Hillary wants to be our “Champion”!! \o/

Hillary wants to be our Champion! She’s gathering her breakfast of champions, one flake at a time.

Perhaps some people say she’s looking for a slogan for use on the campaign trail (mix) . Well, let me take the first stab at it and  hereby offer her my slogan for her personal use.

Since dog-whistle politicking has found favor among demoreps alike, my slogan should escape being misconstrued by diehard analysis-paralysis practitioners. *tricksy titters*

Welcome back, Tater!

 

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The ‘Castro Hour’ is about to begin! Grab a chair in the village square..and BE there!

I call it the ‘Castro Hour’ in dis(honor) of Fidel hisself, for all his speeches, sermons and harangues held for hours and days at a time, in the open, village square, perpetually, standing-room only*.  Why?  Because I couldn’t find a TV station that wasn’t showing the ‘Castro Hour’, that’s why!  And I thought the networks had come to their prez-O fatigue moment last year, not feeling compelled to carry every one of his appearances..several times..every day. There for awhile.  Better get those seats, folks, the name-calling begins now.  This is the time when everyone attending is announced so it will be known for eons this-or-that senator, this-or-that representative, this-or-that VIP, not-so-important attendees, SCOTUS, and not a mouse in sight, attended the occasion.  There was a time when I watched the State of the Union Address, filled with pride and hope – not  high on Hopium.  So without further ado…..SEND IN THE CLOWNS!!!.

UPDATE 1:  Grown-ups screeching?
UPDATE 2:  I didn’t know “clapping” came in cans like laughter.
UPDATE 3:  No one’s hands or arms have fallen off yet.
UPDATE 4:  Wow.  CONTRIVANCE EXTRAORDINAIRE!
UPDATE  5:  Phoney-baloney pomp & circumstance fit for a king.
UPDATE  6:  Well. That introduction was o.b.s.c.e.n.e.

Jim Hoft of Gateway Pundit, 2013 State of the Union Address – OPEN THREAD

UPDATE on Prez-O’s “skeet” shot (‘,’)

bamamoderndavycrockett‘I shot the sheriff, I did not shoot the deputy skeet throw-er’

OK, I’ve thought about this photo a little more and have come to the conclusion that it’s possible prez-O shot the clay-pigeon launcher or thrower because he’s put a bead on something directly in front of himself and most skeet shooters try not to shoot the launcher.  But that’s just my opinion *tricksy titters*  Let’s hope this is a “staged” shot.  Sorry, but I’m high on Hopium here.  How ’bout chu?

Private, er, parts of this website holding “Ellie” in SpamLand *wink*

Hiya Ellie, er, Wayne, of foreign allegiance in domicile .de/Germany.  Thanks for your comment which will not show up here for the simple reason that you are a liar, liar, pants on fire!  and never had a “similar” website  such as PuC’s <commontater.wordpress.com/the-wrecking-ball> albeit, with a “slightly different spelling”, because it ain’t, plus the fact that you’re being held “prisoner” in the spam hold *tricksy titters* of this ship.   No, I did not “click” on the URL link you provided <dewaynecagle@vegemail.com> ……………….because my readers will!

p.s. I don’t mean you no harm, Ellie – but you done tol’ me a lie – so good-bye!  Have a nice life.

A Sea of I CANs! But will Congress *get it*…? (‘ ,’)

Gotta problem. I don’t know why I still keep tabs on Congressional hearings via C-SPAN. I should make clear it’s NOT C-SPAN; for the most part they do a grand job. No, it’s the body of Congress; the House and Senate. Somewhere deep down, I think my head is going to explode while viewing their sandbox fighting tactics because – they don’t get it! They simply don’t get the message they are AMERICANS. Its Americans they represent. Not the globalists, socialists, Marxists and those who wear the Red Badge of NWO – who I think – ought to just pack up their desks and get on the next plane to a country where they will be welcomed with (open) arms. Their dog and pony show can go cargo so they won’t have to leave their raisin d’etre (sic) back home in stockades. Their bag of tricks stay in locked containers in the cargo area lest the uninformed and unwilling people sitting top side won’t be “magically” converted to the Far Left of the Moon (before) Landing. Ohh, I know, I’m too harsh. After all, this is America, where everyone is welcome…..yah…to take our traditions, philosophy and purpose, flush them down the toilet, and replace them with their bag of junk.  The same junk they just left their country to get away from.

So, let’s see here. They don’t leave their bag of junk in the country they “escape” from, to live in the “Land of Freedom”, nor do they pick up the American bag of Values. Hmm..I’m left thinking, they left their country with that bag of junk because they were NOT in control and didn’t like living under the Big Thumb. They whale in to our shore of prosperity so they can set up their own Big Thumb and dictate how Americans must behave, all while siphoning off the resources of our country.  Sooo.. I’m thinking, the Band of Political Correctness should join their compatriots in the Land of the Unfree of their own choice, of course.

Picture this: Americans move abroad to live in France, insist on the French speaking English for us, insist every file & form be written in English, then use their health facilities and expect them to foot the bill; trash all their policies, values and way of life and tell them their “cheese” stinks – all in the public arena. How do you think that would fly?

Ahh, yes, I digress. I was talking about the mass majority of aliens (outer space cadets) running our government, our lives, our cars (comic relief:-), their wars, our economy, and running over law-abiding Americans while throwing our nation under the bus. Good grief. My eyes are tired running lines over this page. But you get the drift.

So yes, I’m looking forward to the day I tune in to the House or Senate and before 10 minutes pass, there will be a sense of nirvana flowing through my very being because I’ll be thinking, then jubilating, OMG, they finally GET IT. No more DGIs loitering the halls of Congress. Only men and women hallowing our hallowed halls (say that 5 times fast *tricksy titters*), arms out-stretched toward the sky, shouting in unison, “We finally GET what you little people want from us! So sorry to be soo late to the party! We’re just like you little people, after all! We get it! We’re AMERICAN! We even like how it sounds!  A-MER-I-CAN.  Why, it’s like we are A Sea of I CANs! OH, DOG, I LOVE IT!”  The congressional members shake hands, throw air kisses, release balloons, all this, while picking tar from between their teeth and joyfully brushing off feathers from their unawares.

Then I woke up.

 

Veiled threat or ignorant posturing – you decide (“,)

Drudge, in big, larger-than-cockroach-sized red font, screams at me OBAMA WARNS ON HEALTHCARE RULING.  I think to myself:  someone’s gonna die.  If the ruling doesn’t go his way, that is.  But, then I remember something I read on some website, on some internet (Owl Gore’s possibly) that it was Chief Justice Roberts who put the kibosh on some lawyer’s uneligibility case to do with  King Obama.  (In a flash, I see myself overseas..blinded by the sun..somewhere very gritty..holding my hand out for a cold Bud..but I digress.)  Maybe it’s just me, but those words sure sound ominous and threatening – coming from the Leader of a free Republic – dontcha think?  But getting back to Roberts, he also served the bungling word-salad during Obama’s Swearing-In Oath, too, requiring a re-do elsewhere, remember?  What’s up with that?  And now, today,  I learn that, possibly, it might be Chief Justice Roberts who may write the majority opinion regarding the Affordable Care Act.  Do we think he might bungle that, too?  As in ruling the ACA constitutional?

Then I remember how Prez-O dissed the Supreme Court Justices during the State of the Union speech.

PuC thinks they ought to kick a leg out from under Prez-O’s high horse before he becomes king.  Just for fun.   That’s what PuC thinks.

At last! Some enlightenment… ;>

Our cornyspondent in Palace, Om Yummi, reports Swami Babba Dum Ass has been sitting askew thinking up names anew for our present predicament; seems even Swami’s not pleased with our pres(id)ent domestic state-of-mind and has offered some alternatives, for the pickin’,  for the Hope that went missing and the Change from your $3 bill.  We’re pleased to include Swami’s revered contribution to a new slogan more fitting of our pres(id)ent situation and our ever expanding abyss (in no particular order):

Hope and Change morphed into-

Dope and Lame
Nope and Same
Cope and Drain
Mope and Pain
Cope and Chain
Lope and Lame
Nope and Tame
Dope and Bane
&
Rope-a-Doped

Wow.  That’s cold, swami…   you could do with a new 8-ball, ya know.  tsk