The bitter winds of change

The messiah-elect's Inauguration (and Woodstock Concert) are just days away. 1.5 million people are expected to attend these outdoor "festivities" amidst unprecedented security (and reportedly over a dozen strategically placed porta-potties). As starry-eyed worshippers of The One are packing for this roadtrip, I would suggest to them they include their longjohns and electric socks. It may be a little chilly. The bitter winds of change, Obama style, are racing toward all of us like a devastating Nor'easter gale.

Remember when Hurricane Gustav was bearing down on the gulf coast back in August? The libs at the Daily (Wac)Kos were beside themselves with joy at the prospect of a horrible storm punishing those nasty Republicans during their evil convention. The NYT asked if the timing was Karmic Payback.

Well we here at Chattering Teeth headquarters refuse to reciprocate and lower ourselves to their level. We hold no ill will towards these folks by cheering on colder temperatures. In fact, we are worried for the health and well-being of Washington's homeless population, what with Obama's roadies kicking them out of the area.

"District of Columbia and federal authorities are telling homeless people that they'll soon have to vacate the large chunk of property that will be secured before President-elect Barack Obama's inauguration Tuesday."

Wow. Obama appears to be modeling his administration after his beloved communist Chinese. He went out of his way to praise China for all of their infrastructure investment in the lead-up to the Olympics. Now, he is following their lead in sending the Migrants and Homeless Packing.

We can assume Obama's voters haven't educated themselves since election day and will be fully unprepared if dangerously low temps are in the forecast. Maybe his sheeple expect roadies to pass out wool sweaters upon their entry to the hallowed grounds. After all, he was elected to take care of all their needs. In fact...

If his followers get cold and hungry, all The One needs to do is have one of his disciples pass a basket containing 5 loaves of bread and 2 fish (a hoody and a 40-ouncer) amongst his minions.

Many have blogged about all of the Obama paraphenalia and souvenirs for sale in commemoration of this histeric event. Everything from dinner plates with The One's likeness, to coffee mugs, T-shirts, bumper stickers, etc. The over-commercialization and merchandising of Obama's inauguration is sad. All these folks are missing out on the true meaning of this event, that is, to quietly celebrate his birth (and skin pigmentation).

Is Inauguration Day weather a good prediction of the incoming administration's performance? You tell me.

Franklin D. Roosevelt: Torrential rains flooded his open car.
John F. Kennedy: An 8-inch snowfall
Ronald Reagan: Warm and sunny
Barack Obama:??? BITTER and a Chance of snow

Will it be "Christmas in July"?

Yes, it's the middle of January and my Christmas lights are still up. I am quite aware that Christmas has come and gone. I used to make fun of those folks who would leave their lights up past New Year's Day. I also know that the outside temperature is "negative frozen jewels". There is no way I am climbing a ladder in these sub-zero temps. I will remove the lights when the snow melts and actually exposes the lights. Even if it takes all April. There was a window of opportunity between Christmas and New Years, where we had outside temps in the low 60's. I remembered thinking, "I'll do it later".

Which brings me to Step 3: Work hard for employer, but ALWAYS procrastinate with the honey-do's. If there are chores stacking up at home but there are other activities you would rather do (remote control/tv/couch) why torture yourself?

Step 2 to a Stress-Free You

Inauguration Day and Woodstock concert for the messiah-elect fast approaches. If you're like me, this leaves you with a high anxiety level. I have blogged recently about the importance of controlling stress in our lives. Now for the highly anticipated continuation of my 5-step program! Step one, as you recall, suggests you organize your stuff.

Step Two: Play

YOU: What do you mean "Play"? Play what?
ME: You have to figure that out for yourself.

Children know instictively how to play. Somewhere along the line we adults forget how. I believe I may have found my answer. Before I share it with you, let me first share this related poem...

Love of Madness

Chaotic joy engulfs the eager mind,
Now delving into darkness, losing sight,
Embracing dreams that reason aches to blight,
I float away, in shadow intertwined.
Tonight I seek to shun the light that blinds
And throw myself into the twisting night,
For only there can recklessness incite
That bleak euphoria within mankind!
And there, upon the very precipice
Below which lies the stormy sea I seek,
I wish to stand and revel in the bliss
Of peril and of turmoil unique.
That primal thrill shall not again be missed
As madness executes its dark technique.

A jumbled plastic joy personified
Now diving in the ball pit, losing sense,
Embracing rashness dignity defied,
I float away atop the waves immense.
Today I seem to have upset the staff;
A thirty year old man seems out of place.
And yet among the plastic balls I laugh,
O sweet euphoria within this space!
And there, among the blue and red and green,
I wish to sit and frolic all my days.
But oh, alas, the manager is mean;
He yells, for I have scared the kids away.
And now that primal thrill has slipped from me,
Such is the justice system’s dark decree.

The author is my eldest boy and was the result of a HS assignment a few years ago. He is currently an all "A" 2nd year student at U of ND, proving that madness and brilliance are two sides of the same coin.

My point is, this poem speaks to me. Oh the colorful sensory experience of ball pits! "They are actually one of the most therapeutic types of play that involves tactile and visual stimuli... Ball pools provide a multi-sensory environment that will awaken the senses or calm them down... How cool is that?"

But what if your local McDonald's isn't a "Playland" (or you're like me and you have been served with a PPO and the local cops know your car)? Isn't it time to bring the fun and much needed sensory input into your own home?

$2,910.00 is such a small price to pay for peace of mind.

Sea Kittens of the Sea - TASTY!

I may not agree with everything (anything) PETA does, says or stands for. However, I think they may be on to something. They believe that fish have a P.R. problem, and that's why we eat them.

People don't seem to like fish. They're slithery and slimy, and they have eyes on either side of their pointy little heads—which is weird, to say the least. Plus, the small ones nibble at your feet when you're swimming, and the big ones—well, the big ones will bite your face off if Jaws is anything to go by.

They're slithery and slimy? They have eyes on either side of their pointy little heads? I thought you were talking about Congress for a second there. Sorry. Back to the article...

When your name can also be used as a verb that means driving a hook through your head, it's time for a serious image makeover. And who could possibly want to put a hook through a sea kitten?

So they propose to rename "Fish" to "Sea Kittens". I guess the point they are trying to make is, who could possibly eat a Sea Kitten without suffering guilt?

ANSWER: Me. In fact, a big and juicy blackened Sea Kitten flank steak sounds more delish than, say, Tuna (who already realized their image problem long ago, and legally changed their name to "chicken of the sea").

So I am all for this name change. No more ordering White Fish, Cod, Trout or Perch in a restaurant. Instead, make it the Siamese, Persian, Bombay or Bengal catch of the day. Or the old standby of plain ol' Sea Kittens and chips.

Further, I propose a name change for PETA, since, their critics have been misstating this acronym as "People Eating Tasty Animals" for years now. What should we call PETA? How about "FISH", as it will be open for business again? From here on PETA will be known as FISH. After all, who better to have a name synonomous with a verb that means driving a hook through your head than these folks?

When I visited the site, I made the mistake of playing their interactive game called "Create Your Own Sea Kitten". Pictured is my "creation", which is a Trout with lipstick and mustache, wearing a princess dress and Tiara. Obviously, I have named my Sea Kitten "Barney Frank".

What's in your Sea Kitten aquarium bowl?

Joe the Plumber - War correspondent and clog remover

Joe the Plumber is in Israel covering the military offensive in Gaza as a rookie war correspondent. How weird is that? A few short months ago, he was just a plain old dad playing catch with his boy on his Ohio suburban street. That is until he refused to bow down to The One, when the messiah-elect's campaign stumbled onto his quiet neighborhood. Instead of fielding a softball question from one of his glassy-eyed followers, Obama found Joe The Plumber. Joe's probing question about taxes was able to roto-rooter out of Obama the "spreading of the wealth" comment (which should have flushed his candidacy immediately down the drain).

*sigh* But that was then and this is now. And right now, Joe the Plumber is in Israel. The official line is that Joe was signed on to cover Israel's side of the story because the UN and the MSM refuse to, and Joe happens to be "an expert on media bias." I think there is more to it.

In a randomly selected unrelated story...(?)
Fierce focus on tunnels

The 1.5 million Palestinians in Gaza regard the tunnels as a vital lifeline to the outside world, from which they are otherwise almost completely shut off by the Israeli military's control of land, sea and air access to the north, east and west of Gaza. To the south, Gaza has been sealed off by Egypt... Israeli forces were also facing an extensive tunnel network in Gaza City and elsewhere across the Gaza Strip, built to help fighters ambush Israeli troops.

Hmmmm, thinks I. Tunnels clogged with Hamas debris. Joe is in Israel. Joe is a plumber. What is one of the main tools of the trade of a plumber? A plumber's snake. What is it? A plumber's snake is a flexible auger of metal coils used to remove pesky clogs in plumbing that cannot be loosened with a plunger.

If you were Israel and you secretly built the world's largest plumber's snake to deal with these tunnels, who would YOU want at the controls of this experimental device?

The part of the tunnel clog in picture was played by the Hamas Bear.

Five Steps in creating a stress-free you!

and other blog titles of false advertisements!
Step One: Organize your stuff.

These are my car keys, and as you can see, they are color coded. "Why are they color coded?," I imagine you asking. To save me aggravation, that's why. Prior to the sticker system, finding the correct key the first time was like playing a daily game of Schrödinger's cat, where each key was simultaneously the correct key and the wrong key at the same time.

The statistical improbability of me never getting the right key the first time out of only four choices is too astronomical for there not to have been some miniature black hole or quantum physics string theory at play each time.

"Huh?," you say. "What's that about a cat?"

Schrödinger's cat was a "thought experiment" that set out to explain the paradox of subatomic particles existing in all possible states of position until such time they were locked into one state or the other by observation. Schrödinger proved this with an experiment that involved flogging his cat into unconsciousness and putting it in a cardboard box. He then taped the box up and made his friends guess whether or not the cat was alive or dead. He insisted that, until the cat was observed, it was both dead and alive simultaneously (though the smell emanating from the box said otherwise). It is said that Schrödinger was not invited to many parties after this.

Listen people, I have studied quantum physics and subatomic particle thingys for the better part of my life, if not the last 5 minutes on Wiki. I have also watched most of Scott Bakula's "Quantum Leap" TV series episodes. My point is, you can believe what I say, as I think I have demonstrated yet again my authority and grasp of these very complex concepts (if not, the proper use of commas and sentence formulation).

What were we talking about again? Oh yah, my car keys.

It usually took me 5 or 6 attempts to get the right key before I put different colored stickers on them. yes I know there aren't that many keys, and yes, I tried the same wrong key twice on more than one occasion.

You have probably figured out by now that the colors on the keys correspond to the color of the car they operate. Brilliant, I know. The red key goes with the Chattering Teeth mobile seen in my avatar, the yellow goes with the Ferrari, the black is for the Porsche, and the white key operates the Mercedes. Of course, these are pet names for the real rustbuckets littering my driveway, but why quibble?

So there you have it. In a world of chaos and stress, I have successfully eliminated this irritant. One less thing.

*POOF* Rear Admiral Albert Calavicci materializes, holding what appears to be a Gameboy.

AL: "Ziggy says your neighbors are getting suspicious over their missing cats and the police want your trunk keys."

DISCLAIMER: No cats were actually harmed in the making of this blog post. The same can't be said for this guy.

Local pizzeria "holds the anchovies" (and the Budweiser)

I know I've already blogged this, but...

"Chuck E. Cheese's is in the national spotlight again because of violence at the kid-friendly haven," but Chuck E. Cheese in Flint Township is more peaceful place after banning booze eliminated fights.

In the 11 months since Chuck E. Cheese's in Flint Township put away the beer, township cops have only been called back to restaurant about a dozen times -- mainly for complaints about stolen purses and vandalism in the parking lot. "Nothing major," said township Police Chief George Sippert. "No fights."

The decrease in violence is being credited to the prohibition of alcohol shortly after the January 2008 brawl at Chucky's place. So far I have kept my promise "to find another pizzeria to take my adolescents where I can celebrate their birthdays like I always have. A shot of whiskey with the boyz while waiting for the ho to come take my order."

SIDE NOTE: The gang responsible for adorning the Flint restaurant with graffiti gang symbols is still at large.

Obama might as well dance

Most asinine quote in past century?
"We cannot depend on government alone to create jobs or long-term growth..."
messiah-elect Barrack Obama


"We no can depend alone on circling camp fire singing 'aye yuh yuh yuh aye yuh yuh yuh' to chase away evil spirit and make rain fall from sky."
Indian Tribal Medicine Man and Rain Dancer

Of course, this is an imperfect analogy. The indian's dance, while having no effect on the condensation of atmospheric water vapor, will not have an opposite intended effect by worsening the drought.

It would be better for the economy if the messiah-elect threw his plan in the garbage, put on a feathered headdress, and sang 'aye yuh yuh yuh aye yuh yuh yuh'.

GOT STRESS? Deal with it

This may surprise some of you, but I am no doctor. But I do know that stress in our lives can create many health risks. Stress is a killer people, so we'd better find a way to deal with it. Stress messes with our respiratory, circulatory, uhhhh... digestionatory... pretty much all of your bodies atory systems.

Charles Laughton's "Captain Bligh" in the 1935 film Mutiny on the Bounty dealt with his stress by rolling steel marbles in his hands (and sadistically flogging his crew). I've tried both, and neither works for me.

I'm still looking for the perfect stress reliever. There are bad ideas that make it to market and there are good ideas that never see the light of day (see below).

A YouTube clip of how the 'iBoobs' application would have looked on an iPhone. Apple rejected the application, created by a Dutch game-graphics company, on grounds of taste. The computer-generated breasts jiggle when the iPhone is shaken.	UNDER DEVELOPMENT: The 'iBiden' boob application. Dutch designers would only say, "bobbly bobbly bobbly bobbly bobbly bobbly bobbly bobbly bobbly bobbly bobbly bobbly bobbly bobbly bobbly bobbly bobbly bobbly bobbly bobbly bobbly bobbly bobbly bobbly"

This one looks like it has potential!

Feeling stressed out while you're at work? Maybe this miniature punch ball can help you to vent your anger. Punch away and receive cool cheers of jubilation from the built-in speaker. Perfect to be used on any desk. While you're on the phone talking to a frustrated boss/client you will be able to punch away on this punch ball.

DISCLAIMER: A few individuals may suffer side effects that include the development of a very unhealthy relationship with the mini punching bag. (think Tom Hanks and his volleyball "Wilson" in the movie Cast Away)

What works for you?

Joe goes to the show

Sold-out movie thwarts Bidens
He's a heartbeat away from the presidency, but that apparently didn't help Joe Biden get a movie ticket Saturday night.


Chattering Teeth exclusive! INSIDE my head SOURCES!
RANDOM MOVIE PATRON: So I'm waiting in line in front of Joe Biden and his entourage. He kept tapping my shoulder and telling me that Hillary Clinton was much more qualified than he was to be vice president of the United States. I guess he just wanted to make small talk.

JOE "THE BIDEN": I wanted to see that Benjamin Button movie. I hear it's about some guy who starts aging backwards WITHOUT painful botox injections and plastic surgery. I was curious to know if this Benjamin character takes on the appearance of a wedge of apple pie held down on it's plate by saran wrap?

BOX OFFICE BABE: I recognized him as soon as he came up. He had a black jacket and jeans on. His hairplugs were neatly coifed above his unmoving forehead. Kinda looked like a slice of apple pie with tight plastic wrap over it. It was definitely him.

SECRET SERVICE AGENT: So I get to the window and try to purchase the tickets and this gal says they are sold out. SOLD OUT!? I told her, "Lady, That's Joe "The Biden" and his wife Jill over there," but she wouldn't budge. I even told her about how Obama ordered him to get Joe outta his hair for a while. She insisted they had no more seats.

JOE "THE BIDEN": When I was told this, I went BALLISTIC! I swear my forehead might have twitched! That suit with the dark sunglasses that follows me around told me to calm down, that there weren't any seats left.

SECRET SERVICE AGENT: And then Joe starts yelling that he didn't need a stinking seat. He says, "I'll stand up! I'll stand up for the movie. Let's all stand up for Benjamin!"

Jill: I asked about other shows, but he really wanted to see 'Benjamin Button'. He was getting unruly, so I bought tickets to "Yes Man", as it seemd fitting. We gave him a large buttered popcorn and that seemed to calm him down.

JOE "THE BIDEN": Oh Jill? Where's my three-lettered word? You know, C_O_K_E ?

Blog about nothing

Some days there are just too many juicy internets tidbits and I can't decide what is worthy to blog. And then I'll think of the Seinfeld episode where George Costanza is pitching "the show about nothing" to Jerry.

GEORGE: It's about nothing.
JERRY: No story?
GEORGE: No forget the story.
JERRY: You've got to have a story.
GEORGE: Who says you gotta have a story? Remember when we were waiting for, for that table in that Chinese restaurant that time? That could be a TV show.

And then I'll read a headline like Boy, 4, shoots babysitter for stepping on his foot and think, "that could be a blog." After all, this is a blog about nothing, which kinda takes the pressure off.

JACKSON, Ohio – Police say an angry 4-year-old Ohio boy grabbed a gun from a closet and shot his baby sitter... BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH... The child has not been charged.

Well I should hope not! Sounds like a righteous shooting to me. "Some men just need killin'," babbled baby Charles Goodnight.

Or how about story idea two:
'Nitro' From 'American Gladiators:' Steroids Gave Me 'Man Boobs,'
"Man boobs, breast-chesticles is what they're called on the street. Gynecomastia is the scientific name. No matter what you call it, I [had] it..."
To this I say "American Gladiator?" More like "Amammary Gladbagsiator". *pause*
Get it? *pause* Amammary Gladbagsiator. Go ahead. Sound it out. That's teh funneh. And somewhere in cyberspace, I hear George Costanza say "Yep, that could be a blog."

Or I can stick with something political.
So will Raymond "Ironside" Burr be seated as the next senator from Illinois, or will the democrats play the handicapped wheel chair card? What's that you say? Blagoje-biotch tapped "Roland Burris", not "Raymond Burr", and the dems are playing the race card again, not the wheelchair card?

Close enough! Top dems are stating that Burris will not be admitted into the senate chamber on opening day. Sounds like they are setting up a gauntlet of muscle! I just hope that don't use Harry Reid as their middle linebacker. You'd have better luck with Feinstein stuffing the run and Barbara Boxer as free safety.

Or we could go with the personal aside:
If you're like me, if you've heard it once, you've heard it a thousand times - "DaBlade. Quit playing with your widgets!". That's "blog widgets" people. I've been experimenting with them. (yes, I know I'm behind the times and most of you, but I'll get there). Widgets, I've learned, are sort of like BLOG BLING, or blog flair. Speaking of which, wasn't that Jennifer Anistan wearing my flair?

Take my first poll for example. So far, a whopping 700,000 votes, with the overwhelming majority of voters begging me to continue (statistical stats stuff: One Chattering Teeth poll voter represents 100,000 Americans). I even have a detractor or two! It is what keeps me going!

So in conclusion:
Today's blog has covered a lot of ground, yet when boiled down to it's essence, was about absolutely nothing at all. Just the way I like it.

*BUZZZ* I gotta run. That's the clothes dryer and my man-bra is ready. See ya tomorrow, when I'm sure I will have nothing more to say.

Cardigans For Humanity

Jimmy "Mister Rogers" Carter's answer to the energy crisis in 1977 was for all Americans to wear a cardigan sweater and to turn down the thermostat. A tad bit more effective, maybe, then to just mandate proper tire inflation as the official energy policy. But still - mandatory cardigan-wear? What if folks had actually listened to the peanut farmer on this? How scary would that be?



Now this...

Charity homes built by Hollywood start to crumble

RESIDENTS of a model housing estate bankrolled by Hollywood celebrities and hand-built by Jimmy Carter, the former US president, are complaining that it is falling apart... One resident said her children were suffering from skin complaints. “The intentions are good, but when the politicians and big-shot stars have left we’re stuck with the consequences. This house looks pretty but inside it either stinks or sweats,” she said.

As blogger babe Michelle Malkin stated on this subject, "The road to hell is paved with good intentions". Listen people. I don't care how destitute or in need of shelter I may become. Jimmy Carter is not welcome to my neighborhood, let alone welcome to build my home. Now if I wanted tips on growing peanuts in my victory garden, I might pick up the phone. Hey, no knock on Jimmy. We all have our unique talents. Apparently, Carter's doesn't include building houses (or leading the free world, as we so painfully found out).


"This house looks pretty but inside it either stinks or sweats".

Stinky and sweaty? No, that wasn't Harry Reid describing those pesky tourists again. That statement also describes the good intentions of liberalism. Doesn't it sound shiny and spiffy on the outside? Make love, not war. Peace on erf. Elimination of poverty by simply taxing "the rich". It falls apart in it's implementation, just like a Carter-built home.

As usual, I believe I have come up with a solution for those unfortunate folks with the skin conditions arising from their dilapidated Carter-built homes. (and funny thing is, I owe it to Jimmy!).

Step one: First things first, let's deal with that nasty rash. Rub some peanut-oil on the affected areas and your skin will be clear and vibrant in no time at all! (either that, or an unlucky few will suffer a violent peanut allergy, in which case they won't necessarily care about that silly rash anymore.)

Step two: Let's deal with the crumbling house. Getting a little drafty in there is it? Well put on a damn sweater! Whaddya want fer nuttin!? Think you're smarter than a president?

Pictured:
Weezer performs Buddy Holly, demonstrating what we would look like if mandatory cardigan attire becomes law. In a weird twist, they wrote about the chaos that would ensue from such an unjust law in their...



Undone -- The Sweater Song:
If you want to destroy my sweater...Woah-ah-woah-ah-woah.
Hold this thread as I walk away... As I walk away.
Watch me unravel, I'll soon be naked.
Lying on the floor, lying on the floor
I've come undone.

Obama promises to send out a text message from his Blackberry on the Israeli-Palestinian conflict

OK, not really. But he should! Remember how "hip and cool" (*gag*) Barry was when he announced his very cerebral VP pick (*double gag*) to the "People of the World" via the text message?

Who needs fireside chats when we could get regular text messages from The One?

What do you say Obama? Give us a "thumbs up" or "thumbs down" on whether you believe that Israel has a right to defend herself, or if you are in Ackmadeenadude's corner (and Roseann Barr's) and believe that Israel should be wiped off the map.

Transition officials insist that the messiah-elect has been "monitoring the situation" in Gaza. "Monitoring" in the sense that they see him staring at his Blackberry again. Either that, or he has been playing UNO.

His handlers have also promised The One would not comment publicly until his January 20th coronation, and certainly not until "his" thoughts are properly vetted and transcribed on his teleprompter. Meanwhile, Obama's followers are left to wonder who they should root for in the Gaza dustup.

Remember when the Howard Stern Show Quizzed Obama Supporters in Harlem on the issues of the day? The problem was that the interviewer attributed McCain's positions to Obama, and his empty vessel followers quickly adopted these positions.

INTERVIEWER: Do you support Obama more because he's pro-life or because he says our troops should stay in Iraq and finish the war?
EMPTY VESSEL: Ummm... I guess both.
INTERVIEWER: Obama likes The Detroit Lions in this year's Super Bowl and the Darfurians in the Gaza conflict. Who are you supporting?
EMPTY VESSEL: Ummm... I guess both.

OK, so I made that last one up. The point is, not only has Obama's silence led to confusion amongst the Obamanites, but has led to anger in the Middle East.

"The start is not good," said Khaled Musheel-something-or-other (pronounced: ...*just clear your throat*), leader of the Hamas Islamist movement in Gaza. If Obama is not careful, he is going to lose the support of the
terrorists and jihadists that officially endorsed him in his election.

So where does Obama's loyalties stand? With the Hamas terrorists or the democracy and U.S. ally? Isn't it a sad testament to how far we've fallen to even have to ask that question? Obama did tell the NYT in July that he did not think that "any country would find it acceptable to have missiles raining down on the heads of their citizens. Of course, he made this statement before he started golfing on a regular basis, so we're not really sure if his position has changed since then.

Obama told the Times that it was "very hard to negotiate with a group that ... does not recognize your right to exist, has consistently used terror as a weapon, and is deeply influenced by other countries."

Hmmm... Sounds like he is describing the democrat's view of conservatives. The "tolerant ones" certainly don't recognize our right to exist, they spread terror and fear of conservatives thru manipulation of the MSM, and the dems are absolutely influenced by other countries. Wasn't that their main mantra during the campaign? That we should seek to gain the love and support from other countries that Bush had lost?

Whoa! I'm vibrating! I gotta go. I must check this incoming text message. It could be The One, after all.

Who's there?

Finally! Someone as paranoid as me...


Double header youth hockey games today! The first is a noon faceoff pitting our own Flint 94's against the K-Wings in Kalamazoo. The nightcap is a 7PM affair in Grand Rapids against the Rockford Rams.

Road trip baby! I'm outta here. See ya tomorrow.

Castro's Utopia

Thursday brought in the new year but it also marked Fifty Years of Fidel.

"Fifty years ago, freedom left Havana and it has never come back."

I just hope this same thing isn't said about US at the fifty year anniversary of the inauguration of Barack Obama.

But what on earth could the Left find better in Castro? The Cuba he took over was one of the most prosperous nations in the Western Hemisphere. Cubans were not boarding leaky boats to try to escape... Castro took a Cuba which was cosmopolitan and open to all of the world and made it a prison outpost of that most brutal of imperialist power, the Soviet Union.

Joe "The feebleminded democrat": Oh yeah? What about Cuba's superior national health care system that Michael Moore told us about? Those Cubans in those so-called "leaky boats" you mentioned are probably just those selfish Cuban rich folks in their fancy yachts attempting to avoid paying their fair share. After all, when you spread the wealth around, it's good for everybody!

Smoke 'em if ya got 'em!