Smoke on the Water

Gigging Frogs

From a MyWay news article a couple days ago, this gem about a pair of ....well....

....I really don't know whether to catergorize 'em as terrorists or as Kerry supporters. Guess we'll have to ask Chiraq if there's really any difference?

Anyway, let's see what ReuterRooter's has on our twin terror teasing twits.

Jul 30, 2:52 PM (ET)

By Laure Bretton

Frenchmen Say Guantanamo Detention Was Like Hell

Surplus Issue

Pictured below is a Ruger Security Six.

No, it's not the actual one I'm describing, but other than the fact that mine has the orange-insert in the front sight, it's an identical item. And if I can manage to get a couple digital pics of mine, I'll replace this photo with ones of the actual revolver which is the subject of this post.

So here you have in lovely blue steel, with a four inch barrel, adjustable sights and the original small sized walnut grips, one of the rarest examples of this venerable workhorse of a wheelgun.

A truly pristine, unfired Ruger Security-Six, .357 Magnum.

That's a good photo of a nice gun. But it's not as nice as the one I'm looking at as I type this.

Collector's has it's mint, but previoiusly fired twin on their shelf with a retail price of $365.

Now then, here's where you come in.

A House Divided

Stop what you're doing. Right. Now.

Turn it all off. Your phone? Unplug it. Turn that cel off. Radio? Click, off. Same for that accursed teevee.

You are not to be disturbed for the next ten or fifteen minutes. Period!

Now then. A word before giving you the link to what you're about to read.

Take. Your. Time.

What you're about to read, is history, but it is also today; the here and now. And it will forever change something deep, deep inside of you.

Where you may have lacked conviction, you'll forever be convinced. If you've wavered under the onslaught of the left, take heart for here is your support.

If you've just simply run out of the energy or will to give cogent, well-reasoned responses with which to give to your moonbat friends, family and co-workers, you will now have this inscribed into your heart, and the ability to print it out, and damn their weak minds when you lay it on their desks.

To the genius who is Mr. Gerard Van der Leun of American Digest, I can but humbly say; Thank you, sir, for your fine works. For us, a gift indeed.

Now, read. Not just this excerpt, it's only the introduction. Read this, then click on the link below to read the whole thing.

"A HOUSE DIVIDED AGAINST ITSELF CANNOT STAND" Springfield, Illinois, June 16, 1858

Note: For the actual text of this great speech which foreshadowed much that the country would endure through the following decade, I refer you to The "House Divided Against Itself" Speech by Abraham Lincoln. I confess that I have, with some reservations, altered this document below for reasons that will become clear as you read. I have done so because, as in 1858, so in 2004 this country faces another harsh test whose shape is still unclear but whose dangers to our nation will come to us over the next decade. With minor modifications, the parallels that can be drawn are chilling. Hence, I do this in the belief that Lincoln, if he would not approve, would at least not condemn. The evil that Lincoln speaks of is slavery. The evil of our time is Islamic terrorism. They really aren't that different. Are they?

What this is, friends, ought to be the death-knell of the Kerry-Edwards debacle. And I mean that as neither an exaggeration nor hyperbole. I have never said anything with more seriousness in my life.

And I'm ringing that bell as loudly as I can, here. I would encourage you to do likewise.

NOW, GO READ IT ALL.

Yawn

Not only my reaction, but the reaction in the polls, among my liberal co-workers and pretty much everywhere else to the Coronation of Ms. United Nations at last night's donkathon.

Frankly, aside from the usual taunts and jeers of derision for just about every word that comes out of that pseudopod's botoxed face, I've damned little in the way of response to the forty minutes of lies, exaggerations, misdirections and deceits that passed for a major party's nominee's acceptance speech.

We've seen it all before, and we've heard it for years. The left's pitiful reliance on the same old litanies will just pull them further from the mainstream, deeper into defeat, and that at a faster pace than ever.

This year, we're really not running against the Democrat party, anyway. They're no longer a viable opposition party, all things considered.

Stick the proverbial fork in 'em, etc.

However, the fights not done, nor to be taken for granted. For there exists yet some real opposition, with real power, real influence and one hell of a track record in recent elections.

This of course would be our objective biased Mainstream Media. With members like CBS, NBC, ABC, CNN, PBS, N.Y. Times, etc, ad-nauseum, I'm not sure what the party's name is, but I can damn well assure you that they're real, they're focused and they have a mission to accomplish.

Defeating them won't be effortless, but the plan of attack is easy enough to say in just a few words.

Just keep blogging the truth. Kill 'em with facts. Expose their lies, incessantly. Put brakes to their spin on the truth.

Kick the legs out from under the mainstream media, and the donks will fall flat on their ass.

Class Action Suit

It's truly a shame that John Edwards has retired from the practice of law. This case would be tailor-made for his skills and experience and qualifications.

Quite in contrast to his complete unsuitability to serve as the Vice President of the United States of America,... but I digress.

What's happening at the Democrat Lying Socialists National Convention has been driving many a card-carrying member of the Vast Right Wing Consipiracy (of which I'm a Charter Member) to fits of apoplexy, flinging invective or more corporeal objects at their respective teevees and radios, nationwide.

And in several more severe cases, good, honest and hardworking people are being diagnosed with a far more debilitating malady. The details are graphic and shocking, but the cure is within our grasp.

After all, the rational mind simply rebels at the sheer volume of lies, misdirections, exaggerations, slanders and overall tonnage of bullshit being flung forth from that platform in the Fleet (enema) Center in Boston, MA.

Our friend Gerard Van der Leun of the superb blog American Digest is one such case. Read now the plight of one so tragically afflicted......

Yes, I am the man who now finds himself swearing at his television. I'm not sure what the Democratic Convention is doing for the other thirty-two Americans who are watching it, but as far as I can tell the only thing it has done for me is to help me discover my Inner Tourette's.

Tourette's, that debilitating syndrome where the afflicted erupts in various twitches both physical and verbal. Tourette's, a syndrome where an ordinary sentence such as "Perhaps, after all, the Democrats are fit to rule." is unwilling stated as "Perhaps, after BOOGERBUGGER! FATASS! all the C**PF**K! ASSHATS! Democrats are WEINERBUGGERS! fit to RAMMERHARDER! DITZBREATH MONGOMUFFINSB***ME rule SWEET F**K ALL! ..... sorry, sorry, please excuse, .... excuse... pity... poor Gollum, yes precious?"

Now, there's sure to be tons of money in this for some enterprising trial attorney. Wouldn't it be grand, the donks being taken to the cleaners by a cannibal from their own clan? Even better, when one realizes the fact that trial lawyers comprise the largest single block of donors to the donk's coffers!

But ultimately, the only known cure for this horrible condition is the defeat of donks at polls, everywhere.

Sweet irony; the treatment is also the cure.

Gerard is expected to make a full recovery in the wee hours of November 3rd, 2004.

Coffee Spew Warning

And don't say I didn't warn you!

A Presumption of Guilt

Let's begin with a bit of a Constitutional refresher, shall we?

The Constitution of the United States of America

Amendment Four

The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.

Clearly, the officers of the Oshkosh, Wisconsin Police Department need at the least, some remedial training regarding Fourth Amendment protections. And frankly, I think whichever ranking officer was responsible for the actions you're about to read about ought to be fired, immediately.

In Deep and Digging Furiously

The former President, and still current Liar in Chief might think that he's making a stirring speech in Boston right now.

And while I could get my ire up and type a resounding blast even now, I instead see a different path opening up here.

This speech may very well prove to be the material undoing of the Kerry-Edwards campaign.

While Slick Willie recites the entire litany of the Liberal Communist Manifesto, he's also flailing at horses long since fed to the French.

Mark my words, this one's going to come back to haunt 'em.

Now then, let the fisking begin!

Peanuts

First, it was Charlie Brown's ride in the election-eating-tank.

And now?

It's the Great Pumpkin Liberal Easterbunny, Charlie Brown!

Good grief!

Rivrdog Floats An Idea

And it could be worth MILLIONS.

Literally.

My good friend and fellow sailor Rivrdog has seemingly been hit by a lightning bolt of pure genius. Which is impressive, considering he's a pretty damn smart ol' salt to begin with!

As many of you know, the donks have been leaning back on the ropes lately in regards to gun control. But don't be fooled; they've not thrown in the towel on this issue. Not for a moment. Even now, Fineswine and her ilk are shrieking bloody hell over the impending sunset demise of the ill considered and misnamed "Assault Weapons Ban".

The renewal of which is still very much hanging in the balance. The GFW's had the pure votes in the Senate last time to get it attatched to another bill, but we were were spared that foul outcome. Go read Geek With A .45's update and Alphecca's Weekly Check on the Bias for up to the moment details.

But now to Rivrdog's brilliant plan:

Gun ownership/carry rights should be in the forefront of this National Election, but unfortunately, this theme has been relegated to a minor role.

I have an idea that might bring it back to the forefront of the election.

Prior military service members may remember hearing an old military parable that went like this: A base commander of an Army post somewhere here in the US got tired of his troops being considered second-class citizens in the local area, so he devised an idea of how to raise the consciousness of the local citizens to the fact that the troops had a real and positive impact in their lives.

Now, go read the rest of his plan. I'll patiently wait right here.

There's No Place Like Home

After a long, long day on the job, it's always nice to come here to this well found boat which is my home.

Just so you know, that's not some random clip-art on the banner. That photo is of the Sloop New Dawn under sail on a cold, cold November day some three years ago.

I hate being cold. Although I have neither tattoos nor piercings, I'll quip that if I ever did get a tattoo, it'd be one across one ass-cheek inscribed; Store at 75f or above.

Oddly, I enjoy sailing in the winter. I also enjoy hunting, which is mostly a winter sport, and I've never hesitated to motorcycle from my former home in San Antonio, TX to San Diego, CA for family Christmases.

Regardless of the season though, coming home to the Sloop New Dawn is evocotive of all those childhood times when the treehouse, fort or even the discarded refrigerator box were the most fun places to be.

Even when it's 92 degrees out, this is the coolest home going.

January, 2002. New Dawn, under sail. As photographed from another sloop on Galveston Bay, Texas.

No matter what the temperature out there, this place warms my heart.

G'nite, y'all.

Aw, Shucks!

Well, I'm not here to make the whole world happy, but I'm glad at least that I can make a very highly regarded blogger's Top Twenty List.

I'm very, very appreciative, DGCI. Thank you, from the bottom of my barnacle-encrusted heart. Thank you!

Reciprocal Plug Alert: If Democrats Give Conservatives Indigestion isn't on your daily reading list, you're only cheating yourself!

Buzzing the Field

In a low flyby today, renowned Pilot and Author Bill Whittle of Eject! Eject! Eject! serves notice that he's locked, loaded and ready to mix it up.

The human dirigible known as Michael Moore is about to have a very bad day, methinks.

Fool's Gold

I have had enough of the amoral criminals who are at present, in charge of the Democrat party in these United States of America.

With spiritual origins stemming from the gotcha journalism of Woodward & Bernstein, the Democrat party has since then steadily devolved away from traditional American values which have been historically shared by Democrats and Republicans alike.

Warm Fuzzy

Hallmark should bring out a line of cards like this.

July 21, 2004

Good Feeling

You know you live right when you go into your local sporting goods store to buy a volleyball and three separate cashiers ask you why you aren't buying ammunition today.

Sample logged by Mollbot at 02:28 AM EDT | Open CS-V1A (0)

Dammit Mollbot, now I've got to go to a meeeting with what's this? A tear in my eye?

That was so touching.

Berger Drops A Load In His Pants

Well ahead of the Puppy Blender, Steve H. adds Well-Done Berger to his menu.

Given the huge flood of similar commenteary running through the blogosphere at this time, suffice it to say that the donks have just yanked the issue of "security" right out from under themselves.

When I was but an A1C in the United States Air Force, I held a Secret clearence. The semi-annual security briefings touched on various security procedures, but believe me, the heaviest emphasis was on the penalties for a breach of security.

And a flagrant breach of security such as Berger has already admitted to is grounds for a heavy, heavy penalty. Yet already, the donks out there are spinning this as "unintentional" and "sloppy".

Fine.

Berger can refocus his intentions and clean up his sloppy act, on the taxpayer's tab.

From his cell at Ft. Levanworth, KS.

Close, But Still No Cigar

It's nice to have readers who care enough to send the very best.

From somewhere in Texas, Christina sent me this tidbit. And as much as I'd like to commend the L.A. Slime for at least trying to get it right, they still really just don't quite get it.

But they're getting closer, and I'll take all the positives I can get.

July 18, 2004

COMMENTARY

Bloggers Are the Sizzle, Not the Steak Convention seats do not turn Internet gossips into journalists.

By Alex S. Jones

The Democrats and the Republicans are inviting a limited number of bloggers — those witty, candid, irreverent, passionate, shrewd and outrageous Internet chroniclers — to their 2004 conventions. It's a gesture of respect for the growing influence of the blogosphere, and if ever there were events ideally suited to bloggers, the heavily scripted and tensionless conventions top the list.

Individualists vs. Collectivists

Kim DuToit writes of Two Americas.

The rest of us are wise to stop whatever the hell we're doing, and to read.

And if you're feeling particularly snarky today, do kindly print out a few copies of this shattering dissection of the left, and quietly leave it on some liberal's desks here and there.

Disclaimer: I'll take no responsibility for the bursting of their collective aneurysms.

Raging Backlash

The ugliest thing about Whoopie Goldberg are the words that spew forth from her vile, hateful mouth.

And if you've seen a recent photo of her, you know that those are some ugly words, indeed.

I'd sum it up, but Raging Dave has already done so. It is indeed, a rant of perfection.

Dubya didn't do a damn thing to Whoopsie. We did. Joe Public. The Angry Americans. We're sick and tired of some uneducated idiots spouting off at the mouth everytime we turn on the TV sets. We're sick and tired of some pampered snot-nosed socialist bitch calling us names. We're sick and tired of seeing a group of elitist assholes badmouthing our president. And so we're doing something about it.

I just can't add to that.

You really, really ought to go and read the whole thing.

Mailing It In

A Hollywoodweird term for delivering a careless, lazy performance.

Well, a careless, lazy performance won't win you any awards here, but you won't win unless you Mail It In to the Neanderpundit.

The NRA conducts "Postal matches". They have nothing to do with going postal. They involve shooting at your local range, and mailing targets to a specific location for scoring.

The NRA requires registration etc, but here, i will rely on trust.

Get some targets and practice. The rules are simple: iron sights, sporter rifle only, 22 long rifle. Fifty feet. Forty shots, 10 shots per target, one shot fired at each bull on the a-36 target. Four practice shots will be allowed, two at each of the center two bulls. Offhand only, standing, sling allowed but no rests.

Go back and read the Rules, kiddos n' kiddettes. Then break out that favorite .22 of yours and join the fray!

This is what I'll be shooting:

My CZ 452 ZKM Lux. .22 long rifle, five shot detatchable box magazine, adjustable partridge-type sights and wearing a lovely Turkish walnut stock. I know that over the bench that she'll do ten-shot, nickel sized groups at 25 yards, in windy conditions. I'll have to see what the rifle this marginal rifle shooter can do from a pure, standing offhand position.

Now, for y'all in the Greater Houston area, what I'd like to do is arrange a small gathering to meet and shoot on Sunday, August 1st, with August 7th as a backup date in case of rain. Why Sunday, you ask? Because I have to work on Saturdays %*&#$ !!!

It's past business hours right now, but I'll get busy tomorrow, trying to find a range in the area that'll accomodate a fifty-foot target frame. Or two. I've already ruled out where I usually shoot at American Shooting Center off of Westheimer Parkway. They're "lawyered-down" to the setup they have now. Same with the Hot Wells range.

Yes, I'd be open to suggestions if any of you know of a place that'd welcome a few of us!

Either way, I'm entering the contest. And thanks to Kim DuToit for pointing this one out!

All In The Family

A long phone conversation with my Dad n' StepMom down in Orlando is always a pleasure. I know tonight's was.

But first, a bit of a gloating. Getting a new gun is always one of life's treats. Especially when it's one you've been looking for after seeing the one you were thinking about buying, get bought out from under you. Like this one.

More on the rifle in a bit. But about those phone calls now.

Hot Damn, She's Stayin!

Hell YES!

[insert rhythmless, dorky happy dance here, folks.]

So she's flaky. So she's ambivalent. So what!

Frankly, I don't care if she has to type with the tip of her nose while snuggilng her blogalicious self from the security of her cozy little straitjacket.

Just so long as she hangs around and graces us with her continued presence!

"ambivalence so bad Read below. Mind changed again. One would almost reasonably conclude I don't actually have a mind to change, but that's debatable. Did I spell that right?"

Posted by Rachel at 08:01 AM link

Welcome back (again) Rachel!

Bullet Points

Well, I tried to get this posted earlier today, but sigh, such is a Monday at the office. Better late than never, I guess?

Yes, we did pay homage at the Altar of the Order of St. John Moses Browning. M'heh!

Serenity covers the day's chronology in the fine style which typifies her blog. And yeah, that waiter surely did cop a 'tude about the checks.... and that, after he blew the call on telling me it was okay to spark a luxurious, premium pre-prandial stogie, only to have his manager apologetically tell me that sadly, it just wasn't a cigar-friendly venue.

note to self: scratch P.F. Chaing's off of the "places to go" list.

Going to Church

Yes, my brothers and sisters, it's Sunday morning, and time for me to join my fellow congregants in our ritualistic rites of devotion.

What denomination, you ask? Glad to prostlytize answer that for you! We're of the One True Faith, that of St. John Moses Browning, of course.

Here, Brother Moriarty quotes from the Gospel of John:

1 In the beginning was the 1911, and the 1911 was THE pistol, and it was good. And behold the Lord said, thou shalt not muck with my disciple John's design for it is good and it workith. For John made the 1911, and lo all of his weapons, from the designs which I, the Lord, gave him upon the mountain.

And today, I shall render offerings of burnt gunpowder and copper-jacketed lead precious metals.

Can I geet an Amen?

Ain't Love Grand?

It's work safe, but you might not be after watching this.

That is, unless your co-workers are used to seeing you curled up on the floor, laughing convulsively while doused in a fog of explosively spewed coffee?

You've been warned.

....(stolen without the merest whisper of shame from Geoffrey)

Ins-2-lanche

Well, I'm a day late in welcoming visitors from Instapundit and Misha. No really great excuse for my lack of good host-liness yesteray, save for one hell of a day at the office yesterday.

So here I am, trying to catch up on my manners and all that. With a 2nd Instalanche in as many weeks, I'd damn well better brush-up on my nautical courtesies!

If this is your first visit to the Sloop New Dawn, well then, welcome aboard! And if you've been here before, then you know where the spirits locker is. Make yourselves at home, friends.

As always, a surge of new visits is a welcome thing. Who knows? Maybe two or three of you will bookmark the ol' place and come back for more.

Just as importanly though, and deserving of my constant gratitude, are the folks who've stuck by Smoke on the Water since the christening of this odd blog.

We've had some good sailing here, and we've many voyages yet to come. It's always a blast, cruising to so many new (and awfully good) ports of call out on the net.

Dunno where we'll go today, but there's only one way to find out.

Now, kindly excuse me while I cast off these ol' dock lines.

Blueprint for Madness Funnyness

Okay, so it's Frank J.'s second blogiversary. That's two years of funny IMAO goodness, folks, and it just doesn't get much gooder, lemme tellya.

Well, Frank J. asks that we link to our favorite IMAO post today in recognition of this momentus occassion. And being the cheap bastard that I am, I'm only too happy to oblige.

Beats the hell outta buyin' a present, y'know.

My favorite Frank J. post comes from last months archives. No, it's not a Rummy or Chomps classic. But just take a look at We Must S.M.I.T.E. Our Enemies!

Here, we get an actual picture of what Frank J. sees in what's left of his mind.

Priceless.

We never had drugs like that in the sixties.

Happy Second, Frank J. And may you celebrate many more in the years ahead.

One Meeeellllion!!!

The famous demand of Dr. Evil himself.

And though the good whacked out Doctor never did realize his goal.........

..... some other eeeeevvvvvilll genius just has broken through the One Meeeellllion hit mark!

Way to go, Blogfaddah. Well earned, and damned dearly paid for.

I'm glad I've had the pleasure of enjoying a hell of a good stretch of the road with you, my friend.

And may it lead onward for many more miles to come.

Vaya con Dios, amigo!

Hard Hats

I hope you'll forgive my sluggardly posting of late. The fact is that I've been greedily absorbing almost every bit of the daily news. Political developments, the war in Iraq, the indictment of Enron's Ken Lay, they're all in the system, you could say.

Processing, grinding, stewing.... there's tons in there to type, I assure you.

Even though what's in the news is a virtual embarassment of riches, I'm finding myself a bit stand-offish to the fray, a detached observer if you will.

It's not hard for me to put my finger on what's got me in this state of mind. In fact, if you want to read one of the best discussion threads I've read in the past few days, just go spend an hour with Citizen Smash, and you'll perhaps have an insight as to my thoughts.

Frankly, I'm on guard here. Deep, deep down in my gut, I have a sense of being on the precipice, of teetering on the tightrope of national sanity, or the loss thereof.

Joe Acidman and the Volcano

Well, ol' Rob's been out with his lovely daughter, netting crabs flayed crustaceans and boiling those misbegotten chicken-neck wrasslers in a cauldron of red, spicy water n' stuff.

And if he's not careful, the same fate awaits him in Costa Rica.

Seems one of their more popular tourist attractions is doing it's best to imitate Rob's crab-pot. And we all know how crabby Acidman can be.

Gawd, I hope nobody dangles a chicken-necked troll over that magna-filled crater!

Muir Goes Hog (On Ice) Wild

Damn if Chris Muir hasn't gone and deepened my frustration at today being a Federal Holiday.

Here I am, stuck at work, knowing that tens and hundreds of thousands of postal workers are enjoying a day off, doing whatever it is that postal workers do for fun. Sorry, no going postal jokes here, gang. I need to keep 'em on my good side, at least for another day or so.

See, what Chris went and did was to pay one hell of a compliment to Steve H. of Hog On Ice, featuring The Arterial Assasain's cookbook; "Eat What You Want And Die Like A Man" in today's issue of Day By Day.

Now, what makes this so damned painful for me is quite simple. My copy of this eagerly awaited book should be sitting in my P.O. box right now, dammit! Except that it's a postal holiday.

Hordes of mailmen and women, relaxing on beaches everywhere and armed with Pina Coladas, most likely attired in blue shorts, black socks and pith helmets. That's not even cool to contemplate while I'm here working a nine hour day, and am only a mile from the post office!

And all the while my precious copy of that book of decadant delicacies lies in a wheeled steel and canvas bin, most likely only a few mere feet removed from my postal box.

So close. Yet so very, very far.

My arteries await their rewards.

HildebeestVeep?

In a Fourth of July photo-op weekend, presumptive Donk nominee John Fucking ("did you know I was in Vietnam?") Kerry is caught in an indiscreet moment, while interviewing Sen. Hillary Clinton (communist, U.N.), as his prospective Veep running mate.

Sen. Clinton is said to be ruminating on the matter.

Photo credit: Drudge's SheepCa-a-a-a-a-m.

The Declaration

On this great day of fireworks, picnics, celebrations and festivals, let us not forget that the origins of our freedoms were wrought with great risk and peril to those brave, brave gentlemen who joined in an act of High Treason against the King of England.

The Declaration is being posted on many, many sites today. Frankly, I think that's a Good Thing. We really ought to print it out and keep a few copies laying around at our homes, in our cars and at our offices.

Go read this now, and think for a moment of this. The attacks on our freedoms now, are the same as they were then. And the fight to keep our Independence is just as in peril now, as it was then.

If not more so.

F'ing Language Skills

It's good having Donnie Bejus back and blogging again.

That boy can crank out the posts at a rate to rival the PuppyBlender himself. In his review of Sgt. Hook's encounter with a some hate mail sent to Operation Shoe-Fly, a drive-by commenter assailed what she considered to be the Vice President's breathtakingly un-Christian breech of decoroum in dropping the ol' F bomb on Sen. Leahy (D-ashhole).

Now, I can picture this ol' biddy, serenely motoring past ol' Donnie's blog by at an oh-so-safe 28 mph in her 1987 Chevy Celebrity. In the left lane. With the turn signal on. How she managed to fire off her white-gloved response to Bejus (did she blaspheme him, i wonder?) while peering out from between the steering wheel and dashboard is, as her pastor might say, a mystery.

What brought this to mind this morning though, was reading this superb review of Mr. Cheney's verbage offered in Townhall.com by the always excellent Charles Krauthammer.

Flood-the-zone coverage by investigative reporters has not, however, quite resolved the issue of which of the two preferred forms passed Cheney's lips: the priceless two-worder -- ``(verb) you'' -- or the more expansive three-worder, a directive which begins with ``go.''

If brevity is indeed "the soul of wit", then let it be said that Vice President Cheney is indeed a most economically eloquent man.

And Senator Leahy really ought not miss the next opportunity to just S.T.F.U.

Band Of Bozos

And with apologies to clowns, everywhere.........

(click on image to enlarge)

Swiped with thanks from Slate, cartoon by Eric Allie, Illinois Pioneer Press.

Emergency Action Alert

THIS IS NOT A DRILL, PEOPLE !!!

Whatever you're doing right now, it's not as important as going here and then spending the next hour of your day phoning or e-mailing your Senators and Congressional Representatives.

And just what's at stake, you ask?

The lives of our troops, that's what. Now go and get busy.

(nod to the Rottweiller for the heads-up)