Game On, Fascist Fat Man

The chattering lefties are invoking Ted Kennedy’s legacy as a justification for Obamacare. So, respect for the family is out the window. In listening to clips from the wall-to-wall broadcast hagiography, I wonder, did Ted ever address the Senate with his “inside voice”? All I’ve heard is the fat man bellowing like a walrus. As if vocal volume was a substitute for sound arguments.

But to get a true feel for the contempt this blowhard deserves, let’s listen to Roissy:

You, Big Fat Fuck Ted, are a genuine American Traitor, brazenly disloyal to the American people while blindingly loyal to your twisted, fetid equalist ideology, and who should be thankful a blessed cancer ate your brain to mush instead of a hangman’s noose breaking your neck in the public square.

Not any more of a logical argument than what Ted offered the Senate, but perhaps it reminds us that for every legislative gift Ted bestowed on an ally, he crushed someone’s dreams.

I really enjoy the image of Snoopy doing the happy dance on Kennedy’s grave. I should look for a picture of Calvin pissing on it, too.