Hey Robin:
Just thought I'd drop by and share my observation with you that according to my count of the number of comments generated by your most recent post, the evidence is clear that despite the efforts of the conservative welfare wagon you have hitched yourself to, nobody reads your shitty blog.
Which is quite the way it should be.
Are you self-identified chicken hawks really sure you know what's going on when your hubbies step into the public men's room? I'd consider some kind of hidden cam, because the results might surprise you (though they wouldn't surprise me). Of course you're no slouch in this area yourself, as your entire blog constitutes a sustained covert blowjob to the conservative establishment. A very pitiable display indeed.
At least you're providing me with the satisfaction of riding the Bush bomb all the way down to ground zero, a la Slim Whitman in Dr. Strangelove. Happy landings!
Mr Blifil, when did you fall on your head? Conservatives and welfare? History proves you wrong. 95%+ of the wefare riders are democrats who have been lied to so long they wouldn't know the truth if it bit them on the ass, but they still vote dhimmi so the dhimmi's can keep them down, stupid, and on welfare or in prison. No pride in the left wing welfare riding democrats. Were you reared on welfare? Educated on welfare? Bet you were both and are still stupid.
Michele has some great photo's that show the difference in a loyal American and a democrat. By the way is that an ass crack or the average democrats face?
I'll bet if Blifil is in the next stall and someone taps their foot he drops to his knees and provides the service. He is hung up on Homo sex.
That is too funny Crap-Iron! Even if I were obsessed with "homo sex" as you so classily put it, which I'm not, I've never sold myself as a savior of American values, condemning gay rights in the meanwhile, and then gone out to the airport bathrooms for a freaky free-for-all, unlike some Republican politicians who shall remain nameless.
For what it's worth, I imagine you're strictly a catcher since you're obviously the type who's too embarassed to whip it out, I'm sure with good reason.
Yep, sure is one "classy" site and group of regulars ya got here Robin.
BTW, Crapiron, my welfare reference was to the right wing wingnut welfare campaign that finances the careers of the Kagans, Jonah Goldberg, Malkin, Coulter, Tucker, Glenn Beck, and the rest, who without the outside support of think tanks and other fronts for wealthy benefactors, would never be able to hold down decent jobs. Robin's been after that chunk of change for some time now, though it's still up in the air whether she's making enough to give up her day job handing out towels at the local airport restroom.
But thanks for the flagrant display of your own ignorance, you mouth-breathing troglodyte.
Well well look who's back... the infamous Mr Blifil. Still working at the ad agency or have you been fired? I've truly missed your inane ramblings and name calling. But thanks for playing on my shitty blog - cause if anyone knows shit it would be you. I'd keep you around but I'm so busy drinking my koolaid and subverting the family values I just don't have time to deal with asshats like you. I'm late for my brownshirt classes so ta-ta you freak.
Mr Blifil, you would bow to Big Mouth in the photo. If he ever got in my face like that he would be a prime candidate as your next girl friend. I spend part of today (yes Sunday) practicing tactics to make nuts like you go to their knees and beg to be turned loose as the cuffs are placed on real tight. See ya in D.C. next time around.
Crap-in-an-Iron-Pot:
I'm sure you don't need me to point out that every single one of your posts demonstrates an outright obsessed fascination with male on male sexual practices. You know, relief is only as far away as the nearest public restroom my highly frustrated young friend. Or what was it the gospel song advises? "This little light of mine, I'm going to let it shine?" Do yourself a favor, and the rest of us a mercy, stop living a double life. I'm very familiar with the tactics you like to practice on a Sunday, and they usually don't involve first names or proper lighting.
Ask not for whom the tinkerbell tolls...she tolls for thee...
As for your implied threat of physical violence, Mary, here's an oldie but a goodie...Bring. It. On. I'll bring my own crowbar to assist me in removing my foot in case I can't get it out of your ass, given that I expect those muscles to be pretty loose when my steel-tip boot encounters your pathetic little pucker.
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