Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Laura Ingraham: Back Alley Radio Slut

Prostitution happens to you because of troubles you had. In reality no woman would choose to do that. —Catherine Deneuve

There she is, shrieking, trying to show how right she is. She asks a question and interrupts while the answer is given so as to confuse the issue. Making fun of people and degrading them. Great credentials, but a view so narrow as to be myopic. Defender of Reagan, President of the Iran Contra scandal, Mr. Forgetful who conveniently couldn't recall anything. She, along with Rush Limbaugh and Sean Hannity amuse and entertain a nation of sheep who believe their blather as gospel while being sold Sleep Number™ beds, Zicam™, George Bush's war and all manner of products.

Hate mongers one and all, preaching intolerance hate and fear. Proof that there is no God.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

The Book Of Robertson's Revelations

Whatsoever truth is brought unto us contrary to the word of God, it is not truth, but falsehood and error; whatsoever honour done unto God, disagreeth from the honour required by his word, it is not honour unto God, but blasphemy. —John Jewel


Pat Robertson said that God told him that sometime this year, probably in the fall, there would be a terrorist attack on the United States. God couldn’t specific as to whetr the attack would be nuclear or biological, but it could involve millions of U.S. citizens.

Robertson also claimed that the heavy rains in New England were ample proof that his prediction from last year in which numerous catastrophic storms along the gulf coast would wreak havoc on the inhabitants and cause millions of dollars in damage. The promised storms never materialized.

He also took credit for the infallible sun rising 365 times last year.

When reached at his condo for comment, God said, “Ya. know, that Robertson fellow really pisses me off! I've never said a word to the son-of-a-bitch. I've a good mind to tell him to bet on the Pittsburgh Steelers in the Super Bowl this year.”

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Goodbye Saddam,Hello New Boogyman


Now that we’ve managed to hand Saddam over to a bunch of thugs wearing ski masks and acting like the terrorists who beheaded Daniel Pearl and others, I suppose we should all be happy. Who’s going to be next? I see no difference between those people and our friends, the new government of Iraq headed by Nouri Al Maliki, except for the fact these terrorists are in power on this side of the conflict.

If we keep trying, I'm sure we can trump up a pretty good case against Mahmood Ahmadinejad, invade Iran and have him executed for his sins, real or imagined. Might has always made right, and let’s face it, when you win, you can do anything you want.

Me? I want to take a shower.

Sunday, December 31, 2006

The Passage Of Time


“Fast away the old year passes, Hail the new, ye lads and lasses.” —Welsh Carol

It seems only fair to note the old year’s passing and wish it good riddance. Not much good has come of this past year. Humanity should be just a little further along on its path to righteousness. But it would seem that even the religious are far from righteous. More like self-righteous. Maybe if we outlawed religion and concentrated on being human we might overcome our natural animal tendencies to break commandments and commit the seven deadly sins. To cease being hypocrites.

What’s that?

Oh, Never mind.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

An Officer And A Gentleman

“Honor and shame from no condition rise. Act well your part: there all the honor lies.
—Alexander Pope

President Gerald R. Ford died the day after Christmas, 2006.

A kinder, gentler president this country never had. To look on the smiling visage of the young naval officer in 1944 one would never surmise that he would be vaulted into the presidency over a series of bizarre occurrences, handed a can of worms by the country and ridiculed by a man who would create his career by performing pratfalls at the president’s expense.

He had to be a big man to pardon the Machiavellian monster, R.M. Nixon simply to get on with the business of state. He was lucky to get out of Washington intact. He may have been the last honorable president this country ever had.

The good, the innocent, the naive, the sincere are often duped or betrayed by those who survive them.





Thursday, December 14, 2006

How I Stopped Worrying And Learned To Love The War

It’s really quite easy, you know. One only needs to make believe that it’s a movie. A cartoon of life if you will. Lately it has taken on absurd overtones with the Baker/Hamilton Commission’s six-month study that came up with absolutely nothing new, and absolutely nothing that will be acted upon by our current president. So much wasted time.

And now the president, who was originally going to assess the situation and tell America what he intends to do, has decided to postpone any comment on what his actions might be until after the new year. Given the current scenario. we won’t know anything until next November.

Friday, December 08, 2006

You Spent Six Months Studyin' Iraq And You Want Me To What? You Must Think I’m Crazy!

“It is a short walk from the hallelujah to the hoot.—Vladimir Nabokov

Does anyone in their right mind think for one moment that George W. Bush is going to pay attention to what the Iraq study group advises? I think it just might have been a six-month stall by the administration. Regardless of what Bush says, we're not leaving Iraq in our lifetime.

And I don’t care what you call it, ”Cut and run,” ”The way forward,” or “Profit in confusion.” It still means,
“Staying the course.” Because the only person who can change this course in the next two years it Dubya hisself. And I don't think the decider has decided anything since he got us into Iraq.

We won't leave even if it means killing every last one of their civilians and evey last one of our soldiers. Does the term “meat” strike a familiar note? Every week we get blown up driving around Baghdad.

“What did you do in Baghdad, daddy?”

“I drove around in my HumVee looking for the enemy until he blew us up with a roadside bomb and we got killed and maimed.”

That's either a noble cause or a stupid idea, and I have a hunch which.

Has it occurred to anyone that the administration really wants us to stay in Iraq. Don't we need the oil? Why would we be building 16 new bases there. Why are there almost as many civilian contractors there as ground troops? And where is all that money going that is unaccounted for? Why am I asking stupid question?

Sunday, December 03, 2006

Jack D.Ripper Confides In Mandrake


Ripper: The base is being put on Condition Red. I want this flashed to all sections immediately.
Mandrake: (deferentially) Condition Red, sir, yes, jolly good idea. That keeps the men on their toes.
Ripper: Group Captain, I'm afraid this is not an exercise.
Mandrake: Not an exercise, sir?
Ripper: ...It looks like we're in a shooting war.
Mandrake: (politely irritated) Oh hell. Are the Russians involved, sir?
Ripper: ...It just came in on the Red Phone. My orders are for this base to be sealed tight, and that's what I mean to do, seal it tight. Now, I want you to transmit plan R, R for Robert, to the wing. Plan R for Robert...It looks like it's pretty hairy...Now last, and possibly most important - I want all privately-owned radios to be immediately impounded...They might be used to issue instructions to saboteurs. —Dr. Strangelove, or how I stopped worrying and learned to love the bomb.


What on earth makes a man do things to another man, be it brutally ignominious or kind. Seems like he’s always trying to get a leg up, as they say. Or as a dog might to prove who’s the top dog. Maybe it's just the pervasive pursuit of power.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Let’s Win One For The Ripper!


“I'm going to tell you something I've kept to myself for years. None of you ever knew Jack D. Ripper. It was long before your time. But you all know what a tradition he is at Air Force.

And the last thing he said to me, "George," he said, "sometime, when the team is up against it, and the breaks are beating the boys, tell 'em to go out there with all they got and win just one for the Ripper."

"I don't know where I'll be then, George", he said, "but I'll know about it; and I'll be happy." —George W. Bush inciting his troops

Once in great while, truly heroic steps must be taken to preserve our American way of life and our values, not to mention our precious bodily fluids. Even though we appear to be straying from the course by paying lip-service to modifying our position in Iraq, in reality, not one damn thing has changed. It’s not likely toever.

Friday, December 01, 2006

OK. So What If I Did It? I Did. Doh!


A totally amazed O.J. Simpson caught himself for murder today. He reeanacted the two mysterious thumps on the poolhouse wall, while a blindfolded Kato Kaylin once again proclaimed, “That’s it! That's what I heard. I really wasn't stoned!”

Simpson then proceeded to demonstrate how he brutally slaughtered his wife Nicole and her bandanna-wearing waiter friend, Ron Goldman, while singing the Umpa Lumpa song from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.

“Yeah, I did it.I did it and I'm glad! I knew I'd find him on a golf course,” said the victorious Simpson.

Simpson’s attorney, Johnny Cochran couldn't be reached for comment.

Thursday, November 30, 2006

Al Maliki Decides To Get Out Of Iraq


“Now the fact that terrorists throughout the world see this as an opportunity to defeat the United States, we have to be - and every Democratic candidate, even those who opposed us going in, now say we just simply can't cut and run.—Al D'Amato


In a surprise move,
Prime Minister Nouri al-Maliki stated that, since the United States would not get out of Iraq until its mission there propping up his puppet government was accomplished, he was moving his troops and fledgling government to Phoenix, Arizona.

Speaking to George W. Bush who appeared to him in a vision as a bouquet of daisies and roses, Al Maliki asked if he could have the window seat on the way to America.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Wiz You Is, Or Wiz You Ain't?


“The Democratic ethics package will break the link between lobbyists and legislation, where well-connected special interests write legislation that cost consumers more at the pharmacy and gas pump." —Nancy Pelosi

After hearing this, most members of congress could be seen laughing up their sleeves. Some were observed carrying large bags of what appeared to be money from their offices in the capitol to their chauffer-driven limos while muttering something like “...rather be safe than sorry.”

Others were heard to say, “I'll believe this when I see it,” and “...over my dead body!”

Monday, November 27, 2006

Very Open Thread





I dunno. I been runnin' around and not gettin' much done.

Puttin' up Xmas lights and taken the down and gettin' pissed off because nothing works like it should. I'll post again soon, but even civil war in Iraq isn't enough to get my attention at the moment. Guess that's just about as jaded and hollow I feel right now. There's a lot of crap right here at home (and I don't mean my house) that's wrong.

Most people are worse off, I know. That pisses me off too. Good thing not many people read this crap.

Friday, November 17, 2006

Turkey Begs For Pardon, Earns $14 The Hard Way

“Pride slays thanksgiving, but an humble mind is the soil out of which thanks naturally grow. A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves.
—Henry Ward Beecher


As usual, a number of perps were brought before the chief executive to appeal their case. Usually the president picks the prettiest one with the best excuse as to why he shouldn’t be eviserated and eaten.

A number of soldiers in attendance at the White House tried to plead with the president to alter his stance on the war in Iraq, but with his typical resolve and pride in what he considers his moral obligation, refused their petitiion and send them to Baghdad reiterating that, even though “we’re not staying the course,” we are indeed not leaving Iraq but changing in the way we stay the course. Many present were seen scratching their heads. The president had a quizical expression on his face and asked if anyone had a cigarette.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

McCain Gains Ground, Loses Soul


“Don't sell your soul to buy
peanuts for the monkeys.
—Dorothy Salisbury Davis

In an effort to head off a two-year-early sprint for the presidency by Rudy Guiliani, Senator John McCain’s face split open on an old scar and produced Satan.

According to Peter Brown of Yahoo News, “the Democratic takeover makes it much more likely Republican John McCain will be the next president of the United States.”

Shortly before the arival of his satanic majesty, McCain can be seen in what would appear to be extreme agony.

“It’s amazing his teeth didn’t break,” said a bystander speaking from the Capitol, “I could smell sulfur the way it was after Bush spoke at the UN. I've never seen a man in the process of losing his soul before.”

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Many Are Chosen, But Few Are Called

“No sinner is ever saved after the first twenty minutes of a sermon.—Mark Twain


Right behind McCain with even a bigger polling share of the Republican candidates at 27% is Rudy Guiliani. Looks like he's throwing his hat into the ring. I have no idea why an ex-mayor who rode the coat tails of the 9/11 catstrophe to some sort of perceived fame as a leader of men would ever do such a thing.

Here's a guy who shacked up with his mistress in the mayor’s residence while his wife was living out of a suitcase in a hotel room during the period of time he was busily divorcing her. Now he thinks he has a mandate to be president. Who's wearing the tinfoil hat? Vanity has no limits when it comes to love and politics...oh yeah, and war.

“Good thing they called us and gave us the heads-up before they imploded WTC Seven. Whooeee! That was close
! Otherwise I might not be here to collect on the good vibes. Look at me! The first Eye-talian American president! Columbus be praised,” said Guiliani. “Who's your god-poppa?”


Monday, November 13, 2006

McCain Gets Off To A Quick Start


“A fool and his money are soon elected.—Will Rogers

Senator John McCain from Arizona got an early start to his 2008 presidential campaign by meeting with Lobbyists in the nation’s capitol today. Clamoring for attention, lobbyists thrust stacks of money out to an exuberant McCain who was eager to take them up on their zealous outpouring of financial largesse. Signing chits and I.O.U.s promising to honor their special interest requests, McCain easily took in $3 to 4$ million dollars in the first fifteen minutes.
“I can't believe how easy this is,” said McCain. “This beats the hell out of merely bringing pork to Arizona. It’s like taking candy from a taxpayer! And I can keep what I don't spend! Woohoo!”

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

November 6, Tornado Anniversary Issue, Newburgh, IN

“Today, the technology is there to give early and normally ample warning when a powerful tornado approaches. When a tornado strikes, all of us are at risk.” —Spencer Bachus


It doesn’t have to be Oklahoma where the wind come whistlin’ down the plain. It comes roarin’ through Indiana as well. The house on the left side of the photo wth the silvery tarp is mine. At least I had some sort of roof to put a tarp over. No shingles, a few less windows and a lot fewer trees.

The tornado, an F-3, struck our house at a few minutes after 2:00 AM. There we're no warnings. The trail was some 40+ miles long, 3/4 of a mile wide, moved at 60 mph and spared very little in its path. My wife and the two cats came through just fine thanks to my daughter-in-law who called in a warning right before it hit enabling her to get to the first floor powder room just as the windows blew out. An event like this really lets you know who your friends are. Sometimes even strangers are better friends.

I’d always wanted to see a tornado. Morbid curiosity. Trouble was, I was in Pennsylvania when it hit. I content myself with the idea that the “FINGER OF GOD” wasn't looking for me.

It’s been a year, most of the houses in the area have either been repaired, razed and rebuilt, or remain vacant lots. Really miss those big tulip poplar trees and the fall color of the sweet gums that used to populate the back yard. Lost about ten really big ones.

Bought a big sun-sail to block off the summer sun. What used to be in shade by about 3:00 PM doesn’t get shade until the sun goes down.

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Kim Jong Il Declares War on U.S.

“You and I may not be brilliant strategists, but we should all know that the best defense is a good offense.—Nguyen Cao Ky

In a surprise move, North Korea’s Kim Jong Il declared war on the United States today.

“You not the only people who can start a preemptive war.” said Kim. “We consider you big threat. We know United States is working on nuclear weapons and WMD gas. You already have plenty. We pretty good, too, you bet. We fight you long time. We will stay the course and we will win. You stuck in Iraq, you bunch of dummies. I have Long Dong missles, Double Dong missles and Typo Dong missle which is always misspelled.”

American President, George W. Bush who was vacationing in Vice President Cheney’s undisclosed location, could not be reached for comment but is expected to do something when he returns to Washington from that place where he went on his way back from Florida on September 11, 2001.

Friday, November 03, 2006

Kerry Exxonerated (sic). Troops Prove It.

“Conservatives are not necessarily stupid, but most stupid people are conservatives.
—John Stuart Mill

As if to prove John Kerry correct, members of the U.S. armed services stationed in Iraq petitioned John Kerry in a Katrina-like plea for help. Judging by their banner, it’s obvious that the level of spelling in the armed services is about 2nd or 3rd grade.

The group pictured above are from the 109th Exxon-Mobil Presidential Pipeline Guard which represent approximately 95% of our forces on the ground in Iraq.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Tony Takes A Leak


“It takes only one drink to get me drunk. The trouble is, I can't remember if
it's the thirteenth or the fourteenth.
” —George Burns
In a tearful confession, White House Press Secretary, Tony Snow, admitted today that Ari Fleischer, no Scott McClellan, no he himself was responsible for the series of leaks that have ruined the trust of the public for George W. Bush’s administration. He told in great detail how his predecessor, Scott McClellan, was instrumental in what everyone now thinks was the fault of VP Dick Cheney’s chief of staff, Irving “Scooter” Libby, blowing the whistle in the Valerie Plame CIA leak. “Armatige was only trying to cover for his friends. He was gone anyway when they threw him under the bus.”

Obviously a chronic alcoholic, Snow kept jesturing to the press corps with his hand holding what apeared to be a double martini. The drink kept sloshing out, but it was apparent that he'd already had more than enough to produce the first truthful press conference in the last six years. Occassionaly he would pause to refill his glass from a pitcher beneath the podium, muttering something that sounded like, “Get off my lawn. Oh, these hands are so filthy.”

When he admitted that it was he who had leaked the classified report regarding the tracing of bank records of the terrorists, he broke into tears and announced he was resigning but to hang around as either Rush Limbaugh or Sean Hannity would be taking over as press secretary. “They’re both better men than I,” Snow choked. “Both great Americans.”

Thereupon, he produced some birch limbs and proceeded to flagelate himself wimpering, “Mea culpa, mea culpa, I'm not worthy. ” Then he appologized profusely some fifteen times, wet his pants and vomited on “OK, you,” in the corp’s front row.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

The President’s Pimp

“A conservative is a man who just sits and thinks, mostly sits.” —Woodrow Wilson

Mr. Twister is at it again. And his ass is getting broader and broader from too little thinking and too much sitting. First he attacks Michael J. Fox. He does not appologize. (He might if you can prove he was wrong.) Then he continues to defend himself from even his own ilk, thinking that he might finally have gone too far.

For over a week now he been trying to get it to sound convincing. It's still a bit off. Now he keeps insisting that Kerry has insulted the troops and is trying to wiggle out of it. Insists that the troops deserve an appology. Yes, he didn't make the joke work, really didn't try to clarify any possible misinterpretation. So Rush can hammer away on how much liberals and democrats hate the troops with impunity.

Rush Limburger stinks as bad as the cheese he's named for. He is the most devisive person in America. And he's the only person who wins because he can sell products to 13.5 million listeners.

Saturday, October 21, 2006

Newt Gingrich, Hypocrite

“Through pride we are ever deceiving ourselves. But deep down below the surface of the average conscience a still, small voice says to us, something is out of tune.—Carl Jung


This guy has got a few brass cajones. Huevos the size of eggplants. Serves divorce papers to his wife in her hospital bed while she dying of cancer!

Smart as a whip, but dumb as a box of door knobs. Who the hell is he to lecture anyone on anything?

Look at that face. Only an asshole so full of himself could look at a camera without believing he was better than the photographer.

Come at me with that banana, Newt. I dare ya!

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Duality, Janus or Jekyll and Hyde


“It is by no means certain that our individual personality is the single inhabitant of these our corporeal frames... We all do things both awake and asleep which surprise us. Perhaps we have cotenants in this house we live in.” —Oliver Wendell Holmes


He was incredibly successful at denying his urges to bite the heads off his staff. After all, he was the president. He roamed the halls of the White House and stared at the pictures of past presidents. He prayed for guideance, he prayed for this country, he prayed for all the young soldiers that he's sent into harms way. He asked people to pray withhim. He was sober. He was drunk. Both with power and with drink. With misfiring synapses and with drugs. There was no truth like a lie and no lie like the truth.

He surprised even himself when he resigned.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

So, What You Think Now?

“Pride and excess bring disaster for man.—Xun Zi

“It furthers one to squat and wait for incoming. The ting is empty. It furthers one to bite the big one. No blame.” —I Ching

Most strange and wonderful the inscrutible eastern mind. It's as if a puzzle were in play eternally. If only we could find that one piece lost beneath a corner of the carpet in the living room.

Thursday, October 05, 2006

How Mohammed Found Enlightenment

“Wine makes a man more pleased with himself;
I do not say it makes him more pleasing to others.
—Samuel Johnson


Above is a depiction of either a young Foster Brooks, or an aging Mohammed.

He happened to be passng the hashish smokers’ den when an overpowering thirst and urge to partake of the grape assaulted him.

“I've already written the Quran,” he thought, “I got nothing else to do.”

He was tired of walking the straight and narrow. Tired of preaching that it was the Islamist’s duty to kill the infidels. Tired of preaching that people should not drink alcohol, eat pork chops or help one's wife cook, clean or take care of the baby. For the life of him, he couldn't remember why he had ever thought of those things as bad. No, in one moment of weakness, he gave in to the urge, and got shit-faced.

When he awoke the next morning in the gutter, awash with the former contents of his stomach, he was distraught at ever having had such a lapse of character. He decided that no one should ever be forced to go through what he was experiencing.

A young woman on her way to the well to draw water saw him lying there, picked him up and took him home. She made him a breakfast of sausage, bacon and eggs. She looked deep into his eyes. She said she loved him. She put him in a pit. He was there until he died. Screaming.


Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Foley Demands Hastert’s Resignation

During a fun game of “Wack-A-Mole,” Speaker of the House, Dennis Hastert playfully attempts to get the best of his good friend, Ex-Congressman, Mark Foley.

After losing the game, Foley said, “My mind really wasn’t in the game. I must have been thinking about someone... ...something ...a drink. Oh, yeah, and Dennis knew I was gay and just because I'm gay doesn't mean I'm NOT a pedophile. Everybody knows that soliciting sex on the internet with a minor IS a crime. My friend Hastert SHOULD resign. He knew about this years ago. I was just too good bringing in the big bucks for the Republican Party and he wanted me here, the big adorable lug.”

Hastert chuckled and said, “I'd like another side of beef, please.”

Sunday, October 01, 2006

Torture is Good, The End Justifies The Means and My Country, Right Or Wrong

Dear Sir,

We have been keeping an eye on you for some time now and at the direction of the President, at whose pleasure we serve, we have been instructed to perform an extreme rendition upon your person. Pay no attention to that white van across the street from your house. You will know soon enough that it does not belong to the electric company. We have tapped your phone line and have access to your computer files. The mere fact that you are reading this page is proof enough of your dastardly and traitorous ways. We know who you are, we saw what you did and we have nothing but your best interests at heart, believe me.

The President has taken a solemn oath and sees fit to protect the citizens of our great nation from all enemies, foreign and domestic. In order to do that, it is necessary to temporarily suspend all the rights guaranteed to you by the Constitution of The United States. That is why we have already rendered the Constitution obsolete. After all, to quote our president, “it’s only an old piece of paper!”

We have manufactured evidence that you are a subversive liberal with communist tendencies and are a card carrying member of the terrorist organization, AlQaeda. We'd like to know how you got that card. And we'd like to know the names of all your AlQaeda friends, like your mom and them. In order to obtain this information, you will be flown to Uzbekistan on an all expense paid vacation, where one of our friends with less compunctions about severe torture will have a little talk with you, Hey, none of our doing. We can't help it if they are a little less civilized than we guys with the white hats. Besides, you brought this on yourself. I'm told even their president delights in boiling people alive. Be sure to pack a swim suit with long pants, as the Uzbeks are very modest. Their mullahs often murder any citizens (like their soccer team) who wear shorts. And be sure to take your boogie board, surfboard or water board. Surf’s up, dude!

Good Luck!

Yours sincerely,

General Michael V. Hayden, USAF
Director, Central Intelligence Agency