Not to worry Jeff, The Obamanation will be doing these things soon enough, so we can all bow down and kiss his Marxist butt....but I'm sure I'll have been locked up by His Majesty before I get to march.
It reminds me of one of those triumphal marches through Rome in an old movie. Back in college, we used to pour over films of these parades looking for evidence of new weapons. Nostlagia today.
Just a kid, stuck in the body of this fat bastard...
Still tryin' to figure out how to be the man I wanna be, with the help of some good friends.
Pure Wisdom
"Government is not reason, it is not eloquence, it is force; like fire, a troublesome servant and a fearful master. Never for a moment should it be left to irresponsible action."
- George Washington.
"We sleep soundly in our beds because rough men stand ready in the night to visit violence on those who would do us harm."
- George Orwell.
"The French, they are a funny race, Parlez vous; They fight with their feet and they fuck with their face, Hinky dinky parlez vous."
- Popular World War 1 song.
"The privilege of great men is to view catastrophe from a terrace."
- Jean Giraudoux, from the book Tiger at the Gates.
"One finger professionally, Gentlemen; Two fingers socially."
- Gynecologist's saying.
"Political Correctness is a doctrine, fostered by a delusional, illogical, liberal minority and rabidly promoted by an unscrupulous mainstream media, which holds forth the propositionit is entirely possible to pick up a turd by the clean end."
- Some brilliant bastard.
"Sex in marriage is like medicine. Three times a day for the first week. Then once a day for another week. Then once every three to four days till the condition clears up."
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I often wonder just how long they'd BEAT on the poor bastard who TRIPPED, and started the "domino-effect"???
It would be interesting, wouldn't it? The precision, the drama...
Not to worry Jeff, The Obamanation will be doing these things soon enough, so we can all bow down and kiss his Marxist butt....but I'm sure I'll have been locked up by His Majesty before I get to march.
It reminds me of one of those triumphal marches through Rome in an old movie. Back in college, we used to pour over films of these parades looking for evidence of new weapons. Nostlagia today.
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