I’ve been away fighting Kremlin-trolls, an’ other productive stuff … hmm

Hi, Kent,

Good to “see” you again!

mAnnie sez – I’ll hate anybody who ain’t payin’ me … anybody!!!

Race Bait Hannocchio loves Annie for this reason:

http://www.splcenter.org/blog/2015/06/30/ann-coulter-cites-white-nationalists-anti-muslim-activists-and-other-racists-in-new-book/

I came upon the building in the dead of the night. A small bronze sign lit by a single bare bulb flickering against the gloomy darnkess read: Miskatonic Home for the Aged and Infirm. How long had I been walking since the accident? I had been driving along the old country road on the way toward an assignment when suddenly a figure darted in front of my car. I swerved and struck a tree. When I came to, I smelled gas leaking from the tank and there was no sign of the figure in the road. Luckily, there was a private drive leading up the hill on the other side of the road. It was near pitch black so I could not read the sign on the gate, I just hoped someone would be home.

Banging on the front door, I could hear voices, angry voices. I wasn’t sure I wanted to be there anymore, but, just as I was about to turn away, I heard a scraping at the door, as if a long draw-bar was being removed. The door creaked open slowly, but there was only darkness inside — and silence.

Nobody greeted me, so I gingerly made my way inside. It was dark, but my eyes were adapting. I could see that I was in a reception room with old over-stuffed chairs and it smelled of death. I could see light flickering from underneath a door at the end of the long room, as if a television was on. Slowly, I walked toward the door, listening for any sound, yet hearing nothing.

I paused at the door, hand upon the knob, debating whether I should turn back. Slowly, I turned the knob, terror rising like a scream in my throat. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew the door wide open, dragging me into the room. Light and sound assaulted me from every direction. The room was abnormal, misshapen and redolent of non-Euclidean horrors as perspective shifted in every direction, objects seemed to overlap and extend for infinity, except for one object in the room: a televion at its center. Too late, I saw the FoxNews chyron in the corner. Too late, I saw the creature upon the television screen: Ann Coulter, her carapace slick with the blood of (metaphorical) innocents, chattering madly about some hateful topic. Too late, I saw the gleaming strands emanating from the television, terminating in the eyes and ears of the old and infirm that gathered around it in this evil place of lies and darkness. Too late, I saw the gleaming strands as they reached out to me. I felt her smile her toothy grin as she began to feed upon my fears and anxieties. Too late… too late…
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The more bad publicity Barbie Megyn and Hannocchio’s love interest Annie give Trumpster, the worse it gets for him.

We prepared a script for him to use. He is free to change it around.

Ladies and gentlemen, making this country great was my goal when I ran for president. In the last several weeks, my company had to deal with several setbacks with former business partners, which has resulted in several lawsuits. For the last several days, I had to decide which was important-my company or my candidacy. Because of ongoing litigation with my former business partners, unfortunately, I have decided to withdraw my candidacy for president of the United States.

Cue in violins.

Blackroots Barbie on-air checklist:
1. bleached blond hair. check.
2. short skirt. check.
3. right-wing talking points to shout over liberal guests. check.
Research? Balderdash. That’s for lame stream media.

Gawd. Geraldo can make anything, even a correct viewpoint, tedious and boring.

Where’s a chair to throw when you need one?

"independent" and "straight news anchor" Kelly seems to have done absolutely no research of her own on the subject.