Jack: Donovan McNabb should punch a Motherfucker.
Landru: I think a political party is in order.
Unspoken, unspeakable internet ghost in the machine: the Punch A Motherfucker Party is born.
Good Liberal: Um, gentleman and crespucutacular yankee troglodyte, that would involve, um, violence.
Jack: Not necessarily.
Landru: Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.
Good Liberal: John Boehner is a very bad man.
Jack: I'm always shooting first, and then scrambling around picking up the casings. Someone take this keyboard from me because I'm never going to surrender it on my own.
Ethan: If I have to listen to another fucking Christmas song while corporate soul punches my kidneys with the mailed fist of a thousand future mornings that I've already sold off for today's twenty minute lunch break...
Jack: Ethan should punch a motherfucker already.
BDR: We have these complicities. We could make the best of them. Or the worst.
Randal: Could someone please be a chaos agent? Am I asking too much?
Good Liberal: You must fight the Republican chaos, not do your own. Organize. Organize. Organize.
Jack: Hmmm. Good point. How about we organize a Mountweazel Campaign? That could be a non-violent way to punch the hell out of a certain gaggle of motherfuckers. And we could still be complicit while doing it.
Drunken goat chorus: [indecipherable]
Crow's Eye: Maintaining a commitment to Pointless Acrimony™ and Hate Filled Invective™! Also available in corvid mischief and traditional sly dog's mistrust.
To be fair (with the exception of Landru) I wrote about two dozen names on tiny little pieces of pulped dead tree, and just picked them out of my french peasant chapeau as I went along, filling in appropriate or inappropriate attributions on my way to "hey, let's mount a nihilartikel strike."
ReplyDeleteExcept for Al from SMBIVA. I picked your name twice and failed to conjure up what I think your fake avatar would actually say. I just don't know. Damned, doomed, me is, I am.
Good liberal is digby pre-recent depression.
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ReplyDeleteHahahahahahahahahaha
ReplyDeleteI assumed I was helping the Drunken Goat Chorus. That comes very, very close to my calling in life.
ReplyDeleteI just hope there's at least a cold cut tray at the next rehearsal.
ReplyDeleteWord verification: oapence, noun, a transaction handled clumsily.
"Man, did you see Amazon UK's oapence?"
Speaking of the usual suspects, has anybody spotted a Charles F. Oxtrot lately? The internet hasn't been the same.
ReplyDeleteWoot! Singled out for a campaign of unfairness! Validation, bitchez!
ReplyDeleteWait. Maybe I didn't parse that right.
Insignificant quibble: I don't want Randal getting all the credit for the Chaos Butterfly, but he is certainly a better butterfly trainer than I am.
Thank you for including me in good Intertoobz company, Jack.
How about we organize a Mountweazel Campaign? That could be a non-violent way to punch the hell out of a certain gaggle of motherfuckers.
ReplyDeleteHow about drowing them in punch? No need to get one's knuckles scraped when large wassail bowls abound this time of year.