Dreaming of the Union of the Twin Pravdas

One Voice to Rulz d'Em All Duh, we were just confabulating about this yesterday. Planet Pepe is getting kinda too predictable.

Tecs Crist works on the deportation papers

Provincetown, Ma. Pinko paradise.

Pepe gets a job in the London

Sotomayor = Scalia! AA seethes!

California kills dream profession

Slimy even by NY Slimes standards

Dowd lets it all hang out

Pepe gambles big

Marvelous mayhem.

MFTs Beach Front Property goes Cold and Dark

Hey, when you can MFT tell us what it was like in your Spring Break

Protonazis

No Kinder Shitter in the PP

Merd’euf away, bonhommelette Le Pew.

Bitch Paddles Pond in Guiness Time.

.....uh, why?

Ultimate Irony

Gives new depths to "Shop till you drop".

Stop Joe the Plumber!

.. says the Gray Lady. Only federally approved writers are allowed to publish on Planet Pepe. [REGURGE for Iowahawk version. -- JJ]

Some useful gifts

Don’t know what to buy as a Christmas present for your girl? The answer is really simple - electric toothbrush. There you go.

Natch'

Six Years of Lying having done it's job, Pravda-on-Hudson suddenly "discovers" reality. Pepe ululates on cue "four legs good, two legs better" like the fellow traveling Aristo he pretends not to be.

"We Hates You, McCain, We..HATES You!"

Ah, the MSM, the Golem of the Word.

Kurtz Goes Upriver on Hudson-on-Pravda

"The Horror, the Horror" mutters Le Pew, and prepares to send out his "messenger boyz" to do the Extreme Prejudice tango on Kurtz's ass.

But of course Stanley has it right. The Grey Old Lady is shamelessly whoring for Baracky, and Pepe is now her John. Ain't she a Beauty?

Kaus slams the NYT