Look out. Charles is on the warpath.

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“Law Enforcement Is A Fetish.” Pheew.


In Charles Johnson’s world, law enforcement is a fetish, is fascist, and he doesn’t know what the 2nd f-word even means.

Charles, just face it. Pamela Geller rejected you, Michelle Malkin doesn’t care what you think, Alex and real Occasional-Cotex knows you’re a fat old white male sexist racist because you hate women and Asians and Olliver Willis.

Go post a guitar video so we can finally see your Magical Jazzy, Ponytail.


New Years’ Day 2019 – What was the first thing Charles Johnson thought of once he rolled off his futon and onto the linoleum?

Because he never married one?

*Knock, knock*
“Who’s there?”
“Charles’ uvula.”
“Charles’ uvula who?”
“I dunno, Charles, but I do know this. Your uvula is on the fritz.”

Charles, you’re a mess.


The Decline Abates And the Decline Resumes.

After a decade of decline in blog traffic, the Big Boy got a big bump in July 2018 that continued into early November. What happened in July? The Kavenaugh Hearings. What happened in November? The Midterm Elections.

What’s happened since? The Continuation of The Decline of Little Green Footballs’ traffic at approximately the same rate as before.

You’re so awesome, Charles.

[Data Source: Alexa.]


Charles Johnson, White Constitutional Lawyer & Internet Fascist, Barks Loudly.

Really, Charles? Empty-headed BS? Seems you spent an inordinate amount of time attempting to squelch the free speech of others who politely disagreed with you by labeling them racists, homophobes, nazis, etc., with absolutely no evidence to support your allegations..

Amendment I – Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.

There’s a reason you’re not in charge of Constitutional Law Interpretation, Charles.

Now let’s talk about your +10 year-old “Now I Really Really Mean It” fauxvitar.


Sorry, Charlie. You’re not attractive.


Meanwhile, someone (whose initials are Charles Foster Johnson) deliberately misinterpreted The President’s questions about steam vs. electromagnetic catapult propulsion for US Aircraft Carriers.

https://news.usni.org/2018/11/23/presidential-thanksgiving-greetings-and-emals-discussion-with-uss-reagan?utm_source=USNI+News&utm_campaign=caf651e612-USNI_NEWS_WEEKLY&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_0dd4a1450b-caf651e612-230465849&mc_cid=caf651e612&mc_eid=c39c864b30


 


How was Charles Johnson’s Thanksgiving? (The Internet wants to know.)

Everyone in the blogosphere wants to know how Charles Johnson’s Thanksgiving went. It went like this:

At 11am he posted a music video on LGF, then went silent, presumably to prepare a grand Thanksgiving Dinner. Then 3-1/2 hours later:

On our tradtional Day of Reverence, to be grateful for what we have – good fortune, good friends and family – and to remember those who are no longer with us, Charles is a miserable hateful person.

By 5:55pm, his bird was still not done, so let’s run the numbers. Say the prep for the turkey is one hour before you shove it into the oven, and if the rule of thumb is 15 minutes per pound, Charles bought a 24 lb. Butterball. For himself.

About a half hour later, the “big freakin’ bird” is done, and Charles has already consumed so much food he’s sleepy.


Does anyone buy that story given the timeline?

Charles didn’t go anywhere, didn’t have any friends or family over to his place, and didn’t eat it all in 20 minutes.

Or maybe he did.

LMAO Chuck. You’re more transparent than Claude Rains ever was.