Thursday, November 02, 2006

Now I remember who James Webb reminds me of!

I was getting a laugh out of the takedown of raving Mike Stark, the Chief Bicycle Seat Sniffer in Donk Senate candidate James Webb's Flying Monkey corps as he made a frenzied rush at the opposition candidate, when it finally occurred to me who James Webb reminds me of. You know, the round pumpkin head, the weird pompadour, and the little beady eyes plus the fact that he has "issues" dealing with women and intense interest in peculiar sexual practices. Yep, who else but Kim Jong Il!

James Webb, separated at birth from Kim Jung Il?

Monday, October 30, 2006

Today's Hoot!

Would be Democrat Senator from Maryland, Ben Cardin, gets a real whupping:
Did you see that debate on television between...in the Maryland Senate race between the Republican Michael Steele and the Democrat Ben Cardin? Steele ate Cardin alive! Ate him for lunch! And as a result, Cardin didn't show up for a debate the next day.
Also, is there a nastier piece of work than ole Pumpkin Head, er Democrat Senatorial Candidate James Webb in Virginia? It's sad though that he had to give up his old pals on Facebook. I'm sure he's quite the party animal.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

I wish I had me some of that there Global Warming 'bout now

I don't know about where you are, but here in the South land temperatures are twenty degrees below normal and as I found out this morning when I was down on the lower forty, that's right cold. Since the Global Warming neurotics get their panties in a knot every time there's a hot spell or a rain storm I wonder how they can account for it. I suspect that they'd say it was Global Warming too and that I'd recognize that if only I were a mite more "sophistercated." Does this mean that Al Gore will show up and break wind?

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Must read - Guaranteed income generating plan!

How To Get Rich Quick In Shady Land Deals Like Harry Reid:
Well dream no more, friend, because today I am going to let you in on one of the great secrets of American business (and the mainstream media): The Harry Reid Do-Nothing Miracle Investment System! Through this system, you can sit back and watch the cash roll in from questionable desert real estate investments with the sort of reliability that only government can provide. The system is as simple as it is hidden through shell corporations, nepotism and political contributions. Yes, there are just three easy steps to mogul-like millions in Las Vegas real estate:

1. Find a parcel of land made undesirable by government environmental regulation, utility leases, or simple pesky zoning!
2. Hire a Reid, invest with a Reid, contribute to a Reid, but above all, know a Reid!
3. Be patient while Sen. Harry “Papa” Reid does NOTHING UNUSUAL on your behalf and watch those government barriers to wealth melt away!

Got a stupid endangered tortoise on your worthless land? Let Harry Reid show the BLM a real “shell game” as that value-killing protected habitat is inexplicably moved miles away!

Want to build a primo strip mall in a residential area? Just have a “Casino Lawyer” drop Papa Reid’s name like a severed horse’s head into the silk sheets of local government. Bada-bing! The zoning changes almost as fast as the value of the land!

Bought thousands of acres of land ruined by a pre-existing government power line lease? Just pick up your personal “power line” to Harry Reid and watch with glee as he does NOT use his influence to push a special bill through Congress. ZAP! The federal right-of-way is moved right out of your way … instant millions!
Hey, you wanna make some loot, call a wiseguy! And who's wiser in Nevada than the Oddfather and the famous Reid crime family.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Monday, October 16, 2006

News you can lose

Reuters embeds reporter in Sadville
It has been brought to our attention that we have failed to cast our usual withering scorn on the news that Reuters has assigned a full-time reporter to Second Life, the alternative universe in which people can live out their dreams of being a furry penis.

Or something like that. Perhaps we misunderstood.

We do like to keep you happy, and as you know would ordinarily leap upon something like this and tear small strips from it with our vulturey beaks.

But, gentle readers, some things are beyond parody.

Heck, it probably beats the usual al-Reuters gig of being embedded with Islamic terrorists.