Title: “Revolt!: How to Defeat Obama and Repeal His Socialist Programs”

Authors: Dick Morris and Eileen McGann

Rank: 41

Blurb: “Dick Morris served as Bill Clinton’s political consultant for twenty years.”

Review: “I received my larger than expected box of cd’s for REVOLT. 9 disks. It is really easy to listen while driving or sitting at my computer. My mom listens to hers in her stereo so it broadcasts across the house while she works.”

Customers Also Bought: “How Obama Embraces Islam’s Sharia Agenda”, by Andrew C. McCarthy

Footnote: Manson was an amateur.

Revolt! [Amazon]

Buy or Die [Stinque@Amazon kickback link]


Sedition by any other name would smell as bad as Dick’s hooker’s feet.

Another conservabook that will be bought in bulk by AEI and the Hudson Institute. Deep Thoughts!

Andrew McCarthy from Weekend at Bernies and St. Elmo’s Fire is now writing anti-Obama screeds?

FYI: in Madison to observe for a few hours. Will report more later.

@SFL: He writes for National Review. So, writing about dead people to keep up a facade of normalcy when everything is terribly wrong? Yeah — same guy.

I can see the awful horrors
Lead by a non white Kenyan man
I’ll be where the assholes are
lying’ faster and faster
Gonna be your man in motion
All I need is some cash from Kochs
Take me where my time is writin’
B Obama’s Fire

But no, different McCarthy.

@ManchuCandidate: This is the Dick Morris of toe-sucking fame? Ugh.

Dear FlyingChainSaw,

If you have the time, please devise a horrible death scenario for Mr. Morris, possibly the most loathsome creature to ever walk the planet.

If you would rather not have to even think about the man, I’ll understand.

Thank you, LL

@lynnlightfoot: Second the motion! Please, please, please.

@lynnlightfoot: Where is the Chainsaw bat-phone/spotlight??

@lynnlightfoot: How about professional hookers refusing to accept Mr Morris’ custom, forcing him to solicit homeless crack addicts in Baltimore to satisfy his podophilic fixation, cruising the streets in a rental car in the pre-dawn hours and parking with them in rubbled vacant lots where he savagely laps the toe jam from their crusted feet until, one day, a dazed cockroach leaps from a wound in one of his paramour’s feet and lodges in his throat whence he dies from asphyxiation, after which crowds of homeless meth addicts assemble to drag him out of the car, strip his body of valuables and shit on his face.

Like that?

@FlyingChainSaw: Very inventive–you are the master–but I fear you are too merciful. Indeed, I’m afraid he might enjoy himself. Could we get one with more pain and suffering? Perhaps nail guns could be involved? Thanks, you’re the best.

@FlyingChainSaw: That’s way too mellow, sunshine. I agree with Mistress Cynica, we need nail guns as an instrument. And other explosives and rodents, as you see fit.


@Mistress Cynica: @SanFranLefty: Well, you know, I try to work within an aesthetic conceit that draws from the subject’s own history. What is an ironic end or event for one scumball is not resonant to another. However, I can imagine Morris being held at gunpoint while assailants saw off his own feet and order him to eat them.

How’s that?

@FlyingChainSaw: Many thanks! Most kind of you. I like both your original and the amended one after input from Mistress Cynica and SanFranLefty.

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