"I'M SORRY...."

...that evil bastard Reagan killed your baby girl. Heck, I was only 25, but I issued a statement condemning it. Heck, I might not have even been a citizen then. Reagan's dead now. There's a new sheriff in town. Sleep easy Muammar..."

IT'S THE TRUTH...

...I swear it is! Trust me! I am not a crook!

This article is worth a read. It seems that John Dean is once again threatening to sue someone trying to present the FACTS about his role in The Watergate affair. And this time, he's taking aim at a Texas Aggie...actually a professor of history at Texas A & M-Central Texas, in Killeen. But I'll give this Aggie credit for enough "smarts" to tread softly around Dean. His website is: www.nixontapes.org

John Dean is a ruthless rascal with DEEP pockets...

I was a young teenager when "Watergate" broke, but followed the hearings closely. (It was the only thing on any of our two television channels)

I never "bought" the notion that Dean was being completely truthful. And his behavior since those years has only cemented my skepticism. I always tended to believe Gordon Liddy in his legal battle with Dean. His narrative seemed to make more sense, and his statements carried "the ring of truth."

It was a long time ago, and I'm not sure how much difference it will make if the whole truth is ever known. But if you are fuzzy on that very troubling era in our modern US history, you'd do yourself a favor to read the linked articles.

THE MEDIA COVERS OBAMA'S BUTT (GLANCE) AGAIN...

CAPTION THIS...

You think Sarkozy's been showing Barry the ropes?

Odd Creatures Week...T.G.I.F. edition

I know that you are all enjoying this game immensely! So, don't bother to thank me...that knowledge is thanks enough. Walt correctly identified yesterday's odd creature once again! It was indeed the Star-nosed Mole.

His initial try was "the southern end of a northbound Nancy Pelosi." Nyuk! Well, today's entry truly does remind me of Nancy Pelosi...in more ways than one. Look at the little gal, all dressed up. Probably getting ready to suck up to the terrorists in Syria, or maybe to address the annual GLAAD convention!

Actually this little gal is Australian. She also is found in New Guinea. Wouldn't it be nice if Nancy were Australian?

Good luck!

CAPTION THIS!

Whatchoo talkin' 'bout Malia?????

WHAT 'S UP WITH THIS BULL FETISH IN SPAIN?

Well, we are deep into the annual "Running of the Bulls" in Pamplona, Spain. Which raises some questions that must be answered. "How freakin' crazy are the Spaniards?" "And what is this unnatural Spanish attachment to bulls?"

From the play-by-play of today's bull run: At one point a chocolate-colored bull fell and half a dozen runners tripped over it and went down. One man got up, turned back to toward the mass of oncoming traffic and was promptly run over by a black beast weighing around 645 kilograms (1,400 pounds). It was not immediately clear if this runner was among the five injured.

"...was not immediately clear if this runner was among the five injured." ?????

Spain...Bullfights, bull running, and bull jumping! Weird...



Guy Jumps Over a Bull - The best home videos are here

Odd Creatures Week...Thursday Edition

Well, shortly after posting yesterday's entry , The Mrs. informed me that it was too easy. Walt seemed to agree by immediately answering correctly. Obviously, I am the only one in my family that did not know about an Alpaca. I'm running out of good prize junk to send you Walt, but keep playing and we'll work something out.

So, on to today's "Odd Creature." This little guy lives in Eastern Canada, and in the US Northeast. He/she is a good swimmer (I guess you can tell that by those lovely fins), and can forage for food along the bottom of streams and ponds. So, dig in and identify this critter.

This one should be easy for some of you...but trust me, this really, really, really, fun and popular game is going to crank it up a notch into the weekend.

Good luck!

IN CASE YOU MISSED IT...

...Michael Jackson died last week.

I have not personally weighed in on the death of Michael Jackson until now, because EVERYONE ELSE on the planet has. I thought I'd wait until the tide rolled out to share my thoughts with y'all.

As hard as I have tried, I have not been able to escape the continual media coverage of Michael Jackson's death. I guess I could have gone into a closet, shut the door, taken my Reese's Peanut Butter Cup stash, a case of Diet Coke, and a chamber pot to "wait out" the whole thing...but that really was not an option these last several days.

Let me begin by saying that I am not in any way "happy" about the death of Michael Jackson. It is always sad to me when a young man dies. Especially when that "young man" is roughly my age (just one year older than I am). I know for sure that his parents, children, and those that were his TRUE friends are grieving.

That being said, I really do not understand the world-wide hubbub about it all. I truly do not understand the fascination. I was never a Michael Jackson fan. When I was a little kid, I would see him and his four brothers on various variety TV shows...Jack Benny, and the like...and I did think to myself, "Cool...here is a guy my age on TV!" But I can't say that "A.B.C....1.2.3." ever really struck a chord with me.

About the only childhood memory I have of one of his songs I really liked was "I'll Be There." I liked it because there was this one girl I really liked, and she finally asked me to "slow-dance-skate" at the Hot Wheels roller skating rink...the song they were playing was "I'll be there," which was her "favorite."

Well, of course, it was MY FAVORITE, TOO!

But aside from that, I never really cared for his music. I can honestly say that I have never heard "Thriller," or "Billie Jean." I have heard "We Are The World." (I think he was in on that one...but if not, please disregard that).

And I certainly didn't care for his bizarre lifestyle. Maybe it was because I could find nothing in common with Michael that no connection was ever made. On a deep, mind-searching level, this is probably why.

He was black (for some of his life), and I am white (for all of my life to this point). He was talented, and I am not. He was famous, and I am not. He could dance, and I can not. He bore children by a women that he did not make a commitment to raise them with, and I did not. He lived in a mansion, traveled the world, was confused in his theology, was a prisoner of his family, was a prisoner of his fame, was a regular at "Plastic Surgery Tuesday in LA," was stuck in childhood, got young boys drunk, threw away billions of dollars, and was used like a cheap whore by "clingers" his whole life.

There is not one thing about his life that I can identify with. Therein lies my confusion as to why so many millions are seemingly distraught over his death.

Perhaps it is the "pain" of his life that so many identify with. I can not identify with that either...

I am much more saddened by his life than I am by his death.

I have watched the wall-to-wall media coverage of his death, and am sure that it will continue. I read in the news that the brilliant Congresswoman from Texas, Sheila Jackson-Lee has petitioned Congress to recognize Michael Jackson in a Congressional Resolution. I think that there are something like 42 "whereas clauses" in her resolution that point out why The Congress of the United States should honor him. Hmmmm... I'm wondering if it includes "Whereas Michael Jackson once held his helpless baby over a balcony rail several stories high in order to entertain his fans..."

I also see that Al Sharpton is calling for a National Day of Mourning over Michael, and for the US Postal Service to issue a commemorative stamp. I'm thinking that the stamp deal is not a bad idea at all. In fact, I think the USPS should issue an entire set...maybe 8 stamps showing Michael as he morphed from black to white, male to female, with a nose and without a nose, with girls and then with little boys, and maybe even the topper being Michael serving alcohol to little boys in Diet Coke cans. They could call it "The Jesus Juice Collection."

And I also read this morning that there is great anticipation among the media about where Jackson will actually be laid to rest. I don't know if the mystery has been solved yet, but it reminds me of the old Country Music song, "Prop Me Up Beside The Jukebox When I Die."

So much has been made over this guy since his death that I think they should do like the Brits did when the Queen Mother breathed her last. They hauled that old gal all over England for what seemed like eons, to make certain that all of her adoring public got a chance to "share the moment."

Maybe they should put Michael's casket on a cart, and haul it around to every town in the United States so that everyone can properly grieve over him.

He was a "King" after all.

It might take a while, but maybe by the time they get finished, someone with a half-a-lick of sense will have figured out his convoluted finances...what parents of former molestees he still owes...who gets the Fantasyland...who has to now get a REAL job because he's gone...what to do with his kids...and where to plant him. One can only hope...

I will wrap this up with a video. Since it seems to me that Michael Jackson's life was a true "bassackward" tale... If you've ever wondered what the "Moonwalk" would look like in reverse...well, this is the video for you!

By the way, I truly do hope that Michael has finally found some "peace."

Aggies...sheesh...

If you are not from Louisiana, or Texas, or any other State whose athletic teams compete against Texas A & M University, you may not know about "Aggie Jokes." They're kinda like "Polock Jokes," except they use true stories from lives of Texas A & M Aggies to make up Polock jokes.

I thought about posting a bunch of Aggie Jokes to illustrate just how ignorant the Texas A & M Aggies can be. In fact, I may do that one day. At one time, I had all 9 volumes of "101 Aggie Jokes." There were 909 jokes in those volumes that were gut-splitting funny.

One month after Hurricane Katrina hit the central Gulf coast, an even bigger mamma-jamma known as "Hurricane Rita" bore down on the coast near the LA/TX border. Emergency preparedness officials in Texas warned everyone hundreds of miles inland to prepare for Rita...torrential rains, high winds, tornados, etc.

Well, it seems that the good folks in Bryan/College Station, TX had seen all the damage that Katrina did to UNO, Tulane, Xavier in New Orleans, and other Universities in Mississippi, and Alabama, and took the warnings to heart...

(click on it to see it big)

Odd Creatures Week...Wednesday Edition

Well, since this is such a popular feature, I have decided to continue on with Odd Creature Week. Yesterday's entry drew two guesses. I think Walt was closest with his answer, "The Octomom in heat." Well done Walt! It is actually a "Dumbo Octopus," named so because the appendages resemble elephant ears.

So, maybe a few more clues might help all both of you that choose to play this really, really, really fun game!

This little guy is South American, like The Pink Fairy Armadillo from Monday. This is a photo of him/her after being shorn. His/her hair is used to make clothing, such as ponchos, socks, sweaters, and even blankets.

Below you will see him/her in full "really having a bad hair day" mode.

Good luck!

Ahhhh...they're cute when they're little!

As many of you know, three of our four sons are grown and on their own now. And it makes me a little sad occasionally. Oh, I'm proud for them, and I realize that it is part of the natural progression of life...but I do miss the little guys, and the funny junk they did as kids.

They are cute when they are little...

By the way, most of these look VERY familiar.

Odd Creatures Week...Tuesday Edition

Well, "Odd Creatures" Week is off to a rousing start!

All two of you that guessed at yesterday's entry are greatly appreciated! It is a "Pink Fairy Armadillo." From what I understand, it hangs out in Argentina. Hmmm...I wonder if Mark Sanford ran across one of the little guys while he was "hiking."

So, let's try one that might be a little easier (just so you can catch your breath). I am pretty sure that this is a little tyke, before maturing. Scroll down to see The Papa Bear version. The only clue I can give is that it has eight legs...darn, I gave it away. Good luck!

Wish I'd said that...

Odd Creatures Week...

Now that Independence Day is behind us, and things have slowed down a little bit, I'm cleaning out some old files. So, I figure what better way to close them than to find out just how astute all 7 of you are. So, I'll be posting photos of "Odd Creatures" this week.

No, Nancy Pelosi will not be one of them. If you know what this little guy is, you are a genius, or a zoologist. Or both.

I know it's a fake...

...But I'm wondering just how long it will be before we read the headline, "MICHAEL JACKSON WAS BREATHING JUST MOMENTS BEFORE HE WASN'T!"

Good Old Jap Ingenuity...

I'll bet you can ship a lot more in a truck, too...

A round watermelon can take up a lot of room in a refrigerator and the usually round fruit often sits awkwardly on refrigerator shelves. Japanese farmers have forced their watermelons to grow into a square shape by inserting the melons into square, tempered glass cases while the fruit is still growing on the vine.

FROM THE MAILBAG...

Well, they asked...

Polk County, Florida Sheriff Grady Judd

A dirtbag named Angilo Freeland in Polk County Florida who got pulled over in a routine traffic stop ended up 'executing' the deputy who stopped him. The deputy was shot several times, including once behind his right ear at close range. Another deputy was wounded and a police dog killed. A state wide manhunt ensued.

The murderer was found hiding in a wooded area with his gun. After he shot at them, SWAT team officers opened fire and hit the guy 68 times.

Now here's the kicker:

Naturally, the liberal media went nuts and asked why they shot the poor soul 68 times.

Sheriff Grady Judd told the Orlando Sentinel: 'Because that's all the ammunition we had.'

JUST A BUNCH OF SUNDAY STUFF...

Name This Tune: (title, and artist, please)

It begins,

You came riding in on the sunrise on a hot west Texas day.
A fancy man in a painted wagon with some fancy things to say.
'Looks like you folks need some water, well water is my game, and for the small price of $100.00. I bet you I could make it rain!' Step back non-believers or the rain will never come.
Someone start that fire a' burning, Somebody beat the drum!
He said "some may think I'm crazy for making all these claims. But I swear before this day is over, you folks are gonna see some rain."
I am posting this because we have been in a severe drought here in NW Louisiana for way too long. Our normal rainfall in June is about 6 inches. We have had about 1/2 inch this June. The garden is barely surviving. I have been watering it, but it still sucks! You can keep a garden alive with City Water, but only God Water makes it produce.

Well..."Look yonder there comes the rain!"

Thanks be to the Good Lord...it looks like we're finally catching a break! It's raining the "good kind" of rain today, with more coming (according to Mr. Weather). Fortunately, The Mrs. had the energy to cut all but one of her 5 yards (that she's committed to) before it set in. Hallelujah!

So, what did Andy do on Independence Day? I'm glad you asked. Me, and The Mrs. were knee deep in Purple Hulls. If you aren't from The South, you probably don't know what Purple Hulls are. The best way I can describe them is that they are like Heaven...except you run out of them eventually, unlike the Glory of the Lord.

We blanched, and froze FIVE BUSHELS of Purple Hulls on Independence Day. We are "set" until next Summer. Hallelujah!

Next subject: One thing I do not like about blogging is the fact that you can become part of an "echo chamber." So, I have learned to resist just posting stuff that others have. But my friend Paul Mitchell came across a post at Ariana Huffington's manure pile that MUST BE SHARED.

If you had any doubts that the lefties in our nation are truly demented, brain damaged, or not just PURE EVIL, this should change your mind. Before you read it, let me remind you that the Democrat Party candidate for President in 2000, Al Gore, referred to the opponents of his Massa', Bubba Clinton, as "missing a chromosome."

Sarah Palin has already had photos of her, and her Downs Syndrome child "Trig," photoshopped by heartless, evil subhumans that just hate her because "HATE" is all they know.

These people are PURE EVIL. Read this at your own risk.

Now, for a Sunday "Feel Good" post...

I'll bet this guy loves his job.

Here is your Sunday "Feel Good Story." This is a story without words.

Thanks to Cowdad.

Love Song Saturday Night...

Still my favorite...





Still Dadman's favorite...

INDEPENDENCE DAY...

In Congress, July 4, 1776

"When in the course of human events..."

What brave souls! Thank God for them, and for all the brave souls that followed.