After White House Press Secretary Robert Gibbs parodied Sarah Palin’s use of hand-notes, we parody both the hopeless Gibbs and a laughable legal assertion that has appeared on the White House’s Flickr page. Clicky on picture for super-sized Gibbsness goodness:
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We have no idea who’s behind El Paso Fake News, though we suspect it’s actually Roy Ortega blogging from his home in pajama bottoms and a workout bra, but the blogger has outdone his already-outdone-himself parody-within-a-satire by launching The El Paso Sun.
Mainstream Media covers the announcement here.
If it’s Saturday, it’s time to crank on one of the ultimate corrupt-o-crats in DC, Democrat Congressman Murtha. He of the Haditha “cold-blooded killers” Marines crap. They’re acquitted, and he’s not charged — tell me the guv’mint isn’t screwy!
So here’s a fun series of Demotivational Posters, created courtesy of the excellent software provided by Political Demotivation. If you’re not making your own from this free software, then what are you doing on a Saturday morning (besides drinking a beer, BBQ’ing and watching East Coast football games??
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Hillary scores big in El Paso. That’s not too surprising, given Hispanic love for the Clintonistas all along the Texas border with Mexico.
Dada’s Daily has exclusive video footage of the El Paso caucus.
Things are different elsewhere in the Lone Star State. At least in one Texas locale, Obama wins.
Expect Obama to take the cities, and Clinton to take (to) the hills and backwaters. Texas goes to Obama.
But the fun’s not over for Obama: stillnotaphase parodies Obama’s ex-favorite racist preacher.
Nor for Hillary: Check out this parody. I thought Mini-Me was reserved for Dr Evil.
Now, Taxes Texas is a major player on the presidential election scene. Today, Texans have a chance to sink the awful, scheming, ueber- connected Hillary and disinfect American against the odious Billary virus (corruptococcus malignus) that has afflicted America since 1992.
By praying at the Shrine of the Virgin de Chicago or by putting on lip balm and kissing the Arizona A**hole, voters can pick a wrong to make a preliminary right. From a political standpoint, that’s astute, right now and right here, in Texas, the greatest Republic God ever bestowed on America.
Today should be the end of Hillary-Billary-Bill, and that’s a good thing.
To pre-celebrate the outcome, we present three selections from our archives. Cover your eyes and clicky on each pic for vomit-inducing goodness.
First up, our would-be notorious Hillary World-Class Genius poster post. This was taken from a quote during Bill’s gin days on the campaign trail, before his handlers watered down his drinks and stopped inviting women to his after-parties.
Next up, we have the clearly-obvious comparison between Her Mafianess and a real movie Mafia don.
Finally, to complete our Hillary Triptych, we present our piece de resistance, Deliverance Hillary. This work was lauded by Guy de Michiflorida Delegate du Superb as a “telling, consciousness-inspiring representation of the mindset of a lawsuit-threatening, desperate campaign apparatchik intent on suborning the will of the voting people, in the manner of Soviet Russia, or the Democrat Party. Or, how a Redneck makes his or her political enemy squeal like a pig while being abused.”
Meanwhile, at the the time of this writing, Customs and Border Protection helicopters are flying near the homestead, low and fast up and down the Rio Grande Valley. They flit back and forth, like giant dragonflies. Must be a drug movement, to get that kind of attention. Politicians are campaigning in Austin and San Antonio, pondering the larger picture, and here, on the border, people are looking up at the helicopters and looking into the darkness across the border, and wondering when the drug loads will come and when the gunfire will spit rounds into their back yards. And they stand in their back yards drinking Tecate beer and they take the locks off their rifles and wonder who will burn rubber through the neighborhood tonight — the runners or the law?
So ASARCO got their air quality permit, thanks to the State of Taxes Texas.
An air quality permit is not the same as a politically-accurate permit asserting that the quality of air emitted by Texas bureaucrats is any finer than the sublime perfumes of the nearest stockyard.
It’s just a permit, and permits are permitted, by law and by the very nature of the word.
That’s the reality of how home-grown carpetbaggers roll in The Lone Stud State.
Thus, despite our potentially-choked lungs and could-be lead-laden watery eyes (or not), and surrounded by our devoted MS-afflicted offspring and our three-legged dogs, we are pushing through with a series of parodies. The first comes now, and why did ASARCO make it so easy for us?
Now here’s a world-class ASARCO original ™ ad, suitable for parody naked adulation. Note the dramatic effect of black-and-white postering, which is not to say it’s fascist in design, as there are no red spot color calls that would complete the Teutonic Triumvirate of black-white-red (often used by Nazis, South American political parties, Chicano farm workers movements and beret-wearing, scooter-riding, grandma-killing commie Guevaristas (which is the same as at least one Obama campaign worker). The designer could have just had a bad day. What with the bankruptcy and uncertainty over pay stubs, it’s possible ASARCO had to cull the bottom of the advertisorial barrel for a graphic artist who would work in exchange for stock futures. Which is not to say the Artist was a punk, except s/he could have been just a tad desperate. Or s/he could have been a corporate wonk alarmingly left alone with PowerPoint of a frantic afternoon, with a 5 p.m. deadline to fax ad thumbnails to Guadalupe or Rio de Right Wing, Argentina, or Hull, or Kosovo, or wherever ASARCO decides its off-shore corporate HQ is this week. (Click for full-sized badness):
And here’s our new ad, built during an all-nighter in between coughing jags, blood tests for lead poisoning at the ER, and furious phone consultations with both lead poisoning specialists at the Mayo Clinic and alcohol-poisoning specialists at Acetunas (click for full-sized goodness and click again for print-sized wonderfulness, if your so-called Internet browser supports that):
Later on, once we’ve exhausted all medical approaches to our health issues as well as creative approaches to parodying ASARCO, we’re going to explore other reasons for Mayor Crook’s Cook’s opposition to the re-opening of ASARCO. Can anyone say “land grab?”
Can anyone say, “FBI El Paso Corruption Investigation?” We knew you could.
Clicky for full-sized goodness of our latest Demotivational Poster:
UPDATE: Michelle Malkin wants inputs for a new Hillary campaign theme song. Sorry, 4 Borders Bundit is more visual than musical, so read the hilarious suggestions in the comments, too.
Recently, former President Bill Clinton touted his wife as a “world class genius.”
One wonders what a non-world class genius looks like.
Suitably Flip notes that the “world class genius” handed out Iowa caucus postcards with the wrong voting date on it.
And that’s where we come in.
With a tip of the hat to the brilliant American cultural references in the Real Men of Genius commercials, we present our first Hillary Clinton Real Women of Genius ad. Today’s target: whoever made up the Clinton Iowa Caucus Postcards.
Ms Iowa Caucus Postcard Maker
Politics Lite Presents: Real Women of Genius
     (Real Women of Genius)
Today we salute you, Ms Iowa-Caucus-Postcard-Maker
     (Ms Iowa-Caucus-Postcard-Maker)
You spent years in art school, and minored in Political Science and Women’s Studies
     (Gotta stick it to the Man!)
Breaking through the glass ceiling to become Art Director at the local copy shop.
     (Full-color and two-sided!)
When the opportunity came to make up a campaign postcard, you jumped on it like a Code Pink hero on a wounded soldier.
     (Hit F7 for spellcheck and print 10,000 copies!)
Too bad the copy shop still had that January 1987 calendar on the wall.
     (But I like the liberal themes in it!)
So crack open an ice-cold brewski, Gregorian genius. You know the way to conservatives’ hearts—by giving them more Red, White & Blue ammunition.
     (Ms Iowa-Caucus-Postcard-Maker)
You may remember Islamic Rage Boy from this post. The latest crazed-Muslim meme is now back, this time in the studio with Alvin and the Chipmunks. Hat tip: Little Green Footballs.