Friday, August 28, 2015

The Australian Government Is about to Commit a Heinous Act

As usual, I wholeheartedly agree with Morrissey, and I am so sickened now. See below. From the truly excellent Morrissey site,

Morrissey and Australia

Morrissey is aware that the Australian government has decided to kill 2 million street/feral cats. Morrissey has commented:

"We all know that the idiots rule the Earth, but this is taking idiocy just too far. The cats (who keep the rodent population under control) will be killed in a ferocious manner, using Compound 10/80, which is a gut-wrenching poison of the most unimaginable and lengthy horror. The people of Australia would never agree to this - but of course they will not be consulted, because the Australian government as ruled by Tony Abbott is essentially a committee of sheep-farmers who have zero concerns about animal welfare or animal respect. The cats are, in fact, 2 million smaller versions of Cecil The Lion. All I can say is ... come, come, nuclear bomb ... "

Pasadena, August 2015

Photograph above of Morrissey's cat by Sam Esty Rayner. The collar is not 'leather' (animal).

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Dentist Walter Palmer of MN is the BIGGEST CUNT EVER!

DISCLAIMER: This is Sarcastic Bastard's opinion ONLY (even though it is totally on-point as usual).

Here is a link to the whole wretched article:

From the article: "Researchers at Hwange National Park had fitted Cecil with a tracking collar but it appears the hunter removed the collar and attempted to destroy any evidence. 

An investigation is currently underway to find the hunter (found him! phone number below), who spent two days tracking the great beast after failing in his initial attempt to kill the lion. 

Cecil was one of the park's oldest lions and was well known for his striking looks and friendly nature. According to local legend, Cecil was kicked out of his pride and wandered alone until he met another lone lion called Jericho.

Cecil and Jericho both had a pride, comprised of six lionesses and several young cubs, situated in the park. 

With the death of Cecil, the future of the cubs are now thought to be at risk. The cubs could be killed if the pride is taken over by another male lion."

And here is Jolly Walt the Heap Big Hunter's office phone number, where you can call and voice your outrage and displeasure: (952)884-5361, as I certainly will.

And, finally, here is a photo of the carnage (Imbecile Walter is on the left of the other grinning imbecile):

I do NOT jest when I say that I wish Jolly Walt the Heap Big Hunter THE WORST kind of death. Cancer would be TOO GOOD for him. And may Cecil get to devour Idiot Walter's entrails unto eternity! FUCK YOU WALT!

With hatred, spite, and malice,

 Jolly SB & Cecil (who I sincerely wish had eaten you, Walt, you asshole)

Monday, June 29, 2015

My Cousin Chris and I Had the Most Retardational Drunken Fight in THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD over the Weekend (excerpt below)

SB: So, you mean you love unborn babies more than me?


SB: Let me get this straight--you love a fucking fetus more than me? I'm going home, goddammit!

A Conversation About Home Funerals and Cotton Balls

I've decided that if something happens to me before you go, I want a home funeral. You might have to shove some cotton balls or a tampon up my ass to prevent anal leakage though. It happens.


Look it up, asshole.