I was thinking about showing up at the theatre carrying a water gun and some toast.  If Riehl is there the raincoat will be a must wear.

The opening will likely leave many a viewer sitting alone in a darkened theater asking, … why?

As in, “Why didn’t I grab more napkins?” and “Why does the guy on my right have to be left-handed?”

It should not, it must not be lost on Conservatives that every insult, every slander and gross mischaracterization spat at Sarah Palin was not meant only for her, but for all conservatives and what they believe in, as well as the America they would envision for themselves and their grandchildren.

Envision it: an America where everybody has their own reality TV show.  An America where everyone has their name on the side of a bus.  An America where even if you lose an election, people make movies about you called “The Undefeated”.  That’s the America that Conservatives envision for themselves and their grandchildren, and if only those liberals would quit being so snarky, we could have it.  If it weren’t for you little sass-mouths, Hot Pockets would be falling like manna from the skies and all the water would taste like Xtreme Rush flavor Mountain Dew by now.

Go ahead and destroy America if that’s what it takes to get your sick little jollies, but just realize when you e.g. make fun of Sarah Palin for spending $10,000 on underwear in a day, you’re not just making fun of one particular person’s underpants-related excesses, you are shitting on every single conservative in history at the same time.  You’re basically grabbing the stovepipe hat right off of Abraham Lincoln’s head and dropping a Cleveland Steamer in it.  For shame!!!

What. A. Pussy.

Oh god, I really do not care that the Soulless Bastard found his new stroke film.

Grim as this may be, there’s at least one bright spot. Now we can find out which bloggers are literally wankers.

You’re basically grabbing the stovepipe hat right off of Abraham Lincoln’s head and dropping a Cleveland Steamer in it.  For shame!!!

Yep. It’s akin to pissing in the Gipper’s jellybean jar.

The opening will likely leave many a viewer sitting alone in a darkened theater asking, … why?

Because one ticket sale per screening would be hard for that turd to top.

Watch it, Dan—remember what happened to Pee-wee Herman.