Smoke on the Water

If Only !!!

Hillary Clinton and her driver were cruising along a country road one evening when an ancient cow loomed in front of the car. The driver tried to avoid it but couldn't - the aged bovine was struck and killed.

Hillary told her driver to go up to the farmhouse and explain to the owners what had happened. She stayed in the car making phone calls to lobbyists.

About an hour later the driver staggered back to the car with his clothes in disarray. He was holding a half-empty bottle of expensive wine in one hand, a rare, huge Cuban cigar in the other, and was smiling happily, smeared with lipstick.

"What happened to you," asked Hillary?

"Well," the driver replied, "the farmer gave me the cigar, his wife gave me the wine, and their beautiful twin daughters made mad passionate love to me!"

"My God, what did you tell them?" asked Hillary.

The driver replied, "I just stepped inside the door and said, I'm Hillary Clinton's driver and I've just killed the old cow. The rest happened so fast I couldn't stop it."

(for you libtards, the above is what is called "humor".  get used to it.)

Life Goes On

Life is at times, overwhelming.

Such has been the case with me of late.  Between being bounced between car problems, a lateral shift from a job I hated to one I can tolerate (within the same group), the death of a car and the quest for new wheels....

....well, it's been a month, maybe more.

Much more to tell, later.  All in due time.

And I apologize to you, one and all.  I owe a few of you some personal mail.  Your inquiries have been kind, touching and have stirred me to write yet again.

On the world and political front; one might despair.  But, not really.

You see, regardless of the political climate created by the press, and even in spite of the political failures of the Republican party, the fact remains that it is now known more than ever that the democrats are indeed, the party of surrender, of defeatism and are not equipped to face the real threats of a hostile world.

Sure, they posture and preen about all the failings of this administration. 

But the real fact is that what war we wage in secret can not, and ought not yet be trumpted on the headlines of our traitorous press.

I too, hear the jungle telegraph drum the beat of discontent with this administration.  But in that same rythym, I also hear the utter rejection of what the left offers in it's stead.

And for what it's worth, that bolsters my hopes.

I think the dems will be a bit disappointed, come November.