The dumbass motherfucking stupid. It burns.

So, how do you *really* feel?

Richard Poplak seems to understand Jordan B. Peterson pretty well:

There is some satisfaction in knowing that the rest of the world is finally coming to recognize the intellectual fraud that is Jordan Peterson. Lord knows, it's been obvious for some time.

On the other hand ...

I'm dying here (apologies -- Rebel Media shitcanned that site):

Um .. excuse me?

That's the sort of fuck-up that copy editors are supposed to catch, don't you think?

UPPITY DATE: Rebel Media journalist and screech harpy that needs only two more Dalmatians for her winter coat Sheila Gunn Reid is absolutely positive that the Liberals are behind this:

Or maybe she's not so positive after all:

Remember what I said about copy editors?

UPPITIER DATE: Here's Ezra, absolutely positive who's behind this:

You know where this is going, right?

P.S. This story isn't over yet so ... stay tuned.

I like me some Montreal Simon.

Even if he has some weird aesthetic preferences, Montreal Simon can be massively amusing.

Press Progress -- it's what's for breakfast.

Seriously, check it out:

Andrew Scheer -- lying piece of crap.

I should just trademark that phrase, and charge everyone else 25c to use it.

That's kind of why you keep reading.

Oh, dear ...

Shorter Faith: "I was really into 'Mein Kampf' until that part about slaughtering the Jews. Other than that ..."

In entertainment news, colostomy bag is deposited in dumpster.

Oh, noez ...

How will we ever replace the razor-sharp investigative analysis that was Andrew Lawton?

That was sarcasm. You knew that, right?

P.S. Well ...

Aw ... being given the boot with no warning and no explanation ... that must really fucking suck. I wonder what that feels like. Oh, wait ...

Dear Margaret Wente: Please stop.

Oh, dear God:

You know who else hit a nerve with frustrated young men looking for meaning in their lives, Marge? Hitler, that's who.

Why, yes, Jordan Peterson *is* a monstrous fucking fraud.

Like I had to explain that to you:

Yes, I used the word "fraud." Fucking sue me.

Got confit?

Some serious duck confit going down at CC HQ:

The ribs slow-cooking in the oven are just a bonus.

So it's true ...

... she really does think as slowly as you'd heard.

JUXTAPOSE!

Rebel Media's Ezra Levant, who wrote 47,905,826 blog posts about Omar Khadr, lectures us on obsession:

Tune in next week when the Sun's Lorrie Goldstein laments the decline in journalistic standards in Canada these days.

Got duck?

My buddy Dr. Dawg and I hit the local supermarket the instant a mountain of duck parts went on sale:

Yeah, we're going to be experimenting with duck recipes for months. It's going to be just ducky.

How much time do you have?

Seriously, make yourself comfortable:

Where would I even begin?

Got perch?

Yet another iteration of Umbrian fish soup ... this time, let's start with two pounds of Atlantic perch fillets ...

Next, get onions, celery and garlic into the pan ...

Shortly thereafter, dump everything in ...

... and, voila ...

... all in my new copper saute pan. Yeah, I could get used to this.

I look forward to the moral support.

I'm sure it's just a matter of time until Lindsay Shepherd and her supporters demand my re-instatement on Twitter. Any minute now, right? Annnnnnny minute now ...

P.S. I'm kidding, of course. Shepherd is as much of a pathetic hypocrite as Ezra Levant, and Jordan Peterson, and Jon Kay, and Lorrie Goldstein, and that worthless, gutless hack Martin Patriquin, and ... oh, hell, I could go on. I think you catch my drift.

Journamalism, as it were.

Candice Malcolm is a journalist. Seriously, she makes a living doing journalism. She actually gets paid for journalizing.

Don't try this at home, kids ... Candice is a professional.

Dumbass motherfucking twatwaffle.

Man, it's such a relief that I was banned from Twitter permanently so we could restore honesty, integrity and civility to motherfucking Twitter.

P.S. Jesus fucking Christ, the embarrassment.

Dear NRA: Stay classy.