Bruce Tinsley has done it again.

October 1, 2008

Came across this in the morning comic. My favorite cartoonist, Bruce Tinsley of Mallard Filmore fame has struck the nail on the head. Man is a genius of our time.

Poor Jesse & Al, lost their fire.

Poor Jesse & Al, lost their fire.

Just what are the old trouble makers gong to complain about now? Will they still be able to use the ever popular race card? And the Feminists.. Wow, have they lost their steam. Now they complain because Sarha has done everything they used to complain about woman not being able to do.

Like they say ladies… tough mammary’s!


The good old days.

September 24, 2008

Came across this in the paper today. That Wiley Miller, the genius behind the Non Sequitur comic strip can really hit the nail on the head. And once again, he has done it again. Few words, but the point is right on!

When people enjoyed polls.

When people enjoyed polls.

Myself, If a pollster ever asks me a question, I’m going to lie like Ted Kennedy.

Mr. Bob wishing you all a great day. And remember, Make a Fast Friend… Adopt a Greyhound!

Wow, on search of Google found 1,130,000 info sites for greyhound adoption.


September 9, 2008

Okay, so I’m not as good at this typing thing at Ms Ruby, but I can copy and paste. So here goes. We got this from our friend Carol Joy. Boy, she has some great stuff. Anyway, I know this will get get a rise out of some people but what the hell do I care. I can out run any of you.


One day a fourth-grade teacher asked the children what their mothers did for
a living.

All the typical answers came up – teacher, nurse, businesswoman, saleswoman,
doctor, lawyer, and so forth.

However, little Justin was being uncharacteristically quiet, so when the
teacher prodded him about his mother, he replied, Well my mother’s an exotic dancer in a cabaret
and takes off all her clothes in front of men and they put money in her underwear. Sometimes,
if the offer is really good, she will go home with some guy and stay with him all night for

The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement, hurriedly set the other children to work on some exercises and then took little Justin aside to ask him, ‘Is that really true about your mother?’

No,’ the boy said, ‘She works for the DEMOCRATIC National Committee and is helping to get Barack Hussein Obama, Jr to be our next President, but I was too embarrassed to say that in front of the other kids.’

Ah, you have to love the honesty of kids.

Ms Ruby wants me to say thank you for all of your thoughts. She is doing a little better but not running around yet. May be tomorrow will help cheer her up. It’s HAMBURGER DAY!

Piper Obama

August 13, 2008

Mr. Bob and I want to send a BIG THANK YOU to our friend, The Garden Diva for sending this along.
Can’t you just picture Obama and crew dancing down the village street….

Piper Obama and his merry press corps

Perhaps they will fark-up and all go into the ocean.


Ms. Ruby

A Fairy Tale for Our Time.

August 9, 2008

Received this from BCL via email. Thanks Love. Great story for our time…

Once upon a time, on a farm in Virginia , there was a little red hen who
scratched about the barnyard until she uncovered quite a few grains of

She called all of her Democrat neighbors together and said, ‘If we plant
this wheat, we shall have bread to eat. Who will help me plant it?’

‘Not I,’ said the cow.

‘Not I,’ said the duck.

‘Not I,’ said the pig.

‘Not I,’ said the goose.

‘Then I will do it by myself,’ said the little red hen, and so she did.
The wheat grew very tall and ripened into golden grain.

‘Who will help me reap my wheat?’ asked the little red hen.

‘Not I,’ said the duck.

‘Out of my classification,’ said the pig.

‘I’d lose my seniority,’ said the cow.

‘I’d lose my unemployment compensation,’ said the goose.

‘Then I will do it by myself,’ said the little red hen, and so she did.

At last it came time to bake the bread.

‘Who will help me bake the bread?’ asked the little red hen.

‘That would be overtime for me,’ said the cow.

‘I’d lose my welfare benefits,’ said the duck.

‘I’m a dropout and never learned how,’ said the pig.

‘If I’m to be the only helper, that’s discrimination,’ said the goose.

‘Then I will do it by myself,’ said the little red hen.

She baked five loaves and held them up for all of her neighbors to see.
They wanted some and, in fact, demanded a share. But the little red hen
said, ‘No, I shall eat all five loaves.’

‘Excess profits!’ cried the cow. (Nancy Pelosi)

Nancy Pelosi, the lazy cow.

Nancy Pelosi, the lazy cow.

‘Capitalist leech!’ screamed the duck. (Barbara Boxer)

Barbara Boxer, the farked up duck.

Barbara Boxer, the farked up duck.

‘I demand equal rights!’ yelled the goose. (Jesse Jackson)

Jesse Jacked, the cooked-up goose.

Jesse Jacked, the cooked-up goose.

The pig just grunted in disdain. (Ted Kennedy)

Ted "The Killer" Kennedy. The picture says it all.

Ted "The Killer" Kennedy. The picture says it all.

And they all painted ‘Unfair!’ picket signs and marched around and
around the little red hen, shouting obscenities.

Then the farmer Obama came. He said to the little red hen, ‘You must
not be so greedy.’

Obama, the farmer of soul.

Obama, the farmer of soul.

‘But I earned the bread,’ said the little red hen.

‘Exactly,’ said Barack the farmer. ‘That is what makes our free
enterprise system so wonderful. Anyone in the barnyard can earn as much
as he wants. But under our modern government regulations, the productive
workers must divide the fruits of their labor with those who are lazy
and idle.’

And they all lived happily ever after, including the little red hen, who
smiled and clucked, ‘I am grateful, for now I truly understand.’

But her neighbors became quite disappointed in her. She never again
baked bread because she joined the ‘party’ and got her bread free.

And all the Democrats smiled. ‘Fairness’ had been established.

Individual initiative had died, but nobody noticed; perhaps no one
cared…so long as there was free bread that ‘the rich’ were paying for.


Bill Clinton is getting $12 million for his memoirs.

Hillary got $8 million for hers.

That’s $20 million for the memories from two people, who for eight
years, repeatedly testified, under oath, that they couldn’t remember


Oh how true it is…

August 6, 2008

Like Ms. Ruby ALWAYS says, “a picture is worth a million bones”. Here is another great example of the truth from Mike Peters, creator of the hilarious “Mother Goose & Grimm”.

Politicians selling their souls.

Politicians selling their souls.

Enough said. Have a great day,

Mr. Bob