Ya Know? You Betcha?

Some are comparing New York's next Senator, Caroline Kennedy, to a certain Governor of a state full of refugees and fugitives because she says "ya know" a lot kind of like that hackey mam said "you betcha". Big difference there, my friends. The "mavrick" is 44 years old and has at least 6 alma maters. Caroline is, what, like 6 years old? Come on. give the kid a break for chrissakes!

Merry Christmas To All!

That about sums it all up. Have a great day everybody.

Happy Birthday To Max!

Twelve years ago, Max came into the world pooping and screaming. Things are sooooooo different now. Happy Birthday Max! We love you!

2009 Couldn't Go Fast Enough!

Say, if you're looking for that last minute Christmas gift (nobody would buy it for Hanukkah or Kwanzaa since no Jews or blacks voted for her) for the Joe the Plumber in your life? Just go hang it in the garage or put it under the mattress now and save your Joe the time.


I kept my promise to never type that person's name ever again!

The Phelps' Children Cry For Help!

The latest from the fine folks at the Westboro Baptist Church in Topeka,Kansas. Are those poor children trying to tell the world what Fred does to them at night? Nonetheless these kids need some good old liberating. How about it, Dick Cheney?

This time the attention seekers are crapping all over Santa Claus. If you wish to give some attention, and throw up at the same time, check out the latest Christmas carol courtesy of the Lennon and McCartney of Kookooville, Shirley and Fred. It's on youtube if you can handle it. But check out the taped child abuse at the very end. Yo!

The Purpose Driven Inauguration!

Ok by now everybody knows that the fat, smiling, glad handing Rick Warren has been asked by the President-elect to give some sort of invocation at the Inauguration. The left has gone batshit crazy over this slap in the face to their ideals. All I can say is who cares? Who gives a damn what millionaire man of God gets up and prays for the country? The only thing I'd actually listen to is if the Reverend Jeremiah Wright started hollering and rolling his eyes. Now that would be something to watch!

Rick Warren is James Dobson with charisma. Throw a few alms to the sick and poor in your speeches while maintaining your homophobic and misogynistic reality and you have a million-selling author. But once again I don't care if Rick Warren or Warren Sapp for that matter get up and invocate away. It means nothing. Who gave Bush's invocation? Who gave Clinton's? Nobody remembers, not to mention it didn't do any good anyway.

So lather up all you lefties. Maybe with a little practice you too can become outraged at unimportant issues like Bill O'Reilly's crowd tends to do. Or better yet, move on and while Warren is blah blah blah-ing like Charlie Brown's teacher, actually work behind the scenes and get something started.

Somber Like It's 1999!

The call came around 11:10 PM on a Thursday night, December 16, 1999. My Mom informed me that my Dad had died just a few minutes earlier as she attempted to help him to bed. Oh, I knew he was dying, I just didn't think it would happen this fast. He had gone through his first day with hospice people and was becoming too much to handle for my Mom. I think he just decided I'm done. What was I to do? I told Sheryl ,who began weeping, and then I went over to the house to say goodbye. All the way over I kicked myself because I had not gone to see him that Thursday night. When I arrived I hugged Mom and said I was sorry I hadn't come over. Then I went to his room and he lay sideways across the bed, eyes partially open, looking so tired. So tired. Any fear of death I had left me that night. My Dad looked so worn out from fighting that I knew wherever he was, even if he was nowhere, was better than where he'd been the last few months. Then the mortuary guys showed up to take him away to the Nebraska Medical Center where medical students would use him for research and training to help better mankind. That's how I remember my father, selfless even after he was gone. I wish I could be half the man he was. Dad, I miss you, I love you, and I hope you're finishing the back nine somewhere. You deserve it.