Go over to Michele Malkin’s blog and read this post and enjoy!

One of Poli Stew’s t-shirts that caused the cease and desist letters and my favorite of the originals:

The new and improved version:

(Buy this design here at The Poli Stew Cafe, a fundraiser for the National Military Family Association, Inc.) Quote:

“I guess to MoveOn, the First Amendment is only for the rich.”
~ Ed Padgett

I’m going to giggle about this for awhile…


September 29, 2007. Tags: , . Chuckles. 5 comments.


And these people probably vote.

Could be the reason so many Democrats keep their seats…

Now let’s take it a step further ~

September 19, 2007. Chuckles. Leave a comment.

Senate Pajama Party



UPDATE: Just found this over at Dr Sanity – go now! It’s terrific!!




July 18, 2007. Chuckles, Iraq, Politics. Leave a comment.

Another Santa Cruz Tale ~

Actually, I’m going to miss some of the goings on here in Moonbat Hollow….Well, not really all that much.

But this article in the paper Sunday is unusual and seems to have upset some folks – Heh!

Republican star Tim Morgan defies Santa Cruz stereotypes 

SANTA CRUZ — If opposites attract, Tim Morgan and Santa Cruz are a match made in political heaven.

On his iPod, the native Santa Cruz resident listens to Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity and other radio talk show hosts who rail against the Clintons, support the war in Iraq and decry illegal immigration. Busts of Ronald Reagan, Abraham Lincoln and Teddy Roosevelt sit on a shelf in his Jewell Street law office along with an elephant statue perched on the mahogany desk — signs Morgan is a black sheep in his hometown.

Read the rest here.

The comments are fun too.

So today there were letters to the editor.  Of course.

Right vs. wrong

This morning, I read the article about Tim Morgan. I am close in age to him and grew up in the same cultural environment … the ’60s, but came away with a different point of view. Though I don’t agree with just about everything he believes, what saddens me the most was phrase, “early on he developed a strong sense of right and wrong” As a Lutheran parochial-school graduate and a life-long Democrat, why is my sense of right and wrong not acceptable? I grew up being taught that we should care and help those less fortunate and “teach them how to fish”; we should protect children, animals and the environment; and finally we should always live by the Golden Rule. But somehow I must have missed something, because my sense of right and wrong is different from his and thus unacceptable by the current conservative group of which Tim Morgan is a member.

Maybe I am overreaching here — it just seems so tragic for our country that we have taken normal differences of opinion and turned them into a moral right-and-wrong feud. Just doesn’t seem right. Oh, but there I go again!

(there is so much wrong in that letter, I wouldn’t even know where to start…talk about taking a simple sentence ~ “early on he developed a strong sense of right and wrong”  ~ and running with it and coming up the VICTIM!)

And ~

GOP has failed us

Regarding the article on Tim Morgan, I’d like to know what policies the Republican Party has that the American people want given the complete failure of the party in foreign and domestic policies for the past eight years.

(hmmm ~ “complete failure”?  “past eight years”? Why, you must be including Clinton in your exceedingly detailed analysis of failure here. Didn’t realize he had switched parties in 1999.)

This is one reason I started blogging ~ coherent and rational discussion is rather rare around here.  Though it can be quite entertaining at times.

July 17, 2007. Chuckles, Politics. 4 comments.

Some Fun

One of my commenters at my “More Thoughts” post reminded me to laugh. He’s good at that ~ Thanks, Tom!

So today I thought I would lighten things up a bit before I get out my tape gun and bubble wrap. ( poor dogs – they’re a bit twitchy from us stepping on the bubble wrap by mistake.)

So this is dedicated to my dogs:



Dear God: Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another?

Dear God: When we get to heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or is it still the same old story?

Dear God: Why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray, and the rabbit, but not ONE named for a dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We do love a nice ride! Would it be so hard to rename the “Chrysler Eagle” the Chrysler Beagle”?

Dear God: If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad dog?

Dear God: We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beeper s, scent ID’s, electromagnetic energy fields, and Frisbee flight paths What do humans understand?

Dear God: More meatballs, less spaghetti, please.

Dear God: Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are, will I have to apologize?

Dear God: Let me give you a list of just some of the things I must remember to be a good dog.

1. I will not eat the cats’ food before they eat it or after they throw it up.

2.. I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like the way they smell.

3 I will not munch on “leftovers” in the kitty litter box, although they are tasty.

4. The diaper pail is not a cookie jar.

5. The sofa is not a ‘face towel’. Neither are Mom and Dad’s laps.

6. The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.

7. My head does not belong in the refrigerator.

8. I will not bite the officer’s hand when he reaches in for Mom’s driver’s license and registration.

9. I will not play tug-of-war with Dad’s underwear when he’s on the toilet.

10. Sticking my nose into someone’s crotch is an unacceptable way of saying “hello”.

11. I don’t need to suddenly stand straight up when I’m under the coffee table.

12.. I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house – not after.

13. I will not throw up in the car.

14. I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt.

15. I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch when we have company.

16. The cat is not a ‘squeaky toy’ so when I play with him and he makes that noise, it’s usually not a good thing.

And, finally, my last question…

Dear God: When I get to Heaven may I have my testicles back?


Dedicated to all my email “friends” I didn’t even know I had:

Thanks to all the forwards ……

I must send my thanks to whoever sent me the one about rat poop in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet towel with every envelope that needs sealing.

Also, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.

I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny Brown) who is about to die in the hospital for the 1,387,258th time.

I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.

I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and St. Theresa’s novena has granted my every wish.

I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.

I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.

Thanks to you, I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an email to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.

Because of your concern I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.

I no longer can buy gasoline without taking a man along to watch the car so a serial killer won’t crawl in my back seat when I’m pumping gas.

I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr. Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put “Under God” on their cans.

I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.

And thanks for letting me know I can’t boil a cup water in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face…disfiguring me for life.

I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.

I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.

I no longer receive packages from UPS or FedEx since they are actually Al Qaeda in disguise.

I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don’t support our American troops or the Salvation Army.

I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore, and Uzbekistan.

I no longer have any sneakers — but that will change once I receive my free replacement pair from Nike.

I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe.

Thanks to you, I can’t use anyone’s toilet but mine because a brown African spider is lurking under the seat to cause me instant death when it bites my butt.

Thank you too for all the endless advice Andy Rooney has given us. I can live a better life now because he’s told us how to fix everything.

And thanks to your great advice, I can’t ever pick up $5.00 I dropped in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a sex molester waiting underneath my car to grab my leg.

Oh, and don’t forget this one either!

I can no longer drive my car because I can’t buy gas from certain gas companies!

If you don’t send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 PM this afternoon and the fleas from 12 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor’s ex-mother-in-law’s second husband’s cousin’s beautician…

Have a wonderful day….


Dedicated to the Military :


The US Standard railroad gauge (distance between the rails) is 4 feet, 8.5 inches. That’s an exceedingly odd number. Why was that gauge used? Because that’s the way they built them in England, and the US railroads were built by English expatriates.

Why did the English people build them like that? Because the first rail lines were built by the same people who built the pre-railroad tramways, and that’s the gauge they used.

Why did “they” use that gauge then? Because the people who built the tramways used the same jigs and tools that they used for building wagons, which used that wheel spacing.

Okay! Why did the wagons use that odd wheel spacing? Well, if they tried to use any other spacing the wagons would break on some of the old, long distance roads, because that’s the spacing of the old wheel ruts in those old roads.

So who caused these old ruts in the old rutted roads? The first long distance roads in Europe were built by Imperial Rome for the benefit of their legions. The roads have been used ever since. And the ruts? The initial ruts, which everyone else had to match for fear of destroying their wagons, were first made by Roman war chariots. Since the chariots were made for, or by Imperial Rome, they were all alike in the matter of wheel spacing.

Thus, we have the answer to the original questions. The United States standard railroad gauge of 4 feet, 8.5 inches derives from the original specification (Military Spec) for an Imperial Roman army war chariot. Thus, MilSpecs and bureaucracies live forever.

So, the next time you are handed a specification and wonder what horse’s ass came up with it, you may be exactly right. Because the Imperial Roman chariots were made to be just wide enough to accommodate the butts of two war horses.


And for those of us in the second half of our century:

Eventually you will reach a point when you stop
lying about your age and start bragging about it.

Some people try to turn back their odometers.
Not me, I want people to know “why” I look this
way. I’ve traveled a long way and some of the
roads weren’t paved.

Have a great weekend with lots of laughs!


July 7, 2007. Chuckles. 2 comments.


June 30, 2007. Chuckles, Politics. 2 comments.