Every time I hear a gang of Occu-dirtbags scream/chant their refusal to leave the “occupied” premises in defiance of an order to vacate, I cannot help but think of this. NSFW

I admit it. It gives me the warm fuzzies.

They’re accomplished musicians who play classical music with a humorous twistki.

Enjoy.

via Big Geek Daddy

The trash (human and otherwise) has been removed from Zuccotti Park by the New York City Police Department.

“God bless them.” — Nancy Pelosi

There is no fool like an old fool.

Yeah, I did it. I finally got around to buying my very own pool cue. Am I good enough to deserve my own cue? Probably not, but I decided to treat myself to a present. I paid extra for the magic twinkle dust that will permit me to play like Willie Mosconi.

I’m looking forward to taking it out for a spin. Who knows? By next year I may even whip John Cox. The Wiseass Jooette will most certainly be toast.

After spending several hours listening to news and surfing the internet, I felt my head about to explode. To the extent I have any creativity left, the blood sport of politics and the mindlessness of the current regime has sapped it. Sooo, I figured, to hell with it, and I spent the evening playing billiards with the local gentlemen shooting pool with the guys.

Did wonders for my mind, my soul and my blood pressure.

I have about had it with the Occu-punks. I read about antics such as these and it makes my hair hurt. I wonder how long Mayor-For-Life Bloomberg is going to let this crap continue.

Here is a video about the history of the Albert Music Hall in New Jersey and what happens there every Saturday night.

Most folks (even Jersey natives) are surprised to learn that there is such a place in New Jersey. I was there (in the Pickin’ Shed) last night for about three and a half hours. Great stuff, right there, even if my fingers are a bit sore today.

I admit it. Until very recently I had no idea what a “down twinkle” is. Now I know.

Take a look at this Occu-jerk explaining and demonstrating the various signs used in their little community fetid shithole. He’s positively precious.

Dear Twinkles:

I’ve got a sign for you right here.