Showing posts with label Florida. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Florida. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

People Of The Sunshine State: Sarah Palin Urges America To Rage Against The Machine (& All Rational Thought) And Make Newt The Man


Former reality teevee star and failed vice-president, governor, political pundit, mother, grifter, fame whore, EVERYTHING, Sarah Palin, took a break from the usual Facebook trolling and illiterate Tweeting to continue her bizarre quest endorsing Newt Gingrich because of some on-again, off-again, leftist hard rock band from the '90s. Or something like that.

Here's Mama Grizz herself telling resident Fox News muppet and Fran Drescher wannabe Jeanine Pirro all the wonderful reasons why Newt Gingrich is the right man, not machine, for the job.
"When both party machines and many in the media are trying to crucify Newt Gingrich for bucking the tide and bucking the establishment that tells you something."
It does?? Like that he'll buck just about anything, including his cancer and MS-stricken wives, respectively?
Urging people to “rage against the machine,” Palin continued, “Vote for Newt. Annoy a liberal. Vote Newt. Keep this vetting process going, keep the debate going.”
You hear that people? Keep the debate going! Right into the gutter. It's fun, plus you get to RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE and ANNOY A LIBERAL, all in one fell swoop, err, make that one fell Newt!

Because nothing would annoy (and by annoy, we of course mean, delight) liberals more than the good people of Florida voting a thrice married, twice divorced, faux intelligent, serial adultering, shamelessly amoral huckster who may or may not have secretly promised Sarah Palin a cabinet position in his fantasy moon colony, the winner of the Florida Republican primary.

NOTHING! Well, except maybe Zack de la Rocha and Tom Morello spitting rhymes and shredding chords at this year's Coachella in honor of everyone's fave mooniacs, Newt Gingrich and Sarah Palin.

With a special set-list including such hits as:

Bull(shit) On Parade
People Of The Sun Moon
Sleep Now In The (Eternal Hell) Fire
Killing In The Name (of Jesus Christ)
No Shelter (for Mexicans)
(Dead) Guerrilla Radio
How I Could Just Kill a Man (with a 9mm Hollow-Point Bullet)
FreeDUMB
Testify (Against a Liberal Activist Judge)
Renegades of DysFunktion
Vietnow (and Forever)

RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE, Florida people.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Elton Asks Rush "Can You Feel The Love Tonight?" Or At Least Until The Next Gold Digging Trophy Wife Comes Along


Adorable cuddlebug and melodious voice of right-wing nutjobs, teabaggers, and retired Klansmen from sea to shining sea, Rush Hudson Limbaugh III finally achieved his life-long dream to be married more times than numbers in his name. Woohoo!!

This is no easy feat, my friends! But Rushy couldn't have reached this impressive once-in-a-lifetime once-every-couple-of-years milestone without the help of some good friends, a few fine li'l numbers, a handful of scorned shrews (aka ex-wifey's uno, dos, and tres), and of course a couple hundred mil to make the thought of bedding an obese 59-year-old pill addict more than just a terrifying nightmare that jolts you from your sleep, sweaty and trembling, and thanking sweet Jesus that it was all just a terrible dream.

Guess some gals just have all the luck!  

But that's not it! Limbaugh's newest lucky ladyfriend--wooed by a sudden Rush of $exy $tudness while divorcing his third wife--is a lovely 33-year-old party planner from Florida by the name of Kathryn Rogers.

And party plan she sure did! To the tune of a cool ONE MILLION DOLLARS to have a super famous, super homosexual (gay-married!) British piano player, singer, songwriter, and AIDS activist (ewww, gross!) known as Sir Elton John don a skin-tight unitard, platform shoes, star-studded shades, and serenade the equally hideous star-studded crowd with "The Bitch Is Back," "I'm Still Standing," and "I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues" into the wee hours Saturday night at Florida's fabled Breakers hotel in Palm Beach.

How exciting!

But the sexiest part (aside from the flamer in sunglasses and space suit, and lovable, bloated groom kissing his 4th true love), was of course the stars, celebs, and scumbags invited to the blowout bash, all 400 of Rush's nearest and dearest!

Cool famous types and upstanding citizens of humanity like Karl Rove, Fred Thompson, Sean Hannity, James Carville, Rudy Giuliani, Clarence Thomas and assorted other oily remnants of the catastrophic disaster washin' up Florida's coast.

A wedding bonanza that couldn't have been any more fabulous if God Himself (no not Rush, the other all-powerful one...in the sky) decided to unleash fire and brimstone fury upon the lucky attendees in a spontaneous moment of joyous apocalyptic poetry.

After tying the noose knot and enjoying their personal Elton John concert, the newlyweds hopped Limbaugh's private Gulfstream jet for a honeymoon in Mexico, Africa and a couple other spots.

Please, please say the Bermuda Triangle...please, please we beg you! Ok, how about a few war zones, at the very least!?!
Not surprisingly, the new love-struck bride also had some very interesting, wise words to say about the couple's 26-year age gap: "I'm sometimes not able to relate to the average person my age." 

Or the average human her species, for that matter.

Either way, I think I can speak for all of America, no, make that the world, when I say a deep, heart-felt congratulations to Rush on his special 4th wedding day—very likely the 4th happiest day of his wonderfully charmed oxycodone-fueled life.

We're sure this time, he really means it. After all, love is the second best Rx there is!

So Oxycongratulations Rush! We wish you many months of bliss.

In other words, same time next year?

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Dan Fanelli Needs Your Help To Make Florida The Next Great, Colorless State No One Likes Anymore

Some right-wing dingbat by the name of Dan Fanelli dreamt up a brilliant plan to win the GOP nomination and unseat terrible, outspoken liberal "BUM" Rep. Alan Grayson in sunny Florida, land of citrus groves, gated retirement communities, and old people barely tall enough to see over the steering wheel, using nothing but people's unsavory tendencies to stereotype would-be terrorists out of their deep fear of getting blown to bits by said perpetrators of such heinous crimes.

This is usually a winning strategy!

A sure-fire way to reclaim power in many parts of the U.S.A, but particularly places where they still fly the Confederate flag or enact legislation telling all brown people to immediately exit the parched desert landscape of Gila monsters and John McCain which they call home, the lovely whites-only state of Aryanzona.

Well, Fanelli is hoping to translate this hysterical momentum into a Sunshine State victory, with his heroic, new ad endorsing racial profiling of dirty and mostly evil A-rabs for airplanes, or anywhere else they like to join thousands of other people when traveling from point A to point B.

Because everyone knows all terrorists look alike! And another thing Mr. Fanelli knows is that terrorists are not white, good-looking, ripped, bald, dressed in business suits, or even business casual slacks and breathable cotton button-downs from Brooks Brothers.

They are however, burly and brown-skinned, with five o'clock shadows and a crazed, jihadist look in their darting, barbaric, always dark-colored eyes.

Which is why Fanelli understands it's time to stop all this PC nonsense at once, before more innocent minorities stop being randomly harassed by the long, discriminating arm of the law:

"It's time to stop this political correctness and the invasion of our privacy. Let's face it, if the good looking rich guy without much hair was flying airplanes into the twin towers, I'd have no problem being pulled out of line at the airport."

That's assuming that you, Dan, indeed fall under the umbrella of "good-looking," which unfortunately may be another of your many wild, dangerous assumptions.

Because wasn't the last swarthy fellow who tried to blow up a major airliner on Christmas Day, Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab, a black man? From Nigeria?

Surely, we must profile them too, no? I mean it's high time someone started profiling the black population of this country. They've gotten away scot-free for too long! Perhaps they should spend some time in the white man's shoes, see how it feels to be systematically discriminated against and harassed all because you happen to be a non-color.

Wait, and wasn't that shoe bomber Richard Reid, Jamaican and British, and Joe Stack, who flew a plane into the IRS building in Austin (for freedom and lower taxes), also white?

Granted, the last one might not count because he flew his own, private plane into an awful government-run IRS building, which was probably filled with lazy Muslims anyway, making it not an act of domestic terrorism, but an act of national security and unbridled heroism.

Bottom line is, Lt. Commander Dan Fanelli (that's right, Lieutenant Dan, 'cept with legs, sans beard), a former Navy and commercial airline pilot, is absolutely positive he can stamp out dirty, rotten terrorists all across this great nation, no make that the world, if the American people would just give him a chance.

A chance to prove that beneath all the crazy, racist rhetoric and asinine suggestions to start plucking out every brown-colored man, woman, and child (you can never be too careful with these things!) for random pat-downs or full cavity searches, there is a warm, caring patriotic white, male American who simply wants to make the country he loves safe from gross, horrible Muslims and/or otherwise tanned people who look like they too might be scary Muslim-y terrorists, hell-bent on destroying America!

It's not like Fanelli is saying that "all terrorists look alike" or "darker people are more likely to be terrorists" or anything wildly offensive and highly ineffective as that, just that people from countries like Iran, Iraq, Saudi Arabia, Pakistan and Syria, and other cesspools of Islam "require a higher level of security," and that "racial profiling is good."

The ad, of course, is just an example of using a "little humor to make a point."

And boy is it funny!

Especially the part when Fanelli refers to himself as the "ripped, good-looking, white guy." That part is hilarious!!

Same goes for that other part when Fanelli plays a mentally retarded white supremacist who just escaped from the insane asylum.

Naaaaaailed it!

OMG, A Terrorist!!

Monday, May 3, 2010

Sorry Charlie! One Down, Only 18,537,969 More Car Crash Victims To Save Before Election Day

Much Like Their Oranges, Florida's Lawmakers Are Sweet, Fruity & Immediately Shipped Out

Florida Gov. Charlie Crist's wild journey from rising Republican star to terrible persona non grata was made official the moment he went "Indy" and turned Florida's once moral, decent, family-values two-way Senate race into a sinful, filthy ménage à trois, unbecoming of any respectable lawmaker and disciplined party robot wishing to be blessed by human bags o' tea, as the next rightwing burning cross torch bearer of the Grand Old Party.

Sorry Charlie!

But what in sweet sufferin' succotash could get the GOP's panties in such a twist over something as sweet 'n sun-kissed as a once-pure Florida orange by the name of Charlie Crist?

Well, let's take a look at the unforgivable sins of the Sunshine's state once bright, now-wayward son, shall we?

Of course, everyone knows Charlie's reputation was irrevocably tainted and forever ruined, when he first tread on his dear old party and freedom-loving Americans everywhere, by actually wrapping his arms around an evil, arugula eating elitist Kenyan terrorist named Barack Hussein Obama, and giving this absolute ENEMY of humanity an actual hug.

And that's not all!

Crist then had the sheer audacity to actually accept federal stimulus funds from this presidential madman to help his broke state of Florida recover from the devastating housing crisis, rampant unemployment, and economic crisis rampaging through the nation. Ugh, can you believe the nerve of this guy!?

As if this weren't bad enough, word has it Mr. Man Hug acted all nice and heroic when he came upon the scene of an accident en route to the Pensacola Naval Air Station.

Instead of following the typical Republican protocol of laughing at the terrible predicament of this worthless Waffle House employee trapped beneath his car and/or throwing a crumpled dollar bill at the poor sod, while shrieking something about "health care" and "welfare queens," Crist reportedly stopped to help the man and comfort him until paramedics arrived.
As Gov. Charlie Crist was being driven to the Pensacola Naval Air Station on Saturday he came across an accident scene. A car had flipped over causing the driver to become trapped.

Crist stopped to comfort the man until rescue workers arrived. During those tense moments, Crist offered the injured man water and asked the man if his arm was OK, telling him to relax until help arrived.

"I was in an accident once in high school. I was in an SUV. It flipped and went into a ditch. You'll be OK," Crist told the man, who said he worked at a local Waffle House.

Crist returned to his vehicle once rescue crews arrived and told reporters the man was "going to be OK."
So there you have it folks. Undeniable proof that dangerous, selfish rogues like Charlie "Good Samaritan" Crist have no place in today's Grand Old Party of lower-middle-class white people who laugh at other's misfortune, wearing waistcoats and breeches while waving patriotic signs about Socialist Nazis like our 44th president, who might as well be Adolf Hitler, if the Führer had a white mother from Kansas, a black father from Kenya, a step-dad from Indonesia, a wicked jump shot, and an uncanny ability to make affordable, quality universal health care sound exactly like the premeditated, extensively detailed, government-sanctioned mechanized slaughter of six million Jews.

Only much, much worse.

Dangerous Liaisons?

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Oil's Well That Ends Well...Or In Total Disaster! Just Ask Charlie Crist Or Charlie The Tuna


Drill, Baby, Drill! Drill, Baby, Drill! Drill, Baby, Drill!

Everyone knows environmental conservation and coastal drilling go together like, well, water and oil, especially the more than 200,000 gallons spilling into the Gulf of Mexico every day, after another one of those really safe, technologically sound British Petroleum-leased oil rigs exploded, killing 11 workers and spewing thousands of gallons of toxic, highly flammable crude oil out of a hole at the end of the 5,000-foot-long pipe into the now flaming, black ocean.

Wooohooo!

Thanks to the wizards over at BP, who as it turns out could have prevented the entire disaster altogether with a simple remote "off" switch, which of course the rig lacked, because that would make too much sense, take all the fun "risk" out of the whole thing, and who knows, maybe even cost a fraction of the millions of dollars already "wasted" on the extensive emergency cleanup effort in the wake of the disaster. Oh, well! Ya win some, ya lose some, right!?

The oil spill is now estimated to be five times as big as previously thought—likely bigger than the Exxon Valdez spill in 1989, but much to everyone's delight, the Coast Guard has already begun setting the oil on fire to control environmental damage.

Which is good news!

Because now the terrifying mass of crude oil the size of Rhode Island quickly barreling towards the Louisiana coastline has instead turned into a terrifying wall of flaming oil, the "color and texture of iced tea."

MMMmmmm, everyone loves iced tea! Especially when it tastes like delicious spilled oil and dead marine wildlife.

After admitting the spill was far more extensive than originally thought, BP's Chief Operating Officer Doug Suttles said, "We'll take help from anyone."

Grab a shovel, Sarah!

Guess good things really do happen when you line your nation's unsightly bare coastline with beautiful offshore oil rigs. For freedom!

Speaking of post catastrophe cleanup efforts, the official "Scrubbing of Charlie Crist" from all pamphlets, websites, and any other Republican Party literature bearing this terrible traitor's likeness or name is underway in the Sunshine State.

"The governor is the elected head of our party, so just from a logistical standpoint, in terms of a lot of our printed materials, our website, some of the branding that we’ve done, and things like that, we really have to go back and reevaluate," said the source.

"We don’t want to presume what the governor’s announcement is going to be. All signs point to him leaving the party, so all the preparation we’ve done from a logistical standpoint is going back and seeing what changes need to be made, seeing as the sitting governor will no longer be a member of our party after today."

But with Charlie Crist saying bye bye to the GOP to go rogue as an Independent, where ever will Republicans find another closeted queer who votes against gay rights, while secretly banging 'em on the side, to carry the torch burning cross for the Grand Old Party in the Grand Old People State of Florida?

What's that?? Tea Party fave Marco Rubio, you say??

Hmmm...not bad. I mean he's got all the wingnut qualifications necessary to be the next great Jeb Bush-like savior to lead Florida to complete collapse. Yes, all in all, a decent option, that is, if Arizona's crazy immigrant-huntin' cops don't come down from the soon-to-be-all-white desert and ship him back to that other Cuba, 295.4 miles to the south of Miami, first.

Oh wait, ha ha, never mind. The ocean's on fire anyway! America wins again!

Long live the GOP!

USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA!

Saturday, April 3, 2010

The Doctor Is In...Sane? Denial? Hysterics?


Lunatic witch doctor Jack Cassell of Mount Dora, Florida (that's right, Dora) is so convinced it's only a matter of time before President Obama's apocalyptic health care reform will be used by our sadistic Democratic government to deny medical care to fellow, God-fearing Republicans, that he has decided to turn the tables (in his mind) and preemptively discriminate against Democrats first. Boo-ya!

"I'm not turning anybody away — that would be unethical," Dr. Jack Cassell, 56, a Mount Dora urologist and a registered Republican opposed to the health plan, told the Orlando Sentinel. "But if they read the sign and turn the other way, so be it."

The sign reads: "If you voted for Obama...seek urologic care elsewhere. Changes to your healthcare begin right now, not in four years."

Awww, snap!! Hear that, DEMONcrats? Maybe next time it stings like the dickens every time you attempt to relieve yourself, you'll think twice about voting for an illegal, half-black Kenyan Socialist who desperately wants to murder Granny and baby Trig as the new Redistributionist-in-Chief of these United States.

How you like them apples?

But just in case his "No Obama fans allowed" sign doesn't keep the riff-raff and undesirables away, Dr. Cassell has so generously provided his patients with photocopies of a health-care timeline produced by Republican leaders (so you know it's accurate) outlining "major provisions" in the health-care package. (Like how long you have to wait before Grandma is officially "shovel ready" for the home-made grave in the backyard).

The sign above the stack of copies reads: "This is what the morons in Washington have done to your health care. Take one, read it and vote out anyone who voted for it."

On the bright side, we're just happy at least one Republican knows how to actually spell the word "moron" correctly.

Outspoken Florida Democrat and Godless Obama supporter, Rep. Alan Grayson said he was "disgusted" by the "ridiculous" sign.

"Maybe he thinks the Hippocratic Oath says, 'Do no good'," Grayson said. "If this is the face of the right wing in America, it's the face of cruelty...Why don't they change the name of the Republican Party to the Sore Loser Party?"

Why would they do something crazy like that when everyone knows they're going to clean up come November when they take back health care on their way to taking back the House, the Senate, and their brains, which apparently have been hibernating ever since that awkward old man unleashed that sexy Arctic fox who doesn't speak so good but sure's got one helluva fine ass wink. Oh, you betcha!

"If I was one of his patients, I would not walk away, I'd run," said Patsy Robertson, 73, a Democrat and retired nurse. "He does not need to be taking care of people's lives if that's his mentality."

Damn right! He should be with the rest of the Grand Old Party obstructing things in Washington where he belongs!

Cassell's former medical partner, urologist Dr. James Young, a self-described liberal Democrat, said a patient's politics should be no more important to a doctor than his favorite baseball team.

"It'd be like me saying I'm not going to treat a Cubs fan," said Young, a lifelong fan of the St. Louis Cardinals. "There are a number of thoughtful doctors who feel like Jack and probably a like number who feel the exact opposite, but they're not going to put a sign on their door. As doctors, our chief concern should always be what's best for the patient."

Or your bank account. Either one, really.

"I think he's saying, 'If you voted for Obama, you made a decision and that decision has consequences,'" said retired neurologist Dr. William Crowley, who praised the doctor for provoking a discussion.

Because any urologist dumb enough to vote for the McCain/Palin ticket, err trainwreck, and also dumb enough to believe the "bill wants you to die sooner," is certainly good enough to cut the wrong tube during my operation!

Margaret Taormino, a 72-year-old retired social worker, expressed a common sentiment about Dr. Jack Cassell.

"My husband and I don't need a urologist," she said, "but if we ever do, he's our guy."

Guess some people just don't know Jack!

Monday, September 7, 2009

The Higher Power Of Those In Power



For a country founded firmly on the separation of church and state, America's colorful flock of lawmakers and politicians sure know a thing or two about God almighty. Especially when it comes to asking his Holiness for all sorts of favors to help them in their mortal quests (whatever they may be).

Like hunky Florida Governor Charlie Crist whose close, personal relationship with God may or may not be what's responsible for keeping Florida safe from hurricanes and other scary storms since he took office in 2006.

Of course, Crist isn't trying to take credit for this miraculous phenomenon or anything (he'll leave that to God), but it just so happens that he's had prayer notes placed in the Western Wall in Jerusalem (the holiest Jewish place in the world!) each year he's been in office and not a single hurricane has dared hit Florida since.

Coincidence? I think not!

"Do you know the last time it was we had a hurricane in Florida?" Crist asked a group of real estate agents. "It's been awhile. In 2007, I took my first trade mission. Do you know where I went?"

To Israel, duh! Where he high-tailed it straight to the Western Wall to insert his personal note to the Creator to save Florida from nature's evil wrath.

"Dear God, please protect our Florida from storms and other difficulties. Charlie."

But that's not it! Every time someone, anyone, he knows goes to Israel, like Sen. Nan Rich last year and "a friend" this year, Charlie gives them a note--but not just any note, mind you. The SAME note with the SAME prayer as when he first tucked Florida's well-being in her holy cracks back in '07.

"You can do it on the Internet now, but I'd rather have it physically in there," Crist joked. He had decidedly less to say on the one golden rule religious leaders have about how "the note placed between the stones of the Western Wall are between a person and his maker. It is forbidden to read them or make use of them." Ugh, Rabbis can be so particular sometimes!

Who knows God's mysterious ways better than Minnesota's own deranged messenger of divinity, Michele Bachmann, whose presidential hopes depend on none other than the Supreme Being himself?

"If I felt that's what the Lord was calling me to do, I would do it," she said. "When I have sensed that the Lord is calling me to do something, I've said yes to it. But I will not seek a higher office if God is not calling me to do it."

What a gal! But some heretics and godless Democrats say this unstable GOP wonder woman doesn't have a prayer in hell to make it on the national political scene, but then again they don't have a personal relationship with El Savior now do they?

"They want to make sure no women, no woman becomes president before a Democrat woman and so they’re doing everything they can to, I think, sabotage women like Sarah Palin, perhaps women like myself, or similarly situated women, to make sure that we don’t have a prominent national voice."

Hey, no worries Michele. You know better than anyone that God will decide which crazy lady gets to be lady-president first, not a bunch of stupid voters (who know nothing of HIS work anyway).

Just look at Sarah Palin. She's not worried about such small, earthly concerns. Why would she be? Not when she has preacher Bishop Thomas Muthee of the Wasilla Assembly of God church protecting her from un-American threats like goblins, demons and "every form of witchcraft."

"Pastor Muthee was here and he was praying over me, and you know how he speaks and he's so bold," Sarah said. "And he was praying 'Lord make a way, Lord make a way' ... He said, 'Lord make a way and let her do this next step.' And that's exactly what happened."

It did! Except for the little fact that not even the main man himself (praise his name!) could save a certain elderly running mate from being embarrassed by an uppity young man named Barack Hussein Obama and his devoted throng of pious voters.

During a presidential rally for John McCain last October, Rev. Arnold Conrad called upon the good Lord to get involved in the campaign because, "There are millions of people around this world praying to their God—whether it's Hindu, Buddha, Allah—that his [McCain’s] opponent wins for a variety of reasons...And Lord I pray that you would guard your own reputation, because they’re going to think that their god is bigger than you, if that happens. So I pray that you would step forward and honor your own name in all that happens between now and Election Day."

Hmmm. Guess he must have gotten Him on Sunday.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Congressman, Sex Scandals, And Florida, Oh My!


Rep. Tim Mahoney And The Woman/Thing He Was Banging

Sex scandals do not discriminate. That's right. As long as you happen to be a politician from the state of Florida, you are fair game. I don't know what it is, either. Maybe it's the hot, steamy weather, round juicy oranges, or disproportionate number of old people that revs up one's sexual appetite.

Whatever the culprit, one thing is for certain: If you are a politician representing the Sunshine State, chances are your overactive libido will eventually be your downfall.

For the second consecutive election year,
West Palm Beach--the sex-scandal capital of America--titillates the good citizens of this country with a sordid story of a fallen congressman.

First, it was Republican Congressman Mark Foley, who in 2006, honored his oath of elected office by soliciting sex (and not just any sex, but gay sex) from
teenage boys working as congressional pages.

After Foley's disgraceful exit and subsequent coming out of the closet, the congressional seat was basically open for the taking to anyone with a pulse and the ability to control their homosexual/pedophile urges.

Enter Florida Democrat Tim Mahoney, whose only real challenge after the Foley debacle, was to basically keep it in his pants. But alas, that proved to be too much to ask of the man.

The same man who waltzed into office using
campaign ads featuring a picture of him with his wife, Terry, and the line, "Restoring America's Values Begins at Home."

A promise he kept by giving a campaign job and $121,000 in hush money to the mistress he was so honorably banging while working hard to bring dignity and morality back to the sex-ravaged district.