
The chattering classes are having a high old time recounting the “beating” The Mouth That Roared endured last night at the manicured hands of Marco 3P0 and Texas Ted Cruz, the Gucci Shitkicker.
What they mostly forget is that Trump’s voters don’t care what the media elites think. And I’ll bet that any mouthbreathers who were on the fence as regards TMTR are firmly under the Big Orange Tent now after watching those two bidness-as-usual sellouts from Washington, D.C., tag-teaming the big fella like a pair of yapping coyotes trying to bring down a bull elk.
I think Steve Benen gets it mostly right here: They threw everything at him, up to and including the kitchen sink, and what did it get them? This morning TMTR is up and at ’em on Twitter, breezily calling them chickenshits, jagoffs and feebs.
Hell, even I started to get riled up once 3P0 started beeping and chirping like he was a Terminator or something, while Cruz minced around looking all “West Side Story” with his Harvard Law letter opener. And I wouldn’t vote for any of these bozos if the Donks ran Adam Sandler and Rosie O’Donnell against them. Despicable.

Nowdays, that cartoon would be sooooo politically incorrect. Such terrible gun violence (so why didn’t we have so many mass shootings as Elmer Fudd was blowing away Daffy Duck back in the daze?)
Meanwhile, C3PO and All Hat No Cattle Cruz need to remember the old George Bernard Shaw adage: Never wrestle with pigs. You both get dirty and the pig likes it
I love those old Warner Bros. ‘toons. The infinite number of ways Wile E. Coyote got his; each and every one a scream. A particular fave was when he’d see the rock, anvil or whatever coming down, scrunch his eyes closed and hold up this teensy parasol for protection.
And the Bugs-Elmer bit set in the future, where Fudd finally “kills da wabbit,” is most definitely a keeper.
Bugs was a flagrant rip-off of a Clark Gable character in an under-rated movie. I’d have to look it up again – pretty sure it was from a competing studio (Warner vs Columbia maybe). Just kinda funny that no one sued anyone over it. Hard to imagine today Disney Jr basing a cartoon character off someone in a competitor’s flick. They’d lawyer-up faster than you could say “hobo on a ham sandwich.”
You got the link to where Bugs finally gets his?
Took a while, but I found it.
https://youtu.be/nKMfV79OjM0
Thanks! Perfect way to close out a Friday afternoon in the Bomb Factory!
That was great. Thanks Patrick.
Always amazed me how many folks my age can still recite “guard-turn-parry-dodge-spin-thrust” by heart. Something about Looney Tunes. They weren’t just slapped together. Interesting characters, dialogue, sets, stories, amazes me that studios keep cranking out crap when they can beat good old re-runs.
Lots of hard work in those ‘toons. I tried doing a little animation the hard way Back In the Day® and holy shit, was it ever a giant pain in the ass. Days of labor for seconds of footage.
And Mel Blanc! More voices than I have in my head, and that ain’t a small crowd, yo.
November can’t get here and get gone fast enough.
Agree.
Just read about it and watched the clips on NPR news. Well, it was a reality show. Blitzer got blitzed.
Appalling is what it was.
I can’t believe that Wolf Blitzer can tie his own shoelaces without assistance. Maybe he wears loafers instead of laceups. For sure he’s too dumb to pour piss out of any sort of footwear with directions printed on the heel.
Blitz is dumber and more useless than a bag of rubber claw hammers. I assume he was able to break for commercials.
I went riding this morning on the ES. That really improved my attitude. Making red beans and rice for lunch. We are really liking Rice Select Royal Blend of white, brown, and red rice.
Interesting views from fellow GOP’ers:
http://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2016/02/why-americans-hate-politicians-chris-christie-edition/471378/
That endorsement will work as well for Christie as his lap band surgery did. Man just can’t keep his mouth closed.
PLEASE just make it stop.
Well John Oliver has entered the fray on Trump.