I can’t imagine anyone still reads this blog, so instead I’ll just use it for venting purposes.  For instance, the following things are really getting on my nerves:

- Marley & Me movie previews.  The book is about a man (or family) and Marley the dog.  The movie is NOT about some love story between Jennifer Anisten’s character (in any movie) and Owen Wilson’s character (in any movie). 

- I’m sick of photo Christmas cards.  They require zero effort from the sender.  I don’t need a picture of your kids and the guilt that comes from eventually throwing it away.  (Dogs are ok.)

- People that blame you when they don’t buy a gift, i.e. “You didn’t tell me what you wanted for Christmas, so I didn’t get you anything.”  First of all, we’re all adults now.  If I “need” something, I usually buy it.  So, yeah, I’m not going to give you a list of things I’ve been meaning to buy (trouser socks, Ann Coulter’s new book, Aveeno lotion, etc.).  Second of all, I didn’t ask you for a list, but I still managed to buy thoughtful/awesome gifts.  Third of all, I don’t know your budget and don’t want to be presumptuous.  This year one friend bought me a Blu-Ray player (yay!) and another bought me a Simpsons calendar (yay!).  Both were appreciated.

Merry Christmas!

Or business as usual for the Democrats.

Pam Geller at Altas Shrugged has a great post on Florida Representative Robert Wexler’s residential fraud:

One of the most liberal members of Congress in Florida Robert Wexler (Obamapropagandist and notorious leftist)  is not a resident of his district. He has lived in Maryland since the late 90s.  He claims to live in a  house in Del Ray (owned by his mother-law)  in an active adult community  where no children are allowed, though he has three children). You can’t live there with kids, it’s against the rules of the community.

Another example of Democrat hubris  - I am above the law. It seems he has no connection to Florida at all. Clearly it’s a phantom residence, he ain’t sleeping on monster-in-law’s  couch with his three children.

Even though Wexler lives in Maryland, he doesn’t pay their state taxes.  Instead, he pays under Florida’s system, which has no state tax.  Be sure to read all of Geller’s post, as well as John Fund’s column on the issue.  Not only does Rep. Wexler think he’s above the law, but he viciously goes after those he disagrees with when they don’t release their home addresses.  Hans Bader of the Competitive Enterprise Institute writes:

For example, the conservative author and pundit Ann Coulter, who had been stalked for years by mentally-unbalanced admirers and detractors, followed advice to conceal her actual address by registering to vote at a house just up the street from her actual address, in the very same precinct.  She had actually spent nights at the address she listed, and received her mail at that house, based on advice from the FBI.  (Many states have laws that allow domestic violence victims to list a mailing address rather than their actual address for voting purposes, but such laws generally don’t extend to victims whose stalkers are strangers rather than intimates).

But when Wexler’s office found out about this, they screamed that this was voting fraud, and did everything they could to try to get the (liberal) local prosecutor to indict Coulter.  For more than two years, Wexler’s staff publicly and repeatedly branded Coulter a felon for not registering to vote under her actual daily abode.  They did so even though she did not violate the law, since the address she listed was in the same precinct as her actual daily abode.

Here’s my Human Events column for this week:

Reaction to last week’s historic Supreme Court decision overturning the D.C. ban on guns illustrates how far the American people have come in embracing and understanding  the Second Amendment.  Democrats have accepted that they have been on the losing side, so much so that their presidential nominee is whitewashing his radical anti-gun record. 

Click here to read the rest and make nice comments (please).

It was reported this morning that comedian George Carlin, 71, died after a history of heart trouble.  Carlin is one of the few on the Left that understood that political correctness is the enemy of comedy.  Last summer he was on The Tonight Show with Jay Leno.  Also a guest that night was Ann Coulter.  When Carlin moved to the next seat so Coulter could sit down he said, “I never thought I’d be moving to Ann Coulter’s right.”

Click here to watch Carlin’s hilarious bit on death.  (Do I even have to say that the language is a little salty?)

UPDATE: Via RushLimbaugh.com, “Carlin Took on the Arrogant, Environmental Left”

From the people that brought you LOLCats comes GraphJam.

My contribution:

Some that made me laugh:

Via Jennsylvania:

So here it goes…

1.  Link back to the person who tagged you. [I wasn’t actually tagged though ]

2.  Post these rules on your blog. [Check]

3.  Share six unimportant things about yourself.

1. I watch The Simpsons or Family Guy every single day.
2. I’m afraid of frogs, crickets, grasshoppers, pretty much anything that can jump. (Actually, this is rather important.)
3. I don’t like most breakfast foods (pancakes, waffles, eggs, English muffins, French toast, sausage, syrup, etc.)
4. It doesn’t matter what else is on, what time of day it is or how far along it is in the movie, I will ALWAYS watch The Godfather 1 and 2 if it’s on television.  If there were a Godfather channel, all other channels would be obsolete in my house.  Unless they include part 3, in which case I’d give myself a 3 hour break to sleep.
5. I sing to my dog and replace words in the song with his name. 
6. I have over 4,500 Coke points!  That’s a lot.

4.  Tag six random people at the end of your entry.

Robert Bluey

Trevor Bothwell

Stacy McCain

Pam Geller

Michelle Oddis and Ericka Andersen

Rachel Marsden

Plus one more new one: Toni Coultress

I give you the best explanation of the Elliot Spitzer scandal… as given by an adorable 3-year-old dressed as a princess.

Enjoy the Peep Show!

Ever wonder what happens to all the pre-printed “Super Bowl Champion” t-shirts with the loser team?  Time magazine reports:

The fact that the Patriots lost the Super Bowl may be why the celebration was being held in this small Nicaraguan village — because Boston’s loss was definitely Diriamba’s gain, in the form of the “Perfect Season, 19-0″ Patriots T-shirts and hats that Brady, Belichick and Brewski were supposed to have worn on the field after the game. Due to NFL regulations that prohibit the sale of the losing team’s “championship” apparel, the T-shirts and hats were donated to needy Nicaraguans by World Vision, in conjunction with the NFL and Reebok.

Although most of the shirts had been made for six-foot-four, 310-pound tackles, rather than three-foot-eight, 45-pound elementary schoolers, no one complained about the tailoring. That’s because unlike most of clothing worn in this part of the world, the Patriots gear was brand-new — a wonderful novelty, even if everyone in the village now has the same shirt.

Central America has, for years, been a dumping ground for unwanted used clothing from the United States, thanks to church giveaways, hurricane relief drives and other charitable and business endeavors. (See the video) The legacy of that goodwill has turned Nicaragua’s streets into a living, if slightly tattered, scrapbook of pop culture memories: everything from “Avoid the Noid” and “Party Animal, Spuds Mackenzie,” to “I’m Too Sexy for My Shirt.”

Those wearing the tees are either unaware of or unconcerned by the meaning of the English messages they bear. It’s not uncommon to see a man wearing a T-shirt boasting “World’s Best Grandma,” or a young girl wearing a shirt lamenting “Stripping ruined my life.” I’ve seen an old woman in “I Love AC/DC,” an indigenous grandmother with a shirt bragging, “My boyfriend is hotter than yours,” and another disclosing that “My boyfriend is out of town.”

Some of the clothing dumped on Latin America is in such poor taste that it’s hard to imagine how it ever got made in the first place. Like the girl’s underwear in a storefront window inscribed with the creepy message, “I love my uncle.”

Actually, these kinds of language slip-ups happen quite often.  My sister works for a toy company and they are always getting samples from China with odd word choices.  For Valentine’s Day she sent me a bag of reject candy hearts.   Here’s a sampling of some of the cleaner ones.

You Suck

Do Me

Easy Lay

Doggy Style

Lick It

Ahh, the language of love.  If you want to hear the dirty ones, it will cost you $4.95 a minute.

I just snagged this from AOL… talk about a loaded poll question.

The answer to the title question is “none of the above” — it’s because she’s too young  :)