Sipsey Street Irregulars: My momma always said not to speak ill of the dead. . .

Sunday, July 8, 2012

My momma always said not to speak ill of the dead. . .

Janet Reno's brother, anti-firearm rights columnist Robert Reno, is dead.

Here's an example of his work from 1997. Can't say I'm going to miss excrement like this.

Of course, Ol' Bob didn't have much of a problem with his sister frying Davidian babies. It was all the Davidians' fault, don't you know?

10 comments:

Anonymous said...: "De Morituri nihil nisi Bonum" Is that what you are looking for??

Dale; July 8, 2012 at 12:18 PM
Anonymous said...: Looks like Robert is well and truly fermenting now at the ripe old age of 72. Good riddance. Hope Janet joins him soon, though it is a bit sad to think she might die of natural causes after the murders she ordered.; July 8, 2012 at 1:17 PM
anon said...: "The good that men do live after them, and the evil is interred with their bones."; July 8, 2012 at 2:37 PM
Anonymous said...: That was hilarious. Those great 90s lies like "plastic guns" made an appearance. Haven't seen that one in a while.

Best part though was characterizing the SA as "right wing." Seriously, what?; July 8, 2012 at 2:58 PM
Anonymous said...: "Can't say I'm going to miss excrement like this." Well call my momma irresponsible. I never heard it isn't nice to talk ill of, let alone to spit on a dead person. I don't think the Mafia did either. So, listen up Janet. Fuck your brother, and fuck you too you lying sack of shit murderer. You should be dead too..from execution. Your a disgrace to humanity. You spread misery and death where ever you go. You are a walking vomit. A spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. Your life is a monument to depravity. Your a worthless bag of filth. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done.
Your mother, bless her heart, pinched your umbilical cord upon seeing the chromosomally aberrant caricature of a coprophagic cloacal parasitic pond scum she had just birthed. You are a revulsion, an ogre, a malformity and a waste of flesh, and your stench permeates the entire universe. Somewhere, at some time, someone will rid this planet of your ignoble blood. And I'll join the rest of humanity that SPITS IN YOUR WRETCHED, PUTRID DEAD FACE. Till then, FUCK YOU.; July 8, 2012 at 3:48 PM
Anonymous said...: So, Anonymous.. Tell us how you really feel...? ;)

Oh keep of the blog comments- will a voting feature be turned on sometime soon.?; July 8, 2012 at 9:29 PM
Anonymous said...: Bill Clinton ordered the Waco murders. Janet was 'just following orders'.

Anon at 1:48 PM: Your post is so good, I'm going to steal it! I always admire a man who commands the King's English.; July 8, 2012 at 10:06 PM
Mr. White, Reservoir Dog Groomer said...: @@ ANONYMOUS 1:48 PM :

You win the prize for creative writing and if you ever decide to do Hallmark cards, sign me up for ten of whatever you write.
Gee, wish I'd said that!; July 8, 2012 at 11:17 PM
Gunny G said...: My momma said the same thing but I never learned that lesson. Too bad he didn't take serial killer Janet Reno with him.; July 8, 2012 at 11:27 PM
Anonymous said...: My mother was dutiful in that regard. However, Mz. Reno and spawn of their mother do not deserve any respect. Good riddance to him and hopefully she will follow him soon. Would that I had some intercourse in her circles, I would gladly expend whatever time and energy required to bring her current experience to its logical conclusion.; July 9, 2012 at 3:41 AM

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