Janeane Garafalo called you a racist

This contemptible gutter-slut proposes that anyone who dares organize in opposition to the current socialist regime is a racist. Even if you practice peaceful assemblage, and speak in calm respectful language, if you have the audacity to not swallow EVERYTHING they've dished on your plate, anything short of adoration should be labeled hate-speech. Well, I know a thing or three about hate-speech. Shit bitches, I invented it! And tea-parties ain't it. What she does, though, is close. And it's YOU she's hatin' on...



And these Hitler-youth at UNC suggest that "No one is illegal" according to their signs, and think nothing of violently thwarting a peaceful speech...by a United States Congressman!

The embedding data for this clip was removed from the N&O's page, but here's a link to that short video. Hooray for Campus Security macing these anti-Americans, but those forces should have made certain the vandals among them (maybe they were ALL vandals?) completely cleared the area outside.

Fortunately, these other UNC students are much better representatives for the University and for humankind.



Garofalo, wasn't your 15 minutes up like decades ago? Remind us what was worth putting up with you in the first place.

Mr. Towelhead

To all Islamic terrorists:

And I certainly include those of you who have graduated from your madrassa, on to organized "jihad"...but also those Muslims among you who are tolerant of or apologetic for so-called jihadists. Get this:

You are cowards. Every last cock-sucking one of you. Jihad = crying-assed, fudge-packing, pansified chicken-shits.

I haven't posted flush-o-gram on a daily basis, because all my recent flushes have been catching up what I've owed to you. Also, henceforward, any day without a defined and described flush, you may assume the default flush is to you.

Also, get this: Regardless of the fact that the sheeple of my country fucked up and elected your messiah as President, do not think that I will stand down or cower in your presence. You walk your carcass up in my yard, and you can forget about your lower-deity, Allah, coming to rescue your little candy-ass. For that matter, you can forget about any virgins awaiting your arrival in heaven. You and I meet up, whether it's here or in some afterlife, and I am unloading the holiest can of whup-ass on you that your faggoty allah has ever even heard of.

And claiming your would-be virgins.

And don't forget, you can't even get "sloppy-seconds" in Hell.

Yours most unmercifully,

Rusty Straightrazor

Keith Olbermann: Ivy Leaguer...ha!

Keith Olbermann gets reamed by Ann Coulter. By now, many of you have already read this, where the fabulous Ms. Coulter takes Keith out behind the proverbial woodshed. Ladies and gentlemen, this is what a good flush-o-gram is all about. I first read this a couple days ago, and didn't have time for posting.

Olbermann likes to assume a holier than thou aura. Text below excerpted from Ms. Coulter's site, which if you haven't been visiting, the real question is: why not? Go read the whole thing...do it now.

Except Keith didn't go to the Ivy League Cornell; he went to the Old MacDonald Cornell.

The real Cornell, the School of Arts and Sciences (average SAT: 1,325; acceptance rate: 1 in 6 applicants), is the only Ivy League school at Cornell and the only one that grants a Bachelor of Arts degree.

Keith went to an affiliated state college at Cornell, the College of Agriculture and Life Sciences (average SAT: about that of pulling guards at the University of South Carolina; acceptance rate: 1 of every 1 applicants).

Olbermann's incessant lying about having an "Ivy League education" when he went to the non-Ivy League ag school at Cornell would be like a graduate of the Yale locksmithing school boasting about being a "Yale man."

Touche, Undermann! Couldn't have said it better. Except that I'm ditto-ing Ann with a flush-o-gram, straight to you.

Where "Bossy" = shallow

Wanna know what has awaken Rusty from his peaceful slumber? It's a blogger that he thought he actually liked.

Goes to show that it ain't always the first impression.

Today, we're going to issue a flush-o-gram to Bossy. Rusty thought Bossy was funny, 'cause she keeps it real, real silly. And Rusty has an appreciation for silly (don't ask). But if you already have a real husband (who is not Rusty) and you publicly show your adoration for a pretend-husband (who is a dingbat named John Cusak, pictured with an upside-down moustache), and you reference crap like the huffington post (as if there's ever anything but ultra left wing horse hockey to be found there), and your commenters turn out to be a bunch of left-wing loonies...Uh...sorry, but I try to associate with folks who have more going for them.

You can keep your real husband, I won't come knocking. But, please don't breed with your pretend-husband, as I'd hate for another generation of his kind.

It chaps my hide whenever I hear celebrities whoring their celebrity for the liberal, peace-monger, hug-a-tree-&-hate-America movements, but you...I thought you were different.

Sister-In-Law's teacher

My sister-in-law...let's say her name rhymes with [stricken from the record], is currently working on her Doctorate in Applied Theoretical Rocket Surgery, and is required to take a certain class for the curriculum. This class is being "taught" by an instructor who apparently believes that the only way to learn something is to be forced to inundate oneself in every conceivable nuance of the material from every perspective imaginable for 23 hours and 59 minutes of every day, neglecting one's kids and food and water and everything else just to write yet another essay on who oughtta play Rosencrantz and who oughtta play Guildenstern if good ol' Willie Shagspeak's play about the Danish Prince was to get itself made into yet another movie.

My advice to you, so-called "teacher" at Harvard-On-The-Highway...try another method. If you can't find a way to generate a little enthusiasm for one of the greatest pieces of literature ever written, without resorting to total immersion, then perhaps the failing is yours. Give 'em a break, you bitch.

Get thee to my turd-flush!

You first, asshole.

Tim Graham reported on Newsbusters that Bill Maher's plan for economic recovery would be to legalize marijuana and execute evil rich people. I say that we should execute evil rich potsmokers like Maher.

One one hand, I appreciate HBO for some of the mini-series it has produced and delivered: Band of Brothers, Rome, The Sopranos. But, I can't abide the fact that this guy has a vehicle for spewing his hatred of America. I keep wanting to cancel or boycott HBO for running his program, but then along comes Taking Chance. Note: I watched that movie last night, and thought it was great, but wondered if HBO would've aired it if it more-patriotically publicized the worthiness of PFC Phelps' sacrifice.

Seriously, though, how about a show of hands? Would anybody miss this guy? I could get on board with his idea if we start by executing him. And I'd pay to see it.

Damn you, Bill Maher.

Sidney "Butterball" Lowe

Generally, the Flush-O-Grams go out regarding the recently past actions of some human weed. This one, though, is extended sewage-pipe-wise to someone about to do something.

Before you get all Gee, he's like Nostradamus...

I've just noticed it before, so I kinda know what to expect.

Tonight's UNC/NCSU game will be played in the Smith Center. Sindy Lowe (misspelling intentional) and his players are such babies, that they'll bring their own red chairs to sit on because their tender little tushies might get chafed sitting on a blue chair. I am not kidding. Look closely during the timeouts.

Aforementioned Lowe may also wear his Red Jacket, because it is so intimidating to Carolina fans and their team. Honestly, I find myself so terrified when watching him transformed from mediocre ...to... mediocre-but-with-red-jacket, simply by putting on a red jacket, that I yell "RED JACKET!" tauntingly at the television.

Ka-whoosh...comin' at ya, Sindy.