Still bereft of the desire or ability (assuming I ever had any) to string more than a couple sentences together, I thought I would share the following video, which shows a guy doing an imitation of a dick with legs being positively giddy upon having successfully wiggled himself into a giant prophylactic-colored balloon.

I suppose it also could remind one of a sperm with legs and a tee shirt trying to pierce an ovum.

His earlier FAIL, appears here.

Via David Thompson

My friend Mike, the computer maven, sent me the test, observing that it might make for a more interesting post than yet another “staring at a blank page” post, such as I offered yesterday. He’s certainly right about that.

Take the test here. Remember, think before you answer.

P.S. I got 100%. Not braggin’; just sayin’.

I read a bunch of blogs and surfed the web for a while searching for some bloggy inspiration. Then I sat here for fifteen minutes staring at a blank page, and it continued to stare back at me. I’d say the blank page won the stare down.

I blame The One and the rogues and punks he surrounds himself with for wounding my muse.

Here’s what The One had to say about individual health insurance mandates during the campaign.

The mainstream media have always ignored his mendacity, and those of us who have been on to this guy from Day One have simply come to expect it.

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One of the main talking points of the The One and his co-conspirators in government and the mainstream media is to refer to the use of “scare tactics” by those who don’t approve of the government controlling our health care system. Which is why it really frosts my stindeens every time The One refers to a letter he received telling a heart-rending story about a person suffering and dying as a result of the actions of an evil insurance company and uses it to bolster his argument for the federal government’s control of the health care system, but when confronted with the legions of horror stories emanating from countries with nationalized health care (e.g. here, here and here), he either ignores them or refers to them as “scare tactics offered up by “fear mongers.”

The man is beneath contempt.

Over the weekend, I had to good fortune to have dinner at Anthony’s Trattoria in North Brunswick, New Jersey. My daughter and son-in-law had eaten there before and suggested that it would be a good place for us to enjoy a casual BYO dinner. The restaurant, which is located in a strip mall, is easily spotted because of the life-sized statue of a happy, rotund chef holding a sign bidding people welcome. As it happened, the owner, himself, met us at the door with a warm welcome and escorted us past the pizza making section to the dining room in the rear of the restaurant.

After introducing himself (his name is “Al”) and opening our bottle of wine, he told us that he has been the owner since December. He offered that food has always been his passion and that he decided to “go for it,” in December. He smiled when he said that he hadn’t taken a rest since then. His face lit up when describing some of the special dishes the restaurant serves that one wouldn’t normally expect to find in a place that also has what appears to be an active pizza business. He went on to enthusiastically described his plans for future specials.

I didn’t ask whether any particular event (e.g. an unintended, unforeseen “career change”) caused him to buy the restaurant, as it really doesn’t matter. All I could see was an American guy (who turns out to be from the town in which the House by the Parkway is located) taking all the risks, financial and otherwise, to make a go of it with a small business, working murderous hours, dealing with the inevitable daily crises, and loving every minute of it. I also saw four or five people who were gainfully employed by virtue of him having taken those risks.

I couldn’t help but think that that’s the way America is supposed to work. If Al provides good food and good service, his business will succeed. If not, his business will fail. Capitalism in its purest form.

The good news is that his business should surely thrive. He is a gracious host, his wait staff is knowledgeable, friendly and efficient, and the food and atmosphere were superb and everything is very reasonably priced. If you’re ever in the North Brunswick area (not far from Rutgers), pick up a bottle (or two or three) of wine and head over to Anthony’s Trattoria and be sure to say hello and shake hands with Al, an American who is living his dream, and who will happily share it with you.

You won’t regret it.

The Constitutional Republic, as envisioned by the Founders, was brutally assaulted yesterday.

I am sad and very angry at the moment.

Regular blogging will resume tomorrow, maybe.

Recently I have seen way too much of the thoroughly obnoxious Congresscreep from Florida, Debbie Wasserman Schultz, on television. She is a one-trick pony.

Any Republican: Looks like pretty lousy weather today, Debbie.

Wasserman: NOT NEARLY AS BAD AS THE WEATHER WAS WHEN BUSH WAS PRESIDENT!

…

Any Republican: The soup could be a little hotter, don’t you think, Debbie?

Wasserman: YEAH? WELL, THE SOUP REALLY SUCKED WHEN BUSH WAS PRESIDENT!

…

Any Republican: I have an annoying headache.

Wasserman: I HAD WORSE HEADACHES FOR EIGHT YEARS WHEN BUSH WAS PRESIDENT!

…

That is one humorless harpy right there.

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