Thursday, April 30, 2009

Extremist discredits movement

No, this is not about Pam Geller vs. Charles Johnson. Rather, it's about a guy in Georgia who's pro-secession and who admits to having once had sex with a mule.

Speaking of brain bleach . . .

OK, palate cleanser: Pontiac GTO.

UPDATE: I just got an e-mail from a reader correcting a typo I had on this post. When Chris Muir is proofreading my blog, I feel a little better about my recent linky-love deficit.

A little better, I said. I'm still on the verge of suicidal depression over not getting the 'Lanche on the Carrie Prejean fakies angle. But I'm still not depressed enough to have sex with a mule.


  1. Why?! Why would you EVER admit to having sex with a mule?!

  2. 1. Pro-secession
    2. Had sex with a mule,

    What other quals does he need for a post with the Dem Party in Washington?


  3. He said the mule was his girlfriend. That implies more than once.

  4. Unless he's all stalkery and fatal-attractiony and stuff. In which case I look forward to the ASPCA filing for a restraining order on the mule's behalf.

    Comedy GOLD, my friends.

  5. That reminds me of an old Lewis Grizzard joke:

    It was a tent meeting and the preacher was standing up in the pulpit, raining fire and brimstone down on the congregation. After a while, one man stood up to testify.

    He said, "Preacher, I have sin in my life. I've owned a business here in town, and I've cheated every customer who walked through my door. So today I confess my sins to you and my church, and promise to make it up to every single customer - I'll pay them back every penny I stole from them. Please forgive me!" The congregation murmured their approval.

    After a another long while of serious preaching, another man stood up. The congregation stirred with "Testify! Testify!" He said, "Preacher, I need to really get something off my conscience. I've cheated on my wife for years. (Turning to her) Honey, I'm sorry I haven't been faithful to you and I promise to never stray again. I confess my sins in front of you and all these church members. Can you ever forgive me?" The wife, weeping, nodded her head and embraced her husband. They sat down together in each other's arms.

    The preacher, sensing real revival in the air, proceeded to increase his intensity. The sweat streamed from his brow as he pounded on the pulpit. Finally, a small, shy man stood up. The congregation was shouting, "Praise the Lord, brother! Testify! Testify!" Looking up at the evangelist, he matter-of-factly said, "Preacher, I've had sex with a goat." The congregation was stunned; it seemed as all the air had been sucked out of the room. The preacher looked down over the pulpit at the little man and said, "I don't believe I'd have told that one."