However, if any conservative pundit had said what Mr. Ratigan said, you can be certain the long knives would be out.
As Mika Brzezinski and Joe Scarborough watched in stunned silence, Mr. Ratigan derogatorily referred to President Obama as a “little boy.” Compounding his foot-in-mouth disease, Mr. Ratigan then said that President Obama “bends over” for 80 year old Wall Street billionaires. The best part of the entire exchange was Mr. Ratigan’s failure to realize the offensive nature of his words.
Is ‘Puter the only one to remember the not-so-long-ago days when teenaged whites would refer to grown black men as “boy” in order to keep them in their places? Apparently, Mr. Ratigan has no such recollection. And as for the bending over comment, ‘Puter leaves the psychoanalysis to Mr. Ratigan’s therapist.
To be clear, ‘Puter does not think Mr. Ratigan is racist. Crazy, maybe. But not racist. Yet this outburst serves as a reminder of the racism double standard: if you’re liberal, you can’t be racist; if you’re conservative, you’re presumed racist.
Always right, unless he isn’t, the infallible Ghettoputer F. X. Gormogons claims to be an in-law of the Volgi, although no one really believes this.
’Puter carefully follows economic and financial trends, legal affairs, and serves as the Gormogons’ financial and legal advisor. He successfully defended us against a lawsuit from a liquor distributor worth hundreds of thousands of dollars in unpaid deliveries of bootleg shandies.
The Geep has an IQ so high it is untestable and attempts to measure it have resulted in dangerously unstable results as well as injuries to researchers. Coincidentally, he publishes intelligence tests as a side gig.
His sarcasm is so highly developed it borders on the psychic, and he is often able to insult a person even before meeting them. ’Puter enjoys hunting small game with 000 slugs and punt guns, correcting homilies in real time at Mass, and undermining unions. ’Puter likes to wear a hockey mask and carry an axe into public campgrounds, where he bursts into people’s tents and screams. As you might expect, he has been shot several times but remains completely undeterred.
He assures us that his obsessive fawning over news stories involving women teachers sleeping with young students is not Freudian in any way, although he admits something similar once happened to him. Uniquely, ’Puter is unable to speak, read, or write Russian, but he is able to sing it fluently.
Geep joined the order in the mid-1980s. He arrived at the Castle door with dozens of steamer trunks and an inarticulate hissing creature of astonishingly low intelligence he calls “Sleestak.” Ghettoputer appears to make his wishes known to Sleestak, although no one is sure whether this is the result of complex sign language, expert body posture reading, or simply beating Sleestak with a rubber mallet.
‘Puter suggests the Czar suck it.