Category: Communist

Beer Delivery Through 9-1-1!

“A 6 Pack of Bud at 222 Elm St., Mr. Smith? It’ll Be Right Over!”
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I live in New England. The six states that comprise New England are Maine, Vermont, New Hampshire, Connecticut, Rhode Island and Massachusetts. It’s a great place to live if you throw out places like Connecticut. Why Connecticut and not, say, Maine? There is one major difference between the two states – Maine sells liquor on Sundays and in Connecticut, you can’t even stop by a 7-11 and buy a six pack on Sunday! That’s Communism pure and simple. “But, Toby!”, you protest. “You don’t even drink, so what’s the big deal?” Well, here’s your answer, smartypants. It’s un-American! It’s every American drunk’s right to be able to spend part of the Sabbath drinking the adult beverage of his choice! It says so right in the Constitution of the United States! Or somewhere. No alcohol sales on Sunday lowers the Former Professional Drinker Rating of any state – like New Mexico, no alcohol sales on Sunday. At least when I lived in New Mexico, it was a short trip to Texas get get some beer. Or Colorado – they sell on 3.2 beer on Sundays in Colorado. Have you ever tasted 3.2 beer? I highly advise against it. Be prepared and buy your Sunday NFL Game beer on Saturday if you live in Colorado. Unless you live in extreme southeastern Colorado, it’s too far too go to Texas to get a case of barley pop on Sunday. No package sales of booze on Sunday qualifies Connecticut as a Dumbass State. Why, such no alcohol sales on Sunday encourage criminal behavior! I can prove it.

There’s a nice Senior Citizen Drunk, in other words, an Old Lush, living in Bridgeport, Connecticut who has been driven – driven, I say! – to a life of petty crime so he can get hammered on the Lord’s Day. This dumbass Senior Citizen Drunk did what any self-respecting alcoholic would do when he ran out of beer on a recent Sunday. What did the drunk dumbass do? He called 911! Not once, but three times! This old dumbass was doing some serious Jonesin’ for a Pabst Blue Ribbon. To his credit, however, he did offer to pay the Police to do a quick beer run for him, even though beer is not sold on Sunday in Communist Connecticut. That was the fatal flaw in his plan. That and calling 911 to deliver the suds to his house. See? I told you that no alcohol sales on Sunday would create criminal behavior in drunks all across the state. And since the cops wouldn’t deliver it if they could, they (the cops) are relegated to answering calls about stoopid stuff like shootings and robberies. What a crock of shit that is. To protect and serve indeed!

I have a solution to this most urgent of problems that satisfies thirsty drunks and liquor store owners alike. Connecticut is a very small state, so delivery of booze to the needy drunk should be considered by capitalist pigs in border cities in neighboring states, as distance isn’t really an issue. Maybe some enterprising booze vendor in a surrounding state could set up a Drunks R Us delivery kind of deal. He’d make a ton of money, create new jobs and thus would increase tax revenue for his home state! As an added bonus, the booze delivery guys would spend more money on gasoline, thereby helping out another business person at the same time! That would then piss off the Climate Change Dickweeds who would belch and spew snot everywhere because of the added CO2 released into the environment. And what would Pissed Off Climate Change Dickweeds need in order to throw a first rate protest? Signs! Enter the local sign making guy who can also profit from this ingenious idea. Trickle down economics, baby! This deal is so simple even a first grader could have figgered it out. But, then again, I know very few first graders that like beer. Sure, there are some kinks to be worked out, but this idea is absolutely brilliant! Oh, yeah…and such nuisance 911 calls from drunk dumbasses would be all but eliminated. Except for the lushes from Bridgeport. But that’s another story for another day.

Dumbass.

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Smackin’ Around Dumbass Leftists

Happy Birthday to the United States Marine Corps! Semper Fi!

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I owe some members of the Dumbass Horde an apology. This specific “wing” of the Horde are the Dumbasses who come to this two time award-winning blog (as proof I’ll add the award logo to the sidebar soon) to bitch, moan,complain and scream raaaaacism, amongst other lies brought on by a major lack of reading comprehension, about what I write. Products of public schools no doubt. Or products of Liberal Pussy parents. But I repeat myself.

My apology, sincere and heartfelt, is due to the fact that I forgot to wish those Dumbasses a Happy May Day. May Day is a big deal in the Commie World that these pencil neck weenies occupy (Wall Street). I made a Commie Funny, huh, Comrades? Now before you Marxist asswipes start crying about what a mean and misinformed Neanderthal I am, let me point you to the official Commie perspective of May Day. I’ll write very slowly so you can understand what it is that you are protesting/making a damn fool of yourself/looking like a brain dead moonbat for. Click. This. Link. To. Learn. Something.

Or get somebody to read it to you, as it has no pretty pictures of unicorns shitting Skittles.

I’ll wait for you.

Such Nice Young People

Now that, via the link above, I have handed you your worthless ass on a silver platter by presenting those pesky things called facts, don’t come crying to me when one day you grow up and/or get out of rehab and realize that on all those occasions in which you participated in an Occupy (insert latest Commie Buzz Word here) event, you were trashing the country and the founding documents that allowed you to make a total boil on the ass of Humanity out of yourself.

You should thank a Conservative for helping to stave off your “leaders'” efforts to destroy what True Americans hold dear – the God-given Right to Be a Dumbass. Or worse.

Better yet, thank a cop or a current or past member of the Armed Forces of the United States for fighting, and in millions of instances giving up their LIFE, so you can breathe the air of those you are “protesting”. By “protesting” I of course mean harassing, intimidating and otherwise disrespecting. But what’s a little taking a shit on a police car or a few rapes in your tent cities between friends?

You guys kill me. In a metaphorical sense of the word, of course.

Free Advice from a Redneck 

OK, Occupy Pus Pockets, because I believe and have hope in even the worst of the worst of you, I feel compelled to pass along some things you might want to learn and commit to memory. Best of all, I’ll do it for free! You used tampons like free stuff don’t you? Then you’ll absolutely love what I am about to edify you with, again, at no cost to you. Yet.

Free Things for Smelly Commie Pussies to Keep in Mind

  • Hope and pray that the next cop car you take a dump on is being driven by a police officer who is in a real good mood. Otherwise, he/she just might take exception with your actions and relocate you to a nice cozy jail cell in Harlem, occupied (<—another Commie funny; I kill me) by a former enforcer for the Black Panthers named “Foot Long” who hasn’t had butt sex for an extended period of time. “Foot Long” will show your anal cavity some real occupation.
  • It would behoove you to keep abreast of which of the people you are irritating the hell out of have 6th Degree Black Belts in some form of Asian self defense that I can’t even pronounce, much less spell. As a Public Service to you, I present the tale of a dearly departed Chinese guy who was the recipient of a form of this discipline called Gazebo Fu. 
  • While I do not condone violence unless it is necessary to the plot, I, and many folks just like me, are prepared to a) kick your stinking unAmerican ass if provoked to that point or b) if within the parameters of the Law, blow you and your crotch critters to Kingdom Come. An example of this type of retribution would be if you harmed, or attempted to harm, our women or children or threatened the sanctity of our property, thus creating a sense of fear for the safety of our families. That’s just common sense. Deal. With. It.
  •  Here’s a very valuable, yet free, reminder about the mindset of some of the people you are fucking with. The only reason they carry (with proper certification, licensing, etc.) a .45 is that Smith & Wesson doesn’t make a .46. I’m just sayin’
  • You are breathing their air.

Still With Me?

That’s about all I have for now, Comrade. I hope you find the information in this post useful, because it is certainly pertinent to the situation in which you have put yourselves. Re-read it (or have it re-read to you) and be uplifted.

I hope and pray that you Green Turds in the Punch Bowl can maintain a modicum of civility towards those with whom you so vehemently disagree and consider yourselves fortunate that they have acted towards you with little more than looks of disgust, which you so richly deserve and feelings of pity, which you don’t.

And take a bath. The lice in your dog shit-lookin’ hair do haven’t had a drop of water in weeks.

Idiots. And…

Dumbasses.

A Day Late: Happy May Day! I’d Like to Kick Your Ass! Twice.

I owe some members of the Dumbass Horde an apology. This specific “wing” of the Horde are the Dumbasses who come to this two time award-winning blog (as proof I’ll add the award logo to the sidebar soon) to bitch, moan,complain and scream raaaaacism, amongst other lies brought on by a major lack of reading comprehension, about what I write. Products of public schools no doubt. Or products of Liberal Pussy parents. But I repeat myself.

My apology, sincere and heartfelt, is due to the fact that I forgot to wish those Dumbasses a Happy May Day. May Day is a big deal in the Commie World that these pencil neck weenies occupy (Wall Street). I made a Commie Funny, huh, Comrades? Now before you Marxist asswipes start crying about what a mean and misinformed Neanderthal I am, let me point you to the official Commie perspective of May Day. I’ll write very slowly so you can understand what it is that you are protesting/making a damn fool of yourself/looking like a brain dead moonbat for. Click. This. Link. To. Learn. Something.

Or get somebody to read it to you, as it has no pretty pictures of unicorns shitting Skittles.

I’ll wait for you.

Such Nice Young People

Now that, via the link above, I have handed you your worthless ass on a silver platter by presenting those pesky things called facts, don’t come crying to me when one day you grow up and/or get out of rehab and realize that on all those occasions in which you participated in an Occupy (insert latest Commie Buzz Word here) event, you were trashing the country and the founding documents that allowed you to make a total boil on the ass of Humanity out of yourself.

You should thank a Conservative for helping to stave off your “leaders'” efforts to destroy what True Americans hold dear – the God-given Right to Be a Dumbass. Or worse.

Better yet, thank a cop or a current or past member of the Armed Forces of the United States for fighting, and in millions of instances giving up their LIFE, so you can breathe the air of those you are “protesting”. By “protesting” I of course mean harassing, intimidating and otherwise disrespecting. But what’s a little taking a shit on a police car or a few rapes in your tent cities between friends?

You guys kill me. In a metaphorical sense of the word, of course.

Free Advice from a Redneck 


OK, Occupy Pus Pockets, because I believe and have hope in even the worst of the worst of you, I feel compelled to pass along some things you might want to learn and commit to memory. Best of all, I’ll do it for free! You used tampons like free stuff don’t you? Then you’ll absolutely love what I am about to edify you with, again, at no cost to you. Yet.

Free Things for Smelly Commie Pussies to Keep in Mind

  • Hope and pray that the next cop car you take a dump on is being driven by a police officer who is in a real good mood. Otherwise, he/she just might take exception with your actions and relocate you to a nice cozy jail cell in Harlem, occupied (<—another Commie funny; I kill me) by a former enforcer for the Black Panthers named “Foot Long” who hasn’t had butt sex for an extended period of time. “Foot Long” will show your anal cavity some real occupation.
  • It would behoove you to keep abreast of which of the people you are irritating the hell out of have 6th Degree Black Belts in some form of Asian self defense that I can’t even pronounce, much less spell. As a Public Service to you, I present the tale of a dearly departed Chinese guy who was the recipient of a form of this discipline called Gazebo Fu. 
  • While I do not condone violence unless it is necessary to the plot, I, and many folks just like me, are prepared to a) kick your stinking unAmerican ass if provoked to that point or b) if within the parameters of the Law, blow you and your crotch critters to Kingdom Come. An example of this type of retribution would be if you harmed, or attempted to harm, our women or children or threatened the sanctity of our property, thus creating a sense of fear for the safety of our families. That’s just common sense. Deal. With. It.
  •  Here’s a very valuable, yet free, reminder about the mindset of some of the people you are fucking with. The only reason they carry (with proper certification, licensing, etc.) a .45 is that Smith & Wesson doesn’t make a .46. I’m just sayin’
  • You are breathing their air.

Still With Me?

That’s about all I have for now, Comrade. I hope you find the information in this post useful, because it is certainly pertinent to the situation in which you have put yourselves. Re-read it (or have it re-read to you) and be uplifted.

I hope and pray that you Green Turds in the Punch Bowl can maintain a modicum of civility towards those with whom you so vehemently disagree and consider yourselves fortunate that they have acted towards you with little more than looks of disgust, which you so richly deserve and feelings of pity, which you don’t.

And take a bath. The lice in your dog shit-lookin’ hair do haven’t had a drop of water in weeks.

Idiots. And…

Dumbasses.

Best of "Dumbass News": Ordering Beer Through 911!

I wrote this post last May, I think, and it contains an absolutely Nobel Prize Worthy in Economics solution to the financial difficulties that face the Communist State of Connecticut. It’s such a simple plan, that I’m surprised some Commie Connecticutter hasn’t proposed it yet. You’ll recognize the sheer brilliance of this idea right away. Provided you are not a Commie Connecticutter. Or a tea totaler. 

I live in New England. The six states that comprise New England are Maine, Vermont, New Hampshire, Connecticut, Rhode Island and Massachusetts. It’s a great place to live if you throw out places like Connecticut. Why Connecticut and not, say, Maine? There is one major difference between the two states – Maine sells liquor on Sundays and in Connecticut, you can’t even stop by a 7-11 and buy a six pack on Sunday! That’s Communism pure and simple. “But, Toby!”, you protest. “You don’t even drink, so what’s the big deal?” Well, here’s your answer, smartypants. It’s un-American! It’s every American drunk’s right to be able to spend part of the Sabbath drinking the adult beverage of his choice! It says so right in the Constitution of the United States! Or somewhere. No alcohol sales on Sunday lowers the Former Professional Drinker Rating of any state – like New Mexico, no alcohol sales on Sunday. At least when I lived in New Mexico, it was a short trip to Texas get get some beer. Or Colorado – they sell on 3.2 beer on Sundays in Colorado. Have you ever tasted 3.2 beer? I highly advise against it. Be prepared and buy your Sunday NFL Game beer on Saturday if you live in Colorado. Unless you live in extreme southeastern Colorado, it’s too far too go to Texas to get a case of barley pop on Sunday. No package sales of booze on Sunday qualifies Connecticut as a Dumbass State. Why, such no alcohol sales on Sunday encourage criminal behavior! I can prove it.

“A 6 pack of Bud to 222 Maine Street? We’re on the way, Mr. Jones!”

There’s a nice Senior Citizen Drunk, in other words, an Old Lush, living in Bridgeport, Connecticut who has been driven – driven, I say! – to a life of petty crime so he can get hammered on the Lord’s Day. This dumbass Senior Citizen Drunk did what any self-respecting alcoholic would do when he ran out of beer on a recent Sunday. What did the drunk dumbass do? He called 911! Not once, but three times! This old dumbass was doing some serious Jonesin’ for a Pabst Blue Ribbon. To his credit, however, he did offer to pay the Police to do a quick beer run for him, even though beer is not sold on Sunday in Communist Connecticut. That was the fatal flaw in his plan. That and calling 911 to deliver the suds to his house. See? I told you that no alcohol sales on Sunday would create criminal behavior in drunks all across the state. And since the cops wouldn’t deliver it if they could, they (the cops) are relegated to answering calls about stoopid stuff like shootings and robberies. What a crock of shit that is. To protect and serve indeed!

I have a solution to this most urgent of problems that satisfies thirsty drunks and liquor store owners alike. Connecticut is a very small state, so delivery of booze to the needy drunk should be considered by capitalist pigs in border cities in neighboring states, as distance isn’t really an issue. Maybe some enterprising booze vendor in a surrounding state could set up a Drunks R Us delivery kind of deal. He’d make a ton of money, create new jobs and thus would increase tax revenue for his home state! As an added bonus, the booze delivery guys would spend more money on gasoline, thereby helping out another business person at the same time! That would then piss off the Climate Change Dickweeds who would belch and spew snot everywhere because of the added CO2 released into the environment. And what would Pissed Off Climate Change Dickweeds need in order to throw a first rate protest? Signs! Enter the local sign making guy who can also profit from this ingenious idea. Trickle down economics, baby! This deal is so simple even a first grader could have figgered it out. But, then again, I know very few first graders that like beer. Sure, there are some kinks to be worked out, but this idea is absolutely brilliant! Oh, yeah…and such nuisance 911 calls from drunk dumbasses would be all but eliminated. Except for the lushes from Bridgeport. But that’s another story for another day.

Dumbass.