Say Anything Blog

To the tune of “Theme From The Monkees”:

Hey, here she comes
Resigning, ain’t that neat?
She’s the biggest threat
Since Ann Coul - T

Hey, hey, we’re the ‘Publies
The Dems shouldn’t be hangin’ round
Just like his pal Carter
In ‘12 Obama shouldn’t be around. . .

http://apnews.myway.com/article/20090612/D98OQ0CG0.html

Big surprise. Smokers are the target.
If any other group was tax-targeted in this way, lawsuits would abound.

To illustrate the ludicrous continuous taxing of personal behavior, I offer this:  Smoking both affects my voice, and it calms me down, which could cause me to say something I’d regret in times of stress in a shrill voice. Therefore, since excessive tobacco taxes will cause me to pay more for this therapy, my freedom of speech rights, as outlined by the 1st Amendment of the U.S. Constitution, are being violated, because I am being prevented from speaking how I choose.

Lame lawsuit? Lame law (yet again).

Voting liberal must be like having sex with a fat, ugly person:

It’s a bad idea.
Friends will make fun.
It takes several drinks to make it seem like a good idea.
Eventually, the hole gets punched, and consequences are faced the next day.
“I did WHAT?”

That’s how old-school I am, bitches.

My epiphany: A vote for a liberal is based on emotion, made only because of anger, lust, envy, or hero-worship. It can’t possibly be based on logic, wisdom, or a “pro/con” list.
The epiphany’s follow-up: A vote for a liberal is like tossing a Molotov cocktail: something cast without any real consideration of the consequences that will inevitably cause considerable damage.

Has anyone else noticed that when Obama is questioned, he has a teleprompter-clicker?

The best parts are when he gets an unexpected question, and he has to make something up, since the clicker won’t cover that search topic. That’s one “um”.

The best-best parts are when Obama’s Olbermann earpiece encounters static, and B.O. can’t hear what he’s supposed to say. That always counts for an “um . . .um. . .”

The best-best-best parts are when Obama is asked actual questions (which the press rarely, rarely, does); sparks sizzle from his ears, and he can’t remember whether he’s Lincoln, or if Lincoln was a racist, or if Lyndon was a racist, and he’s anti-Johnson, or if Reagan was a great man or a racist, or if racism is good or not - this is only algebraically/calculitically stated as:

R +/- Wh(2) -r/lj and/or sine/cosine may or may not be equal to JFK/TR/FDR x AB(squared) - GWB = +/- Obama

“Who’s your Obama? Who’s your Obama? Yeah, you like that Obama, don’t you, Hill?”

A newborn baby that was abandoned outdoors by her 14-year-old mother during the Argentina winter was found safe Thursday after being kept alive and warm by a mother dog and her brood of puppies, Reuters reported.

Farmer Fabio Anze found the naked baby near the city of La Plata, Argentina, lying amongst his dog China’s puppies. The baby was taken to the hospital after Anze called the authorities.

Hospital officials said the baby was only a few hours old when she was found, and was in good health despite several bruises.

Temperatures at night around La Plata, 40 miles south of Buenos Aires, this time of year are cold, but not freezing.

Police have located the 14-year-old mother. It is not known whether she left her baby in the dog’s pen or whether the dog found the baby outdoors and carried it in to join her puppies, Reuters reported.

Why is O’Bama the 1st “black” candidate? He’s 1/2white. If he is elected as the 1st “black” President, he’ll only be doing 1/2 of the job. A President with an asterisk, if you will. That’s why I spelled it “O’Bama”. His campaign should focus on the whiteness of His Supreme Highness. With the apostrophe, “Obama”, the Muslim name,  is transformed into “O’bama”, the Irish name. How appealing is that?! The only obstacle would be Southerners mistaking the name for an Irish-Catholic. That shouldn’t be a hindrance, though; after all, the KKK, being anti-Catholic, would have hated JFK, a full Catholic, much more than they would hate Obama, a half-white protestant.

Sickening.

A rhetorical ?: Why does our society allow someone without substance to not only run, but have an advantage, for President, simply on the “1st” premise? Sickening. 1/2-black Karl Marx, thy name is Obama.

JMcC is fully old. At least he’s committed to that.

I recently purchased one of those cool-looking Rasta hats, with a Charlie-Brown-shirt-style jagged red, yellow, and green pattern, to cover my voluminous hairstyle and protect my head from the summer chill. During the initial trial wear, however, I encountered a problem: My hair is very, very short, not voluminous, so I had some trouble filling my new hair hammock out. When I donned it, my head was warmer, but it just looked like I was balancing a leaky beanbag on my head, and the aesthetic was horrendous.

I’ve tried several solutions. I’ve tried growing my hair, but I’ve not the time for that crap. I settled upon the idea of stuffing:
My first attempt was to fill it with empty beer cans, but that made me look kinda like Lisa Simpson.
I then tried crepe paper, but that infernal crinkling sound made conversation impossible.
I thought myself a genius when I settled on wool; then, a humid day came, and the wool went all gimpy on me - the hat deflated, the wool cascaded about my shoulders, and I looked like a fat Johnny Winter.

Can anyone please help me? I really need to wear my head sweater; I went without it last week, when the temperature only reached 90 degF - my head must have been at a frigid 87. Any advice would be tremendously appreciated, especially with bleak August quickly approaching.

I recently purchased one of those cool-looking Rasta hats, with a Charlie-Brown-shirt-style jagged red, yellow, and green pattern, to cover my voluminous hairstyle and protect my head from the summer chill. During the initial trial wear, however, I encountered a problem: My hair is very, very short, not voluminous, so I had some trouble filling my new hair hammock out. When I donned it, my head was warmer, but it just looked like I was balancing a leaky beanbag on my head, and the aesthetic was horrendous.

I’ve tried several solutions. I’ve tried growing my hair, but I’ve not the time for that crap. I settled upon the idea of stuffing:
My first attempt was to fill it with empty beer cans, but that made me look kinda like Lisa Simpson.
I then tried crepe paper, but that infernal crinkling sound made conversation impossible.
I thought myself a genius when I settled on wool; then, a humid day came, and the wool went all gimpy on me - the hat deflated, the wool cascaded about my shoulders, and I looked like a fat Johnny Winter.

Can anyone please help me? I really need to wear my head sweater; I went without it last week, when the temperature only reached 90 degF - my head must have been at a frigid 87. Any advice would be tremendously appreciated, especially with bleak August quickly approaching.

-ShoeMart, mon

Once upon a time. . .

I feverishly hated Billy Ray Cyrus. His cruddy look, the cruddy music, the cruddy . . . everything.

Now, when I see my daughter being a fan of his daughter, my perspective is given a jolt. Miley (short sidetrack: Her name isn’t Miley - she got that nickname from her dad, the aformentioned and formerly reprehensible Billy Ray, who used to call her “Smiley Miley”) is a well-adjusted “tween” star; my daughter looks up to her, and looks down on the Britneys, Lindsays, and Parises that pollute this world.

Though I still loathe everything Billy Ray Cyrus has done in his professional career (from the “Achey Breakey” to “Doc” on PAX), he has proven me wrong; I not only think he’s the man of the year - he’s the man of the last 1.5 decades. He is a great, great man, as evidenced by his daughter, Smiley Miley, whose biggest scandal is showing her bare back on a magazine cover.

I am proud that Myley Cyrus is one of my daughter’s idols; as a result, I am proud to say that Billy Ray is now one of my idols. He is clearly a gentleman with proper ideals and perspective, who cast away the temptations of stardom in favor of the lost ideal of “doing the right thing”.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2008/mar/29/germany.olympicgames2008

Of course, this is just the meaningless opening of the meaningless Olympics, but just imagine if it applied for the duration:
Germans boycott Olympics! Oh, my gosh, who would stagger around clumsily?
(I can say that, because I’m Celtic & white: we’re fair joke game.)

Hill just WON’T SHUT UP & GO AWAY!

http://apnews.myway.com/article/20080329/D8VMPPIO0.html