Monday, June 29, 2009

Honor to You, Free People of Honduras!

Now, that's courage!

A despot seeks to throw the Honduran Constitution out the window with an unlawful referendum and the People say, "NO!!"

The Supreme Court, the Attorney General, the Chiefs of the military -- all take a stand to preserve the nation and its Rule of Law. Now, that's something to behold and admire.

Why do you suppose the Young President and his Secretary of State have condemned this peaceful restoration of Honduran law? Maybe we should ask the Castro brothers or, perhaps, the Prez's B.F.F. Hugo Chavez?

Sunday, June 28, 2009

John Boehner: My New Hero

John Boehner is my new hero! We need about 434 more folks with his common sense in the House of Representatives.

I couldn't find the embed code, so here's the link to his remarks about the 300+ page amendment to the ACES Act (Cap and Trade) filed by Henry Waxman at 3:09 A.M. Friday morning before a vote scheduled at 5:00 p.m. that same day. He made Waxman look like the pontifical ass he is.

I'm sorry, but I am all fired-up about this hurricane-force speed that Congress has adopted in the process of enacting legislation that is WAY too complex and WAY too overreaching. California has been oh-so-successful in its own governance! I say that we send ALL the California delegation back home to clean up their own house before they go messing with anyone else's!

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Congressman Anh "Joseph" Cao: Not a Cap & Tr8tor

I just emailed this to my Congressman, Anh "Joseph" Cao. I may be on a roll:

The purpose of this communication is threefold:

1. It angers me when I try to communicate with a Member of Congress via email and learn that he/she accepts electronic communications only from residents of his/her district. I own real property in 3 different states and believe that Members representing all of those properties deserve the benefit of my input, not just the one where I vote (which, in this case, is New Orleans). For that matter, all Members deserve the benefit of my input. Please consider changing your policy and encouraging your colleagues to do the same. I understand that you receive an incredible number of emails, but they should all be read and considered; that's why you have a staff at my expense.

2. Please find someone else to compose your press releases. The piece posted on your website concerning your vote on the ACES Act is rife with grammatical errors and misspellings (i.e., Audubon, not Audobon). It's embarrassing.

3. And finally, THANK YOU!!! Thank you for voting against the ACES Act. Thank you for respecting your constituency and actually thinking about the long-term consequences of this incomplete, overreaching, pork-laced, doomed-to-fail piece of stealth-tax. Smaller, subject-specific measures will more adequately deal with energy issues than a 1,200 page piece of who-knows-what. THANK YOU for voting against a bill that had a 300-page amendment filed in the middle of the night. THANK YOU for voting against a bill that had a placeholder in it for a plan (to be designed by none other than Barney "Just Trust Me" Frank) to carry out the terms of the bill. PLEASE continue to vote against ANY measure that is incomplete. PLEASE continue to vote against any measure that overreaches. PLEASE continue to resist the Speaker's draconian leadership.

Thank you, Congressman Cao.


Item #1 was engendered after I tried to email the "Cap & Tr8tors," the 8 Republicans who bent to Pelosi's will, and was able to contact only two of the eight because they're SO busy and receive SO many emails. Cao does the same thing. That really ticks me off. Number 2 came about when I read the Congressman's press release posted on his congressional website while I was ticked off. It was embarrassing.

I'm ready to go to a birthday party and blow off some steam!

219 - 212: The Numbers Are Closing, Madame Pelosi

These are the 8 Republicans who voted for the American Clean Energy & Security Act (formerly "Cap and Trade"). Shame, shame, shame on them for betraying their constituencies and every single consumer in America: Bono Mack (CA) (202) 225-5330, Castle (DE) (202) 225-4165, Kirk (IL) (202) 225-4385 (And he’s seriously considering running for Senate!), Lance (NJ) (202) 225-5361, LoBiondo (NJ) (202) 225-6572, McHugh (NY) (202) 225-4611, Reichert (WA) (202) 225-7761, Smith (NJ) (202) 225-3765

Once again, Pelosi and her minions browbeat House members into submissively voting for a bill they could not possibly have read -- 1,200 + pages, with a 300 page amendment filed at 3:00 A.M. on Friday! -- and that is packed with pork, hidden taxes, and the death-knell for MILLIONS of American jobs!

A tip of my chapeau to southeast Louisana Congressmen Cao and Melancon, who saw the light in time to cast a "no" vote. Now it's time to start pouncing on the Senate.

Take note, Madame Speaker -- your grip on the throat of the House is slipping. When you have to drag a Kennedy out of rehab to shore up your numbers, the scales are falling from the eyes of the bewitched.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Simon Property Group Tries to Take Atlanta's Teapot Off the Burner

The Simon Property Group ("SPG") recently leaned on a neighbor and revoked permission for the Atlanta Tea Party 4th of July event, scheduled since March, to use its easements to access property at the Gwinett Place Mall. Fortunately, the expected 20,000 - 30,000 Tea Partiers will be able to join another nearby Tea Party. One of the organizers stated:

"It is unfortunate the event had to be canceled," said Julianne Thompson, event co-organizer. She continued, "The old Macy's building is on private property, and not owned by Simon Malls, however the mall manager asked the property owner and I to come in the office on Thursday of this week [June 18], and told us Simon does not want political events on its property. They were also concerned about the fact we were using the term 'protest.' Although the event was on private property, the mall was able to assert authority on the matter due to reciprocal property easement agreements."

American Thinker has an idea why this happened:

"Following the money, connecting the dots:

Gwinnett Place Mall shut down the Atlanta Tea Party.
Simon Property Group owns Gwinnett Place Mall.
Melvin Simon (a Forbes 400 billionaire) is Co-chairman of Simon Property Group, Inc.
Melvin Simon has provided large political contributions to Barack Obama, Hillary Clinton, Al Franken, John Edwards, the DNC and many other Democrats and Democrat organizations.
Melvin Simon was a major contributor to Barack Obama inaugural committee and has given at least $1 million to the William J. Clinton foundation.
Melvin's wife, Bren, personally donated almost $100,000 to various political candidates, was a fundraiser for Hillary Clinton's presidential bid, and contributed to President Obama's inaugural committee."

Doesn't want political events on its property, my sweet Aunt Fanny. How many politicians have cut ribbons and fund-raised at malls across America?

I emailed corporate asking for locations of their properties that I can boycott -- I doubt I'll get a reply. Using their website, however, I learned that SPG owns/manages Esplanade Mall in Kenner, LA, and McCain Mall in North Little Rock, AR, among other places. I think I'll drop a little love note to the malls' management, advising them that I choose to shop elsewhere because of SPG's politics, specifically concerning the Atlanta Tea Party. Care to join me?

Contact Simon Properties.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

The Second Amendment and a V-8 Moment

As events continue to unfold in Iran, and a purported democracy continues to fire upon its unarmed citizens, we here in the good ol' U.S. of A. should recognize this V-8 moment smacking us on the forehead:

The Second Amendment matters. Big time. Tell Congress.

Obama-Speak: Healthcare Reform

In response to a question in today's press conference about the public insurance option and its effect on the insurance industry, the Young President noted that any plan he would approve would have a component that would "discipline" health insurance providers to help rein in costs.

Hmmm. So now he's the "spanker-in-chief?"

And, have you ever noticed that he rarely answers the question he has been asked? I'm really tired of politicians who do that. Seriously tired.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Happy Father's Day!

Today I'd like to honor the fatherly progenitors of our particular clan: Boompie and Grandpa.

Boompie would be Moogie's father, still kickin' and driving at 80. That's him holding Maxie, the dachschund, circa 1959. Boompie served 20 years in the Navy Reserve, but I couldn't get to the box where older family photos are stashed in what we lovingly refer to as "the attic room" to find a pic of him in uniform. Mama was beautiful -- she's lived in heaven since 1977 and she moved there entirely too early. Am I cute in that picture, or what!

The dashing young Corporal is Grandpa, my father-in-law. This is probably my favorite picture of him. He lied about his age and joined the Army Air Corps at the ripe old age of 16 (which caused all sorts of problems down the road when age needed to be verified for VA stuff!) and headed for Burma during WWII. He left us way too early, too, in 1990. I still miss him.

Boompie and Grandpa taught me lots of things.

Boompie taught me how to distinguish between a Cessna and a Bonanza, and how to shoot a pellet gun out of his bathroom window to chase squirrels away from the birdfeeder. Grandpa taught me how Solitaire can be a sport and where to find beer on Sunday in Hot Springs. They both are among the most intelligent men it's been my pleasure to know.

So, here's a happy day to all the fathers out there. And as a blog-buddy says: Call yer ol' man!

(On a Musing note: that pic of the pre-school Moogie has a caption on the back, in Mama's elegant handwriting, that identifies all of us, and notes that it was taken in our house on "LeFever Lane." That just makes me think of the old test of how you find out what your stage "stripper name" is. You know -- take the name of your first pet and combine it with the name of the first street where you lived that you remember. That would make me "Maxie LeFever." It could work! Well, it could have worked a few years and pounds ago. I guess Maxie LeFever will not be working Bourbon Street this Father's Day!)

Friday, June 19, 2009

Barbara's Boorish Behavior

I won't tell you the title under which I saved the following in my documents, but it rhymes with "Boxer the Witch Letter":

Senator Barbara Boxer
112 Hart Senate Office Building
Washington, D.C. 20510

re: Your boorish behavior


How high is that horse you're perched upon? What were you thinking when you, with a put-upon and exasperated tone of voice, challenged Brigadier General Michael Walsh's use of the respectful salutation, "ma'am," when addressing you? You stated that you "worked very hard" to acquire the title, "Senator," and preferred that you be addressed by that title. Well, la-ti-dah.

It's clear that you were not reared in a home that practiced and taught common courtesy, much less protocol. Perhaps you should study the State Department's protocol order of preference list, or that of the U.S. Army. In doing so, you would learn that, as a Senator, you outrank the good General in civilian affairs. He was giving honor and respect to you by referring to you as "ma'am," just as he would to a military member who outranked him.

General Walsh was doing your bidding, testifying to provide you with information about Gulf Coast restoration efforts. He was there at the invitation of your committee, so he was, in essence, your guest. Is this how you treat your guests? If so, I'm grateful that I'm merely a member of the great unwashed who will never merit an invitation to see you in action as a hostess; my husband is a retired Army officer, and I might be tempted by training and genteel southern tradition to refer to you as "ma'am." I wouldn't want to offend.

Your behavior, Senator Boxer, is that of the worst kind of feminist. Your behavior is the kind that causes the good ol' boys to smile and shake hands to your face, then laugh and refer to you by derogatory names in the men's room. Your kind of feminism makes it all the more difficult for young women to break into a "man's profession." I should know -- I watched your kind make it all the more difficult for me to gain the respect of my fellow attorneys a generation ago. I thought we, as a society, had grown beyond petty sniping between the sexes.

Or, instead of sexism, is it the military that is the subject of your disdain? Either way, take a breath and think before engaging your mouth.


Up til now I've had no desire to live in California, but if it meant I could vote against this shrew tomorrow, I'd "load up the truck and move to Bever-lee. Hills, that is. Swimming pools, movie stars." And insufferable elected officials. Where do they find these people?!?!

Thursday, June 18, 2009


Remember my post on June 3? The one that speculated about North Korea's increasing friskiness on the missile front?

Kim Jong Il has apparently gone completely fruit loops and plans to share his toys with Hawaii, the birthplace of President Barack "I'm Bullish on Foreign Affairs" Obama. The Taepodong-2 missile with a range of about 4,000 miles -- see above -- may be getting a test-drive on July 4th.

MailOnline recounts an article in Japan's top newspaper, Yomiuri Shimbun, that details unconfirmed American and Japanese intelligence reports concerning another looming test of the long-range missile; Hawaii, Guam, and Okinawa were all thought to be potential targets at first. Intelligence officials now believe, however, that Hawaii is the only target because previous failures of NK missiles suggest that their new toy might fizzle and drop into China's territorial waters if they aim at Guam or Okinawa. Ol' Kimbo probably doesn't want to stir up the Beijing hornets nest quite yet.

There's also a NK vessel steaming around the China Sea that's suspected of transporting nuclear materials of some sort. It's being "monitored" pursuant to U.N resolution -- the resolution that requires a "mother-may-I-come-aboard" before conducting an inspection of a suspect vessel.
The U.N. is on the case -- now that gives me peace of mind. All together now, sternly, and wagging a finger: "Provocative actions will not be tolerated." Oooh, the authority! It just makes you shake in your boots, doesn't it?

So, although Vice Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, General James Cartwright, advises that North Korea poses no significant threat to the United States for another 3 to 5 years or so, it's looking like Hawaii could experience a big ol' fireworks show next month. For free.

Secretary of Defense Gates has expressed confidence that we are in a good position to protect U.S. soil with a mobile missile defense system, but he would have "some concerns" if NK launched a missile aimed at Hawaii. I would be more worried if the SecDef didn't have "some concerns" if a rogue nation, developing nuclear capability and led by a mentally unbalanced kook, opened fire on our island paradise, so that's one positive. But his boss, on defense? Apologies and negotiation without pre-condition don't go too far in deflecting an incoming.

And North Korea could be a threat to the U.S. west coast in 3 to 5 years?!?! Paring the budget deficit by chopping missile defense is starting to look like a really bad plan.

So does planning a trip to Hawaii.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Katrina Memories Unleashed from the Pandora's Box in My Head

Yesterday I transferred some files from the old computer to a thumb drive and discovered some of my musings about Katrina, pre and post, and a list of related topics I should write about before I forgot them. I didn't write about them then, but I may take it up soon. I'll be able to do it now because reading some of those pieces brought up a flood of emotions, and freed many things I have shoved into a drawer in my brain. It's kind of a reality check about how very difficult the recovery was, and is. I'll post some of the older pieces here as we near the 4th anniversary of the bitch and her cousin, Rita.

Pepper, the 2 dogs, and I left NOLA at about 4:00 in the morning on August 28, 2005, heading north to Little Rock to ride out the storm for a few days. We returned home to NOLA, full-time, in May 2006. The following was written a few months later:


My official re-entry date to New Orleans was May 22nd, even though we hopscotched from Little Rock to New Orleans the entire month of May and some of June. Although I was anxious to “be” home amid my stuff, I was grateful for just a little more time in Little Rock so we could squeeze out one more meal with friends and be around for that first, very scary week of our new grandson’s life. But now John is safely at home with his brother, Will, and we’re home, too.

Since returning to this new New Orleans we have been invaded by termites, munched on by enormous mosquitoes, rear-ended by a drunk driver (and the NOPD patrol car in the lane right next to us didn’t even stop to inquire if we were all right!), have spent a lot of telephone time squatting on hold, and have chased at least two lizards around the upstairs TV room. It all adds up to just one simple conclusion: life in the Big Easy is coming around, closing in on pre-K “normal.” The good news is that our chimneys, awning, and windows have been repaired; progress is being made on the interior paint; the Saints drafted Reggie Bush; and power is back on, albeit sporadically, in most of Lakeview and parts of the Lower Ninth. The “Go Fourth on the River” fireworks display, “Dueling Barges,” was spectacular and several public swimming pools have re-opened, giving many of the city’s shell-shocked children something fun to do other than spray-paint graffiti on fire hydrants and gutted buildings, or shoot at one another.

Both of our daughters have visited with friends in tow, so I have had an excuse to do “disaster tours” for people who haven’t seen ground zero up close and personal. The amount of progress that has been made in many parts of the city is astonishing, at least to me. I’ve had the luxury of driving through devastated neighborhoods only once a month or so since January, so I’m able to see progress where many people who have to face it day in and day out see only the same old ruins.

Summer rains have washed away much of that dusty muck from the streets -- that resonating grayish color that contributed to the city’s resemblance to some post-apocryphal wasteland. And there are now actual streets to be seen where recently there were only crumbling houses that had washed off their foundations and onto the rights-of-way.

Death-defyingly resilient plants and shrubs are greening out above the watermark. How did they survive those filthy flood waters containing Lord knows what? One friend whose house took on 2 ½ feet of water in Lake Vista described the toxicity of that water: his family’s bicycles, hanging on hooks in the garage above the waterline, had the chrome finish curled right off of their frames simply from exposure to the fumes! After figuring that out, they opted not to try to salvage their wine collection that had been submerged in the house, even though the bottles were unopened. Good move. They piled them on the trash heap across the cul-de-sac and watched agog as people driving through the neighborhood stopped and loaded those bottles into their cars! Pilfering such as that could lead to some interesting obituaries.

There are more and more FEMA trailers appearing in neighborhoods that were ghost towns just a few weeks ago and trailers are also disappearing elsewhere, heralding the completion of more and more restorations of people’s homes and lives. We don’t really seem to notice the trailers anymore, just as we don’t pay particular attention to blue roofs – the exotic has become mundane. But I’ll ooh and ahh when I spot a newly-planted landscape as easily as I would at the circus; I wouldn’t have done that this time last year.

Neither would I have questioned a “constant” such as water pressure. Not now. After I watched the oscillating sprinkler’s performance several days ago, I now recognize that I have added a new chapter into my unwritten tell-all book about patience. The level of water spouting from the sprinkler on Sunday morning was more akin to a steam calliope than a water sprinkler – the stream shot up, then plummeted halfway, then sputtered, then stopped, then shot up three-quarters of the highest spout, then settled into a steady stream for several minutes before renewing its funky dance, and finally, it eased into a consistent fountain. For awhile. And that is precisely what we have grown to expect from time to time with our toilet re-fill and showers.

Trash pick-up is its own saga. Earlier this week, we hauled a big load of junk from the attic-room to the curb for pick-up. It’s still sitting there, having been ignored by two different waste collection services. The pile is smaller, however – passersby have helped themselves to whatever they wanted. Someone even slit open one of the big, black construction-grade bags to examine its contents, and dumped out another. Oddly enough, someone “selected” one discarded television, but left the other, larger one. He’ll be sorry when he realizes that he got a black-and-white set instead of one that operates (sort of) in color. I wish he’d taken them both.

And we seem to have “lost” another landscaping light in the front yard. Why someone would bother to “borrow” only one of a set of four is beyond me.

But, two days ago I went to the mailbox and was absolutely thrilled to find magazines in there!! Delivery of magazines by the postal service has resumed (and only a month after they announced its resumption)! Sadly, the first Southern Living to be delivered to the house was an issue I had already purchased at a newsstand in Little Rock during the last trip there. But, that’s okay -- this is MY Southern Living, with MY address on the label and with my NEW renewal date printed on that address label. I can’t wait until Mad Magazine shows up.

Isn’t it peculiar how the expectation level for the concept of “thrilling” can be so low?

July 2006

Sunday, June 14, 2009

A Day For Modern-Day Patriots: Flag Day 2009 and 234 Years of the U.S. Army

Today is a patriotism-inspiring day for Americans. Not only is it the 234th birthday of the U.S. Army ("born" in 1775, a year before our nation's independence was declared!), it is also Flag Day.
Flag Day is the day when all Americans are encouraged to show the colors, honor their symbolism, and remember what our Constitution means.

On June 14, 1777, the Second Continental Congress passed a Resolution which adopted an official flag for the United States. A Waukeba, Wisconsin, teacher is generally credited with beginning a formal observance in 1885 to commemorate that adoption. In 1916, President Woodrow Wilson first proclaimed June 14 as Flag Day, and Congress established National Flag Day with legislation signed by President Harry Truman in 1949.

The AP reports that President Obama has followed tradition and issued the customary Proclamation that recognizes today as 2009's Flag Day. His Proclamation also declares the week to come as National Flag Week. He ordered flags to be displayed on all federal buildings and urged all Americans to demonstrate their pride in our flag by flying the colors at home and wherever suitable. Obama also calls upon Americans to celebrate the nation's heritage by reciting the Pledge of Allegiance at public gatherings from Flag Day until Independence Day.

Hey! Now there's some change we can believe in!

So, Happy Flag Day, Happy Birthday to our Army, and a huge CONGRATULATIONS to my little cousin who, as a West Point Cadet, successfully completed paratrooper training last week at Ft. Benning and earned his wings! Way to go, Clayton!

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Grand Theft Auto in the Crescent City

There is an article on page 1, below the fold, of today's Times-Picayune about a burglary and car theft. The thieves scaled a fence to access the lot, then broke into an out-building to nab the keys to two cars. To make good their escape, they used forklifts in the lot to plow through the chained gates.

The loot? Two unmarked police cars, one of which is equipped with blue light and siren. One has a license plate, the other doesn't.

The police are asking for help from the public to recover the stolen vehicles. You may contact them at 1.877.903.STOP(7867).

After you stop laughing. Mmmphhh!!!!

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Bullets and Bufferin

PLUS, you can take my healthcare, but only out of my cold, dead hands.

Oh. Wait. Maybe that's what you want to do . . ..

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Thirty-one Years Ago Today . . .

. . . I said, "I do," and my life changed forever.

In 1978 I knew I loved the guy, but I never even suspected how much I would grow to like him.

He keeps me on my toes, challenges my intellect, and has exposed me to some pretty weird stuff! I tell him that he attacks life while I'm more of an observer of life. He doesn't disagree.

His tenacity and genius amaze me to this day. And he still has a pretty cute butt.

He gave me a fantastic step-son who is as my own, and two wonderful daughters. Together, we've welcomed grandbabies and buried parents and friends. Together, we've experienced and witnessed unspeakable tragedies -- and we were drawn closer as a consequence. Together, we've experienced and witnessed wonders -- and we dream of more yet to come.

He willingly eats my "experiments" (even tomato aspic -- once!) and holds me when I cry. He pisses me off at times, then surprises me with the simplest little kindnesses.

I knew that our marriage would be long-lasting when we survived studying for and passing the Bar exam -- 30 days of togetherness in the house, stressed out 24/7, isn't easy even when you're still in the "lovey" part of love. Certainly this sturdy partnership will withstand building the lake house!

He recently told me that he would have me at his side, and trust me, in battle. No greater compliment has any man paid his wife. And he knows I understand that.

So, I love ya', Babe. Here's to the next 31!

Thursday, June 4, 2009

An American Soldier Slaughtered on American Soil: R.I.P., PVT Long

The ol' man hasn't seen it yet, so this might not make it to the Post Office (we don't want that retirement check to "disappear" mysteriously, now do we?). But someone needs to clue the Young President in:

President Barack H. Obama
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue
Washington, D.C. 20500

re: Murder of U.S. Army Soldier in Little Rock, Arkansas

Mr. President:

On Monday, June 1st, Privates William Andrew Long and Quinton I. Ezeagwula were gunned down in a parking lot in Little Rock, Arkansas, by 23 year-old Abdulhakim Muhammad, who was recently converted to Islam while in prison. PVT Long died.

Your office issued a statement concerning the event on Wednesday afternoon -- I have yet to see or hear anything about your statement other than through Arkansas media outlets. I am aware of it simply because I have family in Arkansas and have been watching to see how our Commander in Chief would react to the slaughter of one of his soldiers on American soil by an extremist member of a religion whose favor he is currying overseas at this very moment. The statement issued by your office as you traveled to Saudi Arabia reads:

"I am deeply saddened by this senseless act of violence against two brave young
soldiers who were doing their part to strengthen our armed forces and keep our
country safe. I would like to wish Quinton Ezeagwula a speedy recovery, and to
offer my condolences and prayers to William Long’s family as they mourn the loss
of their son."

Contrast the message to your soldiers' families with your expressions of "shock and outrage" at the "heinous act of violence" that took the life of some doctor in Wichita, and made on the same day as the murder. Oh, and your press office should be aware that PVT Long also left behind a sister. Do you see a problem here?

The American Legion hosted a memorial service in Little Rock on June 4th to give the public a chance to pay their respects. A traveling Liberty Bell monument was also there; it travels around the country to honor those who have fallen in service to our country.

Who was your representative at the service? Where was Mrs. Obama, who, during your campaign, pledged to place military families among her highest priorities?

It is obvious that you could not attend a memorial in person -- your travel schedule was set in stone long ago. But, Mr. Obama, you are our Commander in Chief. One of your soldiers was unexpectedly slaughtered on American soil while in uniform by a Muslim extremist. And your office could do no better than express deep sadness and ignore the sister of the fallen?

I find myself being glad, perhaps for the first time since his retirement after nearly 35 years of service to the Army and Army National Guard, that my husband is no longer in uniform. I am glad he is retired because now I am free to express my outrage at the deplorable behavior of our Commander in Chief (or at the complete and total mismanagement of his communications staff). I find myself ashamed of my President and his cavalier treatment of his soldiers. And that makes me "deeply saddened."

You should be ashamed, too, Sir.

cc: Mrs. Michelle Obama

Lord, what will he do at Normandy this weekend?

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Musings: Fear Factor For The Day

Two words: North and Korea.

Something to think about while the Young President visits "the birthplace of Islam," and Bin Laden chats with the world, and Pelosi recovers from jet lag caused by coming home from China. Oh, no -- wait. She doesn't have to fly in coach, so she may not have jet lag.

You do realize this means Biden is at the switch.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Iowahawk's 2012 Pelosi GTxi by Congressional Motors

This just made me laugh out loud.

Iowahawk plugs Congressional Motors' "The 2012 Pelosi GTxi," the car of our future (as long as cars are legal!)!

This guy's such a hoot. I especially like the Ted Kennedy flotation device and velour interior designed by Barney Frank. Smirk.