Ding, Dong, Saddam is Dead

I’ve been cleaning out closets, totin’ stuff to Goodwill, reorganizing my kitchen, wading through the Christmas living room aftermath and working the year-end shred-a-thon, so I haven’t even listened or read any news the last few days. So I missed hearing about the deaths of James Brown, President Gerald Ford and Saddam the Fiend.

Like The Anchoress, I have always had mixed feelings about executions. That being said, Saddam’s execution is his final answer. Yes, Saddam, you do have to pay for the sins you’ve committed. Yes, Saddam, you do have to answer to your god of violence for slaughtering innocents. Yes, Saddam, you do get to join your sons in hell. No virgins for you, buddy-roh. Now you’re just a tiny pebble at the bottom of the pool of people you massacred.

Only time and history will tell if the removal of this man will parallel the removal of another mustachioed dictator.

UPDATE: Dearborn MI has the largest population of Iraqis in the US. And man, are they HAPPY! Be sure and follow all the The Anchoress’ links – she’s got it all covered.

UPDATE II: Siggy posts on this very same subject, with deep and thoughful writing. He, too, muses about little Adolph, and all the “what if’s” that go with the death of any iconic figure (evil or not).

Saddam was no more a common criminal than was Adolph Hitler. Saddam, like Hitler, was the embodiment of evil. His crimes were not committed out of some self serving need or moment of passion. The evil and genocide were a direct extension of the evil and hate he espoused, promulgated and implemented. Evil isn’t a crime and evil isn’t self serving. Evil, is by definition the real multicultural truth: the intent and destiny of evil is to destroy all morality and all culture and all society, everywhere. Support or turn a blind eye to evil in one place and the virus will spread.

[…] Denial in the Arab world and on the left runs deep. In the crisp, cold light of reality, it is clear that neither the west nor Israel humiliated Arab world, notwithstanding the desperate desire of the left and Arab world for that to be true. In fact, it was and remains the inability of the Arabs to rid itself of tyrants like Saddam that continues to humiliate the Arab world.

The Christmas Memories, Part 4

Did you know the Wise Men were fireman?

A few years ago, at the same little church of this memory, but a couple of years afterward, we were having a candlelight Christmas Eve service with children singing, Communion, etc. When the time for Communion came, each pew, when indicated by the ushers, would procede to the front alter rail and receive the (real) bread and the grape juice. Very orderly. Very solemn.

Not this Christmas Eve.

We had a younger pastor then. He was praying up a storm over the Host and then he said it – “..and the Wise Men came from a far..”. Now normally, that’s not an unusual sentence in itself. But say it out loud, with a goodly Southern drawl – like this – “…and the Wiize Min came from ah fire…”

My best pal and I were sitting on the same pew with our herd of children. We burst into the snorting, whispered giggles, you know, the kind that make you choke and wheeze and cry BIG tears. We couldn’t even look at each other without making it worse. Another friend handed us a couple of tissues. We couldn’t stop. When it was time to go forward, we were still heaving with giggles. My husband, handing out bread, looked at me like “What in blazes is going on back there?” I couldn’t eat the bread. I was afraid to drink any grape juice for fear of it coming out of my nose. So I took a tiny sip and took my chuck of bread back to the pew with me. We got back to the pew with no incident, breathed a big sigh of relief that we’d not be nabbed by the old ladies, but when I showed her my wad of dough, off we went again.

My oldest, by then just old enough to be mortified by her way-uncool mother, pointed her menacing finger at us and wailingly whispered “MMMAAAHMM, Shut Up!”.

Medical Press Conference Alert!

Obi: Ladies and gentlemen, please have a seat…the press conference is about to begin

Yes, it’s true that Obi’s Sister did have a office visit with her personal physician yesterday. In the interest of all fairness, and to avoid the appearance that we are hiding anything from the omnipotent press, we will announce that her physician did deem it necessary to step a blood pressure medication up to the next dosage. Otherwise, all systems were in working order. I’ll take a few questions from the floor:

Q: Can you tell us why the medication was increased?

Obi: No, I’m not sure why, I’m sure it’s a private medical matter.

Q: Is it true that her HBP is caused by her teenage children?

Obi: I really wouldn’t care to speculate on that. After all they are my nieces and nephews…

Q: Well, to follow up…. we all know that her oldest is home for college break…

Obi: And we should all be happy that the family is reunited for this joyous holiday season. Aren’t your children home for break as well?

Q: As a person of public status, will Obi’s Sister become a more active advocate for HBP?

Obi: I’m not sure I know the answer to that, but I’m sure you know that Obi’s Sister is well-versed in her own health care and will step forward as a spokesperson if she deems it necessary or is asked to do so by the American Heart Association or other worthy group. Besides, I don’t believe that being a minor anonymous blogger qualifies her as a “person of public status”.

Q: Was any blood drawn or other tests scheduled?

Obi: I really wouldn’t care to speculate on that – it’s private information between Obi’s Sister and her doctor.

Q: Did she get a sucker or any stickers?

Obi: I don’t know – but I will tell you she prefers chocolate over suckers. And stickers usually end up going through the laundry, causing great unhappiness at the gooey mess.

Q: So … let me get this straight…withholding important information from the American public…there was a conscious decision made that, okay, we’re not going to tell anybody because this is medical privacy, this is something for us, it’s not for anyone else…

Obi: Well, I don’t know, if you’ll be happy to share all your private medical information, maybe we can change it around. But I don’t think that’s appropriate, nor does Obi’s Sister. She’s got the same privacy rights when it comes to her medical information that you and I do.

Q: But was the decision made not to share it?

Obi: Yes, in the sense — let me put it this way: It never occurred to anybody that this would be a big deal. It never occurred — but suddenly everybody is all up in arms over a very small, private issue in Obi’s Sister’s over-all health.

Q: HBP can kill, can cause strokes and heart attacks. It can be very serious.

Obi: Yes, that’s true, but on this particular office visit – none of those problems were detected.

Q: But she could still — it could be a platform.

Obi: You guys are really stretching it. I mean, it is now officially a really slow news day.

Ok, thanks, folks, that’s all the time we have for questions. Have a great day. And get a frickin’ life….

The Christmas Memories, Part 3

One year we actually got to stay home ALL day on Christmas Day….

It was the year I should have bought stock in oatmeal bath. The chicken pox decimated our little elementary school, just in time for Christmas holidays.

The oldest was in first grade and had brought home the lovely little bumps the last week of school before Christmas holidays. So just as her million little bumps were slowing down, the little one got them. He was not quite 2 and still in diapers. He was absolutely covered with them on Christmas Day. She was scabby, but he looked downright pitiful.

So that year, everyone came to our house. In waves. They brought their food, their presents, their dogs. Grandmother even brought the Roast Beast. The kids stayed in their pajamas all day. And played and played and played.

And that night, as the kids were finally down, I decided that despite the illnesses, it was a great Christmas because the kids were happy and a good tired, not the over-sugared/over-stimulated tired they get with too much driving from our house to mountains of presents at two grandparent’s houses all in one day. They actually got to play with their toys and we had time to talk & visit. And (I guess) out of respect to the kids being sick, the grinchy grandparent territorial sniping/one-upsmanship did not even appear.

The chicken pox didn’t keep Christmas from coming… Somehow or other, it came just the same.

Grinch-i-ness … UPDATED

If some TV yahoo can invent a word, so can I ….. Grinchiness.

As in….

Example #1: Cynthia McKinney’s parting shot. This woman’s level of cluelessness is at the galactical level. It is the President’s fault she lost her district? No. Is it the Vice-President’s fault she lost her district? No. Is it Rummy’s fault she lost her district. No. But that doesn’t stop her from one last desperate attempt to blame someone else for her idiocy. You can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear, honey. Go home. Or better yet, go away.

Example #2: Theives follow man to church to steal his Christmas purchase. Let’s do the math…Buckhead to Douglas County is about 30 miles. I guess that’s not to far to drive to STEAL something, is it?

Example #3: Gov. Sonny Purdue, safely reelected, now floats the idea of cutting benefits for state retirees, including retired teachers. Or raising their rates. Or both. Hmmm…..pardon the expression, but that’s rich. While it may not happen (I personally think the teacher’s lobby will squash it), just the fact he mentions it all the while he’s pushing for higher education standards in the state is a bit hypocritical to me. No wonder Georgia has trouble attracting and retaining teachers. The pay is lower, the benefits are less, the paperwork is enormous, the classrooms are overcrowded and you always have to fear that some politician will pull the rug out from under you after you retire.

Example #4: A few weeks ago, I groused about being awakened by Christmas music before Thanksgiving had even rolled around. Well, now, there is a truly Grinchy twist….the same station was suddenly revamped with a Country Music format on Monday, 12/18. So imagine…being awakened by blaring COUNTRY MUSIC the week before Christmas. According to the website of the morning guys, it was sudden and now they are all out of a job. According to this Radio-Info board, it was moderately advertised on billboards mostly outside the Atlanta area. Atlanta is already saturated with Country stations, why do we need yet another? You can address your displeasure to Clear Channel here and email the Radio contact Sanda Coyle at sandacoyle@clearchannel.com.

A little Fun with Carols…

Over at Fausta, Maria sent Christmas Carols for the Psychologically Challenged:

1) Schizophrenia—- Do You Hear What I Hear, the Voices, the Voices?

2) Amnesia– I Don’t Remember If I’ll be Home for Christmas

3) Narcissistic– Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me

4) Manic– Deck The Halls And Walls And House And Lawn And Streets And Stores And Office And Town And Cars And Buses And Trucks And Trees And Fire Hydrants And………..

5) Multiple Personality Disorder—-We Three Queens Disoriented Are

6) Paranoid—Santa Claus Is Coming To Get Us

7) Borderline Personality Disorder— You Better Watch Out, You Better not Shout, I’m Gonna Cry, and I’ll not Tell You Why

8) Full Personality Disorder— Thoughts of Roasting You On an Open Fire

9) Obsessive Compulsive Disorder—Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells

10) Agoraphobia—I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day But Wouldn’t Leave My House

11) Senile Dementia—Walking In a Winter Wonderland Miles from My House in My Slippers and Robe

12) Oppositional Defiant Disorder—I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus So I Burned Down the House

13) Social Anxiety Disorder—Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas While I Sit Here and Hyperventilate

14) Attention Deficit Disorder–We Wish You……Hey Look!! It’s Snowing!!!

All this kinda fits the Scroogey mood I’ve been in. Friday evening, hubby, friends & I took in a performance of “Boys of the Lough” after a rousing dinner at a local Irish pub. We were calling the outing our “Irish Culture Night”. I had so looked forward to the concert – Celtic Christmas tunes, haunting melodies and lively surely would stir me out of this funk and lift my mood. Don’t get me wrong, it was a lovely concert. And worth every dime just to hear Silent Night sung in Gaelic. I just could have done without the lefty comments about WMD and democracies and such coming from the stage. What place do such comments have in a Christmas celebration? In any country?

WitNit, via the Anchoress, also takes a stab (no pun intended) at some Christmas carols.

…got me to thinking about what songs ol’ Hannibal the Cannibal would be listening to over the holiday. Oh I know…it’s disgusting. No…it’s FUNNY!

While you’re at it, go vote for my blog-mother, so to speak – she’s nominated for Grande Conservative Blogress Diva by Gay Patriot. She was also nominated for Best Individual Blog but lost to heavy hitter James Lileks. That’s ok – it’s fun to be in the company of giants. =-)

While I’m punning, be sure to read Siggy’s post where John Kerry is called “a saint”. No really, read the whole thing. You’ll LYAO. Stick that in your stocking and smoke it, Mr. Heinz!

The Christmas Memories, Part 2

The best Santa, EVER.

My oldest was around 2 years old and absolutely terrified of Santa. We’d had two annual Christmas pictures so far, both with me in Santa’s lap too and her mouth open quite wide, obviously in a cavernous scream. Like those Harry Potter pictures that move about. Ear-splitting. Poor fellas, no wonder the Mall Santas make so much. Just think what they have to put up with.

It was a weekday and I’d taken the day off, and along with my mom had trekked up to Lenox Square. The great Lenox, before they remodeled it yet again and now it looks like every other mall in the world.

She had on a red dress with a white collar and a rocking horse applique. Red tights. Black Mj’s. Little red bow in her still wispy hair. Adorable.

Back then, the Santa set-up was up around the Rich’s mall entrance. His “village” was Russian themed and he was just beautiful. The hair, the beard, especially his outfit. His chair was really a sleigh. Someone had paid a tremendous amount of detail. I was standing there admiring him and he motioned me over. The little one immediately started screaming, clutching my leg.

There was no line. For 45 minutes, he talked to her, softly and gently, and she inched her way closer. Three feet away, two feet away, one foot away. Then next to the sleigh. Then touching the sleigh. Then stepping into the sleigh. By this time, the tears were streaming down my face. Then sitting down on the sleigh bench, but not to close. Then a little closer. Then a little closer. She pats him on the leg. Then for the first time, he looked up at me, never breaking character, and using that soft, deep voice of his, he said – “Mom, you can take the picture now.” Then he turns to her and still talking, gives her the little bell necklace he gave to everyone else. She jumps down all happy and smiles. He winks his twinkly eye at me. She waves good-bye.

I turn around to leave and all the elves are crying to. I asked one if she was ok, and she said “Yes, He’s always that way.” No line ever formed to rush us. He was in no hurry. It was magical.

Every year we went back. He remembered us and when little brother came along, he would be instructed by her what to say and how to act. He was HER Santa and therefore, completely in charge. It was the highlight of our Christmas season.

Then one year, he wasn’t there. It was a different Santa. So I went up to the concierge desk to inquire as to where I might find him. The sweet Southern lady said, “Oh Honey, he died back in August. He had cancer.” As I burst into tears, she patted my hand and said “Alot of people have had that reaction.”

He was The Best Santa, EVER.

Scammin’ Imams and Smelly Rats

At a time when our thoughts should be turning toward peace on earth, benevolence toward our fellow man, family gatherings and the celebration of our Lord’s birth, we are continually distracted by the world-wide media blaring the fake news and ridiculous posings of supposed religious leaders railing at high decibels to whatever cameras will point in their general direction. “I’m not an imam, but I played one on TV….see…that’s me on Fox News….I’m famous!”

As with anything related to Radical Islam, everything you see on the surface is a lie. The Big Agenda. The Flying Imams story is nothing but a ploy to extort even more money from the US. And if they can’t get it in the form of humanitarian aid, they’ll get it through lawsuits. Just another form of jizya, folks. However, this one was deliberately planned.

[Madhi] Bray’s initial statement about the incident had an all-American, see-you-in-court ring. He demanded “large financial compensation for the imams,” adding, “We want US Airways and any other airline displaying this type of behavior against Muslims to be hit where it hurts, the pocketbook.”

While one angle is reported in the American media, Middle Eastern media reports a completely different agenda…

But the report on the Iranian website, which has appeared on a variety of Muslim websites worldwide, had a larger primary focus. After the imams incident, it quoted Bray as saying Muslims want “new, broad-sweeping legislation that will extract even larger financial and civil penalties for any airline that participates in racial and religious profiling.”

The report is optimistic that Rep. Keith Ellison, the first Muslim elected to Congress, will lend his support to new legislation. Ellison, it says, has expressed his opposition to “such racial and religious profiling.” Ellison, through a spokesman, declined to comment.

So that’s it….now they want to influence our legislative process….

The End of Racial Profiling Act has languished until now. What did it need to reinvigorate it? New congressional leadership, and that’s coming in January. But it needed something else in this media age: a high-profile incident to jump-start it.

What better than the media circus at the Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport on Nov. 20?

And look at (delinked) the timing of it….right before the hajj. CAIR is even distributing directions on how to harass airline employees, with aims for high settlements. More jizya. And see, there’s that agenda word again.

I definitely smell a rat here. A big, fat smelly rat. The Anchoress is tired of all the whining and pouting – so am I. Just take a look at the other “high-profile” incidents that have “happened” this past year. See a pattern? I sure do… Ed Morrissey has more...

Related: Office of the Inquisitor, Diabolic Delight, The Big Lie.

 

He was Very Popular

Sad, sad news. Peter Boyle died yesterday.What a Lovable Creature

Most will remember him as Raymond’s dad.

Forever, for me, he will be Gene Wilder’s creation in Young Frankenstein.

In the dining room…

Dr. Frankenstein: As the minuteness of the parts formed a great hindrance to my speed, I resolved therefore to make the Creature of gigantic stature. Of course, that would simplify everything.

Inga: In other words, his veins, his feet, his hands, his organs, would all have to be increased in size.

Dr. Frankenstein: Exactly.

Inga: He would have an enormous schwanzstucker.

Dr. Frankenstein: That goes without saying.

Igor: He’s going to be very popular.

Two other cast members have gone on before him: Marty Feldman and Madeline Kahn. He also had a guest spot on The X-Files that won him an Emmy, if I remember correctly. Yep.

He’s finally found the Sweet Mystery of Life

UPDATE: Here’s a very sweet tribute from his niece, Clare Duffy.

The Anchoress wonders why CBS removed it’s tribute post – was it self-censorship – in other words, “people” might be offended by “Holy Crap!”.  So let me get this straight… It’s okay to say every 5 minutes in a sitcom, but not okay to mention in homage of the man who immortalized the words in such a hilarious way?  Or is it “situational censorship”?  Well, “Holy Crap!!” on that!

Turtle Hearts and Donkeys

In a fascinating new study on the life span of turtles, we see that turtles live so long that their genes are now being studied for unique longevity properties. Very interesting reading, even the part about

In fact, if turtles didn’t get eaten, crushed by an automobile or fall prey to a disease, he [Dr. Raxworthy] said, they might just live indefinitely.

Oh course, the Global-Warming-Sky-Is-Flying-Yahoos will freak out and try to ban cars and turtle-soup based on that statement alone, but the item that really caught my eye was this….

Turtles have the power to almost stop the ticking of their personal clock. “Their heart isn’t necessarily stimulated by nerves, and it doesn’t need to beat constantly,” said Dr. George Zug, curator of herpetology at the Smithsonian Institution. “They can turn it on and off essentially at will.”

I wonder, could turtles be the lost ancestral root of the Democratic party? It seems that one of the prized traits of a modern day liberal Democrat is this internal flip-flop light-switch…

Just take a look at the wreck that ol’ Jimmah has become.

Very Int-ter-resting…..

Muhammad 101

Michelle Malkin has an excellent, EXCELLENT interview with Robert Spencer, author of The Truth About Muhammad and proprietor of JihadWatch, over at HotAir.

Excellent outlines, explanations about Islam, Muhammad, Jihad – all in plain, easy to understand English. Watch it several times.

There WILL be a quiz.

UPDATE: Here’s part 2.

The Christmas Memories, Part 1

Somewhere during the Christmas blitzkreig, I plan to write a series of posts about my favorite Christmas memories.

Here’s one:

The Kids are 3 & 7. My husband is serving a small Methodist church in metro Atlanta. This particular Christmas, we put on a child’s Nativity pageant during the morning service. We had a good range of children’s age groups, but a particularly large and unruly crop of 3-4 year olds – mostly BOYS. Everyone was in costume. With appropriate accessories. My oldest was an angel, all white with tinselly wings and halo. One of the other angel was another 6 year old girl who had a propensity of pulling her dress up over her head whenever she was in front of the church. This day was no exception. There’s Mary & Joseph (both around age 6) at the manger. If I remember correctly, Baby Jesus was a REAL baby. (Baby A?? -D, help me here). The wise men and shepherds were all 3-4 year olds. I am in the vestibule, in charge of the thundering herd of children to be send down the aisle at the appropriate time. To the sounds of carols, the children process down the aisle very cutely and sweetly to visit the tiny Holy Family (angels to the sides all around). The shepherds (of which my least’un was one) carried adorable little stuffed sheep about a foot tall with little bells on their collars. They processed down the aisle, little bells tingling, and promptly threw their little sheepies in the manger with the baby Jesus. The little bells went tingle, tingle, thunk. Then the little wise guys tromped down the aisle and promptly added their fine gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh to the pile in the manger. Thunk, thunk, clank. Baby Jesus just wiggled and giggled, covered with stuff. Then they all crowded around the manger, hanging on the sides, like kids do when they smother the birthday boy opening his presents. Priceless.

The parents were crying, they were laughing so hard!

Happy Birthday Jesus, sheep and all!

In Dire Need of Mending

Peter Kann, chairman of Dow Jones, has pinned an excellent commentary on The Media Is In Need of Some Mending. While he says “Some”, I believe the appropriate word is more along the lines of “Dire”. Read the whole thing.

You’ll be relieved to know that [Thomas] Jefferson did remain true to his primary principle: “The press,” he concluded, “is an evil for which there is no remedy. Liberty depends upon freedom of the press and that cannot be limited without being lost.” He was right then, and we are right now, to prefer a free press, however flawed, to any controlled alternative. Still, as we watched CNN flashing its pre-election logos each day — “Broken Borders,” “Broken Government,” “Broken Politics,” Broken Everything — I can’t help thinking the media, too, is in need of some mending.

He goes on to list 10 current media trends that should disturb anyone’s sensibilities:

  1. The blurring of the lines between journalism and entertainment.
  2. The blurring of lines between news and opinion.
  3. The blending of news and advertising, sponsorships or other commercial relationships.
  4. The problems and pitfalls inherent in pack journalism.
  5. The issue of conflict and context.
  6. The exaggerated tendency toward pessimism.
  7. The growing media fascination with the bizarre, the perverse and the pathological — John Mark Karr journalism.
  8. Social orthodoxy, or political correctness.
  9. The media’s short attention span.
  10. The matter of power.

At its best news informs and enlightens the citizens of a free society and thereby safeguards and strengthens our democracy. At its worst — dishonest, unfair, irresponsible — the media has potential to erode the public trust on which its own success depends and to corrode the democratic system of which it is so indispensably a part.

I wonder if anyone at AP will bother to read it. The Anchoress’ excellent round-up has all the links fit to print on APGate’s “Dammit, it’s right because we said so”…

Finally, the AP is still insisting that its “six men burned alive, four mosques torched” story is true, – just because they say it is, dammit, even though no one can be found to substantiate it. Confederate Yankee notes that most bloggers on the left seem okay with the press going “Truthy” as long as it’s a truthiness they like. Dangerous game, that. Grow a monster like that, and eventually it is gonna bite you, too. CY and Flopping Aces are responding to the AP an organization which is taking umbrage at daring to be questioned by mere bloggers, but still not willing to look too deeply into its own sources. MIchelle Malkin has a good roundup on that story. And more here. Doug Ross has some fun at the press’ expense, too.

Thomas Jefferson once described the press this way (after seven years of severe criticism): “I deplore the putrid state into which our newspapers have passed, and the malignity, the vulgarity and the mendacious spirit of those who write them.”

Seems nothing much has changed.

A little Anti-Grinchiness…UPDATED

Two things that make me VERY happy….See the dimples?

Dimples (AKA David Pollack) is now out of his halo. For those not BullDawg-aware, David Pollack is the former UGA All-American and Lombardi winner who went on to play for the Cincinnati Bengals. Since breaking his neck in his second pro season, he’s been the focus of heaps of prayers by the BullDawg nation for his safe and speedy recovery. Looks like things are moving along a little ahead of schedule! Go Dawgs!

Alexandra of AllThingsBeautiful is back in the saddle after an extended absence. “TypePad is on [her] fatwa list”…kinda like Cingular is on mine. 6 weeks until my contract expires with those dastardly cheats and I’m free! But I digress…the universe is safe again with Alexandra out there tellin’ it like it is!

UPDATE:  Found out today that David needs surgery on his neck to repair the injury.  The surgery will be in the next few weeks.

The Dog Ate My Homework and other Friday Perpenticulars

Honestly, I don’t make this stuff up…..

I can see it now… the lastest round of excuses in this Muslim Woman’s Disrupted Prayers at the Gym routine. ‘Cept, instead of the usual whiney, entitlement spew we’re becoming accustomed to hearing, I think it will breed an entire new crop of excuses for being late to work, late back from lunch, missing homework etc. How’s about:

  • Seriously, Mr. BossMan, I was late today because I couldn’t get to my locker at the gym because this woman was laying in front of my locker and like, I couldn’t disturb her, you know, so I couldn’t get my clothes out, so I couldn’t get dressed or get my car keys or my purse and all and that’s why I’m late.
  • I’m sorry, Ms. Taylor, I couldn’t finish my art project because you see this lady was laying on my bookbag and all my art pencils were in it, you know, and she’d wrinkled the paper. I think she was asleep, but she kept talking really softly, you know, and I was afraid I’d be yelled at if I asked her to move. Mom told me not to talk to strangers. Besides, she was scary, you know, I couldn’t see her face. She was dressed all in blue, like a Smurf. I’m sorry. Please don’t make me write sentences again.
  • Seriously, Mr. BossMan, we left the restaurant with plenty of time to get back, but you see, there were these six guys on rugs laying in front of the parking garage. Nobody would ask them to move. They kept swaying and yelling Allah or something like that. Traffic was backed up for quite a bit. Then there was a fight. And the police came but those guys kept yelling Allah.

Seeeee? How easy was that? Now, you try it……

In Clayton County, home of the BossHawgMoron, the courts have finally decided what color the walls of the courthouse can be painted. This fella has to be the most inept, litigious sheriff since that Nottingham dude. Look it up, Victor.

The Democrats continue to aid and abet our enemies. Maybe when some city is evaporated, some mucky-muck up in DC will say ‘GEEE, do ya think we might could have jailed these traitors before a milliion people were killed?’ I guess it’s ok as long as the bombs aren’t pointed at your own district.

Is this woman wearing a shirt? At first glance, it can be a bit disconcerting. I don’t know if the Fug Girls do politics or not. They should take a crack at Adrianna. Especially since SHE, of ALL PEOPLE, says that Hillary is fake. (Insert side-splitting laughter here).

The Iraq Study Group’s report has people waxing their fruit. Literally.

In the ever entertaining world of Sleaze, we see that ‘B’ music singer (as in ‘B’ movie actor) Gwen Stefani is whispered to have been bequethed Madonna’s Great Missle Bra from the Sky. Salieri would be SOOOO PROUD.

And while we’re on the subject of appropriate undergarments and the wearing of said foundations in public, The Divine Miss M admits to wearing some. And lots of them.

Finally, Dr. Sanity sets the record straight. (I love it!) I think the term “repetition compulsion” applies to Ol’ Victor (see above).

Have a great weekend.

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