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A preview of things to come?

REICH: …”I am concerned, as I’m sure many of you are, that these jobs not simply go to high-skilled people who are already professionals or to white male construction workers…I have nothing against white male construction workers, I’m just saying there are other people who have needs as well.”

The sheep were in the fields near Washington. They were watching their nightly news during the night and an anchor of the MSM suddenly stood before them, and the glory of the O shone around them; and they were terribly frightened.

But the anchor said to them, “Do not be afraid; for behold, I bring you good news of great joy which will be for all the people; for today in the city of Washington there has been elected for you a Savior, who is Obama.  This will be a sign for you: you will find Barack wrapped in expensive clothes and lying from a podium.”  

And suddenly there appeared with the achor, a multitude of the heavenly MSM praising O and saying,  “Glory to Obama in the highest, and on earth peace among men with whom the O is pleased with.”

The sheep said to each other, “Let’s go to Washington and see what the O has told us about.”

New shirt available:

The liberals had 8 years to insult and attack President Bush, now it’s our turn to criticize the messiah! Please, no racist bullshit, there are plenty of buck fush bumper stickers and t shirts out there!

It was just outside of EPCOT, when the drugs began to take hold.

It was 4:30 in the morning when I got to the starting line. the crowds had already gathered to watch the start of the race which was still one and a half hours away. I stood eating a banana and drinking a coke to try to stay awake, the banana finished I considered the peels fate, i could hardly leave to dispose of it and lose my spot could I? I wondered if sabotage was allowed for the race, would one less runner offer a better chance for WB? Alas an employee came around picking up garbage so I never got the chance to find out. The countdown had started, I could hear it over the loudspeaker and then the fireworks erupted as the race started.

I was on the side of a highway, a mass of runners moving past me in the dark night, illuminated by the streetlights, the sound of their feet pounding on the asphalt echoing in the morning cold. most of them dressed as runners should, their numbers black on their white bibs, almost glowing and visible before their faces and bodies came into view. Some dressed as characters, Tinkerbell, Minnie Mouse, fairies and princesses. A large gentlemen wearing fairy wings and nothing but a thong below the waist went past… Jesus Christ, what are these God Damn animals? Poor bastards would see him soon enough!

It was at mile four when through the dawning morning WB drifted into view, she slowed, handing me an almost empty water bottle and dead batteries from her camera. I took a photo and she was off again into the morning mist. The crowd had thinned as the runners had gone on. I left this viewing area towards the monorail that would take me into the Magic Kingdom to watch the next part of the race. The mob made their collective way and crammed into the cars. We moved along the tracks above the throbbing mass of runners below making their way to the finish.

I arrived at the transportation center and made my way to the monorail that would take me into the Magic Kingdom. Most of the mass had stayed to watch the runners passing by, so the car was not as crowded as the other had been. I reached the house of the mouse and made my way to main street where the runners were to go by. The wait was fairly short, after Mr Incredible went by,  WB came out of the mass of runners a few minutes later, once again, she shed extra weight, posed for a photo and she was off again. I met up with J&R and we quickly rushed to the castle to see WB come out through the front and weave her way around the path, stopping to pose for another photographer and she was gone, lost in the mass once again.

J&R and me made our way to the bus stop to the next viewing area. We were crammed into the bus and hauled to Animal Kingdom and walked to the viewing area, stopping on the way to get refreshments. The heat had started to kick in, I’ve never been able to properly explain myself in this climate. We had found a shaded area to wait, the runners passing us in waves as we stood watching, Mr Incredible had come and gone, yet WB had yet to pass, she had lost time somewhere along the route, a few Minnies and fairies had gone by, as had Santa. WB finally made her appearance, grabbing my refreshing Coke to drink and she was off again, we watched as she faded into the distance and we made our way back to the meat tube to be taken back to where we had come from, back to the beginning, back to the end of this ordeal.

We made it to the finish line, but we had time to waste. we decided to find some shade and sit, waiting for WBs finish time to get closer. When the time came, we returned to the viewing stand to wait for the end of WBs quest. she arrived triumphantly to the finish line after 7 hours of running, along with all the finishers of the race, for some this would be another in a long line of finishes, for others it would be the only time, the high water mark of their lives that would crest here in the land of imagination and dreams before receding back to their normal everyday lives.

With apologies to Hunter S. Thompson!

This is funny, and if you can’t see it then I think you’re an idiot and deserves ridicule. I had hoped that Colombia had not yet gotten so politicly correct that they can’t laugh at themselves, am I wrong? I give Mike Peters credit for spelling it correctly too, If he drops by the office sometime I’ll let him know I found the strip very funny.

I’m sure someone who is to stupid to read my about box will call me a racist!