Doug Ross provides us with an excellent video explanation of the Stimulus Package. Watch the linked video.

It’s time to listen to some Dion.

Here’s Dion singing “I Wonder Why” just a couple years ago, live. He originally made the record with the Belmonts in 1958, when he was a teenager. I figure I’m just slightly older than the wheel, and Dion is a handful of years older than I. He still sings with laser precision.

As Dax would say, “Just Damn!”

I thought a little diversion from the news horribles of the day is in order.

What say we play a little mind game? Not exactly like a crossword puzzle or that brain-numbing Sudoku thing – nay, this is a game of choice. The key is that you must choose one of the options provided. It is most important to remember that death is not an option.

Would you rather:

(a) Mug it up for five minutes with Helen Thomas; or
(b) Eat a tablespoon of dogshit?
Remember, death is not an option.

(a) Watch Chuck Schumer take a shower; or
(b) Watch Barney Frank take a shower?
Remember, death is not an option.

(a) Perform a prostate exam on Michael Moore; or
(b) Smack your thumb hard with a hammer?
Remember, death is not an option.

(a) Listen to 24 hours of non-stop Hillary Clinton speeches; or
(b) Watch a 24 hour marathon of “The View?”
Remember, death is not an option.

(a) Give Harry Reid a one-hour massage; or
(b) Stand waist-deep in a cesspool for four hours?
Remember, death is not an option.

Now, wasn’t that fun?

Thinking about starting a business?

Thinking about New Jersey?

Think again.

Yo, all you working peeps who get a paycheck and who voted for Obama because he was going to stick it to the big, eeeeeevil corporations, how’s that workin’ out for you?

It’s been a rough month.

We’ve watched the evaporation of much of our retirement funds, we’ve seen massive spending codified in a bill that no congressman or senator read before voting on it, we’ve learned that, unless you’re a union shop, you need not bother bidding on any of the “stimulus”-funded infrastructure projects, we’ve seen a promised tax assault on those who already pay most of the tax, we’ve seen a shamefully phony “tax cut” for some who pay taxes and even those who don’t, we’ve learned about fiscally crippling “cap and trade” solutions to a phony “climate change” problem, we’ve been told we’re “cowards” when it comes to the subject of race, and we’ve endured seeing The One and/or his wife on seemingly every magazine published in the U.S.

Oh, there’s more – plenty more, but the point of this little exercise is to tell you that the past month has rendered me incapable of writing much of anything at the moment.

I think I shall sit in a comfy chair and read.

Later, Peeps.

A couple nights ago, Barack Obama addressed Congress. Sitting behind him were Vice President Joe Biden and the SPEAKER in the House, Nancy Pelosi. While Ms. Pelosi gave the impression that she was paying close attention to the proclamations from the podium, she was actually texting Hillary Clinton in the audience. This is not the first time they have done this, but this time PRS Operatives managed to intercept the cellular transmissions:

Nancy: Hey Hilly! I c u out there. How was China?

Hillary: Sucked, big time. I’m exhausted. Did u know that u can’t get a decent eggroll in that shithole?

Nancy: LOL Wait… gotta stand and clap.

Hillary: This is soooooooo boring, plus all this getting up and down is killing my piles.

Nancy: Piles? LOL! Barney Frank was complaining about his piles this morning. Said it screwed up his weekend!

Hillary: LOL How can u sit next to that dickhead Biden w/o puking?

Nancy: U have no idea what a douchebag he is. Right now I don’t know if he’s watching me text or staring at my tits.

Hillary: I’m thinking tits.

Nancy: LOL Wait… gotta stand and clap again.

Hillary: Ugh. The Preparation H hasn’t kicked in yet.

Nancy: Speaking of asses, BHO has a really cute one. I think he just shot me a special wiggle.

Hillary: Speaking of asses, BHO can kiss mine. This job sux. 2morrow gotta be on a plane to Madagascar for a tapioca festival or some shit.

Nancy: Don’t know where Madagascar is. LOL!

Hillary: Me either. LOL!

Nancy: Wait… gotta stand a clap again

Hillary: Damn. This shit is killing me, my ass is killing me and I’m friggin beat.

Nancy: Need a little pick-me-up?

Hillary: Pope Catholic?

Nancy: After this shit is over, meet me at Rangel’s office. The guys in his district get him the best shit.

Hillary: Expensive?

Nancy: Who gives a shit? I got a trillion bucks to play with. LOL!!!

Imus tried kissing Al Sharpton’s ass, and Sharpton screwed him. Rupert Murdoch obviously wasn’t paying attention back then, because he fell into the trap of apologizing to this race hustling P.O.S., and he too has been screwed.

For more than six years, I have tried to avoid dropping an unfiltered F-Bomb on this site, but I can think of nothing to say about Al Sharpton other than FUCK YOU, Al.

You’re worth about as much to a civilized person as is a spot of bird shit on one’s shoe.

At the risk of repeating myself, FUCK YOU, Al.

That is all.

Dear Barack,

Dude, your reckless economic policies are tanking the market and sending the country into a socialist death spiral.

Kindly withdraw your head and look around.

Thank you.

Sincerely,
Your Ass

Presidential Press Secretary Robert Gibbs announced today that President Obama has signed an Executive Order in the wake of the publication of a controversial cartoon in the New York Post. Gibbs explained, “The Order is directed to the CEOs of broadcast and print media as well as Internet Service Providers and contributors to the internet.”

He quoted pertinent portions of the Order:

Effective immediately, any and all references to or depictions of any of the great apes or monkeys of any description is hereby prohibited as being contrary to the Administration’s goal of racial equality.

A PRS Operative asked whether the President considered the constitutionality of such a prohibition.

Gibbs responded, “We would expect a stupid question like that from a racist bastard like you.”

Details at eleven.