Great Whites

Lucianne Goldberg was in Flames...

...and yet, she was not in the slightest way hot. Except of course her face, which was red and blistering from staring into the flames. Her son was begging her for another enema, yet she continued staring, as if going for a record; leaving the little dirtbag to slither off into the darkness looking for flesh.

In peacetime, the Goldbergs are noisy cankers swimming up the gutters of New York, looking for drinks. In crises times - created by them or not, they both display hard-ons and sound like official toughies. In either scenario, both mom and the issue of her loins enjoy helping uber-righties slurp up the semantic swill dripping from the insane posters that cozey up to Lucianne's message board like the pools of small fish that converge at the anus of a whale.

And that's why she named him Jonah.

Piltdown Patriots welcomes Lucianne and Jonah Goldberg !