Or the consistency of small minds. Your choice.
Mad Max\’s Nazi Sex Orgy.
My comment.
Then again, as PJ O’Rourke has pointed out, absolutely no one has ever fantasised about being tied up and ravished by a liberal.
He had a little of my sympathy for proving the truth of P J O’Rourke’s assertion that, “no one has ever had a fantasy about being tied to a bed and sexually ravished by someone dressed as a liberal”.
If we were in a generous mood, we could even decide to find the whole thing hugely comical, if a touch Benny Hill, and concede that P.J. O\’Rourke was right when he said: “No one has ever had a fantasy about being tied to a bed and sexually ravished by someone dressed as a liberal.”
They at least bothered to look the quote* up which must be why they\’re paid the big bucks, eh?
* It is also the most mindbogglingly obvious quote to use in the circumstances. I\’m actually a little surprised that Google News doesn\’t show more uses of it.
…and fools seldom differ
What about Nick Clegg’s 30 women, hmmm…?
Penetrating wee buggers, clegs. Google yields:-
“Horseflies, or ‘clegs’ as they’re called round here, are terrible things. Slightly bigger than house flies and looking like lumps of furry green mould with wings, they can sense an attractive-smelling human from miles away by homing in on carbon dioxide emissions in the same way that midges do. Once they’ve tracked you down, they fly round and round your head, buzzing into your ears and having a good old sniff around, looking for a nice juicy patch of exposed skin to attack. They might join their friends on the back of your pack, sunning themselves until your guard is down, but whatever their tactics they eventually get stuck in, and that’s when you really notice they’re there.
The clegs of Rannoch Moor are particularly fond of the soft underside of my forearms, just where the veins meet the elbow. When walking with sticks in humid weather, this is where the sweat collects and drips off, so the odd tickling sensation under the elbow is no surprise; the surprise is when it turns out to be a cleg, because when these buggers bite, it hurts. They really sink their teeth in, and unlike midges and mosquitoes, they don’t like to let go; I’ve brushed many a cleg off my arm only to find that it’s still happily attached and drinking my blood. Quite literally, clegs suck.”