I spent most of the evening watching the primary returns in Texas and Ohio. I was disgusted and appalled that the media played such a key role in spreading Hillarity’s lies, distortions and innuendo for the three days preceding the voting. It is obviously clear she would not have turned the momentum without the dishonest negative campaigning and the tacit support of the media in backing her. I made a vow last night that I hope I can maintain. If Hillarity wins the nomination I am done with America’s politics. I did the same with union politics after my local union elected the same crooks and shysters that have ruined our unions. I haven’t set foot back in the union hall unless I had some business there. If the American people can’t see through the lies and deceit of Hillarity Clintoon or McMaim ... they deserve what they elect. Unfortunately my friends, family and I will also suffer for this stupidity ... but giving myself heartburn over it won’t change that. Hillarity has been spreading her crap for months now with absolutely no media attention and then they have the nerve to attack him over this trumped up nonsense about some low-level economic adviser talking to another low-level Canadian bureaucrat about NAFTA ... or trying to tie Obama to some shady dude in Chicago because he bought some land from him. Nothing about Hillarity’s past dealing with Wal-mart. Nothing about her spreading lies about his religious and ethnic background. Etc. Etc. The following article pretty much says it all. Some ass wearing an “Osama for Obama” T-shirt attends Hillarity’s victory party last night ... one which Hillarity is attending herself! ... and the media lets her off as if she was not aware or accepting of his being there and appreciative of his spreading the lie. Disgusting!
Men Never Listen In a Chicago hospital, a gentleman had made several attempts to get into the men’s restroom, but it had always been occupied.
A nurse noticed his predicament. Sir, she said ‘You may use the ladies room if you promise not to touch any of the buttons on the wall.’
He did what he needed to, and as he sat there he noticed the buttons he had promised not to touch. Each button was identified by letters: WW , WA , PP, and a red one labeled ATR. Who would know if he touched them? He couldn’t resist.
He pushed WW. Warm water was sprayed gently upon his bottom. What a nice feeling, he thought. Men’s restrooms don’t have nice things like this. Anticipating greater pleasure, he pushed the WA button. Warm air replaced the warm water, gently drying his underside.
When this stopped, he pushed the PP button. A large powder puff caressed his bottom adding a fragile scent of spring flower to this unbelievable pleasure. The ladies restroom was more than a restroom, it was tender loving pleasure.
When the powder puff completed its pleasure, he couldn’t wait to push the ATR button which he knew would be supreme ecstasy. Next thing, he belted out a yell and then he passed out.......when he woke up, he was in a hospital bed, and a nurse was staring down at him.
‘What happened?’ he exclaimed. The last thing I remember was pushing the ATR button.
‘The button ATR is an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your penis is under your pillow.’
The Cochrane Mural
www.muralmosaic.com/Cochrane.html Cochrane is NW of Calgary and East of Banff, in the foothills of the Rockies. This mural id at the Cochrane Ranch House. Each tile is 1 foot square, is its own individual picture and each is by a different artist. All of them together form this huge mural.
You can click on each of the tiles to see them in detail. There is a place below each picture to return to the main mural.
Check out the horse’s eye.
MjL 05 Mar 2008, 05:29 a.m.
Yippee!!!
Andy took 1st place in district tonight for his FFA record book! He’s off to state at the U of I on April 5th! Way to go Andy!!
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Tammy 05 Mar 2008, 10:02 p.m.
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