REJOICE THAT NO CONSERVATIVES ARE NAMED SANCHEZ! Or clown Maddow would call them “dirty”!
This is a guest post from Bob Somerby of the Daily Howler. Enjoy.
REJOICE! REJOICE!: We have been relentlessly reporting (click here and then here for starters) about how circus clown Rachel Maddow, Rhodes Scholar, has been feeding us rubes comfort food with her mugging and preening and pirouetting and juggling and tittering and guffawing and smirking and winking and face-squinching and life-enjoying. What a perfect pile of crap! We had a modicum of faith that she would put down the spoon and stop feeding us rubes comfort food by immediately stopping her mugging and preening and pirouetting and juggling and tittering and guffawing and smirking and winking and face-squinching, but the circus clown is getting more piss-pitiful with each passing day. As we noted previously, Friday night Rhodes Scholar and clown car occupant Maddow shoveled more comfort food, smothered in mugging and preening and pirouetting and juggling and tittering and guffawing and smirking and winking and face-squinching and life-enjoying gravy, our way and when the analysts in our head asked us what we thought, all we could blurt out was what a piss-pitiful, perfect pile of crap:
MADDOW (4/10/09): And later: The future of the Republican Party and teabagging. I‘m sorry we have to go there again. Sorry.
The analysts in our head asked us if Maddow was sorry and, even though we have no idea, we are certain that she was not sorry. The analysts also asked us what the clown car occupant could be thinking and we answered that we didn’t know and then the analysts asked us something that made us uncomfortable and we shouted and shouted for them to get out of our heads but they wouldn’t!! And then we realized we only had one head and the shouting got LOUDER and LOUDER!!! We yelled, “Be gone! Be gone!!! We are but rubes!!! Be gon—Serenity now. Serenity now. Serenity now. Serenity now. And continue…
Returning to the teabagging, the Rhodes Scholar clown car occupant wanted to say the term, comfort food’s main ingredient, a million times more. We have no idea but we’re sure she wasn’t sorry. While the world continues to believe what the Washington Post’s dimwit twit Al Kamen wrote about Al Gore’s Christmas card in 1999, Maddow applies her face paint, clown nose and big floppy shoes and restarts the mugging and preening and pirouetting and juggling and tittering and guffawing and smirking and winking and face-squinching and life-enjoying. Let’s indulge again:
MADDOW (4/10/09): And later: The future of the Republican Party and teabagging. I‘m sorry we have to go there again. Sorry.
Honk honk! The clown car occupant is signaling the rubes that a perfect pile of crap, disguised as comfort food, is ready to be served, hot and steaming and full of tea-sperm. We can imagine that she thinks, as she mugs and preens and pirouettes and juggles and titters and guffaws and smirks and winks and squinches her face and enjoys life, how wonderful it would be if a conservative was named Sanchez because then the clown car could deliver even more comfort food for us rubes, but of an even dirtier variety:
WIKIPEDIA: Dirty Sanchez is the act of smearing fecal matter or felch on the upper lip of a partner during (or following) various types of anal sex.
Rejoice! Rejoice! No fecal matter or felch will be served with the comfort food tonight, rubes. Alas, there will be no Dirty Sanchez. But when a conservative Sanchez emerges, Bozo the Rhodes Scholar will signal us by honking twice and then proceed to smear fecal matter and felch all over her TV studio. Unfortunately for her, all clown Maddow can do now is mug and preen and pirouette and juggle and titter and guffaw and smirk and wink and squinch her face about boring old teabagging:
MADDOW (4/10/09): Last night on this program I was joined by Ana Marie Cox for a rather difficult discussion about teabagging. Conservative activists and Fox News Channel teaming up to organize protest actions that include sending tea bags to members of Congress pledging to teabag the White House. ....
At the risk of saying the “teabag” more than my conscience can bear, there are two remaining points here that I would hope to still be able to clear up.
The analysts have asked us to clear something up, too! Is Ana Marie Cox, who we imagine likes saying her last name over and over to herself in the mirror while she mugs and preens and pirouettes and juggles and titters and guffaws and smirks and winks and squinches her face and enjoys life, Beavis or Butthead? Perhaps the most famous graduate of Oxford Clown University can clear that up for us. Does Beavis like saying their last name over and over or is that Butthead? The analysts would like to know because “Cox” is a fun word and the rubes are demanding it. Or are you too busy saying “teabag” and “teabagging” more than your conscience can bear to let us know? Or is your mouth full at the moment?
WIKIPEDIA: Teabagging is a slang term for the act of a man placing his testicles in the mouth or on or around the face (including the top of the head) of another person, often in a repeated in-and-out motion as in irrumatio The practice vaguely resembles dipping a tea bag into a cup of tea.
Give the rubes what they want. Give them the Cox and the balls. Served on a heaping plate of piss-pitiful comfort food with a steaming side of a pile of crap. While dimwit twit Al Kamen and his vicious Al Gore Christmas card smear (covered extensively in our incomparable archives) live to see another day.
UPDATE: Just in case you didn’t figure it out, this was a parody.
MORE: Wow, Somerby out-parodied my parody. He took the “Cox” jokes even farther and wrote about an imaginary phone call from fucking Jeff Spicoli (huzzah?). I can’t compete with that. Well played, you cranky old bastard.
Posted by Kevin K. on 04/14/09 at 12:55 PM • Permalink
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