Well, Nancy Pelosi and the Obama's spent the Christmas holiday in Hawaii, as did Rush Limbaugh. What do you make of that?
(Oh, Rush got chest pains? I figured he'd have a pain someplace else on his body.....)
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
ALAN GRAYSON IS TWO-BIT UNAMERICAN WOULD-BE DICTATOR
And now, Congressman Alan Grayson, let’s see you throw ME in jail for saying what I think. Come on there, big boy. You can do it. Don't be a spineless wuss! Show me what you're made of. Or, are you one of those guys who can talk the talk but, can't walk the walk?
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
TERRORIST ENTITLED TO BETTER TREATMENT
Monday, December 28, 2009
KATIE COURIC SPEAKS OUT
Sunday, December 27, 2009
IF THE REPUBLICAN PARTY IS SO DARNED GOOD...
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Friday, December 25, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
A SENIOR'S DILEMMA
Question: I'm over 65, on a fixed income and medicare and have supplemental insurance. Under the new plan they are shoving you know where, they are cutting medicare payouts, which means my supplemental premiums will go up in order for me to have the same coverages I do now. My taxes are also going up. This really puts me in a squeeze. What shall I do?
Answer: Just hang on a few days and the ACORN Rep will be by to give you your end-of-life counseling. (Listen for the jingle, "Ding, ding, ACORN calling?))
Answer: Just hang on a few days and the ACORN Rep will be by to give you your end-of-life counseling. (Listen for the jingle, "Ding, ding, ACORN calling?))
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
BOYCOTT NEBRASKA
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
FRANKENSIT SHOWS TRUE COLORS: Follow Up
So Al Frankensit, faced with a national uproar over his ungentlemanly behavior, offers no apologies or explanation other that to say, "Harry Reid told me to do it."
(Aren't those nincompooooops just so, so sweet? They'll even trash each other before they'll take ownership over what they say and do.)
(Aren't those nincompooooops just so, so sweet? They'll even trash each other before they'll take ownership over what they say and do.)
Friday, December 18, 2009
FRANKENSNIT SHOWS TRUE COLORS
Senator Al Frankensnit refused to allow Senator Lieberman another minute to finish his statement in the Senate yesterday, a courtesy routinely given by the next person in line to speak. "Really?" Lieberman asked.
Frankensnit stuck by his guns, (confiscated from a constituent, no doubt), and Senator McCain objected to the treatment, saying he didn't know what in the hell the Senate is coming to.
Ahh, come on John. Shut up and get out of the way.
Frankensnit stuck by his guns, (confiscated from a constituent, no doubt), and Senator McCain objected to the treatment, saying he didn't know what in the hell the Senate is coming to.
Ahh, come on John. Shut up and get out of the way.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
NATION'S CREDIT PROBLEM
So, the real problem is not that banks are not willing to give credit, it's that people don't want to borrow any more?
Well, in taking a page from the proposed Health Care debacle, the real answer is to require us to borrow or face a $25,000 fine; don't pay it and we get up to five years in jail.
(Maybe we can all learn how to speak Chinese together?)
Well, in taking a page from the proposed Health Care debacle, the real answer is to require us to borrow or face a $25,000 fine; don't pay it and we get up to five years in jail.
(Maybe we can all learn how to speak Chinese together?)
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
IT'S NOT ABOUT THE CHICKEN AND THE EGG
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
OBAMA TOUTS SMALL BUSINESS LOANS
Let's see now... You're a small businessman and you are going to borrow $100,000 from the government under this great new plan, and then the government is going to tell you who to hire, how much to pay them, and who you can do business with?
Sounds like a terrific program to me.
(Psst! Maybe they'll tell you how many illegal aliens to hire and how to get them signed up for health insurance, too?)
Sounds like a terrific program to me.
(Psst! Maybe they'll tell you how many illegal aliens to hire and how to get them signed up for health insurance, too?)
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
NEW PLAN FOR OBAMA TO RAISE MONEY?
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
NASTY BOXER SHORTS
Monday, December 07, 2009
HARRY REID IS...
Sunday, December 06, 2009
SCREW THE OLD FARTS
Saturday, December 05, 2009
UNEMPLOYMENT
According to Administration figures, consistently proven to be wrong, unemployment dropped from 10.2% to 10.0 % in October. How many people fell off of unemployment? Why can't you just give us figures, like 20.1 million are unemployed or under employed? Percentages don't mean anything and can be manipulated. Oh, you don't know how many? Well then, how can you figure percentages? Weegie board?
Friday, December 04, 2009
Thursday, December 03, 2009
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
IN BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE
Here's our illustrious President, egging-on Holder to investigate CIA agents while, at the same time, having to rely on CIA information to tell him what is going on in Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran, and North Korea, Pakistan, Russia... Or, as William Bendix would say... "What a revolting development this is!"
(Please pass the Gray Poop On?)
(Please pass the Gray Poop On?)
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
FLAT-FOOTED MEDIA
Weekends, nothing ever happens in this world. I guess that's why the media got caught flat-footed with Sunday's Iranian announcement they are building more uranium production sites? You suddenly realize that, if they had bombed the World Trade Center on a Sunday, we would not have known about it until Monday morning....
Monday, November 30, 2009
BAD NEWS
It never fails. Just when you think your stomach can’t take any more bad news coming out of Washington, along comes a guy in a tux and a lady in a red dress.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
ZHU ZHU PETS?
Saturday, November 28, 2009
UNEMPLOYMENT QUESTION
Friday, November 27, 2009
SECRET SERVICE AND THE SUGAR PLUMB FAIRY
Well, if they can do it, why can't I?
With that reasoning, I got all dressed up in a fancy Buster Crab business suit and headed for the side door at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. When I reached the gate, Secret Service came out of its little caddy shack and asked me what I wanted.
"I'm here to see the President," I replied.
"What's your name. Let me see your I.D. Do you have an appointment?"
"List," I answered, as I handed him eight S&H Green Stamps sealed in plastic. "I don't need an appointment."
His furrowed eyebrows raised, "First name?"
"End of."
"Endof?"
"Yes, End of. I contributed $10 million to the President's election campaign, and he's invited me over for Thanksgiving dinner with the family."
"Ahh, yes. Here's your name at the bottom of the sheet. Just pull up to the side door and the officer there will escort you in."
At the side door, the officer said, "They told me you were coming, Mr. List, and I had to go all of the way to the bottom of the sheet to find your name. It's out of order. What until I straighten out Rambo on Monday about this inefficiency. Follow me in, I'll take you upstairs."
We went down a long hallway to where a military type was sitting outside a door. He must have been to the beach. "Redneck," I observed.
He immediately opened the satchel that was by his side. "Turkey Dinner," he muttered, as the blood drained from his face.
"Baked potatoes?" I asked.
"Oh, my God! What do I do next?"
"Nuke Iran," I was kidding.
As the officer ushered me in, I could hear the guy at the door saying to someone on the red phone in the satchel, " I KNOW he doesn't look like the President, but he had the codes, man!"
And there he was, the President in all of his glory, decked out in a genuine Martha Stewart designer bathrobe and waiting to greet me. "Hiya there, Mr. List! I really want to thank you for your campaign donations. Glad to have you over for dinner. Maybe we should start by having a beer out on the lawn?"
"No, thank you Mr. President. There's too many cops and professors out there at the picnic table. Anyway, aren't you worried about your Secret Service guys? I mean, with all of the news about the party crashers and everything?"
To which he responded...
With that reasoning, I got all dressed up in a fancy Buster Crab business suit and headed for the side door at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. When I reached the gate, Secret Service came out of its little caddy shack and asked me what I wanted.
"I'm here to see the President," I replied.
"What's your name. Let me see your I.D. Do you have an appointment?"
"List," I answered, as I handed him eight S&H Green Stamps sealed in plastic. "I don't need an appointment."
His furrowed eyebrows raised, "First name?"
"End of."
"Endof?"
"Yes, End of. I contributed $10 million to the President's election campaign, and he's invited me over for Thanksgiving dinner with the family."
"Ahh, yes. Here's your name at the bottom of the sheet. Just pull up to the side door and the officer there will escort you in."
At the side door, the officer said, "They told me you were coming, Mr. List, and I had to go all of the way to the bottom of the sheet to find your name. It's out of order. What until I straighten out Rambo on Monday about this inefficiency. Follow me in, I'll take you upstairs."
We went down a long hallway to where a military type was sitting outside a door. He must have been to the beach. "Redneck," I observed.
He immediately opened the satchel that was by his side. "Turkey Dinner," he muttered, as the blood drained from his face.
"Baked potatoes?" I asked.
"Oh, my God! What do I do next?"
"Nuke Iran," I was kidding.
As the officer ushered me in, I could hear the guy at the door saying to someone on the red phone in the satchel, " I KNOW he doesn't look like the President, but he had the codes, man!"
And there he was, the President in all of his glory, decked out in a genuine Martha Stewart designer bathrobe and waiting to greet me. "Hiya there, Mr. List! I really want to thank you for your campaign donations. Glad to have you over for dinner. Maybe we should start by having a beer out on the lawn?"
"No, thank you Mr. President. There's too many cops and professors out there at the picnic table. Anyway, aren't you worried about your Secret Service guys? I mean, with all of the news about the party crashers and everything?"
To which he responded...
Thursday, November 26, 2009
TOMORROW IS BLACK FRIDAY?
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
CONGRESSIONAL DESSERTS
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
QUESTION ABOUT SARAH PALIN
Monday, November 23, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
AN AMERICAN OBITUARY
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
- Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
- Why the early bird gets the worm;
- Life isn't always fair;
- and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, I Want It Now, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing
He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
- Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
- Why the early bird gets the worm;
- Life isn't always fair;
- and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, I Want It Now, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
MY DEAREST SENATOR REID...
HOUSE OF MALADROITS AND DUNDERHEADS
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
OBAMAS TAKES ANOTHER BOW
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