Center-of-teh-Work-Week-Day salute from Happy Larryville, GN!
potted pols?
If we’re talking potted on booze, that may lead to waitress sandwiches. OTOH, potted in soil is something I could support, presuming copious quantities of fill dirt are involved. IYKWIMAITTYD.
Happy Wednesday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa!
Fatwa -- I think you’re being too harsh on our elected leaders overlords. I think having them buried up to their knees would be sufficient -- and a potential source of revenue. Imagine them lined up along the National Mall -- for a small fee you get to treat them like a public urinal.
In cogitating the dropping of members of Congress into a lime pit in an upright position -- to prolong the fun -- the following came to mind (with apologies to Rogers and Hammerstein)
“Slurry With A Fringe On Top”
Kids and Moms and Dads, please don’t worry
We’ll dissolve those creeps in a hurry
When we turn them all into slurry with a fringe on top
Watch their lips and see how they flutter
When those liars fumfer and stutter
‘Fore we pour them into the gutter with a gooey “glop!”
Their piss’ll be yellow and their shit’ll be brown
As they all stain their drawers
To use a phrase coined by P.J. O’Rourke:
They’re a “Parliament of Whores”
Whether they’re from the House or the Senate
We’re ticked-off and I think that they’ll ken it
As their flesh dissolves and then it starts to peel and pop
And they’re turned into a slurry with a fringe on the top.
According to Brandt, an agent with the Transportation Security Administration took a look at her D.C. license and began to shake her head. “I don’t know if we can accept these,” Brandt recalled the agent saying. “Do you have a U.S. passport?’
Brandt was dumbfounded, and quickly grew a little scared. A manager was summoned, she says. “I started thinking, ‘Oh my gosh, I have to get home. Am I going to get home?’ ”
…But the implication from the TSA agent seemed clear to Brandt: The District is not a state; TSA requires a state-issued ID to board a plane.
Nevermind that Brandt had used her brand-new D.C. license, the one marked “District of Columbia” over a backdrop of cherry blossoms, to board her flight to Arizona days earlier.
Brandt says the agent yelled out to a supervisor, working in adjacent security line. Are D.C. licenses valid identification?
Brandt says she could hear the response, “Yeah, we accept those.”
I heard that Jan Brewer vetoed that don’t have to sell to gays if it violates our religious tenets bill. Mixed feelings on that. On one hand, the bill was rather broadly written given the climate nowadays. Personally, I prefer that every business be able to refuse service or product to anyone at any time and let the marketplace work it out. And on the other hand, I’m a little pissed at these gays in Oregon that got the ball rolling with the bakery that refused to make them their wedding cake. Really, there’s only one bakery in Oregon? If someone doesnt want your business, go somewhere else and give them your money.
Center-of-teh-Work-Week-Day salute from Happy Larryville, GN!
If we’re talking potted on booze, that may lead to waitress sandwiches. OTOH, potted in soil is something I could support, presuming copious quantities of fill dirt are involved. IYKWIMAITTYD.
Happy Wednesday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa!
Fatwa -- I think you’re being too harsh on our elected
leadersoverlords. I think having them buried up to their knees would be sufficient -- and a potential source of revenue. Imagine them lined up along the National Mall -- for a small fee you get to treat them like a public urinal.I might could live with that…as a warm-up. 😉
From teh 2009 archives:
In cogitating the dropping of members of Congress into a lime pit in an upright position -- to prolong the fun -- the following came to mind (with apologies to Rogers and Hammerstein)
“Slurry With A Fringe On Top”
Kids and Moms and Dads, please don’t worry
We’ll dissolve those creeps in a hurry
When we turn them all into slurry with a fringe on top
Watch their lips and see how they flutter
When those liars fumfer and stutter
‘Fore we pour them into the gutter with a gooey “glop!”
Their piss’ll be yellow and their shit’ll be brown
As they all stain their drawers
To use a phrase coined by P.J. O’Rourke:
They’re a “Parliament of Whores”
Whether they’re from the House or the Senate
We’re ticked-off and I think that they’ll ken it
As their flesh dissolves and then it starts to peel and pop
And they’re turned into a slurry with a fringe on the top.
Jumpin’ Jehosophat!
Well…good to know that.
That’s one happy, headbanging dog.
Rainageddon, Round 1, has arrived in SoCal. Round 2 is supposed to hit Friday and the predictions of doom are quite dramatic.
Hope all are well.
I heard that Jan Brewer vetoed that don’t have to sell to gays if it violates our religious tenets bill. Mixed feelings on that. On one hand, the bill was rather broadly written given the climate nowadays. Personally, I prefer that every business be able to refuse service or product to anyone at any time and let the marketplace work it out. And on the other hand, I’m a little pissed at these gays in Oregon that got the ball rolling with the bakery that refused to make them their wedding cake. Really, there’s only one bakery in Oregon? If someone doesnt want your business, go somewhere else and give them your money.
But that sort of commonsense solution provides no opportunity to be a petulant, self-righteous, self-absorbed asshole.
^^^This!^^^