Friday, August 18, 2006

Friday Night Cock Pictures.

Just one tonight. I've been in a surly mood lately.

Enjoy the ride, girls. And boys: no silly comments.

Rodney King's Words, Not Mine.

Not that I wouldn't like to emulate the inimitable Mr. King... actually scratch that. But wasn't Rodney King the one who implored everyone with the line, "Can't we all just get along?"?

Comments on this blog are free and easy, but those that suggest the slightest whiff of a threat of any kind to a government leader (like him or not) will not be tolerated.

I've been quite amused the increase in traffic (especially since I have been out of the beltway for some time), but the increased number of comments are also a kick!

Just the same, mentioning the, er, "pussy" of a candidate's girlfriend (or wife, sister, mother, etc.) is also too much for my own senses.

I don't relish the thought of deleting someone's comments, but those which go beyond the basic groundrules (which are pretty fucking broad over here) have been eliminated.

Let's take it easy on the innocent, as well making something that might be construed as a threat of harm to a public official.

And let's all be careful out there... it's Friday night.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

If I Knew You & You Knew Me.

If I knew you and you knew me,
If both of us could clearly see,
And with an inner sight divine,
The meaning of your heart and mine,
I'm sure that we would differ less,
And clasp our hands in friendliness;
Our thoughts would pleasantly agree,
If I knew you and you knew me

~Nixon Waterman

One of the greatest poems ever written.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

And Now! Will The Real... HRC... Please... Stand UP!

Ah, the sweet voice of the loveable Johnny Olson of the original "To Tell The Truth" game show of the '50s and '60s.

You know things are bad for John Laesch when he's getting whacked over the head by Rich Miller, a respected journalist and author of The Capitol Fax Blog, with a headline like "John Laesh Is A Jerk."

Time for the boy to pack up his bags and go back to the dairy business in Bloomington. OOPS! Can't do that. Jim Oberweis's dairy operation owns it now. And no one in Mclean County wants to have anything to do with him, either.

Factoid, Jetsons. Factoid.

The words "Monolithic Stupidity" keep swirling around in my head as I laugh my ass off.

Mr. Laesch: Loose the Cannons of the Decks of the SS Accountability! Huzzah!!

Maybe some of his female friends at the Kappa Kabana outside El Paso, Illinois will take him in. If there are any friends left.

Ironically, you know, Kappa is south of El Paso. Not the sort of place you'd expect Young Laesch to want to associate with. South of El Paso. Get it?

Maybe the noted Mr. Miller or my good old friend Bill Dennis, a Peoria area journalist of many years, would like to sort of scope out the situation at the Kabana and ask some questions about a grey-eyed, beautiful Latino girl who worked there a few years back.

Oh! And don't forget about Big Al's in Peoria. Or check up with local police reports and with club bouncers on a series of incidents at clubs in Creve Coeur and East Peoria.

No slander here. Just raw, honest doses of reality. For a smart-mouth kid who needs to get some help.

Ahhhhh. Goodness! I'm sleepy.