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Well, that explains it. Uh, isn’t this part of what got him in trouble?
New evidence surfaces…
That’s why I don’t eat much Chinese…
I knew it!
So what’s your point?
Oh, that’s the point…
Maybe she ought to ask again…
Or ask someone else…
Whadda ya mean “skewed priorities?”
So that’s where the term “getting a woody” came from…
It’s all about the children…
Hmm. So you’re saying gender and species dysphoria have consequences?
I’m sure she does…
I’m sure they do…
Ya gotta have priorities…
This one’s a little subtle…
This one is not…
Honey, where are my wood pants?
Unity!
Wait ‘till he tries to pronounce “Ecclesiastes”…
That’s what I mean too…
More unity…
That’s OK. Neither do “climate scientists”…
See what I mean?
Me! I’m a science denier! Me! Me!
Uh…
Now that you mention it…
What would we do without world leaders? Now if we can only get them to stop saving us by supporting Iran and China…
I don’t know about you, but I’m starting to find dictionaries offensive… 
Definition of character…
I know what he means…
I wonder what Joe’s dog thinks now after the “tail pulling, chasing me naked down the alley” incident? I’d think that pretty traumatizing.
Perhaps, gentle readers, you can escape from the insanity for at least a little while by getting a copy of License To Kill. It would make a great Christmas present for the folks who have everything.
If you get the book directly through the publisher, I’ll make a few cents more than if you get it at Amazon. It’s $17.99 at either source, and Amazon has a $4.99 Kindle edition, which won’t be so good for…you know. Buy American, piss off D/S/Cs, and keep up the fight for the Constitution and the right to ruthlessly mock self-important dimwits, like Twitter and Facebook. Positive comments on Amazon would be great too. Go here to comment.
The Funnies will be back next Sunday, and I hope to see you here then and every day in between.
We have been defeated by the worst among us.
They were giving a war.
We were playing nice and by the rules.
They are the cult of Maarx Moloch.
We are the nice guys.
We are the pussies.
Arrogant cockroaches stand in the middle of a lit room, mocking us, daring us to stomp on them and laughing at our benevolence, our tolerance and our no small measure of cowardice.
Decency become jelly.
Our virtues weaponized against us, the cockroaches are counting on our not using the most obvious, natural and recommended answer to their antics, violence, pure, raw, unmitigated violence.
Speed, Surprise, and Violence of Action. They work.
We have built a safe society.
Don’t be mean.
Be polite.
Be respectful.
Be nice.
Obey the law.
And be governed by kuntala harris.
Don’t shot at people.
“Don’t shoot at the bastards yet” 1999, was it?
. . .
Another great line up Mike.
Thought I’d pop in and say hello tonight, as I sit here in the truck stop just west of Rawlins while the wind rocks the truck like a small ship in rough seas. Can’t wait to be back in Texas! Hehehe. Too cold and windy up here for me, though the sparse population is a definite plus.
Hope your Christmas and NY is merry and joyous.
Ryan H.
Dear Ryan H:
I assume you made it back to Texas safely. We miss it, but Wyoming is home. A great Christmas to you and yours.