Wednesday, January 17, 2018



So long as Clint Eastwood is still with us, there will be some relief from the torrent of Liberals gushing out of Hollywood. His latest film is The 15:17 to Paris, which tells the true story of Americans abroad a French train who courageously stopped a terror attack. Liberals don’t want you to watch it.


This Swiss lady raises those 2 lions but when they get too big they were put in a zoo. 7 years later she goes to visit.


Thirteen malnourished siblings, ranging in age from 2 to 29, were rescued by police in California from a house where some of them had been chained to beds, and their parents have been charged with torture, officials said on Monday. Police made the discovery after a 17-year-old girl escaped the house in Perris, about 70 miles (113 km) east of Los Angeles, and used a cellular phone she had found in the house to call them, the Riverside County Sheriff's Office said in a statement released online. LINK 


Video that has gone viral among unpatriotic scumbags shows Scarbrough screaming “fuck Trump” as he walks with his team to the field. Other unidentified players joined in.

Alabama RB Bo Scarbrough yells “F— Trump” before tonight’s title game.
— Sporting News (@sportingnews) January 9, 2018

While Scarbrough may have thought his outburst was funny, school administrators didn’t. According to University of Alabama president Mark Heller, “the decision was made to remove Mr. Scarborough from the team following his outburst, which does not represent the values of this institution.” This is bad news for the anti-Trump player, who was attending U of A on a combination of an athletic scholarship and financial aid.



At Dulac Elementary School, the first-grade teacher, Ms. Clotile, was having trouble with Lil’ Boudreaux, who’s one of her students. The teacher asked, ‘’Lil’ Boudreaux, what’s you problem, you?’’

Lil’ Boudreaux answered, ‘Me, I’m too smart for the 1st grade. My sister Marie Therese, she’s in the 3rd grade and I’m smarter than she is fa sho! I think I should be in the 3rd grade too, me!’

Ms. Clotile had enough. She took Lil’ Boudreaux Principal Thibodeaux’s office.

While Lil’ Boudreaux waited in the outer office, the teacher explained to Thibodeaux what the situation was. The principal told Ms. Clotile “Imma give dat boy a test. If he don’t answer any of my questions he gonna go back to the 1st grade and behave.”

Ms. Clotile agreed.

Lil’ Boudreaux was brought in and the conditions were explained to him, and he agreed to take the test.

Thibodeaux: “What is 3 x 3?”
Lil’ Boudreaux: “Dat’s 9.”

Thibodeaux: “All right. What is 6 x 6?”
Lil’ Boudreaux: “Dat’s 36.”

And so it went with every question Thibodeaux thought a 3rd grader should know.

So Thibodeaux gave Ms. Clotile a look and said, “You might be holdin’ dis boy back. I t’ink you oughta sign him up for de third grade.”

Ms. Clotile was put out. She said, “Not so fast. Let me ask him some questions.”

The principal and Lil’ Boudreaux both agreed.

Ms. Clotile asked, “What does a cow have four of that I have only two of?”
Lil’ Boudreaux, after a moment: “Legs.”

Ms. Clotile: “What you got in your pants that you have but I don’t have?”
Principal Thibodeaux said, “Mais, why you axin’ such a question?” But Ms. Clotile shot him a look that woulda taken out a six-point buck so kept quiet.
Meanwhile Lil’ Boudreaux replied: “Pockets.”

Ms. Clotile: “What does a dog do that a man steps into?”
Lil’ Boudreaux: “Pants.”

Thibodeaux sat forward with his mouth hanging open.

Ms. Clotile: “What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft and sticky?”

The principal’s eyes opened really wide and before he could stop the answer, Lil’ Boudreaux smiled and replied, “Bubble gum.”

Ms. Clotile: “What does a man do standing up, a woman does sitting down, and a dog does on three legs?”
Lil’ Boudreaux: “Shake hands.”

Thibodeaux at this point didn’t know what to do.

Ms. Clotile: “What word starts with an ‘F’ and ends in ‘K’ that means a lot of heat and excitement?”
Lil’ Boudreaux: “Firetruck.”

Thibodeaux breathed a sigh of relief and told the teacher, “Listen, you. Put Lil’ Boudreaux in the fifth-grade. He done better than me on your test – I got the last seven questions wrong.”