Friday, October 28, 2016

Iceland shows the way

I could definitely support something called the "Pirate Party".
The Pirate Party, an anti-authoritarian band of buccaneers that wants to shift power from government to people, is one of the front-runners in an election triggered by financial scandal in a country still recovering from economic catastrophe in 2008.
Their philosophy seems to differ considerably from that of our own Pirate Party, known familiarly as "Democrats".

A couple of you lads help Mrs. Clinton onto the plank.

So instead of putting her away in a nice psychiatric clinic...

...her Mamluks want to settle her into the White House.

Oy vey. They ought to be feeding apple sauce to this woman on a long spoon through an aperture in her cell door, but, instead, hey, why don't we just give her the nuke codes?

Time for national-symbol truth in labeling; we ought to retire the bald eagle and replace it with this...

Update: Need more evidence that she's non compos mentis? "Hillary Clinton Eyes Vice President Joe Biden As Her Secretary of State".

"Sweet! And I was going to settle for ambassador to the Austro-Hungarian Empire!"

Thursday, October 27, 2016

Pretty expensive golf lesson

President Barack Obama - remember him? - made a trip to Florida to play golf with Tiger Woods at a cost to the U.S. taxpayer of $3.6 million.

My pessimism over the fate of our republic really began accelerating when this 9th rate, glorified ward heeler was elected president. It's now positively red-lining.

Confused and frustrated by this year's wild political scene?

Kurt Schlichter has the (hilarious) wisdom you need.

Hillary Clinton stinks

No, seriously. According to Bill Clinton's alleged former mistress, Dolly Kyle:
“I picked Billy up at the airport and he had this dowdy-looking middle-aged woman with him … this woman was Hillary,” Kyle said. “Hillary, I thought was a Hillary impersonator. Because she looked so bad and she smelled so bad I just didn’t believe this was Hillary.”

Hillary’s bad odor and unkempt appearance were what Kyle claimed she remembered most, thinking Bill Clinton was playing some sort of “sick joke” on her.

“I couldn’t imagine why Billy would haul such a person in the plane with him in public. She was wearing a misshapen, brown, dress-like thing that must have been intended to hide her lumpy body. The garment was long, but stopped too soon to hide her fat ankles and her thick calves covered with black hair,” Kyle said.

“I noticed that the woman emitted an overpowering odor of perspiration and greasy hair. I hoped that I wouldn’t gag when she got in my car. The sandal-shod woman with lank, smelly hair stood off to the side and glared at everyone.”
There are many reasons why Hillary Clinton is unfit to be president, and not the least important one is her essential weirdness.

There goes the neighborhood

Mrs. Paco acquired an interesting new neighbor at the hospital where she is recovering from surgery.

I walked out of her room this morning to go get some coffee, and happened to glance in the room next to hers. There was a scruffy looking patient wolfing down his breakfast, and a security guard sitting in a chair in the doorway watching him. On my way back, I noticed a couple of Deputy U.S. Marshals hanging around outside of the same guy's room. All I know for sure is that the patient is not a member of the DNC or one of Hillary's PACs; otherwise, John Law wouldn't be anywhere in sight.

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Laugh while you can, Zeke

Because when I hear that, at a future date TBD, they wheel you into a hospital afflicted with some exotic disease like the West Indian Dry Gripes or Ondine's Curse, and you're given a summons to appear before a death panel, I'll be laughing, too.