Quote of the Day

This headline:

US elected to UN rights council
The United States has been elected to a seat on the UN Human Rights Council for the first time.

It’s the freakin’ UN. This is like aspiring to sit on the chastity committee of a whorehouse.

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(Yes, I really am up this freaking early.)

Aside from Chris Muir’s Razor Wit . . .

Aside from Chris Muir’s Razor Wit . . .

. . . the best thing about Day by Day is its immediateness. There’s no three-week delay between what is topical and what gets published on dead trees.

To wit (pun intended):


I just saw the movie this afternoon. It was GREAT. And Chris takes it and twists it – as only he can – into this cartoon! Amazing!

Quote of the Day

Quote of the Day

They’re obviously filling the news cycle as much as they can. If a stickup artist wings two people at a 7-11, it’s going to get national airtime as a mass shooting, and if someone with Dissociative Identity Disorder smokes a gun barrel, it’ll be trumpeted in the headlines as a multiple homicide. They are not going to stop the constant barrage until they get what they want, or are distracted by something shiny, like a celebrity wedding. – Tam, Awwww…

What They Think of the Rest of Us

What They Think of the Rest of Us

(Via Glenn, of course.) Moe Lane has a piece of video that speaks for itself, but he has some additional commentary anyway. So do his readers. Best one so far:

You are not a good citizen unless you think and do exactly like me.

And that means making sure that no one does anything I disapprove of.

The poster behind the woman using a megaphone to talk to 20 people says

Nationalize
Reorganize
Decentralize

Uh, how do you Nationalize then Decentralize? Logic fails these people, doesn’t it?

Oh, right . . . (See post below.)

If Ten Percent is Good Enough for Jesus . . .


(It Oughta Be Enough For Uncle Sam)

Ray Stevens, 1993:

Now, I’d just like to say a few words right here about taxes

I pay another man to do my taxes
On account of it’s just one more deduction I can take
But the postman brought my W2 this mornin’
And this year they’re claimin’ a third of all I make

Now I’m just as patriotic as the next man
And you know I love that Red, White, and Blue
So, I’ll help to pay this risin’ “cost of freedom”
But I’ll be danged if I’m gonna change my point of view

Because every time the bureaucrats run out of money
Well Congress socks it to the workin’ man
And I don’t think it’s one bit funny
When they take so much of my money
And do things with it I don’t understand

I don’t know why they feel they gotta squeeze us
But I’ll tell you just exactly where I stand
I believe if ten percent is good enough for Jesus
Well, it ought to be enough for Uncle Sam

Now, some of them folks that we’ve been sendin’ off to Congress
Think that all they’ve got to do is spend and spend
But, you know, you can’t run a family, much less a country,
with more money goin’ out than comin’ in

And that ole debt just keeps on gettin’ bigger
And we’re all gonna have to pay, so don’t you laugh
‘Cause one day soon you might just look down at your paycheck
And figure out that they done started takin’ half

Because every time the bureaucrats run out of money
Well Congress socks it to the workin’ man
And I don’t think it’s one bit funny
When they take so much of my money
And do things with it I don’t understand

I don’t know why they feel they gotta squeeze us
But I’ll tell you just exactly where I stand
I believe if ten percent is good enough for Jesus
Well, it ought to be enough for Uncle Sam

I said if ten percent is good enough for Jesus
Well, it ought to be enough for Uncle Sam
Seemed appropriate.

Respecting Authoritah

Respecting Authoritah!

A joke received via email:

A DEA officer stops at a ranch in Montana and talks with an old rancher. He tells the rancher, ‘I need to inspect your ranch for illegally grown drugs.’

The old rancher says, ‘Okay, but do not go in that field over there,’ as he points out the location.

The DEA officer verbally explodes saying, ‘Mister, Let me tell you something, I have the authority of the Federal Government with me.’ Reaching into his rear pants pocket, he removes his badge and proudly displays it to the farmer. ‘See this badge? This badge means I am allowed to go wherever I wish …. on any land … no questions asked or answers given … have I made myself clear? Do YOU understand me?’

The old rancher nods politely, apologizes, and goes about his chores.

A short time later, the old rancher hears loud screams and sees the DEA officer running for his life chased, close behind, by the rancher’s prize bull. With every step the bull is gaining ground on the officer, and it seems likely that he’ll get “horned” before he reaches safety. The officer is clearly terrified.

The old rancher throws down his tools, runs to the fence and yells at the top of his lungs…..

‘Your badge! Show him your badge!’

What the hell. I’m already on somebody’s list . . . 😉