Case Logic or why McCain is losing.

There are now 18 days left for each candidate to make their case before the American electorate. Even though it appears that Barack Obama has the edge, there is still enough time for John McCain to make a comeback. As he says, he is a fighter and unfortunately and contrary to his continued claims about running a respectful campaign his campaign and those that support him continue to attack the character of Senator Obama. Some of the attacks are direct (he pals around with terrorists) and some are oblique.

The latest from his staff and supporters are nothing more than shameful, down and dirty.

Example #1:

Does anyone see anything other than direct racism in this reference to Obama not looking like any president on our currency? Let's see....fried chicken.....ribs.....Kool-aid, and oh yeah, what's that....why it's watermelon.

This was sent out via e-mail and regular mail in the October newsletter by the Chaffey Community Republican Women, along with a statement that says if Obama is elected his image will appear on food stamps instead of dollar bills like other presidents.

The group's president, Diane Fedele said "It was just food to me..."

Example #2:

The official Web site of the Sacramento County Republican Party compared Democratic presidential nominee Barack Obama to terrorist leader Osama bin Laden and urged people to "Waterboard Barack Obama." The site contained the following image:

So John, if this is your idea of a respectful campaign God help us if you are elected on November 4th.

Wordless Wednesday

Friday Forum - Panic on (in) the Street

What follows appears to be sound advice that I received from my financial advisory group.

6 facts to help dispel the fear and 10 key reminders to share with investors

1. In January of 1970, a bear market started that lasted until May of that year. The market during that time fell 35.4%. In May, a bull market began that lasted until January 1973 and brought a 124% gain in stock values.

2. In April 1981, another bear market commenced that lasted nearly a year and brought a 24.7% decline. Then, in March of 1982, the market began to rise and continued doing so until June 1983, bringing an overall gain of 71.7%.

3. July 1990 brought a downward market that lasted three months, until October 1990, at which point equity prices had fallen 22.4%. Then, in the same month, a new, now legendary, bull market took hold and lasted nearly eight years, until July 1998, delivering a 330.7% gain for the market.

4. Dating back to 1975, 8 of the last 15 bull markets have started in the autumn months of September, October, and November.

5. Since 1957 there have been 15 bear markets, as measured from peak to trough, and on average they have lasted 10 months and brought an average decline of 29.4%.

6. The duration and degree of these bear markets were significantly less than the duration and magnitude of bull markets. During the same period, there were also 15 bull markets, which lasted, on average, 30 months and brought average gains of 112.5%.

10 key reminders for investors
1. Panics are based on emotion, and emotions can take on a life of their own. A herd-like mentality develops, and words that start to be used repetitively - such as "collapse," "endless," and "plunge" - only feed the frenzy. But it is important to remember that emotions are not your friend when it comes to making big decisions about your savings, retirement, or college money.

2. Individuals and the professional managers they hire to oversee their long-term assets are investors, not traders. There is a big difference. For investors, what matters is the long run, not today's events.

3. No one is alone in their concerns. We all have lots of company.

4. Panics and downturns are part of the free market system. They have occurred throughout history. While this knowledge may not ease the pain, these sharp, sudden downturns still have to be recognized as part of a cycle that often includes years of slow and steady upward progress.

5. Historically, bear markets, recessions, and market panics have been relatively brief in comparison with the duration of bull markets. Since World War II, economic expansions have, on average, lasted five times longer than recessions, and bull markets have been twice as long as bear markets.

6. Cyclical downturns have historically been connected to credit excesses. This time is no different. Prudence in borrowing will be rewarded in the next cycle.

7. Collapses do not bring everything to a halt. Even during the worst of down times, people still go about their lives, raising children, going to work, and planning for the future.

8. Risk-seeking in the markets has vanished. But the pursuit of risk is a normal state for the markets. U.S. Treasury bills may look smart today, but at some point risk-seeking will return. It always has.

9. The largest government bodies in the world have acted to lessen the severity of this crisis.

10. You cannot control events. You can only control your response to them.

Source: James Swanson, Chief Investment Strategist Corner.

Wordless Wednesday

Small Potatoes

We are hosting a member of Barack Obama's staff for a few days. While we were discussing where he had been and what was available to him while he stayed with us he mentioned that all of his meals were consumed at campaign headquarters, meaning nothing but fast food or at best restaurant food.

With this in mind, I suggested to NanaK that all of the staffers might enjoy a home cooked meal. Since they put in a minimum of 12 hour days, 7 days a week, it was obvious we could not have them over for a meal so we decided to cook something to take to them. Since I am pretty good at smoking ribs, I thought that would be a good thing to feed them. NK suggested potato salad as the side dish and believe me, she makes a mean potato salad.

So, we went shopping this morning for the stuff we needed to prepare dinner for tomorrow evening since I am working there then. Since this was my idea, of course I wanted to help her out with the salad so I began peeling the spuds. That is when I did it.....I stepped all over my dick big time.

She said that she would cut the spuds up and I said that I would do it. Then she said that she did not like the way I cut them, I did not cut them small enough. Well, at that time I should have shut up and just let her cut them her way, but oh no, I couldn't do that! I had to act like I had some authority in the task and said, you're not the one that's going to eat the salad.

I might just have well as taken the knife and sliced my dick clean off after I said that. Here is a lesson for every man out there, if you want silence in the house go ahead and challenge she who must be obeyed. I guarantee you will get it.

November 4, 2008

The election on 11/4 will determine not only how we proceed in the real war on terror but how we defeat the policies that have placed this country and the world in a global economic crisis. It will determine whether or not the millions of uninsured will have a chance to obtain affordable health care or whether or not we will reduce our dependence on foreign sources of energy. These issues and more will be decided upon by the electorate of this country in just under 1 month.

In the time left before the election I have decided to make an effort to provide an unbiased look at the issues. There will be enough mudslinging between now and 11/4 from both sides and your vote for the next President should be based on the issues, not some political hacks idea of an attention getting headline.

Today's issue is health care.

John McCain

Encourages individual initiative and cost control.

Overall plan:

People should be able to take their insurance plan with them when they change jobs. This would remove existing income tax breaks for corporations that provide an employer sponsored health plan. His plan calls for income tax credits of $2,500 for an individual or $5,000 per family to help purchase insurance and would he would expand the use of health savings accounts. Under this plan employers will not be required to provide coverage.

Cost Control:

Under his plan malpractice reforms will be enacted to limit lawsuits and damages awarded. Competition among providers will be encouraged and his plan promotes the use of alternative providers such as a nurse practitioner. His plan all calls for providing consumers more information on treatment offers.

Cost and benefit:

His campaign has not specified an overall cost. Independent examiners estimate that his plan could reduce the number of uninsured by approximately 1 million in 2009.

Barack Obama
Supports private and public contributions to reduce the number of uninsured.

Overall Plan:
His plan will result in the creation of a government regulated clearinghouse that will provide the opportunity to purchase insurance through a new public plan or private insurers. Small business will be provided with a tax credit as an incentive to provide coverage for employees. His plan would expand Medicaid and the State Children's Health Insurance Program. Under this plan employers with a specified number of employees will be required to provide health insurance or contribute a percentage of their payroll toward the cost of the new public plan.

Cost Control:
Utilize electronic health information systems, lower prescription drug costs and improve the prevention and management of chronic conditions.

Cost and Benefit:
When fully in place the overall plan cost is estimated to be $50 to $65 billion. Independent examiners estimate that his plan could reduce the number of uninsured by approximately 18 million in 1009.

Sources: Omaha World Herald/Kaiser Family Foundation/Brookings Institution/Tax Policy Center.

For a biased view of the candidates go to toonlet.com

On Chickens, an Outhouse and Motorcycles

Along time ago there were two young men and both of them had their eye on a particular young lady. Not the same young lady and the two men had not yet met but they both wanted to impress the young lady they were fond of but did not want to cross the path of the parents of either. Neither was able to live up to the latter goal because of one similar incident.


The father of the first young lady, among other endeavors, raised chickens. The other young lady lived in a country house without indoor plumbing. Both young men met similar fates.

Now I don't claim to know all of the details but the stories I heard go something like this:

One day the first young man hopped on a motorcycle and being somewhat unfamiliar with the operation of said vehicle had a little trouble stopping it when he wanted to. The result was a breech of a section of the building that housed laying hens. Not only was there damage to the structure but because of the incursion, the hens were so shaken that they stopped laying or when they did lay the eggs were bloody.

The second youngster took his motorcycle, not to the chicken coop, but up to and into a newly constructed outhouse. Fortunately, it was vacant at the time, unfortunately for him it was not so new that it had not been put to use.

The episodes evidently were not serious enough to end any chance of a relationship for either of the men since both wound up marrying the young ladies in question, but they both wound up covered in shit

These two men were pictured in yesterday's blog, the one in first picture shown (my father) hit the chicken coop, the second Nana K's father) the outhouse.

Wordless Wednesday

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Picture #2

Why I hate John McCain

In 1965 I joined the United States Marine Corps. At the time I knew I would end up as possible cannon fodder in Vietnam. I did so knowingly in the hope that any children that I may have in the future would never have to experience the horrors of war.

In 1914 my grandfather went into the trenches of Europe as a Marine in the hope that any child of his would not have to face the horrors of war.

In 1941, my father faced the same decision and he went to war against the Germans (too bad he was in the Army, not the Marines) to keep family from having to face battle in the future.

Luckily, none of my progeny have had to go into battle to save America. But tonight, Senator McCain belittled me and my ancestors when he said that we lost face by giving up in Vietnam and he would consider Senator Obama's plan to be giving up in Iraq.

The plan of a phased withdrawal in Iraq after 7 years of occupation is not giving up. To compare the conflicts in Vietnam and Iraq are an insult to all of the soldiers that have served in both. Even though we were drawn into both wars through misinformation and arrogance the two conflicts cannot be compared or used to justify one or the other or to continue in one or the other.

As a veteran of the Vietnam conflict I say shame on you Senator McCain, even though you suffered as a result of your service, don't you dare insinuate that we are bailing on another country after every thing this country has done during a war that we should not have in been involved from the beginning.

But guess what John, as long as there are bullying bastards like you leading countries, fathers will go to war so their sons don't have to.

Voting Early

We in the state of Iowa are fortunate enough to be able to vote early, either by mail or in person. This morning 11 citizens for Obama made their way to the County office to become the first to cast a ballot for Senator Obama.

Frankly I did not expect it to go smoothly, I thought that they might not be prepared when we showed up precisely at 8:00 AM. I was wrong! I was the first person to get my ballot and they had everything organized and ready, just like they knew we were coming.

Both NK and I have cast our vote for Barack Obama, soon it will be your turn so don't fail to vote. I have been on the phone drumming up support for Obama and you would be surprised and the number of people that say they will not be voting! It makes me want to reach through the phone and strangle them.

Wordless Wednesday

The Trials and Trivality of Sarah Palin

Football Freddie

Wordless Wednesday

Monday's Music

Football Freddie

In Memoriam

today i wept

not for those who died a year ago
but for those who survived

for those who are filled with hatred
those who are consumed with their arrogance
those who cannot understand
that we must live together in this world

they are from america
From israel
palestine
ireland
england

they are from everywhere

i wept when the flag was unfurled
when the bagpipes played
when the people stared, seemingly unfeeling
but with sadness in their hearts

not understanding that we are god’s children
instead of the people of governments
of some defined religion

i wept when i remembered
that we have not found a way
to live together without malice

i wept when the pipes played
and no one was there,
yet the street was full
of those who will never understand

This was written on September 11, 2002.

No One Else Has Suffered

On August 31, 2007 Jeff and Peggy Hubbard of Clovis, California attended the funeral of Nathan, their youngest son. He was their second son to die in Iraq and their oldest son, Jason, watched it happen.

"The two were in separate Black Hawk helicopters...on Aug. 22 when mechanical problems sent Nathan’s chopper plummeting to the earth. All 14 soldiers aboard were killed, including Nathan, an Army corporal on his first tour of duty at age 21. Jason, an Army sergeant, witnessed the aftermath of the tragedy from the air, accompanying his unit in disbelief and budding grief to the smoldering wreckage that held the remains of his little brother.

Nathan had joined the Army to carry on what he considered the unfinished business of his older brother Jared, a 22-year-old Marine killed by a roadside bomb in November 2004.

As of yesterday there have been 4,153 other American families that have buried their sons, fathers, brothers and husbands as a result of the folly that is Iraq. I will not say they died in vain but I do believe they sacrificed their lives needlessly and the suffering is not yet complete. But the opportunity to put an end to the mounting count is at hand this November.

The choice is yours, Barak Obama or John McCain. The former will rationally schedule the removal of U.S. troops from Iraq. The latter will keep our brave men and women in that country for an undetermined amount of time, against the wishes of the government of Iraq. So the question is, who gets it?

On the Today show yesterday, Meredith Vieira posed a question to Meaghan McCain about Obama's criticism of her father "not getting it". Her response should send chills down the spine of every American. She said "no one knows what war is like OTHER THAN MY FAMILY, PERIOD."

I guess the Hubbard family doesn't get it, the other 4,153 families don't get it, the families of the 58,159 soldiers that lost their lives in Vietnam don't get it and even the families of the 3 to 4 million Vietnamese or the 1.5 to 2 million Laotians and Cambodians that died as a result of that conflict don't get it.

But thank God the McCain family does.

Bushism

Palintology

For What It's Worth

The title of this blog is one of my favorite songs of all time. So "Stop Children" and listen to the sound. The sound of the Republican party continuing to declare that we are on our way to victory in Iraq.

Get that, it is 2008 and we are still just "on our way to victory". Yet on May 1, 2003 our illustrious President, a Republican, declared "Mission Accomplished"


















On the final night (thank God) of the Republican convention, Sen. Lindsay Graham continued to lambaste the Democrats for attempting to lose the war in Iraq. A war that was won over 5 years ago as defined by the leader of the Republican party and supposedly of the free world.

One scene that I found quite ironic during Senator Grahams speech, as he talked about being so close to victory was the backdrop on the screen behind him. It was a still of all of the grave markers at Arlington National Cemetery. To the Republicans, it seems, victory equates to death or rather they are proud to show that our effort in Iraq, as misguided as it has been, has led to an increase in the number of crosses now adorning our national cemetery.


To me, this belittles the sacrifice of the brave men and women that have given not just their lives for this country, but their souls. For death is not the only outcome of war. There are just as many if not more that continue to suffer the adverse effects of their valor.

Candidate from Nowhere

Wordless Wednesday

The Continuing Adventures of Sarah Palin

Monday Madness

Let's see, what can we talk about today. Oh, I know let's talk about carrying concealed weapons.

To further that, let's talk about carrying a concealed weapon to school. Naturally it is a Texas school, where else.

And just who is carrying these weapons (guns), why of course, the teachers.

The school is located in what must be the rather small town of Harrold, Texas on the Okalahoma border. The total enrollment at the K-12 school is 110 students.

The decision to arm teachers was made after two years of research to determine the best security options for the school according to David Thweatt, school superintendent, even though all students are locked in for the day and security camera's apparently cover the entire school.

Yes, there have been school shootings, way too many. But having teachers, who I thought were trained as educators, also become armed guards may just be a little much.

Maybe they are worried about invaders from Oklahoma. And the way some kids act these day, who knows, maybe the teachers just wanted the option to shoot first and ask questions later.

You Should Vote for the McCain/Palin Ticket if:

This is for all those undecided voters out there like Aaron (see his comment posted there). I'm not picking on him, just wanted to provide a little food for thought.


You should vote for McCain if you believe that we can survive another 4 years of the Bush economic policy.


You should vote for McCain if you believe that Roe vs. Wade should be overturned and that any possibility of ending a pregnancy should be stopped, even in the case of rape, incest or the threat to the life of the mother.


You should vote for McCain if you think that a war on two fronts is not enough and will be willing to support an attack against Iran while at the same time failing to complete our mission in Iraq or to find those responsible for all of this insanity in the first place (Osama Bin Laden and his band).


You should vote for McCain if you think that big oil's profits have not been excessive and that they deserve further tax breaks.


You should vote for McCain if you want to see jobs currently held by American workers continue to migrate to countries outside of the United States.


You should vote for McCain if you think that offshore drilling will really reduce the price of a gallon of gas (or if you believe that opening Anwar to production is going to help reduce or dependence on fossil fuels).

You should vote for McCain if you believe that McCain chose Palin as his running mate because she is really the right person for the job and not a token female in an attempt to lure former Clinton supporters (which any intelligent woman should consider an insult).

You should vote for McCain if you believe the right to bear arms means that every individual in America has the right to own as many assault weapons as they desire.

And finally, you should vote for McCain if you want to follow him to the gates of hell because that is where he will take us.

Alaskan Adventure

Friday Toonlet

Freedom

I have a very strong belief that individuals ALWAYS have the right to express their opinion unless their actions may cause harm to others, that is until today.

While watching coverage on MSNBC of the Democratic Convention this afternoon and evening there persisted a constant chatter in the background. This noise came from a person that belongs to a group that apparently is convinced that the tragedy of September 11, 2001 was the work of of our government.

There were no planes to take out the twin towers, only explosives surreptitiously planted by internal forces....in spite of the film footage we all watched over and over. I guess they believe that all of that was neatly edited to hide the conspiracy perpetrated by our government.

Now I am no Bush fan but there is no way I can believe that even Cheney would come up with something as heinous as that.

The guy using the megaphone repeated over and over and over that "9/11 was an inside job" and was called a wacko by Chris Matthews. I believe that it goes much beyond that and that the freedom of speech should not apply when people like this attempt to spread their obvious message of complete disregard for the victims of that horrific event.

But my biggest regret is that I felt obligated to add to the attention that this idiot received.

Wordless Wednesday

Things to do in Denver when your'e dead

And let's face it folks, the campaign of HRC is dead. So what are the first words out of the mouth of the first speaker televised? Why it is Nancy Pelosi kissing HRC's ass, thanking her for her hard work as a candidate.

If any of you watched any of MSNBC's coverage yesterday afternoon you may have seen Chris Matthews talking to 3 women from a group called PUMA (stands for party unity my ass) that are die hard Clinton supporters (actually Matthews eventually called them wackos). In spite of all of the evidence to the contrary, these 3 idiots insist that Barack Obama is a "registered" Muslim.

At first they talked about a Congressional report that confirmed this, then waffled and said that there was a former Congressional investigator that produced the evidence.

When Matthews asked for more specifics the apparent leader of the 3 said I'm not going to tell you. Where in the hell have you people been for the last 7 years? Are you looking forward to more of the same? You need to clean out your little PUMA sandbox because Tommy Smothers is not going to do it for you.

Here is a suggestion for you and your PUMA group. Buy yourselves the Hell Freezes Over CD by the Eagles and play the first cut over and over until you get it or to be more to the point "Get (the fuck) Over It"

Johnny Mac Picks a Veep

Humble Pie

Friday Toonlet

Garden Party

One thing that drives me crazy is not being able to get a song out of my head, especially when I am trying to concentrate on something else. For that reason, now that I have XM radio in my car, I do not listen to any music on the way to the golf course because invariably the last song I hear will come roaring back at the most inopportune time and once it is stuck in whichever section of the brain controls that, all chances at a focused golf swing are gone.


So what do I listen to? XM channel 150, uncensored XM comedy, unless some comedian like Rodney Carrington comes on (he will frequently sing some sort of lewd song) in which case I will switch over to Air America. But I didn't say all that just to let you know about what I listen to in the car, there is a story behind it.

One recent Sunday morning as I was headed out to play in a member breakfast tournament I drove past an elderly lady in one of the neighborhoods nearby. She was very neatly dressed and obviously on her way to church services.

Since it was such a nice morning I had the car windows down to enjoy the morning air as I listened to some comedian discuss the size of his member and where he liked to put it (anywhere). It is possible that I had the volume up a little too high and this conversation obviously had an impact on the woman walking to her car since she seemed to stare in my direction for sometime as I passed by.

The moral of the story comes from the song Garden Party by Rick Nelson: "But it's all right now, I learned my lesson well. You see, ya can't please everyone, so ya got to please yourself."

Wordless Wednesday

Grandparents

A 6 YEAR OLD WAS ASKED WHERE HER GRANDMA LIVED.

"OH" SHE SAID, "SHE LIVES AT THE AIRPORT AND WHEN WE WANT HER WE JUST GO GET HER. THEN WHEN WE'RE DONE HAVING HER VISIT, WE TAKE HER BACK TO THE AIRPORT."

Sunday Toon

A Roll of the Dice (or don't leave home without them)

Subtitle: Baby needs a new pair of shoes!

If you have ever been to New Orleans you have probably run into a kid who will bet you he can tell you "where you got dem shoes". If you happened to take the bet, I'm pretty sure you lost it unless someone filled you in before your trip. If you have not been there and plan to go someday, don't fall for the trap (answer at the end of this post).

But speaking of shoes, what you see below is a picture of all of the shoes owned by the Kaos family, Midwest (about 20 pair).

The majority of the shoes in this picture are 10 or more years old. The total cost of this pile of shoes? We estimate it at approximately at one half the cost of one pair of shoes that look like the one below from a manufacturer's ad.









Would you spend $260.00 per shoe? Do you own 10 houses or have access to a corporate jet (courtesy of your spouse) for all of your travels? If you do, you would probably want to to vote for the Republican running for President this year.

Here is a picture of the proud wearer of these shoes (can you guess where he got the shoes?) Oh by the way there is someone else we know that he seems to like to hang with is in the picture).

But, if you would not or don't, I would guess that he might not be the person you would think of as someone who might understand what it is like to make your way through this thing called life. Think about it, it's not just about experience in Washington (by the way, that is not necessarily a good thing is it?).

Answer to question # 1....when you get a bet that someone can tell you where you got dem shoes while in New Orleans (or anywhere else), take the bet and tell them that you got dem on your feet.

Answer to question # 2, well, mommy didn't buy them, John McCain's shoes are none other than Salvatore Ferragamo Pregiato shoes that retail for $520 at Neiman Marcus.

The Stupid Zone

There is one area that is specifically reserved for the male of the species. It is called the stupid zone, and we frequently place ourselves into it.

It can apply to everything we do. We get there in various ways: a trip to a strip club will put one in the "zone", just a few drinks and a few well placed bills can lead to a lap dance and a lap dance just enhances the magnitude of stupid.

I first noticed it on the golf course after a good drive on a par 5, with the wind at my back I actually begin to believe I can hit my next shot 275 yards to the pin with a 3 wood. Of course, I am smack dab in the middle of the stupid zone and will generally either top the ball, causing it to roll around 15 to 20 yards or hit it straight into the tallest grass on the course. In that case I would wind up with a lost ball, and a one stroke penalty....out in 1, back in 2, hitting 3. Since I am still in the stupid zone I might even try the same shot again, out in 3, back in 4 and hitting 5...still 275 yards from the pin.

But what really got me thinking about the stupid zone tonight was that today I noticed that the speedometer on my car went up to 160 mph. When a man sees that, what is his first thought? Well it has to be I wonder if I can really get this thing to go 160? Tempting me, calling me, see if it will do it.

Since I was on a city street, my basic instinct was to resist, fight the feeling. So I did, resist the temptation that is, at least for now. But now that the vision is there, every time I look at the dashboard I will see the number....160 and I'll be back in the zone. I just hope it doesn't happen on some dark deserted straight away where I might just think I can hit that shot.

Olympic Spirit - Report from the Olympic News Network

In keeping with, maybe even enhancing the spirit of the Summer Olympics, two nations have surprisingly added a new event.

Russia and the Republic of Georgia (a former Soviet Republic) have not been friendly for some time. That they have chosen to begin battle games on the opening day of the Summer Olympics can't be a coincidence can it?

Georgia has taken the initial lead in the games by shooting down two Russian jets but it appears that Russia is making it's move with a strong line of tanks known to be headed toward the border.

While the rules have not yet been clearly defined it is certain that the winner will be the country with the least number of dead. Sadly, no gold medals and no Olympic wreaths will be presented, only wooden boxes with the remains of the innocent will be left to remind us of this new Olympic sport.

Comback for HRC?

Wordless Wednesday

Republican Nightmares

Party Time

Faux Pas

Yesterday I said something that could have got me in serious trouble. NK is in Portland and when she got up she called me and asked me what I was doing.

Not thinking at all I told her t he truth. "I'm waiting for some ladies to leave". Now that has the possibility of a serious misunderstanding. I was waiting and women were involved but it's not what you might think.

There were four of them and I had already gone through four others. I found out later that there were seven more in front of me that I would have to contend with.

But as soon as I realized what I had just said I quickly amended my statement and finished my story. You see I was on the 6th hole at my golf club and about five groups of women had started ahead of me and I was waiting for one of the groups to leave the green when NK called, thus the statement about waiting for the ladies to leave.

Needless to say, it was quite quiet on the other end of the phone until I explained where I was.

True Colors

Wordless Wednesday

I swear, it's not me!

Yesterday I received the following email from a friend:


Bob works hard and spends his leisure time playing golf.

His wife thinks he's pushing himself too hard, so for his birthday she takes him to a local strip club.

The doorman at the club greets them and says, 'Hey, Bob! How ya doin?'

His wife is puzzled and asks if he's been to this club before.

'Oh no,' says Bob. 'He's in my golf league.

When they are seated, a waitress asks Bob if he'd like his usual and brings over a Budweiser.

His wife is becoming increasingly uncomfortable and says, How did she know that you drink Budweiser?'

I recognize her, she's the waitress from the golf club. I always have a Bud at the end of the 1st nine, honey.

A stripper then comes over to their table, throws her arms around Bob, starts to rub herself all over him and says, 'Hi Bobby. Want your usual table dance, big boy?'

Bob's wife, now furious, grabs her purse and storms out of the club. Bob follows and spots her getting into a cab. Before she can slam the door he jumps in beside her.

Bob tries desperately to explain how the stripper must have mistaken him for someone else, but his wife is having none of it . She is screaming at him at the top of her lungs, calling him every 4 letter word in the book.The cabby turns around and says 'Geez Bob, you picked up a real bitch this time.

Bob's funeral will be on Friday.

My response to said friend was as follows:

Let it be known that the announcement of my death has been greatly exaggerated and I have never been to that strip club and I do not know Candy, the aforementioned stripper or Tony the cab driver.

Rotate This

I had to install a few new sprinkler heads today, some were leaking and one stopped moving. It was one of those with a rotating head that you would use to cover a larger area.

While most of the sprinklers are easy to replace; dig the hole, remove old head, replace the riser and screw in new sprinkler, the rotating type come with instructions. Where do they put the instructions? Pasted to the sprinkler so if you try to remove them so you don't forget what the steps are you will destroy them (remember, once you install the new head it is below ground so you will no longer be able to read the directions). So what to do but copy them (unless you have a good memory).

First step, grip the rubber head and move clockwise to set the right border, then move counter clockwise to set the left border. Second step, rotate the entire head clockwise to set the left fixed point while at the same time stick your thumb up your ass (this will keep you still) and then rotate the head counter clockwise.

If you are easily confused, be careful not to rotate your thumb, this could cause you to flinch and you may not get the spray directed as desired. The third and fourth steps advise you how to adjust the fixed borders left and right so don't confuse your left hand with your right hand or you may wind up with mud up your ass.

Other than that it's real simple!

Have all men been castrated?

Or is it just those in eastern Nebraska and Western Iowa?

In any event, one thing that I ignored (or did not learn) from my time in the service was to never volunteer. Yesterday, I spent 3 hours manning the main gate at the local county fair. My job was to allow only those with a pass to take their vehicle onto the fair grounds. All in all, it was pretty boring, most of the time I wished I had brought a book.

However, when a vehicle did approach my post (that's an old military term) without a visible pass I stopped them. Whenever a male was driving and there was a female in the passenger seat, I never heard anything come out of the mouth of the male. He may have started to open his mouth to say something, but the woman always, I say again, ALWAYS, got her mouth moving before he could. And he would just sit there, mouth half open with a dumb look on his face like he was trying to say I'm sorry but she had my nuts removed about 10 years ago so I really don't have anything to say.

NK called them henpecked, I think it is more like peckerless. They must spend most of their time at home (when not saying yes dear, you are right dear) looking for the strongbox she keeps his dick in.

(P.S. - this is not intended to disparage the female gender, it is merely a comment on how the American male has allowed himself to be neutered).

Sunday Scene

As per my normal Sunday morning ritual, I went out through the garage and front gate to gather up the local rag...the Wierd Herald but lo and behold it was not in it's normal spot. No orange bag laying in the driveway.

I looked across the street and noticed that the familiar object was laying on one of our neighbors driveways and looked back at ours. Then I saw it, recognized it right away. Someone had decapitated a snake and decided it should adorn our driveway. The question is, does this have some meaning, is it a warning of some sort, does someone wish us harm? Is there possible some meaning to the way it is positioned?

Just about everyone has a conspiricy theory about something, and I think I should make one up about this.

Since our house is up for sale and has been for some time, it is my theory that someone, perhaps the same one that keeps removing the for sale signs that point to our house, wants us to consider lowering the price and they think that by tossing a beheaded snake in the driveway we will begin to think that maybe the neighborhood is becoming unsafe, lowering the price just go get away.....maybe it is even our Agent who has twice suggested we consider a reduction (but then he wouldn't steal his own signs....or would he?).

Just in case any of that may be close to why we have a dead, decapitated snake in our driveway, and in case the person or persons that decided to let us have it might stumble across this post, forget it buster (or bustess), the house is what it is and is not going to be reduced.

Oh, by the way, I found the paper in the recepticle the newspaper people attached to our mailbox post that they hardly ever use. Maybe the deliverly person didn't want to chance hitting the snake by throwing the paper down.

The Answer to World Hunger

Huzzah, Huzzah, we finally have an answer to world hunger and it comes from former Presidential candidate Duncan Hunter (who the hell is he, and did anyone beside his family know that he was running for President in 2008?).

Anywho, his resolution to world hunger is to begin to kill species that don't exist, at least, not in the country he planned to begin his kill fest. To feed the starving population of Chad, Hunter wanted to take a hunting trip to shoot down all of the Wildebeest in that country and he would donate the result of the hunt to the starving populace. Only two things wrong, Chad does not allow such hunting trips and (gulp) there are no Wildebeests in Chad.

When Hunter was informed of the problem, he offered to hunt the animals down wherever they existed. So, yesterday, he became infamous as the Countdown worst person in the world.

With Friends Like This.....

Here it is, the standard answer to the title line: who needs enemies.

Nothing is funnier than 3 practical jokers getting drunk together, until one of them passes out, then it gets hilarious. Or, according to the 2 now facing jail time, it seemed funny at the time.

That is when Matthew Craig Pillers, 22, and Jack Brent Nicholas Keiffer, 19 decided to douse Elliot Tuleja’s groin with cologne after he passed out and proceeded to see if it would burn. It did and the result was second-and third-degree burns on his testicles and third-degree burns on his inner thighs.

But amazingly enough, I have a story that can top this, a self inflicted dousing with fire. This friend of mine on a business trip to Los Angeles discovered that his newly purchased bottle of Savage cologne had cracked in transit from San Francisco to L.A. So, not thinking clearly decided to pour the contents into the toilet in his hotel room. That's not bad, right?

Wrong! Immediately after discarding the flammable material, he decided to take a seat on said john and light up a Marlboro light, using a match. Well, instead of blowing the flame on the match out, he spread his thighs just enough to drop the sill flaming piece of cardboard into the space between his legs, thus exposing his manhood to peril.

Much to his surprise, there was a sudden flash followed by the smell of burning hair and flesh. It seems that pouring cologne into a pool of water in an enclosed bowl does not reduce the alcohol content to a non-flammable liquid. After a rather embarrassing trip to the closed emergency room where he had to explain his predicament (not a dick joke), he had not yet suffered enough indignity.

The next day at the meeting he had gone to L.A. to attend he was presented with a fire extinguisher for future emergencies such as this, along with a new bottle of cologne. Then, a few weeks later, courtesy of NK, he received an anonymous mailing that consisted of the picture of a bottle of Savage, a toilet, and a match with the universal symbol of no (a red circle with a slash through the circle).

Wordless Wednesday

Sometimes the Tooth Fairy Doesn't Leave $$

Then again, sometimes they don't leave much of anything at all. Yesterday I mentioned that we say Hellboy II, it has tooth fairies but not the type that you would want to have sneaking into your bedroom to swap cash for a tooth.

These are little gremlins that can reduce a 300 pound person to dust in seconds, and they swarm like bees and move like the Tasmanian devil. Just the perfect thing to scare the bejesus out of your little one if you have just a touch of evil in you.

You know, like Cosby's dad telling Bill and Russell about the monster in the closet only you can use this one to get them to let you pull the loose tooth. Like if we don't get it out now, the bad tooth fairies will come and the first thing they go after are your teeth, then your flesh and finally your bones. And they don't leave anything behind. Just the thing for a nice bedtime story, eh?

Times have apparently changed or R is for Ridiculous

Before Saturday, I had always believed that if a movie had an "R" rating it meant that anyone under 17 years of age had to be accompanied by a parent of guardian. After going to see Hellboy II it appears that the times have changed but the Classification and Ratings Administration (yes, there is such a body) make no mention of the apparent change.




Take note of the bottom of the movie board....."No Children Under 7 Allowed in "R" Rated Films".

Now I don't have a problem with this restriction other than letting an 7, 8, or 9 year old, even someone that is 10 see an R rated film. Who drew the line at 7 when they will allow a parent to make a decision to bring a child between 7 and 17 into the theater?

Take a movie like Wanted. It is rated R mainly due to strong bloody violence. So we let an immature child over 6 in and it's OK. Something is wrong here don't you think?

Happy Anniversary

Redneck Fashion Tips

Here you go ladies, looking for a 100% cotton top at an affordable price. This Walmart shopper from Gardendale, Alabama has the answer. You have probably seen the Hanes for her commercials.....well I'm not sure this is what they really had in mind.

I have to wonder, are they new or did her redneck beau blow out the neckline for her?

Wordless Wednesday

More on the Cover

As much as I respect Chris Matthews and Rachel Maddow (MSNBC & Air America Radio) I have to believe that they give themselves and MSNBC more credit than they (it) deserves. Reading into this you might say that they are somewhat elitist.

I say this because of some of the comments made about the flap over the cover of New Yorker. They believe that the general public will get the concept of the satire intended by the magazine because they are giving it so much air time.

They really should do a reality check and think about who their audience is (hint, it is not the general, beer guzzling, NASCAR watching, fan of Cops TV or American Idol). Their audience consists of those who agree with their message, The average American will not benefit from their insightful repartee so back off a little on the importance of your message, you are not getting through to those folks. Way too many of folks in this country will see the cover and say -
"I knew it, the SOB is a Muslim".

Satire or Scandalous

The cover of the July 21st New Yorker magazine presents an image of Barak and Michelle
Obama in the white house dressed as Muslim terrorists. They are fist bumping, there is a photo of Osama Bin Laden in the background and an American flag buring in the fireplace.




















The New Yorker claims it is merely a satirical look at the rumours that have circulated about Obama. Given that there are still many people in this country believe that Obama is a Muslim and that there has been and still is an active campaign to portray him as such, I just don't think that any attempt at satire on this subject is acceptable.


To me, this is a scandalous, tasteless and offensive weapon for the hateful few that continue to spread innuendo and lies.

Sunday, Sunday

For the first time this year, we are sitting outside, under our canopy on the patio enjoying breakfast. Just bagels, coffee and mimosa but it has been so nice the past few days we just couldn't resist.

With breakfast done I started looking around and lo and behold we were in the middle of a courtship. Have you ever seen bunnies fuck? OK maybe that is a little crude, it appeared to be a courting ritual followed by the mount. The male would jump straight up in the air (this must be impressive to the female, even though this particular one must not have been impressed. Maybe he didn't jump high enough?), and then attempt an entry from behind, sometimes preceded by a chase.

Watching this jump up, chase, jump up, chase got me thinking. As males, once we are done chasing the female of the human species until she catches us, we seem to jump on command and only ask how high? Might the bunny world be where this propensity of ours comes from?

Here's Your Sign (Subtitle - Results of No Child Left Behind, Can Anyone Out There Read?)

Bill Engvall coined this phrase long ago and it has not lost it's value. So far this year 239 people have become extremely ill after drinking fuel that was meant to be placed into a tiki lamp (so if you are going to have tiki lamps at the tiki party CK, make sure you take care with the liquid).

Two of the 239 are now living in another world. Seven stupid Americans come from the Metro area in which I currently reside (but strongly desire to leave). As it turns out, the fuel has the same appearance as apple juice so without looking to see what they are serving or drinking (I wonder who put the stuff in the refrigerator in the first place) the intelligentsia of this country served it up.

Perhaps we that remain and have not purchased, served or consumed tiki fuel should feel remorse that the other 237 idiots that did drink it survived to further populate our country.

Ode to the tomato

Oh little tomato, how I've missed you. The caress of your green skin as you grow brought me endless joy many years ago. I've missed tantalizing your root system as I turned the soil at your base to keep the dastardly weeds from sucking the water from your flesh.

The fragrance from my fingertips teasing my airway after plucking the sucker stems has rejuvenated my nostrils. Even though you were only one and have come from a pot instead of the glorious rows of the past, I know there will soon be more of you to enjoy; but I long to wander through your host plants. Somehow a little water from a small watering can is just not like it was.

Yes, you were only one, but we ate your ass anyway and you sure were good.

Heels, Redux

I was going to just post a comment on this subject on CK's blog when we lost our Internet connection last night. Having just restored it (hope it is a permanent fix) I decided to journalize my comment here instead.

Her post and a conversation with my brother last night while I was reading about her "heel" adventures made me think of a time when my little bro used to wear our mother's (GG Kaos) heels.

Not by choice, mind you, but by brute force and intimidation. For some reason, Aunt Tuna and I rejoiced in a cruel streak and forced him to put on the heels and run down the hallway. Before he could get halfway, we would delightfully throw whatever we had available (mostly I remember pillows) at his running little ankles and knock him off his feet. Then we would make him do it again until we grew tired of watching him fall.

Ah, childhood memories....for the life of me I don't know why he did not refuse to cooperate, there was no reward for playing our little game, only a sore butt.

We were lucky that he never lost a heel, that would have been difficult to explain.

Wordless Wednesday

Sign Language for Men

Question of the Week

We had a few friends over for a BBQ yesterday. I got up around 6:30AM to get the fire started so I could put the 12 lb. brisket on around 7AM. My plan was to cook it at 190 degrees for about 9 hours so I could pull it off about 4PM and let it rest for about an hour.....dinner at 5.

The guests began to arrive around 3 and the beer and conversation was flowing at a comfortable pace. As host I was of course attending to a number of things but after all of our company arrived I took the opportunity to sit for a minute and join the conversation.

So down I sat, right across from one of the male guests and I noticed something......his testicles were in plain view. I did a little swivel in my chair to change my view. I don't know if anyone else had a clear view but a couple of nuts were clearly getting some fresh air.

On to the question, do you ignore the view and let others have a chance at a peek or discreetly mention to the person that his balls are running free?

Happy 4th

232 years ago a band of rebels declared that the 13 colonies of the British Empire no longer wished to be subjected to the whim of the realm with a statement known as the Declarlation of Independence. While the vote was actually completed on July 2nd, 1776, the formal adoption took place 2 days later on July 4th. John Adams, writing to his wife, Abigail, on July 3rd predicted that the 2nd of July would become a great American holiday. He was only off by 2 days.

While largely written by Thomas Jefferson, a committee of 5 consisting of John Adams, Benjaman Franklin, Robert Livingston, Roger Sherman and TJ, was appointed on June 11, 1776 by the Continental Congress to draft a declaration. After much debate and numerous changes the final version was approved and sent to the printer on 7/4/1776. That is why we celebrate the 4th and not the 2nd.

In all, 56 representatives from the 13 colonies signed the document, most of the signatures were not affixed until August 2nd, almost a month later.

The Times Are Still A-Changing

As I sit here and listen to Dylan (Bob) not Thomas I realize that I must be mellowing as old age sets in. Nothing has pissed me off lately and that in itself pisses me off. I like to get ticked off, I always feel better when I have something or someone to go off on.

On Saturday I had every opportunity to get really upset when the twosome in front of me refused time and again to allow me to play through. Normally when this happens, my game goes straight to hell, I get impatient and hurry every swing. Then I lose focus and am lucky to even hit the ball.

But Saturday was different, I just waited patiently for them to move on. I guess it was just time for another of lifes lessons to get me to slow down.

I don't mind them, I just like to get fired up once in awhile.

Wordless Wednesday - Before, During & After

If my middle name did not start with a "B" I would say it was really a "P" for procrasti-nate. This is in response to David's weekend question, Do you ever procrastinate?

If I had any say in it, I would have put off being born. If there is something to be done, I will figure out a way to do it tomorrow (and when tomorrow comes, I will postpone it until tomorrow).

Sometimes I attribute it to pure laziness but really I thing that I just say I will do something (not really meaning that I will do it) and then just forget about it.

Shhhhh, please don't tell NK I fessed up to this.

Vote Republican

These folks are right, why change things now!

Kaotic Toons - Time for a change.

Every Child Left Behind

The No Child Left Behind Act became the law of the land on January 8, 2002 amid high hopes on the part of some people (all republican "W supporters) that it would stop the downward educational spiral in the United States.

Not only has it failed to discontinue that trend, in some eyes it has increased the poor performance of our nations school system.

"Half of Americans say U.S. schools are doing only a fair to poor job preparing kids for college and the work force. Even more feel that way about the skills kids need to survive as adults, an Associated Press poll released Friday finds."

The only way to right the ship is to focus on the fundamentals and eliminate the standard tests. If everyone was the same, standardized testing would work but since everyone learns at a different rate and since what is important to one may not be to the next person, the standardized testing forced by NCLFB only forces our educators to teach to the test to ensure continued Federal funding.

President Who?

Kaotic Toons

John Adams Goes to France

Kaotic Toons - CWS goes to the Dogs

Kaotic Toons

Wordless Wednesday

2-0

Last night (actually I'm writing this right after the game) unranked Fresno State won it's 2nd game against a ranked team, beating North Carolina 5 - 3. Not a slug fest like their win over Rice on Sunday (17 -5) but a thrilling victory none the less and the 350 to 400 Bulldog fans that traveled from Fresno were loving it.

But that's not the main story today, actually it starts with a question, and the question is, if you pay good money to go to the CWS shouldn't you watch the game and let those of us that want to do just that enjoy it? Well, you would think so but some people can't keep their ass in a chair or their mouth shut.

My assigned seat was next to a 300 plus pound gentlemen on my left and a woman from Ohio (not Sybil) on my right who kept an ongoing conversation with a woman and her two daughters in front of us about where all the good shopping was and where could she get some good nachos (hint, you really can't in Omaha). The recommendation from the native was to go to a place that serves a combination of Mexican food and pizza whose slogan in nacho typical restaurant. Again, no, no, NO!

After the 4th inning I had all I could stand of that so I found an empty seat right behind one of the main walkways. Unfortunately, it turned out to be another gabfest location in addition to what seemed like the only way to get to the food vendors and the restrooms. I had to bob and weave more than Ali ever did in the ring, just to see the game.

The worst of it were the 3 young men, North Carolina fans, that had obviously overused the beer gardens prior to the game and apparently violated stadium rules that prohibited bringing in any liquid, intoxicating or otherwise. When they decided to leave the seats they had purchased and moved into a section dominated by Fresno State fans, things got a little testy. A member of the security staff, followed by a couple of ushers confronted the unruly fans first. They left the section but returned with 5 members of the local sheriffs department and the 3 were escorted from the premises to the applause of everyone nearby. Unfortunately, the unruly bastards thought they were being taken to the beer garden and continued to celebrate all the way out. I don't think they have a beer garden and the county jail!

So people, if you go the the ballgame and take your kids, glue their ass to the seat and put tape over their mouths. It's not a who's who society gathering and it is not the place to show your intoxicated ass. Just let us watch the game.

Oh, and, go Bulldogs!

Floody Waters

Odds & Ends

First of all, to answer the question from CK, yes the hat is a new addition. The top of my head has been getting a little too much sun.

Second, after they build the hotel on Alcatraz island, will the guests show up? Will the trip there and back be free and where will they park? Will some try to swim back to the mainland?

Finally, Friday the 13th was another uneventful day in the life of Daddy and Nana Kaos. A decent round of golf after breakfast with friends was the highlight of the day. Then came Sunday with mixed results.

I got in line for CWS tickets around 7:30AM, waiting for the box office to open at 10:00 AM. I met a fan from LSU, a couple of guys from Pennsylvania (father and son together on Fathers Day) and a woman who kept telling anyone that would listen that if her car was towed, her father was going to have to pay the fee since he is the one that told her to park where ever it was she left her car. Then we waited for the storm to start.

A little after 8 there were a few drops, then some brilliant flashes of light followed by some rather loud and rude rumbles. About 8:15 the little drops got a bit larger and the wind picked up.

Just before this the LSU fan went over to the paper vendor and got some plastic bags and we all put our electronics in our bags just before we started thinking that maybe it was not a real good idea to be standing under this tree (but it was a worse idea to be leaning against the chain link fence or to hold a chair with metal legs upside down to keep the rain off (yes, there were people doing that).

With the combination of the rain, wind and lightening strikes, I decided to vacate my position in line and went to shelter in a nearby portable toilet. Thank the good lord that they had just been refreshed and since I did not turn the "vacant" sign to "occupied" only one lady tried to take shelter as I had.

After about 30 minutes in the shelter the rain subsided and back in line we went (the two from Pa. were in the toilet next to mine, the LSU fan held steady with a small umbrella supplied by his wife that he called a hat cover). Then I was saved.

There are usually people walking the line with reserve tickets for sale. I had already turned down a few because they did not have the seats I was looking for. Then the right guy came along with a ticket just past the dugout on the first base side of the field about 15 rows up. After forking out the normal ticket price (scalpers are shot on site at the CWS), I left for the safety of home before the next wave of storms (actually they never came).

So back to the ballpark and with ticket in hand I enter to watch the Fresno State - Rice first round game.....and as usual, the Fresno crowd is out in full force and loud. The team must have fed off of the fans, they score four runs in the 2nd inning. After four home runs and some great pitching they wind up with a 17 to 5 win so it's back to the series tomorrow against North Carolina (the team that Oregon State beat last year for the title0 and that means I'm back in line tomorrow (hopefully I can stay away from portable shelters).

Now to the Friday the 13th part. We had to have a fan motor for our air conditioner last Monday (it started making a funny sound and the fan did not seem to be working). After I got home from the game, the unit was on and making a funny noise again, then it shut down. I cranked the temp down to get it to come back on, nothing.

Downstairs I go and and it hits me, that electrical burning smell that tells me to shut it off, now! Outside to check to see if the fan is running before I shut it down and I see this:


















That is copper tubing not white plastic PVC pipe and it is 90 degrees outside. The tubing is frozen, a result of the fan blower motor not functioning. We had the condenser motor replaced last Monday because the repairman said that was the problem. Today we replaced the blower motor.

Lucky for us that it was another top 10 day and we did not need the air and the AC repair company gave us a credit for not finding the problem the first go round.

Kaotic Toons

It's Just Not Right

Tim Russert, host of Meet the Press and Washington Bureau Chief for NBC died on Friday at the age of 58. He had just returned from a trip to Italy with his wife and son. The trip was a celebration of the graduation of his son, Luke, from college.

With his wife and son still in Italy, Russert returned to Washington D.C. to work on Sunday's Meet the Press. He collapsed shorting after completing the opening for the show.

Tim Russert epitomized what every journalist should be, he was fair, he was tough, he was well loved and he died much too soon. Rest will Tim, we well miss you.

Shame on Them

On Wednesday evening four young men died as the result of a tornado that wiped out a Boy Scout camp near Little Sioux, Iowa while they were attending a leadership camp out. Forty-eight others at the camp were injured, some seriously.

There were approximately 125 people at the campsite when the tornado hit so I guess we should be thankful that only four lost their life.

While the loss of any life is a true tragedy, the real tragedy here is that on Thursday the scout leadership was out soliciting funds. I know of this because a fellow golfer told me a representative of the scouts stopped by his office today asking for donations.

This to me is an obvious attempt to take advantage of a very tragic event. Shame on the Midwest Council of the Boy Scouts of America, you do not represent the true meaning of scouting, instead you only show callous greed in your effort to capitalize on this sad event.

Movie Day

Yesterday I did something that I have not done in a long time. In fact I can't really remember the last time it happened (but the memory does seem to fail with age).

What was it you ask. Well, I sat in my recliner and cried like a baby, all because of a movie. I've always known I'm a soft touch, Sleepless in Seattle will still bring a tear to my eye.

However, I did not expect yesterday's reaction at all.

It was movie day at home. We started with I Am Legend. About 1/2 way through, NK said she did not want that movie in her house again. Then she started to waiver. By the end it was something we should probably get.

Then we watched the one that emptied my tear ducts. The critics panned it, did not hear anything good about it. I don't pay much attention to them and I like the two stars so as soon as it came out I moved it up to the top of the list on Netflix. It came in the mail on Tuesday and since I did not think I would be playing in league yesterday, we decided to watch movies all day.

After it was obvious that we would at least attempt to get some golf time in we stopped after the 2nd movie, you know the one that made me blubber.

Oh, I forgot to mention the title didn't I.

Well.

It was.....

The Bucket List. I laughed and I cried and I loved it.

The Greatest Show on Dirt

I now think I know why we have been unable to sell our house. It's Karma, fate, good fortune or whatever it is you want to call it. I know that someone reading this already has a pretty good idea what I'm talking about but for those in the dark I'll tell you why I am glad we are still here.

You see, the Greatest Show on Dirt is all about the College World Series.




They play their first game against Rice on Sunday so I'll be in line early Sunday morning and for every game after that to get a ticket.

Bunker Madness

Forget I brought it up!

The Weather Bug

No restroom - No problem!

Kaotic Toons

Wordless Wednesday

When tee shots go bad

Toontime- The Adventures of DK & NK