On a recent Jay Leno episode, Chris Matthews was taken away in a straight jacket after continuing to rage about Obama’s performance.
If you haven’t seen this clip yet, it’s worth the 30 seconds:
Chris Matthew’s real life meltdown can still be seen HERE.
Allen West ascribed an even earlier Chris Matthew’s meltdown to him getting “off his meds.”
After justifiably getting beat up by many of our loyal subscribers over posting the Paul Ryan “lip reading video,” we’ve taken it down.
The video that was originally posted featured a “video-shopped” Paul Ryan saying a number of sometimes humorous things. As one subscriber noted, however, it also included some profane stuff that we had not caught originally, so we took it down.
What we found interesting (and disturbing) was how it was exceptionally difficult for the average viewer to see that Ryan was not actually saying what the video creators had dubbed in. In other words, seeing isn’t necessarily believing.
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We’ve left the next video up but, if you are overly sensitive about your candidate, please don’t watch it.
It’s a recent production that matches up the GOP primary candidates in a “Mortal Kombat” type mock up:
How many filthy lies can one Re-“smug”-lican stuff into a meatball sandwich covered in the frothy white racist sauce of the wealthiest 1%? I’ll tell you, because I’m a professor of economics.
Mathematically speaking, when you sat and listened to Paul Ryan give his speech at the Republican National Hate-fest, you actually heard the sound of a weasel strangling a newborn kitten.
Halliburton.
Last week, I heard from a friend who swears that he saw Paul Ryan stab a panda bear in the eye with a rusty compass. Mitt Romney watched and laughed while counting stacks of his secret money he’s hiding in the Death Star. There, I said it.
Blood for oil. Social darwinism.
These spineless luddites refuse to play by the rules. They hate the facts. It’s all about playing hide and seek on the backs of the poor, sick and elderly. Literally and figuratively. And ontologically, which is a word you may not understand, but I do.
The truth means nothing to them. But it means everything to me.
I am a slave to the truth. Truth is my master, and I am in bondage to it. Truth whips me at night. The whip is heated by all the smelly carbon in the atmosphere. Sometimes I cry.
Read more from this comic relief HERE.