Love it. If ever there was a rightwing pundit who was tailor-made for slapstick pratfalls, that man is Jonah Goldberg. Everything about him says “hapless buffoon.” The Cheetos are a nice touch, but my favorite is the upside down mask, lmao.
Writing parody or satire about Goldberg is a great challenge, if for no other reason than he's already a walking caricature of himself. I suspect he's already injured himself several times in several different ways trying to put on a face mask.
"Went to war" is a bit of a stretch I think . He was a lawyer. He was openly super insecure about leaving the old lady alone. Shit like that.
I guess we could research it but I would hate for either of us to waste our Beautiful Minds. I'm comfortable labeling him an asshole from vague memories and his proximity to Pantload.
David French is the kind of the guy who'd walk into a chastity belt shop, select a model he liked, and then ask the clerk "My wife is the exact same size as me, do you think this would fit her?"
There are so many Doughy Pantsload despicable moments, culminating in “Liberal Fascism” but for me the defining DP essay was the one defending his sneaking into a Maine campground without paying because government tyranny, blah blah blah. The bonus pseudoconservative cage match in all this is Tucker dissing DP and Hayes for supporting the Iraq war. The ability for these assholes to pivot on a dime over any sacred Republican accomplishment demands respect. Weaponized hypocrisy is their ultimate attack on truth, justice and the American way of making even the most meager attempt to deal with the sorrows created by our dark history.
I like to believe that the liberals Prince Flatulence calls fascists are the OG 18th century capitalist liberals from which the current parasitic capitalist corrupters of the nation are directly descended. If I’m right about that, then I must agree with Jonah — while, of course, holding my nose.
Just as an unconscious JG ascends upon a row of platters held aloft, a long, stertorious ripple of flatulence cascades across the room, like dozens of playing cards taped into bicycle spokes, were those cards slathered in Crisco, and the bikes pedalled with slow gravitas into a driving autumnal rain...
Trés swell. Very trés. When he banged his shin on the coffee table and I realized it was going to be high slapstick my brain made a happy face inside my head. Goldberg's "ideas" are like slipshod pratfalls so how else could Goldberg present them to the NY Times? That conservatism "has to be experienced viscerally" was the cherry on top. In fact I’d say this makes the metaphor perfect.
I'm thinking early Seth Rogan or John Goodman, but they'd probably make him too likeable. Maybe Nick Nolte in his mugshot persona?
Look, for the sake of democracy and for the health of our two-party system, it's important that we have strong, principled Republicans and a strong Republican party that is free of the evil influence of Donald Trump.
And every last one of these motherfuckers needs to have an opinion column in the New York Times. For America.
It looks like the current regime on the editorial side is avoiding the more extreme conservatives. They are, however, somewhat more prominent on the news side.
Wow -- and they say physical comedy is dead
"No, it just smells that way."
Subtle.
Love it. If ever there was a rightwing pundit who was tailor-made for slapstick pratfalls, that man is Jonah Goldberg. Everything about him says “hapless buffoon.” The Cheetos are a nice touch, but my favorite is the upside down mask, lmao.
Jonah's Meet-And-Defeat At The New York Times, Act I Scene II: Oh Jonah Boy, The Farts The Farts Come Calling
LOL. From office to office, and down the building’s side.
Oh geez. Once again, I really must read the other comments first.
Great minds think alike, lmao. And honestly, the guy might as well wear a t-shirt that says “clown” with an arrow pointing upwards.
Or "I'm With Stupid".
No, no, no, ha ha, if the lady can stand then certainly I can stand up, see —
Sexist ti the stinkin' end.
Writing parody or satire about Goldberg is a great challenge, if for no other reason than he's already a walking caricature of himself. I suspect he's already injured himself several times in several different ways trying to put on a face mask.
I always wondered if that was some kind of metaphor then, a few years back I saw a picture of Jonah and Frenchy at some soiree'
and realized Goldberg looked like someone who farts a lot. A lotta lot.
French looks like someone who'd buy his wife a chastity belt.
Isn't French the guy who went to war and made his wife promise not to talk to any other men, and she agreed?
"Went to war" is a bit of a stretch I think . He was a lawyer. He was openly super insecure about leaving the old lady alone. Shit like that.
I guess we could research it but I would hate for either of us to waste our Beautiful Minds. I'm comfortable labeling him an asshole from vague memories and his proximity to Pantload.
Plus his run for president.
I always say "combat attorney"
yeah, he got mad that she talked to her male priest
See first update, here: https://alicublog.blogspot.com/2016/05/pardon-my-french.html
David French is the kind of the guy who'd walk into a chastity belt shop, select a model he liked, and then ask the clerk "My wife is the exact same size as me, do you think this would fit her?"
"A peculiar noise has been rising, irregularly, like a distant motorboat, only slower."
It's amazing how literate this is considering
it's about the remarkable flatus of a legacy hire right wing pundit!
There are so many Doughy Pantsload despicable moments, culminating in “Liberal Fascism” but for me the defining DP essay was the one defending his sneaking into a Maine campground without paying because government tyranny, blah blah blah. The bonus pseudoconservative cage match in all this is Tucker dissing DP and Hayes for supporting the Iraq war. The ability for these assholes to pivot on a dime over any sacred Republican accomplishment demands respect. Weaponized hypocrisy is their ultimate attack on truth, justice and the American way of making even the most meager attempt to deal with the sorrows created by our dark history.
I like to believe that the liberals Prince Flatulence calls fascists are the OG 18th century capitalist liberals from which the current parasitic capitalist corrupters of the nation are directly descended. If I’m right about that, then I must agree with Jonah — while, of course, holding my nose.
Have we not ALWAYS been at war with East Anglia?
Roy's love (or whatever) for Jonah is so pure and persistent.
I laughed, then cried when I realized they'll hire him anyway.
They can deal with the smell by telling him they're still on remote work long after everyone else has come back to the office.
Roy writes physical comedy as masterfully as the Marx Brothers performed it. Aces.
Adding: I do NOT want to see the Doughy Pantload’s interpretation of the stateroom scene from A Night at the Opera.
Just as an unconscious JG ascends upon a row of platters held aloft, a long, stertorious ripple of flatulence cascades across the room, like dozens of playing cards taped into bicycle spokes, were those cards slathered in Crisco, and the bikes pedalled with slow gravitas into a driving autumnal rain...
[FFAAaaaARRRrrtt]
“Make that three hard boiled eggs.”
Doesn’t Lucianne still come along to these meetings to make sure nobody is mean to her little boy?
Trés swell. Very trés. When he banged his shin on the coffee table and I realized it was going to be high slapstick my brain made a happy face inside my head. Goldberg's "ideas" are like slipshod pratfalls so how else could Goldberg present them to the NY Times? That conservatism "has to be experienced viscerally" was the cherry on top. In fact I’d say this makes the metaphor perfect.
I'm thinking early Seth Rogan or John Goodman, but they'd probably make him too likeable. Maybe Nick Nolte in his mugshot persona?
Jonah Hill could handle it.
Good one! The Cheetos were the true star of the skit! LOL
Best performance in a supporting role by a snack food.
everything here is perfect. i love how roy has JG slip in that right-wing trope, 'you know it's not your fault'.
Look, for the sake of democracy and for the health of our two-party system, it's important that we have strong, principled Republicans and a strong Republican party that is free of the evil influence of Donald Trump.
And every last one of these motherfuckers needs to have an opinion column in the New York Times. For America.
It looks like the current regime on the editorial side is avoiding the more extreme conservatives. They are, however, somewhat more prominent on the news side.
Oh for farts' sake!