Proof

And maybe Mr. DeLay’s more of a criminal.

classic felber. welcome back, homeboy!

DeLay, if I has a horse, I’d horsewhip you.

Me: Mr. DeLay, have you stopped beating your wife?

They’re just trying to Delay the inevitable.

All hail Lennon and Marx!

…or should I say, Don’t crush that dwarf, hand me the pliers!

Let the silly season begin.

PS, I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night.

Alive as you and me.

Tommie Boy, you are so up on these things. Ever heard of a Trotskyite? And then there’s also that duck, the Muscovite. But Why a Duck? you ask.

David, I actually asked him about that. Basically, he said he never died. Said it twice. I suggested that the copper bosses had, in fact killed him–shot him, in fact–but he assured me quite emphatically that it would take more than guns to kill him, and that what they couldn’t kill in him went on to organize. Basically, he can now be found in any mine or mill. So good news. He added as well that he has no idea what to make of the potential SAG strike.

As to why a duck? Well, I’m guessing because it carries water.

OK, maybe not a Marxist, but at least he’s a communist….or a negro! Yeah! That’ll work!!! Obama is black!! I wonder why we didn’t notice that before?!!!

Commie Martyrs High!

Ah, Sally. I went to More Science along with Porgie and Mudhead.

“Knowledge for the people” said Principal Poop ‘Give em a light and they’ll follow it anywhere.’

As I recall, Hispanics kids helped disappear the high school.
I always assumed that they were folks that had lived in So Cal/LA forever (oh, early 20th century).
(TX has had Mexicans forever too, because much was formerly Mexico.)
But who doesn’t dig the recent huddled masses? Emma Lazarus rules. (So does Emma Goldman.)

Firesign first reponders–in the mid 70’s I had a friend from Harvey Mudd who clamed that Harvey Mudd/Pitzer College was an inspiration for Firesign and even implied that it would help understand the humor, Any So CaL answers to this?

…. “little hard on Mr. Delay.” Ah yes, an unfortunate and heartless nickname from middle school that followed him into his adult years and tragically shaped his personality for the worse…

As you may have guessed, Heather and I are taking a break from each other for a while. She’s up in Canada for the summer, staying with some friends from the university. (And, Adam, you’re right, they were all lesbians in college - a very insightful observation, BTW.) We still email each other and talk on the phone. I guess this past winter gave us both cabin fever. Time will tell. Hence the appeal to Adam - PHONE NUMBER, PLEASE!!!

Chris and David,

Never mind the duck, they’re building a bridge in the morning.

Jay

Chris, you might find Joe Hill here, too:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8wke1RBvcNQ

Hope that works.

Mr. DeLay,
How can you be in two places at once, when you are….

My thoughts exactly, dee. 99F today - that broke a 109 year old record. What the hell is August going to be like? …. Hell?

The first heavenly bite of Apfelstrudel from the Vatican Kitchen, after a month in der Klink, nearly triggered a diabetic shock, but Mein Gott!!! what a way to go!

As I had hoped, Cardinal Anselmo summoned me from my cell to make a ruling on the priest in Washington, who refused to give communion to Prof. Douglas Kmiec because he had endorsed Barack Obama for President. I feel Anselmo could have easily arranged the hit, but as it turns out, most of the other Cardinals had soured on the fake Pope as well, and bringing me back gave them the opportunity to reassign him to the musk ox mission on Baffin Island. According to Anselmo, the fake Pope had chronic bad breath, sinus-clearing foot odor and OCD, which made him spend most of his waking hours emptying the Kleenex box by his bed, then refolding the tissues and re-inserting them back into the box (in the correct order, of course). Since Franco Zeffirelli had already assembled the team of experts to blast me out of prison, I gave him the assignment to whack the wacko priest in DC. He bowed, kissed my ring, genuflected and left the Holy See with Excalibur under his robe. (I’ll have to ask the quartermaster how the Catholic Church wound up with that mythical sword. I probably don’t really want to know.)

So, life has returned to normal in the Vatican. As Cardinal Anselmo pointed out, I may be a vicious, testicle-ripping rottweiler, but I’m God’s Vicious, Testicle-Ripping Rottweiler. I’ll have to consider that statement in the quiet of the evening and puzzle out if that was indeed a compliment or an insult.

Ah, Seattle Dan! What a great movie.

Here in the lowest end of lower New England, we’re in the 4th day of 90+ temps. It’s supposed to break tonight when a cold front comes in. This is the climate I left Dallas to get away from. When I first came here is 1972, we didn’t get weather like this until August, and even then it only last 2 or 3 weeks. I think it may be time for me to move further north.

Dennis Kucinich’s website has been temporarily crippled, but here is another copy of the Articles of Impeachment that he introduced last night.

http://www.democrats.com/files/amomentoftruth.pdf

Jimmy painted his truck candy apple metallic red. I can’t believe it’s the same truck. He shoveled out the inside of the cab, ridding it of hundreds of Wendy’s drive-thru remnants. It looks and smells a lot better than before. In several days, after it’s thoroughly dry, we’re going to a plant nursery, buy some native shrubbery and annuals, and try to breathe some life into his front yard.

I finally got the courage to look into his kitchen and I’m embarrassed to say, it may be cleaner than mine. Oy!! Since he’s doing all this clean-up for my sister Molly’s visit, I volunteered to fix supper tonight. He gave me some beets, carrots and romaine and cos lettuce from his organic garden and a few black bass from his freezer. He says he prefers his fish broiled, not fried.

That man is just full of surprises. He’s coming over shortly, so I’ll do the Tuesday comedy dump and finish up with supper. Enjoy!

http://www.salon.com/comics/tomo/2008/06/10/tomo/

OK. Now I know why they really got me out of the slammer. Bush is in Europe and is insisting on face time at the Holy See with “some kinder religious feller or sumpin’” and no one else can stand to be in the same room with him. I find him a textbook example of Hapsburg Syndrome - the end result of generations of blood-blue inbreeding. As long as he doesn’t sit in one of the Papal waste baskets and roll himself around on the floor like the last time…

Here’s a story you may not find in the official bio from the McCain 2008 campaign.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1024927/The-wife-John-McCain -callously-left-behind.html

I don’t know why McCain dumped his first wife. So when he came back from the Hanoi Hilton and she was 5″ shorter because of her accident - Hell’s bells what’s the problem? I mean finally he was taller than his wife! Geez! Is he nuts or something?

Sorry, Chris, I didn’t mean to stir up bad karma. It’s just that this story is eerily similar to Newt Gingrich’s demand that his wife sign the divorce papers while she was in the hospital bed, groggily recovering from cancer treatment.

The Republicans are the political party of family values and the irony meter was buried in the red. Plus, it’s the whole character issue. He’s waving the flag, recalling his imprisonment during the Vietnam War, which is admirable and admittedly, not many people could have survived that ordeal. But this is the other side of that same coin and maybe voters need to hear about that, as well as his heroics.

Ahem, Carlos IV….As Cooper (and many others) have noted, I do not have much common sense or practical knowledge (the babies don´t come in the mail? How about UPS?).

However, if there is one thing I DO know, it is 17th century Spanish history, and that Carlos IV was NOT a Hapsburg (although given all the inbreeding, he probably was vaguely related). Carlos II was the last Hapsburg. Carlos IV was a Borbón (equally inbred and hapless, but more French).