More Titles Only

I'm really digging this new format. It's like shorters only without all that having to read the drivel part. I mean, c'mon, all of our readers could prolly write both MM and FMM's parts at this point, right?

Pressing onward.

Libertarians under the skin:
Well, if you had really wanted them over your skin you'd have paid the fair market value to keep them as such. It's your own fault for letting them get under your skin in the first place.


Inflation: just say no:
Actually, if you switch the inflation and Libertarian bits of the last two titles, you get a damn sweet blog.


More on thimersol:
I can't believe how stupid/pandering HRC is! As if she really believes that... wait... what? McCain said it? Oh, well, that's ok, then. McCain doesn't mean any harm and is just trying to manipulate the parents of autistic children into voting for him. what's the biggie?


Chavismo Unleashed:
Have I told you lately how silly left leaning dictators are? I really feel the need to harp on this as so many people are running around, killing capitalists and such. give a rest, guys, Chavez ain't that great. I mean, he's definitely not HRC, but he' still pretty bad.

Madness is doing the same thing and expecting different results:
Alright, to be fair, this applies equally perfectly to both our blogs.

Memories of me:
Oh, dear lord, the last thing we need is Megaditz getting ideas about writing a memoir. It'd be 3 million pages long and contain detailed accounts of everything she's ever put in her mouth.

The excesses of ethanol:
Don't fret, my little chickadee (she used to say that every other blog post), all that ethanol that doesn't go into biofuel will make a crapload of cucumbertinis

Spelling counts:
Liar.

Social security really is in trouble:
Thanks for clearing that up , Megan. I really am grateful.


A fair trade (index):
Megan, you're not funny and neither are the people to whom you link.


Your primary live blogging:
Sweet Jesus, woman, you really think people want to be subjected to this again? you can barely can't put out a coherent thought when you've got some time to prepare. What makes you think anyone wants to hear what you come up with off the cuff? Maybe she'll drink enough AynRandtinis to pass out, and we'll be spared.

Titles Only

Monday recipe-blogging: Vegan brunch:
OMG! I can't wait to see what Megan ate yesterday! This is so exciting!

Why ask why?
Because we're terribly confused. We ask "why?" because we frantically need to be told why on earth this freak of nature was given a podium. Without an adequate explanation, our faith in the rightness of the universe is rapidly unraveling. We ask "why?" because the essence of our very beings, our certainty that all life is sacred, hangs in the balance. We ask "why?" because this vile woman's place of moderate influence in the blogosphere threatens our souls.

The sleep of death
Makes sense that she'd title a post about a deadly form of insomnia "the sleep of death" but only because she's retarded and you expect retarded people to do retarded things.

Good news
Meganlomaniac stopped blogging?

Cognitive Dissonance
Do I go with a joke about how obviously Megan suffers from this herself, or about how the post provides an example of something that is not at all cognitive dissonance? Decisions decisions.

Doing your own thing: The McDiavlog:
Megan also invented the internet.

Spanking kills . . . your soul
For once, she's dead on. Thinking of Megan and spanking does kill my soul.

Those crazy Belgians
Hi readers! I don't know anything about Belgium, just like you! Aren't you glad we shared this moment?

We're not safe, but at least we're broke!
Don't worry, we can just withdraw from our trust funds! Everyone has them!

On approval
Megan desperately needs some. If you like excessively tall, colorblind, gigantic eared women flexible enough to insert their scalp into their rectum, please drop Megan a line.

New Rule: Titles only

What with my resolve waning as our devil tongued mistress's output waxes, I'm down shifting. From now on, I'm recounting the idiocy that appears inside of her titles only.

Well, that's prolly a lie. I mean, if I read the titles, I'll likely be sucked into the train wreck just below them. In the words of the drug dealer in "Go" "There it is, just sitting there, waiting to suck ... I hate it, but I can't stop reading it." But this should be fun anyway

First up:
In which I try to write an article without mentioning Evita or the Tango:

Wow, I guess McMegan figures that after she was blatantly racists against blacks she has to be more careful with which stereotypes she throws about. Hehehe, all I know about a country of, what, like 60 million people is that Madonna made a movie about them and they have this really cool dance. I love that she calls it "the Tango" too. Is that her Lettermen impression? Is she like, imagining herself on late night TV in Buenos Aires saying "you kids today, do you like the Tango?" It's a fucking type of music, McAddled. It's also a TYPE of dance and not A dance. It doesn't not belong with a definitive article.

I see that while I was writing this the titles Your housing news for the day and No unions for the unions have popped up. Let's just say to the former, that nothing McArduous says is ever, even remotley, news and to the latter, a plain ole "wtf?"

Wow, that was so much less exhausting.