Not to mention that the Empress has Bill "The Groper" Clinton, undisputed heavy weight champion of the campaign trail on her side.

<off>My brother is of the opinion that Bill's ego won't let Hildog be President. After all, he knows that without her determination and her ability to clean up the messes and keep him toeing the line, he wouldn't have gotten to be president nor would he have stayed there.

He's a spoiled brat, displaying the tendencies, I'm told, of the child of alcoholics, his intelligence and charm letting him soar without the digging in that most people do--not really learning to fail can be a liability although you wouldn't think it on first blush.

And since, as Dick Morris says, he can't eat breakfast without an audience, will he be able to to take a back seat to her? I wonder if he'd rather not be in the White House at all rather than have her walk through the door into the dining room first.

Commissar Theocritus wrote:<off>My brother is of the opinion that Bill's ego won't let Hildog be President. After all, he knows that without her determination and her ability to clean up the messes and keep him toeing the line, he wouldn't have gotten to be president nor would he have stayed there.

He's a spoiled brat, displaying the tendencies, I'm told, of the child of alcoholics, his intelligence and charm letting him soar without the digging in that most people do--not really learning to fail can be a liability although you wouldn't think it on first blush.

And since, as Dick Morris says, he can't eat breakfast without an audience, will he be able to to take a back seat to her? I wonder if he'd rather not be in the White House at all rather than have her walk through the door into the dining room first.

Everyone knows Bill is an uber-politician, yet look at all the blunders he has made in the last few months. Either your brothers theory is correct or he is becoming senile.

Commissar Theocritus wrote:And as I have said in other places, Our MTE has on her staff Harold Ickes, the single meanest man since Stalin.

And that is being kind to Ickes.

I will give the bastard some credit though; I had really thought that he would fall apart, as did the Goracle when he couldn't steal Florida. Even with a <i>Daley</i>. Not stealing an election with a Daley is like Norman Schwartzkopf not being able to steal a pencil from a blind man with the U.S. Army.

This is what happens when people lose what defines them--and it's something outside themselves. They had to be driven to get there, but at the end, when it was done, when it was over...

I've read about Prime Ministers who were out of power and who couldn't stand it; Mrs. Thatcher has done fairly well, all in all. Heath didn't do so well. I have a friend who was the dean of the Texas House of Representatives for years who was defeated by a fluke and in a week, before the end of his term, people wouldn't return his calls.

Here's Bill, banging the drum for the woman whom he owed his eight years, who will have the whip hand all the way, the Oval Office and the determination, and the control of government, and he will have what she lets him have. Would it be better for him to have her in power? Is he that generous? Ha. Or would he want to see her ruined and desolate and bitter, having failed when after she sacrificed for him, to get her term, and he got his eight years and she didn't? She'd never be able to top <i>him</i>.

Pop the popcorn, Maksim. Couldn't happen to nicer people. They're just so, so, <i>sordid</i>. They deserve each other.

Commissar Pupovich wrote:How correct you are Commissar Theocrtius. I was just telling another Comrade that the Empress has a long line of filled graves and destroyed lives to her credit. We have relatively little to go on in regard to BHO. No, I suspect what we shall soon see is Krystal Nacht for the BHO supporters.

Agreed. They can see the way in which past collectivist revolutions ended. I think that a good deal of the support for Obama comes from people who genuinely fear Hillary. For all the "victim status" the Clintons apparently earned from their various scandals, you'll notice that it's usually the critics who end up on the short end. The recent MSNBC David Schuster "pimping out" kerfuffle is a small but significant example. Could you imagine the row in the media if a reporter were disciplined for making a similar comment about one of the Bush daughters?

I imagine that quite a number of Leftist, media hacks and Democrat party minions know that their careers will be over and their lives made considerably more difficult (oh hey, another tax audit?) if the Clintons return to the White House.

But hey, how about some music? And where the heck is SMO? I hope she's OK.

It won't be pretty Commissar M. Even if the Empress falls, can you imagine the carnage that will ensue?

Commissar Pupovich wrote:It won't be pretty Commissar M. Even if the Empress falls, can you imagine the carnage that will ensue?

I never want to count Her Highness out but if she keeps getting her considerable ass handed to her by The People's Messiah, some of luster is going to come off her political star. There will certainly be purges within the Clinton camp and I imagine that a lot of those people will realize that they've wrecked their own careers and lives by staying loyal to her. Think about how it will feel to have given the better part of 2 decades to the Clintons, putting with his violent temper and her, well, violent temper and verbal abuse only to watch the Party and the big money Patrons (Soros, Lewis, etc.) dump on your organization. Sure, she's got her Senate seat and the dumbasses in NY will probably vote for her again in '12 but if you're a Clintonoid, you've put up with a lot of crap for nothing.

It won't be limited to the Clinton camp however. When the Hillary hits the fan, it will spread like STD after a Bruno review weekend at the Ranchero Del Norte.

What a... lovely simile. My English teacher would be proud... maybe.

I try harder Premier.... LOL

Teach me the ways of simile making so that I may grace the pages of my essays with their likeness so that I may receive the hatred that so many English teachers have given me in the past.

Why is simple Premier. Just think of what you already know and us the as or like.
What or who is as

fast as the Chairman chasing ca$h
blacker than the Empress heart
kinky as an evening at the Ranchero Del Norte
scintillating as a free ride on freshly lubricated Hildo Hydra
pure as Commissarka Pinkie
underhanded as Kommissar Vodkov on a midnight pantie raid
loyal as Commissar Pupovich

Heroic as a loyal Space Dog!

Bitter and angry as Old Mean AK

Easily distracted by a shiny object as Ivan Beti...oh look!

Okay, let me try one. Ahem...

As bloated as Nancy in the morning.

As silent as Hillary's ass.

Bouncy as... um... something that... bounces. Like a prole pushed out of a 50 story window.

Sorry, Premier. They only bounce if there is no pavement. But good try though! And I think a better one would be if you combine your first two ideas...

[What or who is as...]
bloated as Hillary's ass.

Or something like that...

Darn! I must try harder. Think. Think!!

Wait, NO! No thinking, NO THINKING! Damn!

Why doesn't someone just make a list of party approved similes that anyone can use? It would be a lot easier on my head, and it would cut down on these thinking impulses.

As stippled as Hillary's ass.

As crooked as Bill's pecker.

As loud as Ethel Merman night at Rancho del Rio Grande.

As nauseated as Commissar Theocritus on said Ethel Merman night.

As stippled as Hillary's ass.

As crooked as Bill's pecker.

As loud as Ethel Merman night at Rancho del Rio Grande.

As nauseated as Commissar Theocritus on said Ethel Merman night.

WAAAAAA!!! Stop making me feel inferior!

I apologize, Betty; making you feel inferior is the job of Our Many Titted Empress. She does that to everyone.

As sober as a Kalisnakov!

As honest as a Kennedy cop.

Don't feel bad, Betty, I'm feeling inferior, too.

In fact, I feel as inferior as Premier Betty.

*sniff*

How so?

froze up like a Hot Pocket at 2am seeing Premier Betty come into the store after a long night of sci-fi gaming.

futile as a Kommissar Vodkov pickup line to Pinkie after a long day behind a People's Shovel.

Commissar Pupovich wrote: froze up like a Hot Pocket at 2am seeing Premier Betty come into the store after a long night of sci-fi gaming.

Pfft... only wimpy gamers bother to eat. True gamers like me eat as much as possible and pack on the pounds before a truly epic week of gaming. Kinda like a bear preparing for hibernation, only better.

As Mean as Our Many Titted Empress.

There. I win by definition.

as Mean and black hearted as Our Many Titted Empress

There, I win by being more inclusive!

As Mean and black hearted and bossy as Our Many Titted Empress.

EAT IT!

Do I detect un-Party like competition? No, I didn't think so!

As mean, blackhearted, and bossy as Our bloodsucking, suffocating, Many Titted Empress witch at a death watch for unruly comrades.

In your face! ;P

OK, this isn't from the eighties, but as we know, time is relative, and this is truly timeless! Besides, there was no good music in the eighties and it is Friday dagnab it!



Bonus Feature! Yet another of the type music that made me the People's Pup™ that I am today!

The following song was required listening in the Motherland in the 1970s if you were a fan of the decadent bourgeois rock music. Uriah Heep were huge there, and I liked them myself, although now I sometimes think of them as the original Spinal Tap. In 1987 these undisciplined musical hooligans were allowed to give one concert in the USSR. After their visit the decadent tendencies in the Soviet Union accelerated, the morals declined, and the overall flamboyance went out of control. Four years later the workers' paradise was no more. Some blame Ronald Reagan - I blame Uriah Heep.

This video is the proof as it captured the historical breaking point. Just watch the singer's interaction with the Moscow policeman on the 6th minute. Completely unplanned and therefore counter-revolutionary. The country's socialist discipline never recovered.

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Awww....Uriah Heep!

Hot Pants and Granny Skirts....I remember them well...sorta...in a foggy haze.

The Wizard

Ah, the Wizard... What they missed in the background was the 3 foot tall Stonehenge and the dancing midgets. "Why don't we listen to the voices in our heads?"

I didn't use drugs but this was perhaps an adequate replacement:

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Red Square wrote:The following song was required listening in the Motherland in the 1970s if you were a fan of the decadent bourgeois rock music. Uriah Heep were huge there, and I liked them myself, although now I sometimes think of them as the original Spinal Tap.

Ah yes, Uriah Heep, an excellent choice Red. But they were counterrevolutionary, producing an album named "Look at Yourself" rather than looking at the Party, not to mention how many brave and hardworking undercover policemen were detected by criminals using the album cover to look behind them. I did notice how that policeman tried to follow what he knew to be right and refuse to shake the guys hand, but then he relented, and we know the result don't we?

But while Uriah Heep etc are excellent, shouldn't we concentrate more on the People comrades? For the proles on which we shall build the Progressive World of Next Tuesday? Actually, upon reflection, this is the very sort of man we must send to the KMRC....

Friday night again, and frigid as the Empress' black heart!

So let me present some music straight from the KMRC...



And one for Commissarka Pinkie.... Take this Brad Pitt!

In honor of the International Woman's Day, we send this musical greeting to SMO and wish her full and speedy recovery.

This is a special Zen Buddhist version of Smoke on the Water as performed by Japanese monks:

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The monks reminded me of these four Finnish guys who do rock songs (mostly Metallica) on cellos it's not the 80's but what the hell.

All this strange music... how can a simple comrade cope? Well, this is not music, nor is it strange.... that is, if you grew up the way I did. The way I became the Mighty Pup... and it does have the advantage of mentioning patchouli and a character that sounds suspiciously like the Chairman....

Have you ever seen the Red Army Choir singing Sweet Home Alabama?

Meet the Leningrad Cowboys! (speaking of weird Finnish musicians)

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Here is some good music, Comrades – music without decadence, guitars and bourgeoisie synthesizers.


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I think our Party here in AmeriKKKa should adopt North Korea's hammer, hoe and dildo emblem. I think it would indicate to the world that we are Communist supporting Hillary Clinton 110%.

Best song ever.

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