Today, we are going to play a new game, won't that be fun? It's called "Spot the Rat!"
The rules are very simple: the first one who can "Spot the Rat" WINS!! Yes, you can!
Are you ready to play? OK, here goes, everybody SPOT THE RAT!
Did you win?
How Do You Spell "Thug?"
Friday, May 21, 2010
"Spot the Rat"
Hello, boys and girls!
Today, we are going to play a new game, won't that be fun? It's called "Spot the Rat!"
The rules are very simple: the first one who can "Spot the Rat" WINS!! Yes, you can!
Are you ready to play? OK, here goes, everybody SPOT THE RAT!
Today, we are going to play a new game, won't that be fun? It's called "Spot the Rat!"
The rules are very simple: the first one who can "Spot the Rat" WINS!! Yes, you can!
Are you ready to play? OK, here goes, everybody SPOT THE RAT!
Thursday, May 20, 2010
el Presidente Calderon
Felipe Calderon, apparently newly elected to Congress as the US Senator from Mexico, has vilified Arizona's recently-passed compliance with Federal immigration laws as "racist." Even better, he blames his government's monumental inability to control methamphetamine manufacturing and drug trafficking on the addicts in the USA, concluding somewhat accurately that, in a capitalistic venture such as drug smuggling, it is the buyer who provides the impetus to the market, so governmental intervention in such a lucrative trade would only serve to weaken Mexico's already faltering societal structure.
Brilliante, Senor!
Not since "I did not have sex with that woman..." have we heard such a lack of personal integrity and accountability. Senor Calderon, what are your country's immigration laws? Are they not much more constrictive than those of the United States? And why do you not regulate the importation of psuedoephedrine and/or ephedrine, the basal precursors to meth? I can buy a 55-gallon BARREL of ephedrine in sunny Mexico, sir. Anyone can. Shiploads arrive daily from India and from our mutual ally, China. I can purchase a Czech-made fully-automatic assault weapon in Mexico City or in Mazatlan, but not in Boca Raton nor in Montpelier, Denver, San Francisco, nor in any of the 50 United States. Why is that, sir? Hundreds of tunnels are dug from your semi-tropical Paradise, underneath a shamefully porous border, into the United States. Are there truly that many American touristas so anxious to visit Ciudad Juarez, or are you willfully blind to the slave trade your coyotes operate?
Ah, yes, it is the grocers who sell cigarettes who are responsible for the deaths smoking causes, just as it is the oil companies who are responsible for the thousands of automobile deaths each year, and the holster manufacturers who are responsible for the hundreds of gangland assassinations in Mexico each month. Brilliante!
I appreciate your cojones, Senor Calderon, but I would encourage you to clean up your own house before trashing mine.
Beso esto, imbecil !
Brilliante, Senor!
Not since "I did not have sex with that woman..." have we heard such a lack of personal integrity and accountability. Senor Calderon, what are your country's immigration laws? Are they not much more constrictive than those of the United States? And why do you not regulate the importation of psuedoephedrine and/or ephedrine, the basal precursors to meth? I can buy a 55-gallon BARREL of ephedrine in sunny Mexico, sir. Anyone can. Shiploads arrive daily from India and from our mutual ally, China. I can purchase a Czech-made fully-automatic assault weapon in Mexico City or in Mazatlan, but not in Boca Raton nor in Montpelier, Denver, San Francisco, nor in any of the 50 United States. Why is that, sir? Hundreds of tunnels are dug from your semi-tropical Paradise, underneath a shamefully porous border, into the United States. Are there truly that many American touristas so anxious to visit Ciudad Juarez, or are you willfully blind to the slave trade your coyotes operate?
Ah, yes, it is the grocers who sell cigarettes who are responsible for the deaths smoking causes, just as it is the oil companies who are responsible for the thousands of automobile deaths each year, and the holster manufacturers who are responsible for the hundreds of gangland assassinations in Mexico each month. Brilliante!
I appreciate your cojones, Senor Calderon, but I would encourage you to clean up your own house before trashing mine.
Beso esto, imbecil !
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
VICTORY IS IN SIGHT!!
At long last, after languishing for years as the 24th-worst state for business, Oregon has leapt, thanks largely to Measures 66 and 67, from a mediocre 24th-place to TWELFTH Place in the race for financial ruin! Isn't that good news for all you PERS supporters? Now we can vie with workers' paradises like California, New Jersey, and Massachussetts for the title of "Tax Hell 2010!" After all, "it's for the children."
Now, if only we could elect a tax-spendthrift like that other governor from a few years ago, what was his name...Bizhobbler? Taxjammer? Something like that. Anyway, with the right kind of governor and this Moe, Larry, and Curly legislature, there's no bottom to the money abyss, and plenty of room for more of measures like 666 and 667 (you know, next to the antichrist). Buh-bye, businesses!! We'll just raise property taxes, fuel taxes, excise taxes, utility fees, income taxes, toss in a sales tax, capital gains tax, death tax, private retirement taxes, and Oregon should be one great big state park! Won't that be lovely? Oh, the tent-camping tax, did I forget to mention that?
Incorporating in Nevada is sounding better and better...
Now, if only we could elect a tax-spendthrift like that other governor from a few years ago, what was his name...Bizhobbler? Taxjammer? Something like that. Anyway, with the right kind of governor and this Moe, Larry, and Curly legislature, there's no bottom to the money abyss, and plenty of room for more of measures like 666 and 667 (you know, next to the antichrist). Buh-bye, businesses!! We'll just raise property taxes, fuel taxes, excise taxes, utility fees, income taxes, toss in a sales tax, capital gains tax, death tax, private retirement taxes, and Oregon should be one great big state park! Won't that be lovely? Oh, the tent-camping tax, did I forget to mention that?
Incorporating in Nevada is sounding better and better...
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
COURAGE
Just imagine:
You're a 19 year old kid.
You're critically wounded and dying in
the jungle somewhere in the Central Highlands of Viet Nam .
It's November 11, 1967.
LZ (landing zone) X-ray.
Your unit is outnumbered 8-1 and the enemy fire is so intense, from 100 yards
away, that your CO (commanding officer) has ordered the MedEvac helicopters to
stop coming in.
You're lying there, listening to the enemy machine guns and you know you're not getting out.
Your family is half way around the world, 12,000 miles away, and you'll never see them again.
As the world starts to fade in and out, you know this is your last day.
Then - over the machine gun noise - you faintly hear that sound of a helicopter. You look up to see a Huey coming in. But ... It doesn't seem real because no MedEvac markings are on it.
Captain Ed Freeman is coming in for you.
He's not MedEvac so it's not his job, but he heard the radio call and decided he's flying his Huey down into the machine gun fire anyway.
Even after the MedEvacs were ordered not to come.
He's coming anyway.
And he drops it in and sits there in the machine gun fire, as they load 3 of you
at a time on board.
Then he flies you up and out through the gunfire to the doctors and nurses
and safety.
And he kept coming back!!
13 more times!!
Until all the wounded were out. No one knew until the mission was over that the captain had been hit 4 times in the legs and left arm.
He took 29 of you and your buddies out that day. Some would not have made it without the captain and his Huey.
Medal of Honor Recipient, Captain Ed Freeman, United States Air Force,
died last Wednesday at the age of 70, in Boise, Idaho .
May God Bless and Rest His Soul.
(I bet you didn't hear about this hero's passing, but we've sure seen
a whole bunch about Michael Jackson and Tiger Woods.)
Armed Forces Day: May 15
Veterans' Memorial Day: May 31
When that old crippled guy asks you to buy a plastic poppy, remember what he paid for your freedom.
You're a 19 year old kid.
You're critically wounded and dying in
the jungle somewhere in the Central Highlands of Viet Nam .
It's November 11, 1967.
LZ (landing zone) X-ray.
Your unit is outnumbered 8-1 and the enemy fire is so intense, from 100 yards
away, that your CO (commanding officer) has ordered the MedEvac helicopters to
stop coming in.
You're lying there, listening to the enemy machine guns and you know you're not getting out.
Your family is half way around the world, 12,000 miles away, and you'll never see them again.
As the world starts to fade in and out, you know this is your last day.
Then - over the machine gun noise - you faintly hear that sound of a helicopter. You look up to see a Huey coming in. But ... It doesn't seem real because no MedEvac markings are on it.
Captain Ed Freeman is coming in for you.
He's not MedEvac so it's not his job, but he heard the radio call and decided he's flying his Huey down into the machine gun fire anyway.
Even after the MedEvacs were ordered not to come.
He's coming anyway.
And he drops it in and sits there in the machine gun fire, as they load 3 of you
at a time on board.
Then he flies you up and out through the gunfire to the doctors and nurses
and safety.
And he kept coming back!!
13 more times!!
Until all the wounded were out. No one knew until the mission was over that the captain had been hit 4 times in the legs and left arm.
He took 29 of you and your buddies out that day. Some would not have made it without the captain and his Huey.
Medal of Honor Recipient, Captain Ed Freeman, United States Air Force,
died last Wednesday at the age of 70, in Boise, Idaho .
May God Bless and Rest His Soul.
(I bet you didn't hear about this hero's passing, but we've sure seen
a whole bunch about Michael Jackson and Tiger Woods.)
Armed Forces Day: May 15
Veterans' Memorial Day: May 31
When that old crippled guy asks you to buy a plastic poppy, remember what he paid for your freedom.
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