Friday, August 11, 2006

Wall Street Journal Wimps Out

"Another issue that should be front and center again is ethnic profiling. We'd be shocked if such profiling wasn't a factor in the selection of surveillance targets that resulted in yesterday's arrests. Here in the U.S., the arrests should be a reminder of the dangers posed by a politically correct system of searching 80-year-old airplane passengers with the same vigor as screeners search young men of Muslim origin.

– Editorial, The Wall Street Journal

The Wall Street "Soft on Terror" Journal wants to exempt women from their profile, but guess what?

The surrender monkeys at the "Blame America First Journal" apparently haven't heard that several of the bombers in the latest "plot" were women.

It may not be easy to game the system, but it sure is easy to game the children at the "Defeat Street Journal."

Friday, February 17, 2006

Harry Whittington (and the Barenaked Ladies)

ONE WEEK

By Harry Whittington and the Barenaked Ladies

It’s been one week since you shot at me
Cocked your gun to your shoulder and nearly killed me.
Five days since you blasted me
Saying Harry, geez, you didn't see me.
Three days since we were drinking
I realized it’s all my fault, I wasn’t thinking
Yesterday you’d have unplugged me
But now I’m alive and said I’m sorry

How can you help it if you’re not sorry that I’m sad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
You’re the kind of guy who can start a war
Arrange a federal contract
It sucks to be poor
You have a tendency of getting your own way
You have a history of coming out on top

It’s been one week since you shot at me
Waved your gun around and really hurt me
Five days since you injured me
I’ve still got the birdshot lodged in my cheeks
It’s been three days since the afternoon
You realized it’s my fault not a moment too soon
Yesterday you’d have pinned the blame on me
But now you don’t have to I said I'm sorry

How can you help it if you’re not sorry that I’m sad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
You’re the kind of guy who can start a war
Remember Katrina
It sucks to be poor
You have a tendency of getting your own way
You have a history of coming out on top

It’s been one week since you shot at me
Had one beer and didn't see me
Five days since I almost died
And all your friends went on tv and lied
Three days since we hunted quail
Now thanks to me you won’t need bail
Yesterday you Swift Boated me
But now you won’t I said I'm sorry
You let me live I said I said I'm sorry

Can I meet you later in the lobby…

Friday, February 03, 2006

YOU BROKE MY HEART



Something about this scene is very familiar....




"You broke my heart. You broke my heart."

Thursday, February 02, 2006

We Finally Got Us a Boehner!

Oh, Congress was corrupt in city of D.C.,
when the GOP stepped up to the plate.
Delay had been swingin' and missin'
and talkin'' and dissin'
His average was point-double-o-eight.

So they debated each other
and voted in secret
And picked the guy with less taint.

This time they're gettin' a good guy!
With Abramoff he hasn't been sighted!
He may earmark and arm twist but at least
he hasn’t been indicted!

We've been slumpin' off season,
But now we've found a reason.
We've found a guy with less taint!

We used to play the field,
We used to be a roamer!

But the season's turnin' around for us now...
We finally got a Boehner!

That's right, we finally got a Boehner!


(courtesty of the Simpsons)