You all know how I feel about the Fair Tax, and I'm not alone. Two enterprising people have established a really good resource page about everthing to do with the Fair Tax.

Thanks to the fine page that Jessica Crane and Jonathan Schrader have put together, I found a group that calls themselves The Boston Tea Party that has written a song about it.

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With all the litigation concerning firearms, where the manufacturers are being sued because the owners are misusing their weapons, I thought this comparison might warrent revisiting:

There has been a mini-furor over some recent remarks by the Shrill Beast of New York. I don'ty worry too much about it, because I know that it was just kicking off an advertising campaign for a new product of hers....well, actually, it's a product long utilyzed by the DNC, but now they have a new spokesfigure:

H/T to Catfish

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Found this via Acidman, and tyhought it might be interesting to see how well traveled I am in comparison with some of my readers...

Here's the States I've traveled:

create your own visited states map
or check out these Google Hacks.

Here's the countries:


create your own visited countries map
or vertaling Duits Nederlands

How about you?

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Sorry about the lightweight postings; I've just been too busy with our new boarders and my Mother being in the hospital.

Hope to have some good political stuff soon..With Pelosi, Dean, Gore, and Shillery doing their best to get face time, I'm sure there will be some good blog fodder.

You Are a Boston Creme Donut

You have a tough exterior. No one wants to mess with you. But on the inside, you're a total pushover and completely soft. You're a traditionalist, and you don't change easily. You're likely to eat the same doughnut every morning, and pout if it's sold out.

Sounds like me...And If Kennedy can be a jelly donut, I guess a Boston Creme isn't all that bad.

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Lawyers should never ask a Southern grandma a question if they aren't
prepared for the answer.

In a trial, a Southern small-town prosecuting attorney called his first witness, a grand motherly, elderly woman to the stand. He approached her and asked, "Mrs. Jones, do you know me?"

She responded, "Why, yes, I do know you, Mr. Williams. I've known you
since you were a young boy, and frankly, you've been a big
disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, and you
manipulate people and talk about them behind their backs. You think
you're a big shot when you haven't the brains to realize you never will
amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you."

The lawyer was stunned! Not knowing what else to do, he pointed
across the room and asked, "Mrs. Jones, do you know the defense
attorney?"

She again replied, "Why, yes, I do. I've known Mr. Bradley since he was
a youngster, too. He's lazy, bigoted, and he has a drinking problem.
He can't build a normal relationship with anyone and his law practice is
one of the worst in the entire state. Not to mention he cheated on his wife
with three different women. One of them was your wife. Yes, I know him."

The defense attorney almost died.

The judge asked both counselors to approach the bench, and in a very
quiet voice, said, "If either of you bastards asks her if she knows me,
I'll throw your sorry asses in jail for contempt."

Need I say Who sent me this?!

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A man and his wife were driving home one very cold night when
the wife asks her husband to stop the car.

There was a baby skunk lying at the side of the road, and she got out to see if it was still alive.

It was, and she said to her husband, "It's nearly frozen to
death. Can we take it with us, get it warm, and let it go in the morning?"

He says, "O.K., get in the car with it."

"Where shall I put it to get it warm?" she asked.

"Put it in between your legs. It's nice and warm there," he suggested.

"But what about the smell?" she asked.

"Just hold its nose."

...the man is expected to recover, but the skunk she used to beat him
with died at the scene.

Yep!, Catfish again....

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I get on the plane and I'm sitting there by the window with two vacant seats when another man sat down in the aisle seat and put his black Labrador Retriever in the middle seat next to me.

I'm wondering about the dog and I ask why the dog is allowed on the plane. The man explained that he is a DEA agent and that the dog is a "sniffing dog." His name is Sniffer and he's the best there is. I'll show you once we get airborne and I put him to work.

The plane takes off, and once it has leveled out, the agent says: "Watch this." He tells Sniffer to "search."

Sniffer jumps down, walks along the aisle, and finally sits very purposefully next to a woman for a several seconds. Sniffer then returns to its seat and puts one paw on the agent's arm.

The agent says, "Good boy," and he turns to the man and says "that woman is in possession of marijuana, so I'm making a note of her seat number and the authorities will apprehend her when we land."

I say "that's pretty neat."

Once again, the agent sends Sniffer to search the aisles The Lab sniffs about, sits down beside a man for a few seconds, returns to its seat, and this time, he places TWO paws on the agent's arm. The agent says, "That man is carrying cocaine, so, again, I'm making a note of his seat number for the police."

"I like it!" I tell him.

The agent then told Sniffer to "search" again. Sniffer walked up and down the aisles for a little while, sat down for a moment, and then came racing back to the agent, jumped into the middle seat and pooped.

I was really grossed out by this behavior and can't figure out how or why a well-trained dog would act like that, so I ask the agent "what's going on?"

The agent nervously replied, "He just found a bomb!"

H/T to Catfish

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Mom's not doing well, although the good news is that they don't believe she has any anuerisms in the brain. They now think that she has a one somewhere in her colon, however. They also determioned that she had a form of pneumonia, which is complicating treating the blood clot there. They have been giving her about two units of blood fraction every two days, but the hemacrit level keeps falling

The drugs they had given her initially had put her into a coma, which she has been coming out of for the last three days, with mixed results, there have been some short periods of violent physical and verbal reactions, followed by a period of lucidity, then calm semi-catatonia.

The violent ranting episodes have really unnerved my dad; to see the woman he's been married to for 53 years, who wouldn't say the word "damn" if she were roasting over hot coals, suddenly become a shreiking flailing harpy with language that would embarrass a stevedore will do that, I guess. The doctors ordered restraints, which upset him even more. So he's been experiencing a stomach bleed himself; old news for him, and just caused by the stress, but still, another complication for him to deal with.

We'll just have to trust that the doctors are able to keep the fine balance in the treatments for the ailments afflicting her without causeing more damage. It's tricky, since every treatment for one aspect is contraindicated for the other three, and the compounding of all effedcts from the four different treatments is greater than the sum of the parts.

But they think that now they have enough information to start to make some real headway. We can only trust that they are correct. There is a reason that they call it the "ART" of medicine. Although science is involved, the instincts and "touch" of the pratitioner seems to be the factor that makes the real difference.

Please keep those good thoughts and prayers coming.

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Myfriend Catfish sent me this WVM of a car designed to convert a biker into a car buff...it succeeded with me..I would ALMOST be willing to forgo a brand new Goldwing in favor of one of these.

It's a street legal, two seater race car, powered by a honda Vtek supercharged engine..the engine can develop 300bph at 8600 rpm, and with a body wgt of only 578KG; the effective power availible is almost 600bph. It can do 0 to 60 mph in 2.9 seconds. Best of all, prices start at around $42,000 new. Lot of money, yes, but when you consider that the weakest motor option gives you a better weight to power ratio than a Porsche 911, that's dirt cheap. In the most powerful motor option, the only thing that will beat it is a Ferarri Testarosa, which STARTS at the $250,000 range.

And yes, they DO have a dealership in the U.S.
Damn you Catfish, for giving me a new jones that I can't requite!

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We disparage blonds all the time, but the truth is that they are just as any other people in intelligence.

Some use their incisive logic to cut right to the chase in geometric problems.

Look below the fold to see if she wasn't correct.

H/T to Catfish more...

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March 1, 2006, will be a sad day indeed for all of us "gun nuts". It will be the last day of the REAL Winchester rifle. When the Repeating Arms Co. closes it's doors on that day for the last time, it will truly be the end of an era.

The Winchester was the "rifle that won the West", and although the name may go on, a Belgian,Japanese, or Portugese product isn't the real thing. All the old style models will be discontinued, including the venerable model 94, arguably the finest rifle ever made. For those of you lucky enough to own one of these fine products of the armorers art, HOLD ON TO THEM. They are going to treble in worth in March. I had hoped to own a Model 94 one day, but with the coming price rise, that will never occur.

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An honest man was being tailgated by a
stressed out woman on a busy boulevard.
Suddenly, the light turned yellow, just
in front of him.

He did the right thing, stopping at the
crosswalk, even though he could have
beaten the red light by accelerating through
the intersection.

The tailgating woman hit the roof, and the
horn, screaming in frustration as she missed
her chance to get through the intersection,
dropping her cell phone and makeup.

As she was still in mid-rant, she heard a
tap on her window and looked up into the
face of a very serious police officer.

The officer ordered her to exit her car with
her hands up.

He took her to the police station where she
was searched, finger printed, photographed,
and placed in a holding cell.

After a couple of hours, a policeman
approached the cell and opened the door.

She was escorted back to the booking desk
where the arresting officer was waiting with
her personal effects.

He said, "I'm very sorry for this mistake. You
see, I pulled up behind your car while you
were blowing your horn, flipping off the guy
in front of you, and cussing a blue streak at
him.

"I noticed the 'Choose Life' license plate holder,
the 'What Would Jesus Do' bumper sticker,
the 'Follow Me to Sunday- School' bumper
sticker, and the chrome-plated Christian
Fish emblem on the trunk.

Naturally... I assumed you had stolen the car."

. . priceless

H/T to Jack

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After the southern tourist had been served in a Las Vegas cocktail lounge, he beckoned the waitress back and said quietly, "Miss, y'all sure are a luvly, luvly lady; can ah persuade y'all to give me uh piece of ass?"

"Lord, that's the most direct proposition I've ever had!" gasped the girl.

Then she looked around the room, smiled and added, "Sure, why not? You're nice lookin' too and it's pretty slow here right now, so why don't we just slip away up to my room?"

When the pair returned half an hour later, the man sat down at the same table and the waitress asked, "Will there be anything else, sir?"

"Why yes," replied the southern gentleman. "Ah sure'preciate what y'all just did for me; it was real sweet and right neighbourly. But where ah come from in Georgia, we lack our bourbon real cold, so ah still need to trouble y'all for a piece uh ass for mah drink."

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This may come as a surprise to those of you not living in Las Vegas, but there are more Catholic churches there than casinos. Not surprisingly, some worshippers at Sunday services will give casino chips rather than cash when the basket is passed.

Since they get chips from so many different casinos, the churches have devised a method to collect the of ferings. The churches send all their collected chips to a nearby Franciscan Monastery for sorting and then the chips are taken to the casinos of origin and cashed in.

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This is done by the chip monks.

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Didn't see it comin' did ya?!?!

H/T to Catfish

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A guy goes to his doctor and says, "Doc, I have a problem. My girlfriend is sleeping over this Friday, my ex-wife is sleeping over this Saturday and my wife is coming home Sunday."

"I need 3 Viagra pills to satisfy them all."

The doctor says, "You know 3 Viagra pills 3 nights in a row is pretty dangerous for any man. I will give them to you on the condition that you return to my office on Monday so that I can check you out."

The man says, "You have a deal Doc."

Monday morning the man returns with his arm in a sling.

The doctor asks, "What happened"?

The man answered, "Nobody showed up!"

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I was walking downtown the other day near one of those hotels where visiting celebraties stay and I happened to find a wallet. Well, being the good samaritan that I am, I opened it to see if I could see who's it was so I could return it.

Seems it belonged to someone named Dean. A Mr. H. Dean to be exact. From Vermont, according to his driver's license. Someone from the Mayor's office said they'd make sure he got it back, since the Mayor and this Dean guy are acquainted or something.

I hope he gets it back soon. I'm sure he'd like to have it back, especially this card.

Seems he has only 5 more viewings before he gets in for free.

To the movie, that is. I can't vouch for the Mayor.

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John Stossel turns his spotlight on public education...his view? We're "stuck on stupid" and the major blame for it can be layed at the feet of the NEA for stifleing competition.

The time has come for vouchers, and more freedom in homeschooling.

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Seems Roy Nagin, mayor of New Orleans, is channeling Pat Robertson now...

Seems he thinks that God is angry at us, and destroyed NO to punish us for being in Iraq.

And to top it all off, he actually shows his racism by referring to NO as the "premier chocolate city in the US"...and he wasn't referring to bon-bons or non-pareils folks.

He goes on to relate imaginary converstions with MLK.

"go with the men in the white coats, Roy, they want to give you a nice vacation..don't mind the extra long sleeved jacket, they are the derigour apparell for the moonbat set right now"

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His Most Royal Highness, Emperor Darth Misha 1, reminds us to take a little trip down memeory lane as we listen to the Mugwumps of the DNC display their BDS as regards Iraq.

Maybe the LSM will give them a pass, but all the alert bloggers out there won't.

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Once again, Wild Thing demonstrates her artistry with photoshop to illustrate a salient point...America CAN do better!

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Once again the New York Slimes have resorted to the "fake but true" method of reporting. This time it was in the use of a photograph instead of words, but the effect is the same. The photo has been taken off the on-line edition of the paper, and a disclaimer correcting the original assertion that the ordnance in question was the remains of a rocket used by American forces was posted...but the damage was already done.

From the link above:

The picture shows a sad little boy, with a turbaned man next to him, a little bit further from the camera, amid the ruins of a house. Other men and boys peer in from the background. The photo is captioned:

“Pakistani men with the remains of a missile fired at a house in the Bajur tribal zone near the Afghan border.”

The story it accompanies is about the apparently failed attempt to take out al QaedaÂ’s #2 man al Zawahiri, with a missile attack from a Predator drone.

“How sad!” readers are encouraged to think. “These poor people are on the receiving end of awful weapons used by the clumsy minions of Bush. And all to no avail. Isn’t it terrible? Why must America do such horrible misdeeds? Bush must go!”

Anyone that had a passing aquaintence with military ordnance would immedietly identify the "remains of a missile fired from a Predator drone" as either a 152 or 155 MM artillery shell....a "dud' artillery shell, from the rifleing grooves on the body of the shell.

Seems that those vaunted "layers of fact checkers and editors" fell down on the job...AGAIN.

So..a photo is staged to give the impression of inept military action (American, that is) and to cast the opponents in a sorrowful light of the poor innocent victims of same. The action was real; there was a purported gathering of Al Quida operatives in the three houses struck by MISSILES, but the photo was fake, and presented in such a way to denigrate our soldiers. It was another case of "fake, but true" method of trying to shape public opinion..
It might have worked better if just one of those fact checkers knew the difference between their own black holes of ego driven agenda driven "reporting" and a blast hole from a 155MM shell.

Just incidentally..it appears that the shell has a fuse still attached, so anyone within ten yards of that shell was playing high explosive Russian roulette...no doubt that Bush would have been blamed for that as well..

Hey Achmed, hit that with a hammer!

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