PRS Operatives have used proprietary technology to obtain a copy of a text message exchange between Debbie Wasserman Schultz, the Chairthing of the Democrat National Committee, and The One, hereinafter identified as “BHO.”

BHO: Just a note from Martha’s V’yard to let you know that you are doing a wonderful job.

DWS: OMFG (sorry about the “F” Mr. President – I’m so excited!), I am so honored, Mr. President. U are sooooo awesome!! I’ve been telling everyone about the eleventy-thousand jobs U’ve created and everything!

BHO: I know, and I hope U are also telling everyone about the seventy-eleventy-thousand jobs I’ve saved.

DWS: Oh, I have been telling everyone that too, Mr. President and also how you inherited all the really bad stuff from Bush’s failed policies. U are sooooo awesome! It’s not just me. Everyone in the country thinks you are awesome.

BHO: Well, I think there are a few people who might not agree with your assessment.

DWS: Maybe there are a few, but they R all racists, Mr. President. All the smart people know how awesome U R.

BHO: Well, thanks again, Debbie, for a job well done.

DWS: Mr. President…?

BHO: Yes?

DWS: U R so totally awesome. I would like to have a child with you.

BHO: Sorry, I don’t do Joos. You are, like, totally, haram.

DWS: I still think U’r awesome.

BHO: I knew you would.

Thanks to da Chef of da Future for the link.

How big has the federal government become? Way too big.

How can this affect the electoral process? Frightening!

I presume that this video has been making the rounds, but you gotta see it. Buzz Aldrin, the 74-year-old former astronaut, is being hounded by a moon conspiracy (i.e. the photos from the moon were fake) asshole, until he finally loses his patience and clocks the guy a shot.

Sweet!

The link also contains the Mythbusters episode that debunks the conspiracy claims.

Thanks to Captain Artie for the link.

Behold the Democrat National Committee’s version of Baghdad Bob.

Lots of Life 101 going on.

Maybe tomorrow. If not, have a mahvelous weekend.

Remember how we were told by Algore and other like-minded assholes that the polar ice floes were melting due to global warming, which, in turn, was causing polar bears to drown? Sure you do. It tugged at your heartstrings and may even have caused you to buy a Prius or some of those horrible mercury-filled light bulbs.

Turns out that it’s all bullshit.

I hope there’s a special place in Hell reserved for Algore.

via C&S

First, forgive me for what appears to be milking the Fort Collins thing, but the facts are that: (a) the crap being plopped on the country by The One and his democrat and Pretend-Republican cronies sickens me to the point to where smoke comes out of my ears, and, besides, others blog it way better than I, and (b) I don’t feel like writing,because I have been taking refuge in ruminating about how great it was to make music with old and dear friends.

Anyway, with that said, here are a couple photos of a “rehearsal.” Seems to me that referring to these few sessions as “rehearsals” is an insult to the word “rehearsal,” given that a “rehearsal” presupposes the mere tidying up material already known to everyone. That was not exactly our situation, having not played before a live audience since 1968.

Saby (with his eyeglasses!)

Hideo

Tatsy

Ed

Me. I was taking the photos, so you have to take it on faith that I was rehearsing. Here are the tools of the trade, so to speak. Yes, I did play guitar on a couple tunes, but back in the day, publicly, I always played drums.

Yes, Virginia, there is a street in Fort Collins called “Abbey Road.” When we saw the sign, we couldn’t resist.

It was difficult to stage this one, given the amount of traffic on the street at the time.

One of these days, we’ll grow up.

In short, it went well, if the size and enthusiasm of the crowd were any indications. Then again, I suppose it could be that the folks in Fort Collins are either exceedingly polite or partially deaf.

I arrived back at the House by the Parkway at 3 a.m. today, and I’m spending the day dealing with some less-than-fun post-trip activities such as unpacking and doing laundry. I’m also busy with more pleasant post-trip activities such as contemplating what a great time I had.

Many photos were taken and will be circulated among us over the next few days. I’ll share.

In the meantime, here are a couple candid photos taken by Tatsy’s son, Rob, who also shot video of the whole shebang, which I hope to see over the next week or so.

I believe I’m singing, but I’m not sure.

Here’s a pretty cool/artsy photo of Hideo singing.

Saby is singing a Hawaiian song about cowboys on the Big Island. According to Saby, Hawaii had cowboys before Colorado. I don’t think the Colorado peeps were buying that.

We returned to the scene of the crime for a photo on Sunday before everyone headed home. (Left to right: Ed, me, Saby, Hideo, Tatsy)

More later.

*Apologies to Paul Simon