Tase Him Again

You may remember the hyperactive, leftist, crapskulled college punk whose 1.8 seconds of fame consisted of yelling "Don't tase me, bro!". (Ok, there were actually several more seconds invovled, but they mainly consisted of him flopping around on the floor; that was just a good civil service). Well, turns out Mr Pottymouth has decided not to use his degree in journalism. He says he's decided to become a lawyer, because the experience “[made me] want to know how to defend myself. Want to be able to help people.”

If that's what you want, join the Marine Corps. They'll train you well in both of those noble goals. But a liberal trial lawyer with a journalism degree? I have more respect for the street bum at the stoplight who tries to squeegee my headlights every evening.

The quality of your career choices is going downhill rapidly, son. You're almost at the bottom of the barrel. Any lower and you'll become a subhuman drone, something utterly incapable of meaningful thought and action -- a.k.a, a Democrat Senator.