In the comment section of the page I took this from, there are some great lines. You may want to check them out. Either way, this is pure blasphemy.

This is major league hard viewing. Not from the sense that 4/5 panelists look like something my cat just coughed up, but because of the answer Sherri Sheppard gives to Whoopi Goldberg’s question of, “Is the world flat?”

The Phew is actually starting to diversify. Now they have three liberals, one Conservative and a retard.

This is major league hard viewing. Not from the sense that 4/5 panelists look like something my cat just coughed up, but because of the answer Sherri Sheppard gives to Whoopi Goldberg’s question of, “Is the world flat?”

The Phew is actually starting to diversify. Now they have three liberals, one Conservative and a retard.

My brutha from a different baby mutha, the Retired Geez, comments that something is wrong with this picture…for the answer, visit the Geez.

Hi, I’m Gemma Atkinson, on October 10, 2007, I want you to vote Mitch for Mayor of Mitchieville.

Aren’t you tired of seeing all that man-meat Lisa drubs up every Friday? Aren’t you sick of having berries and twigs dangled in front of your face all the time? Wouldn’t you rather be looking at stunningly beautiful and well-endowed women like myself every day? Ya, you want to return to the good old days, don’t you? Then you need to vote Mitch for Mayor on October 10.

I’ll make you a deal: If you vote Mitch for Mayor, I promise to release the sex tape he and I made last year. I’m not joking when I say that it is the hottest tape ever made. The Mayor is just so manly and handsome and just the thought of how he ripped off my clothes, threw me on the bed and made savage love to me for three minutes several hours, makes me sweat directly from my goodie package.

Yes, I’m certainly voting Mitch for Mayor. He has always been so good to me, so giving, he ALWAYS satisfies me. You’d really have to be a total tool not to vote for him. He’s everything in a Mayor, and more.

Brought to you by Concerned Ladies In Town (CLIT)

I received this email from a Mitchieville resident. I was going to keep silent on this whole matter. Then it occurred to me that I have not yet savoured the taste of borshch-as-imagined-by-Lisa, despite my repeated expressions of salivation and ravenousness. So, here it is.

“Mike,

I’ve tried to ignore the election campaign, since the whole thing has become so partisan that it just turns me off. But I can’t keep silent any more. We need to have the courage to start asking the hard questions.

“Some background. I send my child to a private academy in Mitchieville, the Steve Ignorant Conservatory of Music. I was really impressed by Lisa’s maneuvering over the past few years in luring several high-quality specialty private schools to Mitchieville, and securing funding for them with public money. I believe Fenris is making an honest mistake in his implementation of the curriculum, in his typically overgenerous and overenergetic way. Fenris Badwulf is an innovator who has served his community tirelessly, but I just don’t want my child learning about Set until graduate school, like I did, and as has been the unspoken convention for generations. So as a member of the privileged elite, I welcomed Lisa’s privatisation initiative.

“I was paying for and expecting to get a proper education for my child, but last week I was helping him with his composition homework and was shocked to see the blatantly partisan requirements of the assignment. ‘Musically illustrate the difference between a wonderful candidate in an election and her corrupt opponents. You may use any examples discussed in class, such as Lisa, the Mayor, and Fenris Badwulf.‘

“Before I stopped him, here is what he was working on:

PLAY QUIETLY

“I should have been more suspicious when I found out that the school’s so-called ‘Cafeteria Anemia’ only caters to vegetarians. What is going on? Grade 4 is a time to learn basics like arithmetic, tolerance, grammar, peace studies, and the circle of fifths. — not about how Lisa is so great, the Mayor is a communist, and Fenris is “too evil”. The principal does not or pretends not to speak English and ignores my complaints. I’m really questioning how this could happen and whether Lisa is exerting some kind of influence over these new schools. I thought Fenris’ values-neutral approach had its problems, but this is even worse! Once again privatization shows itself to be a right wing trick.

“I don’t know who I will be voting for, but I do know my child will be returning to Fenris’ schools as of next week.”

I received this email from a Mitchieville resident. I was going to keep silent on this whole matter. Then it occurred to me that I have not yet savoured the taste of borshch-as-imagined-by-Lisa, despite my repeated expressions of salivation and ravenousness. So, here it is.

“Mike,

I’ve tried to ignore the election campaign, since the whole thing has become so partisan that it just turns me off. But I can’t keep silent any more. We need to have the courage to start asking the hard questions.

“Some background. I send my child to a private academy in Mitchieville, the Steve Ignorant Conservatory of Music. I was really impressed by Lisa’s maneuvering over the past few years in luring several high-quality specialty private schools to Mitchieville, and securing funding for them with public money. I believe Fenris is making an honest mistake in his implementation of the curriculum, in his typically overgenerous and overenergetic way. Fenris Badwulf is an innovator who has served his community tirelessly, but I just don’t want my child learning about Set until graduate school, like I did, and as has been the unspoken convention for generations. So as a member of the privileged elite, I welcomed Lisa’s privatisation initiative.

“I was paying for and expecting to get a proper education for my child, but last week I was helping him with his composition homework and was shocked to see the blatantly partisan requirements of the assignment. ‘Musically illustrate the difference between a wonderful candidate in an election and her corrupt opponents. You may use any examples discussed in class, such as Lisa, the Mayor, and Fenris Badwulf.‘

“Before I stopped him, here is what he was working on:

PLAY QUIETLY

“I should have been more suspicious when I found out that the school’s so-called ‘Cafeteria Anemia’ only caters to vegetarians. What is going on? Grade 4 is a time to learn basics like arithmetic, tolerance, grammar, peace studies, and the circle of fifths. — not about how Lisa is so great, the Mayor is a communist, and Fenris is “too evil”. The principal does not or pretends not to speak English and ignores my complaints. I’m really questioning how this could happen and whether Lisa is exerting some kind of influence over these new schools. I thought Fenris’ values-neutral approach had its problems, but this is even worse! Once again privatization shows itself to be a right wing trick.

“I don’t know who I will be voting for, but I do know my child will be returning to Fenris’ schools as of next week.”

Only a few days ago the issue of motives and beliefs was thrown out into the election arena at Mitchieville. Who cares?

Few voters are actually care about motives and beliefs. There is a small group that do, but the rest are truly motivated by their base animal urges: greed, lust, guilt, envy, or whatever the local pusher is selling that night in the bar. The animals outnumber the humans, and, really, the only difference between the other candidates and myself is that I recognize this fact. The animals have what I call the invisible diaper of political correctness. These animals, they look like adults, something that Patrick Henry could be proud of. They were raised with access to education and learning, surrounded with wealth and plenty, and instead of becoming adults, filled with a fire for liberty, wisdom, and truth, have instead choosen the easy path of remaining children, selling out and accepting the squooshy diaper lifestyle of intellectual immaturity. So be it.

These voters I appeal to using their baser motives. So what? If the electorate was motivated by reason and logic, then most (all) of the problems we face today would not exist. Political correctness is vast featherbedding trades union of pygmies, runts, and dullards, devoted to timeserving until their pension kicks in. The foundations of their beliefs have long been disproven, which proves they are not creatures of reason. They do not possess human souls, these creatures. So, feed them to Set, the Snake God. Those watching will vote, n’est-ce-pas?

Plato correctly identified the flaws in democracy over two thousand years ago. It appeals to a species of tyrant who prefers candy to cannon and cossacks to get what he wants. Stephen Harper faces an opposition composed of the judiciary, the bureaucracy, the main stream media, and academia. There is more than enough evidence to show that these factions use propaganda to support their agenda. They lie, they doctor photographs, to put money in their pocket, be it payroll, grants, or research dollars. And yet we have simpletons who are filled with outrage because Harper puts someone in the senate, or mentions the environment, or whatever. And yet the reality of what he faces seems a distant building in the fog for these peasants. The current battle is to win a majority government; all maneouvering is to that effect.

In war there are battles, campaigns, skirmishes, and ambushes, and in these there is victory, defeat, and stalemate, and in these there is nobility of spirit and horrible atrocities. To fight a war, you must fight a total war. This you should have learnt from your enemies. Captives are tortured for information. Populations that do not support the cause are used for forced labor or soap. The best time to attack your enemy is when he is asleep, or drunk, or having sex, or sitting on the toilet. This too is the daily lesson from the enemy. Those that have not learnt it are expendible; those that have have a place in the command bunker. Show me a better way that works, and I will follow. Until then, I place my trust in the bayonet.

I am an army of one; together, we can make a war economy. If that is questionable, that is your problem. You cannot stop me. And, even better, nobody knows how to stop me. Which is kind of funny.

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this.

You have probably seen this video of a college student getting tasered by police at a John Kerry speech Monday, it’s all over the internet, it’s even more popular right now than chocolate rain. The interesting thing to note in all of this, is the lefties are screaming that free speech is dead in America, that America only has a few minutes left before the goose-stepping starts and the internment camps spring up. The great part about this tasering is that it happened at a John Kerry speech. So, it’s liberals screaming at liberals while the protectors of liberals taser away under the auspices of liberals while fellow liberals in the crowd cheer as the fascist cops taser a liberal.

In an interview with Female First, Keira Knightly talks, again (for the zillionth time), about her weight related issues:

“Weight is a big issue in Hollywood because I’m twice the size - height and everything else - of most of the girls who are going in to see the director for a part. When you realise that I am, at my size, one of the largest actresses there, you start to think, ‘I don’t think it’d be healthy for me to stay here much longer.’ “

I think I can speak for 99.4% of heteronormative males and 92.5% of heteronormative females when I say that it matters not a whit whether Keira is regarded as too fat or too thin, that’s between Keira and her scale. What matters is that lack of nudity she has portrayed in movies. Enough of the weight talk, start showing some of those pointed bones you have protruding from your emaciated body. If I wanted to hear women yammering on about weight I’d throw a Jenny Craig party. Less talkie, more nudie.

Can I get a hell yes?!

Barry Manilow cancelled his appearance on The View today because he didn’t want to be on the same stage with Elisabeth Hasselbeck, the shows only Conservative:

“It’s really too bad, because I’ve always been a big supporter of the show, but I cannot compromise my beliefs.

“I strongly disagree with her views. I think she’s dangerous and offensive. I will not be on the same stage as her.”

Imagine how weak a person must be if they can’t defend themselves against a pylon like Elizabeth Hasselbeck.

If Barry Manilow was in any way important I would be offended right now. Fortunately, he was discarded into the dustbin reserved for freakish looking clowns and scary stuffed animals long ago. In fact, before I read this article I thought he was dead. In a way, he is.

It’s pretty hard to believe that in this day and age there are still people who think opposing and contrary views to their own are *dangerous* and *offensive*. That speaks volumes about what a little intolerant gnome Barry Manilow really is. In reality, the only offensive thing is Barry Manilow and that creepy fucking head he’s lugging around. He might want to get that thing lanced.

Barry Manilow, are you sure he isn’t dead?

Even though Detoilet is about as clean as crazy uncle Dougies drinking shirt, it’s good to see there are still a few people who care enough about their city to put up a sign with multiple gratuitous swear words in order to make a point.

Thanks Kwame!

Uganda has released a new campaign to promote awareness for the dangers associated with cross-generational sex. As the demand for luxury items increases, girls as young as 9 are finding sugar-daddies to help fund their material desires. The phenomenon has caused too many AIDS outbreaks and unwanted pregnancies, so African schools have decided to step in.

The radio campaign will target girls 9-18.

“Our adolescent girls are attracted to sugar daddies in their quest to get mobile phones, cars, luxurious commodities, putting their life at risk of getting unwanted pregnancies and HIV/Aids,” the radio hostess said. “Cross generation relationships must stop. Say No to sugar daddies’ demands.”

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A fireman was polishing his fire engine outside the fire station when he noticed a pretty little girl next door sitting in a little red cart with little ladders hung on the side and a garden hose tightly coiled in the bottom.

The little girl was wearing a fireman’s red, helmet and had tied the cart to a dog and a cat. The firefighter walked over to take a closer look.

“That’s a lovely fire engine,” he said admiringly.

“Thanks,” said the little girl.

The fireman looked closer and noticed that the little girl had tied one of the carts strings to the dog’s collar and the other to the cat’s testicles.

“Little colleague,” said the firefighter. “I don’t want to tell you how to run your fire engine, but if you were to tie that rope around the cat’s collar, I think you could probably go a lot faster.”

A puzzled frown creased the little girl’s pretty face for a moment. She looked at the wagon, at the dog and at the cat and then shyly looked into the fireman’s eyes and said: “You’re probably right, but then I wouldn’t have a fucking siren, would I?”

I’d like to call a truce with my fellow candidates, I think we have gotten off to a rather rocky start. We have all known each other for quite some time and I truly believe now is the time we should pull together for the common good for the citizens of Mitchieville. We need to lead by example.

I have had a few days to reflect on the goings-on of all three campaigns and it hurts me to see us tearing each other apart when we should be building each other up. We have all known each other for many years and the mud slinging and sniping has to stop. I am as guilty as anyone in this regard and I am willing to be the first one to put away my petty and trivial grievances.

I’m saying this because I know that Lisa, Fenris and myself are all good people at heart. I can also attest that we are all family-value-oriented. We all love our families deeply and that speaks volumes about our character.

For instance, I have two legitimate children that I deeply love and cherish. I would die for my legitimates, they are always in my thoughts and prayers and there is nothing that could keep me away from them. I would move mountains for them, I would gladly take their pain if they had any.

Lisa is the same. Although she doesn’t have any children yet, it’s only a matter of time for her. She loves the thought of having kids so much that she sleeps with upwards of 10 men a day. Sometimes it’s alot more…many, many, many, many more. If you want a first hand look at how many men, just go down to the Greyhound station any time after 5, Monday through Sunday, and you can see Lisa getting serviced by nearly anyone that walks through the washroom stall and has a toonie in their hand. And imagine, she’s letting any old man do anything they want to her, just so she can have a baby to love.

That’s beautiful, I wish Lisa nothing but happiness in her endeavor.

As for Fenris, he’s another family man. Although Fenris hasn’t been able to put one by the goalie yet, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t try. If the rumours are true, and I know they are because I have video evidence of it, Fenris is showing his love by trying to impregnate illegal Haitian immigrants. Sure, he has to pay for them, and often they have bloody, dripping sores on their mangled lips, but his love is greater than any STD. Even the many STD’s that are ravishing his body as I type this.

Fenris, with God’s love, you will impregnate a Haitian hooker. I did mention that the only women Fenris has sex with are illegal immigrants? Yes, he’s one hell of a great guy!

So let’s put aside our differences and concentrate on all our positives. With the love of our family and the love of almighty God, we can achieve anything we set our minds to. And maybe someone can go down to the Greyhound station and pull Lisa out of stall three, dust off her dirty knee’s, give her a Kleenex to wipe the goo off her chin and pass this message of love along to her.

Thanks.

One of the many splinters of the hated culture of the dead white males, Aesop’s fable, The Boy who cried Wolf, is still with us.

At one time, I was saddened that this aspect of the evil white heteronormative culture was being suppressed. And it is being suppressed in those institutions under the politically correct jackboot. However, western culture is alive and well in the place where culture lives best: in the homes of loving families. I was amazed over the weekend to meet a homeschooling circle where Aesop and his fables were well known, along with all the classics of the heteronormative culture that is hated in our public schools.

Unfortunately, those who do not have loving families, caring parents, or a spiritual life, are left to the predatory directives of the politically correct system of social engineering. For example, how many parents were informed this day, Monday, that a youth in grade ten was found to be carrying a knife? And were they informed as to what actually resulted from this incident in the Safe School that their children attend? I suspect not … that would generate support for the Conservatives in the provincial election. The public school system in Toronto is not safe; you are safer doing combat missions in Afghanistan.

The youth spent his morning sitting in a chair in the school office. During his hours, he was told not to play craps with his dice, not to use his cell phone, and not to use his cd player. He was interviewed by the police in the room that the police have in the school for interviewing youth with knives. He was interviewed by the principal, a vice-principal, and a guidance counsellor. This took all morning, and into the early afternoon.

Now, the mouthpieces of the politically correct movement yowls and groans over various emotionally wrenching issues relevant here: education funding, poverty funding, homeless housing funding, and free legal clinic funding, and so on funding. But an objective observer would count the content, well fed, well paid, and heavily pensioned satraps that circle like wolves around a flock of sheep. The cop has a pleasant nine to five job, driving around sunny Scarborough and giving a canned lecture on the evils of gangs. The principal could go into his caring male member of the matriarchy act, while glancing at the pictures on his desk from his semi-annual cruise which he takes with his family. The vice-principal lectures the youngster about how his career as a neurosurgeon is threatened unless he can learn to read at a grade seven level before he reaches university. The guidance counsellor can effect a pious co-conspirator position … blame the white man, the white man says.

All in all, there are legions of white folks whose jobs depend on black youth crime. They may cry wolf, but, well, they seem to be the ones eating the sheep. Certainly, the black youth with the paring knife does not have a bright future. His chances of getting shot, stabbed, or dying of drug overdose are mounting exponentially as he climbs the ladder in the youth gang culture. And with each fresh steaming pile of guts, there is more calling for more jobs for cops, principals, vice-principals, and guidance counsellors.

While our entry level gangbanger sat in the office, filled with boredom and not fear, he was visited by his homies. Other chicken walking, bandana flagging youth, with baggy pants and baseball caps askew, came by (in violation of dress code and movement in the hallways during class). Such is the effectiveness of political correctness in suppressing youth crime. And, for the astute observer one can only conclude that political correctness encourages youth crime. And I could figure this out even before the two girls came by, homegirls, to flirt with the gangbanger and admire his newly won masculinity. Positive reinforcement, indeed. His Baby Momma’s paring knife had turned, Freudian style, into a penis.

The Plantation of Scarborough. Indeed, for all the wealth that flows into the troubled communities of immigrants in Scarborough, most of it drives out every payday in the fine automobiles driven by the white planters that run this New Age Plantation. All of the slave races have been settled here, and the white race of slave owners runs it. While Abe Lincoln has replaced John C. Calhoun * , this is still a place that Jefferson Davis * could call a fine plantation. But instead of mint juleps, we sip beer. Of course, there is still the Damn Yankees to complain about. Damn Yankees. At least John Brown * and his pushy Christians have been shut up.

So, white folks in the know preserve their culture through homeschooling, or just ignore the ebonic busy work that flows from the politically correct Plantation of Scarborough. A new crop of fine field gangbangers and a few house gangbangers are growing nicely, soon to be harvested and incinerated in the gold smelter of public spending. Aesop, Aristotle, Aquinas, and even Jesus Christ are all living on happily in places beyond the greedy reach of the temple moneychangers who have now turned to time serving pensionistas. And this leads to the question that all those uncontaminated by the spirit of western civilization should have: How do I get me some? How do I get me some of that golden blood money? If you, like me, want to get rich and fat from the suffering of others, I suggest you attend a seminar on Getting Rich in the Racism Industry, this Saturday (three sessions for your convenience) at the Fenris Badwulf School of Telemarketing Excellence.

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this at both Mitchieville and DustMyBroom.

Not existing one’s, they want to stop new one’s from sprouting up:

“Fast food is primarily the only option for those who live and work here,” says City Councilwoman Jan Perry. “It’s become a public-health issue that residents be given healthier choices.”

She has introduced a two-year moratorium on new fast-food outlets in this part of the city, where small, single-family homes dominate and gangs thrive in a rough urban landscape.

“Limiting fast food could be a practical solution if it starts to address the imbalance of too many outlets with food that is not nutritious,” says Mark Vallianatos, director of the Center for Food and Justice at Occidental College in Los Angeles.

Center for food and Justice? Those are two strange things to tie together, it’s like having the Center for Automobile Safety and Skin-Care.

Regardless, the council members that support this measure are against restaurants that they think sells unhealthy foods and they want to stop the injustice, I suppose. In child-speak, the council people think that the citizens of Los Angeles are too stupid to make their own decisions and must rely on governmental officials to make their minds up for them. I’ve been to LA quite a few times, they may be on to something.

Choice is over-rated. We have too much choice, it’s beyond time that someone steps in and limits our choices. I know that you can get a salad from any fast food restaurant, I know that you can buy orange juice and wraps. However, where is McTofu on a menu, or grass clippings with a side of mud puddle drippings?

Since the residents of Los Angeles are too stupid to order anything healthy from a menu and refuse to cook anything nutritious at home, I find that limiting their choices is a very good idea. I, for one, am tired at looking at overweight gang-bangers. I heard that drive-by shootings are down by 23% because the Crips and Bloods are too damn lazy and unmotivated to even kill anyone nowadays.

Liberals are all for choice, as long as it is their own. And that’s a really good thing.