Good Night Now…Me and Bobby McGee

Two Sisters….


Two sisters, one blonde and one brunette, inherit the family ranch.    Unfortunately, after just a few years, they are in financial trouble.

 In order to keep the bank from repossessing the ranch, they need to purchase a bull so that they can breed their own stock.

Upon leaving with $600, the brunette tells her sister, ‘When I get there, if I decide to buy the bull, I’ll contact you to drive out after me and haul it home.’

The brunette arrives at the man’s ranch, inspects the bull, and decides she wants to buy it.  The man tells her that he will sell it for $599, no less.  After paying him, she drives to the nearest town to send her sister a telegram to tell her the news.

She walks into the telegraph office, and says, ‘I want to send a telegram to my sister telling her that I’ve bought a bull for our ranch.  I need her to hitch the trailer to our pickup truck and drive out here so we can haul it home.’

The telegraph operator explains that he’ll be glad to help her, then adds, it  will cost 99 cents a word.  Well, after paying for the bull, the brunette realizes that she’ll only be able to send her sister one word.

After a few minutes of thinking, she nods and says, ‘I want you to send her the  word ‘comfortable.’

The operator shakes his head. ‘How is she ever going to know that you want her to hitch the trailer to your pickup truck and drive out here to haul that bull back  to your ranch if you send her just the word ‘comfortable?’

The brunette explains, ‘My sister’s blonde.  The word is big. She’ll read it very slowly.


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I would love the opportunity to say this face-to face to Fauci, Biden and their whole damn crowd:



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Respect the one who folds your parachute…



Charles Plumb was a US Navy jet pilot in Vietnam. After 75 combat missions, his plane was destroyed by a surface-to-air missile. Plumb ejected and parachuted into enemy hands. He was captured and spent 6 years in a communist Vietnamese prison. He survived the ordeal and now lectures on lessons learned from that experience!

One day, when Plumb and his wife were sitting in a restaurant, a man at another table came up and said, ‘ You’re Plumb! You flew jet fighters in Vietnam from the aircraft carrier Kitty Hawk. You were shot down!

‘How in the world did you know that?’ asked Plumb.

‘I packed your parachute,’ the man replied.

Plumb gasped in surprise and gratitude.

The man pumped his hand and said, ‘I guess it worked!’

Plumb assured him, ‘It sure did. If your chute hadn’t worked, I wouldn’t be here today.’

Plumb couldn’t sleep that night, thinking about that man. Plumb says, ‘I kept wondering what he had looked like in a Navy uniform: a white hat; a bib in the back; and bell-bottom trousers.

I wonder how many times I might have seen him and not even said ‘Good morning, how are you?’ or anything because, you see, I was a fighter pilot and he was just a sailor.’ Plumb thought of the many hours the sailor had spent at a long wooden table in the bowels of the ship, carefully weaving the shrouds and folding the silks of each chute, holding in his hands each time the fate of someone he didn’t know.

Now, Plumb asks his audience, ‘Who’s packing your parachute?’ Everyone has someone who provides what they need to make it through the day. He also points out that he needed many kinds of parachutes when his plane was shot down over enemy territory – he needed his physical parachute, his mental parachute, his emotional parachute, and his spiritual parachute. He called on all these supports before reaching safety.

Sometimes in the daily challenges that life gives us, we miss what is really important. We may fail to say hello, please, or thank you, congratulate someone on something wonderful that has happened to them, give a compliment, or just do something nice for no reason. As you go through this week, this month, this year, recognize people who pack your parachutes.


I am sending you this as my way of thanking you for your part in packing my parachute. And I hope you will send it on to those who have helped pack yours!

Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word. Maybe this could explain it! When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do – you forward jokes. And to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important, you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you get? A forwarded joke.

So, my friend, next time when you get a joke, don’t think that you’ve been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you’ve been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile, just helping you pack your parachute.

Many Thanks, My Friend…





This could be good news.

Mayor Lightfoot ( D-ILL ) has Chicago number 1 in murders and rats.  You go kemosabe.


You go Joe.—freedom-n2597861


Investigator Cat thinks this incident was PLANNED–no prop manager needs live ammo on a set.


The Alec Baldwin accident is terrible.  There is no need for real guns as this article points out. The diagram  looks like a rifle and shotgun cartridge.  The video is for our loyal readers unfamiliar with guns and ammunition.


Supremes let Texas law stand.


Chicago residents deserve what they voted for, and submit to, just like California, Oregon, and Washington State.

Jen says skip P & G products.


Congress sent our jobs to China–vote them out.  Business saved a few bucks, give cash for Christmas.

Bezos says lower your expectations.  The next 11 months gives you a chance to test drive Socialism & Marxism.  If you don’t like them, too bad.  When the platforms for Facebook & Twitter go out things will get serious.

The TSA says jab it–FJB.


The Classified Editor:  Are there any secret identity’s left in America, LL ?

The Confidential Cat:  There aren’t many.  We uncovered one more traitor this week.  We knew she was a commie, but we now have film evidence.  She is unimportant, just a mouthpiece for the Billionaires.  Our first video is her as a school girl.

She graduated and went to work for Spectrademsblmantifalgbtqioulsmft.

Fortunately, Sean Connery was still Bond, James Bond, and saved the day.

Jen is more focused than Baghdad Bob during the Iraq war.

Jen loves to dis (respect) Americans.

Your body would be yours for an abortion, but theirs for a vaxx.

Jen sings this song at church (  of Satan ).