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One would’ve thought, given the rank, ripe and replete rancor leveled at Miss Kendall that she publicly filmed the murder of a baby or something.
Check it out: Golden-Globe-winning, Oscar-nominated actress Amy Adams, made the news Friday by quietly and classily giving up her first-class seat to a soldier on a flight.
Gary Oldman did what is verboten amidst the Hollywood lovelies; namely, crap on liberal politicians, condemn political correctness and laud libertarian and conservative thought.
I don't know about you, but when I look at the multifaceted ways Obama and his ilk are destroying our nation I get more angry and depressed than Ted Nugent being forced to watch Lois Lerner do an interpretive dance to Boy George's song Do You Really Want To Hurt Me, the extended cut.
It’s Father’s Day today and I can’t think of a more important job than raising your kids right. Don’t believe me? Well then, I have two words for you: Bowe and Bergdhal.
Last Thursday, another loon (like Elliot Rodger) opened fire with a shotgun on students at Seattle Pacific University, killing one and wounding three others.
In the event that there are more Elliot Rodgers out there that are ready to snap because girls way out of your league won’t respond to your creepy advances; and yet, you’re not completely sold on the murder/suicide option: herewith are eight surefire points to move you back to SaneTown, attract a girl worth loving and officially assimilate out of Wussville and into the rarified air of a combobulated man.
Sometimes I wish I was a radical gay, or a revolting, slick-haired, black race-baiter or drastic Muslim like that angry, rage-boy dude who’s the poster child for all the funny as heck Muslim memes.
For those who’ve read my screeds via TownHall.com or via my own website, ClashDaily.com, you know that I’m an unapologetic cheerleader for hunting. It’s not the only thing I write about, but OMG when I do, boy … do I gush like a schoolgirl.
Last week, the Left’s Cult of the Repugnant went further down the toilet of doom when Emily Letts released a video showing her having an abortion and talking about how “cool” it was to suck an unborn baby through a vacuum cleaner fitted with razor blades.
If I ever become president, and my posse and I get busted via email lying about the root cause of how four Americans, including one of our ambassadors, got slaughtered during an organized, Muslim terrorist attack in Benghazi on September 11th, I sure as heck hope an old, gross, super-rich, turkey-necked, xenophobe goes on some crazy, bigoted tirade...
Thank God Cliven Bundy gave the Left something to smack him over the head with, because that “Negro” comment took the spotlight off the brute force of big government and placed it on the ramblings of an inarticulate old man.
Rancher Cliven Bundy looks like he could still be in a heap of trouble for having thoroughly ticked off Fedzilla and the Keebler elf himself, Harry Reid.
Last month, artist, patriot and rebel photographer Ben Phillipi slipped down to photograph me for his forthcoming firearm book, We The People. Ben’s book showcases unashamed, gun-loving patriots, from every walk of life, that love this great land’s founding principles, especially that pesky second amendment that perpetually ticks off the controlling progressives.
The movie Noah has ironically spawned a flood of hullabaloo, eh? Personally, heretofore, I haven’t seen the flick, but I plan on watching it this Sunday.
Because of the systematic emasculation of the American Church, and I’ll toss Western Europe into that insult as well, it’s become hard to square the words “biblical” and “bad-ass” without some hipster Christian spitting out his skinny milk, no foam, latte and crying “Foul!” And I mean crying. As in weeping.
I love it when Christian parents whose kids haven’t even yet made it out of the nest with their faith seriously tried, tested and found true, lecture others about “how to raise godly kids”.
It’s now been two years since Andrew Breitbart died. Unlike many of Breitbart’s friends and admirers who initiated a relationship with him, I was forced to relate with him. And I don’t like being forced to do anything.
One of my favorite TV shows is DUDE, YOU’RE SCREWED.