Let me be clear; nothing is being made glorious sun by anything around here. It's all discontent, baby.
See what I mean?

Here's a brief reminder, for those who may have forgotten, of why we think Rick Santorum is a dimwitted and dangerous monster.

I'm pleased to report on a growing movement to inject a new word into the english language. It is:

santorum: n. "the frothy mix of lube and fecal matter that is sometimes the byproduct of anal sex"

The movement is being spearheaded by gay advice columnist Dan Savage.

So do your part! The next time you're talking about anal-sex residue, be sure to call it by name -- SANTORUM!

And I had another thought, while I was writing about this dickweed. The philosophical rationale that Santorum (and others) like to hang their homophobic hats on is the notion that the Constitutional right to privacy doesn't exist. That would be very convenient for Santorum and his ilk, since the right to privacy is the only thing that stops them from outlawing not only gay sex, but also most types of straight sex, masturbation, pornography, abortion, contraception, and even things like the ability to pay with cash, and write an anonymous letter.

It seems to me that the real question isn't whether or not the Constitution contains a right to privacy, but rather if Santorum thinks it doesn't, why isn't he proposing an amendment to add one?

Santorum

This cyber-house of horrors is not to be missed. It's a collection of old recipe books and advertisements showcasing some of the most ghastly epicuriousities ever documented, along with color commentary from the archivist.


Perhaps a nice batch of Scones & Pepsodent in a Banana-Placenta sauce?

Gallery of Regrettable Food