Day By Day© by Chris Muir.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Okay, who wants to play CSI? I stole this from William the Coroner's blog. It was a great challenge for me, as I love forensic stuff. Test Your Bloodstain Analysis Skills. I got 9 out of 10 right, just not as detailed as they expected. Let me know how you did on the test, OK?

The eco-nuts are squawking about multi-ply toilet paper now. A while back, there was an article about Sheryl Crow in which she claimed only to use one square at a time (Yuck!). I can remember many times that would have been disastrous. But now even that's not good enough. I'm sorry, but I have no desire to wipe with a washcloth. Whatever they may think they're saving in paper (which they're not), they would be losing in the extra water and detergent (and bleach I hope) to clean their reusable wipes. Where's the up side in this? Never mind, I can think up comebacks to that question by myself, thank you.

Here's a story with a happy ending:
The 70-year-old wife of an Ohio judge said teens who tried to rob her made her so angry that she whacked one in the head with a sauce pan.
Good for her! I understand that when Emeril Lagasse found out they kept her pan as evidence he sent her a complete set. BAM!!

Brace yourselves, my peeps. Just when you thought it couldn't get any more ridiculous, something like this comes along:
A group of liberal bloggers said it is teaming up with organized labor and MoveOn to form a political action committee that will seek to push the Democratic Party farther to the left.
No, they're not kidding. It gets worse:
Another founder of the group, Jane Hamsher, of Firedog Lake, said the group may also involve itself in Republican primary contests, though the focus for now seems to be primarily on the Democratic side.
The time is now to contact Michael Steele and get the Republican primaries closed. We can't afford to have another election with someone like McCain or worse at the helm of the party.

Friday, February 27, 2009

Phriday again? That was phast. This week, we're gonna look at good phideaux and bad phideaux (although we rarely see a truly bad phideaux!):

There ya go. That's it phor this week. See ya later!

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

While I consider myself conservative, I don't call myself a Republican. I usually wind up voting that way, but on occasion I do vote for a Democrat. Unfortunately, I've been getting stung a lot when I do that. Now it has happened again:
Missouri Dem Governor Is Not Worried About Cost of Stimulus "Missouri Kids & Grandkids Will Pay the Debt Off"
Talk about chutspah! I hereby apologize to the rest of the Missourians for voting for this person. I'll be more careful in the future.

Here are a couple of ridiculous stories for you, to lighten the mood:

A federal prison inmate has filed a 23 million dollar lawsuit against NASCAR, blaming them for his criminal lifestyle.

A man in Adelaide, Australia broke into a car and was caught by police because he couldn't get out of the car. He had locked himself in.

And here's some good news:

The horrible people known as Westboro Baptist Church has been hit with a $23 million judgment in a case filed by a Maryland father of a soldier whose funeral they picketed. Go Maryland!!

And a really, really stupid story:

The L.A. County Board of Supervisors plans to rename Negrohead Mountain to honor a local pioneer named John Ballard. That's what they are claiming, however. Personally I think it's because of the "Negro-" part. It's the timing that is suspect, in my opinion.
The original name of the mountain -- the tallest in the region -- contained a racial slur in place of Negro but was changed due to federal civil rights legislation in the 1960s, Bellman said.

The goal of changing the name again is to directly honor Ballard and his family's contribution to the area, Yaroslavsky said.
Why didn't they want to directly honor Ballard before Obama was elected? They've had more than 40 years since the last renaming.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

This is interesting: Soldier doubts eligibility, defies president's orders.
His contention is that as an active member of the U.S. military, he is required to follow orders from a sitting president, and he needs – on pain of court-martial – to know that Obama is eligible.
Then today, I found this:
"I was inspired by 1LT Easterling's story and am writing you to inform you that I would like to be added as a plaintiff against Obama as well if you feel it would help your case," the soldier, identified for this report only as a reservist now on active duty in Iraq.
I'm glad someone is still keeping the fire lit under this issue, but I'm not as concerned about it as I was, and I'll tell you why. I believe this issue is being kept up in the air because it serves as a distraction from the unbelievable agenda being forced down our throats. The trillion dollar stimulus, the mortgage bailout, and now Congress is trying to push through another half-trillion dollar omnibus package that has 9,000 pork items, including tattoo removal and forced abortions in China, among others. Which brings up another question: Why are we paying for abortions for other countries? It's bad enough we're having them here.

Did y'all watch the Obama Hour tonight? Feel free to post your comments on the worship service here. I muted the TV until Bobby Jindal came on with the Republican rebuttal. I'm not sure, but I think the young man has pinned a giant target on himself for the liberals. He was witty, articulate and impressive. I'm sure he will be trashed now as a pre-emptive strike for 2012.

This is absolutely my favorite headline from this month: Cop Makes Arrest in Bathroom After Smelling Crack. How in the world did that get past the editor?

As I said very early this morning, my daughter remarried today. I thought y'all might like to see how purdy they are together:

Congratulations, Shauna and Mark. Let me know when you're coming to see us again. I've got a bunch of projects lined up (j/k).

I just love these lyrics:

Take my love, take my land,
Take me where I cannot stand,
I don't care, I'm still free,
You can't take the sky from me.

Take me out to the Black,
Tell 'em I ain't coming back,
Burn the land, Boil the sea,
You can't take the sky from me.

There's no place I can be,
Since I found Serenity.

You can't take the sky from me.

You think there's any chance Joss Whedon and Tim Minear will make a sequel to Serenity? I hope so.

Your Birthdate Predicts You're Fearless

Ever since you were born, you've always been able to assert yourself.
You are confident in carving your own path. Soon enough, other people will be persuaded and follow along.
You are driven and competitive to the point of being impulsive. You'll do just about anything to win.
It drives you crazy when you have to stay still in life. You are too dynamic to stay stagnant.

What Does Your Birthday Predict About You?

Howdy, boys and girls. To all my family: my daughter is getting married this afternoon. My daughter-in-law is having surgery on the 17th of March. Timing is everything, right?

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Brilliant statement, Mal. Go Firefly!

This one takes the cake: Shark attacks drop; ailing economy cited. Heh.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

If you are a guy, you might want to put on a cup before reading this, because you'll instinctively want to protect certain body parts:
A Monroe Correctional Complex prisoner with a history of mental illness was rushed to the hospital Thursday after his second attempt to cut off his penis.

The prisoner, 49, already had amputated much of his genitals several years ago, prison spokeswoman Cathy Kopoian said.

On Thursday the man apparently used a razor blade to cut off what remained.
Yikes! This is the part of the story that floored me:
Prisoners are permitted basic necessities, including razors, under state law, she said. Prison officials didn't consider the man at risk to harm himself.
The man was convicted July 1, 1977, for aggravated first-degree murder, Kopoian said. He's serving a life sentence without the possibility of parole in the special offenders unit, a part of the prison reserved for treating prisoners with mental health issues.
You know, that doesn't sound to me like he wasn't considered a threat. A convicted murderer in a mental health facility, and you give him a razor, knowing that in the past he had tried to make himself a soprano? Are you nuts? Do you need to be treated in the same facility?

You Crave a Dynamic Life

Your dream is to live a life where you are constantly learning and evolving.

You believe that the world, people, and life are incredibly fascinating.

You want to use your mind as much as possible. You want to dare yourself to do what's difficult.

You'd like to expand your worldview and maybe even solve some of the world's problems.

The Sunset Test

Remember this entry where I talked about Coach, a contestant on this season's Survivor? Well, Coach has run into a slight problem. It seems Coach Ben has lost his job at Southwest Baptist University. According to the report, he told them he'd only be gone a week, but was gone for at least two months. Frankly, that was kind of a dumb move. If he'd told them the truth, they probably would have worked with him.

This is just going to be a stream of consciousness thing, so if you’re not interested in the bizarre thoughts that tumble through my brain, scroll down and read something else, ok?

In September, 2001, I was spending my days as a pseudo-housekeeper (meaning I’m really bad at it no matter how hard I try). My husband was attending Southwest Baptist University, getting his degree in Psychology with a minor in Sociology. One beautiful Tuesday morning, he was getting around and getting ready to leave to fork, and I was watching the Today Show. Suddenly they came on with a breaking news report: a plane had crashed into one of the World Trade Center towers. That was so bizarre, watching the smoke roiling out of that building, and debris floating down to the street below. We sat down and watched it for a while, then the second plane hit. I almost passed out with that one. I could literally feel every fear, and every pain the people in those towers were experiencing. Not to the extent they felt it, of course, but it was as though I was standing in the corner watching everything they were trying to do to survive. If I closed my eyes, I could almost see the plane coming into the building. It was surreal.

A short time after my husband had to leave for class the third plane hit, this time at the Pentagon.

For a very long time, I went through a funk, for lack of a better term. I wasn’t really depressed, but if I were to sit and relax those memories would come flooding back in and I felt their emotions all over again and started crying.
It has dawned on me tonight that I am going through that again, but to a lesser extent. The only thing I can attribute it to is the election and the horrendous “stimulus” package that is going to cause a lot of people a lot of pain. Knowing that my children and grandchildren, and probably their grandchildren are going to have to deal with this outrage is extremely infuriating, but my fury turns to sadness. Even the movies I’ve been watching are contributing to the mood. Air Force One, The Patriot, Braveheart, Mad Max, We Were Soldiers, all exceptional movies. Tonight it’s Firefly. And they are all connected. Every one of those movies has strong people fighting to make a better world.

I was born shortly after the truce of the Korean War, grew into my teens during Vietnam, saw Grenada, Somalia, Lebanon, Gulf War I and II. I’ve seen terrorist attacks on American soil both foreign in New York, and domestic in Oklahoma City, and I’ve seen the Olympics in Munich turned upside down when the terrorists murdered the Israeli athletes.

I have seen more than enough fighting in my lifetime, and I really would hate to see this country stir up a second Civil War, but it’s looking like it’s gonna turn out that way. I feel sorry for this country. We have no real leaders anymore. Conservatives are frustrated because they blew their shot when in power. Sharing committee chairmanships and compromising on everything lost them the Congressional seats they needed to hold control. The liberals, now that they have control of both sides of Congress AND the White House are still filled with anger at the conservatives and Republicans. Some have even said that Republicans should be wiped off the face of the Earth, as if that would solve any problems. We’re drifting aimlessly, our allies are anxious, and our enemies in this world are getting ready to pounce. So who will take us out first? I don’t know. And that’s why I’m sad.

But that sadness is now turning to anger.

If I were healthy, I think I would try running for office. I have no real skeletons in my past so that might hold me back, but I’m sure I could do as good a job as some of those shmucks in Washington are doing now.

There is one section in the Declaration of Independence that keeps running around in my mind: But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security. (Yes, I know that was quoted in “National Treasure”, but that doesn’t make it any less appropriate.) While our current government has only been in office for a very short time, it is becoming more and more evident that those in charge have little competence. I fear we may wait too long before something is done. And no, I do not want anything to happen to Obama. That would only make him a martyr, and there are too many of those now. I want someone responsible to take charge and put our government on the right track. I want an adult with a brain to take the stimulus “law” and carving that pig into a meal that won’t choke us to death. Is that really too much to ask?

Friday, February 20, 2009

Holy Phour Legged Phun, Batman!! It's Phriday Phideaux!!

Don't ya love that picture? I wish I could remember where I found it last night. Onward...

Ever wonder what happened to Don King? We found him:

Chewie as a kid:

Those are fun, aren't they? But there's is another side to the Phideaux. And it is much more important.

That's it for this week's edition of the Phideaux. See ya later.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

My brother-in-law sent me this, and I thought I'd share it with you:

No He Can't
by Anne Wortham

Fellow Americans,

Please know: I am black; I grew up in the segregated South. I did not vote for Barack Obama; I wrote in Ron Paul's name as my choice for president. Most importantly, I am not race conscious. I do not require a black president to know that I am a person of worth, and that life is worth living. I do not require a black president to love the ideal of America

I cannot join you in your celebration. I feel no elation. There is no smile on my face. I am not jumping with joy. There are no tears of triumph in my eyes. For such emotions and behavior to come from me, I would have to deny all that I know about the requirements of human flourishing and survival all that I know about the history of the United States of America , all that I know about American race relations, and all that I know about Barack Obama as a politician. I would have to deny the nature of the "change" that Obama asserts has come to America . Most importantly, I would have to abnegate my certain understanding that you have chosen to sprint down the road to serfdom that we have been on for over a century. I would have to pretend that individual liberty has no value for the success of a human life. I would have to evade your rejection of the slender reed of capitalism on which your success and mine depend. I would have to think it somehow rational that 94 percent of the 12 million blacks in this country voted for a man because he looks like them (that blacks are permitted to play the race card), and that they were joined by self-declared "progressive" whites who voted for him because he doesn't look like them.

I would have to wipe my mind clean of all that I know about the kind of people who have advised and taught Barack Obama and will fill posts in his administration, political intellectuals like my former colleagues at the Harvard University 's Kennedy School of Government. I would have to believe that "fairness" is the equivalent of justice. I would have to believe that man who asks me to "go forward in a new spirit of service, in a new service of sacrifice" is speaking in my interest. I would have to accept the premise of a man that economic prosperity comes from the "bottom up," and who arrogantly believes that he can will it into existence by the use of government force. I would have to admire a man who thinks the standard of living of the masses can be improved by destroying the most productive and the generators of wealth. Finally, Americans, I would have to erase from my consciousness the scene of 125,000 screaming, crying, cheering people in Grant Park, Chicago irrationally chanting "Yes We Can!" Finally, I would have to wipe all memory of all the times I have heard politicians, pundits, journalists, editorialists, bloggers and intellectuals declare that capitalism is dead and no one, including especially Alan Greenspan, objected to their assumption that the particular version of the anti-capitalistic mentality that they want to replace with their own version of anti-capitalism is anything remotely equivalent to capitalism.

So you have made history, Americans. You and your children have elected a black man to the office of the president of the United States , the wounded giant of the world. The battle between John Wayne and Jane Fonda is over and that Fonda won. Eugene McCarthy and George McGovern must be very happy men. Jimmie Carter, too. And the Kennedys have at last gotten their Kennedy look-a-like. The self-righteous welfare statists in the suburbs can feel warm moments of satisfaction for having elected a black person. So, toast yourselves: 60s countercultural radicals, 80s yuppies and 90s bourgeois bohemians. Toast yourselves, Black America. Shout your glee Harvard, Princeton , Yale, Duke, Stanford, and Berkeley. You have elected not an individual who is qualified to be president, but a black man who, like the pragmatist Franklin Roosevelt, promises to Do Something! You now have someone who has picked up the baton of Lyndon Johnson's Great Society. But you have also foolishly traded your freedom and mine what little there is left for the chance to feel. There is nothing in me that can share your happy obliviousness.

No He Can't

Anne Wortham is Associate Professor of Sociology at Illinois State University and continuing Visiting Scholar at Stanford University 's Hoover Institution. She is a member of the American Sociological Association and the American Philosophical Association. She has been a John M. Olin Foundation Faculty Fellow, and honored as a Distinguished Alumni of the Year by the National Association for Equal Opportunity in Higher Education.

I have failed my children.

I failed to introduce them properly to musical theater. While they would tolerate my opera music, there were few musicals they enjoyed watching.

Over the weekend, I was feeling a little nostalgic, so I sent both of them the lyrics to "Sunrise, Sunset" from Fiddler on the Roof. Today I received an e-mail from my son, wanting to know if I had written the lovely poem. Sigh.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

I'm gonna need some good thoughts coming my way this week. One of my assignments in my Criminal Justice class is that I have to pretend I'm a U.S. Senator and write a letter to Congress. YUCK!! I'm not sure I can think that sleazy. On top of that, I'm not sure Congress has any business debating whether the exclusionary rule violates the Fourth Amendment. If I remember correctly, that's a job for the judicial branch, not legislative. Anyway, good thoughts will be appreciated.

Congratulations to Matt Kenseth on his victory at the Daytona 500. Sorry, Matt, I wasn't rooting for you, but I'm glad you beat some of the others out there.

The hamlet of Cliff Village, Missouri has voted to permit medical marijuana in their little town. Good for them. Now, I don't use marijuana. I tried it once and didn't like it, mainly because I'm a control freak and don't like losing control. Plus it was a lot harsher than my cigarettes. But mostly the control thing, same reason I've never been drunk. Anyway, why not? Let's legalize marijuana (only marijuana!), and tax the crap out of it. That may be one of the few ways we can get out of this sinkhole of a monstrosity called the stimulus package. Otherwise we'll be paying it off forever.

I understand that from time to time the helicopter known as Marine One will need to be replaced. That is logical, because they wear out over time. But can someone, anyone, explain to me why on Earth there needs to be 28 of them? There is only one President (except for now when we don't really have one), so what are the other 27 for? I can see having a backup, for when the first one needs repairs, but 27??

As if it weren't bad enough that Obama is cozying up to the Syrians, Iranians and Palestinians, now he's going out of his way to alienate the British. Someone should remind him that England is one of our allies... for now. At this rate we will run out before the end of the year.

It is always, ALWAYS!, a good idea to teach your children, especially your daughters, self defense. Good job, young lady!

There is a skunk outside my house right now. Dear God, please don't let anything scare it. It smells bad enough.

Friday, February 13, 2009

It's time phor Phriday Phideaux again, gang. And here we go:

This next one just cracked me up:

This last picture is for our intrepid Rachel Lucas, who this weekend will be winging her way across the pond for a three year stint with her newlywed Rupert (not his real name) in Jolly Ole England:

Not many dogs would allow you to do that. Sunny is truly special...and a unicorn!

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Tonight's Survivor was fascinating. First, we have a member of tonight's winning tribe from right here in the Ozarks. "Coach" is a soccer coach over in Bolivar, MO. So naturally I've gotta root for him. Second, Sandy is dumber than a rock. Seriously. When you're standing on a beach, looking around, and can't see the only palm tree in the area, get some freakin' glasses, girl! And how many people have no idea what it means to "go ten paces"? How did she not get voted out tonight?

Well, I see Obama needs a new Commerce Secretary. I don't think the news is telling it the way it really happened. Personally, I think it went kinda like this:

1. Obama nominates a Republican so he can look bipartisan.
2. Somebody reminds him that the census comes up next year, and the Commerce Secretary is in charge of it.
3. Someone mentions that the census determines congressional districts for the next ten years.
4. Obama freaks out, then decides to take the census away from Commerce (which is totally against the Constitution) and give it to his Chief of Staff so the Democrats don't lose that power.
4. Commerce Secretary calls him on it and is told to "withdraw" from the job.

Any other opinions?

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

BREAKING PHIDEAUX NEWS: Congratulations go out to Stump, the 2009 winner of the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show. Isn't he sweet? And such a cute name, too.

Looks like we might get stuck with this monstrosity of a "stimulus" package. I saw someone called it Porkula. That was brilliant. Anyway, when this "stimulus" gets me killed, I want somebody in my family to get some payback. What are you talking about? you ask. Well, I'll tell ya. Nobody is talking about it, but there is a nasty bit of national health care legislation buried in this garbage. But you're disabled, you say, why should you be opposed to that? Simple. This crap will ultimately lead to rationing. The health care you get will depend on how much you are worth to society. Being disabled already and over 50, well I won't be high on the list. So if I get really sick, I probably won't qualify to receive help right away. No! you say. That's crazy! Tell it to the people in Europe. Some countries over there already have it.

Ask yourself this: What does this have to do with stimulus? NOTHING!!

There's a lot of pork in this stimulus bill. Obama was lying through his teeth last night when he said there was no pork in it, no earmarks. Lying. Through. His. Teeth. Read the bill. Roy Blunt voted the right way, as did Kit Bond. Claire McCaskill voted for this mess, as did most, if not all, the Democrat congresscritters. We can still stop it, if we let them know they will not be re-elected if they vote for it. It still has to get through conference to reconcile the House and Senate versions. It can still be stopped, but we have to care enough to put out a little effort.

Here's an interesting story about a man who just got his class ring back after losing it forty years ago. Maybe there's still hope for me. I lost mine in the summer of 1974 in a creek over by DeSoto, Missouri during summer camp. We swam in the creek every day, and my ring slipped off my finger. Some of the guys said they would dive looking for it, but that night it rained and the creek swelled and, well, you know the story. I blame my mother, of course. She told me never to take it off again, after she found it for the umpteenth time on the shelf over the kitchen sink. So if anyone finds a class ring from East High School class of 74, let me know.

I just finished a book a few days ago and wanted to recommend it to anyone who wants to see just the kind of things we could be facing if we allow our leaders (?) to drop their guard. It's called "America Falling" by Don Brockette. If you enjoyed Tom Clancy's Patriot Games, you will enjoy this book. Naturally, as most books not written for children these days, there is some salty language, but if you can look past it you will really get a lot from this book. I'm looking forward to his next book now, especially after reading a small excerpt from it. Anyway, if you want to check it out, click on the Amazon ad on the right, or click here. You won't regret it.

Monday, February 09, 2009

Oh this is wonderful.
From crisis to catastrophe. Off a cliff. Dark, darker, darkest. Mortal danger of absolute collapse. Armageddon.

President Obama and top Democrats on Capitol Hill are deploying these and other stark predictions of doom and gloom to push through their economic-stimulus package.
Way to keep your cool, dude. Wouldn't want anyone to get scared, right? Gotta set a good example.

In the meantime, it seems the Constitution of the United States no longer applies to the White House. Why isn't the press screaming about these violations? Why should we care? Because the census is used to establish the congressional districts, that's why.

Just a couple of items on our glorious Congress and their attempts to bankrupt the country for their "boss":

First, while everybody is busy trying to shove this stimulus package down the throats of the working class, this little beauty is trying to work its way past our eyes without being seen. If you want to keep the second amendment, you'd better take notice.

One of the better Representatives from my state, Roy Blunt, has really pegged this boondoggle:
Blunt said "the difference in a tax cut package and a stimulus package is the difference in applying glue and sniffing glue. This stimulus is simply a sniffing glue package.
Well said, sir. Rumor has it Mr. Blunt is going to run for Kit Bond's seat in the next congressional election. We definitely need someone to offset Claire McCaskill's idiocy. She's so far up Obama's butt her hair is brown now.

Friday, February 06, 2009

Today's issue of Phriday Phideaux is simply a montage of phideaux with phabulous expressions:

Here are a couple of winter stories for ya:

First off, Massachusetts wants to force people to wear a helmet when they go sledding. Come on. If they would make sleds that you could steer like they used to, there would be no pressing need for helmets. Of course, if you were like my husband was when he was a kid, a helmet wouldn't be of any use. He used to sled down the hill by his house and shoot across a busy thoroughfare. At least the hill I lived on wasn't that busy.

And another cheerful winter story. A doofus slips and falls on the ice and the people who saw it started laughing. So he shot one of them.

A South Carolina state senator wants to establish a Confederate Memorial Day. Why not? It does, however, need a better name. How about Dixie Day?

Thursday, February 05, 2009

Check out this little guy named Cupcake Dog. What a hoot!

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

I saw this story and immediately thought of Rachel and her sister's raccoon problem. This would have solved the dilemma. It's amazing. People always think raccoons and skunks are so gentle, but they'll make you want your mommie if you tick them off.

You Are Mac and Cheese

When you are stressed out, you seek safety above everything else.
And nothing is more nourishing than a big warm plate of carbs.
Taking risks takes a toll on you, and you prefer your comfort food to be old fashioned.
You're the type of person who could eat the same meal every night, especially when life is hard.

What Comfort Food Are You?

Oh, this is so me! I could live on pasta: spaghetti, mac and cheese, tuna noodle casserole, lasagna, etc. Even those giant shells stuffed with risotto and smothered in marinara sauce. Great, now my mouth is watering, and it's 8:50 AM. I don't know if you've tried them but Banquet has a macaroni and cheese dinner out now. That's all it is is mac and cheese, but it is very good. The noodles aren't limp or hard, the cheese is rich and if you give it a little extra time in the oven you get that nice brown topping on the casserole. Yum!!

Okay, I've got a few minutes to throw some linky love in your direction. Here we go:

Leaping needlefish impales man's nasal cavity. Click here.

Those idiots supposedly representing us little people want to use an amendment to the already bloated stimulus plan and purchase all the trucks and SUV's that get 18 mpg or less, and crush them. Heaven forbid someone on a fixed income or a family that needs larger transportation be able to get these on the cheap. NO! They must be destroyed. Yeah, that's gonna help the auto makers. Click here.

Here's a congressman I could grow to like. Congressman John Carter (R-TX) is proposing that everyone get the same sweetheart deal that Rangel and Geithner, and now apparently Tom Daschle have gotten from the IRS. Click here.

Last, but definitely not least, we have something I haven't seen since I last watched the Three Stooges. Two criminals cuffed together tried to escape, but when passing a lightpole went on separate sides of it and came around, crashing into one another. Check it out...there are pictures and everything! Click here.

That's it for today. I've got about 8 more assignments due this week so I have a lot of reading to do. Ta ta.

It's nice to know I'm not the only one thinking along these lines. Many of the GOP and Chuck Norris himself have stated that the Gitmo cellmates, if they must be transferred anywhere, should be sent to Alcatraz Island. I told the same thing to Sir Mugley about two weeks ago. I'se so smart!

Think about it: You wouldn't really need guards. Where would they go? These guys are desert people. If they really wanted to try to swim to shore, that would be one less person to feed.

Speaking of feeding them, just lower a pallet of food once a day and let them distribute it to their own satisfaction. Survival of the fittest, as they say.

All we would have to do is make sure nobody shows up in a boat to give them a ride.

Sunday, February 01, 2009

Ooooh, so close! Yeah, I had Arizona and they let me down. Now I guess the burger's on me. But he's buying his own fries this time.

Is everybody ready for the Super Bowl? This should be a very interesting game. As you may recall, at the end of the season Sir Mugley owed me 81 cents on our football pool. Well, that went by the wayside when I lost on one of the playoff games we both had a team in, so now I owe him 19 cents. But today, Super Bowl Sunday, is a five dollar game! One of us will be able to buy a burger with our winnings. Whoopie!

I had a breakthrough on my genealogy. I finally found a person I'd been seeking for the entire time I've been working on this book. We didn't have his first name, didn't know the proper spelling of the last name and he came here from Germany. But I found him! If my arthritis wasn't acting up, I'd pat myself on the back.

I want anyone who will to tell me your favorite Super Bowl commercial tonight. I do know the Clydesdales will be back and there's something about a horse joining the circus. Hmmm...

I want to take a minute to wish Two Dogs a very happy blogiversary today. Four Years! And you're still awesome!

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