flexeral and Diovan don't mix too well trogether, they constantly bicker about which of them incapacitates an operator. Upshot of it is, the "good day" I was experiencing earlier has totally TANKED' Trying to get the last of our goods out of the old Ex-wifes' extra room was truly, as the Chinese would say, an "interesting" and "stressfull situation".

So now I'm trying to make a post predicated on the fact that I will make a glorious and incredibably salient point that will make all the combatants stop and go "mmmm", and beging to see the error of their ways and all go get a Coke together as they sing Kum-BA-YA in the glades that will now be filling with Golden-horn Unicorns and massive numbers of Monarch butturflies; flyng amongst the everpresent rainbows glowing in the atmosphere.

Hell with it, pass the Rot-gut gin and extra dry vermouth and pimento olives and we'll sling some martinies together to make the night more palatable to continue to operate in.

The purpose of a good rant is to relieve some stress ,while, just possibly, educating and/or entertaining others as the same time you are exorcizing whatever demons happen to be plaguing worst at that pointg of time.

One PROBLEM...I have forgotten WHO the Combatants are/were, What is the exact issue in Contention between the Combatants are, and my keyboard is running over in pink marshmallow and toasted coconut shreds.

At least it's a tasty ending, even if I'll pay for it with ultra-high glucose readings in the morning...So pass those Martini's over here and lets subside into the depths of a hazy alcohol haze.

Excuse me for now,I believe I will begin my first hand study on my forthcoming micrograpth to be titled : "The study of Flexeril, ethenaol , and ambien combinations upon the human art perception systems in the middle-aged Caucasion Male with type 2 Diabetes and multiple Heart repairs in the past."
OR "SFEAC/MCwTP2D&MHD", for short, coming to a Borders near you...Unless the Neocons block the work as publishment for telling the truth .

Excuse me, that nice young man in the clean white coat has asked to engage me in some reparte; no don't to comprehend the genious that they think they

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Whatever your faith (OR LACK THEREOF), it's always a good idea to sometimes just take a little time and contemplate the events that have occurred over the last week. I believe that this music truly lends itself to such an activity, I hope you take the time to just sit quietly with your eyes closed let the music flow over you as you ponder life and any other mundane things. May this selection bring you a sense of peace and serenity as it did for me.

H/T to Mrs. Who at the House of Zathras

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“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It may be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron’s cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end, for they do so with the approval of their consciences.” — C.S. Lewis

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“We live in an age of science and of abounding accumulation of material things. These did not create our Declaration. Our Declaration created them. The things of the spirit come first. Unless we cling to that, all our material prosperity, overwhelming though it may appear, will turn to a barren sceptre in our grasp. If we are to maintain the great heritage which has been bequeathed to us, we must be like-minded as the fathers who created it.” —Calvin Coolidge

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“Those who beat their swords into plowshares will soon end up plowing the lands of those who didn’t.” - Robert Heinlein

How like Heinlein to make THE basic defense of a free society so succint.

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If you think these are funny; you just may be a true golfer, if you don't, heck with ya anyway.

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A gushy reporter told Phil Michelson, 'You are spectacular, your name is synonymous with the game of golf. You really know your way around the course. What's your secret?'

Michelson replied, 'The holes are numbered'
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A young man and a priest are playing together. At a short par-3 the priest asks, 'What are you going to use on this hole my son? '

The young man says, 'An 8-iron, father. How about you?'

The priest says, 'I'm going to hit a soft seven and pray. '

The young man hits his 8-iron and puts the ball on the green. The priest tops his 7-iron and dribbles the ball out a few yards.

The young man says, 'I don't know about you father, but in my church when we pray, we keep our head down.'
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Police are called to an apartment and find a woman holding a bloody 5-iron standing over a lifeless man.

The detective asks, 'Ma'am, is that your husband?'

'Yes' says the woman.

'Did you hit him with that golf club?

' Yes, yes, I did.'

The woman begins to sob, drops the club, and puts her, hands on her face.

'How many times did you hit him?'

'I don't know, five, six, maybe seven times.....just put me down for a five.'
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A golfer teed up his ball on the first tee, took a mighty swing and hit his ball into a clump of trees. He found his ball and saw an opening between two trees he thought he could hit through.

Taking out his 3-wood, he took another mighty swing; the ball hit a tree, bounced back, hit him in the forehead and killed him.

As he approached the gates of Heaven, St. Peter saw him coming and asked, 'Are you a good golfer', to which the man replied: 'Got here in two, didn't I?'
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The bride came down the aisle and when she reached the altar, the groom was standing there with his golf bag and clubs at his side.

She said:' What are your golf clubs doing here'?

He looked her right in the eye and said, 'This isn't going to take all day, is it?

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Thanks to Catfish

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Seems that Muslims haven't better things to do than be offended at anything and everything....now it's a PUPPY sitting in a policemans hat...in a PSA ad!

Here is the ad:

My suggestion to those shopkeepers that found that poster so offensive: boycott using that telephone number, or even better, that police force when trouble raises it's ugly head. Ululate on your prayer rug to your hearts content and then complain when the results aren't what you wish, at least then it will be obvious to even the most devoted diversity appeasement advocate just what an asshat you are.

Thanks to Misha for the link

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A husband emerged from the bathroom naked and was climbing into bed when his wife complained, as usual, 'I have a headache.'

'Perfect,' her husband said. 'I was just in the bathroom powdering my penis with aspirin. You can take it orally, or as a suppository, your choice.'

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