If TJ is in heaven right now, and hes able to peer through some celestial portal and behold the BS Barack has saddled this nation with -- a country, by the way, that Jefferson labored to make independent from tyrants -- then I would bet that Thomas is more ticked than a boar that just had its balls clipped.
Things are getting dicey out there in the United States of Acrimony, eh? People are pissed. They’re sick of the government … sick of control … sick of the inequities and absurdities in our land … sick of the man and the machine … sick of our borders having bigger holes than a fat woman’s pantyhose after high steppin' a barbed-wire fence; and sick, hallelujah, of that little priss, Justin Bieber.
In the last couple of weeks my cigar company has had a hell of a time trying to find a credit card processing company that’ll do recurring revenue charges for my customers who’d like to get an automated, monthly dose of one of the finest cigars on this planet,
You gotta love the Left. They sure know how to make the people who don’t drink their Kool-Aid look like el Diablo’s nasty sister.
Have you ever looked at all the schlock we’re currently mired in thanks to BHO’s “fundamental transformation” of America and thought, or actually said, “Screw it. I’m done. I officially don’t give a crap anymore.” I have.
Get your pencils ready
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.