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Loyal to the end.  What a good soldier.  Too bad she's about to be thrown into the dustbin of history.  One wonders if she knows that.

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It would appear that Mr Murdoch is moving right along before shitstains post election shit attaches to the brand.

Makes you wonder how many Fox acolytes will ditch Faux and go full conspiracy theory?

 I'm guessing not too many, Faux has become a fireside place of comfort for many and the ratings for Donnie are prolly in freefall.

Will they remain pegged to the right or swing a little further to centre, remember its the tail wagging the dog here.

People want to hear what they wanna hear.

Say isn't it time that Hannity and Tucker had a long  overdue vaccay?

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35 minutes ago, benwynn said:

Even Fox News can't stomach this shit anymore.

 

 

That was great but realistically Neil is the one of the very few on Fox who would pull the plug on her.  Maybe Sandra and Brett

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22 minutes ago, Sol Rosenberg said:

She’s my favorite cast member. Absolutely shameless. 

She’s the Press Secretary.  Isn’t it illegal to act as the Campaign spokesperson?
 

Hatch act?

Off topic Shameless is a great series.

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19 minutes ago, Navig8tor said:

It would appear that Mr Murdoch is moving right along before shitstains post election shit attaches to the brand.

Makes you wonder how many Fox acolytes will ditch Faux and go full conspiracy theory?

 I'm guessing not too many, Faux has become a fireside place of comfort for many and the ratings for Donnie are prolly in freefall.

Will they remain pegged to the right or swing a little further to centre, remember its the tail wagging the dog here.

People want to hear what they wanna hear.

Say isn't it time that Hannity and Tucker had a long  overdue vaccay?

You'd think the workload would be down anyway with all that investigative.... *ahem* journalism... regarding Hunter Biden's laptop coming to a halt.

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2 minutes ago, Fakenews said:

She’s the Press Secretary.  Isn’t it illegal to act as the Campaign spokesperson?
 

Hatch act?

Off topic Shameless is a great series.

She gave a “disclaimer”. It’s all such shameless bullshit

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2 minutes ago, Fakenews said:

She’s the Press Secretary.  Isn’t it illegal to act as the Campaign spokesperson?
 

Hatch act?

Oh yean... The house could subpoena her. 

 

 

I kill myself sometimes.

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how can you listen and look at her and NOT think she enjoys....no, demands anal sex

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1 minute ago, dacapo said:

how can you listen and look at her and NOT think she enjoys....no, demands anal sex

She uses a strap-on?

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According to my friend, she reminds him of a girl who thought she was a great domme but failed to comprehend how to make the experience sensual. 
“All she wanted to do was hit me and  get paid, “ he said. 
 

There was a loooong silence at the restaurant table. The rest of us hurried through our margaritas and beers and made up reasons to leave. 

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1 hour ago, Sol Rosenberg said:

She’s my favorite cast member. Absolutely shameless. 

yup, bitch is a specimen.

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29 minutes ago, dacapo said:

how can you listen and look at her and NOT think she enjoys....no, demands anal sex

But she was just on TV explaining why her arsehole isn't fucked...

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Even a proven shameless network has had enough of the lies.

One of the King Rats just left the SS Trump.

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14 minutes ago, Gouvernail said:

According to my friend, she reminds him of a girl who thought she was a great domme but failed to comprehend how to make the experience sensual. 
“All she wanted to do was hit me and  get paid, “ he said. 
 

There was a loooong silence at the restaurant table. The rest of us hurried through our margaritas and beers and made up reasons to leave. 

I was in a bar one friday afternoon with workmates.

One of them was a petite very pretty female, single and one of those there was trying hard to bonk her.  Anyway she said she was going to have a few beers to drown out her breakup with her boy friend the day before "very traumatic".

So, the question finally came "Oh, so sorry the hear that, (wink) So what happened?"

"Well, he wanted to have anal sex!"

Well a couple of us had beer coming out our noses ... getting napkins to wipe it off my shirt.

There was a silence where each of us stole glances at each other, wondering who was going to say it.  Finally one did. 

"So, what's wrong with that?"

 

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1 minute ago, astro said:

I was in a bar one friday afternoon with workmates.

One of them was a petite very pretty female, single and one of those there was trying hard to bonk her.  Anyway she said she was going to have a few beers to drown out her breakup with her boy friend the day before "very traumatic".

So, the question finally came "Oh, so sorry the hear that, (wink) So what happened?"

"Well, he wanted to have anal sex!"

Well a couple of us had beer coming out our noses ... getting napkins to wipe it off my shirt.

There was a silence where each of us stole glances at each other, wondering who was going to say it.  Finally one did. 

"So, what's wrong with that?"

 

I would've loved to have asked her "Does he want to give or receive?"

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35 minutes ago, dacapo said:

how can you listen and look at her and NOT think she enjoys....no, demands anal sex

At this point that gem about Coulter demanding to have her ass ravaged should be cued...

But I don't have it copied.

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8 minutes ago, SloopJonB said:

At this point that gem about Coulter demanding to have her ass ravaged should be cued...

But I don't have it copied.

It easy to find but I’m not clicking there.

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9 minutes ago, SloopJonB said:

At this point that gem about Coulter demanding to have her ass ravaged should be cued...

But I don't have it copied.

Sunday, April 24, 2005

The Farmer’s Market on Fairfax and 3rd is a Los Angeles landmark, attracting tourists and everyday Angelinos alike, as well as many famous faces. Among the celebrities I have seen there are Muhammad Ali, Terri Garr, Tyra Banks, Laura Linney, Keenan Ivory Wayans, the guitarist for The Cult, Lawrence Hilton-Jacobs, and Weird Al Yankovic.

But Ann Coulter is the only celebrity I’ve ever spotted at Farmer’s Market that I wound up fucking in the ass, hard.

It would be fair to observe that my feeling obligated to present the list of celebrities above in roughly Black-White-Black-White order is indicative of my own carefully Liberal sensibilities. And that this sort of conscientiousness is more than a little ridiculous, on examination. But what I notice about myself only on reflection, Ann Coulter seemed to recognize and respond to in an instant, like a puma recognizes an injured giselle. For Ann Coulter is a predator. A predator with a hungry asshole.

I first spotted her sitting at a table in front of The Gumbo Pot with another woman who looked not unlike her, but a generation older (I neglected to ask her at any point subsequently whether this had in fact been her mother). I vaguely recognized her—there’s always a lag time placing faces you know from cable when unconfined to a telescreen—and began to notice, stealing furtive glances up from the copy of Steinbeck I was reading, that she was eyeing me with unsettling scrutiny.

The next thing I knew, her companion (mother?) had left and Coulter was standing over me, looking skeptically at my reading material.

‘The Grapes of Wrath, huh?’

‘Yes’ I said, faking composure. ‘It’s fantastic.’

‘It’s a fantastic primer for vacuous proto-Communists everywhere,’ she said dismissively.

‘I don’t know about that..’

She sighed. ‘I don’t have enough ink in my pen to keep a running list of what you don’t know. May I?’

She motioned to the empty chair next to me.

‘Of course.’ It would be fair to say my voice trembled a little.

She sat and said nothing. Ann Coulter evidently takes an unappreciative view of small talk. That she was eager to continue antagonizing me became evident when I re-opened my recently-insulted book to resume reading. A young man passed in a t-shirt proclaiming ‘Iraq Nam’. She stopped him.

‘1. Haircut. 2. Shower. 3. Get a job, you sniveling hippy,’ she glowered. ‘You’re probably too high to remember that, so write it down--if you can write.’

He looked at her with dismay and scampered away like a kicked cat. She turned to me with bloodlust.

‘What do you think of the war: complete success, or very nearly complete success?’ she asked.

‘Well, in no time—barring the strong possibility of Civil War--we’ll have a democratically-elected anti-US Islamicist government in charge of the world’s second-largest oil reserves, so I’d have to say only very-nearly, on the complete success scale, at a hysterically distorted best.’

She showed her teeth. ‘It sounds to me like you don’t support our troops.’

‘I think that ‘Support Our Troops’ business is the most crass, craven cowardice ever to go unquestioned by the allegedly Liberal media.’

‘Yes? Yes?’ There was oddly growing excitement in her voice.

‘It allows the Administration to absolve itself of responsibility for its own flawed policy. It’s no different than if you sent a classroom of 2nd graders into a burning building, and when anyone objects you throw in their face that they "don’t support our 2nd graders"’

‘Where do you live?’

‘A few blocks away.’

‘Take me there.’

When we got to my apartment, she looked around glumly.

‘I was thinking you’d have half-burned American flags up on the wall,’ she said, disappointed.

‘That’s ridiculous. I love my country.’

‘Whatever you think that means,’ she said, rolling her eyes. ‘Don’t you have anything nasty to say about the President?’

‘Like what?’

‘Like he’s an imbecile, or corrupt, or a corrupt imbecile—the usual sore-loser bitter chatter.’

‘To be honest, I didn’t like the nasty things that were said about Clinton, and I’ve decided to have respect for the Office, no matter who holds it. I don’t think President Bush is corrupt or an imbecile anyway. Would you like something to drink?’

‘I think maybe this was a mistake,’ she said, starting to go.

‘That’s not to say I don’t disagree strongly with many of his policies and objectives.’

She seemed to reconsider. ‘Like what?’

‘I don’t know. Name one.’

‘Get me a drink first.’

With every point I expressed that ran counter to a view she held, she removed one article of clothing. Soon she sat on my couch naked, gently pulling at her untrimmed pubic hair, staring intently but not quite invitingly at me. The growing hard lump in my throat was just outpaced by the one in my pants. I was a little nervous because we had agreed on the last two points—the need to reconsider the option of nuclear energy, and drilling in the Arctic—and I noticed her oversized nipples were no longer hard.

Luckily, she was, by this point, determined.

‘What do you think,’ she began provocatively, ‘of the President’s plan to privatize Social Security?’

I sighed with relief; this was as sure a promise to seal the deal as her asking if I had a condom.

‘I think it’s a payoff to the Americans the President has always been most intent on pleasing: the richest 1%.’

‘What do you mean?’ she cooed. I noticed her nipples hardening once more. She dropped to her knees in front of me. She pushed me backwards and positioned my legs up in the air.

‘A stock’s value is even now only partially tied to the actual value of any publicly traded company.
But who’s going to profit from inflated valuations when stock prices swell irrationally from the forced, artificial injection of capital?

Her breath was hot on my ‘taint as she lifted my scrotum. ‘Yes? Yes?’

‘You might as well shoehorn billions of dollars into the Baseball Card market. The price of a Derek Jeter rookie will be driven up to hundreds of thousands of dollars—before the bubble bursts and the whole market crashes massively.’ It was getting hard to stay on point as she tongue-fucked my shitter vigorously.

‘Don’t..Stop!!’ her contorted mouth pled from my butthole.

‘The top 1% will sell stocks at the inflated valuations to the novice investors-by-necessity, the market will swell and crash, and the same 1% will come back and re-purchase their holdings at pennies on the dollar. Meanwhile, Social Security will go bankrupt and all the novice investors will be eating catfood for the duration of their "golden years,'’ barring a massive Federal bailout several hundred times in excess of what the Savings & Loan scandal cost us.’

She sprung up on the couch on all fours and looked over her shoulder at me. She pointed to her twitching, puckered anus. ‘See this?’

I nodded eagerly.

‘I want you to wreck it.’

I spit on my skeezer-pleaser and, prying her ass cheeks apart like a hot dinner roll, drove it home, into the biggest browneye I had ever seen. She gurgled contentedly. Every thrust of my babymaker was met with a wrenched squeal as I grabbed her by the hips and began really leaning into it.

‘Harder!’ she begged, ‘Harder!! Tell me what you think of Chomsky!’

‘I..think..he’s..brill..iant..but..I..don’t really agree with much of his stance on Israel, and--’

‘You’re slowing down!’ she snapped. ‘DON’T SLOW DOWN!’

I went back to punishing her asshole, giving no thought whatsoever to compassionate conservatism as her chocolate socket gnawed on my pork pipe. She was babbling now, as out of a delirious reverie.

‘Feed it,' Ann Coulter rasped. 'Feed my hungry asshole!'

I buried her face in a throw pillow and she swiveled her hips back on my fuckstick with obvious appreciation. My pace quickened as my man-magma built towards eruption.

‘Wait!’ she gasped, sensing the fuse on my yogurt cannon was burning quick. ‘I want to take you ass-to-mouth!’

I withdrew from her puckerhole with an audible ‘pop’ and she scrambled around, gulping at my wang-dang-doodle as though the lives of all her loved ones hinged on her marks for enthusiasm. Her eyes rolled up pleadingly as she threw her head down again and again on my magic johnson. I knew what she wanted.

‘There is a specter haunting Europe,’ I began, and she started to convulse spasmodically with her own thrashing orgasm, her head now dribbling in a blur against my groin. I repeated every Karl Marx quote I could think of until I reached my own ‘historic inevitability’ and launched surge after surge from my hairy boda bag. I ejaculated with what seemed like enough force to blow out the back of her head--but her head was made of stronger stuff. She sputtered, gobbled and gulped what I’d have to call a very liberal, even radically so, quantity of hot splooey.

Once she caught her breath, she wiped her mouth, stood, and took me by the hand.

‘Let’s go to the bathroom.’

‘Why?’

She seemed surprised I had to ask. Her tone was that of someone reminding another of something too obvious to need mention.

‘Uh, so I can get in the tub and you can piss all over me?’

I sat in a robe and watched her as she dressed.

‘Will I see you again?’ I asked tentatively.

‘Sure,’ she said, pointing to the TV. ‘On that.’

Some moments passed. I tried to dispel the awkward silence.

‘Well, nice meeting you,’ I offered.

‘You’ve really got a gift for tedious small talk,’ she shot back.

I was a little hurt and, recognizing this, she softened just a shade as she reached for her purse to leave.

‘Hey.’

‘Yes?’ I asked.

‘Thanks for not staring at my adam’s apple.’

‘No problem.’

She let herself out without another word, and I sat in the late afternoon silence alone. I considered how it felt to be a disposable instrument in someone’s personal debasement fantasy.

All in all, it didn’t feel too bad.

 

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1 hour ago, Sol Rosenberg said:

She should be a self esteem coach. 

  She would have made a heck of a tour guide at Disneyland.  

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Just now, Mark K said:

  She would have made a heck of a tour guide at Disneyland Bergen-Belsen.  

More appropriate.

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1 minute ago, Mark K said:

Rupert's pulling the off-brand plug. 

Can you translate that for me?

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4 minutes ago, Ishmael said:

Can you translate that for me?

Old joke about Trump. Google "off brand butt plug" 

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2 minutes ago, Mark K said:

Old joke about Trump. Google "off brand butt plug

OK, gotcha. The funny stuff that Tommy Lee didn't write.

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Been thinking about developments over at Fox News.

1. Tucker Carlson decides to lay off of Hunter Biden with some humility.  Something I'm not sure the con man has ever publicly displayed in his entire career.

2. Fox projects AZ before anybody, showing Biden with a larger lead than anybody else in the process.

3. Cutting away from McEnany's press conference.

It's a pattern of pulling away from the Trump bullshit.  They've been running with it for 4 years and I think it's made them a lot of money.  But it is an organization comprised of people.  People who have families.  People who have children.   I can't help but wonder if they are starting to see what they've sowed.  That the rubber is starting to hit the road, and it won't be good for anybody.

Just a thought. 

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4 minutes ago, benwynn said:

Been thinking about developments over at Fox News.

1. Tucker Carlson decides to lay off of Hunter Biden with some humility.  Something I'm not sure the con man has ever publicly displayed in his entire career.

2. Fox projects AZ before anybody, showing Biden with a larger lead than anybody else in the process.

3. Cutting away from McEnany's press conference.

It's a pattern of pulling away from the Trump bullshit.  They've been running with it for 4 years and I think it's made them a lot of money.  But it is an organization comprised of people.  People who have families.  People who have children.   I can't help but wonder if they are starting to see what they've sowed.  That the rubber is starting to hit the road, and it won't be good for anybody.

Just a thought. 

Yeah - now that Trump is cooked they've developed a mass conscience.

That must be it.

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12 minutes ago, SloopJonB said:

Yeah - now that Trump is cooked they've developed a mass conscience.

That must be it.

Ok... So maybe they don't have families.

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Or Murdock has seen the writing on the wall and realises the show is over; time to move on to making fun of Biden.

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Old Rupert only cares about one thing. His bottom line.

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1 hour ago, LB 15 said:

Old Rupert only cares about one thing. His bottom line.

Once you've made your first billion, it's  not about money anymore, it's all about power.

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8 hours ago, Ishmael said:

Sunday, April 24, 2005

The Farmer’s Market on Fairfax and 3rd is a Los Angeles landmark, attracting tourists and everyday Angelinos alike, as well as many famous faces. Among the celebrities I have seen there are Muhammad Ali, Terri Garr, Tyra Banks, Laura Linney, Keenan Ivory Wayans, the guitarist for The Cult, Lawrence Hilton-Jacobs, and Weird Al Yankovic.

But Ann Coulter is the only celebrity I’ve ever spotted at Farmer’s Market that I wound up fucking in the ass, hard.

It would be fair to observe that my feeling obligated to present the list of celebrities above in roughly Black-White-Black-White order is indicative of my own carefully Liberal sensibilities. And that this sort of conscientiousness is more than a little ridiculous, on examination. But what I notice about myself only on reflection, Ann Coulter seemed to recognize and respond to in an instant, like a puma recognizes an injured giselle. For Ann Coulter is a predator. A predator with a hungry asshole.

I first spotted her sitting at a table in front of The Gumbo Pot with another woman who looked not unlike her, but a generation older (I neglected to ask her at any point subsequently whether this had in fact been her mother). I vaguely recognized her—there’s always a lag time placing faces you know from cable when unconfined to a telescreen—and began to notice, stealing furtive glances up from the copy of Steinbeck I was reading, that she was eyeing me with unsettling scrutiny.

The next thing I knew, her companion (mother?) had left and Coulter was standing over me, looking skeptically at my reading material.

‘The Grapes of Wrath, huh?’

‘Yes’ I said, faking composure. ‘It’s fantastic.’

‘It’s a fantastic primer for vacuous proto-Communists everywhere,’ she said dismissively.

‘I don’t know about that..’

She sighed. ‘I don’t have enough ink in my pen to keep a running list of what you don’t know. May I?’

She motioned to the empty chair next to me.

‘Of course.’ It would be fair to say my voice trembled a little.

She sat and said nothing. Ann Coulter evidently takes an unappreciative view of small talk. That she was eager to continue antagonizing me became evident when I re-opened my recently-insulted book to resume reading. A young man passed in a t-shirt proclaiming ‘Iraq Nam’. She stopped him.

‘1. Haircut. 2. Shower. 3. Get a job, you sniveling hippy,’ she glowered. ‘You’re probably too high to remember that, so write it down--if you can write.’

He looked at her with dismay and scampered away like a kicked cat. She turned to me with bloodlust.

‘What do you think of the war: complete success, or very nearly complete success?’ she asked.

‘Well, in no time—barring the strong possibility of Civil War--we’ll have a democratically-elected anti-US Islamicist government in charge of the world’s second-largest oil reserves, so I’d have to say only very-nearly, on the complete success scale, at a hysterically distorted best.’

She showed her teeth. ‘It sounds to me like you don’t support our troops.’

‘I think that ‘Support Our Troops’ business is the most crass, craven cowardice ever to go unquestioned by the allegedly Liberal media.’

‘Yes? Yes?’ There was oddly growing excitement in her voice.

‘It allows the Administration to absolve itself of responsibility for its own flawed policy. It’s no different than if you sent a classroom of 2nd graders into a burning building, and when anyone objects you throw in their face that they "don’t support our 2nd graders"’

‘Where do you live?’

‘A few blocks away.’

‘Take me there.’

When we got to my apartment, she looked around glumly.

‘I was thinking you’d have half-burned American flags up on the wall,’ she said, disappointed.

‘That’s ridiculous. I love my country.’

‘Whatever you think that means,’ she said, rolling her eyes. ‘Don’t you have anything nasty to say about the President?’

‘Like what?’

‘Like he’s an imbecile, or corrupt, or a corrupt imbecile—the usual sore-loser bitter chatter.’

‘To be honest, I didn’t like the nasty things that were said about Clinton, and I’ve decided to have respect for the Office, no matter who holds it. I don’t think President Bush is corrupt or an imbecile anyway. Would you like something to drink?’

‘I think maybe this was a mistake,’ she said, starting to go.

‘That’s not to say I don’t disagree strongly with many of his policies and objectives.’

She seemed to reconsider. ‘Like what?’

‘I don’t know. Name one.’

‘Get me a drink first.’

With every point I expressed that ran counter to a view she held, she removed one article of clothing. Soon she sat on my couch naked, gently pulling at her untrimmed pubic hair, staring intently but not quite invitingly at me. The growing hard lump in my throat was just outpaced by the one in my pants. I was a little nervous because we had agreed on the last two points—the need to reconsider the option of nuclear energy, and drilling in the Arctic—and I noticed her oversized nipples were no longer hard.

Luckily, she was, by this point, determined.

‘What do you think,’ she began provocatively, ‘of the President’s plan to privatize Social Security?’

I sighed with relief; this was as sure a promise to seal the deal as her asking if I had a condom.

‘I think it’s a payoff to the Americans the President has always been most intent on pleasing: the richest 1%.’

‘What do you mean?’ she cooed. I noticed her nipples hardening once more. She dropped to her knees in front of me. She pushed me backwards and positioned my legs up in the air.

‘A stock’s value is even now only partially tied to the actual value of any publicly traded company.
But who’s going to profit from inflated valuations when stock prices swell irrationally from the forced, artificial injection of capital?

Her breath was hot on my ‘taint as she lifted my scrotum. ‘Yes? Yes?’

‘You might as well shoehorn billions of dollars into the Baseball Card market. The price of a Derek Jeter rookie will be driven up to hundreds of thousands of dollars—before the bubble bursts and the whole market crashes massively.’ It was getting hard to stay on point as she tongue-fucked my shitter vigorously.

‘Don’t..Stop!!’ her contorted mouth pled from my butthole.

‘The top 1% will sell stocks at the inflated valuations to the novice investors-by-necessity, the market will swell and crash, and the same 1% will come back and re-purchase their holdings at pennies on the dollar. Meanwhile, Social Security will go bankrupt and all the novice investors will be eating catfood for the duration of their "golden years,'’ barring a massive Federal bailout several hundred times in excess of what the Savings & Loan scandal cost us.’

She sprung up on the couch on all fours and looked over her shoulder at me. She pointed to her twitching, puckered anus. ‘See this?’

I nodded eagerly.

‘I want you to wreck it.’

I spit on my skeezer-pleaser and, prying her ass cheeks apart like a hot dinner roll, drove it home, into the biggest browneye I had ever seen. She gurgled contentedly. Every thrust of my babymaker was met with a wrenched squeal as I grabbed her by the hips and began really leaning into it.

‘Harder!’ she begged, ‘Harder!! Tell me what you think of Chomsky!’

‘I..think..he’s..brill..iant..but..I..don’t really agree with much of his stance on Israel, and--’

‘You’re slowing down!’ she snapped. ‘DON’T SLOW DOWN!’

I went back to punishing her asshole, giving no thought whatsoever to compassionate conservatism as her chocolate socket gnawed on my pork pipe. She was babbling now, as out of a delirious reverie.

‘Feed it,' Ann Coulter rasped. 'Feed my hungry asshole!'

I buried her face in a throw pillow and she swiveled her hips back on my fuckstick with obvious appreciation. My pace quickened as my man-magma built towards eruption.

‘Wait!’ she gasped, sensing the fuse on my yogurt cannon was burning quick. ‘I want to take you ass-to-mouth!’

I withdrew from her puckerhole with an audible ‘pop’ and she scrambled around, gulping at my wang-dang-doodle as though the lives of all her loved ones hinged on her marks for enthusiasm. Her eyes rolled up pleadingly as she threw her head down again and again on my magic johnson. I knew what she wanted.

‘There is a specter haunting Europe,’ I began, and she started to convulse spasmodically with her own thrashing orgasm, her head now dribbling in a blur against my groin. I repeated every Karl Marx quote I could think of until I reached my own ‘historic inevitability’ and launched surge after surge from my hairy boda bag. I ejaculated with what seemed like enough force to blow out the back of her head--but her head was made of stronger stuff. She sputtered, gobbled and gulped what I’d have to call a very liberal, even radically so, quantity of hot splooey.

Once she caught her breath, she wiped her mouth, stood, and took me by the hand.

‘Let’s go to the bathroom.’

‘Why?’

She seemed surprised I had to ask. Her tone was that of someone reminding another of something too obvious to need mention.

‘Uh, so I can get in the tub and you can piss all over me?’

I sat in a robe and watched her as she dressed.

‘Will I see you again?’ I asked tentatively.

‘Sure,’ she said, pointing to the TV. ‘On that.’

Some moments passed. I tried to dispel the awkward silence.

‘Well, nice meeting you,’ I offered.

‘You’ve really got a gift for tedious small talk,’ she shot back.

I was a little hurt and, recognizing this, she softened just a shade as she reached for her purse to leave.

‘Hey.’

‘Yes?’ I asked.

‘Thanks for not staring at my adam’s apple.’

‘No problem.’

She let herself out without another word, and I sat in the late afternoon silence alone. I considered how it felt to be a disposable instrument in someone’s personal debasement fantasy.

All in all, it didn’t feel too bad.

 

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What the fuck was all that about????

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Think Donnies about to learn its not all about the ratings, when Fox no longer supports your lies and viterol, you very quickly get reduced to a has been, next week people will be muttering "Donnie who?"

Donnie becoming irrelevant, the ultimate humiliation.

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1 hour ago, Navig8tor said:

Think Donnies about to learn its not all about the ratings, when Fox no longer supports your lies and viterol

Not sure about the lies but they serve an aging demographic so can probably use cream for eye wrinkles.

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1 hour ago, Happy said:

Once you've made your first billion, it's  not about money anymore, it's all about power.

Is that how you felt? I just wanted more after I made my first Billion.  And thank fuck with my thirst for hookers and coke.

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6 hours ago, benwynn said:

Been thinking about developments over at Fox News.

1. Tucker Carlson decides to lay off of Hunter Biden with some humility.  Something I'm not sure the con man has ever publicly displayed in his entire career.

2. Fox projects AZ before anybody, showing Biden with a larger lead than anybody else in the process.

3. Cutting away from McEnany's press conference.

It's a pattern of pulling away from the Trump bullshit.  They've been running with it for 4 years and I think it's made them a lot of money.  But it is an organization comprised of people.  People who have families.  People who have children.   I can't help but wonder if they are starting to see what they've sowed.  That the rubber is starting to hit the road, and it won't be good for anybody.

Just a thought. 

I believe it is more of a calculated business move as opposed to a crisis of conscience.

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6 hours ago, corkob said:

What the fuck was all that about????

Excellent question. There is a Chapter 2 in this series, but I'll let someone else dig it up.

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16 hours ago, benwynn said:

Even Fox News can't stomach this shit anymore.

FINALLY!

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3 hours ago, Bus Driver said:

I believe it is more of a calculated business move as opposed to a crisis of conscience.

Giving it some more thought,  it could very well be just business.

If Fox keeps running with narratives that both they and Biden know are bullshit, they risk losing access once he is in office.  Access is the life blood of any news organization. 

The "it got lost in the mail" may have come into play to buy time when it looked like Biden was close.  The "lets just leave Hunter alone" came into play when the figured he was going to win.

 

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9 hours ago, corkob said:

What the fuck was all that about????

If you have to ask you'll never get it.

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As goes the FOX, so goeth the hounds. The horses shall follow.

There will be drama aplenty in Trump's downfall. Much interest will be paid by the masses to the slick infotainment brought to you by Murdoch et al. We love to see the proud laid low, and the ratings will be excellent. FORD, Dodge, even Toyota and the producers of whatever swill a homophobic "real man" is drinking these days will be purchasing ad space like it was the Super Bowl. 

I expect advertisement will be made great again.

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4 minutes ago, phillysailor said:

As goes the FOX, so goeth the hounds. The horses shall follow.

There will be drama aplenty in Trump's downfall. Much interest will be paid by the masses to the slick infotainment brought to you by Murdoch et al. We love to see the proud laid low, and the ratings will be excellent. FORD, Dodge, even Toyota and the producers of whatever swill a homophobic "real man" is drinking these days will be purchasing ad space like it was the Super Bowl. 

I expect advertisement will be made great again.

It’s not the proud laid low that I enjoy. I love watching Bullshitters run headfirst into the heartless brick wall of the truth. 

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Personally, I like to see scum and bullies get the shit kicked out of them.

Schadenfreude is its name I believe.

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11 hours ago, Sol Rosenberg said:

It’s not the proud laid low that I enjoy. I love watching Bullshitters run headfirst into the heartless brick wall of the truth. 

This.

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On 11/10/2020 at 10:45 AM, Fakenews said:

She’s the Press Secretary.  Isn’t it illegal to act as the Campaign spokesperson?
 

Hatch act?

Off topic Shameless is a great series.

The original British show is better :)

 

 

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