We must not play with Nazis. There is only one thing we can, we must, do with them.

I miss the Handjob TP logo already. Why not stick with that? After all, he “won” with it.

and XXL Grilled Stuft Burrito

Oh, hey, there’s Ol’ B’loon Head. Ain’t seen him in an age. Still faceplantin’, I see.

Ahoy-hoy, pro-life conservatives! Abortion is legal and free in Israel, requiring approval by committee under the following circumstances: the woman being below legal age, rape, incest, conception outside of marriage, birth defect, and/or risk to the woman’s mental/physical health.

Burnt Rumproast!

Let’s see: Initials and letter counts match the name “Damien Thorn;” associated with the number “666" (as in, “666 Fifth Avenue”); Messiah complex combined with a desire to make everyone suffer for eternity; born of a jackal; protected and raised to power by an international conspiracy...dang, I’m runnin’ out of boxes…

Furry Nazis.

I’m doing a manga restoration project for lulz. It’s from way back in the ‘60s, and all the inking was done with a brush. No ziptone; all the shading done with a brush and a ruler. That means any time the artist’s hand wobbled even slightly the shading became “lumpy.” Specks and blots and stray lines all over the…

you must break reality, throw out inconvenient facts, ignore context, and adopt lies as truth

Right down there with the “I forgot the difference between my Tazer and my service revolver” excuse.

The funny thing is, once conservatives create the dystopia they want so badly they’ll be the first ones slaughtered for meat. And while Benny-Boy doesn’t have a lot on his bones, the herd will gladly knock him down to slow their pursuers.

The fun part is that only he did it because people who knew better told him not to. I used to joke that Michelle Obama could have wiped out the deplorables overnight by simply going on teevee and suggesting it was a really bad idea to stick metal forks into wall outlets.

Oh, I thought that wind was coming from God Emperor Dummy Boy himself. (You decide which orifice; it’s all shit-holes.)

It sounds desperate and sad.

Thing is, in 1999 audiences left theaters satisfied, almost giddy, with Episode 1.(...) It was in the years that followed that the nerd echo chamber exploded and public derision for the film came to the surface.

But when placed side by side with the vaguely Asian-accented Neimoidians—untrustworthy traders who brought to mind Yellow Peril stereotypes—and Watto, a greedy raspy-voiced, hook-nosed merchant who couldn’t be less subtle if he shouted, “Oy vey!” after every line, it was hard not to draw the conclusion that Lucas…

Yeah, what could possibly go wrong?

Speaking of thematic messes, the Haunted Mansion model kits are being re-released as “House of Horrors” (sans Disney branding, as was the recent case with the Pirates of the Caribbean kits as “the Jolly Roger series”). These featured an executioner disturbing a ghoul while freeing a chained dwarf, a mummy jumping out…