Memories Are Made Of This

Remember that day when Puppeteer Obama dropped the strings to his Puppet Joe Biden three times?
-Sheila Tolley-

HOORAY for Copy & Paste & Paste & Paste

A miracle at church


Musk might be in your car.


Thy rod and staff.


The Climate Editor:  Do you know what causes the weather, LL ?

The Planet Cat:   The sun, a little human mismanagement, the Earth’s orbit, and wind.  They all have some influence, like a recipe for a Vodka Gimlet.

Wind is my topic today.

Use these to see how your politician will vote after the election.

Too many countries jumped on the now, now, now do away with fossil fuels, use wind, use solar, and buy from Russia train.

The American West is in big trouble.

There are too many song choices.

This should get the Republicans to the polls.


The local politician didn’t realize that you have to be a national politician to kill enemies.

Bowser can let them pitch tents in BLM park.  They can also paint more BLM graffiti on the streets.

Two for one.

Maybe the Georgians have come to their senses.

My pesos are on the new member who doesn’t know what a woman is.


If a Republican HOR doesn’t impeach Joe and investigate Hunter they should resign.

The law sux.

Fentanyl kills over 100,000 a year, but our borders are still open.  The feds don’t care.

We see this every day, and the politicians say, ” these people need to serve their complete previous sentence “.  It won’t end until the families of crime victims organize and support the politicians who will protect them.  Another great cover-up is anything the feds say about protecting national security.

An update.

Good help is hard to find…..


Hell’s Angels…

South Carolina – Hells Angels MC World


A group of HELL’S ANGELS, South Carolina bikers were riding east on 378 when they saw a girl about to jump off the Pee Dee River Bridge. So they stopped.

Rod, their leader, a big burly man of 53, gets off his Harley, walks through a group of gawkers, past the State Trooper who was trying to talk her down off the railing, and says, “Hey Baby . . whatcha doin’ up there on that railin’?”

She says tearfully, “I’m going to commit suicide!!”

Why don’t you give ol’ Rod here your best last kiss?

So, with no hesitation at all, she leaned back over the railing and did just that . . and it was a long, deep, lingering kiss followed immediately by another even better one.

After they breathlessly finished, Rod gets a big thumbs-up approval from his biker-buddies, the onlookers, and even the State Trooper, and then says,

“Wow! That was the best kiss I have ever had!
That’s a real talent you’re wasting there, Sugar Shorts.
You could be famous if you rode with me.
Why are you committing suicide?”

“My parents don’t like me dressing up like a girl.”

It’s unclear if she jumped or was pushed.