Sunday, March 26, 2017

An Utter Piece of Crap From the Once Great National Review

This is a massive, stinking pile of dogs squeeze. 

I really thought that NRO had hit rock bottom with the whole Mark Steyn thing. 


But voila: they managed to almost outdo themselves with this piece of fetid, verbal vomit.

This kind of preening, pretentious, supine and incoherent literary diarrhea is a big part of the mess that we are in right now.

So, I projectile vomit in your direction, NRO.