This is unusual. A guy tries to hold up a drugstore and a gas station using an odd choice for a weapon. The criminal was wielding a blowtorch. (He tried to rob a GAS STATION with a blowtorch? ) He failed in both attempts.
The man escaped after a fight with the gas station attendant. He was described as 5′ - 2″ in height, weighing 220 pounds and wearing a tan fishing hat. Hmmm.
Too short to be this guy:
(Besides, Earl Hindman is, sadly, dead. I think I miss Wilson the most from that show)
A self-proclaimed psychic and fortune teller pleaded guilty to taking more than two million dollars from elderly clients over an eight year period. The cop who was supposed to be investigating her also pleaded guilty to taking money from her to block the investigation.
Two million dollars over 8 years. That’s a quarter of a million dollars a year.
And I’m BLOGGING?
Wait, I see a great future……….
A young woman has had her prosthetic leg(s) stolen.
Again.
This is the second time in just three months. The second time. The mind boggles. Actually, I suspect someone has been watch A Christmas Story too much. They just wanted one of these:
Ok, if this guy is a heterosexual, my guess is he will never get another date in his home country of Russia. He announced that Russian women are too big to figure skate and were better suited to working on railroads in Siberia.
For his sake, I kind of hope he’s gay. Otherwise, he’s going to be very lonely.
Give me an “A”, give me an “I”, give me an “L”. What’s that spell? JAIL.
The North Korean Government has apparently sent 21 cheerleaders to prison. Their crime? Telling others what they saw on a trip to South Korea. In other words, telling the truth go them jailed. Lovely country.
Anyone care to guess why? Maybe because it’s much nicer in South Korea than in the North. And Kim doesn’t want that known.
Well, the newest completely fact-free meme running around on the left is that Cheney was drinking before his hunting accident. I really can’t state it better than Cathy Seipp did, so I won’t try.
But we now know where the real cover-up is! At Stanford University on the Left Coast, that’s where. Drunken trees, not drunken veeps!
It started this morning with freezing rain. A hard, almost metallic sounding tick, tick, ticking as the drops hit. Part of it was wet and froze on contact with the ground and covered the cars in ice; part of it was hard little pellets that stung when it hit exposed skin. The kids listened hopefully to the television, watching the scrolling list of delays and cancellations. Schools all around us were starting two hours late. The next district over from us closed completely. Their hopes diminished as it came closer and closer to time for the bus to arrive. But they held on until it was time to go out. Hope dies slowly when praying for a snow day. Snow day, that magical phrase from childhood. A day to sit around, watch television, read, goof off or just pick on your siblings until you drive your parents out of their minds. Snow days were different when I was a kid. There weren’t as many as there are today. Of course, we also didn’t have busing in the city I grew up in. Television during the day was just a few network affiliates showing daytime soap operas, so that wasn’t much fun. But there was always the get on your siblings’ last nerve to fall back on. We did that a lot in our house anyway, didn’t really need a snow day. Today we have busing, with long rural routes out where we live. The roads are often unpaved and can be treacherous when the ice forms. So they cancel school pretty regularly. The kids have satellite television now, so there’s usually something they can watch. And there are always video games to play; sometimes board games come out of the closets, too. Yet they still excel at picking on each other. They find a chink in one another’s armor and dig mercilessly at it until everyone is unhappy. By the next day, everyone is ready to go back to school. Well, we finally got a bit of snow. It’s really been a mild winter here so far.
Our lovely Mainstream Media and their fellow travelers on the hard left have more in common with the Islamofascists every day.
The Islamofascists whip up a frenzy by getting Mullahs and Imams to scream about the offense against Islam given by a few relatively mild cartoons published in a small Danish newspaper. They provide rent-a-mobs to riot and burn embassies and KFC restaurants.
The American media attempts to whip up a frenzy over the Vice President’s shooting accident over the weekend. They are screaming and carrying on because the “White House waited almost 24 hours” before telling them about the incident. They continue to flog this, feigning outrage that the White House press secretary attempted to make a small joke about the incident while gleefully publishing every joke they could find made by late night talk show hosts.
The American media, with only a few exceptions, have refused to print the Muslim-offending cartoons “out of respect” for Islam. No such respect is shown to fellow Americans. The ghouls in the press corps surround the hospital the shooting victim is in. You can tell from the commentary that they really don’t want the man to recover. The Koz Kidz are openly speculating on what to do when the man dies, making unfounded accusations that alcohol was involved and in general acting like the Jihadi rent-a-mobs. Without the rioting. But I’m sure someone over there will be calling for that soon, too.
All this serves to take the media focus off real problems that should be getting coverage. There were riots in Pakistan that reportedly had 70,000 people involved. The Iranians have restarted uranium enrichment. Ah well, much easier to whip up a frothing rage over an accident.
At the funeral home where they met…….
Well, it’s not the strangest place ever picked for a wedding. This guy once performed a marriage ceremony for a couple. They were in a whirlpool tub filled with orange Jello…….He’s got some other ones that are funny, too.
What concerns me about this story is that the bride and groom, Daisy Judy and John Franko, have FOUR first names between them. That’s the real problem here!
And sheep are nervous!
A Michigan man who pleaded no contest to charges of sodomizing a sheep will have to register as a sex offender. He was apparently caught red - er - handed by the sheep’s owner, but they still matched “genetic material” found in the sheep to the offender.
They ran a rape kit on a sheep? Even though he was caught in the act?
Things must be pretty slow for the sheriff’s office in Calhoun County…..
But registering as a sheep molester serves no good purpose. Sheep can’t read…….
I give the tagline I used below, then I find this on FARK.
The Democrats have a huge image problem. Many people have noticed they are simply not credible on National Defense. There are many, many people out there who have made comments like “I voted for Bush only because he was strong on defense”.
So, the Democrats need to get credible. One way to do that is to run candidates who happen to be veterans of the Iraq war and dislike the administration’s policies. The Senate race in Ohio was a case in point. The Democrats recruited Paul Hackett, a war veteran, to run there.
Then they decided to go with a different candidate who happens to already be in Congress. They went so far as to call Mr. Hackett’s contributors and ask them not to give any more money to him.
Mr. Hackett dropped out of the race today. He’s also likely dropping out of politics altogether.
Who the hell is doing their strategy? Alfred E. Newman?
My wife is my best friend. She is the mother of my children, even to the older two who are not really hers. She is the best fan I have ever had. She encourages me, stands by me and loves me, even though I am far from perfect. She puts up with my moods and my hobbies.
On this Valentine’s Day, I bought her flowers and a card. That’s all she will want and she’ll likely be somewhat miffed that I even bought those for her. She’s funny like that. But still, I had to do something to show her I love her.
I am also in charge of getting flowers to my son’s fiancé today. He’s at Fort Riley preparing to deploy to Iraq and asked me to help him out. So I had the florist deliver two bouquets today. I think he feels the same way about his intended as I feel about my wife.
I hope he does. There is no better feeling than being loved.
Today we have reporters and editors all over the MSM carrying on about Cheney and his hunting accident. Reporters are whining that they weren’t told about the accident soon enough. Editors are whining about the dark conspiracies. The NYT really steps in it be declaring:
“The vice president appears to have behaved like a teenager who thinks that
if he keeps quiet about the wreck, no one will notice that the family car is
missing its right door.”
To which one has to answer: Chappaquidick
I swear these clowns would be pathetic if they weren’t so potentially dangerous.
By the way, the local sheriff’s office cleared Cheney of any wrongdoing in the accident.
Update: And a lot of these jokes from TV “comedians” are frankly not very good. They really blew it by trying to get too political. They don’t need to be ham handed to be funny. (And I thought my joke was ‘way better, too!)
The spokesman for the new Ex-Dictator Diet!
So Saddam isn’t eating. Good for him. Maybe he’ll understand what it was like for many of his victims then.
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