Archive | December 6, 2018



Which DemocRAT will be dropped from the Senate Judiciary Committee,   Spartacus or Kamala.  They lose one with the R’s at 53 seats in the Senate now.


The  Editor:  Who is monkeying around, LL ?

See No Evil Cat:  The U. S. Government, as usual.  This is a sad story, the animals should have been euthanized.

One day New York City is going to be taken over by rats.

If you want to see what is causing allergies, see what chemicals and genetic changes have been done to food in the last thirty ( 30 ) years.

Don’t mess with any sanctuary city.

I love word play….I am a chronic lexophiliac!

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Lexophile describes those that have a love for words, such as “you can tune a piano, but you can’t tuna fish,” or “To write with a broken pencil is pointless” An annual competition is held by the New York Times to see who can create the best original lexophile.


This year’s winning submission is posted at the very end.


No matter how much you push the envelope, it’ll still be stationery.


If you don’t pay your exorcist, you can get repossessed.


I’m reading a book about anti-gravity. I just can’t put it down.


I didn’t like my beard at first. Then it grew on me.


Did you hear about the crossed-eyed teacher who lost her job because she couldn’t control her pupils?


When you get a bladder infection, urine trouble.


When chemists die, they barium.


I stayed up all night to see where the sun went, and then it dawned on me.


I changed my iPod’s name to Titanic. It’s syncing now.


England has no kidney bank, but it does have a Liverpool .


Haunted French pancakes give me the crepes.


This girl today said she recognized me from the Vegetarians Club, but I’d swear I’ve never met herbivore .


I know a guy who’s addicted to drinking brake fluid, but he says he can stop any time.


A thief who stole a calendar got twelve months .


When the smog lifts in Los Angeles, U.C.L.A.


I got some batteries that were given out free of charge.


A dentist and a manicurist married. They fought tooth and nail .


A will is a dead giveaway.


With her marriage, she got a new name and a dress.


Police were summoned to a daycare center where a three-year-old was resisting a rest.


Did you hear about the fellow whose entire left side was cut off? He’s all right now.


A bicycle can’t stand alone; it’s just two tired.


The guy who fell onto an upholstery machine last week is now fully recovered.


He had a photographic memory but it was never fully developed.


When she saw her first strands of gray hair, she thought she’d dye.


Acupuncture is a jab well done. That’s the point of it.


Those who get too big for their britches will be totally exposed in the end.


Poem for the Day

This Death Warrant may not be a poem in rhyme……BUT, it certainly is Poetic Justice.

-Sheila Tolley-

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Judge Issac Parker’s Death Warrant for a man convicted of rape and murder of a young girl. Judge Parker often called the “Hanging Judge,” operating out of Fort Smith, Arkansas ruled over the lawless land of Indian Territory in the late 1800s. During Judge Parker’s 21 year tenure at Fort Smith, he sentenced 160 men and women to death for convictions of Rape or Murder; of this total, only 79 men actually were executed on the gallows. The Judge did not attend the executions or participate in them in any official capacity.

Note: Oklahoma Territory (what is now basically Western Oklahoma) and Indian Territory (what is now basically Eastern Oklahoma) were seperate areas until the two territories were combined to become the state of Oklahoma, in 1907.


Jose Manuel Miguel Xavier Gonzales,
      in a few months it will be Spring,
      the snow of Winter will flee away,
      the ice will vanish,
      and the air will become soft and balmy.

In short, Jose Manuel Xavier Gonzales,
      the annual miracle of the year’s awakening will come to pass,
      but you won’t be here.

The rivulet will run its purling course to the sea,
      the timid desert flowers will put forth their tender shoots,
      the glorious valleys of this imperial domain will blossom as the rose,
      still you won’t be here.

From every tree top some wildwood songster will carol his mating song,
      butterflies will sport in the sunshine,
      the busy bee will hum happily as it pursues its accustomed vocation,
      the gentle breezes will tease the tassels of wild grasses,
      and all nature.

Jose Manuel Miguel Xavier Gonzales, we will be glad,
      but you won’t be here to enjoy it,
      for I command the Sheriff or some officer or,
      officers of this county to lead you out to some remote spot,
      swing you up by the neck to a nodding bough of some sturdy oak,
      and there let you hang till you are dead, dead, dead.

And then, Jose Manuel Miguel Xavier Gonzales, I command further,
      that such officer or officers retire quietly,
      from your swinging, dangling corpse,
      that the vultures may descend from the heavens,
      upon your filthy body and pick the putrid flesh there,
      till nothing remains but the bare bleached bones of a cold-blooded,
      blood-thirsty, guilty sheep-herding son-of-a-bitch!”

District Judge