I was driving today behind two different people who were all over the road. When I ultimately passed each of them, I looked and confirmed that each of them was “texting” while driving.

If I were King, here’s the way it would go.

If you are seen to be texting while driving, the cop would have the unfettered right to drag you out of the car, stomp your cell phone to bits and then beat the dogshit out of your sorry ass.

No court, no judge, just a well-deserved ass-kicking.

That is all.

There has been a good deal of discussion concerning the “End-of-Life Counseling” that is currently part of ObamaCare. To get a feel for what the Administration has in mind, we need look no further than one of the areas of healthcare that is already controlled by the administration – namely the Veterans’ Hospitals.

One month ago, the Obama Administration reinstituted a program that was launched in 1997 under President Clinton, but which was suspended under the Bush Administration. Under the “Your Life, Your Choices” program, veterans are given a questionnaire to complete designed to permit them to determine whether it makes sense to go on living.

Go here, read the first linked page, then read the second linked page for a look at the questionnaire.

Then, try to keep your head from exploding.

Sickening.

I figure my buddies Redneck and GuyK, two guys who just can’t seem to get enough fishin’, might want to consider this if they’re in the market for a new boat.

Thanks to reader, Dick, for the pointer.

“Turns out Barack Obama doesn’t really know very much about anything, a fact that is troubling enough by itself. But when you combine it with his apparent conviction that he should be put in charge of regulating all these things he knows nothing about, and then you add in his talent as a first-rate bullshitter – you end up with the most ignorant guy in the room making the decisions for the rest of us.”

The author, a self-proclaimed bullshitter, claims that it takes one to know one. Read it all.

As a blogger, I am painfully aware of the problem with comment spam. Fortunately, the automatic shields catch most of it, so that a little bit of regular housekeeping prevents any of it from seeing the light of day. I’m happy to say that I don’t get very much email spam (knock wood), but the other day I received a particularly wacky email.

It was addressed to me, and it came from a sender named “Lanfier Riles.” (huh?) I don’t know anyone with that name, so I opened the email (but not the jpg attachment that came with it). I cannot imagine anyone free of a psychotropic preparation writing such a paragraph. Then again, maybe a well-prescribed pharmaceutical would help.

Here is exactly what it said:

N Blauendorf is going there also; only yesterday he bade good-by to us.We scatter through the world; but, till we meet again? For I should be in despair were I to lose an acquaintance so precious and dear to me as yours is.” Ah, how indifferent it was to Darvid whether he should keep or lose acquaintance with Prince Zeno. He saw and recognized in the man many fine and agreeable qualities, but he would rather not see him, just as he would rather not see others. All seemed strange to him and distant. Conversation, even with the most agreeable and worthy, both wearied and annoyed him. “What do you want of so many people, father? Do you love them? Do they love you?” One thought now devoured him. That “poor Kranitski” had left the city to live on his estate permanently, or rather in his poor village, situated in that same district as Krynichna, not very near, but in the same region. Of course, he will be a frequent guest at Krynichna–but, maybe not; even, surely not. Indeed, she had broken with him, and, in truth, she felt immense shame and pain–he laughed. A penitent Magdalen! He finished with the thought: Unhappy woman! But what more had he to do that day? Ah! he had an appointment to meet that young sculptor at the cemetery toward evening, and agree on a monument for Cara. That was to be a mon

My question: Is Kranitiski to be pitied or reviled? Discuss.

That goes for the creeps in Trenton as well.

Swiped from GuyK

Yes, I feel the need to step away from thinking about the disaster that was delivered unto the nation last November.

On this ninety-degree day, I shall hang by the pool with the Usual Suspects and maybe have a cocktail or two.

Later, peeps.

Sound bizarre? Maybe, but it may be what’s for dinner for the rest of us.

The gentleman who blogs at Sippican Cottage and who lives in Massachusetts explains.

While you’re at the Cottage, take the time to look at the beautiful furniture this man makes and sells while he’s not writing extremely engaging blog posts.

Thanks to reader, Dick, for the pointer.

Nancy Pelosi is a “karma compromiser.”

Dead solid perfect, Mr. Miller.

You have probably seen the video of Hillary’s outburst upon being asked by a Congolese student what Bill Clinton’s views are on a particular matter. (If not, click on the above video.) You probably also know that the question posed to Mrs. Clinton was a mistranslation by the interpreter. We have been told that the actual question posed by the student related to President Obama’s views, rather than those of Bill Clinton.

That version of the events is not accurate, according a PRS Operative who was on the scene after Hillary’s outburst and who filed this report:

Audience Member: (shouting at stage) That was not the correct translation of what the student asked!

Hillary: Oh, my goodness. I had no idea. I’d like to apologize to the questioner and ask that the interpreter give me the correct translation of the question this young gentleman asked.

Interpreter: I’m not sure that you want to me to do that, Madam Secretary.

Hillary: Nonsense! Mistranslations sometimes happen, I understand that. I want to respond to this fine young man’s question. Read me the correct translation.

Interpreter: Perhaps I could have a private word with you, Madam Secretary?

Hillary: No. Please just read the question. As you can see, now everyone in the audience wants to hear the question and the answer, and I don’t think it’s fair to make them wait while you and I have a chat.

Interpreter: Very well, Madam Secretary. The student’s question was, “I see that you have become quite a load. What is it? Too much pie?”

Mrs. Clinton leaped from the stage toward the student screaming a string of obscenities liberally laced with F-Bombs and, yes, N-Bombs. She was screaming something about the student’s mother and how she intended to “rip out [his] motherf*cking tongue.”

Just inches before she reached the student, she was tackled by Ibweo Ochumbo, a member of the Congolese State Police, who was on hand to provide security. He turned her over to members of the State Department Security Detail, and she was led out of the room amidst much shouting.

When asked if he had any trouble bringing down Mrs. Clinton, Mr. Ochumbo responded, “When I was a boy in my village, I used to wrestle water buffalo. I’m sure that helped. Still it wasn’t easy. It was like trying to tackle a large bag of yoghurt. You know, you grab one place and the stuff inside moves to another place.”

Approximately two hours after the incident, the Secretary’s spokesperson stated that, following the incident, “Mrs. Clinton was treated with herbal inhalation therapy and is currently resting comfortably in her hotel room with a chocolate shake and a box of Munchkins.”