me: “Love your flag lapel pin. Tell me, does that come with a Toby Keith CD?”
my patriotism: “Dude.”
my patriotism: “You’re confusing me with Sean Hannity again.â€Â
my patriotism: “Which, common mistakeâ€â€but I’m the one without all the hairspray, remember?â€Â
OK, but where’s the country music?
tw: The Patriotic Kind!
Your patriotism has lapels?
me: Gee, that flag pin would look great on my Count Cockula cape, but without the pole, you know, since, uh, I’ve got a magnificent pole of my own.
my patriotism: That’s good, since the pole is needed for our Frisching trip.
me: I think we’ve hooked a big one.
Dude, you are so gonna get a boot in your ass.
SURF PATRIOTS MUST DIE.
My patriotism not only has lapels, it can bend rebar with it’s perfect white teeth!
Mine is Six foot twenty, fucking killing for fun.
Careful with that last link. It will kick you apart.
Unless you’re a bear.
Mmmmmm. Rebar.
I was just googling up actus+plame, in case he starts pissing me off.
TW: <b>expect</i> the best, be prepared for the worst
I hear Jeff’s patriotism actually eats the rebar and craps exquisitely-cast Alien vs Predator action figures.
But then, I haven’t had my hearing checked recently.
Good call Pablo. That line will never ever leave my head.
And remember, he saves the children, but not the British children. Like any good patriot.
While I like Toby Keith’s stuff, REAL patriotic music is Meatload, Aerosmith and AC/DC. You can really drive a track to that stuff…
Hows your kid dude? Did it get bonet’d? LAWL.
It’s a crime that this hasn’t been backtracked:
wuzzadem.typepad.com/wuz/2006/07/since_when_is_t.html
Don’t miss the Chianti one a couple posts up, in case you missed it. I do wish that he’d do a debate between, say, um, Cindy Sheehan and a jar of paste. And Sheehan would be all mad that it wasn’t human, and threaten it and stuff, and then she’d wish it would commit suicide, and it still wouldn’t respond. And then she’d light herself on fire to show him how, and then the jar of paste would say, “Heh.”
Hey, Clarkistan,
Go frisch yourself, dude. I’m going to cockslap you back under the rock you crawled under, bitch.
Jesus saves, Clarkistan.
someone forgot to take their thorazine and ditched the electroconvulsive shock therapy session ordered by the court. damn liberal judges. the jury said lethal injection OR electric chair. who’s that lawyer you used clarki?
Do you often have violent fantasies about children, Clarkistan? How about sexual ones? Should we alert child protective services?
Meatload?????
Please tell me it was a typo…
BigBird
Sorry. Call me intolerant, but I just can’t abide liberal pedophile infanticidal trolls.
Carkistan,
Admit it, you’re not in the Army at all. I think you’re this guy:
July 12 Stars and Stripes for those who care about dirtbag.
Actually wearing a “Don’t Tread On Me” naval ensign flag pin at this moment.
Clarkistan,
Not patriotic. Not funny.
Jeff,
I wish my patriotism had good hair without the spray, but the humidity keeps frizzing it. Maybe it would look better in Colorado.
HCT
I can forgive all the pills, you vile paste eater…
but for the sake of wy/man,
Hairspray?
Toby Keith? No, Dude, My Patriotism comes with “The Ramadi Rap”. Try this out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5k3L-_Snu7k
Hooah!
“I can forgive all the pills, you vile paste eater…”
Mmmmm…..paste.
TW: Take a hike, bozo.
Rancid… meat… must…
…finish.
our Good Lt.
recognizes not.
Clarkistan: it’s that dratted forty-seventh chromosome that’s causing you all the problems.
Helpful suggestion: hand it over to actus, whydon’cha. At least that way, he’d have an even forty-eight.
Sorry, Good Lt, that may have been just a bit too cryptic – even for me.
The first comment was in jest.
Jesus loves you.
…
Everybody else thinks you’re an asshole.
— Old Birthday Card
SB: getting
it
This just posted on Blackfive. Patriotic music for your American hearts.
http://jameshooker.typepad.com/jhpg/2006/07/the_boys_got_ne.html
ESAD clarki
I kind of liked this one.
video
TW: Can’t carry their water.
Big Bird  You really want to give the live show a pass…kinda like G.G. Allin and the Murder Junkies but not as tasteful…
I don’t know about the rest of you, but my patriotism dresses like Evel Knievel. Strangely, though, it doesn’t know how to ride a motorcycle.
I question your Partiotism’s Hannitization.
My patriotism has taken to sitting in the corner quietly and sipping George Dickel from a tupperware cup.
He still carries that Buford Pusser stick, though. So don’t make any sudden moves. Or even think of switching the channel to Bill O’Reilly.
My patriotism keeps buying stuff at Wal-Mart. This week, a DVD of Patton and a yellow shirt that says America, in pointy chrome letters, across the front.
My patriotism keeps wanting everyone to call it Jack Bauer.
I shouldn’t complain, though: it’s tons better than when it wanted to be called Michael Knight.
Michael Knight before Colt Seavers or the Bandit? I’m not sure your patriotism can be completely relied upon during pressure situations.
Johnny Catbird  And frankly, when it wanted to be called Modesty Blaise, we were getting a little concerned…
Can we please have at least one thread that does not degenerate into “Fall Guy” references?
Anti-patriot! What’s next no Walker: Texas Ranger? To shame.
Jeff’s lullaby to His Patriotism
Sung to Bob Dylan’s “All I Really Want To Do”
I ain’t lookin’ to Sanitize you,
Fantasize you, or Organize you
Supersize you, or Socialize you,
Liberalize you, or Hannitize you.
All I really want to do,
Is, baby, be friends with you.
My Patriotism makes me do kata and clean my rifles and pistols everyday. If I’m lucky, it lets me strop the knives as a treat. I never get a day off. What a slavedriver.
wishbone  Where the hayull you think you are, boy? Just One Minute?
– Ony 3 nice perty hunert dolluah bulls…. Wellsuh…. ‘Jes guess that’ll haftah do then… You’all be sure tah drahve careful now, Yah hahr…
(Tips State Tropper Hat and ambles off)
My patriotism splits atoms…..with its brain.
C’mon, wishbone, it’s a great show. Like the one where Brian reveals his big crush on Lois and –
wait, I think I’ve got the wrong Guy.
and then uses them for web comics….
I have been called one of Jeff’s “Cronies” after defending him at liberal sites.
My patriotism demands that I get promoted!
So what do I have to do, Jeff, to make it to “Minion”? Hell, I’ll even settle for “Henchman.”
But seriously, “Cronie” is so – I don’t know – Brad Dourif.
We can’t have that.
Oh, and I DEMAND PIE!!
well- keep a dry eye–just to let you know what we are talking about in dealing with the enemy-
I give our warriors my full support– and when they come back let us praise them not treat them like the left did in the last war– carry on after a momment of contemplation on what it is all about— then back to the game–
From “Nothing But Praise” by Lt. Henry G. Lee.
“Prayer Before Battle (To Mars)”
(December 8, 1941)
Before thine ancient altar, God of War,
Forlorn, afraid, alone, I kneel to pray.
The gentle shepherd whom I would adore,
Faced by thy blazing plaything, slips away.
And I am drained of faith—alone—alone.
Who now needs faith to face thy out thrust sword,
Bereft of hope, turned to pagan to the bone.
I kneel to thee and hail thee as my Lord.
From such a God as thee, I ask not life,
My life is forfeited, the hour is late.
Thou need not swerve the bullet, dull the knife.
I ask but strength to ride the wave of fate.
And one thing more—to validate this strife,
And my own sacrifice—teach me to hate.
“Three Years After”
(December 8, 1944)
“Teach me to hate,” I prayed—for I was young,
And fear was in my heart, and faith had fled.
“Teach me to hate! for hate is strength,” I said
“A staff to lean on.” Thus my challenge flung
Into the thunder of the clouds that hung
Cloaking with terror all the days ahead —
“Teach me to hate—the world I loved is dead;
Who would survive must learn a savage tongue.”
And I have learned—and paid in days that ran
To bitter schooling. Love was lost in pains,
Hunger replaced the beauty in life’s plan,
Honor and virtue vanished with the rains
And faith in God dissolved with faith in man.
I have my hate! But nothing else remains.
probably and ipporotiat OT place for this but, I noticed Professor F is now taking martyrdom to a new level and “closing her blog”…if it can be believed…she flipping pathological…
But since MS. Deb is probably reading this blog cuz it’s crack to her…
I’d like to saw as a W O M A N
what a firkin joke and fraud and well embarrassment to feminism you are.
Thanks Deb. Really,,,in you zeal to PROVE PW stifled you by way of you own UN FEMINISTIC WORDS and then your typical victim “I’ll give up because I am too much of a pussy” to TAKE it after I’ve given it…you’ve really accomplished something…
Yes, you’ve really shown that women are shit disturbing, argue bankrupt assholes who need SOME way out, even when they created the hostility…
Well Deb, YOU may not be comfortable in your own life and so you need to create places to escape to…Eugene, blogss to inflame…but um you really are just a sad statement—THAT effects others—
Can you believe this is what a so-called big, strong feminist liberal strives for? So much for the CAUSE or the sistahhood…fraud.
I’m not bankrupt. OK, maybe intellectually. I’ve got a degree, but it’s not framed and up on the wall.
I am, however, too far in debt to be allowed to die. I think five colleges have signed “resuscitate, electroshock, and send back to work with his lunch” orders.
Includes my patriotism, too.
Mike Smith on Academic Freedom
Jeff, you patriotism called and it wants the red white and blue speedo back……
For the children!
Scott: First you need to join the union – the International Order of Henchmen, Thugs and Minions (UFO/CIA)
You’ll never get prompted without a union card, dude.
I hope to be a henchman some day! Right now I’m stuck at “Lacky” becaue of all those damn random inspections by the armidillo.
He wants those jackboots so shiny that he can watch his own rythmic gyrations in them.
bains –
My bad. I was simultaneously mildy irritated and amused by a paste-eating poster named Clarkistan, and sensed a moonbat convergnece was nigh. I’ve since turned down the sensitivity dials on the snark machine and moonbat radar.
And you’re right – your responing comment was cryptic. I gleaned a mild rebuke from it, but cryptic nonetheless.
I suggest even more crypticocity in the future.
TW: Nothing personal.
A Battle Prayer…Texas Style
“O Lord, we are about to join battle with vastly superior numbers of enemy, and Heavenly Father, we would like You to be on our side and help us; but if You can’t do it, for Christ’s sake don’t go over to them; but lie low, and keep dark, and You’ll see the damnedest fight You ever saw in all Your born days. Amen.”
Col. Jack Hayes, Texas Rangers, Mexican War
Evil Henchmen’s Union ID and Work Agreement
A Kossite conversation with Patriotism:
Kos: Who the hell are you?
Patriotism: Don’t you dare question your
Patriotism!
My patriotism is an Exalted PW Mastermind.
I’m merely a probationary minion-recruit.
My patriotism is on the run from the law, smokes big ol’ stogies and administers knock drugs to Mr. T whenever the team needs to fly anywhere. And rolls its eyes at Dwight Schultz’s cuh-raaazy antics. But couldn’t care less if Dirk Benedict fell off a cliff.
Knock drugs? What the hades are Knock drugs?
My patriotism walks a straight line, smiles at danger, and mixes a mean Bombay Blue Sapphire martini…..
Patterico has a nice retaliation for Greenwald’s rather timely post-Deb attack.
She ain’t done yet. She deleted a couple of the posts that would cause her near future issues, but the call for holy warriors to gather and coordinate behind closed doors is still up on her blog. That’s her modified agenda, but you have to remember that she has traditionally alienated a lot of the top feeders in the jackassery-based community as well as normal folks. It’ll take a little time to gather the needed numbers of likeminded blogswarmer and DoSer bottom feeders. She thinks about a month.
The front door may be locked for a time and the blinds drawn, but there’s plenty going on in the back room.
Are you patriotic enough to wear your flag on your right lapel [The viewer’s left, the flag’s own right] or will you slavishly follow the error of the president and most of the rest of the flag pin wearers?
I always thought “Crony” was as high as you got. Pretty much in this order:
1. Crony – Peer or near
2. Henchman(person) – Enforcer for
3. Minion – Follower
4. Lackey – Near slave
RC, your list is accurate as far as it goes, but leaves off Flunky and Stooge.
Not to mention “Secret Master”… Ahem.
Flunky and Lackey are the same – originally body servants but not slaves.
A Stooge is a fall guy, in case of trouble.
SB: others