Call it preparatory, Couvade-elevated oxytocin levels (well, at least that’s how I explain my ever-burgeoning gut to the little filly. “Look, honey—he’s kicking!” “Beer bellies don’t kick, dear.” “Oh. Then it’s the lamb vindaloo.”), but I just can’t seem to get too worked up about anything lately.
Nonetheless, I do take some enjoyment out of watching the hatas get their panties all in a twist when they find their little incantations no longer drive away the demons like they once used to.
“Racist! Ignorant! Hate-filled! …
Hey…something’s wrong… Why aren’t they all apologizing and groveling at my feet like any elected Republican would be doing by now? Professor Moonbat assured me these spells couldn’t fail! But look! They carry on as if I’m only spouting stupid, useless, mindless, inculcated Orwellian Newspeak and not the brilliant, magical mantras designed by our moral and intellectual superiors! What gives?!
And ya know what’s worse, playas? Now with these spells proving to be ineffective, I suddenly realize…I got nuttin’, mayun!”
Even better than these retarded little simians’ commentary? Watching them throw their little temper-tantrums directly into the spam-bin once the banhammer gets dropped.
So, without further ado, here is the first (though not first deserving!) in a new category I call, “Troll of the Week”. Enyoy…