washington Free Beacon — the digital equivalent of Sunday paper circular ads you toss in the trash without looking at them — was breaking a HUGE SCOOP!!!!! Are you guys ready for this? The Beacon has found Hillary Clinton’s letters to noted Communist mole Saul Alinsky! Read more on Wingnuts Find Hillary Clinton’s Love Letters To Saul Alinsky, Lenin, David Cassidy…
  cannons are the new black

Today In Impeachment Fantasies, Steve Stockman Edition

One of the things that makes blogging much easier for yr Wonkette is the near-continuous supply of absurd overreactions from Republicans about, well, anything. (Also reliable topics for us: the Catholic Church’s terror of modernity and our bread and butter, politician sexytime.) Why, hardly a day goes by here in Wonkland or our poor sister Wonkville where we don’t get some GOPer hyperventilating about how using CFL lightbulbs will end the world as we know it or how we vulgar-tongued types are wrecking discourse by saying “fuck” all the time. However, what has really given wingnuts the chance to step up their ooga-booga game is the merest mention that it would be nice if we didn’t have weapons that killed everyone all the time. What say you, Congresscritter Steve Stockman of Texas? Read more on Today In Impeachment Fantasies, Steve Stockman Edition…
  eternal vigilance is the price of stupidity

Victoria Jackson: Biking Is The Gateway Drug To Socialism, Hell

Yr Wonkette has a terrible racist uncle who is vaguely like Victoria Jackson. (Yes, the royal “we” is not grammatically nonsensical there. We ALL have that terrible racist uncle. You do too.) A lot racist and a bit paranoid, prone to odd conspiracy theories about the government that were somehow never quite so ascendant until BLACKITY BLACK BLACK BLACK PRESIDENT. However, no terrible racist paranoid uncle can really scale the heights of crazy like Victoria Jackson. What’s up today, VicJack? I had dinner with Beverly the Alderman (old-fashioned word meaning head of city council) of Franklin, TN. Read more on Victoria Jackson: Biking Is The Gateway Drug To Socialism, Hell…