Archive for March, 2009
Putting the Bailout Numbers in Perspective
If you’re having some trouble wrapping your head around all the big numbers that have been throw around the past couple of months, I have some help for you. Duane Lester breaks out his calculator and a can of his favorite soft drink and finds that the government is looting our fridges. He’s going to [...]
How Can You Have Rule 2 Linkage without The Shack?
As usual, your Saturday blog reading should begin with a hot cuppa joe and Stacy McCain’s linkfest to end all linkfests. He’s farmed the job out to Frequent Commenter Smitty, who has taken up the mantle as dogsbody to the Million Hit Blogger and is slinging the Rule 2 Affection far and wide. But it [...]
You Need a Scoundrel
Cynthia Yockey, blogger on the rise, has stepped forward to referee the jello-intensive rumble between Miss Logan and Miss Stuart for the heart of one man who should be slapped upside the head with a 2×4 if he isn’t thanking God on bended knee every night for his good fortune. This, of course, is all [...]
Next Time, Tell the MSM Not to Scream so Loudly. It Kills the Audio.
The Hardest Working President in Show Biz sent a video holiday greeting to the country of Iran. I’m pleased to present that message to you, my faithful readers, as well.
Majority of Americans Say “Please, Big Government, Don’t Help Anymore!”
One of the biggest complaints from conservatives over the past twenty years is that the American people have grown entirely too comfortable with their government riding to their rescue. Government, say conservatives, usually shows up like an enraged bull elephant instead of a dashing knight in shining armor, and does far more harm than good. [...]
Eat Raisin Brahms…for the Aaaaaarts!
It’s not often that a television commercial makes me laugh every time I see it. I can’t remember the last PSA that made me laugh even once. This one, though, cracks me up. I can’t help it. Something about Johannes Brahms crashing through a dining room table, with his grand piano, and yelling “Guten TAAAAAAAAAAG” [...]




















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