Rosie O'Donnell can suck it
I haven't commented on the O'Donnell foot-in-mouth syndrome, sans her defeatist battle with The Donald, but her recent garrulous rant on The View has just pushed me over the edge of quiet onlooker disgust. In case you change the channel every time that heifer-loaf appears on the television, and who appropriately puts the "boob" in 'boob tube', claimed that the Iranian kidnapping of the 15 Brit sailors and Marines was a hoax concocted by the U.S. to incite a war with Iran. I'm going to give you an opportunity to read that again. The ridiculousness of this claim gives credence to the nickname that O'Donnell and those like her give to the word loon. I don't mean looney, like the context of the word in a Bugs Bunny cartoon, but loon as in the water fowl. If you have ever heard the cry of the loon you will no doubt recall the eerie sound it makes as its call echoes over the lake. Faint, but yet so powerful. The call makes me wonder if God put a permane...