Musings of the Snarkiest Bastard on the Internets — January 1, 2011 to May 4, 2012

Because you never want to be nude in a hotel that’s losing money — May 4, 2012 to May 9, 2012 (by RJP)

If you wear a jockstrap and tennis shoes in St. Louis, the blacks will leave you alone — May 9, 2012 to May 28, 2012 (author unknown)

Teaching half-naked spaghetti heads how to do stoner dances since 2003 — May 28, 2012 to September 27, 2012

I Am Cade Poulos (RIP) — September 27, 2012 to November 28, 2012

Qui Snarket Adipiscitur — November 28, 2012 to January 13, 2013

Insert one trillion dollar coin for every 15 minutes of reading, please — January 13, 2013 to April 30, 2013

Daily Ook — April 30, 2013 to June 21, 2013

Everything Is Either Racist or Causes Cancer — June 21, 2013 to June 27, 2013 (by Bon)

Creepy Ass Cracker — June 27, 2013 to July 23, 2013

RIP, JDB — July 23, 2013 to September 2, 2013

I would do anything for love, but I will not twerk. — September 2, 2013 to September 13, 2013

I used to have dreams, but they drowned in a spreadsheet. — September 13, 2013 to November 15, 2013

Whatever Nicholas Stix wants my next slogan to be. — November 15, 2013 to December 10, 2013

But none of my very best friends are black. — December 10, 2013 to January 17, 2014

At the end of the day, the day is over, and in the final analysis, there are no more analyses left to be done. — January 17, 2014 to April 29, 2014

I stand with Donald Sterling. — April 29, 2014 to August 14, 2014

I stand with the militarized police over the black undertow eight days out of seven every week. — August 14, 2014 to December 5, 2014

Those that only suffer microaggressions should only start microriots. — December 5, 2014 to December 27, 2014

I resolve in 2015 to be more than just a dot on the neo-reactionary map. — December 27, 2014 to January 28, 2015

Your one-stop source for clear, concise, inside-the-box thinking. — January 28, 2015 to August 24, 2015

The only chance you’ll ever have to get inside the mind of a passive-aggressive snake. — August 24, 2015 to October 2, 2015

I woke up this morning on the wrong side of history. — October 2, 2015 to November 18, 2015

If you see something, say something, just as long as you don’t notice anything. — November 18, 2015 to December 1, 2015

I don’t control my own destiny; I need a lot of help to get into the playoffs. — December 1, 2015 to February 10, 2016

This soapbox is slippery when wet. — February 10, 2016 to April 6, 2016

I don’t care who casts the votes or who counts the votes. I care about who interprets the results. — April 6, 2016 to June 3, 2016

Among competing hypotheses, the one with the most cynicism should be selected. — June 3, 2016 to August 22, 2016

Does your parole officer know you’re trolling my comment section? — August 22, 2016 to September 10, 2016

I’m the mystery meat in the sandwich you’ll find in the basket of deplorables. — September 10, 2016 to October 13, 2016

I’d rather be judged by twelve than carried by fourteen. — October 13, 2016 to March 28, 2017

Otherwise known by my porn name, Countblogula. — March 28, 2017 to April 18, 2017

Blah blah blah, egdy witty wisecrack, BOOM. — April 18, 2017 to May 24, 2017

Our diversity makes us more diverse. — May 24, 2017 to June 6, 2017

Our society’s fidget spinner. — June 6, 2017 to June 28, 2017

I plan to kill democracy in broad daylight. — June 28, 2017 to January 15, 2018

This weblog is a blues riff in B, watch me for the changes, and try to keep up, okay? — January 15, 2018 to April 11, 2018

St. Louis’s Premier and Only Red Pill Dispensary (All Praise Due to Kek) — April 11, 2018 to July 17, 2018