I wrote a post that centered around an image. The reason I decided to do that particular post is because I’m tired and crabby, and I don’t feel like spending a lot of time in front of this computer.

This is the first time I tried to insert an image into a post using WordPress 2.5. Ninety minutes and numerous failures later, I FAROOKIN’ GIVE UP!

Feh!

Here, Peeps, is the Senate Majority Leader trying to explain how the payment of federal income tax is voluntary. If it weren’t so pathetic, his explanation would be positively hilarious.

I suppose what he was trying to explain is that reporting your income is “voluntary,” which is to say that if you held up a bank, you have the opportunity to “voluntarily” report the proceeds of the robbery as income.

How you would one “voluntarily” report such income? Why, by “voluntarily” filing a tax return, of course. Which begs the question, what happens if you had income and don’t “voluntarily” file a tax return?

The answer is that you will be fined and, quite possibly, sent to the slammer.

Only in the snake-filled mind of Harry Reid could such a system be considered to be “voluntary”.

h/t: C&S

A presidential election. You read, you study, you analyze, you weigh the pros and cons, you debate, and then there is this.

Just farookin’ shoot me.

Bill Clinton …….. Bill Richardson

Somehow, I don’t think the Clintons and the Richardsons will be getting together in Chappaqua or New Mexico for a game of Parcheesi any time soon.

Via Hot Air

It is the result of an upgrade (in progress — of course, not by me, ha!) and possibly a cow in Montana having kicked the soiver.

If you’re reading this, and the site looks OK … never mind.

In the rat’s nest that is my cruller, I have a vision of Barack Obama owning and operating a diner. Really, I can’t explain this stuff. Anyway, the following interaction between Obama and the diner’s customer percolated to the top.

Obama: Good morning, sir. What can I get you?

Customer: Good morning to you. I’m starving. How about a cheese omelet, with a side of bacon, some buttered white toast and a cup of black coffee?

Obama: You need to change that.

Customer: Huh?

Obama: Yeah, you need a change. You’ll have an egg white omelet with low fat cheese, and. instead of the bacon, I’ll give you fresh fruit. The white bread is out of the question. I’ll give you whole wheat toast. No butter: margarine instead. I’ll switch the coffee to decaf.

Customer: I really wanted what I ordered, if that’s OK with you.

Obama: Not OK. I told you. I’m changing your order. I know what’s best for you. It’s all about change. You’ll be glad you did.

Customer: OK, if you say so. I’ll give it a try.

Obama: Great. That’ll be $18.95, please.

Customer: $18.95? That’s pretty steep for breakfast.

Obama: Yeah, but it’s good for you. I’d like it in advance, please.

Customer: OK. Payment up front is pretty unusual, I’ll say (pays Obama). Good thing for you I’m as hungry as I am.

Obama: Thanks. I’ll be back with your breakfast in a jiffy.

. . .

Obama: Here you are. Enjoy your breakfast.

Customer: Is that it?

Obama: Yeah, is there a problem?

Customer: This is one piece of dry toast and a glass of water!

Obama: Yeah, I changed your order. Embrace the change and nurture your hope.

Customer: I was hoping to get my goddamned breakfast!

Obama: Like I said, enjoy your breakfast, big guy.

Customer: This is nuts. Gimme my damned money back. I’m outta here.

Obama: Sorry. Your money will go to the greater good. Besides, from the looks of you, it appears that you have been eating more than your fair share.

Customer: This is bullshit!

Obama: Keep hope alive!

Customer: I hope you get crabs.

John Cox, the most excellent artist and political cartoonist (formerly the “Cox” half of “Cox and Forkum”) and genuine good guy (I met him in Helen last year) is holding an unusual auction. The winner gets dinner with John, choice of an original art work, an art lesson and an original color caricature of your bad self.

Bidding is open to men and women.

Check it out.

“Fuck it Dude, let’s go bowling.”**

Recently Chelsea Clinton, in the course of responding to a question involving Monica Lewinsky, which was posed by an undergraduate, Chelsea noted that she has made speaking appearances (largely question and answer sessions) at approximately 70 college campuses.

I cannot help but wonder if the starry-eyed, college kids who flock to these events to hear Chelsea tout her mother’s socialist agenda, which demonizes corporations and business entities like hedge funds, realize that they are listening to someone who is on leave (paid?) from her job with Avenue Capital, a hedge fund. I wonder if they know that hedge funds (investment funds open to seriously rich investors that makes speculative investments and often huge profits, by avoiding the regulation that applies to regular mutual funds) are perhaps the ultimate embodiment of Capitalism.

John Edwards, another fomenter of class warfare and supposed champion of the little guy, spent his time between failed elections working at a hedge fund.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m a free market capitalist. If Chelsea can grab a gig that pays an estimated 100 – 150K a year and if John Edwards can earn boatloads of money working at a hedge fund, more power to them. I just think it would nice if the kumbaya college kids were aware of the hypocritical bullshit they are being spoon fed.

Kinda busy today, peeps. Besides, if I do find some free time, methinks I shall read. Lately, I’ve been reading quite a bit of stuff about Lincoln’s assassination and its aftermath. I find that it takes my mind away from the political bloodsport of today that is all over the web.

As I said in the title, maybe later, but if not, have a MAHvelous day.