Long did Versaille Hold Court on Savile Row

Dead Souls and Kayla too

Hillary Knows who The Goldstein is.

How Rude not to Love the One who would Kill You This:

or That:

Defying Sanity

Pelosi the Mad It's like listening to Commodus natter on about "I'm not sure what that Ethics thingy Daddy wrote about is, but whatever it is I'm Kewl with it". If Monty Python had been tasked with the job of scripting "The End of Western Civilization" they could never have dreamed of anything as Dada-esquely zany and madcap as what Fortuna [da Bitch] has foisted on us.

The One for All Bleu, and All Bleu for The One

Quelle Surprise, Les Trois Pepetaires ......................................................................... Hugo, Vlado, Fidelis, and the dashing young d'Barackan. Read, komrads, of their exemplary adventures in the Absolut service of radiant Versailles. .........................................................................

Charly GUT

The Rotting of the Yank

5th Columns are the Pillar of the State

Charly's heartthrob

A Twit of Our Times

"Dominic Nanni ‏@DominicNanni Fiscal sanity is code for hating blacks, women, and poor people. "

Ever do the Lords of the Massachusetts Versailles bring full Honor on themselves

A Kennedy Bouquet o' Love

A United Front Red in Tooth and Claw

Dem Party of Blum'in Leninists...................... Versailles Hates its New Goldstein

No Shit, Sherlock

who'da thunk it?

Versailles ain't for the Stinking Peasants

Versailles offers an All You Can Eke Buffet It pays, bigtime, to be the Homo Economicus of the Obamaklean Court

Allah Akhbar, Gendarmes, it's all about The Children!

Yeah, and the Saudis are Ever Our Friends and Allies, and pigs fly over a crescent moon, of limburger cheese, at dawn.

So Bill Clinton Also Thinks She's a Slut

He does not waste his time with young women who are not.

Pepe's heartthrob walks

Chicago Uber Alles

In the service of AmeriSoc, the ambitious Czar of Czars has gotta do what a Czar of Czars gotta do.

Obama Disposes, People Disposed

Ah, Obamakles, you alone can ignite the passions of a Dowd or Sullivan, or the thrills and chills that shiver the legs of Chris or whatever appendage engorges on Remnick at the very sight of you. What's a few Stinking Peasants compared to your magnificence?

Honor on Planet Pepe Sinks into the Brine

Ah, Versailles let's nuttin' interfere with its Party.......

What an exchange....the Captain reeks of fear.....and reeks of that cowardice that sees fear as a guiding light rather than a force to be controlled and overcome. Sad, pathetic, and too thoroughly emblematic of what happens when a man without character and the civilization that crafted him are found out.

A Star Rises Over Pyongyang

The Ronery One is Dead, Long Live The Flounder One!

How to steal a cool billion, pinko style