Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Oh, We Are Puerile Here at the Rockhouse?

Let's see, what's puerile ...

Is that Donald Trump standing on a stage in a $2000 suit and more cellulite than Paula Dean to tell us Carly Fiorina is hot?

Is that puerile?

Is it the fact Donald Trump did that in front of tens of millions of Americans who actually thought these people are important?

That couldn't be puerile.


Is that when Kim Kardashian shakes her gigantic backside in an ostensibly sexy manner and the weight shift causes more seismic disturbances than a California earthquake yet is paid for it, presumably by Californians?

Or maybe that?


Maybe it's when Kim Davis gets her measure of fame from bashing gay guys and being the last dickweed in the country who gives a shit about men fucking in the ass.

Maybe that could be puerile.  It's tough to tell.


Is it when they plasticized Grace Slick to produce this Taylor Swift beast which doesn't even fuck.  What the hell kind of musician doesn't fuck?

Nothing puerile in trivial fucking love songs.  Of course, they weren't about fucking because she doesn't know the first damn thing about it.


Or maybe it's PEGIDA when they were rescued from East Germany and then turned around to tell a bunch of refugees to piss off and drown in the Med.

No way that could be puerile.


Perhaps you think our standards are low here at the Rockhouse but we set our own standards because we observe none whatsoever anywhere else.

(Ed:  evidence?)

Martin Shkreli, the Worst Person in the World

So, if you don't like that, well, fuck you.

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