Most people see this holiday as an occasion to, well, give thanks. But at National Review Online, it's just another excuse to be a total cock. Take smelly hambeast Lucianne Goldberg, for example. She starts off well enough, with insincere rich-bitch populist cant about the "large, strong, loving heart of the average American." Okay fine. Nobody believes for a second that you even know anybody within spitting distance of the poverty line, but what the hell. It's a holiday.But then she just had to go all teabagger: "It is also a tolerant, forgiving, and gracious heart. But there are limits to how far it can be assaulted... As we pause, heads bowed, to give thanks for all we have and all we are, let’s remember to enjoy it, for it may be the last quiet moment we will have for some time."
You want quiet, fatso? Then how about you and your dumb fat kid quit scaring rubes with made-up shit about liberal Nazis, secret Kenyans and government-run health care. And then go choke on a ham.















