Has some trendy place in Manhattan now started offering bags of meat or something? I'm baffled. Help me out here, coasties. Woefully behind on trendy food.

We've got the mumbling vaccine conspiracist and unsuccessful documentarian Bill Maher asking Obama to repeal the "Don't ask, don't tell" policy because "it will make Rush Limbaugh explode like a bag of meat dropped from a helicopter." Thus signifying that, like practically everyone else who predicts Rush's reactions, he has never listened to Rush in his life.

Last week, we had Keith Olbermann describing the fetching Michelle Malkin as "a mashed up bag of meat with lipstick." Which leads to all sorts of uncomfortable speculation about what bizarre kinky things go on in Keef's head. Because everyone knows there's some weird shit in that attic.

Having met Mrs Malkin, I never thought to describe her as a mashed-up bag of meat. More like a petite and attractive Filipina with two young boys, who was a little seasick at the time, but not discernably mashed up.

Is this a Kos thing, or an Aquateen thing, or a little of both?

In 60s, 70s it would ref the infamous West Side highway underside after hrs "meat Racks" McSorley's fe-Male Fist powers with African Rubber Trees latex gloves acts--testicles --side of things-- factories running from Soho-to 14th St--

". . . the fetching Michelle Malkin . . ."

What, exactly is she "fetching?" Possibly stray dogs?

That's a bag of cat meat.

on this thread is Woolley. But I suppose you'll do for a stopgap.

My own prosaic theory is that the image leapt fully-formed like Athena from Keef's cesspool of a mind directly into Maher's speech the following week. Because Maher obviously watches Keef, along with three other people, and he must've said to himself "Bag of meat! That's awesome! Wish I'd thought of that."

smart liberals and conservative pundits and journalists would ghost ride these Fray boards and swipe catch phrases composed on the fly from regulars and sometimes abscond with most of an entire essay and claim that they made it up from inside their own pointed skull. Good times. Good times.

I think our current media generation of pundits and comedians are getting stuff exclusively off of Youtube clips now or obscure political blogs. Do a Youtube search on meat bags and see what comes up . . . besides your lunch that is.

Of course . . . I'm just guessing here.

Weeeeellll, I call them sacks o' shit; stool specimens; bags of monkey shit; painted turds; shitheads, shitlips; and just plain shit.

Their bags of meat insult seems almost benign by comparison. Of course, I don't do it on national TV; but odds are that I have a bigger audience than Olberman.

Jack

... so I'll let you in on a little secret.

The weekly liberal talking points planning meeting, at which (among other things) insults are discussed, involves everybody arguing with everybody else* until something like a consensus is formed. Following the meeting, the liberals get into their Smarts and their Priuses and their electric motor assisted recumbent bicycles (with little orange flags on top so the rest of us can see them) and proceed to do whatever they planned on doing anyway.

On a different topic, really? You think Michelle Malkin is attractive? What is it with conservatives thinking their not-terribly-attractive female pundits are good-looking?

* In a non-confrontational way

I just realized that Michelle Malkin looks completely different from how I thought she looked, and she is pretty cute.

I was thinking of Michelle Bachmann, who is (a) not cute, and (b) crazy.

Have never met Mrs Malkin, being forced to make do with elderly schoolgirl Maureen Dowd, or possibly Helen Thomas. I, however, have met this entrancing Asian temptress. As she woozily handed off the kids to hubby, I made my move. She swayed across the tossing deck to presumably retch over the rail, and I seized her by her delicate Filipina elbow. Gazing intently into her dark exotic eyes, I opened the mouth of a paper bag I had just obtained from the duty free shop. We didn't need to speak. She opened those full, ripe lips and ralphed right there, with all the visceral intensity of a special comment.

I felt honored to have held her hair. Also, a bag of meat, which I have kept to this day.

sheerest poetry.

That guy on the street corner every Tuesday afternoon has a bigger audience than Olbermann, once you subtract all the conservatives who watch him to provide mockery fodder.

Could be they're using "bag of meat" as a TV-friendly version of "sack of shit", but it seems to have taken them a while to come up with this devastating epithet.

Though you're probably right. I well remember the time I posted "Doggy Style" to the Joe the Veep site, which is linked to my main email. I'm still getting bestiality emails months later.

Bago meet.

You're welcome. One of these days, you will learn how to use these innernets, too.

... five minutes before you posted this. Further, I never said that liberal pundits were terribly good looking. I'm hurt.

But it was a nice story, so not all is lost.