DIng Dong..

Well, for once -- ONCE! -- someone on the left got the gate because they flapped their lips too much or too offensively.

Helen Thomas, the Hearst correspondent who was caught in an embarrassing You Tube viddy expressing her opinion that all the Jews should take int on the lam and return to their former homes in Europe..

..you know, like Germany and Poland, those countries that had the quaint little Jewish resettlement villages in them like Auschwitz, Bergen-Belsen, Belzec, and Dachau (where all you had to do was work and you'd be free).

Well, the repugnance of these words finally overcame the sensibilities of many involved and she became a hot potato, dropped by her agents earlier this weekend. Sadly, Hearst, her employer, did not have the cajones to fire her obviously, but advising that long-overdue retirement might be in order.

"Helen Thomas announced Monday that she is retiring, effective immediately," read a statement from Hearst Newspapers on Monday. "Her decision came after her controversial comments about Israel and the Palestinians were captured on videotape and widely disseminated on the Internet."

(above we see Helen, distraught over recent White House matters, calling the administration's attention to the fact that there's no toilet paper in the ladies room.)

So, she pulled an Imus and departed the local stage after a typically weak, feeble attempt at an apology.

Thomas said in a statement that, "I deeply regret my comments I made last week regarding the Israelis and the Palestinians. They do not reflect my heart-felt belief that peace will come to the Middle East only when all parties recognize the need for mutual respect and tolerance. May that day come soon.

..yeah, right Helen, keep f**king that chicken.

On it from day..er..um..can you just hand me that calendar, sweetie?

From Drudge, it seems that last night The Golden Pantload and his Pantload-ette (looking like a Russian weight-lifter) are taking a break from his harrowing Gulf oil-spill vigil to attend what Matt calls his "..Second Music Party of the Week", a gala at Ford's Theater.

OBAMA OFF TO THE THEATER
Sent: Sun Jun 06 18:06:32 2010
Subject: pool report #1

Reception in the East Room prior to performance at Ford's Theatre [sic]

Print pool only was ushered into the East Room about 5:20 p.m. where many elegant ladies in long dresses and men in tuxedos were standing sipping drinks and eating small finger food. Transportation Secretary Ray LaHood came over to say hello to the pool but the president and first lady were announced before there was any real conversation. A few faces spotted in the crowd, Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid and Rep. John Dingell and his wife.

The president and first lady walked in and gave brief remarks to the crowd, but pooler was unable to actually see them because everyone was standing. We're headed over to Ford's Theatre [sic] shortly and should be able to see then what FLOTUS is wearing.

Obama made the following remarks:

"Tonight is about celebrating the great work of Ford's Theatre [sic] and what it has done to preserve the legacy of presidents and highlight the importance of the arts and education in our lives and the life of our nation. In many ways it's impossible to separate the history of America from the history of its music and its spoken word. Soldiers have sung as they've marched to war and raised their voices again while laying the burden to rest."

Lyrics on a page and voices on a stage have helped make us across generations and across cultures, backgrounds, and faiths. Great leaders including Lincoln himself have drawn inspiration and courage from the arts. And on a personal note, they helped each of us express the joys and hardships of life while bringing us closer to each other."

[Drudge reporting] This is especially true during moments of trial. The president said there have been a lot of trials over the past year and a half. "Now, there are brothers and sisters in the Gulf Coast who are going through an incredibly difficult time in the face of a disaster unlike any we've seen of late. I want to emphasize again that we're going to do everything we can in the weeks and months and years ahead to make this right, and everyone here feels the same way."

But tonight, we will celebrate not only music, song, and performances, but also the incredible legacy of Ford's Theatre [sic] and some award recipients who have done some much to help others in this country and around the world."

In the mean time, a few more millions of gallons of oil seeped into the Gulf of Mexico and Paul McCartney -- presumably still changing his Depends -- was unavailable for comment.

("..it's so much better than when I got locked in the lavatory of the Liverpool Public Library for eight years, in'it?")

Monday Morning Pick-Me-Up..

Courtesy of The Woodsterman (who'll give you the real hat tip):

In case you can't read it, they're "Skanky", "Sleazy", "Fishy", "Queeney", "Dopey", "Cheaty", "Gaffy"..

Get stuffed!

There is a growing move afoot to NOT fire Helen Thomas -- to let her stay just where she is -- even after she vapor-locks. I mean, they could have her stuffed or mummified and put in the first row -- the odor being only marginally more objectionable that it is now. And, most certainly, she would not utter any of the inane, argumentative, garrulous, meandering questions she does now. 

And -- fer sure, dude -- she would be somewhat less offensive. 

..she'd just be a dessicated, linen-wrapped piece of liberal protoplasm, a tribute to Obama's Golden Age -- his thousand year Reich in which he had  members of his ministry of truth -- the MSM -- argue for a re-ignition of the Holocaust.

However, if they were really creative, instead of embalming her or mummifying her, they could eviscerate her, stuff her with Hershey's Kisses and JuJu Bees (get it?), little pull-toy party favors and use her for a piñata on Cinco de Mayo. 

(O.K., that's enough of the cheap stuff. Tomorrow, I invest in a new bottle of Glennlivet. The Jack Daniels and Arnold Palmer mix gets retired.)

Get the Tidy Bowl ready folks..

 Seems Helen Thomas is wending her way to the septic tank as the result of her agents resigning from her account:

“It is with a heavy heart that Nine Speakers Inc. announces its resignation as the agent for Helen Thomas, Dean of the White House Press Corps,” wrote Diane Nine, agency president.

“Ms. Thomas has had an esteemed career as a journalist, and she has been a trailblazer for women, helping others in her profession, and beyond. However, in light of recent events, Nine Speakers is no longer able to represent Ms. Thomas, nor can we condone her comments on the Middle East,” wrote Nine.

I am not sure what this means, but her little sh!t-fit also pissed off former Clinton White House Counsel Lanny Davis, who leveled this well-deserved fusillade at her:

“Helen Thomas, who I used to consider a close friend and who I used to respect, has showed herself to be an anti-Semitic bigot,” wrote Davis in a statement.. “She has a right to criticize Israel…. However, her statement that Jews in Israel should leave Israel and go back to Poland or Germany is an ancient and well-known anti-Semitic stereotype of the alien Jew not belonging in the land of Israel that began 2,600 years with the first tragic and violent Diaspora caused by the Romans.”

I, folks, you might want to flush the bowl again as it's a long way to the treatment plant. Oh, and be sure to jiggle the handle and close the lid when you're done.

And, finally, to Helen, the hag, I have this:

..buh-bye!

 

..and, in other news of the day..

Paul McCartney, has-been member of the long-defunct 60s pop group, The Beatles, made no gratuitous digs at former U. S. President George W. Bush.

..and a representative for Sir McCartney said he was unavailable for comment because his butler was helping him change his Depends. When approached for comment on McCartney's absence of remarks, The Golden Pantload was quoted as saying, "Can't you just let me finish my waffles, sweetie?"

(I really must see someone about this obsession of mine; I just cannot stop.)  

UPDATE: Why is this significant? See Left Coast Rebel.

Omaha, Utah, Juno, Sword, Gold..

 Remember..remember..remember..remember..

Weirdly weird weirdness stuff..

These set of facts brought to you by the always-enthralling Woodster Man:

• Did you know that the word "race car" spelled backward still spells "race car"?

• Did you know that "eat" is the only word that if you take the 1st letter move it to the last, it spells its past tense "ate"?

• And have you noticed that if you rearrange the letters in "illegal immigrants"..

..I am sorry, for this last one you'll have to go to his site to find out the neat palindrome he's formed.

O! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand..

There's not much I can add to this. Go here and here to understand why this post appears.

O! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav’n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust.”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

I wonder what the effect of meeting at Tea Parties and other gatherings in the upcoming months -- and years -- and singing both verses of the Star Spangled Banner as both an additional homage to this nation of ours and a re-commitment to the values and principles that have made it and will make it endure?

Of course, my grasp of history fades as I age. There are four verses to Key's beautiful poem:

Mars Attacks!

(O.K., O.K., you try to come up with really clever headlines time in and time out. Actually, I wish you would because clearly I cannot.)

Well, that ugly piece of syphilitic elephant afterbirth that has been masquerading as a White House press pool correspondent since, oh, around the Spanish-American War is at it again. Check out the clip below:
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..it has the odd effect of actually making me a smidge sympathetic to Robert Gibbs' plight, facing her day in and day out. If I had to do that, I'd either develop a really, really expensive drug habit or eat the business end of a .357 handgun.

No, come to think of it, Obama and his clown troupe deserve every ounce of this menopausal bitch.

Other persons remembered..

Allahpundit over at Hot Air! has this great post about Helen Thomas supposed apology for the "back to the showers" remark she made about the Jews early yesterday. In illustrating his point -- and for comic relief -- he posted the above snippet of the late Tony Snow making mincemeat of the old hag.

It serves two purposes, really. (1) It shows what a doddering fool she was/is and (2) it allows us to compare and contrast Tony to the current imbecile in The Golden Pantload's administration, the Dilbertesque Robert Gibbs.

I am still numbed by the loss of Johnny Wooden and, seeing Tony Snow skillfully and artfully at work, makes me even more sad that he (Snow) had left us at such a tender age.

John R. Wooden, 1910-2010

Pausing from the general tenor of this site, I wish to ask that a moment of silence be observed for the legendary UCLA basketball coach -- Johnny Wooden -- who passed on earlier this day and has gone to join his beloved Nell Wooden who left him some years before.

There are 11 NCAA Championship banners hanging in Pauley Pavilion. Ten of them are from John Wooden's teams and he won them over the space of 12 years. This is a feat that will probably never be equaled again -- certainly not by one coach at one institution. But much more than those championships, there are some fine young men who learned valuable lessons in winning these banners.

I had the singular distinction of attending and graduating from UCLA (1964-1968) during his greatest successes and was honored to have met, listened to, and spoken with him on a number of occasions during my time there. In an era (the middle to late sixties) so fraught with college and societal unrest, his talks were of the solid principles that would guide one through the turmoils of life whether athlete or no.

He was everything that you will read about him; he was quiet, soft-spoken, principled, and dignified. Many, many of his players took more away from UCLA than just a diploma and an NCAA championship ring. They learned traits and qualities that many professional athletes -- in deed, many people -- seem to lack in this day and age.

I had the privilege of meeting and befriending Lew Alcindor (now Kareem Abdul Jabbar), Steve Patterson, Mike Warren and a number of his players. They all were consumed by the academics and athletics at UCLA. But, despite their worries of school and the basketball campaigns that attended their scholarships, none -- NONE -- spoke of anything but love and respect for John Wooden and the principles he taught.

Thank you coach and God bless you.

Sh!t-wit McCartney upbraided for his dig at Bush

You know, sometimes it just gets too easy. Paul MacCartney is getting his head handed to him for the remark he made while osculating The Golden Pantload's purple buttocks.

McCartney ended the evening taking a baseless cheap shot at former President George W. Bush.

“After the last eight years, it’s great to have a President who knows what a library is,” McCartney quipped.

..anyway, I think the guy is a steaming load and a refugee from the divorce wars where I hope his formers and future formers siphon off all of his loot so he has to live the rest of his life out, chewing on rancid fish-heads, semi-naked in a freezing garret somewhere in England.

(That enough hate for you on this one, Colleen?)

The real thrill is that I get to run that pic of McCartney yet again.

The repulsive WH press corps(e) Gargoyle..

..is a shrieking anti-semite:

..and mentally defective in addition to having a face that looks like the crud on the underside of a mossy rock. Not only does she look hideous, her mind and soul match.

I hope this woman buddies up with Sean Penn so she can live out her life with terminal menstrual cramps, shrieking for a Midol. Here's hoping also that her duodenum hardens to concrete and she ends up terminally constipated. What else I would wish on her is not fit for publishing, but let me get half way through a bottle of Glennfiddich tonight and I'll sure as sh!t try.

..is that enough hatred for you Colleen? Or do you need me to go over to snopes.com and find some more abuse and hate.

Oh, and, Helen, you turd-sucking, liberal piece of dessicated elephant afterbirth, gaze on this:

..God bless the state of Israel and God damn Helen Thomas to purgatory for a million eternities.

(I gotta calm down, where.)

Sha-na-na-na..Sha-na-na..

..in honor of the May jobs figures, of course.

Reportedly, the economy gained 430,000 jobs last month according to the BLS. But that is where the good news comes to a screeching halt. Turns out that some 411,000 of these jobs were owed to census hiring. in other words, this month, 95% of the new jobs created (or saved?) were gummint jobs. Of course, the census jobs will be vaporizing shortly; I'm praying for sometime around August or September just in time for the clown troupe in Washington to deal with the newly burgeoning unemployment stats and angry voters. Over at The Hill, Armstrong Williams assesses the effort to pad the jobs numbers with temporary hires:

You guessed it, the Census Bureau put several hundred thousand to work last month — a figure that will certainly skew the final calculus and present a picture that would make Joe Biden proud. Never mind that those jobs are temporary; and already, Census workers are wondering aloud on blog and social media sites if they're eligible for unemployment benefits. You must be kidding me. Could we end up spending more taxpayer dollars to give these workers benefits they're not entitled to? Did the bean counters at OMB forecast for these conditions if some court gets happy and decides the workers should receive yet another handout?

But O-Job's census people (he tried to get them under his control, remember?) can't even get that right. The 411,000 census jobs that they are trying to spin are purportedly repeat hires according to the New York Post yesterday:

Mike says that after each stint with Census he, like everyone else, was given an official "termination" notice. And every time he was rehired Mike had to fill out a new employment application (more paperwork to be processed by paid workers).

A couple weeks ago I found out that Census was repeatedly hiring and firing workers without any apparent reason. I questioned if this was being done to artificially boost the nation's employment figures since the Labor Dept. considers it a new job created whenever someone is hired to work as little as one hour in a month.

Was Census churning jobs to make the economy look healthier than it really is?

Still, in light of this, the chief idiot just keeps flapping his gums, promising his head-up-their-ass followers there's light at the end of the tunnel and it ain't the 3:10 to Yuma:

President Barack Obama says the addition of 431,000 new jobs in May shows "the economy is getting stronger by the day."

Speaking at a trucking company outside Washington, Obama embraced the Labor Department's new employment snapshot, released Friday morning. A burst of census hiring lifted payrolls last month, and the unemployment rate dipped to 9.7 percent.

Obama notes that the economy has seen job gains for five straight months after devastating losses from the recession. He says the recovery is still in its early stages, and that it will be uneven in the months ahead.

The president says that even though the census jobs are only temporary, private sector hiring is growing, too.

By the way, as long as we're talking about padding numbers, let's check in with James O'Keefe -- the Acorn Slayer -- on how the newly hired census workers are encouraged to pad their time sheets:

..your taxes at work. Ain't a government job grand?

CULTURAL NOTE: For those of you who remember Woodstock and the flurry of after-market adulation for some of the more tangential groups appearing there will remember Sha Na Na, the New York City 50s R'n'R and Dew-wop singers. Yes, this song by the Silhouettes is where they got their name.

UPDATE: Ed Morrissey, over at Hot Air! has a great post that discusses and depicts the results this kind of padding and short term planning yields. Consider the ill-fated Cash for Clunkers program of last year. The following is a graph of motor vehicle sales during for 2008 through the present.Note how the spike in car sales are immediately followed by a mirror-image dip:

Instant results..here and now..screw the downstream consequences. You know, like that bumper sticker so popular with the baby-boomer and subsequent generations:

I want Instant Gratification..

..and I want it NOW!

Trenton Wrecking Ball III..

Oh yeah! Remember how we swooned all over Scott Brown and how he was going to be our hero in Washington? Well, for the most part he has played the role of Northeast Republican with his measured stances and some questionable votes. I ain't complaining mind you, because he ain't Coakley nor is he the bloated alcoholic Ted "Snorkel" Kennedy. Also, Scott Brown doesn't represent me, he represents the people of Massachusetts. Or, is that half of the people of Massachusetts and Kerry represents the half-assed people of Massachusetts or..

..anyway, I am wandering off track.

But when Governor Christie was hired to look after the interests of the good people of New Jersey, everyone wrote him off with the same "Northeast Republican" label and figured that by throwing that stiff Corzine out in the streets we'd be at least somewhat ahead.

But this snippet below tears it. We're talking total man crush here. I'm moving to New Jersey and working for this guys presidential run in 2012! I mean I'd love to see this guy go up against that lisping, metro-sexual clown Pantload who prances around for two months while the Gulf fills up and he blames (1) BP, (2) Bush, and (3) ABO -- Anybody But Obama.

EXTRA ADDED BONUS BULLETIN: Carly must have gotten some good news showing that she's opened up some daylight versus Campbell and DeVore because we are starting to see some Fiorina adverts slamming Box-of-Rocks "Call me Dummy; I believe I've earned that title" Boxer. Hope Carly kicks Boxer's bony ass all over the lot,

..you go girl!

(O.K., off to the rack to harvest some Z's.)

The Pepsi Generation..

..on Coke. Too funny; I'll shut up so you can listen..

..hat tip, Allahpundit over at Hor Air.

Oh yeah, I'm on this from day one..

..like white on rice..

Here is Mr Golden Pantload, the head tool and all of his other tools (and tool-ettes) at a White House conflab, showing their concern over the BP oil gushing out into the Gulf.



Oh yeah, lot of concern being shown there. The, uh, barf bags are in the bottom drawer over there. Don't be messing up my carpet, old son.

How's that smart, hip hypocrisy workin' out for you, Paulie babes?

(Sorry, I just cannot resist.)

So much crap, so little time..

Whoo baby! Seems like our golden boy -- the one the Colleen says I hate because I don't visit snopes.com enough -- is still "on it" as he has been "on it" from Day One:



Although, it would not seem so, according to the WaPo, as he was partying (yet, yet again again) with Paul "Give him a break" McCartney and the other flibberty-jibbets at the Gershwin fest last night. Cool! a chance for me to gratuitously re-run that great picture of McCartney again:

I love it!

As usual, the idiots come out of the woodwork: the First Turd's best bud, Spike Lee, cannot let Katrina go but manages to tell Obama to get mad and weakly insinuate that the prez is not doing as good a job as he should.

Spike Lee is, of course, a monumental hypocrite in doing a documentary about Katrina some five years later that will be a total bag job on the Bush administration while softly damning The Golden Pantload with his ass-kissing faint praise. I am so-o-o-o-o over these tools. Anything (legal and above board) that can be done to get this clown troupe and its posse of Hollywood sycophants off the national stage should be the objective of good, common, ordinary citizens.

Still in all, it looks like the Oil Spill is not going away. Hell, Woodsterman points out that it has even got its own blog now and is gathering a sizable audience expressing sympathy for The Pantload incessantly bagging on it. If this type of things continue to occur, looks like Obama will have to resort to making strawmen out of -- well straw.

Maybe we should see about getting the strawmen of this nation their own blog?

QUESTION OF THE DAY: Anyone seen Michael Moore recently? I mean, maybe he inhaled a couple dozen Big Macs and exploded all over his apartment or something. Don't get mad, Colleen, I'll have to check snopes.com on that one.

Oooh-rah!

Let's wipe that prancing Nancy fairy, McCartney from our memories shall we? The guy sucks; his hero sucks; he can stick his man-crush where the sun doesn't shine. Here's something from my high school bud Tom somewhere in the Sea Islands of Georgia, a letter written by someone who has a far better way with words than Paul or any of those fruit balls in the Gershwin audience ever. It's from a recon Marine in Afghanistan. If you like it, grand. If you are offended, fine, then pound sand please. It's also dedicated to Mustang and his folks over at Stacking Swivel:

From the Sand Pit it's freezing here.  I'm sitting on hard, cold dirt between rocks and shrubs at the base of the Hindu Kush Mountains , along the Dar 'yoi Pomir River , watching a hole that leads to a tunnel that leads to a cave.  Stake out, my friend, and no pizza delivery for thousands of miles.

I also glance at the area around my ass every ten to fifteen seconds to avoid another scorpion sting.  I've actually given up battling the chiggers and sand fleas, but the scorpions give a jolt like a cattle prod.  Hurts like a bastard..  The antidote tastes like transmission fluid, but God bless the Marine Corps for the five vials of it in my pack.

The one truth the Taliban cannot escape is that, believe it or not, they are human beings, which means they have to eat food and drink water.  That requires couriers and that's where an old bounty hunter like me comes in handy.  I track the couriers, locate the tunnel entrances and storage facilities, type the info into the hand held, shoot the coordinates up to the satellite link that tells the air commanders where to drop the hardware. We bash some heads for a while, then I track and record the new movement.

It's all about intelligence.  We haven't even brought in the snipers yet.  These scurrying rats have no idea what they're in for.  We are but days away from cutting off supply lines and allowing the eradication to begin.

I dream of bin Laden waking up to find me standing over him with my boot on his throat as I spit into his face and plunge my nickel-plated Bowie knife through his frontal lobe.  But you know me, I'm a romantic.  I've said it before and I'll say it again: This country blows, man. It's not even a country.  There are no roads, there's no infrastructure, there's no government. This is an inhospitable, rock pit shit hole ruled by eleventh century warring tribes.  There are no jobs here like we know jobs.

Afghanistan offers two ways for a man to support his family: join the opium trade or join the army. That's it.  Those are your options.  Oh, I forgot, you can also live in a refugee camp and eat plum-sweetened, crushed beetle paste and squirt mud like a goose with stomach flu, if that's your idea of a party.  But the smell alone of those 'tent cities of the walking dead' is enough to hurl you into the poppy fields to cheerfully scrape bulbs for eighteen hours a day.

I've been living with these Tajiks and Uzbeks, and Turkmen and even a couple of Pushtuns, for over a month-and-a-half now, and this much I can say for sure:  These guys, all of 'em, are Huns...  actual, living Huns..  They LIVE to fight.  It's what they do.  It's ALL they do. They have no respect for anything, not for their families, nor for each other, nor for themselves.  They claw at one another as a way of life. They play polo with dead calves and force their five-year-old sons into human cockfights to defend the family honor.  Huns, roaming packs of savage, heartless beasts who feed on each other's barbarism.  Cavemen with AK-47's.  Then again, maybe I'm just cranky.

I'm freezing my ass off on this stupid hill because my lap warmer is running out of juice, and I can't recharge it until the sun comes up in a few hours.  Oh yeah!  You like to write letters, right?  Do me a favor, Bizarre.  Write a letter to CNN and tell Wolf and Anderson and that awful, sneering, pompous Aaron Brown to stop calling the Taliban 'smart.' They are not smart.  I suggest CNN invest in a dictionary because the word they are looking for is 'cunning.' The Taliban are cunning, like jackals and hyenas and wolverines. They are sneaky and ruthless, and when confronted, cowardly.  They are hateful, malevolent parasites who create nothing and destroy everything else. Smart.  Pfft.  Yeah, they're real smart.

They've spent their entire lives reading only one book (and not a very good one, as books go) and consider hygiene and indoor plumbing to be products of the devil.  They're still figuring out how to work a Bic lighter.  Talking to a Taliban warrior about improving his quality of life is like trying to teach an ape how to hold a pen; eventually he just gets frustrated and sticks you in the eye with it.

OK, enough. Snuffle will be up soon, so I have to get back to my hole. Covering my tracks in the snow takes a lot of practice, but I'm good at it.

Please, I tell you and my fellow Americans to turn off the TV sets and move on with your lives. The story line you are getting from CNN and other news agencies is utter bullshit and designed not to deliver truth but rather to keep you glued to the screen through the commercials. We've got this one under control The worst thing you guys can do right now is sit around analyzing what we're doing over here, because you have no idea what we're doing, and really, you don't want to know. We are your military, and we are doing what you sent us here to do.

Saucy Jack
Recon Marine in Afghanistan
Semper Fi

A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank check made payable to 'The United States of America ' for an amount of 'up to and including my life.' That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it.

Sometimes you just want to take an old sock out of your drawer..

..and put it to a good use.

Paul McCartney -- like so many of the glitterati -- asks us to go easy on The Pantload:

“I’m a big fan, he’s a great guy. So lay off him, he’s doing great,” the British songsmith said on Tuesday, ABC News reported.

Easy for him to say, of course, living across the pond in a socialist paradise with his millions and millions of dollars. But things aren't quite the same if you're an indentured wage-slave, watching your savings evaporate, jobs vaporize, and having every vestige of your worth and beuing nibbled at by the unions, lying politicians, and corrupt, uncaring government.

He was over here to receives an award from fellow musicians:

This year’s recipient of the Library of Congress’s Gershwin Prize for Popular song, McCartney is set to perform at the White House Wednesday evening and be feted by fellow musicians Stevie Wonder, Faith Hill, the Jonas Brothers, Elvis Costello and Herbie Hancock, among others.

Speaking at a press conference in Washington ahead of the event, McCartney, 67, said he planned to “try to have fun” but predicted a case of the nerves when performing “like, three feet away” from Obama.

Oh, man! I am sure that was a very critical audience. You know, a lot of head nodding...especially Stevie Wonder. The Gershwin Prize concert is set to be broadcast on July 28. Well, I know what I'll be doing that day.

So, go ahead, Paul, old son, try to have fun there. I am sure it's a real sweat for you.

At least John Lennon lived here and paid taxes.

Don't cry for me, Argentia..

(It's a busy day, so work with me here.)

As I said, not a lot of time as I have to catch up on some work after a three-day weekend. But I just want to say this to anyone coming to this site expecting to read one microgram of sympathy for the towel-head camel drivers who thought they'd beat up a contingent of IDF who stopped their flotilla of so-called peace workers.

Go elsewhere!

All you'll get from me is this offensive post, a whole lot of abusive, unsynmmpathetic language, and the advisory, "if you're gonna pull that deck chair, pilgrim, you'd better be prepared to use it!".

Happy June First..

Celebrated throughout the Free (and Christian) World (except those countries still using the Mayan calendar) as the first day of the sixth month..except in Germany where it is called "Die ersten Tag des Sechsten Monat..", in these reassuring times, it's uncertain to know this:

(..hey, you wake up in the morning and try to come up with a post to bury the Cage Fighter story below. Also, I defy you to resurrect any high school German you remember.)

Somehow, one hopes this weren't true..

One of the subordinate posts over at Drudge today screamed this awful headline that just begged clicking:

American cage fighter 'rips out still-beating heart of training partner after fearing he was possessed by the devil'

An excerpt:

A U.S. cage fighter ripped out the heart of his training partner while he was still alive after becoming convinced he was possessed by the devil, it was alleged today.

Jarrod Wyatt also cut out Taylor Powell's tongue and ripped off most of his face in a brutal assault that police said looked like a scene from a horror film, officers said.

They claim they found the 26-year-old standing naked over his friend's body with parts, including an eyeball, strewn around the blood splattered room in Klamath, California.

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..o.k., that's it. I am out of the National Enquirer checkout lines headline business for good.

Quiet truth..

This blogging thing for me started last August when I hung out at a couple of sites: Track-a-Crat and The Illustrated Conservative and making inane, puerile witticisms that these gentlemen graciously published.

Somewhere down the road, I grew restive, and the author of The Illustrated Conservative was kind enough to send a private e-mail advising that I should test the waters for myself. I did so nervously and will always be grateful to him for that advice.

TIC labors infrequently owing to family and job responsibility, but when he does produce a post, it is insightful and worth reading. Of late, he comments on the failures of Obama citing Peggy Noonan's recent piece attempting to recant for the grievous sin she, George Will, and all of those other pasty, constipated East Coast RINOs committed in swooning over The Pantload:

Peggy Noonan, a RINO who supported Obama over McCain/Palin simply because he appealed to her more urbane, east coast instincts has also had enough of the man, “This is his third political disaster in his first 18 months in office. And they were all, as they say, unforced errors, meaning they were shaped by the president’s political judgment and instincts.” Really? Now you get what real conservatives were warning the nation about two years ago.

I would only correct Noonan's math in saying that virtually everything this POSOTUS has touched has been a disaster, so we are well over her tally of three.

But I digress. Head on over to The Illustrated Conservative from time to time and leave a few comments -- especially ones saying, "we want more...."

..he's good at what he does.

In Memorium..

Whenever this day rolls around, I think back some forty plus years ago to my dear friend, fraternity brother, and room mate at UCLA, Terry Ogami. The tragic details of Terry's service and sacrifice to our country are:

Terry Y. Ogami

CPL - E4 - Army - Selective Service

1st Cav Division (AMBL)

Length of service 1 years

His tour began on Apr 2, 1967

Casualty was on Feb 20, 1968

In QUANG TRI, SOUTH VIETNAM

HOSTILE, GROUND CASUALTY

GUN, SMALL ARMS FIRE

Body was recovered

Panel 40E - Line 45

Rest in peace, Ogie, and keep the beer cold for me when I come to join you. We will have a lot to talk about.

That could have been gone better..

This probably comes under the heading of "Late to the Dance" -- er, me not Ginger McGuire, the lady snoozing away back in 67D there. Fox ran this story wa-a-a-a-y back on Friday or so. But you gotta listen to the conversation with the FNC infobabe, who just nails McGuire's feet to the floorboards by harping on the unspoken subject of personal responsibility. At several points in the interview, McGuire is so flummoxed she does not even reply to the questions.

What would you do if you were in that predicament? Me, I'd jimmy the liquor cabinet and do the John Candy Planes, Trains, and Automobiles thing. After a few of those, I'd sleep it off until and not give a rat's behind.

..so many Myers's, so little time!

Yes, I believe this can be very easily done..

...just take everything down to highway 61

(Sign posted outside of Hutchinson, Kansas on Highway 61)

Now the roving gambler he was very bored
Trying to create a next world war
He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
He said 'I never engaged in this kind of thing before
But yes, I think it can be very easily done
We'll just put some bleachers out in the sun
And have it on highway 61'

Only decent cover of the Dylan song on You Tube:

Just sayin'

..no, I have not gone off the deep end of Birtherism nor anything..but wouldn't it be funny if some ten years later we found out that..

Just plug the damn pie hole, Obama..