Three Amigos!

Well, well…looky what we got!
The Servant of Mexican Drug Cartels, The Daddy of Hunter Biden and the Son of Fidel Castro.
Doesn’t that  give you a warm and fuzzy feeling about our country?
-Sheila Tolley-

Biden signs onto ‘Declaration of North America (DNA)’ with Canada and Mexico: Is the planned North American Union making a comeback?

It’s gonna be weird….

Laugh for the day….



Joey is 52, it matches his IQ.


Build that wall.


The Captain Editor:  Are you familiar with cruise ships, LL ?

The First Mate Rat Whisperer:  I sure am.  Cats have been on boats, ships, and anything else big enough to have rats.  They came over with the Vikings, Columbus, and Pilgrims.

Travel on cruise ships is supposed to be a great vacation.  I have listed a few problems so my loyal readers can be prepared.  This is what can go wrong.

Barnacles and things have to be removed.  They slow down the ship and bring marine life to ports where they are not natural & have no enemies–like the Iguanas and Pythons in Florida.

This is one ship which didn’t have to have barnacles scraped off.  At the time it sank, I used the majestic, wonderful, Costa Concordia to show what was happening to America.  The Captain sounds like Biden, the media, and the Democrats at this very moment telling us how well we are doing.  Listen to him.

We need the Love Boat.

DeSantis wins again.


This is another case where someone in authority did a p**s poor job.  Check and see if the school employee has stock in the metal detector manufacturer.


Hunter and the person who cut the grass had access to national secrets.


Compare this with the hate and woke crap Americans have been continuously exposed to by the media and politicians for 7 years.  Toss in no punishment for crimes and you have a failed society.


Here are Three Godfathers-Commies.  They can’t save anything.

Gavin tosses the climate in the gutter.

Levine explains Joey’s stealing top secret documents, and leaving them in his garage.


Miss USA wins Miss Universe.


This is a good idea if the kids are taught what the truth is.  I could go to 9 sources now and all are telling the same lies.

I don’t know who to support.  I haven’t heard any hospitals or union nurses protest child sexual experiments.

Joey has over 4 million more illegals he has let in, he will have 4 million more if he lives 2 more years.

Kevin has to be as nasty and unprincipled as Schiff and Nancy.

Who started the gas stove lies ?  Where would we cook our crickets and cockroaches ?

This is sad.  A government that allows homeless Americans to live on the streets is a sadder story.




Now it is clear why the media hardly mentioned Pearl Harbor in 2022.

When I was a kid, I couldn’t understand why Eisenhower was so popular. Maybe this will explain why General Eisenhower Warned Us. It is a matter of history that when the Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces, General Dwight Eisenhower, found the victims of the death camps he ordered all possible photographs to be taken, and for the German people from surrounding villages to be ushered through the camps and even made to bury the dead.

He did this because he said in words to this effect: ‘Get it all on record now – get the films – get the witnesses – because somewhere down the road of history some bastard will get up and say that this never happened.’

This week, the UK debated whether to remove The Holocaust from its school curriculum because it ‘offends’ the Muslim population which claims it never occurred. It is not removed as yet. However, this is a frightening portent of the fear that is gripping the world and how easily each country is giving into it.

It is now more than 70 years after the Second World War in Europe ended. This e-mail is being sent as a memorial chain, in memory of the, six million Jews, 20 million Russians, 10 million Christians, and 1,900 Catholic priests Who were ‘murdered, raped, burned, starved, beaten, experimented on and humiliated’ while many in the world looked the other way!

Now, more than ever, with Iran, among others, claiming the Holocaust to be ‘a myth,’ it is imperative to make sure the world never forgets.

This e-mail is intended to reach 400 million people! Be a link in the memorial chain and help distribute this around the world.

How many years will it be before the attack on the World Trade Center ‘NEVER HAPPENED’, because it offends some Muslims?

Remember when all classrooms had an American flag in them?

Do they even teach our children about the World Trade Center attacks in 1993 and 2001, or did it go the way of Pearl Harbor and Veterans Day?

Don’t even mention Christmas or Hanukkah or prayers in school. MOST schools no longer recite the Pledge of Allegiance and many children do not know the words to our National Anthem, or that we even have one!

Please do not just delete this message; it will take only a minute to pass this along.



Pet Videos—Too Sweet

A Good Poem

What can I say? I love poems that rhyme and tell a story.
-Sheila Tolley-

The Shooting of Dan McGrew

By: Robert W. Service


A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;

The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;

Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,

And watching his luck was his light-o’-love, the lady that’s known as Lou.


When out of the night, which was fifty below, and into the din and the glare,

There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks, dog-dirty, and loaded for bear.

He looked like a man with a foot in the grave and scarcely the strength of a louse,

Yet he tilted a poke of dust on the bar, and he called for drinks for the house.

There was none could place the stranger’s face, though we searched ourselves for a clue;

But we drank to health, and the last to drink was Dangerous Dan McGrew.


There’s men that somehow just grip your eyes, and hold them hard like a spell;

And such was he, and he looked to me like a man who had lived in hell;

With a face most hair, and the dreary stare of a dog whose day is done,

As he watered the green stuff in his glass, and the drops fell one by one.

Then I got to figgering who he was, and wondering what he’d do,

And I turned my head — and there watching him was the lady that’s known as Lou.


His eyes went rubbering round the room, and he seemed in a kind of daze,

Till at last that old piano fell in the way of his wandering gaze.

The rag-time kid was having a drink; there was no one else on the stool,

So the stranger stumbles across the room, and flops down there like a fool.

In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway;

Then he clutched the keys with his talon hands — my God! but that man could play.


Were you ever out in the Great Alone, when the moon was awful clear,

And the icy mountains hemmed you in with a silence you most could hear;

With only the howl of a timber wolf, and you camped there in the cold,

A half-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold;

While high overhead, green, yellow and red, the North Lights swept in bars? —

Then you’ve a hunch what the music meant. . . hunger and night and the stars.


And hunger not of the belly kind, that’s banished with bacon and beans,

But the gnawing hunger of lonely men for a home and all that it means;

For a fireside far from the cares that are, four walls and a roof above;

But oh! so cramful of cosy joy, and crowned with a woman’s love —

A woman dearer than all the world, and true as Heaven is true —

(God! how ghastly she looks through her rouge, — the lady that’s known as Lou.)


Then on a sudden the music changed, so soft that you scarce could hear;

But you felt that your life had been looted clean of all that it once held dear;

That someone had stolen the woman you loved; that her love was a devil’s lie;

That your guts were gone, and the best for you was to crawl away and die.

‘Twas the crowning cry of a heart’s despair, and it thrilled you through and through —

“I guess I’ll make it a spread misere”, said Dangerous Dan McGrew.


The music almost died away … then it burst like a pent-up flood;

And it seemed to say, “Repay, repay,” and my eyes were blind with blood.

The thought came back of an ancient wrong, and it stung like a frozen lash,

And the lust awoke to kill, to kill … then the music stopped with a crash,

And the stranger turned, and his eyes they burned in a most peculiar way;

In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway;

Then his lips went in in a kind of grin, and he spoke, and his voice was calm,

And “Boys,” says he, “you don’t know me, and none of you care a damn;

But I want to state, and my words are straight, and I’ll bet my poke they’re true,

That one of you is a hound of hell. . .and that one is Dan McGrew.”


Then I ducked my head, and the lights went out, and two guns blazed in the dark,

And a woman screamed, and the lights went up, and two men lay stiff and stark.

Pitched on his head, and pumped full of lead, was Dangerous Dan McGrew,

While the man from the creeks lay clutched to the breast of the lady that’s known as Lou.


These are the simple facts of the case, and I guess I ought to know.

They say that the stranger was crazed with “hooch,” and I’m not denying it’s so.

I’m not so wise as the lawyer guys, but strictly between us two —

The woman that kissed him and — pinched his poke — was the lady that’s known as Lou.