Say it ain’t so….
Shamelessly hijacked from:::b3ta challenge: the saddest picture in the world
Month: October 2008
Meet Joe What’s His Name
Joe The Plumber?
Joe Six Pack?
Being a Joe is now cool.
Well.
I declare today until election day
” Name Yourself Joe Day.”
Okay.
I’ll start it off with my new name.
I am going to call myself…
JOE MAMA
Wow, that was fun.
I’ll be darned if Caribou Barbie and Johnny McInsane aren’t
doing something productive for our Country after all!
moar funny pictures
Sing It With Me Now…”Hey Sarah Palin”
Hey Sarah Palin, do you tell them in Wasilla
That 4,000 years ago we roamed the planet with Godzilla
Is it true
I am so fucking scared of you
As number 2
Hey Sarah Palin, I think Alaska’s very pretty
But just 100,000 people more than Oklahoma City
Yes it’s true
Go look it up, Im telling you
Oh man, were through
Oh, if you become VP, oh, its Canada for me (2x)
Its Canada for me
Hey Sarah Palin, did you really once inquire
Whether you could throw library books into a big bonfire
God, my eyes
This really might be our demise
This pack of lies
Hey Sarah Palin, just because you’re good at shootin
Doesn’t mean you have the ammo to negotiate with Putin
Are you on coke
This fucking countrys up in smoke
Oh what a joke
Chorus
Oh, if you become VP, oh what will it mean for me (2x)
Bridge
Just because I can see the moon
Doesn’t make me an astronaut, you loon
Your foreign policy expertise is pooh
Do you really think a woman commits
To a candidate just because she has tits
Please tell me that this ticket is not true
I thought that there could be no worse
Than Cheney, but here you are, I curse
The madman who would cast a vote for you
And McCain too
Hey Sarah Palin, is it media distortion
Or would you tell a girl whos raped that she could not have an abortion
Its a new low
Who knows just how far you would go
Id rather vote for Ross Perot
Hey Sarah Palin I dont know
Where can we go
Performed by MC Howie and Julie K
I don’t know who they are or where they came from
but my guess is they are like all of us.
Only funnier.
Doctor Who IS Funny
There’s No Other Crowd He’d Rather Be Palling Around With
Obama roasts McCain and it’s mmmmm, mmmmm good.
Oh, he roasts himself too.
With style…of course.
From The Al Smith Dinner
the beginning
the closing
Forever Wolfgang
July 1991-
October 17, 2007
Oh Gampy
Why do a post debate summary when pictures like this are out there?
This Is McCain’s Brain On Reality…
Vodpod videos no longer available.
more about “McCain’s Brain Does It Again“, posted with vodpod
From the guys at Secret Sauce TV
and
of course…
McCain’s Brain!
Guess What I Did
I was in Iowa for a week.
Seriously.
That’s where I was.
And they didn’t kick me out, or send a Priest ( of which there are about a bazillion in Dubuque alone ) to follow me around or wait under my window at night Father Merrin style.
I think I’ll be visiting again soon.
Probably I should let them recover
first.
It’s a long story.
Empty Chairs
I think that in the future when people ask me
what was it like during the war
I’m going to play this song for them.
Thank you Ronnie Ray for being a voice for us now.
“Empty Chairs”
Center stage has changed so many times with the Bush administration, it’s as if one act leaves, and instantly another takes its place. The bail out, the economy, has now taken front and center leaving those who were sent to find WMD’s and bring Bush’s brand of democracy to Iraq… the forgotten ones.
I for one won’t forget, and hope you all remember names like Rumsfeld, Cheney, Rice, Powell, and the great and powerful Oz himself, George W. Bush. History will not be kind, that is if we have any history left.
I wish you all a full tank and a full belly.
Ronnie Ray Jenkins
“Empty Chairs”
The old fat men in Washington
Sit round and order up young guns,
And blame it all on 9-1-1
Their drumbeats rattle on and on.
With slapped high-fives from greasy palms
An pockets stuffed with corporate funds
Protecting their daughters, protecting their sons
Their drumbeats rattle on and on.
Somewhere in some town today
Called anywhere, USA
A family sits with heads bowed down
The drumbeats rattle on and on.
Chorus:
Empty chairs in the kitchen
Empty chairs in the hall
Empty chairs by the thousands,
They heeded the call.
Trusting those in suits and ties
Believing in their bloody lies
In God, we trusted Washington
Their drumbeats rattle on and on.
The chair that once was Johnny’s,
Where he ate his apple pie
Sets empty since last Friday
His mother told me as she cried.
She said, her boy died somewhere out there
Among the dates and palms
Forgotten down in Washington
The drumbeats rattle on and on.
Repeat Chorus:
Irregular Bones 