Unhinged, Indeed

Good gawd, but sometimes the kooks on the left can be so damned funny, you’ll think you need to try on some Depends®.

Take this little vaginal yodeler for example. Not only is she well and right off her friggin’ nut, she’s also downright, good ol’-fashioned, bag-o-hammers dumb. Go on over and check it out. Read the whole thing. Listen to the MP3 of the call. I’ll wait.

Back yet? Okay.

Yup, you read that right. Little miss “I will kill the campus pro-lifers and eat their hearts” loves to dish shit out but goes right off the rails whenever anyone even looks sideways at her. Yup, she’s a Femboob, alright. And as everyone knows, in the magical lollipop land of Fembozostan, things are a little different than they are here. For a few examples:

In Fembozostan…

• it’s the ones who make the threatening phone calls who are being stalked, not the ones getting them.
• being a local blogger and getting invited to a gathering of local bloggers is a form of harassment.
• dumbass shit you put online can disappear down the memory hole quicker than Emily Litella can say “never mind.”
• voicemail is a wiretap.
• “fuck the back off” means something. Not sure what, but something.
• calling ‘bullshit’ on one screeching textbook case of estrogen poisoning-induced misandry is an attack on blogging broads everywhere (peeing while standing is probably bad, too).

But remember, boys and girls: just because they poop where they eat, doesn’t mean that they’re not the victims. Always. Now go someplace and feel bad about your penis and don’t forget to pick up a copy of the vagina monologues Twat Twaddle©.

Toodles.