[Charles Henrickson]

Shouldn't this have been in the Huffandpuffington Post?

[Charles Henrickson]

PING!

[Cheburashka]

In just seconds after you know what.

[Poser]

Top 5?

[sauropod]

I just *love* self-important people.

[FlingWingFlyer]

Yikes! This airhead takes liberal psychobabble to a whole new level.

[Condor51]

top 10!

[driftless2]

I’ve been reading hippie crap like this for at least forty years and more. Not that I actually read this crud on a daily basis, but I have read similar tripe from the tortured individuals the world “just doesn’t understand.” Or maybe we do understand them. I guess I should feel bad that I start nodding off after a few verses. But I don’t. Because I’m a nasty, greedy, imperialist, hate-mongering, meat-eating, capitalist etc. Maybe if she’d eat a cheeseburger, she’d feel better. I usually do.

[Condor51]

I read her entire screed and don't understand one dam thing she's saying.

IMO she's seriously ill. A psychotic schizophrenic who should be heavily medicated.

[pogo101]

What is the message to this meandering bilge?

[Cyber Liberty]

Poetry that is not quite as good as Vogon peotry:

Ode To A Small Lump Of Green Putty I Found In My Armpit One Midsummer Morning is a poem by Grunthos the Flatulent.
Excerpt

Putty. Putty. Putty.
Green Putty - Grutty Peen.
Grarmpitutty - Morning!
Pridsummer - Grorning Utty!
Discovery..... Oh.
Putty?..... Armpit?
Armpit..... Putty.
Not even a particularly
Nice shade of green.

During a reading of the poem, 4 of his audience died of internal hemorrhaging and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own legs off. Grunthos was reported to have been “disappointed” by the poem’s reception.

[ArrogantBustard]

Uhhh ....

Misty? Yes, you with the frizzy hair, shabby clothes, and ridiculous rectangular glasses!

Yeah ... just want you to know that your "poetry", if that's what it is, comes off as the deranged ramblings of a veteran pothead tripping out on the best homegrown, selectively bred, genetically enhanced Red Bud.

[jonascord]

As far as I can tell, the total value to all humanity of these two would only be realized if the three of us were marooned in the New Guinea jungles, AND I needed two bodies with which to bribe the local cannibals to insure my survival.

They sure as hell aren't worth feeding. The pictures of them, with the light in their eyes being the Sun, shining through the backs of their heads...

[Pinkbell]

How is that a poem? It’s just a rambling of incoherent thoughts, an assorted few which she managed to rhyme. I know the “artsy” libs will say that the problem is that we just aren’t sophisticated enough to understand and appreciate the artistry of it, but I say that it isn’t that we’re too dumb, it’s that we’re too smart. We’re too smart to see such “poetry” as art.

[GeronL]

Sometimes I just wish that whole site was parody and satire, but it’s not.

[Roscoe Karns]

(Laughs out loud) Well done!

[decal]

As usual, William Topaz McGonagall didn't say it best (but he still beats this fool)

“The Great Franchise Demonstration
Dundee, 20th September 1884”

“‘Twas in the year of 1884, and on Saturday the 20th of September,
Which the inhabitants of Dundee will long remember
The great Liberal Franchise Demonstration,
Which filled their minds with admiration.

Oh! it was a most magnificent display,
To see about 20 or 30 thousand men all in grand array;
And each man with a medal on his breast;
And every man in the procession dressed in his best.

The banners of the processionists were really grand to see-
The like hasn’t been seen for a long time in Dundee;
While sweet music from the bands did rend the skies,
And every processionist was resolved to vote for the Franchise.

And as the procession passed along each street,
The spectators did loudly the processionists greet;
As they viewed their beautiful banners waving in the wind,
They declared such a scene would be ever fresh in their mind.

The mustering of the processionists was very grand,
As along the Esplanade each man took his stand,
And as soon as they were marshalled in grand array,
To the Magdalen Green, in haste, they wended their way.

And when they arrived on the Magdalen Green,
I’m sure it was a very beautiful imposing scene-
While the cheers of that vast multitude ascended to the skies,
For the “Grand Old Man,” Gladstone, the Hero of the Franchise,

Who has struggled very hard for the people’s rights,
Many long years, and many weary nights;
And I think the “Grand Old Man” will gain the Franchise,
And if he does, the people will laud him to the skies.

And his name should be written in letters of gold :
For he is a wise statesman- true and bold-
Who has advocated the people’s rights for many long years;
And when he is dead they will thank him with their tears.

For he is the man for the working man,
And without fear of contradiction, deny it who can;
Because he wishes the working man to have a good coat,
And, both in town and country, to have power to vote.

The reason why the Lords won’t pass the Franchise Bill :
They fear that it will do themselves some ill;
That is the reason why they wish to throw it out,
Yes, believe me, fellow citizens, that’s the cause without doubt.

The emblems and mottoes in the procession, were really grand,
The like hasn’t been seen in broad Scotland;
Especially the picture of Gladstone- the nation’s hope,
Who is a much cleverer man than Sir John Cope.

There were masons and ploughmen all in a row,
Also tailors, tenters, and blacksmiths, which made a grand show;
Likewise carters and bakers which was most beautiful to be seen,
To see them marching from the Esplanade to the Magdalen Green.

I’m sure it was a most beautiful sight to see,
The like has never been seen before in Dundee;
Such a body of men, and Gladstone at the helm,
Such a sight, I’m sure, ‘twould the Lords o’erwhelm.

Oh! it was grand to see that vast crowd,
And to hear the speeches, most eloquent and loud,
That were made by the speakers, regarding the Franchise;
While the spectators applauded them to the skies.

And for the “Grand Old Man” they gave three cheers,
Hoping he would live for many long years;
And when the speeches were ended, the people’s hearts were gay,
And they all dispersed quietly to their homes without delay.”

[Choose Ye This Day]

Insane profane birdbrain.

That perfectly sums this DUmmie up.

[KosmicKitty]

Is that suppose to be a poem??

[Charles Henrickson]

DUFU UPDATE: MISTY RESPONDS!

Misty Rowan, the grocery-bagger/artist-activist, who literally is a TeaBagger, and who blogs under the name "MissTeaTree," which also makes her a TeaBlogger . . . well, Misty has discovered this DUFU and has responded to it over at her MissTeaTree BLOG and at the DUmmie FUnnies BLOG.

Over at MissTeaTree, Miss Misty writes this POST:

to the @sshole who posted my poetry on his dumb blog: Write your own material, you hack. Nobody likes a hater. Haters don't even like haters. That's how bad they suck. But, thanks for the traffic.

And at the DUmmie FUnnies blog, MissTeaTree wrote this COMMENT, among others:

Wow. What an ignorant f*** you are. Don't like it? How about don't post it on your own blog just because you don't have an independent thought in your head. Write you're own blog posts (and yes, your poetry does suck @ss))

Misty. Misty, Misty. . . . Where is the love? Aren't you the one who said, telling us another thing: "It's you, me, and everybody. So don't go making enemies, 'cause you can't win. Instead, it's time to start talking to these strangers. . . ." Sweet sentiment. I got a little Misty-eyed.

"It's time to start talking to these strangers. . . ." Look, Misty, I'll talk to you, and I think you're stranger. So why all this hate? Where is your sense of humor at a little gentle satire? You have to admit, you do fit a certain stereotype pretty much to a T(ea).

And I'll let you in on a little secret: I actually liked your "poem," in a loopy sort of way. I found it entertaining. And while you don't use traditional poetic structure, you do use internal rhyme and alliteration. Your fast-talk, huff-and-puff delivery was . . . different . . . but it worked for this piece.

And I wouldn't be surprised if you're a nice person in real life. Well-intentioned, too. Of course, I find your politics "misguided," at best. But if you've got friends on the inside, the outside, and the flipside, surely you can have friends on the rightside.

Oh, and we at DUmmie FUnnies are happy to give you the traffic. You provide people an insight into the leftist mind (such as it is). Say, I notice that the VIDEO of "The Huff and Puff of my Frustration" jumped from 161 views to 207 since I DUFUed it yesterday. Way to go, Misty! Because to make yourself a star, all you really gotta do . . . is get on the DUmmie FUnnies.

[PJ-Comix]

So whatever happened to Twitchell Hall III? After camera hogging he is nowhere to be found. (Meanwhile I am learning how to type Django Rhinehart style.)