|There are no words adequate to describe
the immorality, evil and stupidity inherent
in this liberalism, brought to you by the
shrill, humorless harpies at Code Pink.
‘Puter thinks it’s cute that liberals regurgitate demonstrably false talking points. ‘Puter thinks it’s even cuter when liberals regurgitate demonstrably false talking points as dispositive of complicated ethical, moral and political issues. ‘Puter thinks it’s cutest of all when liberals are outraged that ‘Puter not only doesn’t accept their regurgitated demonstrably false talking points but definitively falsifies them.
‘Puter can almost see the moment when liberals realize they’ve been had. That moment is closely followed by rage and anger as liberals willfully disbelieve the facts, returning to the smug comfort of their “unimpeachable” regurgitated talking points.
‘Puter’s had such a great time with liberals’ regurgitated, demonstrably false talking points that he’s coined a new word to describe them: liberalisms.
Here are but a few of ‘Puter’s all-time favorite liberalisms:
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.