Neanderpundit

In the bole of a big oak in the backyard, we put patches to rest, less than five minutes ago.

We buried her with her favorite chewed up tennis balls and an old sheet off our bed.

DOGS
Heaven goes by favor. If it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in.
– Mark Twain, a Biography

The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven, not man’s.
-Mark Twain’s Letter to W. D. Howells, 4/2/1899

Courtesy of Baby Troll Blog

…that turd Taranto had better hope he never encounters me in a dark alley, poorly policed subway station or New York media party, because casually smearing someone as “America-hating” is some serious fucking shit that I won’t sit still for.

Yes, Rall, you will. Because if you ever had the balls to come around here, you’d not only sit still for it, you’d lie still. Imagine how much fun it will be when I plant my ample posterior on your face, and the last thing on earth you experience is the sweaty, rancid smell of my pimply white ass as you smother, very slowly, to death.

You not only sit still for it, you annoying pusbag, you’ll enjoy it, and ask for more. In hell, I’m sure they’ll have plenty waiting for you when you arrive, ass.