Showing posts with label The Jebster. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Jebster. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Monday, November 2, 2015

Life Must Suck For The Jebster These Days

 But The Jebster Is Poised For Triumphant Comeback
....Really..... Any Moment Now. 

Life sure sucks recently if your Jeb Bush. But it also sucks if you work on Jeb’s flailing presidential campaign, a term we are using very loosely at this point. If you’re part of the Iowa ground game, you are spending 37 hours a day driving all over the state to cover your “region” because Team Jeb is bad at maps. If you are Jeb’s graphic designer, you gotta explain how the fuck Jeb’s hand turned black while doing a Bush-league job photoshopping him onto a brilliantly fake blue Iowa river. And if you are Bush campaign communications director Tim Miller, you have to say stuff like this:

Bush is gonna make a comeback — you’ll see! — with his rebooted campaign. And then his numbers won’t be stuck in the literal toilet like a common just-barely-top-tier candidate. Jeb’s born-again campaign is like the old one, except more pathetic because now we know for a fact he isn’t the smart one.

But Jeb Can Fix It Good, it’s not too late, he can do president too, Daddy, he can, HE CAN! He has a fresh new slogan, his boy-vag is all rejuvenated and vajazzled, and — as he demonstrated during a weekend chit-chat with Mark Halperin — he’s a leaner, meaner tougher tough-talking take-no-shit GRRRRRRR JEB BUSH!:

Good god, man. Have you not watched Donald Trump strut around the country, guaranteeing he’s gonna make America Great Again, gonna hit her right in the G-spot, ooooh yeah, baby? Can you even fake a tattered shred of confidence?
HALPERIN: Just talk about your resilience, because some people think you don’t know how to fight.
BUSH: They don’t know me. They don’t know me. I eat nails when I wake up, then I have breakfast.
OK, then, obviously not.

Jees Jeb. Pull yourself together. You’re pathetic. You’re tragic. We can barely bring ourselves  to mock you because that’s how freakin' sad you are. Obviously, we will continue to do so anyway, but we will feel a little bad about it until you make it stop. Which you should do pretty much now, for your own good.

Cause when ya behind Bobby Jindal in the polls, it's time to throw in the towel big fella!


Tuesday, October 27, 2015

The Jebster Baffled By Zippers, Magnets..... Life Itself

This awkward moment was not captured by some devious macaca liberal with an iThingy, smeared across the interwebs to humiliate the Jebster who apparently does not possess functioning opposable thumbs.

Oh no. This clip of #JebNoFilter is from the Jeb! YouTube page, apparently because Jeb or the social media moron on his team — probably the same one whose Photoshop skills need ALL the work, unless Jeb’s hand was supposed to look black, figured this candid moment of Jeb not knowing how to put on a freakin' sweatshirt would ......we don’t even know what they figured, honestly. Making fun of Jeb is starting to feel mean. Like kicking a three-legged puppy or something. So please, Jeb, for the love of whatever “really cool things” you hold dear, just stop it already.  Put yourself out of your own misery, and put us out of your misery too, because watching you fail harder than the average Bush is so excruciating, we almost cannot bring ourselves to mock you for it anymore. Almost.

Monday, June 15, 2015

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

It Happened One Night......

MIDLAND TX 1952. She was a young mother out for a few drinks with the girls at the country club.
He was a virile and shirtless busboy out behind the clubhouse, washing his tubs.
She’d gone there to throw up.   He held her hair…...