Three Beers Later...

An Experiment in Adjusting an Alcohol-based Reality Filter. The more beer you drink, the more the world seems to make sense. I'm not sure if this is the beer's fault, or the world's. Experiments proceed. For pigeonholing purposes, I consider myself a South Park Conservative: I believe in Loose Women and Tight Borders but I'm getting anime porn and legally mandated lounges for day laborers...further adjustment to the model may be needed. e-mail me at slayerdaddy-AT-yahoo.com

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Thursday, February 2, 2012

Joy McCann getting boned by one of "our own..." UPDATED!

... If by "one of our own" you mean "someone who wants to be Arianna when they grow up...."

One of the real "joys" of this last campaign season is finding out how many of our "top" pundits, bloggers, sites, etc., have only been in it for our bucks.

Joy ain't one of them.

If you can, swing by her site and hit her tip jar a skosh.

UPDATE: Joy says the shitbirds are making noises about paying her. I'll believe it when I see it. In the meantime, her tip jar is still there.