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
Monday, November 16, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
THE OBAMA TRIALS - DAY 3 AND COUNTING
Day 1 was Friday, November 13, 2009. The Justice Department announced it is bringing top Gitmo terrorists to New York for trial. We will count every day until the last trial is over. These trials shall be known as "The Obama Trials," since he is the one who defied American opinion and ordered them anyway.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
COUNTING ON OBAMA
Friday, November 13, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Monday, November 09, 2009
NANCY PELOSI
Sunday, November 08, 2009
FAST WAY TO MAKE $1 TRILLION
Saturday, November 07, 2009
THE GAY MARRIAGE DEBATE
The gays scream and holler that straights have no right pushing their view on the gays. Okay, I accept that argument and, on that basis, the gays have no right pushing their view on straights.
Now, if the gays want it both ways, (pardon the play on words), they'll find less resistance to their agenda in Mexico, because most of the Mexicans have moved here....
Now, if the gays want it both ways, (pardon the play on words), they'll find less resistance to their agenda in Mexico, because most of the Mexicans have moved here....
Friday, November 06, 2009
HIGH POINT OF HEALTH CARE PLAN
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Monday, November 02, 2009
115 BANKS FAIL SO FAR THIS YEAR
Sunday, November 01, 2009
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