Thanks for everything you’ve done for us, Charles. Were it not for you, we’d have never known about the Nazi Threat, the Confederate AirCav hat, the Tennessee State Flag, Obama’s flag, Pamela Geller, Robert Spencer, Stacy McCain, George Duke’s VW and others. The Boiler Room Crew would not have existed, we’d have never gotten to interview Andrew Breitbart.
The Ruse and Fail of Little Green Footballs would have never been posted.
You’re so awesome, Charles.
Anders Breivik is very proud of you.
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.
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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.
Charles, you’re full of crap.
William Horton was a 23-year-old hoodlum in 1974 when he and two friends held up a gas station in Lawrence, Massachusetts. Despite the fact that the 17-year-old attendant, Joseph Fournier, handed over $276.37 – all the money from the cash register – the three stabbed him repeatedly and then stuffed him in a garbage can, leaving him there with his feet by his chin, to die from blood loss.
Horton was captured, convicted, and sentenced to life without parole. But in June 1986, he was released from prison as part of Massachusetts’ weekend furlough program, which in 1973 the state supreme court had ruled must be extended to first-degree murderers.
Horton didn’t return from his furlough. Ten months later, he broke into the home of Clifford Barnes and Angela Miller in Oxon Hill, Maryland, and terrorized the couple for 12 hours. He pistol-whipped and stabbed Barnes, then tied him to a pole in the basement. When Miller got home from work, Horton raped her repeatedly at gunpoint, before finally fleeing in the couple’s car.
After he was captured (again!) and sentenced to two consecutive life terms, the sentencing judge refused to return him to Massachusetts. “I’m not prepared to take the chance that Mr. Horton might again be furloughed or otherwise released,” he said. “This man should never draw a breath of free air again.”
When Massachusetts Gov. Michael Dukakis ran for president in 1988, the Horton affair was stapled to his campaign – first by Al Gore in the Democratic primary, who challenged the furlough program in a primary debate. It was raised later, to devastating effect, in an ad for Bush produced by a political action committee that featured Horton’s glowering face, and by Bush himself on the campaign trail.
There is nothing false stated in the ad from 1988. Nothing racist, either. Willie Horton was an animal, a murderous robber, kidnapper, torturer and rapist who never should have been let out of prison in the first place.
Charles, your blatant ignorance and fabrication of easily-verifiable history is an embarrassment to the left wing media. #RUMPSWAB
Use the Little Green Footballs “Contact Form” at your own risk. Dude’s got a Correlator Tool.
Meanwhile, someone (whose initials are Charles Foster Johnson) deliberately misinterpreted The President’s questions about steam vs. electromagnetic catapult propulsion for US Aircraft Carriers.
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.