31 August 2012

Well, Just Fluke Me To Death.

Sandra Fluke Is A DNC Keynote Speaker? 
I couldn’t help myself... I just HAD TO add the graphics! Read the whole thing @ ClashDaily:
Here at summer 2012′s end, the unfortunately, but aptly, named Sandra Fluke has become something of a familiar figure. For months now, this “Queen of Contraception” has been all over TV screens, radio talk gabfests and the political commentariat. ... 
For those who don’t know, Fluke is the thirty-ish Georgetown Law school student and “reproductive rights activist” -- in another time, she’d be considered an adult woman -- who, nearly single-handedly, has transformed the “free contraception” issue into a cause célèbre.
That’s right, the mission that get’s her out of bed every morning? Government mandating someone else feed her stash of birth control pills, or condoms, or abortifacients -- whatever pregnancy preventer/terminator strikes her fancy at the time.
Seriously. This is not -- at least not chronologically -- some gum-smacking teenybopper pontificating on life’s big questions from her perch at the Mall’s food court. This is a feminist and lawyer-in-the-making who, presumably, hopes someday to represent other individuals or corporations before our courts. One who expects to be treated with the respect normally accorded grown-ups.
 Yet, notwithstanding all that and with straight face, Fluke pounds the table over her “constitutional right” to coerce someone else into underwriting her baby-proofed sexual escapades. (Costs, according to an estimate she volunteered earlier this year? $3000 (!) over the course of a three year law school career.)
Between Wal-Mart discounts and her own ingenuity, you’d think she could keep herself stocked in Yaz. Instead, Fluke gravely and insistently informs the whole world she’s demanding not only carefree sex -- and apparently lots and lots of it -- but that others pay the freight for it. ... 
Lately, word comes that Sandra Fluke -- and others who share her ardor for government-guaranteed birth control for all -- will be headlining that political party’s upcoming national convention. When leading Democrats gather next week in Charlotte, not only Ms. Fluke but president of Planned Parenthood, Cecile Richards, and top-hand over at NARAL Pro-Choice America, Nancy Keenan, will be taking the podium, stumping for their concupiscence-curdled, abortion-addled message of copulation without consequence, without end. 
Honestly, what kind of political coalition heroinizes spokeswomen like these? What kind of Chief Executive unflinchingly and pathetically panders to them? ...
The party of Barack Obama likes to flatter itself as the champion of elevated notions. What they’ve actually, aggressively adopted as centerpiece of their program is the legalized killing of unborn human beings and the strong-arming of one group of Americans into bankrolling the pregnancy-free recreational sex habits of another. ... 
Harsh, you say? Nah -- harsh is one million-plus abortions -- that’s human lives cut short -- annually. Harsh is dragooning hard-working individuals or private businesses into ponying up for a physiologically mature woman’s contraceptive cache. Harsh is the first amendment (freedom of religion, freedom of association) and fourth amendment (private property protections) -- genuinely Constitutional rights, not Ms. Fluke’s libidinously fantasist ones -- scrubbed from the Constitution to prop up a national fornication fund.
Political and cultural Leftists, philosophically at home among the Democrats, were moving recognizably in this direction decades before Sandra Fluke was even born. It’s appropriate, then, they should be represented by this ridiculous woman; standard bearer for her ridiculous political party; which is led by an equally ridiculous president.
“...which is led by an equally ridiculous president.” Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?

28 comments:

  1. Sandra Fluke is trash and doesn’t even know it.

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  2. Fluke defies the imagination. Does she really think we don’t already know she is an agenda driven clown? Why does the public have a duty to keep her stocked in contraceptives, effeminate boyfriends, or battery-powered toys? Rush Limbaugh was right about her, IMO.

    Although I, uh ... I did hear a rumor some time back that Fluke is one of Jon's fantasy babes.

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  3. And we're STILL waiting for the reaction!

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  4. Mustang,

    Dammnit, why did you have to let my secret out for the whole world to see? This is my 'hot babe' and we will, if folks like you don't interfere, screw our brains out and get some free shit to make it safe. Now quit interfering with our Government substidized fun!

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  5. Why does this vile heap of subhuman detritus continue to open her yap? THIS is exactly why I loathe "liberals". Every one of their problems, in their eyes, should be everyone else's problem to deal with. What utter trash; and ENTIRELY lacking even the tiniest bit of class.

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  6. Hey Anon...

    Watch what you say about my sweetheart!

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  7. ... and far be it from me to suggest explicit pictures of Jon and The Fluker do exist and are on the cusp of being released in the New York Times.

    Personally, I don't believe it. No, I don't believe it at all because I know for a fact that not even a squid would touch that.

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  8. Hey,

    Just wait till you see the next cover of NEWSWEEK. It's getting big!

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  9. And furthermore, Anoymous, you need to report for sensitivity training!

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  10. Opening her yap isn't the problem. It is rather her admittedly prolific opening of the gap.

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  11. KY-Jelly ... that's like cosmoline, right? Only it smells funny?

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    1. Or, Johnny Cash's "Ring of Fire"... napalm.

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  12. OK guys: Now I can understand how jealous you are and why you are ganging up on me. All I can say is this 'gem' is just the best thing you could ever ask for. She never thinks of herself frist but always understands the bigger picture of our economy over and above things like $9.50 per month for birth control. No my friends, she's 'rock solid' into common sense and what's better, overall, for the Country-yeah baby!!! She has made a liberal Democrat out of me!!!! I'm so glad that my two good Marine buddies turned me on to her. Otherwise, this glorious epiphany may never have happened. She's calling so I must sign-off, for now.

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    1. Hang on just a little while longer, JB. The guys in the white coats should be there any minute now!

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  13. "Hang on just a little while longer"



    OK, but in the meantime I'm waiting for the ultimate Manaja Twa. Debbie Wasserman-Schultz promised to show up so [we] can really get it on. Now just think about how good it will be with Sandra and Debbie. Eat your heart out guys!

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    1. Okay. NOW, I gotta go get a shock treatment OR SOMETHING... I keep getting this mental image.

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    3. Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, I had the occasion to toss back a few drinks with some friends in Taipei. One of these fellows was a member in good standing of the United States Navy. He used to like to hang out with Marines because, well, he always wanted to be a Marine but was too short. I must say, however, that whatever Herbie lacked in height, he made up for in tattoos. The man was a walking “Sunday Funnies.”

      Herbie was a good guy in spite of his close association with the U. S. Navy. Plus, Herbie started buying rounds for us after the fifth. Every now and then, he’d toss in a few cigars. Friendship doesn’t get any better than this.

      In any case, there we were sitting in this bar with wide French doors opening up onto the sidewalk, beyond which no one with common sense would venture. You see, in Taipei, taxicabs don’t have beaks: only horns. This means that we were literally shouting at one another over the din of the traffic just outside the door of this august establishment. The décor was decidedly Han Chinese, and we Marines were afraid of sitting on the bar stools lest we turn queer. Herbie didn’t mind sitting on the bar stool because it made him seem taller.

      In any case, Jon’s fantasia reminds me of that day, for not long after our fifth or sixth round of drinks, in walked a Eurasian woman who could have easily been the twin of Debbie Wasserman-Shultz. She had the same poodle hair, the same Neanderthal eyebrows, eyes too wide apart, one ear lower than the other, small tits, and nothing but filth coming out of her mouth. She walked right up to Herbie and said, “I would like to suck your ____, please.” Suddenly, it was as if all the taxicabs outside disappeared; one could have heard a pin drop. But then the barkeep shouted in Pidgin English, “Hey no ho in dis place mighty fine lesturant see? You betcha.”

      Whatever the hell that meant.

      Two point five seconds later, Herbie parachuted down from the faggy barstool, put his arm around this creature, and they sashayed out the door together. I’ll say this: watching people fall in love almost always bring a tear to my eyes. But that bastard Herbie never even said, “See ya later, fellows,” and this is why none of us had much sympathy for Herbie as he sat crying in the sick bay some six or seven days later writing out reports about how he suddenly experienced a burning sensation during urination. Some people will do almost anything to avoid a captain’s mast.

      Is there a moral to this story? Does a bear shit in the woods? Shooting back drinks with your buddies is far more prudent than throwing your money away on a ménage a trois with known vermin. I offer this suggestion to my friend Jon, who, as it happens, also has a long association with the United States Navy, because to the best of my knowledge, no one ever lost their peepee by overindulging in alcohol.

      Note: Reposted by order of the Blog Commander (the prick)

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    4. Thank you, Mustang.

      BTW, I take being known as 'The Prick' as the highest form of compliment. But, I gotta know... were you holding back?

      Bwahahahahah...HA!

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  14. If my father were alive and were to comment on Fluke, Dad (b 1911) would say this: "I'm not paying for somebody else's screwing party."

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    1. Your dad was SO RIGHT. Not only is it the money involved, it's the principle of the thing, too.

      'Principle'... sorry, I forgot... we're talking about Democrats here.

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  15. Mustang, what a story! Thanks for that...hilarious!
    As for Fluke...I still can't get over how she went in front of the SENATE, on TV, as a single woman, and whined that she can't get her $3000 birth control free. First of all, what's she got, a solid gold IUD? Pills are approx $9.00 a month from what I've heard these days.
    AOW, your dad would have said that (and he's right)...mine would have said "What a TRAMP" He'd have been right, too...but then he had five daughters to scare decent!! :-)

    As for Debbie, WHEN are you all going to learn she should be called Debbie WasserPERSON Schultz so's not to insult the liberal non-gender bunch? :-)


    Marine..your top image is perfect., Free KY Jelly! :-)

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    1. Z... PERFECT!

      Fluke (the name is SO perfect) and Debbie WasserPERSON Schultz would make excellent pivot points for an AMTRACK (a tracked, amphibious warfare vehicle -- not a train.)

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  16. Yes, I remember "Herbie". We always wondered why he DIDN'T hang out with us. Now we know!

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    1. Outstanding comeback, JB... as usual!

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