Yeah I know. Unfortunately, I didn’t know my little laptop voice was so powerful. Apparently, some of my recent rhetorical comments have the left up in ARMS in a panic. They think that millions of angry redneck farmers are going to march on DC and personally toss that paper hanging son of a bitch out of the White House. Not that I wouldn’t love for that to happen some day, but it’s not going to happen on this march.
Note: “Paper hanging son of a bitch” is a rhetorical reference to a line out of the Patton movie. I’m not actually accusing the president of being a paper hanger.
Likewise, my recent “Fill your hands you sons of bitches” was a rhetorical reference to the fictional U.S. Marshall Reuben J. “Rooster” Cogburn, a big talking one-eyed fat man, as played by John Wayne, who seemed to enjoy gratuitously kicking outlaw butt. I thought it was fitting at the time, but I didn’t mean to literally challenge the president and his fascist flunkies to a gunfight.
Spelling it out slowly to the left: It was rhetorical!
I love the smell of napalm in the morning. Smells like... victory.
Maaaa! There he goes again!
Lol! Thank you for your post, Jim.
JimRob,
You are soooooo BAD!!! :-)
I LOVE IT!! LOL. Keep kicking sand in Goliath’s face—we got your back! :-)
Just wanted to clarify that that too was a rhetorical reference, drawn from a movie, and that no actual napalm was used in the production of that post.