This past week was National Dog Bite Week. One of the more bizarre tribute weeks, in my opinion, but I’ll give anything a try as long as it’s a national thang and everybody else is doing it. I managed to bite 27 dogs. I don’t know if that’s a record or not, but at least I did my part. What about you?
Look, I am sick and tired of everybody lying to Nancy Pelosi. Bush lied to her, Cheney lied to her, the CIA lied to her, you know her husband lies to her and I guess when I feign concern like I’m doing now I’m lying to her, too. So stop it right now. The woman’s been lied to enough.
No, I’m only kidding. Don’t stop. Pile on.
And I Quote: “In times of universal deceit, telling the truth will be a revolutionary act.” ~ George Orwell
Amen, George. And you’ll be interested to know that although we’re about 25 years late with the whole 1984 thing, we are getting there. So good call on that, too.
They say the lottery is just a tax on people who don’t know math? Well, the president’s cap?and?trade initiative is a tax on people who don’t know math, history, economics, political science or their butt from their elbow.
I’ve noticed it’s hard to pin ol’ Barack down on a thang, iddn’t it? He makes a gaffe or something, the blame’s usually on another person. The other day, he introduced his secretary of defense, Robert Gates, as “William Gates.” Was the mistake his, or was it Robert Gates’ fault for not being named William? Discuss amongst yourselves. But wait’ll I’m done here.
You know, while I’m posing hypothetical questions, if you rob somebody at gunpoint or maybe stab em to death because you really, really like them, is that a love crime? Could you use that as a defense, maybe get a few years off your sentence?
Michelle Obama told Time magazine that there were little Michelles and Baracks all over the country. Well, all can say to that is, Mommy! Mommy! Make the mean lady quit scaring me!
And I Quote: “I think in my country, in my family, I think that I believe that a marriage should be between a man and a woman. No offense to anybody out there, but that’s how I was raised.” ~ Miss California Carrie Prejean
Carrie Prejean, you vile, slutty hate-filled witch, that is the most mean thing I have ever heard anyone say. You’re not even a women … you used to be a man, you low life trailer trash. I hope they didn’t charge you by the pound for all that plastic in your boobs, you dumb ignorant blonde. You’re too stupid to even have a point of view so why do you waste everyone’s time trying to act like you do? Go back to hell where you came from, you pitiful excuse for a human being. You’re not a person, you’re some kind of disgusting animal that should be covered in mud and sleeping in their own waste.
And I Quote: “I believe that marriage is something sanctified between a man and a woman.” ~ candidate Barack Obama.
All hail, mighty Barack, for when he speaks his words are like sweet doves of peace and his goodness reverberates throughout the world. If he admonishes us against gay marriage we should heed him, for even his farts possess wisdom and his exhalations heal our planet.
Double standard? I don’t know. But I pray for the health and safety of Obama every day and I hope you do, too. I’m being serious, because if anything happened to him, God forbid, Joe Biden would be the president (shudder, cringe, spit up in my mouth). So, seriously, pray for mighty Barack, that nothing happens to him. But ~ and this is a big, scary but ~ if something did happen to him (God forbid) and Joe Biden became president, and then something happened to Joe Biden? That means Nancy Pelosi would be the leader of the free world and if that don’t make you crap your pants just thinking about it, well then you, my friend, need a little more fiber in your diet.
Look, I gotta get this off my chest because it really bugs me … I dial a number and get a recording says, “Please enjoy the music while your party is being reached.” Then they either play Beethoven full out or Barry Manilow muzak at a volume that makes that piercing fax machine squeal seem pleasant. My suggestion to whomever it is that does that ~ don’t do that. You know, it ain’t 300-watt stadium horn speakers you’re blowing that crap through … it’s the ear piece of a telephone. Or, even worse, a freakin cell phone. Think about yourself a little bit.
What? Why, yes, as a matter of fact I have been accused of being impatient. I admit it. I’m impatient. I can’t waste my whole time on people out on the road or in a line somewhere moving along like they’re underwater. It’s not so much that I’m in a hurry, I just don’t have any patience for somebody piddly-pooting around everywhere I go. I go to Wal-Mart, for example, just want one thing … a loaf of bread. I go in, go straight to the bread aisle and there ain’t nobody anywhere in the store except for a couple of piddly-pooters there in front of the bread, all spread out trying to decide what kinda bread they want, blocking everything with their buggy, discussing the different kinds of bread and what one costs compared to another, like they’re buying a car or something. Like they’re buying a freakin house. I got no patience with it. Let’s say I need batteries, too. So while Ma and Pa Kettle are trying to make that big, huge decision about what kinda bread to get, I go over to where the batteries are. And there’s another one, spread all out in front of the batteries, scratching their chin, looking at all the different batteries, like “Oh, what to do, what to do? Should I get the double A or the triple? Do I dare eat a peach?” They can’t step to the side out of the way so somebody else can get in there, get their batteries, get their bread and hit the door. No, gotta spend half my life waiting on somebody to do something that don’t have nothing to do with me and takes em all day to do it.
So yeah, I’m impatient. When I was younger I tried not to be, but I grew impatient with the effort. At some point I realized I like being impatient. It discourages people from talking to you or coming around. The more impatient you are, the more likely they’ll be to stay away and that’s the way I like it. A Pew poll released this week said the happiest people in the country are older Republican men. I can see that. I would only add, older impatient Republican men. Now, go bother somebody else for awhile.


by Kenneth Balog




