The Big Red Button

imageReminding DUMBFUCK of what a cowardly Gamma do-nothing he has been his entire life is just about the easiest push on his vast array of emo reactionary buttons.

There are few things more satisfying than the weak reaction you know is coming from a crazed little weasel who has never risen a single morning in his life without the fear that Mommy will once more burst into the room with clothespins to snap onto his weenie.



You mean the lovely and talented Cindy hasn’t come dashing to your door with a new DECLARATION to include in your next example of legal rhetorical mastery?

I’m shocked – SHOCKED!!

Dance back into your bottle, shitsniffer.

You’re drinking Blackbush tonight, right, in honor of the holiday?

You know what that was?



Just A Thought

Earlier today, DUMBFUCK posted the following audio. He says there are no restrictions on the use of it, but he is a world-renowned DUMBFUCK of zero esteem, so I have used the link here, and not the link he posted.

You can listen to it or not. It sounds like Robbie the Robot with a mouthful of glass wrapped in tinfoil, whispering through cinder blocks from the bottom of a well. Good luck figuring out what he’s on about.

Anyway, he proclaims that Sarah Palmer told NINE PROBABLE LIES WHILE UNDER OATH!!1!1!!1ELEVENTY11!1!11!1!!!

And by God, DUMBFUCK is going to do…something…ABOUT IT!


No, he isn’t.

He could have…in January.
All he had to do was show up…in January.

Truth is still a defense to defamation, isn’t it?

I thought so.

He could have appealed the ruling. But that too would have required SHOWING UP, and if there’s one thing Gamma Boy knows how to do, it’s cut and run when things get tough.

Hmm…okay, if there are TWO THINGS the Gutless Gamma knows how to do, they are 1) cut and 2) run when things…

If there are THREE things the DEMENTED DUMBFUCK knows how to to do, they are 1) cut, 2) run for the hills and 3) weep into his petticoats when…

Dammit, if there are FOUR things the TEARSTAINED TURDROLLER knows how to do, they are 1) cut, 2) run for the hills, 3) weep into his sandy petticoats and 4) try to re-litigate his epic failures on Twitter when things get rough.

And I’m stopping there because real life awaits.

But Vinnie says “Hey.”