… (no relation to Margaret Soltan) stars in the latest Hillary Clinton ad.
Cool.
Let’s look at this videotape of Obama. We called your attention, it was on the Drudge Report a couple days ago, Obama with an erection parading it around on a campaign plane and all the women trying to get closer and see it. Not one Republican has spoken up to condemn it.
We’d like to, Rush, but it’s really hard.
DONALD TRUMP THREATENS TO SUE WOMEN
ACCUSING HIM OF SEXUAL ASSAULT
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Shall I sue, shall I seek for dough?
Shall I bay in pursuit?
Shall I strive to a heav’nly glow,
With an earthly suit?
Shall I think all mine pussies grabb’d
Or mine pinchéd tits
Or sore ass can ascend the courts,
Where high justice sits?
Silly wretch, forsake these dreams
Of a vain desire,
O bethink what legal costs
All your suits require.
Yet when that fortune bring to me
Triumph in the polls
At dawning of my pres’dency
Liars’ heads will roll.
Nasty Women! I will show
Measure of my rage
You will curse the day you dared
Rattle Donald’s cage!
The NCAA doesn’t like what the U of Smell has been up to. It’s one thing to run a morally prostituted organization, and a whole other thing to run an actual house of prostitution.
As long as President-for-Life Rick Pitino‘s University of Louisville maintained whore-parity with the NCAA by way of greed, cheating, and hypocrisy, things were copacetic; but Louisville went too far when the university extended the logic of sports recruitment to the establishment of a dorm-centered sex biz dedicated to the pleasuring of seventeen year old prospects and their fathers.
Pitino’s wittle interim campus mouthpiece has denounced the monstrous NCAA charges against The Dear Leader and pledges the full resources of the university in defense of their sovereign.
… but parts of the poem contain a curiously contemporary resonance.
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… Don poor at Bed and worse at Table,
Don pinched, Don starved, Don miserable;
Don stuttering, Don with roving eyes,
Don nervous, Don of crudities;
Don clerical, Don ordinary,
Don self-absorbed and solitary;
Don here-and-there, Don epileptic;
Don puffed and empty, Don dyspeptic;
Don middle-class, Don sycophantic,
Don dull, Don brutish, Don pedantic;
Don hypocritical, Don bad,
Don furtive, Don three-quarters mad;
Don (since a man must make an end),
Don that shall never be my friend.
… Don dreadful, rasping Don and wearing,
Repulsive Don—Don past all bearing.
Don of the cold and doubtful breath,
Don despicable, Don of death;
Don nasty, skimpy, silent, level;
Don evil; Don that serves the devil.
Don ugly — that makes fifty lines…
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Guess that’s what they mean by immortal verse.
The University of Minnesota sports program has, over the last few years, polished its institutional sheen every bit as much as sports has shined up Penn State’s. Whether it’s a bankrupting, half-empty new stadium, coaches who I’d have called totally nuts before the Donald Trump campaign, or simply players who can’t play until that pesky court order modification comes through, UM has demonstrated precisely the sort of pre-NFL ethos we all like to see in a university. KEEP ‘EM ON THE FIELD AND YOU KNOW WHAT FUCK YOU. Amen.
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UD thanks dmf.
… raise of $20,000 — half of it to cover the $10,000 fine he just got for telling everyone that an upcoming football game he might lose is rigged, and another $10,000 to make up for the pain and humiliation he might have suffered because of having been fined.
Don’t leave, Mike! We love you! How much more money do you want? You are our golden boy and shed nothing but light and love upon our fine institution!
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And yes – to answer your question – he’s a Trump man.
Thursday, October 27
from 3-5.
Come say hello to UD
and enjoy the scones with
orange icing or whatever
that she will be giving out.
Jude is SO SAD. So obscure. Loser.
The Wretched of the Earth. You’re telling me. Disgusting.
You can’t say people in UD‘s world don’t suffer.
She stands alone waiting for suggestions
He’s so nervous, avoiding all the questions
His lips are dry, her heart is gently pounding
Don’t you just know exactly what they’re thinking
If you want my country and you think I’m nasty
Come on, sugar, steal the show
Show you can debate me, show that you can bait me
Come on, honey, tell me so
He’s acting mad, looking for an answer
Come on honey, pull your thoughts together
Talk about how girls are pigs
Talk about how it’s all rigged
He catches a cab to his high rise apartment
At last he can tell her exactly what his heart meant
Nasty woman nasty woman
Won’t let me be president
Nasty woman nasty woman
Won’t let me be president
The girls can’t help it.
… most recently censored – nay, suppressed – an article in the student newspaper critical of Donald Trump, I’m afraid you deserve all of the ridicule you’re going to get.
…won’t play ball.