1. She was in the bathroom, putting on her makeup, under the watchful eyes of her young granddaughter, as she'd done many times before. After she applied her lipstick and started to leave, the little one said, 'But Gramma, you forgot to kiss the toilet paper good-bye!'
I will probably never put lipstick on again without thinking about kissing the toilet paper good-bye!!
2. My young grandson called the other day to wish me Happy Birthday. He asked me how old I was, and I told him, '62.'
He was quiet for a moment, and then he asked, 'Did you start at 1?'
3. After putting her grandchildren to bed, a grandmother changed into old slacks and a droopy blouse and proceeded to wash her hair. As she heard the children getting more and more rambunctious, her patience grew thin. Finally, she threw a towel around her head and stormed into their room, putting them back to bed with stern warnings. As she left the room, she heard the three-year-old say with a trembling voice, 'Who was THAT?'
4. A grandmother was telling her little granddaughter what her own childhood was like: 'We used to skate outside on a pond. I had a swing made from a tire; it hung from a tree in our front yard. We rode our pony. We picked wild raspberries in the woods.'
The little girl was wide-eyed, taking this all in. At last she said, 'I sure wish I'd gotten to know you sooner!'
5. My grandson was visiting one day when he asked, 'Grandma, do you know how you and God are alike?'
I mentally polished my halo and I said, 'No, how are we alike?'
'You're both old,' he replied.
6. A little girl was diligently pounding away on her grandfather's word processor. She told him she was writing a story. 'What's it about?' he asked.
'I don't know,' she replied, 'I can't read.
7. I didn't know if my granddaughter had learned her colours yet, so I decided to test her. I would point out something and ask what colour it was. She would tell me and was always correct. It was fun for me, so I continued. At last she headed for the door, saying, 'Grandma, I think you should try to figure out some of these yourself!'
8. When my grandson Melvin and I entered our vacation cabin, we kept the lights off until we were inside to keep from attracting pesky insects. Still, a few fireflies followed us in. Noticing them before I did, Billy whispered, 'It's no use Grandpa. Now the mosquitoes are coming after us with flashlights.'
9. When my grandson asked me how old I was, I teasingly replied, 'I'm not sure.'
'Look in your underwear, Grandpa,' he advised. 'Mine says I'm four to six.'
10. A second grader came home from school and said to her grandmother, 'Grandma, guess what? We learned how to make babies today.'
The grandmother, more than a little surprised, tried to keep her cool. 'That's interesting,' she said, 'how do you make babies?'
''It's simple,' replied the girl. 'You just change 'y' to 'i' and add 'es'.'
11. Children's Logic: 'Give me a sentence about a public servant,' said a teacher.
The small boy wrote: 'The fireman came down the ladder pregnant.'
The teacher took the lad aside to correct him. 'Don't you know what pregnant means?' she asked.
'Sure,' said the young boy confidently. 'It means carrying a child.'
12. A nursery school teacher was delivering a station wagon full of kids home one day when a fire truck zoomed past. Sitting in the front seat of the truck was a Dalmatian dog. The children started discussing the dog's duties. 'They use him to keep crowds back,' said one child.
'No,' said another, 'He's just for good luck.'
A third child brought the argument to a close. 'They use the dogs,' she said firmly, 'to find the fire hydrants!
H/T DML
Tuesday, 21 April 2009
Being a Grandparent...........
This could apply to Norfolk......
1. Pull your droopy pants up. You look like an idiot.
2. Turn your cap straight, your head isn’t crooked.
3. Let’s get this straight; it’s called a ‘dirt road.’ I drive a pickup truck because I want to. No matter how slow you drive, you’re going to get dust on your Lexus. Drive it or get out of the way.
4. They are cattle. They’re live steaks. That’s why they smell funny to you. But they smell like money to us. Get over it. Don’t like it? Hwy 7 & 401 goes east and west, Hwy 15 & 416 goes north and south. Pick one.
5. So you have a $60,000 car. We’re impressed. We have $150,000 combines and hay balers that are driven only 3 weeks a year.
6. So every person in rural Ontario waves. It’s called ‘being friendly. Try to understand the concept.
7. If that cell phone rings while an 8-point buck and 3 does are coming in, we WILL shoot it out of your hand. You better hope you don’t have it up to your ear at the time.
8. Yeah, we eat meat and potatoes. You really want sushi & caviar? It’s available at the corner bait shop.
9. The ‘Opener’ refers to the first day of deer hunting season. It’s a religious holiday held the closest Saturday to the first of November.
10. We open doors for women. That is applied to all women, regardless of age.
11. There’s little for ‘vegetarians’ on the menu. Order steak. Or you can order the Chef’s Salad and pick off the 2 pounds of ham & turkey.
12. When we set a table, there are three main dishes: meats, vegetables and breads. We use three spices: salt, pepper, and ketchup.
13. You bring ‘coke’ into my house, it better be brown, wet and served over ice.
14. You bring ‘Mary Jane’ into my house, she better be cute, know how to shoot, drive a truck, and have long hair.
15. Ontario Hockey League and Minor Hockey is as important here as the Maple Leafs and Montreal Habs, and more fun to watch.
16. Yeah, we have golf courses. But don’t hit the water hazards — it spooks the fish.
17. Colleges? We have them all over. We have Universities and Community Colleges. They come out of there with an education plus a love for God and country, and they still wave at everybody when they come for the holidays.
18. We have a whole ton of folks in the Armed Forces. So don’t mess with us. If you do, you will get whipped by the best.
19. Turn down that blasted car stereo! That thumpity-thump crap isn’t music, anyway. We don’t want to hear it anymore than we want to see your boxers. (Refer back to #1).
20. TWO inches of snow & ice isn’t a blizzard - it’s a vacation. Drive in it like you have some sense, and DON’T take all our bread, milk, and bleach from the grocery stores. This isn’t Alaska, worst case you may have to live a whole day without croissants. The pickups with snow blades and tractors with snow blowers will have you out the next day.
Borrowed from Mitchieville
H/T JMH
Monday, 20 April 2009
Interactive British Army 'Game'......
Start Thinking Soldier.
Hopefully this will work outside the UK.
Very Silly.....
Daffy Duck on a dirty weekend calls reception and asks for a condom. The reception says, 'shall I put them on your bill?'
Daffy replies…..
'Don’t be thucking thupid I’d thufficate'
H/T M Kohl
The Rambo Syndrome......by Stormbringer
According to the Obama Administration, returning Veterans (amongst others) are suspected domestic terrorists, and require close scrutiny.
Secretary of the Dept. of Homeland Security, Janet Napolitano, in coordination with the FBI, released an intelligence assessment on what it calls "Rightwing Extremism". The same people who deplored "domestic spying" when it applied to al Qaeda operatives - REAL terrorists operating within our borders - are now establishing guidelines for watching American citizens who harbor an interest in limited government and Constitutional rights.
Whatever happened to the Liberal's (morally bankrupt) mantra "We Support the Troops We Don't Support Their Cause"? It didn't take long for the old "babykiller" sentiment to coalesce into national policy. Personally, I'm not surprised, I've seen it before; the next time I am called a "trained killer" will not be the first.
Welcome home, Vets! Be advised: you are being profiled.
This is disgraceful.
More great stuff at STORMBRINGER
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Into a Belfast pub comes Paddy Murphy, looking like he'd just been run over by a train. His arm is in a sling, his nose is broken, his face is cut and bruised, and he's walking with a limp.
'What happened to you?' asks Sean, the bartender.
'Jamie O'Connor and me had a fight,' says Paddy.
'That little O'Connor,' says Sean, 'He couldn't do that to you, he must have had something in his hand.'
'That he did,' says Paddy, 'a shovel is what he had, and a terrible lickin' he gave me with it.'
'Well,' says Sean, 'you should have defended yourself. Didn't you have something in your hand?'
'That I did,' said Paddy, 'Mrs. O'Connor's breast, and a thing of beauty it was; but useless in a fight.'
H/T Casasquirrels
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Last Week's Best Late-Night Jokes.... from PeterGunn
"The Obamas have a new White House dog. It is a Portuguese water dog named Bo. Bo arrived just in time, because Sasha and Malia were getting tired of throwing Frisbees at Joe Biden." --Jimmy Fallon
"This Wednesday, April 15th, taxes are due, but people who work for President Obama are busy doing their taxes for 1998, '99, 2000." --Jay Leno
"This pirates stuff is unbelievable, but the Obama administration is getting high marks for the way they handled the rescue situation this weekend, or the military did. But with all the problems we have right now, who would have guessed that on top of everything else our new president would have to deal with pirates? What's next? A dragon? Ghosts?" --Jimmy Kimmel
"And a lot of protests today. Thousands of people had these tea parties, during which they protested higher taxes. But here in LA, it was called the Green Herbal Double Decaf Tea Party." --Jay Leno
"Barack Obama's daughters are very smart. They told him they will take the same responsibility for the dog that he is taking for the economy. That way, if the dog leaves a mess in the White House, it'll be cleaned up by future generations." --Jay Leno
"Actually, this has become a first family tradition. All the first families have had a dog. The Obamas have Bo, that's the name of the dog. The Bushes had Barney. The Clintons, of course, had Bill ." --Jay Leno
"And you know they have Bo wearing one of those electronic collars. If he strays beyond the perimeter of the White House grounds he gets a little buzz. That's to make sure he doesn't -- no, wait a minute, that's Joe Biden." --David Letterman
"President Obama should get a big refund this year because he has a lot of dependents. AIG, Citibank, Morgan Stanley -- all dependents." --Jay Leno
"Well, hey, it's tax day today. It's tax day. It's Wednesday, April 15th. But if you don't get yours down in time, don't worry about it. The good news is, you may be on your way to an Obama cabinet position. So that's good. Congratulations. Good luck." --Jimmy Fallon
"President Barack Obama got quite a reception when he was in Europe last week. Did you see while he was visiting Germany, the crowd started chanting, 'Yes, we can! Yes, we can!' Pretty amazing, a bunch of Germans chanting, 'Yes, we can.' That has got to make the French a little nervous, huh?" --Jay Leno
Sunday, 19 April 2009
Speech by Judge Vince Okamoto......
Speech by Judge Vince Okamoto at the 66th Anniversay of the 442nd Combat Team on March 29, 2009 in Honolulu.
Every American should read this speech and be proud of the members of the 442nd.
442nd Veterans Club Speech: Hawaii, March 28th, 2009.
Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon. I’m pleased to be here and I want to thank the 442nd Veterans Club, and president William Thompson for allowing me to join you today. I must tell you when Bill contacted me several months ago he said “As a judge do you believe in free speech?” And I of course said “Yes.” Than Bill said good, because you’re going to give a speech for free at the 442nd anniversary lunch.
Before we came into the banquet room I heard a veteran of the 442nd regaling some of his young listeners with war stories. He said during the Italian campaign, in the mountains, it rained continuously night and day. They were cold, wet, and miserable, and were kept on the line for weeks without any hot chow or change of clothing.
Then the division commander called them together and said, “Men I’ve got some good news and some bad news. The good news is you’re all going to get a change of underwear. The bad news is…Ito you change with Hayashi. Ige…you change with Yamamoto.”
Another veteran said that in the waning days of the war, often there weren’t enough trained medical personnel to treat all the wounded GIs. So they used captured German prisoners of war as hospital orderlies. Then one morning every single POW refused to leave the stockade. It seemed when they heard that several wounded soldiers of the 442nd were being brought to the hospital the Germans were afraid to show up for work.
Ladies and Gentlemen, the great Roman orator Cicero once said, “Poor is the nation that has no heroes, but poorer still is the nation that having heroes, fails to remember and honor them.”
I look around tonight and I see gathered here a room full of heroes. Today, we come together to remember, honor, and commemorate the 66th anniversary of the founding of the 442nd Regimental Combat Team.
They were an unlikely band of heroes. They were young, many only teenagers. Their average height was 5-5, their average weight, 120 pounds. The unit did not have an auspicious beginning.
Initially, there was no love lost between the Nisei from Hawaii, and those from the mainland. They fought over real or imagined insults: they fought over differences in speech, they fought over differences in dress, they fought over differences in local customs, they fought over differences in diet, and often they fought each other just for the hell-of-it.
But ultimately, they were able to come together because despite all their perceived differences they shared two common traits…they were Japanese American, and they were all determined to prove their loyalty in combat.
And in the killing fields of Europe, the soldiers of the 442nd RCT gained renown in some of the bloodiest fighting of the war, and went on to become the most decorated unit in the annals of American military history. It was a distinction purchased at a terrible and bitter price. The 442nd suffered heart-breaking causalities.
Every week the local newspapers published the names of the young Nisei soldiers killed and wounded in action, and Issei mothers quietly hung gold stars in their windows to symbolize their sons who had died fighting for their adopted country.
But the courage and sacrifices of those young Nisei soldiers who shed their blood on a hundred different battlefields in Italy and France resonated throughout the islands of Hawaii, and in the grim confines of the internment camps, rekindling the pride and reaffirming the loyalty of an entire people.
Regrettably, some people have forgotten that, and do not understand just how profoundly war forever changed the lives of the men, and the families of the men who had to fight. Those fortunate enough to have never had their lives touched by war, and who take freedom for granted may never truly understand. But perhaps they might gain some small insight by a letter written by a man who served as an infantryman in the Vietnam War, and he wrote:
“I was a soldier. I did what others feared to do. I went where others refused to go. I’ve seen the face of war, killed and watched friends die. I lived through times that other say are best forgotten. I ask for nothing from those who gave nothing. I remember and grieve, but am proud of what I was…a soldier.”
Ladies and gentlemen, the men who gazed upon the obscene face of war pass through a door through which civilians may not follow. They emerge from the other side of that door, sadder, but wiser men.
Sadder because they’ve experienced the on-going pain of seeing close friends killed, and maimed. They witnessed the death of innocent women and children because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. And they fought and killed other young men because they wore different uniforms, because they were told to do so, and because those others were trying to kill them.
But they emerged wiser men because the horrors of those war-time experiences taught them to appreciate just how fragile and precious life is. In the midst of violence and carnage they learned about themselves, for faced with the mind-numbing fear of death, they were able to overcome that fear by reaching deep down into the recesses of their souls to find courage they never before knew existed. And throughout it all were able to maintain their own humanity.
And they came to recognize and respect true valor and selflessness. On the battlefield they formed special friendships with their fellow soldiers, friendships forged in fire, and tempered in blood that can’t be duplicated in civilian life.
I’m pleased to be here because it provides me an opportunity to acknowledge a long standing debt of gratitude I owe to many of the men gathered in this room today. I’m the youngest of ten children and the seventh son born to Japanese immigrants. All of my six older brothers served in the military. The two eldest brothers with the 442nd RCT.
They were my boyhood heroes, and I couldn’t wait until I was old enough to follow in their footsteps. I dreamed boyhood fantasies of going off to war and performing deeds of derring-do on some shell swept battlefield. Then, having proven myself in combat, returning home, wise in the ways of the world, and having earned my right to stand with my older brothers as an equal.
I could be a poster-boy for that old saying watch out what you wish for because it may come true. Fate granted me my wish in a strange faraway land in Southeast Asia. After college I went into the Army, and volunteered for Vietnam. And there all the naïve romantic concepts I had as a boy were quickly dispelled by the ugly realities of war.
Combat was nothing like I imagined it would be. Vietnam was a different world; a special universe with its own rules, heroes and villains. There was no glory or glamour in the no-quarter fighting in the jungles and hedgerows of Vietnam. It was a lethal unforgiving land where nightmares became a reality, and I learned the true meaning of fear.
After ten months of prolonged combat, having been wounded several times I was physically exhausted, afraid and sick at heart.
I desperately wanted to live and to go home. At times I wanted to pull my helmet down over my face and block out the violence and horror around me. I wanted to just give up and quit.
But when I began to feel sorry for myself I remembered that in a previous war, other young Japanese American soldiers had it just as tough or tougher than me, and they never gave up. They never quit.
Their example of courage and commitment gave me the strength to do what needed to be done because I felt I could not betray that standard. So to the men of the 442nd RCT, I say thank you!
Ladies and gentlemen, every day of our lives we walk unknowingly among quiet heroes.
The aging Nisei, who at 20 years of age went to war as a young medic, and in the assault on the Gothic Line, time and again exposed himself to enemy fire, trying to save the lives of wounded GIs, and on many nights quietly cried himself to sleep feeling guilty over the young men that couldn’t be saved.
A veteran is a former hot-shot, high school pitcher who turned down a chance for a college baseball scholarship to instead volunteer to fight and won a Silver Star for four hours of extraordinary heroism in the battle for Bruyeres. And today is a member of the Disabled Veterans of America, and every Memorial Day pins on his campaign ribbons with a prosthetic hand.
A veteran is the old guy, holding up the check-out line in the supermarket, now palsied and aggravatingly slows; but who once stormed the bloody heights of Monte Casino, and helped liberate Italy. And today spends most of his time wishing his wife was still alive to hold him when the nightmares come.
A veteran is an aging Nisei, who returned from the war irrevocably changed, who never told his grandchildren why he needs a cane to get around, and never spoke to anyone about the time his unit suffered over 800 casualties to rescue 211 Texans of the “Lost Battalion” in the Vosges Forest in France.
Veterans are many of the men in this room today; each with their own compelling story. Each of whom left their homes, families, and loved ones and went off to war with no expectation of reward or even thank you, but went because they felt it was their duty, and went because someone had to go.
In our society some men are lionized for their great wealth, or their political power, or their social position. Some are renowned for their athletic ability. Others are accorded celebrity status as film stars or rock icons. But of all the titles in the world I believe the proudest is that of veteran because it refers to an individual who was willing to give up everything for America.
In William Shakespeare’s play “Henry the 5th,” the king of England on the eve of the last great battle of the One Hundred Years War, stood before his beleaguered and out numbered soldiers and said to them,
”We few, we happy few, we band of brothers, for he who sheds his blood with me this day until the ending of the world is my brother.”
The veterans who wore the uniform of this country are a brotherhood. They represent less than 7% of the population making them members of the most exclusive fraternity in America, forever connected by a shared sense of duty, commitment and willingness to sacrifice their lives that set them apart and make them different from everyone else in our society.
To the young people in the audience tonight…I say remember and honor those who fought, bled, and died for you. Remember that the blessings and unlimited opportunities we Japanese Americans enjoy today are ours in large measure because we stand on the shoulders of giants; men small in stature, but titans in courage, the soldiers of the 442nd RCT.
What they did allowed and prepared us their beneficiaries to live in a larger and better world.
Most of those who fought in that long ago far away war remain with us now only in memory, taken by the one relentless implacable enemy that cannot be stopped…time
Those fortunate enough to have survived the war and return to their homes and families now experience the aches, pains, and infirmities that come with age, and are now old soldiers.
So I close in honor of those old soldiers with a quote from the Bible, from the 2nd Book of Timothy, Chapter 4, verse 7 and it reads, “The time of my departure has come. I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, and I have kept the faith.”
Although that passage was written more than 2000 years ago it accurately describes the soldiers of the 442nd , for they too, fought the good fight, finished the race and kept faith with America in peace and in war.
What they did bequeathed to this nation ideals that unite all of us Americans. What they endured speak to the values that sustain us during times of trial and crisis.
What they achieved speak to the dreams that inspire ordinary people to perform extraordinary acts of courage and self-sacrifice.
They speak to us of the value of loyalty, courage, fundamental fairness and personal dignity and is a testament to the glory of the human spirit. This is the legacy of the 442nd. This is our inheritance.
Tonight we commemorate, nay, tonight we celebrate these brave men on the 66th Anniversary of the founding of this fabled unit.
To the veterans here tonight, I tell you that old soldiers though we may be, there are still wars for us to fight. Not with guns and bayonets but against bigotry and prejudice, against racism and corruption, against ignorance and poverty. We’re still needed to fight that war.
So before memories dim, before the bygone epic events, and heroic deeds of the past slip out of focus, and fade into the pages of history, until the last bugles sound taps and we assemble once again at that final formation after the last patrol, let us as veterans resolve not to permit petty differences to divide us.
Let us remain friends and stay united as veterans, and extend one to the other, the mutual respect earned by men who stood together in defense of America.
“Let us, we few, we happy few, until the ending of the world, remain a band of brothers.”
To all gathered here, but especially to my brethren, the veterans of the 442nd RCT, I wish each of you, good health, good fortune and God’s speed. Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your attentiveness and I bid you good evening.
H/T Shelly
Thanks Janet!!! THANKS Team Obama!!!!!......from Rico
Thank you so very much Janet Napolitano for clarifying that I AM a gun-clinging, illegal-immigrant hating, non-lesbian-who-hasn't-had-an-abortion.*
The attached cartoon sums up how this white, male, hetero, combat vet, who LOVES the U.S. Constitution as it is written feels about being slandered as a "terrorist threat" by you grotesque, smug, arrogant, Communist-loving (well....you get the idea here) Team Obama assholes!
I am NOT looking forward to a generation of oppression and KGB/Gestapo-like tactics like denormalization, slander, divide-and-rule, taxation, intimidation, media manipulation, and behavior that would make Stalin blush in shame.
*Yes, I am still trying to figure out how a lesbian can end up with an "unwanted" pregnancy despite having cracked-the-code on the rest of your manifesto and program.
San Francisco Police Dept. (The Keystone Cops)
Chief Heather Fong (left), the first SFPD female chief of police;
Theresa Sparks (center, former male), president of the San Francisco Police Commission, CEO of a multi million-dollar sex toy retailer, and a trans gender woman.
Sgt. Stephan Thorne (right, former female), the first transgender SFPD police officer.
Their Representative in the U. S. Congress is Nancy Pelosi.
H/T Shelly
Reflections on Maine Tea Parties...
From the comments so far the readers seem to rather like this piece on PJM.
One of the comments that most amused me...
What’s more, you have to realize that there are leftists within the tea party movement SPECIFICALLY trying to make sure that it has a “non-partisan” feel which serves to divide the Republicans. It’s working perfectly to derail any chance to hold Democrats to account in 2010.
The author is clearly one of those people.
The whole household and my friends on the internet have let out a collective "HA" at this irrational and ludicrous assertion. I have been called a lot of things over my political life...leftist ain't one of them.
The piece got an Instalanche as well which should help keep the numerous comments going.
New UK Telephone Greeting:
"GOOD MORNING, WELCOME TO THE UNITED KINGDOM "
"Press "1" if you speak English."
"Press ''2'' to disconnect until you can
H/T AJD
The Sex of Objects....
You might not have known this, but a lot of inanimate objects are actually either male or female.
Here are some examples:-
FREEZER BAGS:
They are male, because they hold everything in, but you can see right through them.
PHOTOCOPIERS: These are female, because once turned off, it takes a while to warm them up again. They are an effective reproductive device if the right buttons are pushed, but can also wreak havoc if you push the wrong buttons.
TYRES: Tyres are male, because they go bald easily and are often over inflated.
HOT AIR BALLOONS: Also a male object, because to get them to goanywhere, you have to light a fire under their arse.
SPONGES: These are female, because they are soft, squeezable and retain water.
WEB PAGES: Female, because they're constantly being looked at and frequently getting hit on.
TRAINS: Definitely male, because they always use the same old lines for picking up people.
EGG TIMERS: Egg timers are female because, over time, all the weight shifts to the bottom.
HAMMERS: Male, because in the last 5000 years, they've hardly changed at all, and are occasionally handy to have around.
THE REMOTE CONTROL: Female. Ha! You probably thought it would be male, but consider this: It easily gives a man pleasure, he'd be lost without it, and while he doesn't always know which buttons to push, he just keeps trying.
H/T Andi B
Must see video: Return to Makin Island
True story of the recovery of 19 US Marines Killed in Action on Makin Island in WWII and their return home to Arlington National Cemetery 58 years later.
GOD BLESS & SEMPER FIDELIS
H/T Shelly
The Sunday Best.....
'Smeargate' is 'final nail in Gordon Brown's political coffin' as scandal triples David Cameron's poll lead. Sadly he will probably hang on to the bitter end, with disastrous results for Britain.
Flying the flag on St George’s Day? Sorry...you don’t have enough poles. Ridiculous.
Walking tall: Crowds turn out to salute heroes returning from Afghanistan. Welcome home lads.
It must be spring! The first of this year's crop circles has been spotted. Wasn't me.
Double Dutch: Commandos capture Somali pirates and free 20 hostages ... but release the bandits because they're not from the Netherlands. WTF!
Ballot boxes tampered with inside Labour HQ as daughter of Blair's aide is hit by new voting scandal. Expect more of this at the next election.
Oblivion waits for Brown's tinpot regime. It can't come soon enough.
Three suspected militants killed by US missile in Pakistan. Reach out and touch!
Chef on Royal Navy submarine HMS Tireless on secrets of feeding 130 under the sea. Move over Ramsey.
Royal Navy nuclear submarine - slang food terms used by crew.
Royal Marine rugby tackles Taliban suicide bomber to save servicemen. Man is a hero.
Trouble in a British paradise. The Empire strikes back.
Somali pirates becoming 'more sophisticated' warns British naval commander. Hit their bases.
Barack Obama must beware of playing party politics with security. He is going to balls things up.
Spitfire found in scrapyard to sell for £2 million. A bargain. Pity I am £1,999,998 short.
Zimbabwean vice-pm orders farm invaders 'off the land'. It's a start.
Iran offers to train Afghan police. I think not.
South African election: ANC faces vital challenge from Democratic Alliance. About time.
Schools call in police 100,000 times a year. Bring back corporal punishment.
Israel stands ready to bomb Iran's nuclear sites. The only option.
Israelis warn of Eritrea flashpoint. More trouble brewing.
Tsvangirai crash cause questioned. Accident my ass!
.....the Clarkypoos bit
It’s pure hell in the mountainous Cotswold region.
Why I won't volt Labour.
and little Jimmy May...
Say it with flowers.
and finally....
Hookers offer discounts amid limp sex trade.
Hair Stylist Keeps Armed Robber as Sex Slave.
Wow: How to crush a car
MythBusters Adam and Jamie vaporize a car with a rocket sled going 650 mph.
H/T JMH
PICS YOU DIDN'T SEE - TEA PARTY 2009.......from Rico
HERE ARE TWO PICS YOU DIDN'T SEE ON CNN (COMMUNIST NEWS NETWORK - DNC (C)PARTY PROPAGANDE ORGAN) OR ANYWHERE ELSE IN THE MSM. YOU PROBABLY NEVER WILL. DEMSOC (BIG BROTHER) IS REWRITING HISTORY AND DELETING ANYTHING DEEMED PC-INKORRECT NOW. THANKS FOR THE WARNING ORWELL. 1984 IS HERE IN 2009! 
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Tea Parties reflections....
From the comments so far the readers seem to rather like this piece on PJM. Oh boy... the piece has got an instalanch.
One of the comments that most amused me...
What’s more, you have to realize that there are leftists within the tea party movement SPECIFICALLY trying to make sure that it has a “non-partisan” feel which serves to divide the Republicans. It’s working perfectly to derail any chance to hold Democrats to account in 2010.
The author is clearly one of those people.
The whole household and my friends on the internet have let out a collective "HA" at this irrational and ludicrous assertion. I have been called a lot of things over my political life...leftist ain't one of them.
