Monday, July 02, 2007

Wingnutty Goodness

Over the weekend, Mister Leonard Pierce, one of the cadre of intrepid bloggers at Sadly, No!, went slumming and found an especially choice example of the kind of basement-dwelling Cheetos-munching warblogger whose mission in life is to save us from the perils of Islamofascism from behind a keyboard: Foehammer's Anvil. Tuff talk, a ridiculously busy and inane page layout, and an unearned sense of intellectual superiority and moral courage—our boy Foehammer's got it all.

Were he and Atlas Juggs to make a baby, I have no doubt that said child would be the GOP nominee for president in the year 2044.

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