Remember the Ventures and their hit “Walk Don’t Run?” I know I do, because that was one of the first drum licks I learned. I’ll bet you didn’t know that George Babbitt, the “kid” who played drums on that record, became a Four Star General in the U.S. Air Force. I didn’t know it either. Check out the video in which the General shows up to play.

Great stuff, right there.

Via Stumptown Blogger and a tip from my buddy Brian, the Air Force Vet.

Holy Crap!

Take a look. Much of it is owed to China, our new best friend forever.

Swell.

We must stop the madness.

It didn’t take long. Paul Ryan was nominated and, within hours, the Democrat long knives came out, Chicago style. I won’t link to any of it, as it’s easy enough for you to find on your own. Romney could have chosen Jesus Christ himself, and it wouldn’t have mattered to “The Most Divisive Campaign in American History.”

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Obama can’t win on the economy. He can’t win on foreign policy. He can’t win on any aspect of his administration. All he can do is stir up violence and then promise to heal the country in his second term while winking to all the representatives of the grievance groups. It’s not a new game, but the Democratic Party has never played it quite this baldly in a national election. And if it succeeds, then national politics will have finally been reduced to the level of a Chicago election.

We were expected to believe that the typical Obama voter in 2008 was hoping for a better country, but in 2012 there is no more hope, only hate and fear. The typical Obama voter is not acting as an American, but as a representative of an entitled group looking to secure and expand those entitlements at the expense and the detriment of the country at large.

To vote for Obama after years of grotesque economic mismanagement that has no precedent in history, that exceeds the worst actions of Andrew Jackson or Ulysses S. Grant, is not the instinct of an American, but a selfish greedy looter scrambling to grab a few dinner rolls off the tray while the ship is going down. There is no policy justification for voting for a man with the worst economic and foreign policy record in the country’s history. There is no American justification for voting for him. Only the UnAmerican motivation of carving up a dying country into group fiefdoms privileging identity politics over the common good. …

Read it all.

By now, many of you have probably read about Nancy Pelosi’s telling and re-telling the story about how, when visiting the George Bush White House, she heard the voice and felt the presence of Susan B. Anthony and other women historical figures. No, really.

PRS Operatives managed to obtain a recording of another of Nancy the dingbat’s voices.

Voice: Hey!

Nancy, the dingbat: Susan? Is that you?

Voice: No.

Nancy, the dingbat: Sojourner Truth? Elizabeth Cady Stanton? Lucretia Mott?

Voice: No!

Nancy, the dingbat: Who is speaking to me?

Voice: I’m your ass.

Nancy, the dingbat: My ass? What do you want?

Voice: Kindly remove your head. You’re killing me.

People actually voted for this mental case.

N O T !!!

Behold this vile creature claiming that Republicans really want people to drink contaminated water. This ignorant harpy goes on to say that Republicans are “The E.Coli Club.” What’s worse is that there are muttonheads in the audience lapping this crap up.

Next week it will be “Republicans want senior citizens to eat pet food.”

via Gateway Pundit

I just returned from Atlantic City, where I saw Beatlemania Now, a Beatles Tribute Show. It was, quite simply, fabulous. The show began with the songs that marked the “British Invasion” of 1962-63 and worked its way to the “Abbey Road” and “Let it Be” eras (with time-appropriate costumes, haircuts and mustaches) , via “Sgt. Pepper” and the “White Album.” Video montages of 1960’s pop culture and current events set the stage for the each era.

The cast was wonderful, each looking like, singing like, and playing like (note for note) the original “Fab Four.” Worthy of special mention is the fellow who “did” Paul McCartney. It was downright spooky. Close your eyes (even leave them open, for that matter), and it was Paul McCartney himself, back when Sir Paul was in his prime.

If the show is anywhere near you, and you are a Beatles fan, Beatlemania Now is a must-see.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, YEAH!

I like Russian vodka, but I don’t think I could drink enough of it to get me to go on this ride. Then again, copious amounts of the homemade clear stuff from a Mason Jar just might to the trick.

Alas, I finally caved in and bought an iPhone. I will now join the legion of zombie screen rubbers. Of course, I have to figure out how to use the farookin’ thing, which is anything but a given. So far, I have managed to successfully download a weather app, which will come in handy when I’m in the house, but not near the computer or a window and I need to know if it’s raining.

I figure that’s a good start.

This appeared on SNL. Funny, but sadly accurate.