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Date Awarded: March 12, 2010 Girlieman: Eric Massa Like everyone else, I asked ‘who the hell is he’, when Empire State congressman, Eric Massa, hit a career-derailing ethics charges speed bump in the United States’ House of Representatives. It's hard to pin him down, because his story keeps changing. Unwilling, unable, to take responsibility for his own actions, he's only consistent on one point: it’s never his fault. Excuse: ‘He/they’ overreacted. It was just plain vanilla, male bonding-class, grab-ass. Excuse: ‘They’ are out to get me, because I’m against Obamacare. He backed this one up, when he invoked the horrific specter of a naked Rahmbo who accosted poor, terrified Eric in the Elected Tormentors’ shower room. Excuse: My cancer, which has been dormant for years, is back. Unwilling to simply slink away into richly deserved obscurity, Eric is conducting a ‘poor, poor, pitiful me’ tour whose lowlight, so far, is an appearance on Larry King’s CNN-perpetrated insomnia cure. During that snooze fest, Larry managed to ask a pertinent question: Are you gay? Given Eric’s long history of sexual hijinks with his male subordinates, it’s a reasonable question. Reasonable or not, Eric huffed, puffed, bobbed, weaved, and ran for cover. For lacking the stones to man up and take responsibility for his ‘I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours’ antics...for trotting out one pathetic excuse after another...for being a craven coward, Eric Massa is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: LAUSD Superintendent Ramon Cortines Eager to make Black History Month memorable, a trio of LAUSD (Los Angeles Unified School District) teachers - all of them oppressors - decided to ‘keep it real’ for their school’s 2010 Black History Month parade. Unwilling to go with the flow, our trio of PIGish educators eschewed such ‘been there, done that’ Melanin-Enriched players as Nelson Mandela, Harriet Tubman and - of course - Messiah Barry Obama. Instead, our trio of outside the box thinkers gave the tykes in their classes pictures of O. J. Simpson, Dennis Rodman and gender bender RuPaul to carry in the parade. I know what you're thinking and you're wrong, because the relevant school authorities pre-approved their choices. Prior approval notwithstanding, Ramon Cortines went gutless and girlie, after the Ethocrap bovine excrement hit the proverbial cooling device with a deafening "splat". Instead of shaking his head, or admitting ‘Now that’s funny, I don’t care who you are’, District Killjoy Cortines went turned into a panty wearing, panic-stricken, pissant, putting the trio of funsters on administrative leave, while an investigation is conducted. Apparently, Cortines misplaced his nads, the moment that the designated Sanctuary City of Angels whiner - NAACP chapter president, Leon Jenkins - had a panty wadding hissy fit over this PIG-worthy stunt. Unwilling to do his own talking, Eunuch Ramon Cortines had his spokeshole, Gayle Pollard-Terry, spout this pathetic drivel: "The superintendent will not let anyone make a mockery out of Black History Month." Congratulations, Ramon. You’re more than a gutless guttersnipe. You’re not just another steaming pile of nadless Educrat crap. You also the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: CAIR Cretin Ibrahim Hooper A steaming Jihadikaze turd, CAIR spokesasshole Ibrahim Hooper, is not happy camper, this week. Why? Blissfully unaware of his exercise in self parody, he’s blubbering because CPAC has scheduled a panel discussion on Mecca Mania’s ‘war on free speech’, plus assorted other Jihadikaze-related issues.
If he/it had a scintilla of manhood, Ibrahim would insist on participating in the discussion of his supernaturalism’s unrelenting war on inalienable liberty. If he/it had a spine, he would exercise his free speech birthright, instead of trying to silence anyone who says things he doesn’t want to hear. If he/it had a single functioning synapse, he’d spend quality time in the FSOP, where he might finally get up to speed on the fact that there is no right which protects him from being offended. Instead he spouts drivel like this:
Congratulations, Ibrahim. You’re more than a caterwauling, Jihadikaze, shitbag. You’re the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: A Certain A-rab Ambassador Since our hero won’t give his name, I’ll call him Ziplock. Why do I call him that? Because, his story hinges on the contents of a certain ‘baggie’. Like the baggies you store in your refrigerator, this one’s purpose is to prevent something noxious from spoiling your whole day, and your appetite. Ziplock’s adventure hit high gear when he ventured forth seeking a new bride. In the process, he disproved at least two venerable axioms. Love is NOT, apparently, blind. Also, there are some faces that even a MOTHER can’t love. On the plus side, that stuff about ‘a great personality’ is still in play. Confused? Fear not, because, AFP has all those painful particulars:
I have no sympathy, whatsoever, for this caterwauling cretin. This ‘holy crap’ moment is the risk you run when you make women hide inside a full-body baggie. It’s what he deserves for playing along with this dehumanizing aspect of Mecca Mania. Furthermore, asking for his money back because she’s the poster wench for DOG, is vile, and you can quote me. In a perfect world, the court would make him pony up more money for insulting his far from lovely bride. Since the Islamikazes won’t give him a lifetime supply of razors to wack off his bride’s beard and the address of a first rate eye doctor, then tell him ‘tough darts, better you than me, Sparky’, it’s up to me to make thing’s right. Congratulations, Ziplock, you’re the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girliemen of the Week Girliemen: Certain Sandbox Officials If you think NO NADs have cornered the market on penis envy, get over it. Besieged by feelings of inadequacy, certain pigmy-wanged officials in the Sandbox’s equivalent of America’s State Department black flagged Pakistan’s new ambassador from taking up a diplomatic post in the kingdom. Why? Because Akbar Zeb, a distinguished diplomat, is Pakistan’s "Biggest Dick". Confused? Don’t be. ‘Foreign Policy’ has all the turgid, John Holmes-worthy facts:
The bad news is that, like the hung like a chipmunk dweebs in Bahrain, and UAE, the penis-envy riddled Sandbox punks have no sense of humor. The good news is that, unlike their UAE and Bahrain counterparts, the Sandbox officials have just been ‘rewarded’ for their inability to handle this "Biggest Dick". Congratulations penis envy punks, you're the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girliemen of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Arthur Mijares A Contra Costa County (Mexifornia) dude, Arthur Mijares, is obsessed with ‘The Devil’. No, not THAT devil, but he seems to have unresolved ‘issues’ with HIM, too. In this case, the Devil in question is a 3,849 prominence called Mount Diablo. After trying, and failing, to change this devilish name, in 2005, Arthur is running his idea to change the mountain’s name up the federal flagpole - United States Board on Geographic Names - again.
As usual I have several takes on this lunacy. * Arthur needs to get over it, or, if that’s impossible, he should MOVE. * Has Arthur considered the fact that, to many of Mexifornia’s indigenous moonbats, Ronald Reagan IS the Devil, making this name change a distinction without a difference? * If Arthur wants to expunge some REAL devils from Mexifornia, he should head for Sacramento, where the demon’s spawn in the state senate just passed a bill that would eradicate ALL free parking spaces from the no longer ‘Golden’ State. Arthur is so sorry that he probably gets queasy when he sees GASP Devil's Food cake on the menu, in a bakery, or on a grocery store shelf. You’re pathetic, Arthur, but you’re much more than that. You’re also the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girliemen of the Week Girlieman: Dutch Injustice Weasels The Islamikaze-appeasing weasels were undaunted by a Dutch supreme court ruling, last year, which cut PIG hero Geert Wilders some slack, by ruling that ‘insulting a religion did not automatically "imply an insult to its believers"...’ The same weasels are so spineless, they’re allowing Islamikazes to pressure them into reversing the weasels’ original decision not to file any action against Wilders, because Geert’s comments were "in the context of societal debate." Instead, these gutless wonders, surrendered to caterwauling Islamikazes who want Geert Wilders nailed for a ‘hate crime’. Why are they after Geert? They’re acting pissy, because his exceptional film, "Fitna" gives them a boo-boo.
A man with the courage of his convictions, Geert is a hero, whose exercise in free speech has so angered Jihadikaze scumbags, that he has been living under 24-hour police protection since 2004. Instead of venerating Geert’s free speech birthright, these gutless Dutch wonders are determined to stab him in the back to appease caterwauling Islamikazes. It’s an act of craven cowardice which has earned these Dutch injustice officials what they so richly deserve, the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girliemen of the Week award. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Steven Relf I freely admit that calling Steve Relf a ‘man’ is an insult to the male of the species. Why? He’s a craven coward, who abused his gig as a bartender, by raping many of the women who entered the pub where he worked, seeking a libation. Deemed a ‘sexual predator’ by the proper authorities, this festering sore on humanity’s butt is believed to have raped at least 40 women. Stevie is more than a rapist scumbag. Based on his latest antics, he’s also a caterwauling cretin who won’t stop whining about the ‘intolerable’ conditions of his confinement. He’s okay, more or less, with the iron bars, barbed wire, and armed guards, but there is one thing about his graybar suite that gets on atheist Stevie’s last, raw, nerve: his holy roller cellmate:
Stevie is such a gutless loser that he’s forced share this PIGish bitch-slap with the spineless Brit innkeepers who made Stevie’s day by transferring his holy roller cellmate. For being a whining asshole, Steve Relf is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week Girlieman of the Year Girlieman: Messiah Barry When he put up his ‘the buck stops here’ sign in the Oval Office, President Harry S. Truman, unintentionally, set the POTUS accountability bar very high for his successors. Unintentionally? You bet, because President Truman embedded the idea in the minds of We the People, making us demand Truman-like POTUS accountability from every occupant of the Oval Office. In the years that followed Truman’s Oval Office tenure, his successors faced this challenge squarely, with mixed results, the most notable failures being Tricky Dicky, Jihad Jimmy, and Bubba. As bad as they were, none of them came close to the current Finger Pointer In Chief. When it comes to passing the buck Prompter Punk is in a class by himself. Voting ‘present’ is his favorite move, one that his willing toadies in the mainstream media aid and abet, with their steadfast refusal to ask Messiah Barry any hard questions. Is it any wonder that Messiah Barry’s instinctive response to any crisis rejects Harry Truman’s "the buck stops here" and embraces, instead, Bart Simpson’s "I didn’t do it"? Nope. Hunkered down in his reality-proof Red Shed bunker, Messiah Barry is determined to keep voting present, no matter what happens on his watch. The latest airborne terrorist attack, on Flight 253, is a prime example of Blame-Shifting Barry in action. If this gutless wonder has his way, he’ll make you believe that Vicente W. Bush, personally, handed the Nigerian Jihadikaze his boarding pass in Amsterdam. He’ll insist that it was none other than Dick "Darth" Cheney who passed the underwear bomber through the security checkpoint in Amsterdam. This isn’t breaking news, nor should it be, because Blame-Shifting Barry has been playing this "Bush did it" game all year. Double-digit unemployment? Bush did it. Runaway government spending? Bush did it. A plummeting dollar? Bush did it. The subprime mortgage debacle? Bush did it. Trillion dollar federal deficits, forever? Bush did it. A powerless, impoverished America which is wide open to Jihadikaze assaults? Bush did it. Appeasement on steroids? Bush held a gun to Barry’s head and MADE him do it. If all the key decisions are being made by Vicente W. Bush anyway, why the f**k do we need this Dumbo-eared Marxist Messiah loser? As much as he pissed me off, the Cowboy was/is still a significant improvement over this COMMIE. It’s time for rational American adults to evict Blame-Shifting Barry from our misery. Hit the road, Jackass, and let us put someone with a full set of balls in charge. Admittedly, it’s a memorable, "WELL DUH", moment in the PIGdom, but a pagan scribbler has to do what a pagan scribbler has to do. For resetting the bar on gutless and girlie, Messiah Barry Obama is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Year. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Lieberman’s Gatekeeper Gorilla On Tuesday, December 15, 2009, members of the Tea Party Patriots gathered in Washington DC to exercise their First Amendment Rights. They did so, by visiting the offices of numerous United States Senators who might play a key role in the defeat of Messiah Barry’s DeathCare debacle. While exercising their right to peaceably assemble in one such office, the one belonging to one of the key DeathCare Bill players, Senator Joe Lieberman, Mark Meckler (a National Tea Party Patriot Coordinator), Sally Oljar (another National Coordinator) and Michael Greer (a Mexifornia Patriot) attempted to petition their government, directly, by exercising their free speech with the Senator. Although the trio were, at all times respectful, the same can’t be said for Senator Lieberman’s gatekeeper gorilla, whom we will call Kong. Mark Meckler explains the confrontation in a posting on the Tea Party Patriots Internet site:
Although it’s a big deal to Mark Meckler, I’m going to set aside his position in the Tea Party Patriot organization. Why? It’s a side issue. What matters to me is the fact that this gatekeeper gorilla got insufferably snarky with three citizens who wanted nothing more, nothing less, than their constitutional right to speak to their employee, Senator Joe Lieberman. They wanted to talk, respectfully, with a man whose vote on the DeathCare bill could have a disastrous impact on every American citizen, including the three in Joe Lieberman’s office. When confronted by three sovereign American individuals, who just wanted to talk to their employee, this gatekeeper gorilla piece of shit went gutless and girlie, then ran caterwauling to the Capitol Hill cops. I suspect that the only reason he called the proper authorities is the fun fact that it would take too long to summon a gang of SEIU thugs to break some Tea Party Patriot heads. Congratulations, Kong, in addition to being a pimple on humanity’s butt, not to mention a craven coward when confronted by we the people, you’re also the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Mike Huckabee The nicest thing I can say about this Huckabee loser is this: Mikey’s Harry Truman impression needs work. Apparently, for Mike Huckabee, 'the buck stops anywhere, but here'. In fact, instead of accepting his part of the blame for commuting the sentence of that rat bastard who mowed down 4 police officers in Lakewood, Washington, Mikey went gutless and girlie, by blaming everyone else: Mike Huckabee, who as Arkansas governor commuted the sentence of the man suspected of killing four Lakewood Police officers, said Monday night his "heart is broken" but insisted that prosecutors and judges were derelict in keeping Maurice Clemmons from returning to prison. (Seattle Post-Intelligencer) I’ve had my fill of gutless and girlie assholes with delusions of grandeur. I've had my fill of craven, finger-pointing, cowards who sleaze their way into the Oval Office. I''ve had my fill, to put it bluntly, of Mike Huckabee. With his abject failure to accept any responsibility for his own actions, Mikey has proven himself UNFIT for the presidency. If Mikey REALLY had the right ‘leadership’ stuff, he would have owned up to his critical role in Maurice Clemmons’ release from custody. Instead, his first instinct was to do a Bart Simpson, by bleating "I didn’t do it." For passing the buck, instead of accepting it...for shifting the blame, instead of shouldering it...for trying to vote "present", when it comes to Mauricce Clemmons’ release from prison, Mike ‘Holier Than Thou’ Huckabee is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girliemen of the Week Girliemen: Sushi Slammer ‘Herbivores’ What exactly is a Sushi Slammer ‘Herbivore’? What indeed? An NPR rant shares these PIG-worthy particulars:
Herbivores are, of their own volition, mired in a ‘girls are icky’ stage of adolescence. Unwilling to get horizontal and squishy, their psychological self-castration allows their nads to wither on the, uh, vine. In and of itself, that doesn’t qualify them for this award, but, their steadfast devotion to a boob tube show named ‘Girlie Guys’, seals the deal, for Yukihiro Yoshida and his grass munching cohorts. Congratulations Eunuchs, you’re the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girliemen of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Nick Balzano One of those ‘good kids’ whom we honor, here, in the Free State of PIG, 17 year old Kevin Anderson is working hard to earn his Eagle Scout badge. While pursuing that noble status, Kevin spent 200 hours, over several weeks, clearing a 1,000-foot long walking and biking path at Kimmets Lock Park (Allentown, Pennsylvania). Nobody asked him to do it, because nobody needed to ask. Kevin Anderson saw something that needed to be done and he went to work on the task. No harm, no foul? It is, to a rational adult, a descriptor which excludes a local union thug named Nick Blazano. In addition to being the biggest pile of shit in Allentown, Nick Blazano is president of the local SEIU (Service Employees International Union) in Allentown. Already in a panty-wadding panic, after the city decided to lop off 39 SEIU asshats from the city payroll, Nick was in a very crappy mood (crappy being the nominal state for a turd like Nick). Alarmed by Kevin’s random act of good citizenship, Nick ran caterwauling to the Allentown City Council, blubbering incoherently about filing a grievance against the city for allowing Kevin to clear that stretch of Kimmets Lock Park. Thus sayeth Nick: volunteer workers are a capitalist plot. In Nick's personal toilet bowl, only union punks are allowed to use a hoe, use shovel, plant a flower, and/or clear a path. When the blowback reached deafening levels, Nick ran for cover. No longer ‘available’ for comment, Nick cowered in his hole beneath a SEIU rock, forcing those higher up the SEIU food chain to erase that rancid ‘Nick Blazano was here’ stench from Allentown.
Nice try, SEIU punks, but that gutless wonder, Nick Blazano, is still acting like a craven coward. For picking a fight with an exemplary young man...for throwing a tantrum at a city council meeting...for lacking the nads to man up and apologize...for craven cowardice on a mind-boggling scale, Nick "The Titanic Turd" Blazano is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girliemen of the Week Girliemen: Harald Kloser, Roland Emmerich If you’ve seen the teasers for Columbia Pictures forthcoming flick, "2012", you’re painfully aware of its ‘we’re all going to die’ plot line. If you managed to elude the death and destruction-saturated teasers, I’ll give you a heads up. To this pagan scribbler, it looks like the kind of flick you’d get from the (past) master of disaster, Irwin Allen, if he wrote the screenplay while he was on the ultimate bad acid trip. The prime mover on "2012" is Director Roland Emmerich, a film wrangler who is no stranger to wholesale, cinematic, destruction: "Independence Day", "Godzilla", "The Day After Tomorrow". Ready, willing and eager, to create havoc, Roland set out to destroy as many noteworthy landmarks as possible. St. Peters Basilica? Yup. Rio’s Christ the Redeemer statue? Yup. The Red Shed? Yup. Taiwan’s Taipei 101 - the world’s tallest completed building? He’s got it in his sights. Nothing, it seems, is safe from destruction, or is it?
For going gutless and girlie...for letting 7th century supernaturalists dictate what they can destroy in their movie...for giving raving Islamikaze moonbats a veto power over what can, and can’t, appear in a movie, Roland Emmerich and Harald Kloser are the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girliemen of the Week. Girliemen of the Week Girliemen: The Suits at Microsoft Eager to make computer users forgive and forget the infamous Windows Vista debacle, the suits at Microsoft decided to team up with the producers of a popular boob tube cartoon series, ‘The Family Guy’. In exchange for Microsoft’s sponsorship, the show’s producers would write a special episode of their show which would promote the newest version of Billy Gates’ operating system, Windows 7. We don’t know what Microsoft envisioned, when it $igned on for ‘a variety show episode called Family Guy Presents: Seth And Alex's Almost Live Comedy Show, featuring animated and live sketches’. We do know that they were shocked, shocked, I tell you, over what they got:
Obviously, nobody in Microsoft’s executive suites bothered to watch episodes of ‘Family Guy’, before they ponied up million$ for a special episode. If they had done their homework, they’d know how politically incorrect the show’s writers - Seth MacFarlane and Alex Borstein - really are. If they had done their homework, they’d know about past ‘Family Guy’ controversies: prior episodes featured jokes about abortion, Mother Teresa, pedophilia, and much, much, more. Instead, they blundered into an show biz icon of inKorrectness, then, in a gutless and girlie panic, set their hair on fire. LOSERS! Microsoft’s suits need to grow a pair, a badly needed ‘sprouting’ which is long overdue. Since, they can’t, or won’t, get over it, the FSOP is forced to make these cringing, computer code wrangling, cretins, the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girliemen of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girliemen: The Suits At Target The suits at ‘Target’ had a lock on a ‘capitalist of the week’ award, until some Colonista whining made them go gutless and girlie. It started, when someone with a properly-PIGish sense of humor created what has to be the inKorrect Halloween costume of the year: their over-the-top ‘Illegal Alien’ Halloween costume:
It is - as the accompanying image demonstrates -an utterly PIGish idea. Predictably, our enthusiasm for this idea isn’t shared by Border Jumping Scumbag Invaders, or those who coddle them:
Joshua Thomas is right, when he says Target made a mistake, but this ‘mistake’ isn’t posting the costume. The real ‘mistake’ is turning into cringing cretins, when the Colonistas whined about this inKorrect gem. Angleica Salas won’t give Target an award for knuckling under, but the FSOP will. Congratulations Joshua, you, and the rest of the suits at Target, are the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girliemen of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Al Gore Tired of playing second fiddle to the new kid on the messianic meathead block, yesterday’s ‘savior’, Messiah Al, showed up at one of those stage-managed events where, in theory, never is heard a discouraging word. If you’ve been paying attention, you know, by now, that the Tennessee Tonnage hasn’t got the nads to defend his Globally Warmed whoppers - face to face - with a fact-laden rational adult. According to this Fat Cave Fathead, the ‘science is settled’ and no longer needs defending. According to rational, climate-wrangling, adults Al’s JUNK SCIENCE is so riddled with holes, that it’s utterly indefensible, a fun fact which explains why the Tennessee Tonnage refuses to discuss it. Al’s yammering at the Society of Environmental Journalists annual conference at the Madison Concourse Hotel (Wisconsin) was going along nicely, until ‘it’ happened. In a heartbeat, this lip-flapping, legend in his own mind was exposed as the gutless guttersnipe he really is. It happened, when, too full of himself, the Tennessee Tonnage opened the floor to questions:
If this bloated piece of crap insists on promoting this junk science whopper, the least he could do is man up. If that’s too much for him, he should shut his gaping pie hole slink back to his Fat Cave, where his sonorous bloviating won’t put rational adults to sleep. If he thinks this Globally-Warmed yammering will win him another prize, he’s poised to get his wish. Congratulations fatass, you’re the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Roman Polanski I don’t give a rat’s ass how many Tinsel Town twerps sign a petition on behalf of this pervert. I don’t give a damn if the victim of his assault just wants to put an end to this painful incident in her life. I don’t care if it happened more then 3 decades ago. I don’t give a damn how many hit movies he’s perpetrated. I do give a damn about what he did to a 13 year old girl in 1977. In 1977, the 44-year-old Polanski invited a girl named Samantha to pose for some photos to be published in a famous magazine. She was your age. Thirteen. After she arrived, he forced Samantha to drink alcohol, then drugged her with powerful medication. She repeatedly asked him to stop. She said “no.” Over and over, she said “no.” Undeterred, he proceeded to violate her sexually. Some of the things he did to her are so grotesque, they are not appropriate to recount in this column. It was all illegal, and all unwelcome. (A Guy Benson Town Hall column addressed to an unidentified 13 year old, presumably a family member.) This gutless piece of shit drugged, then forced himself on, a frightened 13 year old girl who asked him to stop, time and time again. Afterwards, he told the still frightened girl not to tell her mother, a plea his victim ignored. Later, when he was headed for a richly deserved stint in a Mexifornia graybar, he ran true to form - gutless to the core - and ran away. He’s been acting gutless and girlie ever since, until the Swiss authorities bagged and tagged him, at the request of Mexifornia justice system officials. This craven coward is still acting like a panicked, panty-wearing, punk. He still hasn’t got the stones to face up to, and pay the price for, what he has done. I’m tired of this spineless scumbag's excuses. I’m tired of him hiding behind his Tinsel Town friends. I’m tired of him, period. I don’t care how many awards his films have won, the only award that matters to me is the one he’s just won: the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Messiah Barry I know what you’re thinking and I tend to agree. Making Messiah Barry Girlieman of the Week reeks of picking low-hanging fruit. Why him? Because the latest stop on his ‘America sucks, but it’s not my fault’ tour pissed me off, in a BIG way. I considered making him a Steaming Load, but this pathetically pandering POTUS pissant would probably consider it a compliment. Instead, I’m stooping to calling an alleged man who was born without balls, and has a spine made out of silly putty, a ‘Girlieman’. With his popularity, slowly, inexorably, waning, as ‘familiarity breeds contempt’ snaps Americans out of their Obama zombie fog, Messiah Barry took his show on the road. Full of himself and ‘it’, he fed his insatiable ego with a pit stop at the Black Helicopter Club. As usual, this pathetic prompter-addicted pissant pandered to the international rabble, by feeding their America hating fervor. Desperate for any scrap of approval, this gutless wonder took his America sucks rhetoric to new lows. He apologized for the success of American capitalism and vowed to execute it with a Globally Warmed, ‘Cap and Trade’ noose. He apologized to the tyrants, despots and scumbags in the audience for America’s history of promoting liberty in all the dark places where tyranny thrives. He vowed that America would, henceforth, stand down and never again go it alone, when a wrong needed to be righted. He apologized for standing shoulder to shoulder with our friend, Israel, and made it clear that Uncle Sam will look the other way when Iran nukes Israel into oblivion. He apologized for America’s military might and promised to leave the USA defenseless by scuttling our nuclear arsenal. He apologized for America’s world leader role, vowing to put the USA at the rear of the line in the roster of nations. When he wasn’t apologizing for America’s strength, leadership and greatness, Messiah Barry was stroking his own ego, by bragging about his success at destroying us from within. In short, he groveled for personal acclamation and accolades, by beating a hasty retreat from the once great nation he’s supposed to lead. Messiah Barry is a gutless guttersnipe who will bend over to take it from anyone, as long as the ‘stallion’ terminates the butt service with a pat on Barry’s scrawny butt. You’re a narcissistic piece of shit, Barry. You’re a scumbag who will sacrifice anyone, anything, to feed your egregiously inflated ego. You’re all that, and more, including the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Joe Wilson South Carolina Congressman Joe Wilson was, for one brief moment, that icon of improbability: an honest man in the halls of Congress. In a room filled with liars, damn liars and statisticians - the biggest, boldest of which was Prompter Punk himself - Joe Wilson, for one shining moment, did the unthinkable. Joe Wilson told the truth, when he called Messiah Barry a liar. He boldly - some might say foolishly - used a rare moment of silence between Messiah Barry whoppers - to call a liar a ‘liar’, to the man’s face, in front of a national television audience. His heroism, along with his bravado, evaporated, immediately after the speech, when Prompter Punk’s Chicago enforcer, Rahmbo, ORDERED, the jellyfish running the Elephant Clan to have Joe Wilson call Rahmbo’s office and apologize for, at minimum, his ‘shocking breech of decorum’. Sinking to new depths, the Elephant Clan jellyfish whined, groveled, and sniveled, at Rahmbo’s feet, before ganging up on Joe Wilson. Did it work? You bet, and it gave the Libertards what they wanted, a new cause celebre. Joe Wilson breeched decorum by getting real in Congress. The steaming pile of turds who infest our nation’s capitol won’t tolerate that kind of thing, and they’ve launched an all out Jihad to destroy this dastardly individual who dared to say what EVERY RATIONAL ADULT knows: Messiah Barry is congenital liar who wouldn’t know the truth if it fell on him. Don’t take my word for it, track down an AP story which starts out with this ‘liar, liar, pants on fire’ smackdown:
Merely mortal, Joe didn’t have the nads to stand his ground. As a result, Joe has the dubious honor of replacing Sarah Palin as the most hated vast right-wing conspirator in America. Assuming they can’t drive him out of congress, all the POTUS Punk's men will do their best to make the rest of Joe Wilson’s term in office a living hell. He was destined to be on the receiving end of a shit storm, in any case, but it’s a lot easier to take those fetid slings and arrows in stride, if you have the balls to hang tough, when the truth is on your side. You let me down, Joe. I dared to hope during your Mr. Smith Goes To Washington Moment, but you proved, in the end, that you’re just another Washington Beltway Weasel. You’ll be suitably thrilled to learn that you’re the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Dr. Ed Bruckner Dr. Ed Bruckner, President of American Atheists, is, apparently, a man with too much time on his hands. This week, he’s pissing (probably in his pants) and moaning over an item which was blasted - uh - heavenward, on the latest mission of space shuttle Discovery. The angst-inducing icon which has Little Eddie foaming at the mouth is, to this pagan scribbler, utterly innocuous. Little Eddie has, inexplicably, turned it into a supernaturalist stake being driven into the heart of America’s separation of church and state:
If this petty crap is all it takes to set Little Eddie’s hair on fire, he should see a quack about ‘growing a pair’. Hopefully, this FSOP bitch-slap will help him fill that void, but I’m not going to hold my breath. As far as I can tell, the only supernaturalism-obsessed space cadet in this story is a chronic bed-wetter named Eddie Bruckner. If Little Eddie had the requisite nads, he would take on the REAL threat to Church-State separation. He would take dead aim at the Islamikazes who are systematically trying to inject Sharia law into the public - tax funded - sphere, from sea to shining sea. If Little Eddie had a hint of manhood, he would stop Sharia law from getting a foodhold, in the USA, the way it has in blights like Canada, and J.O.E. For his egregious, holy rollers are lurking in NASA’s woodpile, bed-wetting over something as trivial as a small piece of metal from a plane crash, Little Eddie Bruckner is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Governor David Paterson With his approval ratings in the crapper - 30% now, but they have been as low as 18% - New York Governor David Paterson isn’t thrilled spitless about his chances of being elected to the governorship. Getting the job, after Eliot Spitzer’s hooker scandal made room for Davie at the top, was a piece of cake, but keeping the job that he now holds isn’t going to be a slam dunk. Why? His policies, his pathetic performance, haven’t been a voter-inspiring success. With Attorney General Andrew Cuomo ready, willing, and eager to give himself a promotion up the political food chain, Davie boy isn’t looking forward to the forthcoming election cycle. Feeling vulnerable, and unable to present a convincing argument for his candidacy, David Paterson played a depressingly familiar card from the bottom of the deck, the Race Card:
Did this ‘racist media punks are out to get me’ bull crap work? Not exactly. Melanin-Enriched state Senator Kevin Parker (D-Brooklyn), thinks that Davie needs to grow a pair:
The only person impeding David Paterson’s political ambitions is David Paterson. His suckage as New York state’s chief executive is his own doing. For blaming the great white bigot...for his steadfast refusal to accept responsibility for his own actions, Governor David Paterson is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Congresspuke Alan Grayson Last week, I opined that our winner, Congressman Tim Bishop, took gutless and girlie to a whole new level. I was right, then, but Timmy boy just got left in the dust by Flori-DUD Congresspuke, Alan Grayson. Eager to avoid the infamy that comes from being a ‘Milk Carton Politician’, freshman Demoncrat Congressman, Alan Grayson (Flori-DUD), decided to bite the bullet and face his constituents at a town hall meeting. Courageous to a fault, Alan showed his true colors with these putrid particulars: * He issued a press released announcing the meeting a mere 24 hours before the festivities. * He located the town hall meeting at the notoriously ‘neutral’, International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers Local 606 Union Hall. * The room in question only seats 125 people. * Alan’s town hall meeting was scheduled immediately AFTER local Demoncrats held a meeting in the same room. * Eager to encourage a frank, open, discussion, Alan let the union head-breakers man the microphones. Talk about a stacked deck! A free ranging rational adults can’t get inside to ask those pointed questions, because the room is already packed with Demoncrats and IBEW headbreakers. If a roving sovereign individual did get in, the union thugs in charge of the microphones would keep them from speaking their piece. This punk’s constituents must be thrilled spitless to have a Alan "Taking Gutless to New Depths" Grayson (mis) representing them in Congress. Alan Grayson did the impossible, he made a gutless wonder like Tim Bishop look courageous. For those, and other, noxious antics, Congressman Alan Grayson is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Congresspunk Tim Bishop One of those infamous faux conservatives - a blue dog Demoncrat - Congresspunk Tim Bishop yammered the unwary rational adults in his ‘red’, Empire State, district into voting for him. Apparently, he channeled his inner Abe Lincoln by fooling ‘some of the people all of the time’. That magic spell worked like gang-busters, on chad-punching day, but it’s starting to wear off, leaving Tim in rational adult infested ‘you can’t fool all of the people all of the time’ waters. D’Oh. Determined to give ‘some of the people all of the time’ another shot, Timmy boy decided to roll those town hall meeting dice. Was he stupid enough to face outraged voters in his district? Not exactly.
He’s holding a town meeting for his constituents 20 MILES outside his district? He’s holding it at head-breaker central, the SEIU Purple Gang’s Hicksville (NY) office? Wow! Congratulations Timmy Boy, you just took gutless and girlie to a whole new level. It puts you in the same league as the Commissar of Gutless and Girlie, Messiah Barry. Timmy boy will be thrilled to learn that his craven cowardice earned him a double dose of award winning joy. In addition to being the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week, Timmy "The Twerp" Bishop just landed a spot on the FSOP’s short list for Girlieman of the Year. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Messiah Barry Messiah Barry is finally, starting to reap what he sowed, and he’s not thrilled spitless about it. Thanks to a slavishly devoted Broadcast Blowjob Brigade, it was smooth sailing for Hopey McChange, during the endless, 2008, election cycle. Armed with his trusty-dusty electronic brain - his teleprompter - Messiah Barry glibly told each audience what it wanted to hear. Nobody - especially Messiah Barry - was the least bit troubled by the fact that, over time, he kept contradicting himself. With the News Nitwits calling him a genius, the Marxist Messiah raised talking out of both sides of his mouth to an art form. Fat, dumb, and happy in his bubble of socialist serenity, the gibberish-spewing gasbag was the only one who didn’t see the reality check headed straight for him. That’s why, a mere 6-months after his hostile takeover of the Red Shed, Messiah Barry is gobsmacked by those dastardly rational adults who ask painful, pointed, questions like "Why can’t you keep your story straight?". When faced with incontrovertible proof that, not too long ago, he was steadfastly contradicting his current set of ‘alleged’ views, he went gutless and girlie. A man of principles would stand his ground, and confront his critics face to face. That’s the way a real man, a real leader, a person with the courage of his convictions, would respond. Since he’s none of the aforementioned things, Messiah Barry cowered under his Oval Office desk, while his goon squad mounted a counter attack. He seems to be the only one who doesn’t know that the slings and arrows of unrelenting criticism are part and parcel of the high office that he now holds. The lines of defense are what you should expect from a craven coward whose political career is built on the equivocating quicksand of voting ‘present’, instead of making a stand. First, Red Shed minions claimed that Messiah Barry’s mutually contradictory views - all of them caught on tape - were ‘taken out of context’. When that didn’t fly, the Messiah’s goons retreated to the second line of defense ‘disagreeing with Messiah Barry is - ta da - RACIST’. Sensing that this line of defense isn’t strong enough to ward off Barry’s critics, the Red Shed goons borrowed a page from the tyrant’s playbook, by asking mind-numbed Obamunists to turn in the identity of Messiah Barry’s critics. Throughout all this, Messiah Barry exposes his cowardice, by hiding while others fight his battles. For refusing to fight his own battles...for resorting to name-calling when challenged...for turning into a whining pissant when he’s criticized...for trying to intimidate his critics into silence by abusing his Constitutional authority...for unrelenting, caterwauling cowardice, Messiah Barry "POTUS PUNK" Obama is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Mel Simon Mel Simon is a mall-owning capitalist who wears his Obamunism on his sleeve. A Chris Matthews class acolyte, who has pumped wads of money into the Obamunist coffers, this dude refuses to allow anyone to denigrate his Marxist Messiah. This Barry worshiping asshat got his panties wadded, after a certain outpost of capitalism in his Concord Mills Mall (Concorde, North Carolina) registered on his radar. Housed in one of those walkway kiosks, "Free Market Warrior" sells posters and bumper stickers that are guaranteed to give a gutless, Obama worshiping, wonder, like Mel Simon, heartburn: "Impeach Obama", "Work harder. Obama needs the money", "Al Qaeda’s favorite days: 9/11/01 and 11/04/08". In theory, Free Market Warrior owner, Loren Spivack, has the right to free speech, but not at Concord Mills Mall, where the predominant politic wares reflect the Mel Simon’s Libertard brain fart:
I don’t have a problem with Mel Simon black-flagging a business on his property. I don’t have a problem, if he does it to suit his own, Libertard, brainfarts. I don’t have a problem, when he snuffs out a business that says things he doesn’t want to hear. If he gets this crap wrong, the marketplace will teach Mel the errors of his ways. Mel exposed himself as a Girlieman, when he terminated Loren’s lease because certain posters and bumper stickers pissed him off, by the way he did it. A man, a REAL man, would have the spine to go public with his decision. A man, a REAL man, would tell Loren Spivack, and all those Concord Mills Mall customers the truth: I won’t let him say those things about my Marxist Messiah, in MY mall." Since he lacks the nads to make it clear - MY MALL, MY RULES, NO EXCEPTIONS - he’s acting like that classically Libertard pimple on humanity’s butt: the gutless guttersnipe. That’s all it takes to make Mel Simon the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. UPDATE: Mel Simon is the asshat who nuked the July 4th Tea Party, at the last minute, on his property in Atlanta, GA. He was a gutless wonder about that crap, too. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Gutless al-Cringer Gutless - his real name is withheld, for obvious reasons - fled in abject terror, after a series of disturbing encounters with the ultimate neighbor from hell. After starting slowly with strange noises, the neighbor from hell unleashed threatening voicemails, stolen cell phones and pelted Gutless and members of his family with rocks, when they ventured out of the family abode. Eventually, Gutless and his al-Cringer clan cut their losses and fled from the abode in Medina (Saudi Arabia) which has been their home for 15 years. I know what you’re thinking and, under normal circumstances I’d agree, that, all things considered, Gutless al-Cringer’s antics seem wise, since this neighbor from hell seemed to endanger his family, especially his children. So why this Girlieman bitch-slap? Because this neighbor from hell is - I am not making this up - a genie. This one, apparently, is Barbara Eden’s twin from hell, a humorless disembodied spirit that delights in twisting Gutless al-Cringer’s knickers. When you’re such a jello-spined jackass that you let a disembodied spirit - a figment of fevered brain caused by wearing your dishrag headgear too tight - terrorize you, Girlieman of the Week is almost too good for you. Almost, but, when you take this figment of your imagination to court for theft and harassment, there’s definitively girly. For taking gutless and girlie straight into the Twilight Zone...for inflicting your insanity on your family...for being so pathetic that a Saudi Shariah court took pity on you by ‘looking into it’, Gutless al-Cringer is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girliepunks of the Week Girliepunks: Fred Phelps & His Hate Mongers We began this week brimming with optimism, that the Fred Phelps hate mongers would make our day, by attending Mikey’s sendoff. As far as we can tell, they didn’t make the trip. Or, if they did make the trip, they didn’t make our day, by going toe to toe with the Mikey Maniac horde. Bummer. They built up our hopes by posting this on Fred’s ‘hating for the Lord’ cyberspace speedbump: 07/07/2009 Staples Center - Michael Wacko Jacko Jackson is in hell! 1111 S. Figueroa St WBC will be there to remind you to stop worshiping the dead. We will be there to tell you to Thank God for the death of this filthy, adulterous, idolatrous, gender-confused, nationality-confused, unthankful brute beast. We will be there to remind you that God Killed Wacko Jacko. There is a God, and a Day of Judgment. For you to wallow and murmur against God for his righteous Judgments is sin and will cause YOU to join Michael in hell. Taking that prose to heart, the PIG staff dared to dream: Mikey Maniacs vs Westboro Baptist? I’m hard pressed to see a down side on this one. It’s the ultimate win-win, no matter how this one turns out. If Westboro pisses off the Mikey Maniacs, including Je$$e and $harpton, WIN. If the Mikey Maniacs totally stomp Westboro Baptist ass, WIN. Holy, make my day, Batman! Freddy and his merry band of hate mongers let us down, and we’re not the least bit amused. The Fred Phelps hate jihad had a ready-made media circus that was begging to be exploited, and they blew it. For building up our hopes...for going gutless and girlie at the worst possible time...for lacking the nads to exploit the Mikey sendoff media circus, Fred Phelps and his roving hate-a-thon retards are the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girliepunks of the Week. Girliemen of the Week Girliemen: Reps. Patrick McHenry (R-N.C.), Lynn Westmoreland (R-Ga.) and John Mica (R-Fla.) Michele Bachmann is our kind of woman. This Elephant Clan Congresswoman from Minnesota has substantiated her PIGgal credentials, time and time again. She proved herself, by stepping up to each challenge, and enduring the ensuing brickbats that ensue when she gets too real. Recently, she took dead aim at the U.S. Census, by proudly proclaiming her steadfast refusal to answer questions that the Nanny State has no business asking:
Instead of challenging Messiah Barry and his goose-stepping, ACORN co-horts, on their blatant invasion of every American’s privacy, a trio of gutless, Pachyderm Puke wonders cowered in the offices. From their refuges, they took Michele Bachmann to task for inviting the terrifying (to them) wrath of the Marxist Messiah, Barry Obama.
Just the thought of ACORN...the mere idea of a Messiah Barry frown, has these three festering sores on humanity’s butt crapping in their pants. Technically, they’re men, but in reality, they’re eunuchs. Michele Bachmann has more balls AS A WOMAN, then these three pieces of shit have collectively, as so-called ‘men’. In a perfect world, somebody would put them out of humanity’s misery, but that would be a criminal waste of hard to find ammo. Instead, we’ll line them up against the wall of the PIG Bunker and mow them down with this rhetorical fusillade, as the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girliemen of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Perez Hilton If you’ve never heard of a music wrangler named - this is not a typo - Will.I.Am, don’t feel like the Lone Ranger. He, is, I recently learned, a member of the group Back-Eyed Peas. It’s that latter fact which put Will.I.Am on the pink panty wearing radar of that GLAAD BAAG rump ranger, Perez Hilton. Full of himself, and it, after derailing the aspirations of Carrie Prejean, during the Miss USA pageant, this prancing pimple on humanity’s butt, started sniping at the Black-Eyed Peas and their lead singer, Fergie. Eventually, thanks to fickle fate, Perez crossed paths with Fergie’s bandmate, Will.I.Am., at a video awards show in Toronto (Cana-DUH). During the ensuing exchange of pleasantries, Will.I.Am, told Perez to lay off Fergie. Feeling smug and snarky, Perez called Will.I.Am a "faggot". By the time the dust finally settled, the Black-Eyed Peas manager, Polo Molina, had - by Hilton’s count - punched him in the face, at least three times. Apparently, Polo needs to spend some time in the gym, because, despite taking several shots at Hilton, he barely left a mark on the caterwauling cretin’s face. Marked or not, panty punk had a hissy fit, thinking, no doubt, that he’s qualified for what the Ace of Spades HQ folks call the ‘Girl Rule’. That would allow panty punk to say anything he wants, without, as Ace puts it "earning a one-way ticket to Shinerville". If that’s what Panty Punk Perez thought, he knows better, now. Perez Hilton is the poster pussy for ‘dishes it out, but can’t take it’. He thinks he’s a ‘girl’, and thus immune to the normal repercussions that ensue when a man mouths off to the wrong dude, by spewing ‘fighting words’. Panty Punk, you’re a dude, but, if you keep up this crap, some dude is going to rectify that inconvenient biological truth. Since there’s nothing the FSOP can do to hasten that glorious, nadless, day, we do what we can by naming Perez Hilton the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Thomas Parkin Thomas Parkin is a Big Apple dude who took girlie to the limit, and laughed all the way to the bank. Undaunted by his mother’s demise, Thomas gave a whole new meaning to ‘keeping her memory alive’. In addition to her memory, he kept her income alive, for the past 6 years, by dressing up as ‘mom’ when he went out to perform mom’s essential tasks. His ruse worked so well, that he raked in $50,000 in Socialist Security money. Just getting started, he also nailed the Big Apple for $65,000 in rent assistance. His undoing involves a complicated real estate deal that came apart when someone asked to see Tommy boy AND mommy, in the same room, at the same time. Eat your heart out Norman Bates. Congratulations Tommy/mommy you’re the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week Runner-up: We don’t usually have a runner up for this award, and, quite frankly, this week’s co-winner, isn’t really a Girlieman. In fact, it’s just the opposite. The Free State of PIG is pleased to coronate our first - and probably last - MANLY GIRL, Chaz - formerly Chastity - Bono. After enduring decades of ‘that’s a MAN, baby’, Cher’s baby girl is finally doing to right thing, the honorable thing, to make reality match the ‘she’s gotta be a dude’ perception. The FSOP salutes Chaz for ending this confusion, by undergoing a female-to-male sex change. For permanently resolving this devilish detail, the FSOP names Chaz Bono the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s first Dudely Girl of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Lou Rago A self appointed guardian of everything ‘Italian’, Italian American Human Relations Foundation of Chicago founder, Lou Rago, is a professional caterwauling cretin. If anything hints of a punchline at an Italian’s expense, Lou’s panties are pre-set to wad, instantly. It’s not our idea of a claim to fame, but if that’s the best Lou can do, so be it. This week, doing his best to act manly, Lou put on a convincing enough illusion of manhood to make the brewskie wranglers at Miller Light yank a new series of commercials. It doesn’t say much about the manhood levels at Millers, but we’ll give them a pass, this time, since Lou is a professional caterwauling piece of shit.
At first, the Miller Lite creew tried for half a loaf, with a promise to run fewer of the "Protection" ads, but Lou refused to get over it. Instead, he enlisted help from another professional piece of whining shit - Anthony Baratta, the Chicago-based national chairperson for the Commission for Social Justice - and started making noises about a boycott. Unwilling to tell Lou and his partner in whining to take a hike, Miller caved and dumped the ad campaign. If a panty-wearing, nadless, piece of caterwauling crap like Lou Rago is its poster punk, Italian ‘manhood’ is in much worse shape than anyone realized. Lou Rago might be a panty wearing loser, who needs a humor injection, TODAY, but he’s not a complete waste of breathable air. After all, he did make such a complete and utter, gutless guttersnipe ass of himself that he earned this coveted slot as the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Arthur J. Pierson When the Morehead (Kentucky) based 5th Kentucky Infantry Camp #2122 asked for a spot in the Memorial Day Parade in neighboring Ironton Lawrence County (Ohio), they expected to be welcomed, as ususal. That warm welcome was not forthcoming, because Arthur J. Pierson, the parade’s grand marshal, flatly rejected the request. Gutless to the core, Arthur refused to tell the 5th Kentucky Infantry Camp #2122 his reason. How the hell did this weasel become grand marshal of a parade that honors America’s fallen warriors? The Blue Grass State group knows the reason and so will you, after I explain that they are members of the Morehead chapter of the Sons of Confederate Veterans. Apparently, the Morehead contingent’s color guard - two motor cycles, plus the Kentucky Confederate flag, and the Confederate battle flag - isn’t cool for school with a Korrectnik like Arthur.
Unwelcome in Ohio, the 5th Kentucky got a warm welcome from the organizers of the Morehead Memorial Day parade. That’s where this story might end, but the Free State of PIG isn’t finished with Arthur quite yet. Arthur is woefully ignorant of Memorial Day’s origins. For example, this gutless guttersnipe might want to pull his head out of his butt long enough to realize that one of Decoration Day’s (the original name for this event) earliest incarnations involved decorating the graves of all the Civil War’s honored dead. This bit of Arthur enlightenment happened on May 5, 1868, when General John Logan, national commander of the Grand Army of the Republic, issued his General Order No. 11. General Order No. 11 decreed that on May 30, 1868, flowers be placed on all the graves of the honored, Civil War dead - Union and Confederate - in Arlington National Cemetery. If the national commander of the Grand Army of the Republic didn’t have any hesitation about honoring Confederate dead in 1868, then who the hell is this Buckeye Butthead to diss these fallen Sons of the South, 141 years later? For putting his own brain-fart front and center, Arthur J. Pierson is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: The Terminator Mexifornia’s action hero governor didn’t seem very heroic, on Tuesday May 19th, when facing a richly-deserved bitch-slap, he hopped on his private jet and fled from the scene of his crime. His crime? Pooping out a 6-pack of ballot initiative stinkers that force Mexifornia taxpayers to foot the bill for his mistakes. What mistakes? A 40% growth of Mexifornia’s government in 5 years, most/all of it on the Terminator’s watch. A doubling in the size of Mexifornia’s government in 10 years, at least half of it on his watch. Out of control state spending that racked up a $21 billion dollar budget deficit. A refusal to take on the real problems. Wasting taxpayer money on expensive pipe dreams like a high speed rail line and global warming related brain farts. He was full of himself, and it, after he coerced some Elephant Clan hacks into imposing the largest tax hike in American history on the state’s tax payers. He was full of himself, and it, when his predictions of victory on May 19th were gutted by the public opinion polls. He was full of himself, and it, when he tried to bully voters into compliance by threatening to unleash the state’s prisoners, then letting Mexifornia burn by eradicating the state’s fire fighting crews. As the election neared, and defeat became certain, the Terminator went gutless and girlie. Unwilling, unable, to muster the manhood to face the music, he jumped on his private jet and put the entire continent between himself and his resounding defeat. Trying to steal some of Messiah Barry’s bluster, the Terminator stood behind the prompter punk, like the other Red Shed toadies, and celebrated another frontal assault on American capitalism. For being such a gutless wonder...for refusing to face the music when his taxpayer looting scheme fell apart...for giving cowards a bad name, Mexifornia’s action hero governor is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Parting shot: Why didn’t I use his name? Yes, it’s hard to spell, but that’s not the primary reason. It’s a MAN’S name and he’s no longer qualified for such a masculine designation. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: John Murtha John Murtha is a scumbag, but we still had a measure of respect for him, until now. Still pissed about the 2008 electoral challenge from an Iraqi war veteran, Lt. Colonel Bill Russell, Murtha unleashed his attack dog, chief of staff, John Hugya, to make Russell pay, by any means necessary. Eager to do the bidding of John "Scumbag" Murtha, Hugya accepted the challenge and came up with a scheme that made his rat bastard boss’s day. They decided to use Russell’s military service against him, by threatening to call him back to active duty, then have him court martialed for campaigning while in the military. It is, Murtha and his henchman know, a violation of the military code to campaign while on active duty. The accusation seemed to have legs, since, from April to July (2008), Lt. Colonel Russell was on active duty. Guilty? Nope, because Bill Russell suspended his campaign during that period, to avoid violating the military code. Did that seal the deal with Murtha and his attack dog? Hardly. Full of themselves, and ‘it’, after coasting to a 16-point victory last November, Murtha’s bully boy confronted Bill Russell in March, 2009, at which point he aired out his threat.
For not being man enough to fight his own battles...for deploying his lap dog to do his dirty work....for impugning the service of one of our warriors...for being a loathsome, belly-crawling, jello spined son of a bitch who is too gutless to face his political opponents like a MAN, John Murtha is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Al Gore If you look up ‘he can dish it out, but he can’t take it’, you’ll find a mug shot of the Tennessee Tonnage (Al Gore) munching on an deep fried elephant leg. He’s always eager to trot out his insane, reality-challenged, Globally Warmed bull shit, but, if anyone challenges him to a face to face debate of the issue, he starts caterwauling for Mommy Tipper. Last week, this gutless wonder had a nervous breakdown, when those pesky pachyderm punks decided to put him to the test, by bringing in their own climate expert, the UK’s Lord Christopher Monckton, to testify, on the same panel at a House Energy & Commerce Committee hearing on Global Warming. Terrified, the Tennessee Tonnage whined to Henry "The Turd’s Turd" Waxman to rescue him from that televised humiliation, and he got his wish. The Climate Depot Blog posted this report:
Lord Monckton didn’t suffer this insult from a pimple on humanity’s butt like Henry Waxman in silence:
It’s time for the Tennessee Tonnage to stop hiding from objective "global cooling" reality...it’s time for this Fat Cave Fathead to answer, publically, the challenges to the gaping, well-documented, holes in his Globally Warmed bull shit...it’s time for him to grow a pair and defend his brainfart like a man. Until this blithering idiot shows some hint of manhood, he’s nothing more than a bloated political gas bag who is trying to recapture those magic moments when he was the only Libertard Messiah on the block. Since none of that is likely to happen, the Free State of PIG will give him our equivalent of a booby prize by making Al Gore the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Messiah Barry Obama When the North Koreans punked him with that missile test, Messiah Barry went girlie and furtive. When French President Sarkozy punked him, by making fun of Barry’s messianic delusions, Messiah Barry went girlie and furtive. When some Somali Maritime Organizers punked him, Messiah Barry went girlie and furtive, forcing the U.S. Navy to defy this gutless wonder’s orders, by ending the matter with three perfectly aimed head shots. When Hugo "Skipper" Chavez punked him, publically, by giving Messiah Barry an America bashing book, Messiah Barry went girlie and furtive, then thanked Venezuela’s tyrant for life. Barry decided that there’s no point in angering a man who is boldly blazing the trail to tyranny that Messiah Barry is eager to follow. When Daniel Ortega punked him, by castigating the United States of America in a 50 minute tirade, Messiah Barry, went girlie and furtive, following it up with an apology that shifted blame to all of his POTUS predecessors. Barry understands Ortega’s hatred of the USA, because he shares it. Besides, Ortega never named Barry, so it really has nothing to do with his messianic perfection. When Fidel Castrol punked him for ‘misinterpreting’ Raul Castro’s response to Messiah Barry’s groveling, Messiah Barry went gutless and girlie. Barry decided that he didn’t need to get snarky over Cuba’s political prisoners or lowered ‘taxes’ on money sent to Cuba. When the Iranians punked him, by railroading an American citizen into a jail cell for 8 years, Messiah Barry went gutless and girlie, refusing to get involved. It’s only one chad puncher and Barry has millions more like her, right here in the nation he loves to hate. Gutless to the core, Messiah Barry is so wrapped up in his delusions of messianic perfection, that he deliberately misinterprets the relentless sneering at him, as signs of international approval. This genetic oddity - no spine and no balls - makes Jihad Jimmy look like George Patton-class ass kicker. He’s such a belly crawling, chronically cringing, guttersnipe, he gives cowardice a bad name. He’s also - and I doubt that it’s for the last time - the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Congresspuke Barney Frank I know what you’re thinking and I tend to agree. Calling a blatant bun ranger like Barney a ‘girlieman’ is, at best, redundant. I get that, but, even without his swishing, lisping and mincing, Barney is a gutless wonder who refuses to accept the blame for his own actions. This week, Bloviating Bun Ranger Barney, flew into a paranoid, Vast Right-Wing Conspiracy, rage after a speech at the Kennedy School of Government. This gutless guttersnipe verbally assaulted a student during the post-speech question and answer session, as shown in this partial transcript from Fox News Channel: JOEL POLLAK, HARVARD LAW STUDENT: My name is Joel Pollak, and I'm a student at the law school. In your account of how the subprime mortgage crisis came about, you mentioned the Reagan administration, the Bush administration, the Republicans in Congress, conservatives. But it happened on your watch. And I would just like to ask you... REP. BARNEY FRANK (D-MA), FINANCIAL SERVICES COMMITTEE CHAIRMAN: When was my watch, sir? POLLAK: When you became the chairman of the... FRANK: Which was when? POLLAK: It was in 2007. I'm still waiting -- I'm still waiting for a very simply answer to a question... FRANK: And I'm waiting for you to tell me what you think I should have done. I didn't say (INAUDIBLE) POLLAK: No, you're a public representative. I'm a student. I'm asking you... FRANK: Oh, which allows you to say things that you don't back up? POLLAK: I'm asking... (LAUGHTER) POLLAK: It does -- it does allow me to ask you a question. I'm waiting for you to explain... FRANK: OK, I'll give you an answer. POLLAK: ... how much, if any, responsibility do you think you (INAUDIBLE) FRANK: Well, I will take this. First of all, you are a student. Students are entitled to full constitutional freedom of speech under the 1st Amendment. You've made an accusation that is wholly inaccurate. POLLAK: I didn't accuse you of anything. I'm asking how much responsibility... FRANK: Sure. POLLAK: ... if any -- you can say none. That's fine. FRANK: I think you're being disingenuous. I became chairman on January -- and this is the right-wing attack on liberals to try and stop regulation that you are repeating. On January 31st, I became the chairman. On March 28th, the committee passed a very tough Fannie/Freddie bill, which the Bush administration liked. Later that year in November, we passed a bill to restrict subprime lending. Because we did the subprime lending restrictions, Ben Bernanke, the chairman of the Federal Reserve, did what Alan Greenspan refused to do and said, OK, I'll do that. So I do want to ask you, when you suggest that I should apologize for something or take responsibility, what is it you think I should have done that I didn't do? POLLAK: Well, after spending the entire speech blaming conservatives -- I happen to think of myself as of as a conservative, and I rent and I think of myself as someone who cares about poor people -- I'm just interested in whether you think you have any responsibility... FRANK: Well, I've answered the question. Sir, I think you're not being fully honest with us. You clearly are implying that I do. Barney knows he’s in this up to his rat bastard ears, when it comes to his culpability for the subprime debacle. He knows it and he knows we know it. That’s why he flies into a spit-spewing rage, trying to silence his critics, before some of that richly deserving shit sticks to this pathetic piece of crap. For being an utter and complete coward...for lacking the nads to answer a simple, direct, question from a student...for going conspiracy bonkers and blaming it all on those dastardly conservatives...for being an utter disgrace to the office he holds, Congressman Barney Frank is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girliepuke of the Week Girliepuke: Chris Seiple Blubbering about ‘advice given to me from dear Muslim friends’, this gutless wonder is determined to take words out of our infidel mouths. Why? The underlying concepts don’t fit neatly into 7th century supernaturalism, so, in the spirit of ‘can’t we all just get along’, WE are supposed to censor ourselves. Heaven forbid that Chris’ Islamikaze ‘friends’ would pull their heads out of their butts, breathe the fresh, inalienable individual liberty, air and GET OVER IT. According to Chris, "we do need to be very careful about how we use the following words, and in what context": "The Clash of Civilizations", "Secular", "Assimilation", "Reformation", "Jihadi", "Moderate", "Interfaith", "Freedom", "Religious Freedom", and "Tolerance". This gutless, belly crawling, cringing, guttersnipe makes me sick with all this blubbering. Chris needs to grow a pair, and face the facts that those Islamikaze pals are perpetually angry asshats who are determined to snuff out anyone, everyone, who doesn’t play by their rules. Unwilling, unable, to face the fact that Mecca Mania is fundamentally incompatible with inalienable individual liberty, Chris Seiple gives cowardice a bad name. For being such a cringing, caterwauling, cretin, Chris Seiple is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girliepuke of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Senator Chri$ Dodd Look up ‘gutless gasbag’ in your dictionary, and you’ll find a mug shot of Connecticut’s U.S. Senator, Chri$ Dodd. An utter and complete coward, he gives spineless weasels a bad name. If you doubt it, his AIG antics should seal the deal for you. First, he thundered with righteous indignation about the bonuses, playing his role to the hilt for the Demoncrat loving media lapdogs. It was going well, until someone at the Fox Network, dug up the amendment Dodd put in the Porkulus Bill, which allowed companies receiving bailout bucks to pay such bonuses. From there, the matter spun out of control. He denied it, with more righteous indignation, then kicked it up a notch by insisting he wasn’t present when it was inserted into the bill during the House-Senate negotiations to reconcile the two versions of the porkulus crap sandwich. That almost worked, almost being the operative word. When that excuse fell apart like a cheap suit, this contemptible, caterwauling, coward, belatedly, came clean, almost. ‘Yes, that amendment in the Porkulus Bill that made bailout recipient bonuses street legal, was, in fact, my doing. BUT, it wasn’t my idea. Certain Messiah Barry officials made me do it.’ The Obamunist ‘Devil’ made me do it? Yeah, right. Chri$ ‘Pay for play’ Dodd is beneath contempt. Normally, we’d make someone this rancid a Steaming Load, but we won’t go there, because calling Dodd a steaming load gives turds a bad name. Chri$, you’re a craven coward, who is utterly and completely incapable of taking responsibility for your own actions. You’re also the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Jeff Eldridge A West Virginia Legicrat, Delegate Jeff Eldridge, has unresolved issues with Mattle’s legendary doll, Barbie. He is so obsessed with Barbie that he can’t pay attention to more pressing matters in Bobby Byrd’s slice of heaven. Treating Barbie like public enemy number one, Jeff wants this menace to society banned in The Mountain State. With nothing better to do, Jeff pooped out H. B. 2918 which states, in part: §47-25-1. Unlawful sale of Barbie dolls. It shall be unlawful in the state to sell "Barbie" dolls and other similar dolls that promote or influence girls to place an undue importance on physical beauty to the detriment of their intellectual and emotional development. NOTE: The purpose of this bill is to ban the sale of Barbie dolls and other similar dolls. We’re not sure why, or how, Barbie got Jeff’s panties in a wad, but we’re willing to hazard a guess, or two. * The girls in his neighborhood wouldn’t let him play with their Barbie dolls, then, and still won’t to this very day. * ‘They’ won’t let him bring his Barbie Dolls to the floor of the state’s legislative chamber. * He’s jealous, because, no matter how pretty he looks in his new frock, the ubiquitous Barbie doll is still prettier and gets all the attention. * Hot women terrify him, and this is the best way he can think up to make them all dress ‘icky and ugly’. * He can't kick his Barbie habit and thinks a complete ban will get 'er done for him. If Jeff is ashamed that he still plays with dolls, that’s his personal problem. We’d like to shock him back to sanity, but, unless PIGster Skyeye volunteers to administer some badly needed shock treatments, that’s not likely to happen. Instead, we’ll do what we can and give a grown man who is obsessed with Barbie Dolls what he really needs. Congratulations, panty punk, you’re the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Rupert Murdoch For the race hustlers in the NAACP, and race card retards like Al Sharpton, the New York Post cartoon which showed the bullet-riddled body of Travis the chimp is just what the Ethnocrats needed. A gift that keeps on giving, it allows them to attack their arch enemy, Rupert "Fox News Channel" Murdoch on multiple fronts. Concentrating on the New York Post itself, the NAACP is frantically waving its race card, calling for a boycott of the fishwrap. Their caterwauling is deafening anyone who will listen with demands that the paper start to atone for its alleged sins by firing ‘the offenders’ and increasing - TA DA - diversity in the newsroom. Elsewhere, Al Sharpton is busy in Washington D.C. where he is trying to nuke an FCC waver that lets Rupert Murdoch own two Big Apple boob tube outlets - WWOR, WNYW - in addition to the New York Post fishwrap. Now that the Marxist Messiah is imposing his own brand of Stalinist tyranny, Sharpton, quite rightly, thinks he has a shot at hitting Rupert where he lives with some FCC sanctions. Is Rupert man enough to tell these race card retards to grow a pair? Is he man enough to shrug off such petty annoyances? Is he showing the kind of spine that helped him create his world spanning media empire? The answer, to all of these questions, is, I’m sorry to report, "no".
Nice try, Rupert, but you, of all people, know that, once you start down that road, there’s no turning back. Maybe, if you let the NAACP program Fox News Channel and turned over your Big Apple media outlets to Sharpton, the Ethnocrats might start, to consider, thinking about, forgiving you, in a couple thousand years. Maybe, but don’t count on it. For going gutless and girlie when manhood was required...for saying "I’m sorry", when the only answer is "Bite Me"...for aiding and abetting the caterwauling Ethnocrat horde, you, Rupert, are the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Tom Mattice The framed front page from the Indianapolis Times captured an important moment in America history: the Japanese surrender that ended WWII. It was important enough that, more than 60 years ago, someone framed it and gave it an honored place in Roudebush Veterans Affairs Medical Center, a VA hospital in Indiana. Written in the politically incorrect language of the times, the newspaper’s headline proclaimed: "Japs Surrender". Everything was spiffy, until a new employee complained about the paper in general and its egregiously ‘insensitive’ use of "Japs", in particular. In a heartbeat, the hospital’s director, a gutless, cringing, wonder named Tom Mattice, went weak in the knees and ordered the newspaper taken down. Mattice said he has asked the VA's national ethics office for guidance. He has also assigned a member of his staff to look for an alternate newspaper front page -- "Something like 'Victory in the Pacific' or 'Japanese Surrender.' " (UPI) If Tommy boy needs ‘guidance’ on his brainfart, I’ve got it covered. All he needs to do is drop his drawers, bend over, and I’ll shove a 105mm howitzer up his Korrectnik butt to give him all the ‘guidance’ he needs. If that’s too much for him to handle, one of our United States Marines has his own guidance for Tommy boy: Ronald "Bud" Albright, who commands a Marine Corps League chapter, has launched a campaign to get the newspaper back on the wall. He hopes veterans from around the country will write to complain. "We feel it's a slap in the face of the U.S. military," he said. "That newspaper is history, part of United States history." (UPI) For giving to finger to the men and women who died keeping us free during those challenging years of the second World War...for going gooey and girlie the moment some hypersensitive pinhead whines...for being the biggest piece of Korrectnik shit in Indiana, Tom Mattice is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girliepunks of the Week Girliepunks: Brit Home Office Officials The craven cowards in the Brit Home Office don’t want any part of a PIG Hero named Geert Wilders. Terrified that his ‘too real’ film, ‘Fitna’, will set off an Islamikaze rampage, these gutless wonders are doing everything in their power to silence Geert, by any means necessary. First, they tried to ban ‘Fitna’, a film which pairs up verses from the Mecca Maniac holy book with footage of Jihadikaze Mullahs, who do their best to whip up the Jihadikaze mob into a murderous frenzy. It’s all very factual, but these Home Office cowards want no part of it. Undaunted, Geert organized a private showing of ‘Fitna’, for members of the Brit Parliament. Rendered catatonic by their cowardice, the Home Office cringers kicked it up a notch with this ‘stay out of Dodge’ message to Geert: Dear Mr Wilders The purpose of this letter is to inform you that the Secretary of State is of the view that your presence in the UK would pose a genuine, present and sufficiently serious threat to one of the fundamental interests of society. The Secretary of State is satisfied that your statements about Muslims and their beliefs, as expressed in your film Fitna and elsewhere, would threaten community harmony and therefore public security in the UK. You are advised that should you travel to the UK and seek admission an Immigration Officer will take into account the Secretary of State's view. If, in accordance with regulation 21 of the immigration (European Economic Area) Regulations 2006, the Immigration Officer is statisfied that your exclusion is justified on grounds of public policy and/or public security, you will be refused admission to the UK under regulation 19. You would have a right of appeal against any refusal of admission, exercisable from outside the UK. Yours sincerely, If these craven cowards in the Home Office had been around in at the onset of World War II, Brits would be speaking German now. These cowards would have imprisoned Winston Churchill as an enemy of the state and rolled out a red carpet for Adolph Hitler. For cowering under their desks in the Home Office...for flushing free speech to appease their home-grown Jihadikazes...Irving N. Jones, his boss, and every other Home Office coward are the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girliepunks of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Yusuf Evans Yusuf Evans is the kind of gutless wonder who needs to grow a pair so he can ‘man up’. For the past year, he as been blubbering, whining, whimpering and generally acting like a complete pussy, because he got a boo-boo while visiting an Akron (Ohio) booty parlor named XTC Nightclub. His boo-boo happened while he was pretending to be a man, for the sake of his cousin, who had come to pay pussy punk, Yusuf, a visit. Evans says, while performing a dance move, a stripper's shoe flew off her foot and smacked him in the face. "She ran, at a nice speed, grabbed the pole and flung her whole body around, all her weight flung like that in a circle around the pole and her boot flew off and it hit me in my nose", explained Evans, who filed a civil lawsuit on Tuesday in Summit County Common Pleas Court. The stripper’s platform shoe made pussy punk double over, drop like a panty-wearing stone, and start caterwauling. He admits to hollering for ‘ten minutes’, but, based on his ensuing antics, he’s still caterwauling a year later. "I can’t breathe out of one side of my nose." "I need surgery." "I’m such a complete pussy punk that I’m afraid of surgery." "I want $25,000 to make the boo-boo all better." Whine, whine, whine. For being such a complete and utter pussy punk...for being such a gutless wonder that he gives other Girliemen a bad name...for his incessant caterwauling, Yusuf Evans is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. [PIG thanks our friend King for nominating pussy punk for PIGish abuse.] Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Barry "Prompter Punk" Obama Messiah Barry is painfully aware that his unscripted utterances tell intellectually active rational adults how utterly unprepared, unqualified, he is for that Oval Office job. His fear of getting too real makes him take extreme measures, when faced with a question and answer session. He has to know that every female ‘alleged’ journalist wants to bed him. He has to know that every male "alleged" journalist wants to bend over and ‘take it like a man’ from their Messiah, Presfo Barry. Despite that, as revealed by the following quote, he goes gutless and girlie during his news conferences. A Chicago Sun-Times columnist, Carol Marin, let the cat out of the bag when she wrote: "The press corps, most of us, don't even bother raising our hands any more to ask questions because Obama always has before him a list of correspondents who've been advised they will be called upon that day. " Gutless to the core, Prompter Punk preselects certain trusted acolytes within the press core. After a ‘you ask me this, and I’ll answer thusly’, planning session, Prompter Punk programs his teleprompter accordingly. Stage managed press conferences? You better believe it, ‘he’s George Soros’ finger puppet’ Sparky. Obviously, Prompter Punk doesn’t trust himself to speak freely, unscripted, when he’s surrounded by the slavishly devoted Broadcast Blowjob Brigade. What the hell will he do when he faces one of America’s sworn enemies? We can smell the rancid stench of cowardice coming off you, Prompter Punk, and it’s not our idea of a good time. For being gutless wonder with delusions of godhood, you, Barry "Prompter Punk" Obama, are the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Little Freddy Nile A New South Wales Legicrat, Reverend Fred Nile, a member of the Christian Democrat Party, is, as far as I can tell, tit-bonkers. No doubt, he’s down with the fact that boobs play a vital role in Old Ka-Boom’s ‘be fruitful and multiply’ grand scheme, but Fred has unresolved ‘issues’ with how, when, and where Aussie women deploy them. Unlike any red-blooded PIG dude, Fred isn’t thrilled spitless that some Aussie women choose to ‘flaunt them’ in public places by sunbathing topless. That might rot Fred’s holy roller socks but, by and large, naked sweater puppies rock our PIGish world. If Fred doesn’t want to see them, we suggest that he stop looking. Unable to get that done, tit-phobic Fred wants to impose a ban on topless sunbathing throughout New South Wales. We’re pleased to report that, so far, there’s not a stampede to join Fred’s crusade to make women keep their ‘charms’ under wraps: Acting NSW Premier Carmel Tebbutt does not have a problem with topless sunbathing and says the issue is a matter for local councils. "Government can sometimes get themselves into all sorts of trouble by trying to stray into areas that are better left to individuals," she said. It sounds like these Elected Tormentors think Fred should stop been a complete boob. That sounds like good advice. Everybody else seems to be coping with naked sweater puppies on the beach...everybody, except Little Freddy Nile. Everybody else seems to understand the prevailing, boobs-baring, rules of engagement on certain New South Wales beaches. Due to the fact that his nads have shriveled up, Little Freddy hasn’t got the right stuff to get over it. Instead of minding his own business...instead of letting Aussie individuals handle it, tit-phobic Freddy Nile whines, whimpers, pouts then threatens to coerce compliance through the power of the Nanny State. That’s the essence of cowardice, PIGsters. Because Little Freddy can’t handle the sight of - or even the thought of - bare boobs, he assumes everyone else is big a loser as he is. Congratulations, Freddy, for going gutless and girlie over something that’s NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, you’re the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s first Girlieman of the Week for 2009. Girlieman of the Year Winner: Vicente W. Bush One of Vicente W. Bush’s personality traits is a stubborn streak that’s a big as Mexas. We saw that play out, time, and time again, throughout his tenure in the Oval Office. Let’s face it "Oops, my bad" just isn’t in his vocabulary. We’re inclined to give Vicente props for his dogged determination, when he’s pursuing the Jihadikaze scumbags, who want to destroy us. That’s one instance where his stubborn streak worked for us. Unhappily, his pigheaded refusal to second guess his decisions isn’t our idea of a good time, when it comes to America’s immigration policy. That brings us to this award. Despite the blatant injustice of the sentences imposed on them, Ramos and Compean continue to be America’s most egregiously maligned political prisoners. Condemning them to rot for at least a decade in a federal prison for shooting a drug smuggling, border jumping, pile of shit in the ass is BULL SHIT. Bush's refusal to admit that the punishment is much too harsh for the ‘alleged’ crime is an intolerable injustice. It’s not the act of a brave defender of justice. It’s gutless to the core. We’re disgusted by the fact that Vicente Bush steadfastly refuses to set Ramos and Compean free with a presidential pardon, in the waning days of his administration. For this act of craven cowardice, Vicente W. Bush earned this richly deserved bitch-slap as the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Year. Runner-up: Messiah Barry Obama Second Runner-up: Comrade Hillary Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: N.Y. Governor David Paterson The non-negotiable fact of Elected Tormentor life is that, sooner or later, someone is going to make you the butt of a joke. The higher on the political ladder you climb, the more allegedly-humorous hits you take. It’s demonstrably true for the likes of Juan McCain, Vicente W. Bush, Dick "Darth" Cheney, Teddy "The Swimmer" Kennedy, Bubba & Hillary, and, especially Sarah "I’m hotter than Tina Fey" Palin. That Elected Tormentor bull’s-eye is affixed to all comers, but some handle it better than others. That brings us to NY Governor David Paterson, who is determined to cloak himself in Messiah Barry class joke punch-line immunity. He’s blind and, he insists, that aspect of his life should be off-limits. The folks at Saturday Night Live, beg to differ. The skit -- which aired on Saturday [December 13] -- featured SNL actor Fred Armisen as Paterson, who is faced with the task of appointing someone to replace Sen. Hillary Clinton. Armisen said he was looking for three characteristics in candidates for the job: economic experience, upstate influence and someone who is disabled and unprepared for the job -- like himself. The actor then held up a chart illustrating the state's job losses upside down. The Paterson bit was a running gag, throughout the show, that had him, blundering around in the background during the SNL news skit. It was fun stuff, and the kind of thing that an Elected Tormentor should expect. Obviously, Paterson - and his minions - didn’t get the memo on that element of political life. "The governor engages in humor all the time, and he can certainly take a joke. However, this particular Saturday Night Live skit unfortunately chose to ridicule people with physical disabilities and imply that disabled people are incapable of having jobs with serious responsibilities. The governor is sure that Saturday Night Live with all of its talent can find a way to be funny without being offensive. Knowing the governor, he might even have some suggestions himself." (Paterson spokeshole, Errol Cockfield) In other words, we think it's much funnier when you use Bush, Cheney, Palin and McCain for target practice. For being so thin-skinned...for his failure to understand that, where political humor is concerned, everything about him is fair game...for trying to hide behind the ‘disability’ card, New York Governor David Paterson is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Messiah Barry O’Bama When Illinois Governor Rob "Lets Make A Deal" Blagojevich landed in the federal investigation hotseat, Elected Tormentors throughout the state started running for cover. The feds barely had time to conclude their news conference, when the flight from Blagojevich turned into a stampede. Leading this headlong flight to "never heard of the bastard and I couldn’t pick him out of a lineup" was that legend in his own mind, Messiah Barry O’Bama. Despite being mentioned on the tapes of Monty Hall Blagojevich as being ungrateful, uncooperative and assorted other things, Messiah Barry mounted a ‘deny, deny, deny’ defense. Eager to cover his own ass, and only his own ass, Barry circled the wagons, very tightly. Messiah Barry’s spine turned to jello and his nads shriveled up, when faced with this political scandal so close to home. Gutless to the core, he spouted, hard to believe, "I never met him or discussed the open senate seat with him" bull crap. Messiah Barry’s defense hit a speed bump, when some members of the media asked inconvenient questions about David Axelrod, who is on the record as saying ‘we have met with, talked to’ the governor about Messiah Barry’s replacement. Lacking the stones to tell the truth, Messiah Barry kicked his loyal minion to the curb, forcing him to recant his prior statements. When faced with his first major political crisis, Messiah Barry went girlie and furtive. When he should have come out swinging, saying "yes I talked to Monty Blagojevich, and I am disgusted by his pay for play politics", he turned into a gutless wonder. This is not the kind of courage we expect from a man who is going to occupy that Oval Office hot seat on January 20. For showing our enemies that ‘duck and cover’ is Messiah Barry’s response to a crisis...for lacking the balls to be a man during a crisis...for failing his first test of courage so spectacularly, Messiah Barry O’Bama is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Gutless Guttersnipe of the Week Gutless Wonder: Roseann O’Reilly Runte [From time to time, an alleged female displays an jaw-dropping level of cowardice which, if performed by a dude, would land the gutless wonder on our Girlieman of the Week page. That’s precisely the case here. The gutless guttersnipe in question is Roseann O’Reilly Runte, the president of a pimple on the butt of higher Educrap called Carleton University. That’s the Ivory Tower which chooses the recipients of its charities, based, entirely, on the ‘inclusive’ nature of a given disease’s victims. After the Carleton University Student Association voted to stop raising money for cystic fibrosis - since it only impacted, they claimed, unhyphenated white males it wasn’t worthy of support - the international blowback was memorable. That’s when this gutless bitch tried to give the CUSA covering fire, in the form of a letter. For her antics, because she emulated a dude who lost his nads and misplaced his spine so impressively, I, Hambo, am naming Roseann O’Reilly Runte, an honorary dude. I’m sure this steaming pile of Korrectness with be thrilled.] Roseann O’Reilly Runte, the asshat in charge of this institution for these criminally insane Korrectniks spewed the some self serving drivel, which shifts the blame to "an on-line encyclopedia, known for being inaccurate at times." That’s right, the folks at Wikipedia (my best guess for the wonky on-line encyclopedia) misled these eager Korrectniks, so it’s all their fault. Here’s the butt bullet pooped out by the pile of crap running this outpost of Korrectnik indoctrination: Dear Colleagues, We can be proud of our student journalists who recognized a story with national potential and we can be proud of all the students who have written to state their strong opinions, formed groups on Face Book, raised additional funds for cystic fibrosis, used the democratic options available to them to express their disagreement. We can also be proud of our students who are active volunteers, raising nearly one million dollars for Cystic Fibrosis. We can be proud of Carleton University’s human rights policies and of our Paul Menton Center which is recognized as a leader in assisting people with disabilities. Our students were misled by an on-line encyclopedia, known for being inaccurate at times. To those hurt or offended by this incident, such was not the intent of the student association or anyone else associated with the university. We all join our students in a heartfelt apology. I have spoken with the President of the Ottawa Chapter of the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation who has agreed to identify an expert who will be invited to speak to our student body on the horrible effects of this disease in January. Additionally, an ad hoc committee will be formed to make suggestions as to how Carleton can continue to assist infighting the impact of this devastating disease. Anyone interested in joining this committee is invited to contact my office by email. Let us place this matter into perspective. Last week one of our students won a Rhodes Scholarship for her fine academic, athletic and volunteer performance. Another student achieved a major engineering breakthrough. The entire student body debated an important issue. It was a typical week at a great university! Let us be gentle with our students and kind to ourselves. Let us remember the purpose of a university and the lessons learned this week. Let us pause before reacting by casting any more stones. In the long run, this incident demonstrates that Carleton University is a place where true learning occurs within and outside the classroom, where people act with dignity and where the entire community is concerned about charity and acts with concern and compassion for all. I wish everyone a peaceful and happy holiday break and a safe return to campus. Sincerely yours, You’ll notice that this Egghead blatantly ignores the real obscenity, the fact that a disease’s ‘merit’ is judged, entirely, by the diversity of its victims. When you cut through the crap, you’ll find that this Egghead has no problems with dumping diseases that aren’t ‘inclusive’ (diseases which target unhyphenated white males). It appears that the Carleton University Student Association was simply following their leader, University President Runte, when it dumped what appeared to be an improperly diverse disease. Their only mistake was picking cystic fibrosis, a deadly disease which is, just barely, diverse enough, after all. The rot at Carleton University starts at the very top, and that’s where any free ranging Canadian rational adults need to start cleaning house. It’s time for someone to say, "Yer outta here, Roseann" and make it stick. Since that’s going to take a while, we’ll get things rolling here in the Free State of PIG by slapping this cringing coward for trying to change the subject. We’ll pummel her for ignoring the central question - ‘inclusive’ and ‘non-inclusive’ diseases - and trying to distract everyone with a record shattering pile of self-serving bull shit. We’ll give Ms. Runte (are we the only ones who noticed that it rhymes with ‘cunt’) by naming Roseann O’Reilly Runte the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Gutless Guttersnipe of the Week (AKA, Girlieman of the Week). Girliemen of the Week Girlieman: District Supt. David Cash For decades, the snot-gobblers attending two Southern Mexifornia elementary schools honored Thanksgiving day, with the same ritual: ‘...[K]indergartners at Condit and Mountain View elementary schools take annual turns dressing up and visiting the other school for a Thanksgiving feast. This year, the Mountain View children would have dressed as Native Americans and walked to Condit, whose students would have dressed as Pilgrims...’ (L.A. Times) It was strictly no harm, no foul, since it gave the tykes a chance to exercise their creative skills, while making, and decorating, Pilgrim hats and/or feathers out of that tyke staple, construction paper. Class projects, a hint of history mixed in with American myth? What’s not to like? Everything, according to a Siberian-American Korrectnik Egghead (she's an English Professor at a notoriously Korrect Ivory Tower, Univ. of California, Riverside), Michelle Raheja: ‘..."It's demeaning," Michelle Raheja, the mother of a kindergartner at Condit Elementary School, wrote to her daughter's teacher. "I'm sure you can appreciate the inappropriateness of asking children to dress up like slaves (and kind slave masters), or Jews (and friendly Nazis), or members of any other racial minority group who has struggled in our nation's history...There is nothing to be served by dressing up as a racist stereotype."...’ (L.A. Times) In a rational world, a school administrator would tell this caterwauling Korrectnik cunt where to stick it. Unhappily, this government cess-schools' district supervisor is a gutless, cringing, wonder named David Cash, an alleged man in name only. Little Davie cowered in his corner, ignored the outrage blasting at this Raheja bitch from district parents, then pulled the plug on this four decades old, kid-friendly tradition. Davie gutted the festivities, because he hasn’t got the nads to tell this raving Siberian-American, lunatic bitch to shut the hell up and sit down. Instead, he banned the costumes which, invariably delighted the tykes, making a mockery of the festivities which would proceed without the construction paper costumes. For letting this Korrectnik cunt dictate district policy...for surrendering to a blatant politically correct agenda without a fight...for spinelessly destroying a favorite moment in the tyke school year, Little Davie Cash is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girliemen of the Week Girlieman: Ohio Gov. Ted Strickland Faced with, well-documented news reports that state officials used state computers to hound, harass, and intimidate a law-abiding citizen named Samuel Joseph Wurzelbacher (A.K.A. Joe The Plumber), Ohio Governor Ted Strickland turned into a complete weasel. The skunk in the state power structure is a raving Obamunist named Helen Jones-Kelley, Ted’s director of the Ohio Department of Job and Family Services. Comrade Helen admits that she did the evil deed, running a lame excuse up the Nanny State flagpole. Her attempt at ‘nothing to see here’ was a nice try, but no match for the news sleuths at the Columbus Dispatch, which ratted her out, in a series of stories. With some REAL journalists hot on the trail, Governor Ted needed to put the potential political scandal out of his misery. Waiting until late on a Friday evening, Teddy the Weasel, without any fanfare, put Comrade Helen on paid administrative leave, the political equivalent of "laying low, until the heat is off". Teddy the Weasel is sending up the usual political smokescreen, by ordering his Inspector General, Tom Charles, to investigate: look into "the possibility, as yet unconfirmed, that a state computer or state e-mail was sued to assist in political fund raising". Fund raising? Holy, when you’re caught red-handed, change the subject, Batman! Take your fund raising and stick it, Weasel-Breath. Your minion, Comrade Helen, deserves to be FIRED, because she used coercive government power to hound a private citizen, whose only crime is making the Marxist Messiah look bad, ON CAMERA. Teddy the Weasel is nailed to the statehouse door by this press release from Kevin DeWine, deputy chairman of the Buckeye State’s Republican Party: "Gov. Strickland showed poor judgment by rushing to defend these questionable practices before getting all the facts. And his decision to wait until five o'clock on a Friday afternoon after the election to take action smacks of a cover-up...it's completely unacceptable that his administration has apparently turned state government into a giant political party machine." For lacking the stones to put the citizens of Ohio, first...for turning into a complete, gutless, weasel when faced with a misuse of government power by one of his minions...for trying to change the subject and hide behind a transparent cover-up, Ted The Weasel Strickland is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girliemen of the Week Girlieman: John McCain Four decades ago, John McCain demonstrated a level of courage and devotion to this once great nation that was heroism on a mind-boggling scale. He proved, conclusively, that he’s got a deep reservoir of courage at his disposal. He has the stones to swim against the tide, a trait which earned him the label ‘maverick’, which he wears with so much pride. He had the stones to stay in the Oval Office hunt, during the Elephant Clan primary, when everyone counted him out. Like I said, McCain has guts, and is up for a fight, but that brings us to the burning question. Where was all this grim determination...where was all this "I’ll get the job done, no matter what it takes" when he really needed it? Where was his fighting spirit when it came to the General Election? He proved that he was willing to pull out all the stops, when he was fighting that uphill battle for his party’s nomination. Unfortunately, his mind turned to mush, his spine turned into jello, when he faced off with a Dumbo-eared Marxist Messiah named Barry. Cowed by this upstart, McCain played Charlie Brown to Obama’s Lucy and let himself be suckered, repeatedly, when Obama kept yanking that political football out of reach at the last possible minute. That dauntless, bloodied, but unbowed, warrior John McCain would have kicked Barry’s skinny ass. Unhappily, that’s not the McCain who entered the General Election arena. Instead, we got a weary warrior who never seemed to understand the folly of showing up for a political knife fight unarmed, when your opponent shows up with a machete. Naval aviator John McCain is a hero and I salute him for it. Presidential Candidate McCain expected America to hand him the presidency on a silver platter, and he got his ass kicked. If he didn’t really want the job - that’s the way he ran his campaign - why didn’t he have the spine to move aside and let someone more highly motivated take on the Messiah Barry juggernaut? That’s why, for refusing to take the gloves off and fight for that top job...for refusing to expose Messiah Barry as the most dangerously incompetent individual who ever ran for president...for failing to put it all on the line in defense of this once great nation, the way he did four decades ago, John McCain is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girliemen of the Week Girlieman: Dr. Emmanuel Vlahakis He took an oath, and dedicated his life to healing the sick, but he has certain non-negotiable limits on his healing endeavor. Dr. Emmanuel Vlahakis showed his true colors, when a man had a heart attack on the doorstop of his Europa Medical Clinic in Adelaide (Australia). Brian Turner collapsed just outside the front door, prompting his wife to start banging on the doors of the doctor’s office, begging for help. Suitably alarmed, the receptionist, Angela Conte, called the doctor, who only had one question: Is he inside our outside the office? Despite Angela’s pleas for him to come out and lend a hand, Dr. Vlahakis told his minion to call for an ambulance, because Brian had collapsed outside the office. When Angela opened the office doors, she expected the doctor to pull his head out of his butt, then have someone fetch a gurney. She had no idea what an utter and complete scumbag this cretin is. After ordering her to lock the doors, and keep them locked, this quack took his antics to the limit and beyond:
The moment the ambulance arrived, Dr. Vlahakis got the hell out of Dodge, but, by then, his failure to help Brian Turner had taken its toll. Brian Turner died, in large part, because this loathsome pile of shit refused to do something as basic as administering CPR. There’s a Coroner’s Inquest under way, but we don’t hold out much hope that Dr. Vlahakis will get what he deserves. The best we can expect is an ocean of bad publicity that will end his medical career as completely as Dr. Vlahakis’ inaction ended the life of Brian Turner. The Free State of PIG is pissed that all we can do is make Dr. Vlahakis our Girlieman of the Week. This is one of those occasions when something much, much, stronger is needed. Until that comes along, we’ll need to vent our outrage by making Emmanuel Vlahakis the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girliemen of the Week Girliemen: FBI Punks Like Mark White Unhappily, it no longer shocks us to hear that a raving Jihadikaze lunatic murders female members of his family to preserve the family honor. It’s not even news when he hear that a murdering bastard named Yasser Abdel Said murdered his own daughters, Sarah (age 17), and Amina (age 18), because they were acting like - GASP - teenage girls. Sadly, it’s still not news when we learn that this Jihadikaze mayhem happened in Irving (Mexas) instead of Gaza, Indonesia, Pakistan, or some other Islamikaze-infested blight. Since this murdering bastard butchered his daughters here in the USA, and we’d really, really, like to get him up close and personal with the Mexas execution chamber, Yasser hit the big time, when the FBI posted some ‘Wanted’ info on this steaming load. That’s when this sorry saga strayed into the Girlieman spotlight. Initially, following the lead of the murdered teenage girls’ great aunt, the initial FBI ‘wanted’ blurb was thrillingly real:
In record time, ‘some Muslims’ whined about the use of ‘honor killing’. These homegrown Jihadikazes are worried that rank and file American individuals will get the ‘wrong’ idea since ‘honor killing’ ‘attaches a religious motive’ to this crime. These murderer coddling traitors to everything we hold dear worry that "honor killing" might make a rational adult discriminate against Mecca Maniacs. If by ‘discriminate’ they mean someone, like me, wants to see this man, who killed his daughters to preserve the family honor, burn in the hell he deserves, then I am guilty as charged. Going gutless and furtive, the FBI beat a hasty retreat, by rewriting the wanted blurb to make it okey dokey for traitorous, American hating, Sharia loving, scumbags like CAIR. That’s when a craven, Jihadikaze coddling, coward named Mark White, media coordinator in the bureau's Dallas office, left a lasting stench in our nostrils.
When challenged about the FBI’s double standard - they, routinely, use the equally ‘discriminatory’ term ‘hate crime’ - this stinking stain on humanity’s butt spewed more weasel words. Blah, blah, blah. The FBI in general, and this Mark White pile of shit in particular, turned into gutless wonders, the instant that our homegrown Islamikaze asshats whined. For their spineless groveling to punks like CAIR, the FBI asshats - especially that jellyfish Mark White - are the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girliemen of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Richard Cooey Richard Cooey is a craven coward who, despite his relentless caterwauling, got off much too easy. He wasn’t worried about pain, or death, when he murdered two University of Akron students in 1986. But, from the moment his ‘die murdering bastard’ fate was sealed, he began blubbering about the ‘pain’ associated with execution by lethal injection. Eager to capitalize on the fate of the last man who got what he deserved in the Buckeye State’s execution chamber, Christopher Newton, Dickie boy whined, that, he was too fat to be offed, painlessly, via lethal injection. What if, like Newton, the medical practitioners had trouble finding a vein in fatass Dickie’s arms? That’s intolerable. Leaving nothing to chance, Dickie did more than get lawyered up. He had packed on 75 pounds since he landed on death row, bloating his murderous bulk to 267 pounds, which was a heavy load for a 5 feet 7 inches pile of murdering scumbag shit. Nice try, but no cigar, scumbag. The bad news, for Dickie, is that his whining fell on deaf ears. He was put out of our misery on Tuesday (October 14). Unlike his homeboy, Christopher Newton, the medical practitioners found Dickie’s vein easily, after which this murdering bastard was sent to the hell he deserves. Good riddance? Oh hell yes, but we’re not heartless here in the Free State of PIG. We decided to make this gutless wonder our first posthumous recipient of the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s coveted Girlieman of the Week Award. Normally, we’d make a crack about our award ‘warming the cockles of Dickie’s heart’, but in this bastard’s extra crispy hereafter, getting ‘warm’, is the least of his problems. Girliemen of the Week Girliemen: Assorted South African Scumbags Given the likely outcome of the 2008 Oval Office Derby, this week’s Girlieman of the Week is much more than a richly deserved bitch-slap at some gutless wonders. It’s a preview of the suffocating censorship which will snuff out free speech in America under a President/Messiah Barry ‘The Boy Blunder’ Obama. The fun got rolling with a mega popular comedy routine (66 million hits on YouTube) by a joke wielding ventriloquist, Jeff Dunham. The skit features Jeff holding a skeletal puppet, Achmed the Dead Terrorist, who is decked out with a white cloth around his head. Periodically, throughout the routine, Achmed warns the audience "Silence! I will kill you!" It’s very funny stuff, here, in the PIGdom. But, the cringing cretins infesting South Africa have their panties in a wad over it. Apparently, Achmed and Jeff are so wildly popular, with the world’s rational adults, that a cellular outfit, GloMobile is using part of the routine as a ringtone. In order to capitalize on their new ringtone, GloMobile is airing ads which feature Jeff and his pal Achmed. No harm, no foul? Hardly. A whining pile of Jihadikaze shit, Moegamat Khan, went off the rails, caterwauling to South Africa’s Advertising Standards Authority that Jeff and Achmed were - TA DA - offensive to Mecca Mania. How? It implies that all Muslims are terrorists, as far as this whining pile of shit is concerned. The spineless scumbags on the ASA agreed: "To associate this divine inspiration to a terrorist is offensive to the people who believe in [Muhammad]." (Fox News) In Moegamat Khan’s region of the Twilight Zone, it was outraged Lutherans who beheaded Theo Van Gogh. In Moegamat Khan’s region of the Twilight Zone, it was rampaging Baptists who destroyed the Twin Towers. In Moegamat Khan’s region of the Twilight, it was murderous Quakers who beheaded Daniel Pearl. Jihadikazes are too busy, beating their swords into plowshares, for such things, in his region of the Twilight Zone. Wake up and smell the Religion of ‘Peace’ coffee, you blithering, self-deluded jackass. PIG can - almost - understand why Moegamat is a gutless, whining, neutered piece of caterwauling shit. Almost. BUT, there’s no excuse for the cringing cretins on South Africa’s Advertising Standards Authority aiding and abetting this spineless, reality-insulated twerp and his pious pinhead delusions. That’s why, for refusing to confront the worldwide Jihadikaze rampage facts, Moegamat Khan, and the Mecca Manic coddling Meatheads at the ASA are the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girliemen of the Week. Girliemen of the Week Girliemen: Chris Dodd, Barney Frank The most stunning thing about the ongoing financial meltdown is the fact that two Elected Tormentors, who are leading the Legicrat stampede to ‘fix’ it, are the very ones whose antics got us here in the first place. I refer, of course, to Congressman Barney Frank, chairman of the House financial services committee, and Senator Chris Dodd, chairman of the Senate Banking, housing and urban affairs committee. Both of them helped draft this capitalism-eviscerating legislative abortion. They played a key role in a bill whose primary purpose was to distract we the people from the fact that, the primary financial dominos - Fannie Mae, and Freddie Mac - whose collapse helped the financial meltdown reach critical mass, are pet projects of theirs. When some Elephant Clan hacks - including Vicente W. Bush - first detected trouble in ‘affordable housing’ for deadbeats paradise, 5 years ago, Frank led the counterattack to keep these generous campaign donors out of the regulatory bull’s-eye. "These two entities — Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac — are not facing any kind of financial crisis. The more people exaggerate these problems, the more pressure there is on these companies, the less we will see in terms of affordable housing." (Barney Frank, holding up his end of a $42,000 Fannie and Freddie campaign donation, quid pro quo bargain) In 2007, when this financial house of cards was already starting to collapse, Chris Dodd turned on his deep pocketed ($165,000 in Fannie and Freddie campaign donations) ‘friends’, beating Barney Frank out of the finger-pointing starting gate, with this putrid pontificating: "The fact that any reputable banker or lender would make these kinds of loans so widely available to wage-earners, to elderly families on fixed incomes, or to lower-income, unsophisticated borrowers, strikes me as unconscionable and deceptive." You lying weasels! Until this subprime mortgage turd started to stink, you were insufferably superior and smug about ‘providing affordable housing to unqualified buyers’. Now, when this rancid butt bullet is floating in YOUR toilet bowl, you’re seeking a life preserver to keep from going down with it. Both men were bought and paid for by ‘finance, insurance and real estate interests’ - Barney cost them $2.5 million over the years, making him a bargain, compared to the pricier ($13 million) Dodd. When, like Humpty Dumpty, Freddie and Fannie came tumbling down, both of them went furtive and girlie, in their quest for career saving political cover. They were ready, willing, and eager to send their friends to retribution’s chopping block, as long as they, themselves, avoided that richly deserved fate. By now, you’re thinking this sounds more like a steaming load, and I tend to agree. Despite that, I am pinning a Girlieman label (it fits Barney much better, for OBVIOUS reasons) on them because they have been gutless, bought and paid for, wonders throughout this debacle. Steaming Load is TOO GOOD for a pair of miserable, money-grubbing, neo-Marxist sons-of-bitches who abuse their positions of authority and use their leadership positions to blame everyone else. If either of them had a clue about manhood, REAL MANHOOD, they would shoulder their part of the blame and admit their critical roles in this fiasco. Would it kill them to say, "Oops, my bad"? Would it kill them to say, "I got this one wrong, and I apologize to the American people for violating their trust"? Obviously, which explains why these bribe-taking, favor giving, lying, Elected Tormentor bastards are the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girliemen of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Senator Ted Stevens This week’s winner is something of a place holder for all the other gutless Elected Tormentor scumbags who refuse to take responsibility for their own actions. After watching Congressman Charlie Rangel bob, weave, and point fingers to deflect blame for his BLATANT tax fraud, Alaska Senator Ted "Bridge to Nowhere" Stevens borrowed that defense strategy to ward off culpability for his own ‘you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours’ antics. Determined to avoid having the U. S. Justice system stamp ‘GOTCHA’ on his 84 year old political hack butt, Stevens is twisting turning and doing his best to shift the blame somewhere, anywhere. His gotcha harkens back to 2000, when he decided to remodel his house. Normally, that would involve hiring a contractor. Normally, but not this time. Instead of a contractor, Ted ‘asked’ his chum, Bill Allen, to ‘manage the project’, for him. Bill would ramrod the upgrade to Ted’s digs, since Ted was busy in D. C., where he was setting new records for pork barrel projects. Bill was a ‘curious’ choice, since Bill is not your basic moose molesting Alaskan slacker. Bill Allen is the chairman of VECO Corp., an oil services firm. I’m sure it’s just a coincidence that VECO has been the recipient of some federal funds, funds that were funneled his way by - TA DA - Ted Stevens. Holy stench of corruption, Batman! The rubber hits the road, on this one, because the amount of work done on the Steven’s homestead is pegged at $250,000, but Bill Allen, generously, only charged his pal Ted $160,000. Maybe he forgot to carry the one. Or, as prosecutors say, Bill Allen was putting a down payment on future gifts, from a powerful U.S. senator. Cementing his hold on this Girlieman award, Ted Stevens is frantically ducking any blame. Leaving nothing to chance, he blames Bill Allen for his ‘generosity’ and his failure to pass along all the bills. Sensing that such a ploy might not save his sorry ass, Ted is willing to throw his own wife, Catherine Stevens, under the wheels of the proverbial bus with Bill Allen. How? You’ll love it: Stevens said he was clueless about the cost and scope of the project, saying his wife controlled the checkbook. Defense attorney Brendan Sullivan said that when Stevens had a message for her, he communicated through his Senate aides. (AP) When confronted by all the work done by VECO employees, all the freebees bestowed - a spiffy gas grill, an ‘elaborate rope lighting system’, a sled mutt, plus a ‘sweetheart deal on a car’, Ted insists he never wanted, needed, or asked for those things. Yeah right Ted, but you left out one more thing you didn’t do: you didn’t give them back, turn them down, or offer to pay full, fair, market value for them. Ted Stevens is a gutless guttersnipe, who hasn’t got the nads to man up, accept the blame for his actions, and take his medicine. To save his sorry ass, he’ll blame Bill Allen, VECO, his wife, and, probably, the sled mutt, if Ted gets desperate enough. The only one he hasn’t blamed, yet, is Alaska Governor Sarah Palin. He’s probably holding that one in reserve. You’re a gutless piece of Elected Tormentor shit, Ted, and we all know it. You’re also the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. You’ll probably try to shift blame for that, too, but we won’t let you. You bagged this one all by yourself. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Malcom Hoenlein Malcom Hoenlein’s stationary reads ‘CEO of the Conference of Presidents of Major American Jewish Organizations'. Based on his spineless antics, this week, and his unconditional surrender to partisan party politics, he should change it to ‘the Gutless Wonder Cringing At The Feet of the Presidents of Major DEMONCRAT American Jewish Organizations’. Malcom’s outpost of the DNC hit the news, when it started promoting a rally, that is scheduled for Monday September 22, to protest Iranian president Mahmoud al-Gilligan Ahmadinejad. Among those scheduled to speak at the rally are ‘many ethnic and religious leaders and dignitaries from the U.S. and abroad’. The two scheduled speakers, who elicited the biggest buzz, were Comrade Hillary Clinton and Sarah ‘The Barracuda’ Palin. Now, thanks to the pressure Messiah Barry Obama and his acolytes put on Malcom, neither will appear. First, Messiah Barry coerced Comrade Hillary into backing out of what would be a joint appearance with Sarah Palin. That left Sarah as the last woman standing, a situation that sent Malcom and his partisan pissants into a frenzy. In record time, spouting bullshit about the message of the rally being lost in the media frenzy, Malcom yanked Sarah Palin’s invitation. Thanks to this gutless wonder, Malcom Hoenlein, the message of the rally came through loud and clear: "You have nothing to fear from our cabal, Mahmoud, because, the last time we checked, you’re not - GASP - a REPUBLICAN." Thanks to Malcom, Mahmoud gets a good laugh. Thanks to Malcom, his rally has been exposed for what it really is. It's another Obamaton rally, being stage managed by some off the cliff lefty groups, who don’t take a crap without prior, written, approval from Messiah Barry Obama and his toadies on the Democratic National Committee. You’re a craven coward, Malcom. The dude you're claiming to protest, Mahmoud al-Gilligan, is a raving, nuclear-armed, lunatic, but at least he’s a MAN, which is more than I can say for you. If you had a full set of nads, you’d cut the crap and admit that your organization is a wholly-owned subsidiary of the Demoncrat Party. For being such a mealy-mouthed jelly spined asshole, you, Malcom Hoenlein, are the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Jay "Joy" Ladin In 2006, after three years on the job as Literature Professor at a Big Apple Ivory Tower, Jay Ladin had passed muster and was, as a result, granted tenure. Suitably gratified, Jay Ladin decided to wait an additional two weeks before he dropped his bombshell on the Ivory Tower’s administration. What bombshell? You’re going to be thrilled. After two weeks of ‘you can’t fire my literary ass’ tenure, Jay Ladin informed his employers that he was, in fact, a woman trapped in a man’s body. He told them that he was, as a result, a heshe who was in the process of becoming, TA DA, a woman. I know what you’re thinking but that won’t play, this time. The reason Jay waited for his tenure before coming clean is the fact that the Ivory Tower is Jewish institute of higher learning named Yeshiva University. No doubt, Jay concluded - quite rightly, I suspect - that Yeshiva University wasn’t likely to grant tenure to a transsexual. The Ivory Tower put Jay on indefinite leave while the relevant rabbis and administrators tried to extricate themselves from Jay’s ‘gotcha’. Having snookered the Ivory Tower, Jay wasn’t willing to simply go away. Instead, he got lawyered up and managed to parlay a fear of lawsuit retribution into a return to his tenured duties this week, as Joy Ladin. Sprouting hooters, wearing women’s clothes, and changing your name to Joy won’t cut any ice here in the Free State of PIG, DUDE. You’re still ‘male’ - we won’t call a gutless wonder like you a man - down below, so you’re eminently qualified for this award. That’s compelling, but not enough to seal the deal. You won this award, by hiding the truth from your employers, then springing this ‘guess what’ bull crap on them, after it was too late for them to change their minds about giving you tenure. They’d treated you right, so far, so they deserved to make an informed decision, but you weren’t man enough to give them that chance. Jay didn’t win this award for being a NO SHIT Girlieman. Jay nailed this one because he/heshe/it lacked the guts to tell the truth, allowing the Eggheads at Yeshiva University make that tenure decision based on ALL the facts. Check it out, PIGsters, this week the Politically Incorrect Gazette slaps down a REAL Girlieman, Jay ‘Joy’ Ladin as our Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: (Ex) Detroit Mayor Kwame Kilpatrick. Kwame Kilpatrick played the race card, the Mecca Maniac card, and all the other cards at his disposal from the bottom of the deck. When he got caught red-handed, he tried to cover his tracks, by diverting attention and lying under oath. He blamed anyone, everyone, for his problems, but never had the stones to point the accusing finger at the person responsible, the asshat in the mirror. Finally, despite all of Kwame’s antics, the dominos started to fall. In addition to staring at hard time for the 8 felony counts laid at his doorstep, Kwame was days away from having Michigan Governor Jennifer Granholm exercise a power given her in the state’s constitution and kick him out of office. Unwilling to face that - no appeal allowed - gubernatorial decision, Kwame accused her of bias and tried to get some Ethnocrat in judges robes to save his sorry ass. It was a longshot and destined to fail. Finally, after accusing the city council, the governor, and - probably - bug-eyed interstellar racists for his problems, Kwame ran out of options. He was dragged screaming and kicking to the bar of justice. Still unrepentant, Kwame entered an insincere ‘guilty’ plea on two counts of obstruction of justice. The good news is that his guilty plea comes at a price: loss of his law license, loss of his job, four months in the slammer, five years on probation, he agreed not to run for elected office for five years. The bad news is that despite his plea, Kwame still won’t accept responsibility for his actions, by admitting the full extent of his guilt. The only reason he admitted anything is because he ran out of time, and guilt avoiding options. Kwame Kilpatrick is more then a dirty politician who abused his power. He’s a craven coward and that’s why he’s the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Albert Richardson Wanting to make the streets safer, and easier to police, a Brit Elected Tormentor, Albert Richardson, was downright eager to install CCTV cameras on his home, political turf: ‘...[W]hen the new cameras were announced, Coun Richardson told The Evening Post: "I live right in the middle of St Matthew's ward so I welcome this. It is sad to say it because no-one likes being spied on by these cameras, but when I think of the vulnerable people who live in St Matthew's ward, I do think this is needed." (Lancaster Evening Post) After ‘lengthy public consultations’, the locations for the cameras were determined. As the system was deployed, everyone was fat, dumb and happy, including Albert Richardson. Albert’s enthusiasm for CCTV cameras in St. Matthew’s ward changed dramatically, the moment that a CCTV was deployed near his home on Ribbeton Avenue. Now that one of those badly needed cameras is watching Albert’s abode, he has rolled up the ‘welcome’ mat and started singing a much different tune.. ‘...Coun Richardson backed the cameras when they were set up almost 18 months ago – but is now fuming as one has been erected close to his front door. He said: "I didn't expect one to go up where it has gone up. There are people watching me coming and going outside my house. I am not too pleased about it at all so I'm letting my trees grow."...’ (Evening Post) CCTV cameras that watch the ‘public’ are a necessary law enforcement tool. BUT, the same CCTV cameras are an ‘invasion of privacy’ when they’re watching Albert. Welcome to the wonderful world of ‘you made this hell, so it’s only fair that you burn in it’, Albert. As thrilling as that must be for you, it gets better. Albert Richardson, this is a very special day, because you’re the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Mexifornia’s Action Hero Governor In 2003, The Terminator deposed Mexifornia Governor Gray Davis by invoking a no-nonsense, fiscal discipline, based on his success in the business world. The two issues that landed Davis in hot, taxpayer, water were both spending related. He kicked a special car tax into high gear, and, he was rubber stamping the legislature’s runaway spending spree. Arnold did repeal the car tax, but his performance on the spending spree front is pathetic. The Terminator repeated his fiscal conservative whopper, in 2006, when he ran for a full term, accusing the Demoncrat dominated legislature of making the taxpayer foot the bill for Elected Tormentor spending calamities. His winning moves, in the final days of the campaign, involved painting a tax-bonkers, spend-a-holic bull’s-eye on his Demoncrat opponent. Immediately after the election, he was full of himself, and it, when he swore he’d put Mexifornia’s fiscal house on a solid, stay within your means, footing with spending cuts. It all sounded good, but it was, as we all know by now, utter and complete bull shit. This week, with the state sinking beneath a 20 billion dollar budget deficit tidal wave, he jettisoned all that ‘the legislature needs to learn financial discipline’ window dressing. After making a few, final, meaningless, noises about imposing budgetary discipline, Arnold decided to right those old profligate spending wrongs with - TA DA - an increase in the USA’s highest state sales tax. The governor, who came to Sacramento promising never to raise taxes, now wants to raise the sales tax temporarily. If Republicans agree, he said, they would get, in return, Democratic support for future spending restraints. "I think the sweet spot is a sales tax increase," Schwarzenegger said in the interview, "with the Democrats compromising on the budget reform in such a way that we have a real spending limit here. . . . Not everyone sees it that way. That's what I see." (L.A. Times) In other words, instead of kicking ass and taking names, this gutless wonder will, once again, play Charlie Brown to the legislature’s Lucy. He’ll run, he’ll try to kick the football, and they’ll yank it out at the last minute, by taking the new money and running up even more red ink, via lavish spending programs. Arnold is like your dad who gives you grief every time you squander your allowance money, then, with a guilty grin, he digs into your mom’s purse, hands you a couple twenties and says, ‘don’t tell your mother’. The legislature has blown through every penny that hit the state’s coffers, borrowed against the future, and blew through that, too. If Arnold had a full set of nads, he’d fess up to Mexifornia citizens and admit that he’s too gutless to crack down on spending. He needs to find the stones to tell Mexifornia citizens that the only way to raise Mexifornia’s financial ship starts by booting the Marxist Elected Tormentor asshats out of office. Arnold needs to admit that he broke all his promises and then apologize for his pathetic performance as Governor of Mexifornia. Since he’s a steaming political turd of the first order, he’s hasn’t got the guts. For lying to Mexifornia taxpayers, repeatedly, and never admitting it...for talking tough, then going girlie when the pressure was on...for off the charts hypocrisy, Arnold Schwarzeneger is, once again, the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Detective Constable Matt Grant We’ve all heard about those disapproving badge packers, who go girlie and gooey, when faced with a citizen who showed some spine during a crime. Aside from a rare - invariably rural - law enforcement official, who has no problem with a citizen kicking desperado ass, this ‘just let them have their way’ phenomenon is, unhappily, standard operating procedure. When our true crime drama begins, Detective Constable Matt Grant was not on the scene. The only citizens on the scene at 8:30pm on that Monday evening in Christchurch (New Zealand) were a Chinese dairy story owner and his wife. That changed, in a heartbeat, when a pair of crazed desperados raced into the store. Without saying a word, a desperado armed with a large knife, ran at the store owner, Nike, slashing at him with it. There’s no telling what might have happened, after the out of control punk backed Nike against a cigarette rack and slashed dangerously close to his throat. That’s when the store owner’s wife handed him the only weapon at hand, an air pistol. Nike got off a 5 or 6 shot volley, that sent the punks on their way, carrying off an essentially empty cash register. Nike is a hero, but Detective Constable Matt Grant is not the least bit happy with Nike’s life-saving exploits: "I don't want other people to think it's okay to do what this gentleman has done. Certainly we discourage what he's done. We encourage a practice of compliance and for people in that situation just to get the offenders out of the shop as soon as possible without any damage or harm to anyone." (Detective Constable Matt Grant) This badge packing gutless wonder has impounded the air gun and is mulling pressing charges against Nike for defending himself! Born without balls, Matt Grant thinks it’s better to let some desperado bastard carve you up than defended yourself. You’re craven coward Matt and need to turn in your badge and go looking for a set of balls. We’ll send you off on that quest for manhood, by naming you the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: John Edwards He’s a United States senator. He thinks he’s got the right stuff to be commander-in-chief. He’s so full of himself that he used his wife’s battle with cancer as part of his quest for the Oval Office. When he was trampled on the campaign trail by the Messiah Barry juggernaut, John Edwards fussed with his Breck punk tresses and tried to land a spot as Messiah Barry’s running mate. He is, in short, an ambulance chasing piece of political punk crap who is a legend in his own mind. John’s quest for political fame and glory hit a sizeable speed bump, this week, when a strike team from the National Enquirer staged an ambush at the Beverly Hilton hotel in Mexifornia. The National Enquirer shares all the spiffy details. * At 9:45 p.m., Johnny boy is spotted entering the hotel. He avoids the lobby, goes down side stairs then emerges on the bottom floor. From there, he takes the elevator up to the floor, where his lover, Rielle Hunter, had reserved two rooms. * Later, the Enquirer strike team spotted Johnny boy and Rielle leaving the hotel briefly, after which they returned to her room, together. * At 2:40 a.m., the Enquirer strike team spotted Johnny boy trying to leave the hotel, unseen, after spending some quality time, alone, with Rielle in her room. That’s when the fun hit high gear: ‘...when he emerged alone from an elevator into the hotel basement he was greeted by several reporters from the NATIONAL ENQUIRER. Senior NATIONAL ENQUIRER Reporter Alexander Hitchen asked Edwards why he was visiting Rielle and whether he was ready to confirm that he was the father of her baby. Shocked to see a reporter, and without saying anything, Edwards ran up the stairs leading from the hotel basement to the lobby. But, spotting a photographer, he doubled back into the basement. As he emerged from the stairwell, reporter Butterfield questioned him about his hookup with Rielle. Edwards did not answer and then ran into a nearby restroom. He stayed inside for about 15 minutes, refusing to answer questions from the NATIONAL ENQUIRER about what he was doing in the hotel. A group of hotel security men eventually escorted him from the men's room, while preventing the NATIONAL ENQUIRER reporters from following him out of the hotel. Said reporter Hitchen: "After we confronted him about seeing Rielle, Edwards looked like a deer caught in headlights!...’ (National Enquirer) We always knew that Johnny boy was scum, but we always qualified it with modifiers like ‘shyster’, ‘parasite coddling’ or ‘class warrior’. Obviously, we underestimated Johnny boy. While his wife is fighting cancer, Johnny boy is cheating on her with a woman who bears a disturbing resemblance to Prince Chuck’s horse-faced bride, Camilla. That’s low, even hypocritical, but it’s only moderately girlie. What sealed the deal on this award is running from the reporters, then hiding from them in the men’s room. His ultimate crime against manhood is lacking the nads to face the music, publically, by admitting his peccadillos. You’re a gutless wonder Johnny boy and that’s why you’re the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Terry Childs Last week, we hailed this Blight on the Bay computer wrangler as a hero for bringing the city to its knees: ‘...[Terry] tampered with the city's new FiberWAN (Wide Area Network), where records such as officials' e-mails, city payroll files, confidential law enforcement documents and jail inmates' bookings are stored. Childs created a password that granted him exclusive access to the system, authorities said. He initially gave pass codes to police, but they didn't work. When pressed, Childs refused to divulge the real code even when threatened with arrest, they said...’ (San Francisco Chronicle) In addition to freezing everyone out of the system and making it impossible to regain control, Terry Childs had an ace up his sleeve. If the city didn’t deal with him ‘fairly’, certain key records would be lost unless he did something to stop it. Terry tweaked the system to put key programs in temporary memory files that would vanish if the system were shut down for routine maintenance or was dumped by a power outage. Since the system contains payroll and critical law enforcement documents, the resulting loss would be catastrophic. Terry had them by the short and curlies, but he let them off the hook, when Mayor Gavin Newsom paid a secret visit to Terry’s cell in the middle of the night. During that visit, Terry turned gutless and girlie and surrendered the critical password without a fight. He had them in a corner and time was on his side, then he let them off the hook. Worst of all, he did it for NOTHING, since the justice system turned down his bid for making bail. You had their cyber nuts in a wringer and you let them go, dude. That’s why you tumbled all the way from PIG Hero to the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Bradley LaShawn Fowler He’s alienated from, disowned by, his family, but it’s not his fault. He’s been in the slammer, but that’s probably not his fault, either. He has been subjected to verbal abuse, discrimination, episodes of hate and physical violence, but that’s not his fault, either. For years, decades, through no fault of his own, he has been besieged by physical discomfort, and "periods of demoralization, chaos and bewilderment". Bradley is a basket case, but it’s not his fault. You’ll be thrilled to learn that Bradley has finally, after decades of ‘why are they picking on me’ misery, identified his tormentors. Admittedly, whining is Bradley’s best move, but he, temporarily, rented a testicle and, suitably infused with testosterone, has taken his tormentors to court. Who are his tormentors? Thomas Nelson Publishing and another publisher named Zondervan. Who are they? They are major Cross Cult publishers and their sin against Bradley is publishing Tome versions that refer to homosexuality as a sin. That’s right, PIGsters. Bradley is a GLAAD BAAG, who found Old Ka-Boom - it happened while Bradley was in the slammer - then got majorly bummed about what Old Ka-Boom has to say about bun rangers. Unable to sue Old Ka-Boom, and painfully aware that the committees who translate Tome scripture don’t have a pot to piss in, Bradley went after the only set of deep pockets available, the firms that publish the Tome. It’s called killing the messenger. It’s also called blaming somebody else because you don’t have the stones to look in the mirror and accept full, and complete, responsibility for your own actions. It’s not the Tome, Bradley. It’s not Corinthians 6:9 (no matter how you translate it), Bradley. It’s not the publishers who served up the message. It’s you, and you alone, Bradley. It’s also you, and you alone, who made Bradley "The Whining GLAAD BAAG" Fowler the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Bonus fact: Bradley is an Obamaton who publishes a blog - a steaming pile of self-pitying bull crap - on Messiah Barry’s campaign website. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: S. F. Mayor Gavin Newsome When the Blight by the Bay’s coddling of border jumping scumbag drug dealers exploded into the news cycle, the bovine excrement hit the fan with a resounding SPLAT. Apparently, nobody in positions of authority saw anything wrong with giving Honduran drug dealers red carpet, juvenile offender, treatment. In fact, with a ‘wink-wink’, ‘nudge-nudge’, the proper authorities aren’t too fussy about checking the ‘real’ age of these ‘youthful’ offenders. Determined to keep these drug dealers off Uncle Sam’s border jumper radar, the city’s juvenile probation department, headed by William Siffermann, would, at the taxpayers’ expense, have a probation officer fly the ‘youthful’ offender back to Honduras. Once there, the drug punk was free and clear, with no immigration track record, and thus free to return to the Blight by the Bay, America’s most slappably smug sanctuary city. After the feds busted one of those city-paid drug punk escorts in Mexas, in May, the city switched gears. Instead of flying the drug punks home, they exported them to group homes in far off San Bernardino County. That seemed like a viable solution, until news broke that 8 of these drug punks walked away from the group home and one of them was bagged, again, in the Blight by the Bay. The timing of this public relations nightmare was especially thrilling for Frisco’s mayor, Gavin Newsome, since it reached critical mass at the exact time when he was ramping up his bid for Governor of Mexifornia. His first instinct, fearless leader that he is, was to DUCK:
Sensing that might not be working, Gavin, took his gutless antics to the next level with ‘finger-pointing’:
Nice try, but no cigar, dude. The Tuesday press conference had barely concluded, when the blowback kicked into a much higher gear. By Wednesday, Gavin was in full retreat and pretending to have a spine:
Still trying to find someone to fall on a sword for the greater glory of Gutless Gavin, Newsome, seemed to paint a ‘take one for the Mayor’ bull’s-eye on his minion, William Siffermann:
We’re not shedding any tears over the way Gutless Gavin is twisting in the wind. He’s scum and that’s a fact, but we do have some glass half full news that might perk up Gutless Gavin: he’s the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Frankemuth (Michigan) is a town with a rich, well known, proudly proclaimed, religious history. Founded by Lutheran missionaries, it was, from the start, a town dedicated to preserving Lutheran traditions. Over the years, that resolve has held steadfast, making Frankenmuth’s population one of the highest concentrations of Lutherans in the Midwest. Thanks to a newcomer to town, Lloyd Clarke, Frankenmuth’s Lutheran traditions are under assault. A long term denizen of Michigan, this 66-year-old whiner moved from Bay City to be closer to family members who live in, and around, Frankenmuth. At first, everything was spiffy for Lloyd, until, one ignoble day, he roused himself from his ‘can’t we all get along’ coma then started going to war over all the crosses that are prominently displayed on ‘public’ land. One day, Lloyd noticed the crosses on bridge in town. Lloyd worried that some heretofore content Jews, Mecca Maniacs, or other non Cross Cultists, might get a boo-boo from them. Given ‘no choice’, this peace puke, former Green Party state senate candidate, caterwauled until the city removed the crosses from that bridge. Just getting started, this cretin painted his differently-religious bull’s-eye on the cross in a city park and the one on the city seal. That’s why, tired of Lloyd’s crap, rank and file Frankenmuth citizens exercised their right to free speech and excoriated Lloyd for being a complete and utter asshat about Frankenmuth’s supernaturalist roots. After the heat became intolerable, he started to whine about being picked on by his neighbors. When even the tykes started blistering his sorry, whiner, butt, Lloyd bailed out of his quest to make Frankenmuth ‘safe’ for the differently-religious. Frankenmuth has been doing just fine, without Lloyd, since the mid 1800s. It didn't start spouting crosses just to piss him off. If crosses piss him off, that's his personal problem, not the town's. This pagan scribbler thinks Lloyd needs to get over himself, and it, or get out of Dodge. He's the kind of scumbag who gives the differently-religious a bad name. It's time for him to shut up and sit down. For giving a hornets’ nest a swift kick, then complaining, when he got stung by outraged true believer wasps...for being a whining piece of crap...for picking an unnecessary fight and lacking the spine to see it through to the end, Lloyd Clarke is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Messiah Barry O’Dumbo The cornerstone of Messiah Barry’s candidacy is his need to prove that you can fool enough of the people enough of the time. His most fervent "hope" is that his mind-numbed Obamatons won’t "change" their perspective by trading in their rose-colored glasses for some reality goggles. Messiah Barry’s entire candidacy is a sham and a quest to promote ‘style’ over ‘substance’. It’s working, most of the time, as long as Messiah Barry is spouting somebody else’s inspiring words from a carefully rehearsed script. The problem arises, when Messiah Barry is allowed to spout his own drivel, without a script or a rehearsal. An off-the-cuff Messiah Barry is a non-stop gaff machine. That’s why he went gutless and girlie, after Juan "Do you want salsa with that citizenship, Chico" McCain challenged Barry to 10 "just me, you and American citizens" town hall debates. Answering unscreened questions from REAL citizens? It’s Messiah Barry’s worst nightmare. He fled the idea like it’s tainted with Ebola. Messiah Barry is a fraud, a gutless fraud, who wants to hide the fact that he’s utterly and completely unsuited for that big chair behind the desk in the Oval Office. That’s why he’s doing everything in his power to restrict the scope of the debate on his qualifications. While his campaign seeks to muzzle the unscripted Messiah Barry, other Obamatons are making pre-emptive strikes via a "Stop the Smears" Jihad. The list of items that YOU can’t say, because Messiah Barry can’t handle it, grows longer each day. For fleeing a series of open, unscripted, town hall meetings with those rank and file Americans...for whining every time a rational adult points out how utterly unqualified Messiah Barry is for the job he seeks...for caterwauling when cautious chad punchers, quite rightly, question the company that Messiah Barry has been keeping...for cringing behind his empty, well rehearsed, rhetoric...for his inability to be a MAN in any sense of that word, Messiah Barry O’Dumbo is the repeat winner of the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Parting shot: We think Juan McCain needs to make this his new campaign slogan. "If the Oval Office chair don’t fit, reject the elephant-eared twit." Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Barry "The Barometer" O'Dumbo The nicest thing that we can say about a President Messiah Barry is that his foot-in-mouth antics are the best political comedy routine since Spiro Agnew and Dan Quayle left the political stage. A President Messiah Barry would be endlessly entertaining that way, until his incessant flip-flopping got us all killed. This week, Barry's political weather report was another thriller. On Wednesday, Barry put on his 'staunch supporter of Israel' facade when he visited the American Israel Public Affairs Committee (AIPAC). This dose of Barry bloviating drew a standing ovation from those attending the AIPAC confab:
Barry played up his staunch friend of Israel prose to maximum effect for his slavishly-devoted MSM bootlickers and they ate it up. That fawning, bless us Messiah Barry, News Nitwit hot air didn't escape the notice of the Jihadikazes, whose reaction was swift and far from complimentary. Palestinian Authority President Mahmoud Abbas, an allegedly 'moderate' Islamikaze, didn't waste any time bitch-slapping Messiah Barry:
Faster than a speeding bullet, Messiah Barry jettisoned 'staunch friend of Israel' and channeled his inner Hussein, with a spectacular 180, the very next day, on CNN:
For making Jihad Jimmy look like Israel's new best friend...for making John Kerry seem like a man of unshakeable conviction...for making Neville Chamberlain seem like a pillar of tyranny rejecting strength...for raising talking out of both sides of his mouth to an art form, Messiah Barry "The Barometer" O'Dumbo is the Politically Incorrect Gazette's Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Doug Delong In theory, as principal of Cardon High School (Ohio), Doug Delong should serve as an example for the inmates of his government cess-school. He should be willing to show them that, sometimes, rules must be bent, even broken, due to unforeseen circumstances. This week, Doug had a chance to show his captive audience that he had the nads to do the right thing, no matter what the rules specified. Instead, Doug gave them a close look at craven cowardice. Ironically, two of Doug’s students, a pair of seniors named Will McDonnell and Tony Workman, the young men who shined a spotlight on Doug’s gutless wonder antics, are shining examples of courage. Will McDonnell, having fulfilled his graduation requirements early in the school year, joined the United States Marines and has already completed his boot camp. Tony Workman, a proud member of the Army National Guard, completed the U.S. Army’s 10-week long basic training, last Summer. Both young men should be honored for their decision to defend our nation and its liberty. Proud of their service to this country, these young warriors made a simple request. They wanted to forego the cap and gown and receive their high school diploma decked out in their uniforms. At first, that seemed to be an acceptable arrangement, until Doug the Slug went furtive and girlie. If he allowed this exception to the no, cap, no gown, no diploma rule, Doug whined that other ‘organizations’ would demand equal time. What a load of bull crap! Instead, Doug agreed to let the young men strut their uniformed stuff by leading the Honor Guard before the graduation ceremony. But, when it came time to go up on the stage for their diploma, the young warriors must wear their cap and gown. Unlike Doug the Slug, Marines don’t surrender and neither does he United States Army. The two young warriors have made their decision. They will wear the uniforms throughout the ceremony and stand proudly, at attention, when their names are called, without going up on the stage. It’s an honorable decision and we all salute them for it. Doug the Slug is a whining, rules obsessed, weasel who fails to see any distinction between the armed forces of the United States and a 4-H Club. For that...for taking a dump on two patriotic young warriors...for being a gutless guttersnipe who hides behind ‘the rules’...for being unworthy to spit-shine the boots of these young warriors, Doug ‘The Slug’ Delong is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Congressman Steve Kagen Even the Clown Posse on Capitol Hill know that gas prices have skyrocketed into the stratosphere and show no sign of coming down anytime soon. Some of the underlying factors - the increasing demand for energy from growing economic powerhouses like India and China - are beyond little Stevie’s control. He might be a legend in his own mind, but nobody in China or India gives a rat’s butt what he says or does. Other underlying factors fall squarely on the stooped shoulders of Stevie and his Clown Posse cohorts. I refer, as if you can’t guess, to the many roadblocks that Stevie and his cohorts erected to prevent America from taking simple, no brainer, steps to resolve its unmet energy needs. These steps would include freeing known petroleum reserves in Colorado, the Dakotas, Alaska, and offshore for production. These steps would also include opening the path for more nuclear fueled power plants, a move that would reduce our need for oil, considerably. In addition to keeping our proven oil reserves off line, Stevie and his big spending homeboys have made a bad situation much, much, worse by putting the dollar into freefall. Since oil is priced in dollars, prices are driven up every time the dollar hits a new low. This week, ignoring those clucking, ‘public policy’ chickens that are coming home to roost at every gas pump in this great nation, Stevie went gutless and girlie and decided to take his whining to the next level. How? Stevie perpetrated some legicrap that allows the United States Justice Department to - TA DA - SUE OPEC for limiting oil supplies. If anyone needs to be sued for limiting supply it’s Stevie and the other 323 gutless wonders who voted for this stinker. For failing to man up and admit his on-going complicity in keeping America dependent on foreign oil...for lacking the stones to shore up the U.S. dollar by cutting spending and imposing sound fiscal policy...for looking for a scapegoat instead of viable solutions...for exacerbating the problem through his craven cowardice and steadfast refusal to admit his role in this energy price debacle, Congressman Steve Kagen is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Parting shot: Granted, it took 324 pinheads to pass this stinker, but Stevie is the gutless wonder who sponsored the damn thing. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Barack O’Dumbo It’s accurate to state that the Free State of PIG is not Vicente W. Bush’s biggest fan. That hasn’t changed, when we’re dealing with domestic policy. On the other hand, when it comes to his role as Commander in Chief, we give GWB much higher marks. Our confidence in him was justified, this week, when he let it all hang out while addressing the Israeli parliament:
He nailed this one and that’s a fact that wasn’t lost on his Israeli audience. There are, as expected, some who took the president’s prose very hard, a fact that, finally, brings us to our Girlieman of the Week, Barack O’Dumbo.
Did president Bush come close to naming O’Dumbo? Nope. Did he allude, in any way, shape or form, to O’Dumbo? Nope. Was there the slightest implication that he was talking about O’Dumbo? Nope? So why is O’Dumbo acting so defensive? Why did O’Dumbo, automatically, assume that president Bush had just pinned an ‘appeaser’ label on him? Why is O’Dumbo trying to deafen us with his incessant caterwauling? I’m smelling a classic case of ‘if the truth hurts, WHINE ABOUT IT’. Despite his convenient memory, he’s still the man who stated, on the record, in a televised debate, that he would meet, with no prior conditions, with America’s sworn enemies. O’Dumbo’s response in the debate means he would, unquestioningly give legitimacy to America hating scumbags like Mahmoud al-Gilligan, Kim Jong-Il, Castro the Sequel, Hugo "Skipper" Chavez and, presumably, Osama himself. That sounds like appeasement to us, how about you? For being a guilt-ridden, caterwauling cretin who hasn’t got the guts to own up to his prior statements...for whining about a perceived ‘attack’ where none exists...for being a gutless wonder whose instinctive response to anything is whining, Barack Hussein "Uncle Jemima" O’Dumbo is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Ahmed Rehab An Islamikaze named Ahmed Rehab - he’s the top Jihadikaze at the Windy City infestation of CAIR (Council on American-Islamic Relations) - is outraged by what just happened. He’s mad as hell and not going to take it anymore. If you missed the news, here are the essentials: a cadre of Illinois justice system officials, the Illinois Law Enforcement Alarm System (ILEAS), just resolved a very dangerous hostage situation. Apparently, some hostage-taking Jihadikazes barricaded themselves in a Hillsboro (Illinois) mosque and refused to cooperate. Eventually, the ILEAS forces stormed the building, prompting the intransigent Jihadikazes to release some nerve gas. After subduing the Jihadikazes, the ILEAS men released a hostage who was wired with explosives. What’s that? You haven’t heard this story and can’t find it anywhere in cyberspace? Cool your jets, shocked and dismayed Sparky, it’s only a training exercise. Training exercise or not, Ahmed his hopping mad:
The wrong message about Islam? Yeah, right. Wake up and smell the religion of peace coffee, Ahmed. No doubt, in your world, it was a wild-eyed Quaker who murdered filmmaker Theo van Gogh. In your alternative reality, it was rage-a-holic Methodists who hounded Ayaan Hirsi Ali with death threats when she dared to speak the truth about Islam during her stay in the United States. In the Twilight Zone where you live, it was rampaging Baptists who captured and beheaded Daniel Pearl. In your fevered brain, it’s enraged Unitarians who want to murder those Danish cartoonists. It can’t be one of your American Islamikaze asshats; who murdered his daughters in Mexas to preserve the family’s honor. Perish the thought! If a simple police exercise is all it takes to ruin Ahmed’s whole day, he’s too damn pathetic for words. For lacking the nads to face up to the dark side of his supernaturalism...for going gutless and girlie instead of owning up to, and trying to resolve, the dangers posed by Jihadikazes who are hiding within America’s peace-venerating Islamikazes...for being a caterwauling cretin who wants to blame anyone, everyone, for Mecca Mania’s inherent, liberty-nuking nature, Ahmed Rehab is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Ohio State Rep. Matt Barrett The rubber hit the road for this Buckeye State Elected Tormentor last October, while he was addressing a civics class at Norwalk High School. In theory, Meathead Matt was teaching the cess-school inmates how a bill becomes a law. To make his point crystal clear, he inserted a memory stick into the computer to bring up a pertinent image. That’s when his lecture hit a speed bump:
Determined to bury the incident, Meathead Matt - a Demoncrat, by the way - told House Minority Leader Joyce Beatty a whopper, blaming the incident on Meathead Matt’s teenage son. In the fullness of time, that sealed Meathead Matt’s fate because House Minority Leader Beatty repeated the baseless accusation against the teenage Barrett lad to the media. With that out of the way, Meathead Matt thought he had dodged potentially fatal, career ending, bullet by pointing the finger of blame at his son. I’m pleased to report that those pesky chickens came home to roost this week. Citing the lies Meathead Matt told her during the internal investigation, House Minority Leader, Beatty asked him to resign. Out of a job, and suitably disgraced, Meathead Matt might be the star attraction when he faces criminal charges stemming from this otherwise forgettable incident. What criminal charges? Did you pull a Meathead Matt and forget about that investigation that this blustering fool requested? We don’t know what the cops found on Meathead Matt’s laptop or that infamous memory stick, but it was enough to torpedo his political career. All the relevant justice system officials are willing to say about their findings is that, it’s legal fodder, but does not rise to the level of a felony. Felony, schmelony. All that matters is that it terminated this gutless guttersnipe’s political career. Meathead Matt is scum. He blamed his kid for something the kid didn’t do. He tried to save his political hide by throwing his son under the bus. We’re pleased as punch that it all blew up in Meathead Matt’s face. Determined to pile on, in our own humble way, the Politically Incorrect Gazette has named Meathead Matt Barrett Girlieman of the Week. [PIG thanks PIGster King for giving us a heads-up on this weasel.] Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Phoenix Mayor Phil Gordon Lost somewhere in the long shadow cast by Maricopa County Sheriff Joe Apraio, is Phoenix Mayor Phil Gordon. Mayor Phil is not amused by Sheriff Joe, Sheriff Joe’s notoriety, or anything else about PIG’s favorite lawman. In fact, Mayor Phil is determined to paint a justice system bull’s-eye on Sheriff Joe because Joe Arpaio is, systematically, cleaning out those known havens where border jumping scumbags lurk:
Sheriff Joe’s raids must be working, because he’s pissing off all those notorious Colonista coddling groups. At the same time, he’s getting covering fire from the U.S. Immigrations and Customs Enforcement officials who, coincidentally, were on hand when Sheriff Joe’s deputies arrested residents and immigrants in the town of Guadalupe. Their approval stands in stark contrast to Mayor Phil’s whine to the U. S. Department of Justice:
Sheriff Joe is almost as unimpressed with this spineless political hack guttersnipe as we are, here in the Free State of PIG:
If Mayor Phil thinks Sheriff Joe is exceeding his authority, why doesn’t he attack him directly? Why doesn’t he use the local justice system to hang this stinker on Sheriff Joe? Why? Because Mayor Phil Gordon is a craven coward who hasn’t got the guts to fight his own battles. For lacking the BALLS to be a MAN about his battle with Sheriff Joe, Phoenix Mayor Phil Gordon is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Jay Leno Some of you - you know who you are - probably think that this award, should go to the bun-ranger, openly gay writer Jeff Whitty, who happened to be in Jay’s audience. I get that, but he was already ‘girlie’, and thus unqualified for this PIGish abuse. Jay Leno, on the other hand, is - or was - certifiably MALE and thus suitable for the forthcoming bitch-slap. This panty-twisting foolishness reached critical mass during the Tonight Show, while Jay was interviewing a thespian named Ryan Phillippe:
Politically Incorrect? Yup. Roll in the aisle funny? Not really. A nifty boob tube moment? Yup. A full frontal assault on bun rangers that merits an apology? Not no, but hell no. Unhappily, little Jeffrey and his wadded panties carried the day. After he whined on his blog, little Jeffrey got support from GLAAD which caterwauled:
A MAN, one with all the regulation gear, would shrug it off. A PIGster would chide "Grow a pair and get over it." Our very own Hambo would give these whining asshats a one-finger salute and bellow "BITE ME". Jay beat a hasty retreat and apologized. Jay is one of our favorites here in the Free State of PIG, but he stepped in it by apologizing. That’s why he’s the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Barack "Uncle Jemima" O’Dumbo Your eyes are not deceiving you, Sparky, and this isn’t a re-run of last week’s Girlieman Award. We’ve had repeat winners, in bygone days, and we’ve been known to hold someone over for a second week in the PIGish bull’s-eye. But, as far as we can tell, this is the first time when one individual was named two weeks in a row for (slightly) different reasons. Yes, O’Dumbo is still being bitch-slapped for whining piteously. However...After the way O’Dumbo just took his caterwauling to record-setting, mind-numbing levels, we are compelled to make him our Girlieman for the second consecutive week. This week, during his long-winded, self-serving, inescapable whine about racism, he sank to new depths. In the process, O’Dumbo demonstrated his utter and complete unsuitability for the office he seems destined to win. To win that coveted Oval Office prize, he threw his grandmother under the bus by, tacitly, calling her a racist. According to one columnist, Barack changed the story, making her alleged racism more egregious, during his speech, a fact that flies in the face of the story he told about his grandmother in a book about him. In the tome, he reported that she was ‘afraid of a certain black man who had physically accosted her’. In his speech, Barack vilified granny by making it sound like she got the ‘there’s a black man’ shakes when she simply passed a Melanin-Enriched male on the street. Barack, you rat bastard, that’s no way to thank a woman who worked her fingers to the bone to get you were you are today. Far from finished, O’Dumbo threw his pastor, Jeremiah Wright, under the bus. He threw whitey under the bus. He even threw his Melanin-Enriched home boys and girls under the bus. By the time he finished with his bloviating, Barack O’Dumbo had sent out the word, far and wide: "Everyone, from sea to shining sea is a racist, except me. Vote early, vote often, vote O’Dumbo." For boldly, publically, proving how egregiously we underestimated him, last week...for showing the world how utterly and completely spineless he is...for his smugly self-righteous race pandering, this putrid pile of political punk crap, Barack "Uncle Jemima" O’Dumbo, is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week, for the second week in a row. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Barack O’Dumbo Somebody needs to bitch-slap some sense into Barack O’Dumbo. Somebody needs to sit him down and explain that the job he’s trying to get is "Commander-In-Chief", not "Whiner-In-Chief". That last damn thing we need in the Oval Office is a cringing cretin with his finger on the nuclear button, who starts blubbering every damn time somebody frowns at him. Here are a few of his outbursts:
Let’s get real. O’Dumbo’s middle name is "Hussein". O’Dumbo did look asinine in that Uncle Jemima rig. Calyspo Louie, a racist, did endorse him. Some of O’Dumbo’s Windy City chums are deep-pocketed scumbags. The Jihadikazes know that Barack hasn’t got the spine to wage a war on terror, or anything else. Finally, O’Dumbo might be a spellbinder when it comes to his empty prose, but his front-runner status is due to the fact that he’s Melanin-Enriched. This last fact means the Korrectnik News Nitwits are afraid to challenge him on his policies. It also means that guilt-ridden lefty oppressors will vote for him, and so will the teeming, steeped in victimhood, Melanin-Enriched masses. For his relentless caterwauling...for lacking the nads to man up and realize that politics is a blood sport...for getting on my last raw nerve, Barack Hussein "Uncle Jemima" O’Dumbo is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Messiah Al Gore Despite a spate of recent reports that put his Global Warming Gospel into question, Messiah Al Gore has been curiously silent. Somehow, he has managed to tune out reports such as this one from the Daily Tech blog:
Admittedly, one harsh winter does not an ice age make. I get that, but after the way Messiah Al deliberately lied about the ‘established Global Warming science’, you’d think that he’d have the stones to man up and face these reports, personally, publically. He made this ‘the sky is falling' bed with his award-winning whopperthon. Now, when some hard science - those pesky facts - tell a somewhat different story, Messiah Al is cowering in the Fat Cave. Since he’s lost his voice...since he’s hiding from the truth...since he’s refusing to act like a man about these new inconvenient truths...Messiah Al Gore is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Rolando Rodriquez If you have any doubts that Mecca Maniacs are egregiously humor-challenged, get over it. If you’re hanging tough, consider the plight of a Wal-Mark cash register wrangler in Wal-Mart’s Riverdale (Utah) outpost of capitalism. The frivolity began when a Mecca Maniac (alleged) female showed up wearing ‘a full face veil’. Channeling that inner PIGster that lurks in everyone, the clerk joked "Please don’t stick me up." Silly? Yup. Inkorrect? You bet? Offensive? Not really, but those punks at CAIR were shocked, dismayed and outraged:
For lacking a sense of humor...for letting the CAIR punks advance their Jihadikaze agenda at America’s expense...for being a gutless guttersnipe of the most noxious sort, a nadless, punk named Rolando Rodriquez is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Beserkeley Mayor Tom Bates As much as I hate the crap that Beserkeley’s peace punk lefties are perpetrating on our brave men and women in uniform, there’s something I hate even more. What is it? A weasel who takes a strong stand, climbs out on that limb and bellows to the world that "I’m a peacepunk asshat" then scurries for cover when that bull crap flies back to smack him on the face. Welcome to the yellow-bellied scumbag world infested by a reeking piece of peace punk crap, Beserkeley Mayor Tom Bates. He was full of himself and ‘it’ when the Beserekely City Council voted to fire off a letter to the U.S. Marines telling them that, among other things, they were unwanted, unwelcome, intruders in Beserkeley. He had no problem at all with giving the Code Pink peace skanks a parking place in front of the U.S. Marine recruiting station on Shattuck Avenue. He had no qualms at all about having Beserkeley cops stand around and do nothing while the putrid Code Pink cunts staged protests at the recruiting station. He had no problem with any of it, until the bull shit hit the damn fan: * Spearheaded by Senator Jim DeMint, 6 United States senators ginned up a painful response that would, if enacted, snuff out $2.3 million in federal funding headed Beserkeley’s way. Instead of paying for schools, water ferries and police communications gear, the funds would be sent to the United States Marine Corps. * Closer to home, Mexifornia Assemblyman, Guy Houston, has his own idea for some coffers nuking payback. "What we're doing is we're announcing a bill that we intend to get on the floor to strip transportation from the city of Berkeley. What they have done in Berkeley is they have set aside a parking spot and in my opinion a public right of way, a public transportation corridor, specifically for a private organization -- in this case Code Pink -- to harass and annoy the United States Marine Corps and their recruiting efforts. We think that playing around and having an agenda with the public right of way is subject to ramifications. There is $2.3 million in proposition 1B transportation dollars. We think that should be in jeopardy." Did this threat - a toothless one, given certain legislative realities at the state and national level - find its mark? You be the judge:
This turd pretending to be human is beneath contempt. As much as I hate this retired U.S. Army captain’s peace punk antics, I would give him a pass, if he had some nads about it. I would hate his actions, but grudgingly give him credit for being a man by taking a tough stand and sticking to it. That takes a regulation set of nads, something this asshole lacks. He goes gutless and furtive at the first sign of trouble, no matter how unlikely it is to hit home. For lacking the balls to stay the course...for piling on against his brothers and sisters in uniform because the howling peace puke mob made him wet himself...for being a stinking stain on humanity’s skivvies, Beserkeley Mayor Tom Bates is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Caltrans Punk Pedro Orso-Delgado Devoted PIG News readers will remember our recent item about the San Diego Minutemen chapter joining the state’s "Adopt-A- Highway" program. You'll recall that Adopt-A-Highway is a program which lets a group become responsible for picking up litter along a given stretch of highway, in exchange for signs saluting their public spirit. When the San Diego Minutemen volunteered, a thorough investigation showed that they passed muster on the prevailing criteria which ban entities that advocate violence, violation of the law, or discrimination based upon race, religion, color, national origin, ancestry" and other factors. With that out of the way, they were granted their stretch of highway to keep clean. The fun hit high gear when the San Diego Minutemen were allowed to adopt the two miles of Interstate 5 that includes the U. S. Border Patrol Checkpoint near San Clemente. I’m guessing that the blowback on that luck of the draw was memorable, because this Caltrans punk, district director Pedro Orso-Delgado, has blinked. Citing "a significant safety risk", Pedro the punk has yanked the San Diego Minutemen off that the border jumper superhighway:
Gutless to the core, Pedro the punk has, temporarily, given the San Diego Minutemen another - much less controversial - stretch of highway, State Route 52 in San Diego. That could end aburptly, if the Colonistas who have custody of Pedro’s nads can give him some reality-challenged dirt on the San Diego Minutemen. That’s a virtual done deal, unfortunately. For being such an obvious Colonista toady...for being a gutless wonder who makes Neville Chamberlain seem like a tower of strength, Pedro "The Punk" Orso-Delgado is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. [PIG thanks Gunny Jeff for giving us a head's up on this one.] Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Barry "Mr. Steroid" Bonds Porcus’ favorite steroid punk, Barry Bonds, is doing what comes naturally, by trying to dodge any accountability for his own actions. Having eluded a MLB slapdown, and ducked any meaningful retribution for his steroid punk antics, Barry tripped over his tongue while testifying before a federal grand jury in December 2003. As a result, the feds are trying to bag, tag, and shag Barry on perjury charges. Will Barry finally man up and take responsibility for his own actions? You know better, tragically deluded Sparky. Barry is doing his usual tap dance around the truth, trying for a ‘missed me again’ trifecta. How, you ask, is Barry trying to duck this one? He’s claiming that the charges against him are much too vague. The feds are deliberately trying to confuse poor Barry with these vague charges, making it next to impossible for him to keep his lies straight:
For lacking the spine to be a man...for being an utter and complete weasel...for his unrelenting caterwauling...for his ongoing failure to take any responsibility for his own action...for all these and numerous other reasons, Barry "Why Does Porcus Hate Me?" Bonds is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: President George W. Bush W started his trip to the Middle East by stabbing our most steadfast ally in the region - Israel - in the back with a ‘peace plan’ that makes their survival as a nation a longshot. Doing everything in his power to appease the unappeasable Jihadikaze asshats who call themselves ‘Palestinians’, Bush II insisted that Israel commit national suicide by returning to those indefensible pre 1967 borders. With his legacy on the fast track, he went to visit the Sandbox Punks who have, somehow, seized control of the presidential nads. Ignoring the fact that the Sandbox is a prime mover in this world-spanning Jihadikaze assault on liberty, W humiliated himself, and this nation, by begging the Saudis to lower the price of oil. His plea was, reportedly, a waste of breath, but it didn’t need to be. Did he use the $20 billion dollar arms deal that he carried with him as a bargaining chip? Nope. Did he tell them that a refusal to lower oil prices would bring a renewed effort in the USA to develop all of its proven domestic reserves? Nope. Did he promise to fast track American energy independence to make Saudi oil expendable? Nope. Did he do one damn thing to let those Saudi rat bastards know that Uncle Sam was fed up with their bull crap? Nope. All W did on his Middle Eastern trip was to grovel, repeatedly, at the feet of the scumbags who are doing their best to destroy this nation conceived in liberty. That’s why W is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week. Girlieman of the Week Girlieman: Steve Orchard A Brit whiner, named Steve Orchard, got his panties in a wad over some politically-incorrect humor that was posted in a monthly publication named "Inside Time". The feature that helped launch this asshat involved some people writing into the publication to trade, jokes, concerns and stories, such as these: The list of jokes included: "Scientists have discovered a food that diminishes a woman's sex drive by 90 per cent. It's called a wedding cake." And "Why do men die before their wives? They want to." (Daily Mail) That’s all it took to put Stevie in a korrectnik snit: ‘...[Stevie is] a head of operations at the Prison Service, was not amused - and he instructed Inside Time not to trade such "sexist" jokes again. In a letter to the magazine's editors, the official, who works at Nottingham Prison, said he is not "fanatically 'PC' or lacking a sense of humour," but the jokes go too far. Mr Orchard insisted that some of the examples of gender prejudice would not have been acceptable if their target had been people with disabilities or those from a black or ethnic minority background. He added: "Similarly, I do not think they were acceptable in that they tended to reinforce negative and inaccurate stereotypical perceptions of women as unintelligent, overly talkative, nagging, deceptive and inferior." That’s right, PIGsters, "Inside Times" is a publication that is perpetrated by guests of the Brit graybar system and Stevie thinks the biggest problem these inmates have in life is rampant "sexism". Steve, dude, I’d tell you to grow a pair but I don’t think you’ve got it in you. The most we can hope for is getting you to pull your head out of your butt and hope that some fresh air will return you to a mental state that approximates sanity. For obvious reasons, this alleged ‘male’ is the Politically Incorrect Gazette’s Girlieman of the Week.
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