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May
28

Taliban Meets Tinsel Town

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Got this from a friend on FaceBook. I’m sure not as offensive as drawing a picture of Mohammad but certain to raise the ire of Jihadists and those humorless devotees to political correctness in the West.

Imagine a New York hotel at Ground Zero operating with a focus on 9/11. Perhaps my feelings about the events of Sept. 11th, 2001, makes me question exploiting the most traumatic event in modern America but if not for the copyright infringement would they call it “The Tower of Terror”? Perhaps provide a simulated 13-story free fall for the entertainment and excitement of the guests?

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Feb
25

The New Math

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Math Problem: (no calculators on test)

Joe has 10 apples, Bob has 5 apples. To achieve economic justice how many apples does Obama take control of?

Ans: (15)

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How many times have you seen a news broadcast on television or listened to one on radio where a report is made about a crime in which the perpetrator got away and the public is asked to provide any information that may lead to capture of the transgressor? The initial news report often tries to provide a physical description to help us in identifying the “suspect”. Now I appreciate law enforcement turning to you and me for help in the case because I don’t want criminals ruining our communities and lives but I have a complaint with regard to these news reports.

I think political correctness forces law enforcement to be too vague when providing a description of the person or persons being sought, which can hinder John Q’s ability to recognize the target. Most reported descriptions list “safe” attributes that won’t be viewed as profiling by those PC hyper-sensitives. We are told about height, weight in estimated pounds, hair color, gender, and last-known attire. Usually it is not until later in the search that additional details such as race, possibly a name and aliases, and even a photo are provided that any of us would really know who to look for. Screw sensitivities! How about giving us descriptors that make the pool of people being scrutinized even smaller.

Here is the kind of useless description I’m referring to:

“Suspect is male, medium height and weight, wearing blue jeans” – Oh, hey, I see him right over there with everyone else that looks like that.

Here are a few examples with attributes that might actually help:

“Suspect is 5’4″, 160 lbs, brown hair, has a gray coat on, and IS A REALLY UGLY BLACK MAN WITH A HAIRLIP” – might narrow things down.

“Suspect is 6’1″, 240 lbs, balding, wearing white sneakers, and CLEARLY IN NEED OF MAJOR DENTAL WORK, PLUS HE’S PIGEON-TOED” – could speed things up.

“Suspect is a short female, blond hair, wearing a red dress, HIDEOUSLY UGLY AND WITH ROPE BURNS FROM PREVIOUSLY ATTEMPTED SUICIDES” – a bit of help.

“Suspect is a white male, blond hair, wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, and IS ALMOST LAUGHINGLY EFFEMINATE IN MANNER – got him!

This goes for attractive perps as well:

“Suspect is a tall, slender, brunette female, wearing a black leotard, and SO BUSTY AND HOT YOU’LL FORGIVE ME WHILST I CHUCK MY WEDDING VOWS” – at least provides focus.

Can’t we just be brutally honest from the get go? We’re not talking about profiling, we’re talking about a real, imperfect human being. I mean we are looking for a scumbag, not someone deserving of respect and concern for their feelings. We should be given no-holds barred descriptions that would make it obvious to anyone in sight of the shit-sack that “we got ‘em”! This would result in faster identification and faster apprehension, reducing the effort and costs expended by law enforcement – that’s our tax dollars.

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I own four dogs (yes my sanity is in question) and came up with these limericks while on “poop patrol”:

This chore I don’t like it one bit

Finding and scooping dog shit

We let out our dogs

They lay some more logs

Should send out my kids while I sit


Watching from the side porch stoop

Four dogs roamed the yard to go poop

For pick up I waited

Now I’m agitated

Cuz rain turned the crap to goop

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Sep
28

Obama Limericks

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He has a strong presence on stage

Face plastered upon the front page

But listen closely

His speech is empty

He’s charismatic, not sage

Bonus:

He went on a tour abroad

Thinking skeptics would applaud

He traveled by script

Tough questions were skipped

His image a well-crafted fraud

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On the jet, returning home from a week of vacation to Disney World in Orlando, FL, and with nothing else to occupy my mind I can’t seem to stifle the thoughts arising about some observations I made during the week. Seriously, it was a great vacation with the family and I have no complaints but I enjoy the dark humor found in cynicism.
I used to have real difficulty with crowds but over the years I have come to accept the inevitability of such and with help from a coping mechanism that I probably share with others. As a park gets busier and becomes one big ride called “bumper pedestrians” I prefer to become an observer rather than a participant. Basically, I find a place to stand or sit where I will not be swept along with the current of the crowd. While motionless in this eddy I focus my thoughts on watching people through a lens of sarcasm and satire. Many of the thoughts that occur to me cannot be revealed or I would be accused of intolerance and hate speech. With no intention of offending anyone I’d just like to throw some of these thoughts out there in whatever order they come to mind.
Theme Parks
First off and no joke let me say that my favorite ride is “Tower of Terror” at Hollywood Studios and I think my daughters would agree!
Though I purposefully avoided news and politics for the week, I was reminded of Harry Reid’s comments about smelly tourists in the DC Capitol Visitor’s Center when standing in closely packed lines, inhaling exhalations, sharing odors and the occasional mingling of sweat when accidentally but unavoidably making skin contact with strangers. Any bets as to whether the bacterial layer on every grippable surface in the park is as thick or thicker than the paint layer? I would feel better protected if the ride operators would wipe each seat with disinfectant after each run, but if that is too difficult how about a seat protector dispenser at the load station for any germophobes. Oh hell, just stuff me in a HazMat suit and give me a permanent “Fast Pass” to every ride!
Sitting in the back row of a Pirates of the Caribbean boat and the selfish American tourist in the front row starts taking pictures with her flash on, ignoring the “no flash” reminders from others in the boat, demonstrating to her two children that it is perfectly OK to flout any rules intended to make the experience enjoyable for everyone so long as they get what they want. The husband sits silently, as oblivious or uncaring about his wife as she is about the rest of the riders, or maybe just totally p…whipped!
The American tourist was outdone by the Asian woman, an aunt or grandmother I think, who saw the two-ass-width space on the bench next to me as a diaper changing station. Seriously, my son and I were waiting in Toon Town for the girls and were fortunate to find a shaded bench on a very hot, very crowded afternoon. Like a rocket this woman charges across the courtyard, tosses her toddler up on the bench (at least I got heads), and practices the rite of public diaper change, with the breeze in my direction as codified in the corollaries of Murphy’s Law.
I’ll admit it is cute to see many little girls following parents through the park each dressed as one of Disney’s many princesses and enjoying the fantasy. But occasionally there is a “princess” that is not satisfied with the new costume and tiara, throwing a fit and demanding more, making the doting parents miserable as well as any adults within sight and hearing range. Not that I would ever do this but it would serve the brat right if I walked over and sternly said, “Little girl, none of this is real….and YOU. ARE. NOT. A. PRINCESS!”
Do some of you people drive the way you walk? Jeez, stopping in the middle of a moving crowd, merging or crossing traffic without looking, reading the park map while on the cell phone hurtling headlong with your infant stroller as a battering ram? After so many generations, wouldn’t evolution have given us eyes in the back of our head, rather than continuing the procreation of those morons intent on moving forward while staring fixedly behind them?
I feel sorry for the actors wearing fully enclosed costumes in 100 degree heat pretending to be as thrilled to be here as the person getting the picture and the signed autograph. I doubt the smile underneath matches the sardonic grin of the headpiece or that the cheerful voice matches the real tone of the walking sauna. And I truly hope multiple actors don’t have to share the same sweaty costume without some kind of “yuuck” compensation.
Now, when I see a person riding a mobility cart with a cigarette dangling from the mouth and an oxygen tube up a nostril, mumbling curses and blaming others for their self-induced state of ill health, I just hope that this wasn’t one of those government-subsidized mobility chairs hawked for “free” on television. On the upside, you can draft behind these people as they punch holes through static crowds.
And I’m almost certain that the 3D glasses on Buzz Lightyear’s rope-pulling ride I’m wearing weren’t cleaned between showings as my view is obscured by fingerprints on the left and what appears to be some kind of mucous on the right.
Water Parks
Great water parks at Disney World, Blizzard Beach and Typhoon Lagoon! Two days at the water parks reaffirmed my belief that wearing scanty swimsuits should just be made illegal for some people. Water parks and swimwear provide the perfect opportunity to observe the cruel effects of aging, childbirth, tattooing, sun exposure, unrestricted diet, botched surgeries, and gravity.This should be a perfect learning opportunity for children in the park if they weren’t so self-absorbed and easily distracted.
There are too many men (I’m going real easy on the ladies in this post) with stomachs resembling deployed airbags (my daughter calls these “frontal orbs”) just begging to be asked, “So, when are you due?” (I suspect people think I’m three months along.) And why do certain men stop with combing their head hair, when the back and chest are just screaming out for a day at the salon? (You know, I think this paragraph covers quite a few of the ladies I saw as well.)
Why do we seem perfectly OK roaming all over the park barefoot, walking the sidewalks, climbing the stairs, standing in the same wet footprints of others, yet it seems so yucky when walking into the restroom/dressing area without some kind of foot protection.
Who thinks it is no big deal to take in a mouthful of chunky water from the wave pool, no matter how many tons of chlorine have been deployed?
Late afternoon attracts people to the “Lazy River”, essentially a slowly circulating moat, a slow-cooking stew of skin cells, sweat and hair, where the tube traffic becomes so crowded that it seems like we are floating in a stale bowl of milk-sogged Cheerios.
I could go on but I don’t want to spoil your future vacation plans. Disney World is a great family vacation experience. We will be going back!
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OK, now I am pissed. The flight attendants skipped my row – no, just me – when dispensing drinks. Rather than complaining I prefer to remain silent, swearing that I will never again board this plane with these people. That’ll show ‘em!
OK, now I’m happy. On the second leg of the flight home and the new attendants fed and watered me as expected. Thank you, Delta!
PS. On this trip, the parks were filled with people of all colors, races, religions and I am sure other attributes that make us all different. In most cases, people were polite and just there to have a good time. This is how the parks should be run, accomodating all and not just certain groups as Disney does from time to time. The PR of setting aside days for specific classes of people is Disney’s right but I suggest you be aware of such days when planning your trip.
I say this because a couple of years ago, my family went to Disneyland for a quick trip. On the single day planned for the Magic Kingdom, we initially didn’t realize why so many people dressed in red. It struck me when I saw two girls standing arm in arm, and one of their shirts was printed in bold letters “Vagitarian”. I had no problem with Gay Day at the park but explaining such a term to my nine year old shouldn’t be necessary. And during this recent week in Disney World I saw no overt displays of sexual preference that required interpretation for a child, as it should be in such a family setting. In fact, I wrote a limerick about this event.
Swarming the park dressed in red,
Disney accommodated.
Pronounced it “Gay Day”.
Be forewarned, stay away.
If Walt were alive, he’d drop dead!

On the jet, returning home from a week of vacation to Disney World in Orlando, FL, and with nothing else to occupy my mind I can’t seem to stifle the thoughts arising about some observations I made during the week. Seriously, it was a great vacation with the family and I have no complaints but I enjoy the dark humor found in cynicism.

I used to have real difficulty with crowds but over the years I have come to accept the inevitability of such and with help from a coping mechanism that I probably share with others. As a park gets busier and becomes one big ride called “bumper pedestrians” I prefer to become an observer rather than a participant. Basically, I find a place to stand or sit where I will not be swept along with the current of the crowd. While motionless in this eddy I focus my thoughts on watching people through a lens of sarcasm and satire. Many of the thoughts that occur to me cannot be revealed or I would be accused of intolerance and hate speech. With no intention of offending anyone I’d just like to throw some of these thoughts out there in whatever order they come to mind.

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Just a bit of sarcastic humor speculating abut the unintended consequences of the looming stimulus package:

(Contributions to this list can be added to comments and I will keep a compilation for anyone interested)

> Right winger assaults on welfare recipients smugly waving “rebate” checks on the rise.

> Angry right-wingers may speed up in make-work construction zones.

> Euphoric hopenchangers are mislead just a little longer about the wisdom of electing President Barack Obama.

> Seeing and hearing Nancy Pelosi brag about stimulus leads to near epidemic of ED.

> Too many American citizens and immigrants begin to think this is an entitlement nation. Oh, they already do!

> All Americans will finally join together…in the same bread line.

> Military pullout from Iraq accelerated….to quell unrest at home.

> Political term “pork” will be dropped to avoid offending pigs and Islamists.

> Obama Memorial construction on National Mall will be done right away with bailout funds.

> Job descriptions for the 3 new jobs created by the bill will languish in committee for 12 years.

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Here is a compilation of tweets from www.twitter.com that are admittedly not politically correct but are very funny. Thanks to twitter user brianoflondon for kicking off this list and also others for their contributions.

I don’t take credit for these, and brianoflondon admits that “you may be in hamas” list shamelessly taken from  Gates of Viennas‘  ”you may be in the taliban”  list and linked from ShireNetworkNews .

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You might be in Hamas if you can’t tell the difference between a bullet proof vest and a small child! (or ass and hole in the ground) 

Spellcheck?

Spellcheck?

 

 

You might be in Hamas if you want to eradicate all juice from the middle east.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You might be in Hamas if your 1st, middle, last, or any part of your name is Mohammed.

You might be in Hamas if all of your wives are drapery models! 

You might be in Hamas if a work accident involves 72 virgins.

You might be in Hamas if you shun alcohol but enjoy Hash and Opium.

You might be in Hamas if your health care plan is “Go upstairs and threaten to shoot the first doctor you see.”

You might be in Hamas if you’ve been seen killed in at least two news flashes about civilian deaths.

You might be in Hamas if you think every day is a bring your kid to work day in Gaza.

You might be in Hamas if leaders like Riantisi send their kids abroad while your kids are made to retrieve rocket launchers.

You might be in Hamas if you haven’t seen daylight for weeks since you pissed off your commander and got put on tunnel digging duty.

You might be Hamas if you think Apollo 11 was faked because the rocket landed on the moon, not Sderot.

You might be Hamas if your Citroen Quattre actually has C4 in it.

You might be in Hamas if you rale against Western homosexuality but believe in the right to pedastry.

You might be in Hamas if you won’t get circumcised, but you insist your 5 year old daughter does. 

You may be in Hamas if your 3 month old has a job as a body guard.

You may be in Hamas if you consider television dangerous, but routinely carry explosives in your clothing.

You may be in Hamas if you think your kids have all blown up so fast.

You may be in Hamas if you have nothing against women and think every man should own at least one.

You may be in Hamas if you own a $3,000 machine gun and $5,000 rocket launcher, but you can’t afford to feed your kids.

You may be in Hamas if you think vests come in two styles: bullet-proof and suicide.

You might be in Hamas if night time brings with it the dilemma of which wife to pick tonight. 


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