This picture of a clearly high hack named Bill Maher, who claims to be a political pundit but is actually a just a cock, is circulating on the Internet. As you can can see he’s wearing a Steve Irwin costume, and the smug expression of a degenerate Baby Boomer who’s finally found a way to shock young people that doesn’t involve soliciting them for sex on MySpace.

He’s a clever man.

He’s cleverly found a way to hurt the feelings of two young children who lost their father in a tragic accident. He’s cleverly found a way rub salt in the wound of a widow, to show the world how “edgy” he is. “Look at me, I’m the G.G. Allin of cable infotainment” this costume cries out. And like G.G., Bill Maher is raping unsuspecting bystanders for publicity.

The Irwin family’s pain, to this self-important celebrity ball licker, is nothing more than comedy gold. The tragic death of a beloved husband and father is fodder for crass publicity seeking of the kind usually engaged in by the Westboro Baptist hate cult, who share Maher’s sense of whimsy when it comes to desecrating the memory of the dead.

When Maher dies, which judging by his age and the quantities of alcohol and/or drugs he must ingest to make his head look like a sweaty bewigged turnip as it does in the above photo will be fairly soon, I think I’ll wear a Bill Maher costume. I’ll have white powder smeared under my nose, and wander around telling everyone how much more intelligent and hip I am than they are, except when I run into Ben Afflieck who I’ll ask to comment on important foreign policy issues. Then I’ll nod sagely in agreement even though everything Affleck will say will be retarded. Then I’ll praise his work in Phantoms.

Better yet I’m going to find a group of like minded people, and to celebrate Maher’s descent into Hell, where he’ll no doubt be seated between Ted Bundy and Phantoms, I’m going to gather together these like minded people to take dumps on Maher’s grave. It will be poetic justice, for just as Maher is shitting on on Steve Irwin’s grave in a metaphorical sense, we shall shit on Maher’s in a defiant act of protest.

I need one thousand volunteers, one thousand men and women who will stand, nay squat, with me to show these sheltered Hollywood whores that decent people have had enough! Who’s with me? Sign up and take part in the greatest protest to ever be held!

Shameless post to get back some of my nudy traffic. I’ll post as many naked women as it takes to please my fans. Or to get some fans, which ever. Both.

Look at these pics of Rebecca DiPietro, (each word is a different pic by the way) and this one.

You can thank me by coming back to visit once in a while. It gets lonely here.

I was never a big Rick Santorum supporter, which doesn’t bother Rick since I don’t live in his voting district, but lately I’ve had to tip my hat to the guy because he has really pulled out the stops. First he gives nerds everywhere half a husky with what may be the first ever attempt to explain U.S. foreign policy with a L.O.T.R. reference.

Now he goes for the ‘rassler fan vote in his new ad. Like I said, hard to support his pride in joining up with Clinton for a P.M.R.C style censor fest on video games, but you have to give it up for his teams creativity, and his willingness to embarrass himself for my entertainment. Behold the greatest political ad in history:

Tolkien, ‘rasslin if he’s a Tara Bush fan we’ll be B.F.F., or at least we’ll hang out tommorow at Chiller.

Hail Santorum!

Finally Kevin Federline did something fans could enjoy: slapping John Cena’s taste right out his mouth. He slapped Cena like Cena was a $10 ho who only came home with $2.50. K-fed must of taken lessons from Ike Turner.

By far it was the most enjoyable thing I’ve see on Raw since … well ever.

Thank you, and may the gods bless you Mr. Spears.

Short on innovative talent, ECW needs to re-energize fans quick if they want ratings for season two get anywhere neat the initial 3.2 that Sci-Fi wet itself over. That means they’ll have to go beyond the “big man” mentality that pushes guys like Test, Big Show and HHH.

If they’ve done their homework, they’ll already have heard of Takuya Sugi, who wrestles under several names. If ECW doesn’t snatch him up, you can bet TNA will. Here’s a sample of his work: