"A-noose" of the Decade

I don't have a drop of Scot blood in me, and I feel the same way...

Posted by Jose Guardia at January 30, 2011 12:21 PM

The only way his feet could connect with his brain is if he had his legs up his ass.

Posted by Hangtown Bob at January 30, 2011 12:54 PM

I wish this progressive mastermind and his enablers could have been running around barefoot the other day at -5F. As they contemplated how much less sensitive their new stumps are than their feet were, perhaps they would come to the realization that sometimes it is better to think about the consequences of some of their ridiculous planet saving schemes before putting them into action.

Posted by Roger Drew Williams at January 30, 2011 1:39 PM

Wow...

This guy needs to get out of the coffee shop a bit more.

Obviously he hasn't really been communing with nature since these words do not seem to harmonize with his mellow:

Brambles, Sand when the temp is > 100 deg F, a field of Volcanic Obsidian, Alaska's Ressurection Glacier, etc...

I could go on and on...

Posted by cond0010 at January 31, 2011 12:09 AM

There is a passage in Orwell's "The Road to Wigan Pier" where he takes to tasks people like this.

The guy isn't anything new, if this little item has got it right:
http://www.cabinetmagazine.org/issues/20/laity.php

Posted by Eric Blair at January 31, 2011 7:34 AM