I did, have you? 25 Oct 2010 @ 20:44Posted by Supreme General Rayegun in : Life in the Southern Command HQ , add a comment
Both the Generalette and myself did, just today no less.
It only took 5 minutes from the time we got out of the Official Southern Command Staff Conveyance until we once again re-entered it. For both of us!
What is this you ask?
We did the one thing that makes our individual voices be heard and recognized in our great republic.
You are hereby summarily ordered to do likewise, unless you’re a sick, twisted freak that really enjoys the “fundamental transformation” that Al Obambi and George Soros Inc. are currently in-progress with. We here at the Southern Command are thoroughly sick of the utter thrashing these people are doing to the Constitution (that they SWORE TO PROTECT AND HONOR) let alone the almost irreparable damage they are doing to this great land. Just looking out for Mother Earth my big, fat ass. These nimrods are pouring out slop that no respectable farm animal would come within THREE MILES of. Even if they were upwind of it!!!!
Let the pigsty that D.C. has become know that WE THE PEOPLE are here now to plow over the manure and replant our nation with the seeds of LIFE, LIBERTY, and the PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS. And yes, IN GOD WE TRUST is something more than just a phrase printed on our money.
Who still uses the hardcopy version of the phone book? 14 Oct 2010 @ 17:47Posted by Supreme General Rayegun in : Life in the Southern Command HQ , add a comment
Might want to consider bookmarking the site, they’ve got tons of really useful Windows, Mac, and Linux tips….as well as the occasional time-saving household tidbit.
That’s all for now….it’s been a rough week. Maybe some more tomorrow since it’s a down day for the Command Staff.
Where’s the cries for pet health insurance reform??? 2 Oct 2010 @ 07:30Posted by Supreme General Rayegun in : Humor , add a comment
A woman brought a very limp duck to a veterinary surgeon. As she laid her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird’s chest. After a moment or two, the vet shook his head and sadly said, “I’m sorry, Ma’am, but your duck, Cuddles, has passed away.”
The distressed woman wailed, “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I am sure. Your duck is dead,” replied the vet.
“How can you be so sure?” she protested. “I mean, you haven’t done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something.”
The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room. He returned a few minutes later with a black Labrador Retriever. As the duck’s owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom.
He then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head. The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room.
A few minutes later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.
The vet looked at the woman and said, “I’m sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck.”
The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman.
The duck’s owner, still in shock, took the bill. “$150!” she cried, “$150 just to tell me my duck is dead!”
The vet shrugged, “I’m sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been $20, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it’s now $150.”