Why? Oh, no reason, I just felt like saying it.
🚨 LMAO!! President Trump just dropped this absolute GEM: He's filling the newly improved Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool with leftist tears
Straight from the source 🤣🤣
📽️ @TheRicanMemes pic.twitter.com/NJrOdFR750
— Eric Daugherty (@EricLDaugh) June 4, 2026
Heh.
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1As a girlfriend of mine used to enjoy saying whenever somebody said that about us: couple of whats, exactly? Straight from the shock-rocker’s mouth:
I BELIEVE this photo was taken at Groucho’s birthday party at the Polo Lounge. I first met him at a charity event Frank Sinatra had organised and we sang Lydia The Tattooed Lady, which was an old Groucho song from [1939 Marx Brothers film] At The Circus. My manager, Shep Gordon, looked after him in the later stage of his life, and for a period of time we were pretty good friends — we were kinda inseparable.
He was always great company, hanging around with him was just like being in a Marx Brothers movie, like being in Duck Soup. You’d go to lunch with him and he’d open the menu, call the waiter over and say, as loudly as he could, ‘What kind of drugs do you have?’, or, ‘Can I get some dope for my friend here?’
I’d say, ‘Shhh, you can’t say that, Groucho!’ But of course you never told Groucho that he couldn’t do something because that would just egg him on more. He enjoyed the sport of it all.
We’d be having lunch and he’d say, ‘Excuse me, I gotta go torture the maitre d”, and two minutes later the maitre d’ would be looking like he wanted to strangle him. There was never a dull moment.
He liked me because I could make him laugh: if you could make Groucho laugh that was something. He was a unique entertainer, in that he could do anything — he could sing, play guitar, dance, tell jokes — and he looked at me as that kind of entertainer too. There was a certain absurdity to both of us.
Groucho came to see one of our shows once, and said, ‘Alice is the last hope for vaudeville.’ He saw me in that same tradition he came from.
Groucho would host great dinner parties, but if you had dinner at his house you had to perform afterwards. Except not in your own chosen field: if you were a singer, you had to dance, if you were a dancer, you had to tell jokes. I’d have to sing a Bing Crosby song, not a rock song, Fred Astaire would have to play piano, Mickey Dolenz would have to dance. That made it funnier for everybody. Those were good evenings.
Even in his eighties he was as sharp as a tack. I’d come back home and he’d be chasing my 18-year-old wife around the living room wearing Mickey Mouse ears, or she’d be sitting in his lap. Sheryl would say, ‘Alice, he’s 86, what is he going to do?’, and he’d look up with a smile and a raised eyebrow. He was one of a kind, and I’m proud to have known him as a friend. He was a true legend.
Stumbled across the above whilst poking around here and there, my curiosity having been piqued by the lead item from yesterday’s Memezapoppin‘ post. The above-mentioned pic:
Awwww. Odd couple indeed, no?
Seems the former is always accompanied by a heaping helping of the latter.
The Retrologist’s Guide to Pizza Hut Classics
Plan your visit with this comprehensive list of locationsIn 2019, Pizza Hut brought back its 1974 logo, banking on its nostalgic appeal. I figured that would be the end of it, just a simple marketing tactic soon forgotten. There were no plans announced to bring back the logo in stores, much less redesign the restaurants to look like old Pizza Huts from the chain’s heyday.
But with no fanfare whatsoever, that’s exactly what’s been happening. Pizza Hut has been taking legacy stores and converting them into “Classics.” The formula includes:
- The old logo is used in pole signage as well as at the top of the (usually but not always) red-roofed restaurant. The pole sign features the addition of the word “Classic.”
- The interior features cozy red booths and old-school Pizza Hut lamps.
- Stickers featuring the long-discarded character Pizza Hut Pete are found on the door.
- Posters feature classic photos from Pizza Huts of yore.
- A plaque displays a quote from Pizza Hut co-founder Dan Carney, explaining the concept as a celebration of the brand’s heritage.
The GOOD news: I absolutely love this idea; I think it’s fantastic, and wish them every success with it. The BAD news: Hate to say it and all, particularly in light of the aforementioned good news, but Pizza Hut pizza just isn’t very good.
(Via AoSHQ ONT)
Lakeside Joe pithily welcomes you to Paradise Here Below.
Welcome to Florida — where the sun is loud, the water is everywhere, and the wildlife thinks it owns the place.
Yep, that’s been pretty much the entirety of my personal experience of the place. Well, that and the giant cockroaches.
In which I will cheerfully eat every nasty, insulting word I ever said about Big John Fetterman.
Fetterman Chooses Country Over Party After Iran Operation
Sen. John Fetterman (D-Pa.) backed the U.S. and Israeli strikes on Iran without hesitation, calling Operation Epic Fury entirely appropriate, and said eliminating Ayatollah Ali Khamenei, the un-alived supreme leader of Iran, removed one of the most dangerous figures in modern history.
Well, whaddya know about that. Turns out, there IS one last sane, sensible, patriotic Democrat after all. Good on ya, John.
President Donald Trump confirmed the mission targeted senior regime leadership gathered in Tehran, with early reports stating roughly 40 to 50 of the top Iranian officials were killed in the attack’s early wave. Fetterman didn’t hedge, asking why anybody would grieve leaders of a regime tied to terror networks and decades of repression. He said that Americans should recognize the strategic impact of removing the head of a government that funds violence across the world.
Fetterman’s stance again puts him at odds with several Democratic colleagues who questioned the legality and timing of the strikes. He described their reactions as bizarre. He pointed to the regime’s record, including the 1988 mass executions of political prisoners that killed an estimated 30,000 dissidents under orders tied to regime leadership, making clear the target wasn’t the Iranian people, just the regime.
Vice President JD Vance stated that the administration’s objectives remain preventing Iran from acquiring nuclear weapons. Fetterman said he’d oppose efforts to restrict the president’s authority under the War Powers Resolution.
Because Fetterman’s policy beliefs keep him planted firmly on the left, Fetterman won’t switch parties. But when national security comes into focus, he regularly breaks from progressive orthodoxy and takes a position rooted in deterrence and strength. In a chamber full of Congresscritters using scripted responses, his statements read as uncommon steadiness.
Don’t they just.
Praise, newfound respect, sincere thanks, unstinting acknowledgement from Real American Normals of the man’s plainspoken common sense—with the above well-reasoned, intelligent remarks, Big John Fetterman has earned every last plaudit Our Side can lavish upon him, even if we don’t necessarily agree with him on much else.
Thought about saving this one for Memezapoppin’! later on, but it’s so damned good it deserves its own spot out front right friggin’ NOW.
As well they might, and in fact should.
The reliably-superb Titiana McGrath (that’s how she used to spell it way back when, it seems to have changed recently) lays some of her unique insight and wisdom on us dumbass plebes.
Communism is the only guarantee of human happiness. It has always worked wherever it has been tried. One need only consider the progressive reforms of Joseph Stalin in Russia in the mid-20th century. Those who refused to sign up to Stalin’s ideas tended to die young, which just proves that Communism saves lives.
Now that we’ve reached 2026, surely it’s time to try this system again. Our new era has already begun, with Zohran Mamdani taking over as Mayor of New York. For those who don’t know, Mamdani is a devout Muslim who has promised to make New York a “sanctuary city” for the LGBT+ community. It’s what the Prophet Mohammed would have wanted.
If it’s a choice between being warm or frigid, I know which I’d prefer
Some bigots have argued that homosexuality is incompatible with the Islamic faith. But in fact, homophobia is extremely rare in Muslim-majority countries. This is why there isn’t a single LGBT+ community centre in the whole of Afghanistan. Everyone is so tolerant that there is simply no need for them.
Communism is the philosophy of the masses. Whilst careerist right-wing politicians have wasted years studying for degrees in PPE at Oxford, all of the greatest left-wing leaders of history have been out there working in the real world. Nicolás Maduro was a bus driver. Nicolae Ceaușescu was a shoemaker’s apprentice. Mao Zedong was an assistant librarian. Zohran Mamdani was a rapper whose lyrics promoted intersectional social justice activism.
Who among us could possibly quibble with analysis as penetrating, as incandescently brilliant, as this?
11Ace asks all the critical questions as regards the Boy Who Would Be King’s freshly-failed dig Your Own Damn Selves Out initiative.
Mamdani Calls Upon New Yorkers to Do the Jobs the Government Just Can’t Do — Shoveling Snow; He Says All Applicants Must Show ID Before Shoveling Snow
—Disinformation Expert AceWait, is he saying that black and brown people aren’t allowed to shovel snow? And married women?
Because I have been repeatedly told that black and brown people (and married women) don’t have ID and don’t know how to get ID.
Should we crowdfund an employment discrimination campaign against NYC?
Mamdani is begging for cheap labor to shovel snow because his Theater Kid Incompetence was revealed when he allowed the late January snow to stick around in huge four-foot piles of snow, garbage, and rat feces for a month.
But he says you need to bring ID.
Yeppers, I’d have to call that screwing the pooch by the numbers for sure. Which would be the one and only thing this Mammyjammy assclown has demonstrated himself to have any aptitude for.
11Okay, I gotta admit, this made me laugh.
Dunno if they’re supposed to resemble Zeros or not, but what they look more like to me is FW 190s, excepting the prop spinner. The accompanying textplanation:
Yes, it’s Bluto’s (John Belushi) now iconic gaffe in “Animal House” come true: “Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?” Those are German planes on the cover of Michael J. Clark’s history book for young readers about the sneak attack that brought the U.S. into World War II.
Just think about all of the careless, irresponsible boobs, including the author and the cover artist, who had to breach the ethical values of competence, diligence and respect for that book to be published and put on the market. How many must it have been? Then you can add to that List of Shame our pathetic, ruinous education system, which has produced such a nation of dolts that not even a humble secretary or passing clerk had the knowledge to point out, when they saw the book as it made its way through production, “Uh, aren’t those German planes?” Anyone who did, thus preventing this epic embarrassment, might have received a promotion or a bonus. Or at least someone would have bought him or her a nice lunch.
A history book? SRSLY?!? Just hilarity heaped upon hilarity, really, as far as the eye can see. I do believe this Clark feller’s cover artist probably needs to seek other employment for which he is better suited, lest all the pointing and laughing leave him disillusioned and depressed.
(Via Ed Driscoll)
They’ve taken a SERIOUS wrong turn somewhere along the line, the mincing little queefs.
The Least Laid Generation in History: Gen Z Is Ghosting Sex — and the Implications Are Huge
It’s not just sex: Alcohol consumption has dropped by 54%, with youth (18 to 34) drinking falling ANOTHER 9% just between 2023 and 2025.Maybe that’s not coincidental. Perhaps there’s a causal link (as famed philosopher Jimmy Buffett suggested). Maybe, just like peanut butter and jelly are complementary products, sex and alcohol are, too.
Back in 1991, more than half — 54.1% of all high school students — were sexually active. (The other 45.9% lied about it.) By 2007, the number fell to 47.8%. Four years later, it dropped again to 43%. By 2017, it was just 39.5%.
As of 2023, it’s 31.6%.
What’s going on with kids today, with their wild, out-of-control abstinence and crazy teetotalling?!
Can’t say as I blame ’em, really. Beer and/or hard likker taste about like unwashed butthole smells, frankly, and modern “women” are kinda scary: mean, eternally pissed off at any and everything, and extremely loud about it. Fat as hell, too.
Blacks have to show photo ID to:
Buy themselves a quart of OE down at de sto’
Board a plane, train, or in some places a bus
Attend a rap show or NBA game
Rent a room down at the local hot-sheet flop
Among many, many other situations wherein a valid ID is required. So how is it, then, that shitlibs are flopping around on the damn floor like landed carp over the unthinkable(!) prospect of needing to show proper ID to vote? Gutfeld, bless him, ain’t having any.
Gutfeld Destroys the Democrats’ Voter ID Double Standard, and It’s Glorious
Greg Gutfeld did what Greg Gutfeld does best on his late-night show this week: he grabbed a Democrat talking point, shook it until the hypocrisy fell out, and then held it up for everyone to see. The target was Democrats’ favorite attack line against voter ID laws, and specifically the SAVE Act, which they have hysterically branded as “Jim Crow 2.0.”Gutfeld opened by zeroing in on the left’s most glaring contradiction. “You got to hand it to the Democrats,” he said. “On one hand, they think a child can handle the decision to lop off their genitals, but then on the other, they think black people can’t get a photo ID.”
To make his point, Gutfeld played a clip of Senate Minority Leader Chuck Schumer having a meltdown over the legislation. “The SAVE Act is an abomination,” Schumer declared. “It’s Jim Crow 2.0 across the country.” Schumer went on to vow, “We are going to do everything we can to stop it.”
From there, Gutfeld dismantled the comparison itself. “To them, showing an ID to vote is no different than forcing people to drink from separate water fountains,” he said. The absurdity becomes obvious when placed next to everyday life. “Meanwhile, you need an ID to buy Sudafed, rent a U-Haul, and date Bill Belichick.”
The contradiction gets worse when Democrats lecture Americans about trusting elections. “The same people who tell you borders are fake, gender is a choice, and crime is a social construct,” Gutfeld said, “suddenly insist elections should be taken on faith.”
He closed by boiling the issue down to its core. “The SAVE Act isn’t about stopping people from voting,” Gutfeld said. “It’s about stopping people from cheating.”
Hey now, Greg, they resemble those remarks.
Bold mine.
Rest in peace to the victims. Gender ideology must be utterly decimated before it continues to destroy more innocent souls.
“Decimated,” you say? Why sure, if what you want is to decrease gender ideologies’ prevalence by a whopping one-tenth. See, “decimate” has a very specific meaning, and I do not think that it means what you think it means.
decimate
verb dec·i·mate ˈde-sə-ˌmāt decimated; decimating Synonyms of decimate transitive verb
1 history : to select by lot and kill every tenth member of
decimate a regiment
More.
In the military of ancient Rome, decimation (from Latin decimatio ‘destruction of a tenth’) was a form of military discipline in which every tenth man in a group was executed by members of his cohort. The discipline was used by senior commanders in the Roman army to punish units or large groups guilty of capital offences, such as cowardice, mutiny, desertion, and insubordination, and for pacification of rebellious legions.
The historicity of the punishment during the early and middle republic is questioned, and it may be an ahistorical rhetorical construct of the late republic. Regardless, the first well-attested instance was in 72 BC during the war against Spartacus under the command of Marcus Licinius Crassus. Further instances followed in the next century, mostly occurring during times of civil strife, before falling out of use after AD 69. There is evidence of the punishment’s revival in the post-classical world, such as during the Thirty Years’ War and World War I.
In modern English, the word is used most commonly not to mean a destruction of a tenth but rather annihilation.
Which common usage is totally fucked up, back-asswards, and wrong. Hence, the great annoyance on my part therefrom.
Update! Another longstanding pet peeve of mine.
How can anyone seriously still pretend we don’t have an Islamist extremism problem?
‘Far too many of the mosques in Britain are teaching Islamism. It’s being normalised and not being called out.
Um, sorry to have to tell ya and all, guys, but you Brit wankers have neither an “Islamist extremism” problem nor an “Islamism” problem. What you have, in fact, is an Islam problem. “Islamist” and “Islamic extremism” are merely rhetorical dodges deployed by pusillanimous Westerners to aid them in avoiding the actual issue.
Updated update! Yet another of my personal pet peeves, this particular one a hobby-horse I’ve been flogging the crap out of for a good, long while now.
See that garbage? “Female in a dress with” etc etc. FEMALE. Except, of course, that the TR shooter was no such thing—the violently insane perp was an 18 year old Pyrsynzz of Penis™ name of Jesse Strang. Which makes this kid, far from anything recognizable as “transgender,” a fucking TRANSVESTITE. Precisely as I’ve been insisting for many years now. Bootlessly, natch.
This is and ever shall be the case with all the Mrs Bruce “Barbara” Jenners of the world unless and until such time as they see fit to have the male courting tackle hacked off and tossed into a medical waste incinerator, like my former legs.
A Christmas story for the ages, one that exemplifies courage, character, and unswerving commitment to the non-negotiable demands of personal honor, patriotic duty, and obligation.
Late in Bing Crosby’s life, his nephew Howard asked him a casual question while they were out playing golf together.
“What was the single most difficult thing you ever had to do in your career?”
Howard expected Hollywood stories. Maybe gossip about a demanding director. Perhaps… pic.twitter.com/KGKfTgAVmu— Farm Girl Carrie 👩🌾 (@FarmGirlCarrie)
“Show more,” my saggy, baggy ass.
Late in Bing Crosby’s life, his nephew Howard asked him a casual question while they were out playing golf together.
“What was the single most difficult thing you ever had to do in your career?”
Howard expected Hollywood stories. Maybe gossip about a demanding director. Perhaps the pressure of a high-stakes film production or a struggle with studio executives.Bing didn’t have to think about it at all.
December 1944. Northern France. The war in Europe was grinding toward its bloody conclusion.Bing Crosby was on a USO tour, performing for American GIs and British soldiers far from home during the coldest, darkest days of winter.
That night, they set up an open-air stage in a field.Fifteen thousand soldiers gathered to watch. Bing was joined by Dinah Shore and the Andrews Sisters.
They sang, they joked, they made the men laugh and holler—a brief moment of joy in the middle of a war zone.
Then came the closing number.
“White Christmas.”The song had already become an anthem for homesick soldiers since its release in 1942. It played constantly on Armed Forces Radio. Men who hadn’t seen their families in years, who didn’t know if they ever would again, heard those opening notes and thought of snow-covered streets and Christmas trees and the homes they’d left behind.
As Bing began to sing, he looked out at the audience. Fifteen thousand men were crying. He had to finish the song. He had to maintain his composure and his vocal control while 15,000 soldiers wept in front of him. He told his nephew it was the toughest thing he ever had to do in his entire career.
What made Bing Crosby’s USO performances different from his Hollywood appearances were the small choices he made. He refused to wear his toupee. He hated the thing—called it a “scalp doily”-and wore it only when absolutely necessary for films.
But entertaining troops was different. “If I’m entertaining troops,” he said, “I’m not going to wear anything phony like a toupee. Forget it.”
He also insisted that officers and brass could not sit in the front rows. Those seats were reserved for enlisted men. The soldiers who would be on the front lines. The men who faced the greatest danger.
A few days after that performance in the field, those same soldiers were sent into combat. The Battle of the Bulge began on December 16, 1944. It was the largest and bloodiest battle fought by the United States in World War II.
The Germans launched a surprise offensive through the Ardennes Forest in a desperate attempt to split the Allied lines. Many of the men who had wept listening to “White Christmas” in that field in France never came home.
Bing Crosby tried to enlist when the war began. He was told he was too old. General George C. Marshall, the Army’s chief of staff, told him directly:
“Look, Bing, we don’t need you in the front lines. We need you raising money for the war effort.” He wasn’t just an entertainer to them. He was a piece of home. Bing never forgot it. 🙏♥️
Leftists who viscerally hate anything that reminds them of what America once was have smeared Bing Crosby as a nasty, hateful racist, bully, and two-bit tyrant who viciously ran roughshod over others and used his wife and children as punching bags—a distorted, unidimensional portrait which disgracefully omits the man’s finer qualities.
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1Don’t bother, they’re here.
New York magazine writer stumps Zohran Mamdani, top aides with ‘cost of living’ question
A magazine reporter stumped Mayor-elect Zohran Mamdani and his closest advisers with a question about lowering the cost of living in the Big Apple.Mamdani and his crew didn’t have an answer when a New York Magazine writer asked for a comparable city as the democratic socialist waxed poetic about his lofty “principle” of bringing down the cost of living in the five boroughs.
“I asked him and some of his advisers if there were cities that had pulled this off that New York could emulate, places that had managed to meaningfully lower the cost of living. None sprang to mind,” the article stated.
“Talk to policy experts, and they find the prospect laughable; the only cities where this has happened are ones where the quality of life dropped so dramatically that no one wanted to live there anymore.”
Point being…? What with the recent mass exodus of the last pitiful handful of sensible, intelligent souls from the ruins, NYC is already sprinting just as hard and fast as it can for the very bottom of that particular fly-blown dungheap. And with commie nitwit Zsa Zsa “A job? ME?!?” Mammyjammy at the wheel, you gotta like their chances. Taking the checkered flag in this particular race is nothing to get excited about, certainly. Even so, purblind City dwellers had better make the most of it and enjoy the Booby Prize while they can—this will be the last victory New Yorkers will have for a long, long time. Après MammyJammy, le déluge.
Clearly, the above-mentioned New Yorker hack didn’t get the memo: you never, but NEVER, ask a Socialist a question about economic policy. They know about as much on that subject as famous retard Tampon Timmeh! Walz does about string theory, therefore are sure to make a dog’s breakfast of the whole enterprise.
Sorry to be the bearer of bad tidings, gang, but after all the years, all the tears, and all the predictions of imminent doom which turned out to be a trifle premature, New York is truly over and done with. You only get so many spins of the cylinder before a loaded chamber comes up, so many goes at taunting the tiger before the tiger chews you to pieces and spits you out. About three weeks worth of MammyJammy (mis)rule ought to put the final nail in NYC’s coffin. Resilient as the City has proven itself to be time and again, selecting as Mayor a dull-witted, silver-spoonfed Muzzrat Richie Rich who has never worked a day in his useless life is a self-inflicted wound from which Noo Yawk Fuckin’ City will not recover.
Trump must continue to hammer the point home like a broken record: there will be NO bailout, NO federal relief programs, NO FederalGovCo knight in shining armor riding up on his snow-white charger to pull NYC’s chestnuts out of the fire in the very nick of time. New Yorkers, having voted for the assclown MammyJammy overwhelmingly—a landslide romp which, in effect, bestows one of the strongest mandates ever on an egomaniacal muttonhead who is singularly illl-equipped to wield it judiciously—now have no one but themselves to blame for what they’ll soon be getting. Let them get it then, Mencken-style (ie, good and hard), until they’re so completely downcast that the humiliation of this latest and greatest folly in a long and distinguished line of foolish, impenitent acts of municipal auto-annihilation shall be seared into their collective memory forever.
May New Yorkers rue the day they made such an suicidally-unwise choice. May the impending catastrophe scar them so indelibly they will be driven to reconsider…well, damned near everythiing, actually. May the enduring pain of this experience burn away, like a chill morning fog, their abiding arrogance; their deep-seated superiority complex; their ahistorical ignorance; and their counterfactual assumptions. May the sight of their once-majestic City burning all around them—collapsing into violence, lawlessness, and anarchy thanks to their own infantile prejudices and delusions—inspire them at long last to embrace humility, contrition, and thoughtfulness.
And if that doesn’t work out, just build a 40-foot high, razor-wire-topped, concrete wall around Manhattan, post armed guards along the perimeter, shut off the electricity, rename it Manhattan Island Federal Penitentiary. Then, should PoTUS’s chopper go down inside the Wall, send Snake Plissken in to bring the blaggard back out again.
Also, YIKES! And: YUCK!!
Campbell’s has dismissed an executive who allegedly referred to the soup company’s products as being made for “poor people” and denigrated its Indian employees.
Martin Bally, who was the vice-president of Campbell’s information technology department, was recorded making the alleged comments by another employee.
Campbell’s – which started producing canned condensed soup in 1897, and whose cans feature in some of Andy Warhol’s best-known 1960s pop artworks – said it had reviewed the recording and believed the voice to belong to Bally.
Campbell’s made “highly processed food” and “shit for fucking poor people”, Bally reportedly told a former employee, Robert Garza, according to a wrongful termination lawsuit filed by Garza.
In an hour-long rant, broadcast by a Michigan TV station, Bally goes on to say: “Who buys our shit? I don’t buy Campbell’s products barely any more. It’s not healthy now that I know what the fuck’s in it … bioengineered meat.
“I don’t wanna eat a piece of chicken that came from a 3D printer.”
Allegedly referring to Campbell’s employees of Indian heritage, Bally said: “Fucking Indians don’t know a fucking thing … Like they couldn’t think for their fucking selves.”
Campbell’s dismissed Bally’s allegation that the chicken used in its soups was “bioengineered”, calling the comments about its food “not only inaccurate – they are patently absurd”.
Well, I don’t know about the rest of y’all, but I am completely reassured by that heartfelt, sincere, not at all self-serving statement.
FULL DISCLOSURE: I’ve been eating Certain kinds of Campbell’s Chunky Soup for most of my life and always liked ’em well enough. That said, I must also admit that I’ve had my suspicions about the meat in ’em for years, especially the alleged “ham” in their “Hearty Bean And Ham” variety.
Sorry, Mr Anonymous Corporate Spokescritter, but I ain’t buying it. I have no idea what that nasty shit might actually be, but if it IS ham, I will cheerfully, lovingly kiss the raspy ass of every last Campbell’s executive, “chef,” and PR weasel.
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—Dwight D. Eisenhower
"To put it simply, the Left is the stupid and the insane, led by the evil. You can’t persuade the stupid or the insane and you had damn well better fight the evil."
—Skeptic
"There is no better way to stamp your power on people than through the dead hand of bureaucracy. You cannot reason with paperwork."
—David Black, from Turn Left For Gibraltar
"If the laws of God and men, are therefore of no effect, when the magistracy is left at liberty to break them; and if the lusts of those who are too strong for the tribunals of justice, cannot be otherwise restrained than by sedition, tumults and war, those seditions, tumults and wars, are justified by the laws of God and man."
—John Adams
"The limits of tyranny are prescribed by the endurance of those whom they oppress."
—Frederick Douglass
"Give me the media and I will make of any nation a herd of swine."
—Joseph Goebbels
“I hope we once again have reminded people that man is not free unless government is limited. There’s a clear cause and effect here that is as neat and predictable as a law of physics: As government expands, liberty contracts.”
—Ronald Reagan
"Ain't no misunderstanding this war. They want to rule us and aim to do it. We aim not to allow it. All there is to it."
—NC Reed, from Parno's Peril
"I just want a government that fits in the box it originally came in."
—Bill Whittle
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