This is definitely the title of a pay-per-view porno I'm not paying for.
Also holy SHIT that man's face is turning into an Indiana Jones death scene
"Ghoulish" gets thrown around a lot in our current national nightmare, but you want to see a thing that will ensure you don't get a good night's rest, enlarge that photo of Pat Robertson's face.
It's like a parasite wasp drawn to the smell of well-aged hate injected him with larvae and now they're hatching and the puppet's about to crumble & burst wide open.
Did Robertson's God leave his rotting, sun-dried skull on the end of his neck as a warning to trespassers or what
It makes a certain kind of sense that Pat Robertson would end his days looking like the dried head of Oliver Cromwell, doesn't it? 
God's own walking, talking, ostensibly breathing gibbet bait.
"THE HO-MO-SEKSHUALS & ATHEISTS ARE RUINING THIS COUNTRY! 9/11 WAS PUNISHMENT!" A crow picks delicately at the sloughing skin of his scalp.
"GAYS AND LIBERALS!" he whines to a bluebottle laying eggs in what's left of an eyesocket. "GAYS & LIBERALS! AIDS IS A GIFT FROM GOD!"
"GAYS AND LIBERALS!" he whines to a bluebottle laying eggs in what's left of an eyesocket. "GAYS & LIBERALS! AIDS IS A GIFT FROM GOD!"
Several neighborhood children steal his head and kick it down the sidewalk like a disintegrating football. Hair and yellowed teeth fly. It's the most fun anyone has ever had with Pat Robertson in his entire wretched existence.
"DOM-i-NA-ted!" he howls. 'SODOM WAS PUNISHED!"
"DOM-i-NA-ted!" he howls. 'SODOM WAS PUNISHED!"
It becomes a local holiday, then national. It replaces Christmas. The Robertson Rollabout, a day when all the community comes together, rainbow flags a-flutter, to punt Pat Robertson's frantically wailing head into the sharpest objects they can find.
Everyone forgets who he was, how the tradition started, or what the shrieking noises out of his hateful, ruined mouth mean, but they teach their children this: Whoever the motherfucker was, he definitely deserved it.
"THE GODLESS WILL BURN!"
Someone rebounds him into the crook of a tree with a noise like a diarrhetic fart in a pair of leather pants. A cheer goes up from the Socialist Squaredance on Scalia's Grave, also held annually. Mothers lift their children high so they can see the fun.
Someone rebounds him into the crook of a tree with a noise like a diarrhetic fart in a pair of leather pants. A cheer goes up from the Socialist Squaredance on Scalia's Grave, also held annually. Mothers lift their children high so they can see the fun.
I thought about keeping this up but I may have reached a high point here
