More Clueless Leftards*

Tbogg links to Frank J’s wedding, especially the cake, and after describing the groom as “the painfully unfunny host of the equally painfully unfunny IMAO who writes in a painfully unfunny manner for his painfully unfunny readers,” (Heads up, Frank! TBogg doesn’t think you’re funny.) he shows the weddding groom’s cake (heh) and says “Words fail me.”

TBogg’s loyal minions begin an orgasm of snark.

TBogg, I can only describe you as “painfully clueless.” I am trying to think of a wedding gift that Frank and Sarah would have enjoyed more than the sight of painfully clueless Leftards insulting them on their wedding day and losing their ability to speak at the mere sight of that cake. In a way I hate to clue you in TBogg; this is such a “there is no Santa Claus” moment … But, TBogg, I’ll tell you why Frank and Sarah selected that cake — to elicit exactly that reaction from painfully clueless Progressives like you. It’s perfect. The cake? That was for you. Just for you to piss your pants over. Thanks for playing. Really well done. Better than my dog fetches a stick, TBogg.

You probably could have charged for you services. “Minister, check. … DJ, check. … Photographer, check. … Speechless Leftie blogger replete with snarky commenters, check.”

How about “painfully predictable?” Leftards* - providing the entertainment displaying their nastiness at the same time.

* Update: Sorry, I should not have said “Leftards.” I meant to say “Progressives — who are actually lovely, caring, peaceable people but whose righteous and understandable indignation at Bush’s illegal immoral war occasionally cause them to piss all over complete strangers’ weddings.”