DAMN

So, Government Motors reports a 1.2 billion dollar loss since the company left the bankruptcy court. Those are your gotdam dollars taxpayers...

I stilll contend the best thing that could have happened was a REAL chapter 11 and a decision to allow the company to bust the UAW wide open so it could once again be competitive at marketplace. But now the union is running the company...talk about a fox guarding a chicken house.

Just For Glee

My Duck is Dead

A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon.

As she laid her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird's chest.

After a moment or two, the vet shook his head sadly and said, "I'm sorry, your duck, Cuddles, has passed away."

The distressed woman wailed, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am sure. The duck is dead," replied the vet.

"How can you be so sure?" she protested.

"I mean you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something."

The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room.

He returned a few minutes later with a black Labrador Retriever. As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom.

He then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.

The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room.

A few minutes later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.

The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck."

The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman.

The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "$150!" she cried, "$150 just to tell me my duck is dead!

The vet shrugged, "I'm sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been $20, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it's now $150.00

Just For Glee

Four old retired guys are walking down a street in Rotonda West , Florida . They turned a corner and see a sign that says, 'Old Timers Bar - all drinks 10 cents'.

They look at each other, and then go in, thinking this is too good to be true. The old bartender says in a voice that carries across the room, 'Come on in and let me pour one for you! What'll it be, Gentlemen?'

There seemed to be a fully-stocked bar, so each of the men ordered a martini. In short order, the bartender serves up four iced martinis...shaken, not stirred, and says, 'That'll be 10 cents each, please.' The four men stare at the bartender for a moment. Then look at each other...They can't believe their good luck. They pay the 40 cents, finish their martinis, and order another round.

Again, four excellent martinis are produced with the bartender again saying, 'That's 40 cents, please.' They pay the 40 cents, but their curiosity is more than they can stand. They have each had two martinis and so far they have spent less than a dollar. Finally one of the men says, 'How can you afford to serve martinis as good as these for a dime a piece?'

'I'm a retired tailor from Boston, the bartender said, and I always wanted to own a bar. Last year I hit the Lottery for $125 million and decided to open this place. Every drink costs a dime......wine, liquor, beer, it's all the same.'

Wow!!!! That's quite a story, says one of the men.

The four of them sipped at their martinis and couldn't help but notice seven other people at the end of the bar who didn't have drinks in front of them, and hadn't ordered anything the whole time they were there. One man gestures at the seven at the end of the bar and asks the bartender, 'What's with them?'

The bartender says, 'Oh, they're all old retired farts from New York City , They're waiting for happy hour when drinks are half price.

A Late Good Morning To Ya Blog World

I gotta excuse...has early morning appointment with the quack and a fasting blood test so I slept in until time to go. Then had business to take care of and just got back. Bear with me folks..gotta get some groceries in me and then I'll see what kinda shit and wit I can come up with. Y'all come, heah?

Terrorist or a Nutcase ??

From where I sit it looks to me like Maj. Nidal Malik Hasan , the murderer at Fort Hood was and is a raghead terrorist. All the evidence points to it...and that ain't all people, you are never going to know if that quiet Muslim neighbor of yours is just a quiet Muslim neighbor or if he is plotting to kill you and all others that he can before he is taken out himself.

The fact is that there are indeed some of the Muslim faith that are honest and loyal citizens of the US of A....but I sincerely believe that the percentage is low. And I say that because of what I know about Islam...and what I know is that it damn sure is not a religion of peace. The teachings of Mohammad instructed believers to convert by the sword...kill those who refused to accept Islam. This has been going on every since the prophet rode out of the desert over 1500 years ago.

There is no winning this war with Islam. The best we can hope for is containment and to do that we have to make it tough enough on Islam that they will think twice before attacking. Yeah, this means changing rules of engagement and going after the Mullahs and teachers who are preaching Jihad and hate. It might just work people...a cruise missile through some front doors of the hatemongers might just stop this madness.

Psalm 2009

Psalm 2009

The first book of democrats.

Barrack Obama is my shepherd, I shall not want
He leadeth me beside the still factories
He restoreth my faith in the Republican Party
He guideth me in the path of unemployment
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the breadline
I shall not go hungry.
Obama has anointed my income with taxes
My expenses runneth over my income
Surely poverty and hard living will follow me
all the days of my life
The democrats and I will live in a rented house forever
BUT I am glad I am an American
I am glad I am free
But I wish I was a dog
And Barrack Obama was tree.


Hat Tipped to Darlene, thanks hon

Sunday Morning Coming Down

It is a foggy morning here...a bit chilly for this time of year in my part of Florida, a reminder that the year is nearly gone and winter is coming soon. I spend a few minutes walking around the place looking at what I still have to do to put it back in reasonable shape after being gone for over a month during which there was not one drop of rain to nourish my flora. DAMN.

I stopped for a moment as I saw the glow of the eastern sun trying to shine through the mist and gave my apologies to the creator and asked her to forgive me for not being a better steward of her creation and then asked her to help me find the strength to clean up this gotdam mess. Some how I got the idea that she wanted me to get a bowl of grits and go to work...just like a woman, huh?

I suppose I will after while when the sun burns away the fog and the flora gets dry enough to work on. I have some grass trimming to do as need some hands an knees time pulling weeds out of the raised flower beds. Also need to get some fertilizer on the azaleas and hope they all bloom again this year...as far as I can tell all are still alive but they just ain't all that healthy.

So, here I sit with my second big mug of jumpstart trying to figure how to keep from
working today.. I could just say well, this be a Sunday and ya ain't supposed to work on a Sunday....but then I hear this nagging voice in my mind that is saying, "get off your ass dammit you hypocritical sumbitch. Being a Sunday never stopped you before from doing whatever the hell you wanted to do." What a nag...

So, I reckon if you don't see anything else here except for a joke or two I am going to put up this morning you will know that I am out side breaking the Sabbath and working my skinny 213 pound butt off. Or maybe just curled up in my recliner have sweet dreams...

Y'all come back, heah?

Bumper Sticker

A Return to American Justice ? BULLSHIT! If it was a return to American justice the sumbitches would have been hung from a tall tree with a short rope. What is it going to take to convince the public that the war between Islam and the west is not only ongoing but Islam is winning because people such as the editorial writer in the NY Times simply don't have the courage to fight.

It is this lack of will to fight that encourages the Islamic terrorists to attack...just as the raghead major who killed 13 people at Ft Hood attacked...and make my word here people, there will be more and more often in the days to come unless the people of this country wake up and take a stand.

Justice? What justice. Hell, what is justice...look it up in the dictionary and you will find it is synonymous with fairness and look up fairness and you will find it is synonymous with justice...both concepts abstract concepts and the meaning depends on culture and values. And the American culture has degraded into one that refuses to not only accept responsibility but also refuses to demand anyone else accept responsibility for their actions...and it appears that to the majority justice means blaming Bush.

"Khalid Shaikh Mohammed, the self-described mastermind of the Sept. 11 attacks, and four others accused in the plot..." are going to walk. I think that has been the Obama plan from the beginning. Then he can point to himself and proclaim to the world that he is a 'just' man and pat himself on the back. And then when the next major attack comes from his raghead brothers he will say it is Bush's fault...and will be right because Bush should have tried and hung these five sumbitches years ago and summarily shot the rest after getting all the information possible from them...this country has forgotten the adage about fighting fire with fire.
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And while our soldiers are standing targets for the Taliban because of Obama's rules of engagement he is in Asia bragging about being America's first Pacific President.
How about getting your phony lightweight ass back to the White House and going to work Obama? China is laughing at you. Once they decide they have enough of your inflated dollars they might just decide to buy California and there will not be much you can do about it...you will have destroyed the military morale to the point where they will refuse to fight for you and the public will just say "well, it is all Bush's fault." And I will laugh because China and California deserve each other.
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I sure did hate to see THIS! I kinda like turtle soup. Fucking Bush...he messed up everything, huh?
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As you can see I am up early and ranting this morning. I was not up early by choice...hell, I was having this sweet and exotic dream and woke up reaching for the one kissing me to find it was that damn poodle dawg "DONTGOTDAMIT" licking my face. DAMN! And it was a piss hard-on to boot. No wonder I am in a bad mood and ranting. But life is good my friends and too damn short not to try to enjoy every minute of it. My sweetthing still loves me and so does my dawg...when she is hungry. Y'all come back, heah?

He Is A Terrorist !!

Why want the emperor tell it like it is? People, when a sumbitch has business cards advertising he is a soldier of Allah he is a ragheaded terrorist. It is time to stop with the political correctness bull shit. I could give a big GOTDAM about offending some Muslem...or some Christian or anyone else for that matter...if the fucking label fits it fits and it fits Major Nidal Malik Hasan. He is a terrorist. My fervent wish is that he be sentenced to death by hard labor on bread and water and I hope he breaks rocks with a 16 pound sledge hammer for years before he croaks. And damn right, I will volunteer some time with a shotgun and bull whip to keep him swinging the hammer...but I will probably have to stand in line and wait my turn...