Tuesday, July 8, 2008

On second thought,

Perhaps Iran needs a nuclear program. Then we won't be pestered by stupid crap like this.

Apparently, they think a few hundred millirem of radiation will kill him. Of course they were awful careful not to use any units. Maybe we could just email their embassy a link to the wikipedia article on radiation.

Besides, he was visiting the Pope. If the Pope wanted you dead, the Jesuits would make sure it got taken care of, and they are too canny to use something as easy to detect as radiation. :)

The simple fact I had to indicate I was kidding in that last paragraph shows you how little sense of humor some of the cretins who stumble across this blog have. Take this comment as an example:

"Old Man, it's no wonder your country is such a farce today if you represent the average monkey-man that comes out of the other side of the military-industrial complex. He's just a kid that's hurting no one, he's doing what kids do; playing. Obviously the cops in Baltimore have nothing better to do than pick at their asses and intimidate the shit out of people entering puberty. Pity, I'm sure they could be doing something important like... I don't know... catching people breaking a law that MATTERS?

Pull your tiny head out of your gaping asshole, please."


Good fun on that comment! It came a bit of a shock to me that my country has become a farce. Keep laughing at us. You'll be unprepared for whatever we do next. Also, keep in mind, farces generally have happy endings.

BTW, if you are going to rant like an pre-tard, at least have the guts to identify yourself and your nationality. We may be a farce, but we are not anonymous cowards. Besides, what's your country done lately that's significant? Been to the moon much? Oh, my bad. Come back and mock us when you catch up to where we were in the 1960's. Ba-Bye!

Monday, July 7, 2008

Post Turtle...


Or, Politics At The Old Country Doctor’s Office.

Found at Death By a Thousand Paper cuts

While suturing a cut on the hand of a 75-year-old Texas rancher, whose hand was caught in a gate while working cattle, the doctor struck up a conversation with the old man. Eventually the topic got around to Obama and his bid to be our President.

The old rancher said, “Well, ya know, Obama is a 'post turtle'.”

Not being familiar with the term, the doctor asked him what a 'post turtle' was. The old rancher said, “When you're driving down a country road and you come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top, that's a 'post turtle'.”

The old rancher saw a puzzled look on the doctor's face, so he continued to explain. “You know he didn't get up there by himself, he doesn't belong up there, he doesn't know what to do while he is up there, and you just wonder what kind of a dumb ass put him up there in the first place.”