stop staring at my twits!

word salad by hip is everything

word salad is a “confused or unintelligible mixture of seemingly random words and phrases”, most often used to describe a symptom of a mental disorder. The words may or may not be grammatically correct, but the meaning is confused to the point that the listener cannot extract any meaning from it. from wikipedia


taking a moment to pay tribute to those among us who seem to have a problem answering a simple question …
or who just blather on and on about nothing really, all the while trying desperately to sound intelligent and serious …
generally while attacking their enemies with talking points handed to them by some other idiot who seems to not have a secure handle on things like reality or facts …
or common sense …
or integrity for that matter …
the nonsense and drivel that pours from the blathering and bloviating pie-holes of these morons is often priceless and would be hilarious if not for the fact that these baggerese and truthiness speakers are usually in some sort of power position in our society …
still, they do deserve to be honored for their attempts at the language …
or, called out for it … (i guess it all depends on how you view it)
you’ve all heard it …
like babs “crazy eyes” bachmann absolutely every time she opens her orifice o’ lies …
or, if yer’ really in a depressed, masochistic, self flagellating mood, head on over to faux noise and catch as many minutes as you can stomach of “faux and friends” …
it’s a veritable olympic games of far right talking points and fact free nonsense covered in a deep layer of bullshit and propaganda inspired, vile and bile soaked spewage …
and today’s champion of cheap shots, craziness and crap is …
the queen of drivel herself …
the failin’ palin …
alaskan barbie …
sister sarah no clue

America needs twit reduction surgery.

the latest drivel from the Alaskan Kardashian reads as follows:
Our commander-in-chief is busy, as Rome burns. For instance, after satisfying those munchies in Colorado, he carved out room for some super duper important games of pool in a bar with that state’s enabling governor. Ironically, Hickensooperdooper is his name. I think. Anyway, Obama won. He told us so. (Funny, he always wins. Golf, basketball, brackets and bets, his grand pronouncements afterward is always, miraculously, humph, he won again!)
Whew. Racking balls, getting buzzed on suds, maybe humming “Rocky Mountain High” while kicking it in those Rockies, hard choices had to be made – stripes or solids? And that beer – do I drink it if the mountains aren’t blue? Talk about miscues.
srsly

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