Category Archives: Herman Cain
This is Herman Cain’s desperate plan for relevance: fling bunnies from catapults and blow them up with shotguns. Remember all those Republicans blazing away with guns in 2010? They’ve got nothing on Herman, who stands atop the Cliffs of Insanity … Continue reading
“No one man should have all that power.”
The complete and uncut video of Herman Cain’s implosive non-answer to a simple question about Libya. He can’t articulate what he would have done differently because he doesn’t know anything about the conflict — he only knows the base expects … Continue reading
With a fifth sexual harassment accusation leveled against Herman Cain, the 2012 GOP nomination process has scraped the bottom of the barrel — and broken right through the rotted planking to scrape up the fetid, loathsome life-form growing underneath it: … Continue reading
Over at the aptly-named Hot Air, Malkin associate Allahpundit records the hilarious reaching of conservatoid Cain fans to explain away the candidate’s idiotic assertion that China, which has enjoyed nuclear weapon capability since 1964, is just now trying to develop … Continue reading
I’m increasingly bullish on Herman Cain because he makes people like mAnn Coulter enact a sort of unintentional surrealist comedy.
If you got the joke in the title, I’m so, so sorry. Magic Love Hose makes comics for OsborneInk.com. He lives in Canada where he can lob grenades into America’s political process from Minimum Safe Distance. This is his Twitter. … Continue reading
On race, Herman Cain is as dissonant as Alan Keyes — another privileged black man who once took on Obama, only to lose by a forty-plus point margin. The White House team must be salivating at the prospect of a … Continue reading
You know that boner Jon Stewart walked around with after Cheney shot that guy? Guess what I have. (CLICK TO EMBIGGEN) Magic Love Hose makes comics for OsborneInk.com. He lives in Canada where he can lob grenades into America’s political … Continue reading
I’d like to see Herman Cain walk into a Godfather’s Pizza joint a la Undercover Boss and fill out an application; that would be hilarious. Via Thinkprogress.