Merrick: “I AM NOT AN ANIMAL!” Me:  “I am.  I am the walrus, bro.” Merrick:  “– I AM A HUMAN BEING!” Me:  “Fine, have it your way.  But just so’s you know, you’re missing out on some totally bitchin’ tusks.”

From Bryan Preston: This is where we are in the defense of civilization right now–fighting off actual terrorists slaughtering innocents for Islam and Western intellectual terrorists who just can’t stand the thought of a Republican is president. So they wish him dead. Writes Allah: […] the real “tell” in this movie is […] not the assassination itself, which doubtless is standard nutroots fantasy fare, but the fact that a Syrian

…that, in addition to a bronzed turd, he owns at least 3 life-sized cutouts of L. Ron Hubbard—and refers to Katie Holmes’ breasts unironically as “the majestic mothership.” Takers? (h/t Dan Riehl)

Imagine how you’d feel if you woke up to find Helen Thomas lying in bed beside you, wearing a black rubber bra and garters and smoking a cigarette.  Then throw in some mucus and a burning in the chest that feels like your lungs have been off hitting the crack whores without a jimmy, and you’ll have a pretty good idea how I feel. And there ain’t a chicken soup