Showing posts with label Getting What For. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Getting What For. Show all posts

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Cuttin' n Runnin' from the Iowa Straw Vote

Oh my.

One of the last "thangs" a true Southerner doesn't do is cut 'n run.

Anyone worth his or her salt KNOWS that only liberals cut 'n run. (Are you listening Murtha and Reid?)

Take the Iowa Straw vote for the Republican nominee for President ..... What happened to Rudy and John McCain and all those Fredheads? Where were they?

Most folks would say they were avoiding a good fight. They cut 'n run to avoid facing Mitt Romney in a (meaningless?) straw poll vote. If it was so meaningless, as they've been quoted as saying --- how come they didn't enter the campaign?

How come they are all going to visit the state AFTER the vote? To pick up ballot chads? Visit the state fair exhibits? To taste the BBQ? Maybe to get one of those pork chops fired by Mitt?

Don't believe the hype.

Here's why John and Rudy and Fred! didn't show up in Iowa. And it's in this video. RIGHT HERE.


Congratulations, TEAM MITT!!

See you in New Hampshire!


Saturday, July 21, 2007

Realities You DON'T Want to Think too Much About:

Now that food has replaced sex in my life, I can't even get into my own pants.

Marriage changes passion. Suddenly you're in bed with a relative.

Sign in a Chinese Pet Store: "Buy one dog, get one flea..."

I got a sweater for Christmas. I really wanted a screamer or a moaner.

If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport the terminal?

I don't approve of political jokes. I've seen too many of them get elected.

There are two sides to every divorce: Yours and shithead's.

I love being married. It's so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.

I am a nobody, and nobody is perfect; therefore I am perfect.

Everyday I beat my own previous record for number of consecutive days I've stayed alive.

How come we choose from just two people to run for president and 50 for Miss America?

Isn't having a smoking section in a restaurant like having a peeing section in a swimming pool?
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Monday, July 2, 2007

Mutts for Mitt Blog

If you have the chance, stop by Mutts4Mitt, a blog created in response to the silly "howl" created by the media hounds about how Mitt's dog traveled on the family vacation 24 or so years ago.

Cute photos and captions. If you like Mitt Romney, that is.

Which I do.

Why not send'em a photo of your pet?

Saturday, April 28, 2007

SOUTHERN RULES

Ways To Avoid A Good Southern Ass Whuppin by the Southern Tourism Bureau TO: ALL visiting Northerners, North-easterners, North-westerners, Westerners and Southwestern Urbanites

1. Don't fake a Southern accent. This will incite a riot, and you will get your ass kicked.

2. Don't order filet mignon or pasta primavera at Waffle House. It's just a diner. They serve breakfast 24 hours a day. Let them cook> something they know. If you confuse them, they'll kick your ass.

3. We are fully aware of how high the humidity is, so shut the hell up. Just spend your money and get the hell out of here, or we'll kick your ass.


4. Don't order a bottle of pop or a can of soda down here. Down here it's called Coke. Nobody gives a flying rat's ass whether it's Pepsi, RC, Dr. Pepper, 7-Up or whatever... it's still a Coke. Accept it. Doing otherwise can lead to an ass kicking.

5. We know our heritage. Most of us are more literate than you (e.g.Welty, Williams, Faulkner). We are also better educated and generally a lot nicer. Don't refer to us as a bunch of hillbillies or we'll kick your ass.

6. We have plenty of business sense (e.g., Fred Smith of Fed Ex, Sam Walton, Oprah, Turner Broadcasting, MCI WorldCom, MTV, Netscape). Naturally, we do, sometimes, have small lapses in judgment (e.g. John Edwards, Al! Gore, Bill Clinton, David Duke). We don't care if you think we are dumb. We are not dumb enough to let someone move to our state in order to run for the Senate. If someone tried to do that, we would kick his/her ass.

7. Don't laugh at our Civil War monuments. If Lee had listened to Longstreet and flanked Meade at Gettysburg instead of sending Pickett up the middle, you'd be paying taxes to Richmond instead of Washington. If you visit Stone Mountain and complain about the carving, we'll kick your ass.

8. Don't laugh at our Southern names (Merleen, Luther, Tammy Lynn, Inez, Billy Joe, Sissy, Clovis, etc.) or we will just HAVE to kick your ass.

9. Don't order wheat toast at Cracker Barrel. Everyone will instantly know that you're a Yankee. Eat your biscuits like God intended with gravy. And don't put sugar on your grits, or we'll kick your ass.

10. Don't talk about how much better things are at home because we> know better. Many of us have visited Northern hellholes like Detroit, Chicago, and DC, and we have the scars to prove it. If you don't like it here, Delta or US Airways is ready when you are. Move your ass on home before it gets kicked.

11. Yes, we know how to speak proper English. We talk this way> because we don't want to sound like you. We don't care if you don't understand what we are saying. All other Southerners understand what we are saying, and that's all that matters. Now, go away and leave us alone, or we'll kick your ass.

12. Don't complain that the South is dirty and polluted. None of OUR lakes or rivers have caught fire recently. If you whine about OUR scenic beauty, we'll kick your ass all the way back to Boston Harbor.

13. Don't ridicule our Southern manners. We say sir and ma'am. We hold doors open for others. We offer our seats to old folks because such things are expected of civilized people. Behave yourselves around our sweet little gray-haired grandmothers or they'll kick some manner into your ass just like they did ours.

14. So you think we're quaint, or losers, because most of us live in the countryside? That's because we have enough sense to not live in filthy, smelly, crime infested cesspools like New York, Baltimore or Boston. Make fun of our fresh air, and we'll kick your ass.

15. Last, but not least, DO NOT DARE to come down here and tell us how to cook barbecue. This will get your ass shot (right after it is kicked). You're lucky we let you come down here at all. Criticize our barbecue, and you will go home in a pine box . . . minus your ass.


AND NO ---- Not everyone from the south voted for Jimmah Cartah.