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  1. I don’t know who wrote this, but kinda funny.


    The year was 1947.
    Some of you will recall that on July 8, 1947,
    a little more than 64 years ago, numerous witnesses claim that
    an Unidentified Flying Object, (UFO), with five aliens aboard,
    crashed onto a sheep and mule ranch just outside Roswell, New Mexico .
    This is a well known incident that many say has long been covered-up by the U.S. Air Force, as well as other Federal Agencies and Organizations.
    However, What you may NOT know is that in the month of April, year 1948, nine months after the historic day, the following people were born:
    Albert A. Gore, Jr.
    Hillary Rodham
    William J. Clinton
    John F. Kerry
    Howard Dean
    Nancy Pelosi
    Dianne Feinstein
    Charles E. Schumer
    Barbara Boxer
    Joe Biden
    These are examples of the consequences of aliens breeding with sheep and jack-asses.
    I truly hope this bit of information clears up a lot of things for you.
    It certainly did for me.
    And now you can stop wondering why they support the bill to help all Illegal Aliens.

  2. Occupy Oakland Lunatics Incite 15 Year Old To Murder Adoptive Parents‏


    I didn’t know the “Occupy” thing was still going on.

    I know the mindset of these kinds of persons. I met a bunch of these hoodlums when I went walkabout one summer near Lake Superior and MN, WI and MI back in the early 90s. They were encamped near a resort on one of the Apostle Islands at Bayfield, WI where I just happened to be passing through that day.

    I had never met a real band of traveling hippies before and decided to just hang around a bit there and see what they were like, what they did all day, etc.

    There wasn’t a lot to see. They were mostly a smelly, dirty lot and they didn’t do much of anything at all, but get high, sing a few songs on an old guitar once in a while, get drunk and fall asleep, then wake up and get high again and go scrounge some food from a dumpster, passersby or from the cafe.

    Lots of them were on welfare and food stamps, so they told me.

    One of the women in the encampment offered herself to me for the afternoon if I would only by her a burger, fries and a coke. She hadn’t had a shower in probably a couple of weeks and hadn’t shaved her legs or armpits in that time either. She was ripe. Stunk to high heaven. I don’t think she even realized it. And there really wasn’t any reason for it. There were public restrooms and of course the shore of Lake Superior surrounded the tiny island. All she needed was a little soap, a razor and a little elbow grease and she would have been a fine looking (and smelling) young filly. But when I suggested she get herself spruced up, she didn’t get insulted, but she looked rather confused, as if to say, “Hey, fella, what the hell are you talkin’ about?”. I refused her generous offer and went on about my business. She sat there and watched me eat with complete indifference. I shrugged, and enjoyed my mushroom ‘n’ Swiss.

    I had wandered into a small circle of guys who were strumming a guitar and singing some songs. Being a music lover myself, I sat around and listened in. When one of them was through, I complimented him on the tune. “Yeah, well, if you’re gonna sit and listen you can’t sit and listen for free. You’re
    gonna have to kick in a few bucks to hang around”. I laughed, got up and walked away. These are the same people who are always complaining about money and how unecessary it is.

    Later on, I overheard a cluster of hippies talking about how they would accomplish their dream of following the Grateful Dead around the country for a couple of years. I shouted, “Don’t look now guys but I think the dead are following you around”.



    On my way off the island, I stopped off at the cafe to get a snack and found that young girl inside eyeballing and inching closer and closer to the open cash drawer the waitress had carelessly left open. I caught her at precisely the right time. “Don’t even think about it, little sister”.

    “Oh, I wasn’t going to do anything.”

    “Right. You were just going to close the drawer for her”. At that, the waitress spun around and went to the register and closed it. I said, “Listen, if things are really that desperate, why not ask for a job or something? Come on, I’ll buy you a burger.”

    “Oh, don’t worry to much about her, Sir. That’s our little, August. She eats better than I do most days. She’s always sponging off someone around here. She’s been offered jobs before, but always turns them down.”

    I laughed. “Well, in that case, ladies, goodday.”. As I ran off to catch the ferry, little August just sat at the counter staring after me like a zombie.

    That was my first and last voluntary encounter with hippies.

    Someone let me know where “Occupy Vegas” is being held so I can avoid it.

  3. Mudjack,

    Another famous socialist loved his women at their most ripe moments; when traveling from Egypt back to France, Napolean Bonaparte is supposed to have said to his wife, Josephine:

    “Ne te lave pas, j’arrive.” (Don’t wash, I am coming).

    Ah, l’amour!