A gas station was trying to increase its sales, so the owner put up a sign saying, “Free Sex with Fill-Up”.
Soon a local redneck pulled in, filled his tank, and then asked for his free sex. The owner told him to pick a number from 1 to 10. If he guessed correctly, he would get his free sex.
The redneck then guessed 8, and the proprietor said, “You were close. The number was 7. Sorry, no sex this time.”
A week later, the same redneck, along with a buddy, Bubba, pulled in for a fill-up. Again he asked for his free sex. The proprietor again gave him the same story, and asked him to guess the correct number. The redneck guessed 2 this time.
Again the proprietor said, “Sorry, it was 3. You were close, but no free sex this time.”
As they were driving away, the redneck said to his buddy, “I think that game is rigged and he doesn't really give away free sex.”
Bubba replied, “No it ain’t, Billy Ray. I know it ain’t rigged ’cause my wife won
twice last week!!
August 31, 2005
Hoosier Blog Alliance
Check it out here. he's looking for conservative Hoosier Bloggers.
Only for you, Alli, 'cause you asked nice. What do you say, Delftsman, Mammamontezz?
Only for you, Alli, 'cause you asked nice. What do you say, Delftsman, Mammamontezz?
Human Nature
I have been accused by many, including my wife, of being a cold hearted asshole. I rarely have much compassion for others. I am sure it is a major character flaw. I have to admit the devastation in Mississippi and the deep south leaves me speechless, saddened by the epic loss in property and life. Mother Nature is a fickle bitch.
This disaster further convinces me that the libertarians, and the Anarchists and the Communists are all wrong. A society free of restrictions, government policing, and mores cannot exist. Man is basically a lawless barbarian and as soon as the societal barriers are removed he returns to the greedy thieving animal that lies deep in his soul.
Reports show that looting was going on during the worst of the storm. People were willing to risk their life to steal the property of others. That is sad and sickening. Stealing to live, to feed your children is borderline. Stealing TVs, jewelry and wholesale destruction just for the sake of thievery is beyond comment. These are sick humans, mere wolves in the sheep's hide of civilization. They should be identified, tried and shot. These people are beyond despicable and have no redeeming qualities that qualify them to remain in the bounds of civilization. Eons ago these vermin would be shunned, cast off to survive for themselves in wilds. Now that shunning and excommunication are no longer an option, execution is the next best alternative.
Harsh, yes. Judgmental, yes. A person who takes advantage of others' misfortune deserves no protection of that same societies' laws. Civilization has formed restrictions on behavior (laws) based on the collective ideals of the whole. We do not murder, we do not steal, we do not hurt children. Pretty basic. If you are unable to follow these simple rules, you should no longer be allowed to participate in society. Take a good look at the situation and tell me again why I do not need a gun to protect my family and my property. When polite society and law breaks down due to natural or civil disaster, war, whatever, we must have the means to protect ourselves.
It is clear to any that read the posts on this blog that I am a conservative, I believe when it comes to government interference into our lives the less, the better. The thieving scum in New Orleans and elsewhere have made me realize that we must have some government, if only to protect us from ourselves.
This disaster further convinces me that the libertarians, and the Anarchists and the Communists are all wrong. A society free of restrictions, government policing, and mores cannot exist. Man is basically a lawless barbarian and as soon as the societal barriers are removed he returns to the greedy thieving animal that lies deep in his soul.
Reports show that looting was going on during the worst of the storm. People were willing to risk their life to steal the property of others. That is sad and sickening. Stealing to live, to feed your children is borderline. Stealing TVs, jewelry and wholesale destruction just for the sake of thievery is beyond comment. These are sick humans, mere wolves in the sheep's hide of civilization. They should be identified, tried and shot. These people are beyond despicable and have no redeeming qualities that qualify them to remain in the bounds of civilization. Eons ago these vermin would be shunned, cast off to survive for themselves in wilds. Now that shunning and excommunication are no longer an option, execution is the next best alternative.
Harsh, yes. Judgmental, yes. A person who takes advantage of others' misfortune deserves no protection of that same societies' laws. Civilization has formed restrictions on behavior (laws) based on the collective ideals of the whole. We do not murder, we do not steal, we do not hurt children. Pretty basic. If you are unable to follow these simple rules, you should no longer be allowed to participate in society. Take a good look at the situation and tell me again why I do not need a gun to protect my family and my property. When polite society and law breaks down due to natural or civil disaster, war, whatever, we must have the means to protect ourselves.
It is clear to any that read the posts on this blog that I am a conservative, I believe when it comes to government interference into our lives the less, the better. The thieving scum in New Orleans and elsewhere have made me realize that we must have some government, if only to protect us from ourselves.
August 30, 2005
Thank You United Nations and People of the World
I want to be one of the first to thank the UN and all the nations of the world that have rushed to aid the US after the devastation of Katrina. The food, water and materiel pales to the financial and personnel aid you have given us to rebuild. I am amazed, as I look out my windows at the driving rain that was once Katrina, that so many have come forward to help our nation in its time of need.
What? No one has come forward? (chirp, chirp of crickets).
I'll be damned.
What? No one has come forward? (chirp, chirp of crickets).
I'll be damned.
August 29, 2005
Party!!
We were at a fraternity party. It was summer and the party was at the residence of a rich alumnus. We were in a private neighborhood in Ogden Beach, Indiana. The house opened right onto the shore of Lake Michigan. There was lots of beer, booze, cigars and food. The ribs were succulent, sticky and sweet. They were tender enough to fall off the bone. There were brats and burgers and hot dogs. Did I mention the beer?
Four of us rode together in an old VW, not the new slick looking ones. Dave, and Caroline, my girlfriend (now my wife)and me. This was the stone age, man, 1980 or '81. If memory serves, the day was beautiful, the water almost as cold as the kegs of beer.
We partied it up, had a great time. Soon it was time to leave. Caroline was your stereotypical blond, pretty and dumb. I am not just saying that, she was dumb. She was in several of my classes in high school. She got by through asking boys to "help" her with (aka do)her homework. She also got boys to help her cheat on tests. Perhaps she was not so dumb after all. I never liked her much, she did not waste time with me, I was too poor, too dorky, not popular enough, or likely, just not handsome enough.
By late afternoon it was time to head for home. We piled in the car; all of us more or less inebriated. Caroline was pretty far gone. Driving down the highway, windows down, she suddenly announced she was going to be sick. Caroline reached to the floor and had the foresight to empty her stomach into a towel. As Dave began to slow the car, she suddenly waved the puke filled towel out the window. Did I mention it was an old VW, the kind with no air conditioner? Did I mention the windows were all down? Perhaps I told you I was sitting in the back seat behind the ditzy blond? Those of you who know physics will know what happened next, the puke flew out of the towel, right back in through the back window and right into my face. Chunks of ribs, potato salad, beer and more chunks of ribs mixed with stomach acid right...in...the....face.
I immediately puked on the floor. My girlfriend immediately vomited on the floor on her side. Dave got the vehicle stopped. The smell of vomit engulfed the little car. Caroline puked again, all over herself, all over the passenger seat, all over the dash. My girlfriend managed to open her door before she puked again.
We used beach towels, blankets, pieces of sacking, and my T-shirt to clean up the mess, throwing it all in the ditch beside the road. Yes, I know, littering and all of that -- special reactions to special circumstances.
It took me more than a decade to eat barbecued anything after that day. It took probably 15 years before I could eat ribs. I have to admit I love ribs now. Funny, I do not like, even now, to drink beer when I eat barbecued foods.
Man, it WAS a great party!
To quote the kids of today..."that's how how we rolled in my day".
Four of us rode together in an old VW, not the new slick looking ones. Dave, and Caroline, my girlfriend (now my wife)and me. This was the stone age, man, 1980 or '81. If memory serves, the day was beautiful, the water almost as cold as the kegs of beer.
We partied it up, had a great time. Soon it was time to leave. Caroline was your stereotypical blond, pretty and dumb. I am not just saying that, she was dumb. She was in several of my classes in high school. She got by through asking boys to "help" her with (aka do)her homework. She also got boys to help her cheat on tests. Perhaps she was not so dumb after all. I never liked her much, she did not waste time with me, I was too poor, too dorky, not popular enough, or likely, just not handsome enough.
By late afternoon it was time to head for home. We piled in the car; all of us more or less inebriated. Caroline was pretty far gone. Driving down the highway, windows down, she suddenly announced she was going to be sick. Caroline reached to the floor and had the foresight to empty her stomach into a towel. As Dave began to slow the car, she suddenly waved the puke filled towel out the window. Did I mention it was an old VW, the kind with no air conditioner? Did I mention the windows were all down? Perhaps I told you I was sitting in the back seat behind the ditzy blond? Those of you who know physics will know what happened next, the puke flew out of the towel, right back in through the back window and right into my face. Chunks of ribs, potato salad, beer and more chunks of ribs mixed with stomach acid right...in...the....face.
I immediately puked on the floor. My girlfriend immediately vomited on the floor on her side. Dave got the vehicle stopped. The smell of vomit engulfed the little car. Caroline puked again, all over herself, all over the passenger seat, all over the dash. My girlfriend managed to open her door before she puked again.
We used beach towels, blankets, pieces of sacking, and my T-shirt to clean up the mess, throwing it all in the ditch beside the road. Yes, I know, littering and all of that -- special reactions to special circumstances.
It took me more than a decade to eat barbecued anything after that day. It took probably 15 years before I could eat ribs. I have to admit I love ribs now. Funny, I do not like, even now, to drink beer when I eat barbecued foods.
Man, it WAS a great party!
To quote the kids of today..."that's how how we rolled in my day".
Mondays
Overheard at the breakfast table:
"Mom, I need some more cereal".
"What kind do you want?"
"Captian Crunch, the kind with the dingleberries".
Insert obligatory spit take here. Now cleaning up the coffe spit all over my side of the table.
From both, "What?"
"Mom, I need some more cereal".
"What kind do you want?"
"Captian Crunch, the kind with the dingleberries".
Insert obligatory spit take here. Now cleaning up the coffe spit all over my side of the table.
From both, "What?"
August 28, 2005
I am not a whiner
Rob at Hometown Conservative has created a quiz to see if you are a leftist whiner:
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What ever happened to Cinderella?
Cinderella is now 95 years old. After a fulfilling life with the now dead prince, she happily sits upon her rocking chair, watching the world go by from her front porch, with a cat named Bob for companionship.
One sunny afternoon out of nowhere, appeared the fairy godmother. Cinderella said, "Fairy Godmother, what are you doing here after all these years"? The fairy godmother replied, "Cinderella, you have lived an exemplary life since I last saw you. Is there anything for which your heart still yearns?" Cinderella was taken aback, overjoyed, and after some thoughtful consideration, she uttered her first wish: "The prince was wonderful, but not much of an investor. I'm living hand to mouth on my disability checks, and I wish I were wealthy beyond comprehension. Instantly her rocking chair turned into solid gold Cinderella said, "Ooh, thank you, Fairy Godmother".
The fairy godmother replied "it is the least that I can do. What do you want for your second wish?"
Cinderella looked down at her frail body, and said, "I wish I were young and full of the beauty and youth I once had."
At once, her wish became reality, and her beautiful young visage returned. Cinderella felt stirrings inside of her that had been dormant for years.
And then the fairy godmother spoke once more: "You have one more wish; what shall it be?"
Cinderella looks over to the frightened cat in the corner and says, "I wish for you to transform Bob, my old cat, into a kind and handsome young man."
Magically, Bob suddenly underwent so fundamental a change in his biological make-up that, when he stood before her, he was a man so beautiful the likes of him neither she nor the world had ever seen.
The fairy godmother said, "Congratulations, Cinderella, enjoy your new life. With a blazing shock of bright blue electricity, the fairy godmother was gone as suddenly as she appeared. For a few eerie moments, Bob and Cinderella looked into each other's eyes. Cinderella sat, breathless, gazing at the most beautiful, stunningly perfect man she had ever seen.
Then Bob walked over to Cinderella, who sat transfixed in her rocking chair, & held her close in his young muscular arms. He leaned in close, blowing her golden hair with his warm breath as he whispered..........
"Bet you're sorry you neutered me."
One sunny afternoon out of nowhere, appeared the fairy godmother. Cinderella said, "Fairy Godmother, what are you doing here after all these years"? The fairy godmother replied, "Cinderella, you have lived an exemplary life since I last saw you. Is there anything for which your heart still yearns?" Cinderella was taken aback, overjoyed, and after some thoughtful consideration, she uttered her first wish: "The prince was wonderful, but not much of an investor. I'm living hand to mouth on my disability checks, and I wish I were wealthy beyond comprehension. Instantly her rocking chair turned into solid gold Cinderella said, "Ooh, thank you, Fairy Godmother".
The fairy godmother replied "it is the least that I can do. What do you want for your second wish?"
Cinderella looked down at her frail body, and said, "I wish I were young and full of the beauty and youth I once had."
At once, her wish became reality, and her beautiful young visage returned. Cinderella felt stirrings inside of her that had been dormant for years.
And then the fairy godmother spoke once more: "You have one more wish; what shall it be?"
Cinderella looks over to the frightened cat in the corner and says, "I wish for you to transform Bob, my old cat, into a kind and handsome young man."
Magically, Bob suddenly underwent so fundamental a change in his biological make-up that, when he stood before her, he was a man so beautiful the likes of him neither she nor the world had ever seen.
The fairy godmother said, "Congratulations, Cinderella, enjoy your new life. With a blazing shock of bright blue electricity, the fairy godmother was gone as suddenly as she appeared. For a few eerie moments, Bob and Cinderella looked into each other's eyes. Cinderella sat, breathless, gazing at the most beautiful, stunningly perfect man she had ever seen.
Then Bob walked over to Cinderella, who sat transfixed in her rocking chair, & held her close in his young muscular arms. He leaned in close, blowing her golden hair with his warm breath as he whispered..........
"Bet you're sorry you neutered me."
August 27, 2005
Billy Jack
I just finished watching one of the great all-time hippie movies: Billy Jack. I first saw this movie when it became a mega hit at the theaters in about 1972 or so. I was in 5th grade. My brother and I went to see the movie. Of course for weeks afterwards we were reenacting the famous "I'm going to take my right foot..." scene repeatedly. I am sure we were admonished to "knock it off" and Quit that shit" by our parents. You know kids. My older brother took a kick at my stomach and I insticntively put out my hands to block the kick. Long story short my right index finger was shattered, the bone driven through the knuckle into the back of my hand.
If you have never seen the movie it is a riot today. It has all the hippie themes of the day; anti war, anti violence, why can't we just get along. We get a dose of of PETA when Billy stops the senseless slaughter of wild horses. We have racism and mysticism and poor Indians. The townspeople just want to take away rights from good dope smoking "kids". The parents are assholes, and the rich people are the villains. The theme is "Man, if everyone would just dig our scene and like, embrace love and peace, the world would be a wonderful place." Even the ugly hippie that runs the school shows she is a true pacifist when she refuses to give into revenge after she is raped. But Billy is a true badass and gets the bad guy in the end.
The theme song, a catchy tune by coven sums it up, "go ahead and hate your neighbors go ahead and cheat a friend, do it in the name of Heaven, you can justify it in the end..."
I tell you what, I have this overwhelming urge to put a flower in my hair and go to San Francisco. Next up I think I'll watch Hamburger Hill. No, maybe Animal House is in order, just for a dose of reality.
Plumbers, carpenters I need your help
I have a fiberglass, standup shower in my master bath. For some time now the floor has been cracked. I keep the cracks filled with caulk and lately with aquarium caulk. They do OK, but need replaced every 6 weeks or so. The cracks are getting wider.
Does anyone know how to fix this problem? Replacing the shower is not an option at this time.
Does anyone know how to fix this problem? Replacing the shower is not an option at this time.
The difficulty with having babies in Kentucky
Deep in the back woods,of Letcher County Kentucky a hillbilly's wife went into labor in the middle of the night, and the doctor was called out to assist in the delivery. Since there was no electricity, the doctor handed the father-to-be a lantern and said, "Here. You hold this high so I can see what I am doing!."
Soon, a baby boy was brought into the world. "Whoa there", said the doctor, "Don't be in such a rush to put that lantern down I think theres another one coming."
Sure enough, within minutes he had delivered a baby girl. "Hold that lantern up, don't set it down there's another one!" Said the doctor.
Within a few minutes he had delivered a third baby. "No, don't be in a hurry to put down that lantern, it seems theres yet another one coming!" cried the doctor. The redneck scratched his head in bewilderment, and asked the doctor,"You reckon it might be the light that's attractin' 'em?"
Soon, a baby boy was brought into the world. "Whoa there", said the doctor, "Don't be in such a rush to put that lantern down I think theres another one coming."
Sure enough, within minutes he had delivered a baby girl. "Hold that lantern up, don't set it down there's another one!" Said the doctor.
Within a few minutes he had delivered a third baby. "No, don't be in a hurry to put down that lantern, it seems theres yet another one coming!" cried the doctor. The redneck scratched his head in bewilderment, and asked the doctor,"You reckon it might be the light that's attractin' 'em?"
August 26, 2005
Today in History
August 26, 1920 the 19th Amendment was signed into the US Constitution by Sec. of State Bainbridge Colby.
Comments will be accepted.
Section 1. The right of the citizens of the United States to vote shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any State on account of sex.
Section 2. Congress shall have power to enforce this article by appropriate legislation.
Comments will be accepted.
Traveling anti -war rally
Cindy Sheehan says she wants to take her anti-war rally on the road. I have decided I need to get a more open mind, I have contacted her to be her driver.
OK Cindy, Time to come out and do your anti-war speech....
OK Cindy, Time to come out and do your anti-war speech....
Friday Joke
When Mother Teresa died and went to heaven, God greeted her at the Pearly Gates. "Be thou hungry, Mother Teresa?" asked God "I could eat," she replied.
So, God opened a can of tuna, unwrapped a loaf of rye bread, and they began to share it.
While eating the humble tuna sandwich, Mother Teresa looked down into Hell and saw the inhabitants devouring huge steaks, lobsters, pheasant and pastries.
Curious, but deeply trusting, she remained quiet.
The next day, God invited her to join him for a meal. Again, it was tuna and rye bread. Once again, Mother Teresa could see the denizens of Hell enjoying
lamb, turkey and apple pie. Still, she said nothing.
The following day, mealtime arrived and another can of tuna was opened. She couldn't contain herself any longer. Meekly, she asked, "God, I am grateful
to be in heaven with you as a reward for the pious, obedient life I led. But here in heaven, all I get is tuna and a piece of rye bread, and in the other
place they eat like emperors and kings! I just don't understand it."
God sighed: "Let's be honest, Teresa. For two people, it just doesn't pay to cook."
So, God opened a can of tuna, unwrapped a loaf of rye bread, and they began to share it.
While eating the humble tuna sandwich, Mother Teresa looked down into Hell and saw the inhabitants devouring huge steaks, lobsters, pheasant and pastries.
Curious, but deeply trusting, she remained quiet.
The next day, God invited her to join him for a meal. Again, it was tuna and rye bread. Once again, Mother Teresa could see the denizens of Hell enjoying
lamb, turkey and apple pie. Still, she said nothing.
The following day, mealtime arrived and another can of tuna was opened. She couldn't contain herself any longer. Meekly, she asked, "God, I am grateful
to be in heaven with you as a reward for the pious, obedient life I led. But here in heaven, all I get is tuna and a piece of rye bread, and in the other
place they eat like emperors and kings! I just don't understand it."
God sighed: "Let's be honest, Teresa. For two people, it just doesn't pay to cook."
August 25, 2005
1980s redux
Early in the 1980s my girlfriend and I went to the Elliot Hall of Music at Purdue to see a concert. EHM is a formal auditorium designed for choral and philharmonic-type concerts.
We were going to see the Flock of Seagulls and the Go-Gos. Yes, my girlfriend (now my wife) loved these new wave type bands. She had the big hair and the mini skirt and was looking hot. I was dressed in my normal manner at that time -- jeans and a t-shirt. I am confident I wore either Asics (Onitsuka) tennis shoes or work boots. Yes, faithful readers, I was grunge before grunge became popular! The sad fact is I dress pretty much the same today. My hair was short and cut conservatively unlike the guys in the warm up band (FOS).We got to our seats, and there was one guy between us and the Aisle. You know the type -- he heard concert and he was going! Long hair, jeans, stoned, he looked more like he was going to see Ted Nugent or Rush, rather than some semi-punk bands. He looked at me and shouted "party!" He offered me a hit from his hip flask. I politely declined. I guess he thought I was one of his type. He was probably right.
Most of the crowd was dressed in the style of the day -- funky hair, bright colors, long suit coats, baggy pants. The girls sported big, curly hair, miniskirts and tight pants. There were a few jumpsuits and lots of taffeta. Bangles and bracelets adorned every female arm. Granny boots and brightly colored tennis shoes were the order of the day. Bows sprouted from hair and shoes.
The lights dimmed and the band started playing. Some people began to slam dance in the aisles. This is the precursor to today's mosh pit. Of course everyone was standing. Sometime during the concert, I am not sure when, but I think early, the party guy next to me leaned over and said "The next one of these assholes that bumps me, I am going to deck him". I have to be honest, I am a little fuzzy on most details of the concert. I am 90+ percent sure I consumed a lot of beer the afternoon of, and on the way to the concert. That is how I spent nearly every weekend and most weekdays at that time.
I remember bopping to the beat, enjoying myself when I felt a push on my left side. I turned just to see the party guy reach back and punch some spiked hair, leather wearing student right in the nose. Blood erupted all around. I put my hand out to push my girl back, I moved to the the defense of the party guy. There was no way I was going to watch someone go down in a 6 to 1 fight. He pushed on another guy and shouted "I said just stay away from me with that crazy dancin' shit". The dancers backed slowly away from this madman.
For the rest of the concert we had a bubble of space around the end of our row as the slam dancers banged into each other elsewhere.
I am pretty sure I enjoyed the Go-Gos. Hell, those girls were HOT.
Edjumucation
Two press releases you should read. Does anyone know what is unique about Wabash College (besides being the Hoosierboy's Alma Mater)? Hint: my daughter did not go there.
1).Wabash College is one of the nation’s best institutions for undergraduate education, according to The Princeton Review. The New York-based education services company features the college in The Best 361 Colleges, the new 2006 edition of its annual "best colleges" guide.
Only about 15% of the four-year colleges in America and two Canadian colleges are in the book. It has two-page profiles on the schools and student survey-based ranking lists of top 20 colleges in the book in various categories.
"President Andy Ford's mantra of 'students first' comes through loud and clear in these rankings," says Steve Klein, dean of admissions at Wabash. "The Wabash community takes considerable pride in the attention it gives to undergraduates and their educational experience. If families are looking for a college with those values, they ought to listen to what our students are saying through the Princeton Review."
2).Wabash College is one of "America’s 25 Hottest Colleges" according to the 2006 edition of the Kaplan/Newsweek College Guide. The guide says, "This year's ‘Hottest Schools’ deserve individual recognition for their best qualities, such as specialty programs, state-of-the-art facilities or comprehensive financial-aid packages. Their shared attribute? All are creating buzz among students, a broad array of educators and admissions experts, and each is effectively preparing students for the complex world."
The popular college guide, prepared by Kaplan in conjunction with Newsweek, hits news stands August 22. In addition to descriptions of the 25 "Hottest Colleges," the guide features college planning tips and ideas on how best to select a college.
Wabash is also ranked 51st in U.S.News & World Report’s annual rankings of national liberal arts colleges.
1).Wabash College is one of the nation’s best institutions for undergraduate education, according to The Princeton Review. The New York-based education services company features the college in The Best 361 Colleges, the new 2006 edition of its annual "best colleges" guide.
Only about 15% of the four-year colleges in America and two Canadian colleges are in the book. It has two-page profiles on the schools and student survey-based ranking lists of top 20 colleges in the book in various categories.
"President Andy Ford's mantra of 'students first' comes through loud and clear in these rankings," says Steve Klein, dean of admissions at Wabash. "The Wabash community takes considerable pride in the attention it gives to undergraduates and their educational experience. If families are looking for a college with those values, they ought to listen to what our students are saying through the Princeton Review."
2).Wabash College is one of "America’s 25 Hottest Colleges" according to the 2006 edition of the Kaplan/Newsweek College Guide. The guide says, "This year's ‘Hottest Schools’ deserve individual recognition for their best qualities, such as specialty programs, state-of-the-art facilities or comprehensive financial-aid packages. Their shared attribute? All are creating buzz among students, a broad array of educators and admissions experts, and each is effectively preparing students for the complex world."
The popular college guide, prepared by Kaplan in conjunction with Newsweek, hits news stands August 22. In addition to descriptions of the 25 "Hottest Colleges," the guide features college planning tips and ideas on how best to select a college.
Wabash is also ranked 51st in U.S.News & World Report’s annual rankings of national liberal arts colleges.
August 24, 2005
Public Service Warning
Subject: Deer tick warning
DEER TICK WARNING
I hate it when people post bogus warnings ... but this one is real, and it's important.
If someone comes to your front door saying they are conducting a survey on deer ticks and asks you to take your clothes off and dance around with your arms up, DO NOT DO IT!!
IT IS A SCAM; they only want to see you naked. I wish I'd gotten this yesterday. I feel so stupid now.
DEER TICK WARNING
I hate it when people post bogus warnings ... but this one is real, and it's important.
If someone comes to your front door saying they are conducting a survey on deer ticks and asks you to take your clothes off and dance around with your arms up, DO NOT DO IT!!
IT IS A SCAM; they only want to see you naked. I wish I'd gotten this yesterday. I feel so stupid now.
They are coming to take you away, haha
I recently changed the subtitle on this blog. It used to read "You would be paranoid too, if everyone was out to get you." That has long been one of my favorite sayings. Unfortunately it also reflects some of the thinkings of the leftist moonbats out there.
Consider this complete lunatic. According to the article Maralyn Lois Polak is a Philadelphia-based journalist, screenwriter, essayist, novelist, editor, spoken-word artist, performance poet and occasional radio personality. I guess we would have to label her somewhat mainstream, yet she has become so focused on her hatred of all things Bush she has become as unbalanced as her hero Cindy Sheehan.
Polak actually goes so far as to assert that Karl Rove caused Cindy Sheehan's mother's stroke. She also believes Rove somehow is behind the divorce filing by Sheehan's husband. The fact Sheehan has gone bat-shit crazy I guess never entered this "journalists" mind. Somehow Rove is behind the counter protests, and it was that same evil genius that convinced the neighbor ajoining Bush's ranch to become angry with the protestors trodding all over his land and blocking his drive.
This Rove is something else indeed. What I do not understand, if he is a power hungry evil genius, why doesn't he just take control of the Government himself? Why use Bush as a front man? If you have the power to cause strokes in the ranks of your enemy, getting Teddy "swimmer" Kennedy drunk enough to drive himself off a bridge should be no problem. Planting an intern to discredit the Clinton's was easy, why can't Rove just cause Bin Laden's mother to suffer a stroke, then arrange for the terrorist mastermind's capture when he comes to visit?
If Polak represents the state of mind in the Democratic Party today, we should be very afraid. THEY are on to us Conservatives. Next they might find out about all the technology we stole from the flying saucers stored out at Area 51. They will learn that evil Republicans were behind the Kennedy assassinations (Karl Rove mind control over Oswald and Sirhan Sirhan). I am really afraid that Polak and her ilk are near to discovering that G. Gordon Liddy and his bunch are behind Casey Sheehan's death in an evil scheme to get at his mother, who knew TOO MUCH!
Next, Polak will expose Rove's evil, long term plan to kill off the dinosaurs, turn their flesh and bones to carbon and then oil, so Haliburton/Shell/Standard Oil/Mobile/Exxon can charge us outrageous gas prices and give us a reason to attack friendly, peaceful kite-flying Iraqis. Be careful, Ms. Polak, the black helicopters are coming for YOU...
Consider this complete lunatic. According to the article Maralyn Lois Polak is a Philadelphia-based journalist, screenwriter, essayist, novelist, editor, spoken-word artist, performance poet and occasional radio personality. I guess we would have to label her somewhat mainstream, yet she has become so focused on her hatred of all things Bush she has become as unbalanced as her hero Cindy Sheehan.
Polak actually goes so far as to assert that Karl Rove caused Cindy Sheehan's mother's stroke. She also believes Rove somehow is behind the divorce filing by Sheehan's husband. The fact Sheehan has gone bat-shit crazy I guess never entered this "journalists" mind. Somehow Rove is behind the counter protests, and it was that same evil genius that convinced the neighbor ajoining Bush's ranch to become angry with the protestors trodding all over his land and blocking his drive.
This Rove is something else indeed. What I do not understand, if he is a power hungry evil genius, why doesn't he just take control of the Government himself? Why use Bush as a front man? If you have the power to cause strokes in the ranks of your enemy, getting Teddy "swimmer" Kennedy drunk enough to drive himself off a bridge should be no problem. Planting an intern to discredit the Clinton's was easy, why can't Rove just cause Bin Laden's mother to suffer a stroke, then arrange for the terrorist mastermind's capture when he comes to visit?
If Polak represents the state of mind in the Democratic Party today, we should be very afraid. THEY are on to us Conservatives. Next they might find out about all the technology we stole from the flying saucers stored out at Area 51. They will learn that evil Republicans were behind the Kennedy assassinations (Karl Rove mind control over Oswald and Sirhan Sirhan). I am really afraid that Polak and her ilk are near to discovering that G. Gordon Liddy and his bunch are behind Casey Sheehan's death in an evil scheme to get at his mother, who knew TOO MUCH!
Next, Polak will expose Rove's evil, long term plan to kill off the dinosaurs, turn their flesh and bones to carbon and then oil, so Haliburton/Shell/Standard Oil/Mobile/Exxon can charge us outrageous gas prices and give us a reason to attack friendly, peaceful kite-flying Iraqis. Be careful, Ms. Polak, the black helicopters are coming for YOU...
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