DeMint, Media Matters and Robot Alley

If you follow me on Twitter, you know that I was ragging on Sen. Jim DeMint (R-SC) this evening because apparently he thinks you can't be a fiscal conservative without being a social conservative. If you don't follow me on Twitter *eyeroll* it's your loss, loser.

Allow me to rag s'more (as in: "rag some more", not "rag smore" - that would be disgusting, who are you, people?): Anyway, as I was saying...Yes you can, Senator Dum-Dum. For example: I don't like big government, period. This includes being opposed to the out of control spending on blah, blah, overreaching and likely to fail programs and being against having big government all up in your personal business (i.e. the anti-gay, anti-euthanasia, censorship wand flailing, blah, blah, pro-marriage-amendment, jerks...aka social conservatives). Also don't be shocked if value voters fanboi, Senator DeMint turns out to be Senator Creme DeMenthe. IYKWIMAITYD (and if you don't, click the link).

What was my point??? Oh yeah, some of my followers got their panties in a wad annoyed with me for criticizing a fellow republican. Some of them even, thankfully, unfollowed.

Soooo, for the greater good and in the spirit of unity...I started following Media Matters' Senior Fellow Eric Boehlert. Senior Fellow? What the hell does that even mean??? Oh well, after five tweets I began to feel sorry for the junior fellows at Media Matters. Remember to bite down hard, boys.

And then I got inspired:

plus:

On October 20, 2010, creepy Hungarian, George Soros, gave Media Matters, *sinister voice* "one million dollars" to fight the evil empire that is Fox News.

plus:

Discovery Health Channel's "Sex Robot"

equals:

Robot Alley (via Xtranormal h/t Red Eye w/Greg Gutfeld) starring creepy Hungarian, billionaire, George Soros and Senior Fellow Eric Boehlert:

If I had a million dollars...I'd invest in a gay club next to the Ground Zero Mosque

If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. That's just what Greg Gutfeld is intending to do with his NYC neighbors planning on building a mosque and Islamic cultural center near Ground Zero in lower Manhattan.

If Muslims want to build a bridge between our two cultures in an area that is stained with innocent American blood at the hands of Islamic terrorists, I say sure. Muhammad, can you handle this? Mullah, can you handle this? Allah, can you handle this? I don't think they can handle this:

From The Daily Gut:

"I'm announcing tonight, that I am planning to build and open the first gay bar that caters not only to the west, but also Islamic gay men. To best express my sincere desire for dialogue, the bar will be situated next to the mosque Park51, in an available commercial space.

This is not a joke. I've already spoken to a number of investors, who have pledged their support in this bipartisan bid for understanding and tolerance.

As you know, the Muslim faith doesn't look kindly upon homosexuality, which is why I'm building this bar. It is an effort to break down barriers and reduce deadly homophobia in the Islamic world.

The goal, however, is not simply to open a typical gay bar, but one friendly to men of Islamic faith. An entire floor, for example, will feature non-alcoholic drinks, since booze is forbidden by the faith. The bar will be open all day and night, to accommodate men who would rather keep their sexuality under wraps - but still want to dance."

The Twitter family has taken it upon itself to help come up with a name for Gutfeld's Bar. I suggested: Ba'ath House. You can read the others here.

Normally, I don't kiss and tell but. . .

Howdy!

First things first, I'm fully aware that I owe you 90+ vodka reviews. Trust me, I'm on it. As soon as I get organized, whatever that means...I will post.

Anyhow...blah, blah, blah I went to NYC, if you follow me on Twitter you know this, if you don't...well then, you obviously should remedy that problem. The trip consisted of four days/five nights of debauchery and one day of tourism. I went with the husband who worked a lot, which ended up being okay as it allowed me to sleep off the previous night's indulgences.

I'm not going to bore you with the usual...we ate here, we drank here, nonsense. And, I don't like to kiss and tell, even metaphorically. But, I do like to brag. . .loophole!

While in Manhattan, we had the pleasure of meeting (ahem...drinking with) the guys and gals of FNC's Red Eye w/Greg Gutfeld. If you've never seen it before, slap yourself and set your DVR for 3am ET Monday-Friday (subtract an hour or three if you live elsewhere). It's a fun, quirky show that discusses the day's news stories, some of which you may have heard about and some of which you'll wish you didn't.

Anyway...where was I? Oh yeah, bragging. . .In addition to Greg, Bill and Andy, we met Alison Rosen, Tom Shillue and Diana Falzone. All were friendly and warm like a cup of hot cocoa with extra marshmallows. What?!? You don't like marshmallows? Not even in hot cocoa? Get off my page, freak!

I feel bad not giving you any scoop, not that there was any to give...or was there? I wish I could remember. I'll share these three things, if you promise not to tell. Deal?

1) If you stare directly into Andy Levy's eyes a blue bird sings. Probably.

2) Greg Gutfeld turned water into urine...well more than likely.

and

3) Bill Schulz is an impressive drinker, well y'know for his size. Also he gets the award for last man standing.

The night ended with me drunk in the ladies' room with a chatty Jersey Girl in a tight red dress, a tumescent bust and tragic eyebrows. The husband rescued me before I got guidette poofed.

The next day, after roughly ten diet Cokes and ten Advil, I met and had dinner with Karol (Alarming News), our husbands and...a not-so-mystery mystery guest. After dinner, we drank and laughed and laughed and drank. After being deserted for a baby and a cave, the husband and I drank some more. Oh yeah, and I ate a gyro from a roach coach. Nom, nom, nom? Sure, why not.

When I got home on Monday night, along with a stack of junk mail and bills was Greg Gutfeld's new book The Bible of Unspeakable Truths. Buy it, read it, it's funny...so far.