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April 12, 2010
As long as someone, somewhere, is still dumping on Charles Johnson I remain a happy man.
I mean I can't do it all. Hence, Dennis the Peasant: There's No Cure For Stupid...Little Green Footballs mega-dimwit Charles Johnson takes a brief break from posting pictures of his comic book collection and decides it's time to panic. Or, at the very least, time to prepare to panic:"The Methane Apocalypse Some very frightening news from the world of climate science, as an international scientific team discovers that the Arctic permafrost in Siberia may be starting to leak huge amounts of methane into the atmosphere. And if this proves to be true, my friends, it will put every other concern of human beings on the back burner."Actually, Chuck, if we've going to have huge clouds of methane floating around, I don't think we're going to want a back burner around, period. Remember when you were 16? Baked bean dinner; back seat of dad's car; Bic lighter?
Posted by Vanderleun at April 12, 2010 9:11 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
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I still think there's something down there. And it's farting.
Posted by: Rich Fader at April 13, 2010 1:40 PM
Fewer and fewer notes from the North Korea of the internet. LGF must be imploding. Soon it's going to be no one but teh johnson, and both his monitor lizards spinning around in an endless circle of self congratulation for finally weeding out all the apostates among them.
JWM
Posted by: jwm at April 13, 2010 4:20 PM
first the cows, now this...here comes another sleepless night...the horror, the horror
Posted by: Barnabus at April 13, 2010 5:27 PM