Posted on: February 20, 2008 8:39 am

A true Super Delegate Story

John the farmer was in the fertilized egg business. He had 
several hundred young layers (hens), called "pullets", and ten roosters,
whose job it was to fertilize the eggs. 

The farmer kept records and any rooster that didn't perform went 
into the soup pot and was replaced. That took an awful lot of his time, 
so he bought a set of tiny bells and attached them to his roosters. 
Each bell had a different tone so John could tell from a distance 
which rooster was performing. Now he could sit on the porch and fill out 
an efficiency report simply by listening to the bells. 
The farmer's favorite rooster was old Butch, a very fine specimen 
he was, too. But on this particular morning John noticed old Butch's bell 
hadn't rung at all! John went to investigate. 
The other roosters were chasing pullets, bells-a-ringing. The 
pullets, hearing the roosters coming, would run for cover. 
But to Farmer John's amazement, old Butch had his bell in his beak, so 
it couldn't ring. He'd sneak up on a pullet, do his job and walk on to 
the next one. 
John was so proud of old Butch, he entered him in the Boothbay 
Harbor Fair and he became an overnight sensation among the judges. 
The result...The judges not only awarded old Butch the No Bell 
Piece Prize but they also awarded him the Pulletsurprise as well. 

Clearly old Butch was a politician in the making: who else but 
a politician could figure out how to win two of the most highly 
coveted awards on our planet by being the best at sneaking up on the 
populace and screwing them when they weren't paying attention. 
Vote carefully...the bells are not always audible. 
Posted on: February 19, 2008 9:04 pm

Where are my round, delicate, beautifully sweet,

Girl Scout Cookies!!!!

Here in the mid point of winter it seems only fair that if I have to shovel snow, pay taxes and have no football to watch I ought to at least get all the Girl Scout Cookies I can eat.  Hey Girl Scouts of America, I will give you a merit badge in courage if you bring me a box case of, oh, I don't know, everything you got except those damn shortbread cookies.  If I want cardboard I'll eat the freakin box.  Now plan the assault on my compound and bring plenty of reserve scouts cuz I am fired up angry about this darned snow, my taxes, the lack of a good presidential candidate, and another pathetic loser of a guy who thinks he can suave his way past my  defenses.  Guess again Rico....

Now where was I . . .

Oh, off the deep end.

Posted on: February 18, 2008 10:46 am

I refuse to participate in this recession...

Now that we have been told by all the folks that know about these things that they have decided to have a recession, I suppose there is nothing left to do except pull back all my planned expenditures and get on with it.  Mrs. Clinton and Mr. Obama agree on this point (that's scary.)  And the Repub man agrees.  And all the Wall Streeters agree.  And the talking heads in the media agree. 

So let's get on with the misery and wreck the economy.  Might as well get on with it so they can then decide when that has gone on long enough so they can tell us the recovery has begun so we can go back out and spend money again. 


We could just refuse to participate in their little recession.  Buy things folks.  Don't overspend.  Don't put things on credit.  But buy what you can.  If you need a new tv and you can afford it then buy it.  We the consumers have the power to impact any actual recessions in our economy.  If we buy reasonably, we will recover faster.

Besides - a recession party doesn't sound like much fun to me.  Sounds like light beer and tater chips instead of Sam Adams and chilidogs.

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