Rosie O'Donnell joins Palestinian death cult. Too bad Saddam is not around to give away $25,000 cash prizes to parents of young suicide bombers. Damn you Neocons! (See Rosie's blog from June 26th, 2007 for explanation).

In view of this development I have complimented my earlier masterpiece Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up Jihadis with another version:

Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Rosies

by Willie Nelson and Laika The Space Dog


Rosie ain't easy to love and she's ugly as sin.
She's rather surrender and not let our troops go and win.
Moonbat stark raving and old jaded rantings,
And hanging upside down half a day.
If you don't understand her, an' she won't die young,
It's too bad she won't go away.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be Rosies.
Don't let 'em act stupid or bang them old dykes.
Let 'em have a childhood while they're still a tyke.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Rosies.
'Cos they'll never shut up and they're always nut.
Nothing a person could love.
Rosies like dopey old liberals and behavior that's boring,
Dressing up her children like little jihadis ain't right.
Them that don't know her won't like her and them that do,
Sometimes won't know how to take her.
She's all wrong, she's all screwed up and her brain won't let her,
Do things to make you think she's right.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be Rosies.
Don't let ' em act stupid or bang them old dykes.
Let 'em have a childhood while they're still a tyke.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Rosies.
'Cos they'll never shut up and they're always nut.
Nothing a person could love.

The Cube read my mind once again! (either that or they have my phones tapped, which is perfectly acceptable since toeing the Party line must be enforced!)

When I saw this picture yesterday on the news, I instantly thought of Laika's wonderful song " Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Jihadis".

Grasshopper Meow!
You have snatched the pebble from my hand.
You have achieved total Cube Consciousness!

I still don't know why she did that. Other than her craving for the raw flesh of a small child freshly slaughtered by an AH-64 Apache.

That kid looks really, really, really sad. Well, I would be too if my mother was a fat pig dyke with a tiny pee-brain and creepy assistants (did anyone see that "thing" next to her in that video when she tells the world why she left the view!?)

Chairman M. S. Punchenko wrote:That kid looks really, really, really sad. Well, I would be too if my mother was a fat pig dyke with a tiny pee-brain and creepy assistants (did anyone see that "thing" next to her in that video when she tells the world why she left the view!?)

What "thing"? Do you have a link to that video?

Let's call Rosie over and ask why she did this? I have a brand new "Rosie Call". I'm dying to try it out. Here goes:

"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" "SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUEEEY!!!!"

Hmmm..... One more time.

"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" "SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUEEEY!!!!"


Let's see if she heard that or not.

--
ZB

Rosie's mouth contributes to Global Warming! SEAL HER MOUTH, NOW!

Comrades, have you noticed the similarity of the child's face to that of of Susan Sarandon? She's a true believer, comrades, a true believer.

But speaking of fat, coarse pigs, why is Rosanne suddenly silent? If we are lucky she's passed out from insulin shock in the next bed to Claus von Bulow's wife.

Speaking of fat untalented slobs who sould be locked in a cell and not given food for a few months so that African children may have it instead, I saw Rosanne on Bill Maher's little show not to long ago preaching about how George Bush hates poor people and how lousy this economy is (I guess they base* economic performance on how many welfare checks have been sent out).

Meow, I have forgotten to tell you but my major expense now is that I pay performers by the lie. Oh, it costs a bomb, I know, but it's worth it. I am particularly fond of Rosie though for she's cheap, and you can see it in her face. Wave some Ben and Jerry's in her face and she'll screech, and boy how she can screech, making Our Many Titted Empress's left hind tits green with envy, that the sun rises in the west and that Hillary is a centrist.

And Michael Moore? He's such a liar that my problem is getting him to tell the truth about his goddamned <i>name</i>. Now I like and admire a good liar, Bill comes to mind, who could lie plain and fancy and lied while alone just to keep his hand in, but if you have to threaten a man with withholding his KFC just so he won't get a wild hare up his ass and introduce himself as Willie Wonka or Shamu, you gotta problem.

But still, try paying for lies. You know, a really useful idiot like Dan Rather doesn't come along every day. Now that was some boy. Worked for free but there was that problem of the tic and the depression and seeing things, and going off the rails. Now I don't mind a little lunacy, hell, I like a lot of lunacy, but when this man buys out a Reynolds Wrap factory for tin-foil hats for Laika's space waves, you've got another problem.

...Lupe! Has that damned North Korean scientist figured out that lobotomy procedure yet?...Lupe!...

Meow, I have forgotten to tell you but my major expense now is that I pay performers by the lie.

But still, try paying for lies. You know, a really useful idiot like Dan Rather doesn't come along every day

Theocritus....Did you clear this with The National Lawyers Guild? Union scale?
Knowing you, it's probably cut rate and under the table. I'll be sending over a Legal Observer. You just can't go around paying celebrities to lie. It's a closed shop.

Yes, it is a closed shop but Texas is a right-to-work state. Which really hampers me, by the way. Do you realize just how hard it is to get all that vigorish if there are no union bosses to speak of? And I have to set up my own enforcers for there aren't any union goons.

These damn Mexicans will just take jobs and it's so hard to enlighten them. They haven't learned American union corruption: Boss Tweed with Tammany Hall is head and shoulders over El Jefe Trujillo y Tamale Cantina. That's a little skimming here, a little skimming there.

Also so many Texans are Germans, and those stiff-necked people for some reason just don't like theft. Now when they're speaking German in Europe, they like to vacation in Poland--with panzers, but here in Texas the damnable fools tend not to borrow money, and tend to run things well. Utterly hopeless. Do you know how hard it is to corrupt a man who comes from a family which settled in the Fisher and Miller colony in the Concho River valley and have never borrowed money since 1856?

However, there is hope. Governor Rick Perry is an advertisement for hair gel and once when his wife Anita forgot to insert engineering beams inside his head before a shampoo, his head collapsed.

Here's a little gem from Roseanne:Roseanne rallies the troops!!

Ushanka tip to Newsbusters for posting this link!!!

Ugh, I have to post this one too since this "womyn's" insanity is so entertaining (she's a Kabbalist or whatever the new trend in Hollywood is).

Roseanne mumbles about faith.

I see that Roseanne has not lost her legendary charm. Just think what we were spared by only reading it and not having to hear her howl it. Bear in mind that she started off as a Lot Lizard--a whore in a truck-stop parking lot. The sort of woman who makes a living by scratching on doors. A cat with 14th Amendment rights.

The man I would feel most sorry for would be Tom Arnold. To look at her and hear her and then marry her. But then he's over 21. He dropped out of sight for a while, no doubt getting skin grafts on his back.

Isn't it entertaining to see what people who crave the limelight will do when they are no longer in it? It must be more addictive than cocaine. Remember how Jerry Falwell said that 9/11 was God's revenge on America for tolerating homosexuals. He may not have meant that but he needed the attention.

And all of these people must have, inside themselves, a hole needing to be filled by attention. Not the love of friends and family, but the looks of strangers, whose opinion means nothing since they cannot judge the character of who gives it. A compliment on playing Beethoven on the piano from one who is tone-deaf means nothing. If Uchida does not walk out of the room, that means something.

Perhaps it is a heightened level of experience, selling yourself to stranger and having them pay attention, or as it is commonly held, having them love you.

And think of the risks. I find myself, utterly without any fault on my own, subjected to the very minor possibility of being brought up on criminal charges as a conscripted director of a water district--a hateful thankless job I care nothing for and do not see the point of, but am doing for a friend. The financial officer has not told us of our responsibilities, and not doing them could carry a penal sentence, but since we've thrown him under the bus as soon as possible--he is to blame--there will be no problem. And I've done utterly nothing wrong. No money is missing. But I have worried for a week about my reputation in a town which knows me, for I get away with being me by a good reputation. Consider what it must be like to be encumbered with fame and to be noted for things which may have little or nothing to do with the real you, to have some paparazzo take a snap shot of nothing and to have it blown out of proportion.

And to be ridiculed. Today at the grocer's I saw a supermarket tabloid with beach pictures of stars, laughing at their far. Val Kilmer has put on #50. Remember him? Very handsome young fellow with Slavic features. Well knit and now with a paunch bigger than mine. The ruin is somehow more. And that is because of his limelight.

Less nerve-wracking, I think, never to have had fame, not to need the drug, not to go through the withdrawal, not to be the braying jenny ass on her website.

That is of course until I start the First Church of Theocritus which will mix leftist nostrums of communism, socialism, environmentalism, feminism, and Marxism into one toxic brew.

I wonder if I can depose Algore?