The AIG bailout Simplified and explained by a Southerner
Hillarious.
www.knoxnews.com/news/2009/mar/22/all-aigs-in-one-basket/
Sam Venable writes for a Knoxville newspaper and is funny and smart on a very regular basis.
March 20, 2009
Friday’s political lessons
1. In my many years I have come to a conclusion that one useless man is a shame, two is a law firm and three or more is a congress.
– John Adams2. If you don’t read the newspaper you are uninformed, if you do read the newspaper you are misinformed.
– Mark Twain3. Suppose you were an idiot. And suppose you were a member of Congress. But then I repeat myself.
– Mark Twain4. I contend that for a nation to try to tax itself into prosperity is like a man standing in a bucket and trying to lift himself up by the handle ..
– Winston Churchill
Office Soap Opera
Oh what a tangled web we weave when…….
My boss, B, came out of the closet three weeks ago at a going away party that took place at the local bar. Some of us already knew that she had been having an affair with D, but the look on people’s faces that night were priceless when they say B and D together as a couple. The next day I asked my boss if her ear was still wet since D could not seem to keep her tongue out of there. This is the first lesbian affair B has ever had in her life. She and I are able to discuss anything in the world with ease and have become friends, though not the kind that hang out together and go shopping or have lunch. Anyway, I don’t want to drag this story on since I do have to get to work so I’m going to shorten things a bit.
D has been in a relationship for 11 years and has raised her lover’s daughter since she was age four. Due to that, support is not that great for B among her closest friends. B has also stated she will never tell her parents until she is living far away. This tells me that she is not totally committed to D, even though D has now decided she wants to break it off with her companion of eleven years and become committed to B. D bought B an engagement ring which B wore on Monday. The rest of the week the ring was off the finger because B had decided she did not want to share D, but D wanted to have the cake and frosting too.
The crap hit the fan yesterday. D’s companion was told that D loved B and wanted her only. D’s companion promptly texted B at least twenty times, called both cell and office numbers about forty times, and finally texted that she was outside the office and coming inside. B went into a meeting, how convenient was that? I was left to lock the first entrance by our offices and flag D’s companion to the door for visitors. I headed to the front and found the companion asking for B. I informed the companion B was in a meeting and would not be available for one hour. The companion quickly informed me that if I did not tell B this was an emergency and get her up there then the police will become involved. Upon hearing this B had no choice but to go talk to the companion who only wanted to tell her that she couldn’t believe B had used her trust and friendship to get the love of her life. B told the companion she would talk to her after work. Today B called and told me she had no black eyes or broken bones. It’s a miracle! I wonder if she will now be D’s wife or if D will remain with her current wife.
Week in Review
File under Week 12 of 2009.
Check out this video on the New F**king CitiBank, now Nationalized!
From the I hate it when that happens file comes this story about a woman who blew up while pumping gas.
RIP to Natasha Richardson.
Fucktard of the week:
Josef Fritzl. His infamy may soon exceed that of Charlie Manson. Remember however, that Charlie didn’t kill anybody.
This dumbass who put a spy cam in a Starbucks bathroom.
Edgar Wendt. Dude, just off yourself, you don’t have to take other folks with you. They will just torture you in the afterlife. Hopefully.
NY Archer of doom Eric Collins is a Fucktard for piercing a woman in N Y.Did anyone notice the price of gas creeping up to over $2 again?
It was a busy week around here, so a short Review. Spring is here!!!
Enjoy your freedoms and happy healthy weekends to all.
March 17, 2009
St. Patrick’s Day Joke
An Irishman is sitting at the end of a bar. He sees a lamp at the end of the table. He walks down to it and rubs it. Out pops a genie. It says, “I will give you three wishes.”
The man thinks awhile. Finally he says, “I want a beer that never is empty.”With that, the genie makes a poof sound and on the bar is a bottle of beer. The Irishman starts drinking it and right before it is gone, it starts to refill. The genie asks about his next two wishes.
The man says, “I want two more of these.”
YARBZ NEGATIVE ARCHIVE: CALIFORNIA MOUNTAIN CABIN TRIP 1969 OR 1970
March 16, 2009
YARBZ NEGATIVE ARCHIVE: ON A BOAT AND STYLIN’
March 13, 2009
Week in Review
File under Week 11 of 2009.
It is our second Friday the Thirteenth in two months. Spooky.
Spring is starting to look like it is making a return around these parts. It was still pretty cold this week, but the warmth is returning, the tulips and daffodils are starting to poke out of the ground and there is a scent of renewal in the air. I LOVE Spring! My heart soars every year around this time when I see the first tips of tulips that have lain dorment for months. Soon they will bring color and vibrance back into the world after a long dreary Winter. Grass is greening and trees are starting to bud. It is almost time to open the pool and prepare for Summer.
Terry Joe Sedlacek, the church gunman from Maryville, IL leads our list of Fucktards this week. Here are others:
Anthony Kirkland from Cincinnati is certainly a fucktard for killing a 7th grader.
Madoff. Nuf Said.
Scott Lamar Abbott from Hueytown, AL stabbed at least four people and that gets him on the list of Fucktards this week.
Michael McLendon from Geneva County, AL is on the list this week because he killed eleven people including four of his kin. They say it is the worst mass killing in Alabama history.
This 17 year old gunman from Germany who killed a bunch of girls is a Fucktard as are all school shooters.
Darrin Sanford is a major Fucktard for being a serial child molester who actually killed a 13 year old girl while being monitored. Warning: clicking on the link may give you a desire to have five minutes alone with Mr. Sanford. I’d be happy to take him out like the garbage that he is.
Honestly, I wouldn’t mind a few minutes alone with Mark and Scott Blankenberg and a Louisville Slugger either. They deserve something very wicked to happen to them.
Here is another pair of Fucktards who were recruited into a drug cartel as hit men. A pic of one of the little bastards is above. Wow. What a story.
Christopher Lanum, who dressed as the Joker from Batman, who committed suicide by cop in the Shenandoah National Forest.
Forensic Search. These guys are out looking for more Fucktards.
This was my feel good sports story of the week. Roll Tide.
I loved this story about a guy who died after winning a pancake eating contest. He started “foaming at the mouth and went down like a sack of stones”. He should have visited our next link. Poor bastard.
I got this link from a cousin and spent much time looking at Why I am Fat. Check out the deep fried tootsie roll on page 4. Some of the creations are pretty gross, but some look tasty. Mmmmmmmmmm Chocolate bacon.
Whaddya think about this guy who is suing an airline for loss of his X-box. He only wants $1 million.
I got a kick out of this story and the thread that follows about a guy who got caught masturbating in the backyard by his Mom, then he punches her in the face. He is now in jail and will be fined. That’s a memorable wank right there.
Are they really changing the name of the Sears Tower to the Willis tower? Believe it.
Enjoy your freedoms and happy healthy weekends to all.
March 12, 2009
YARBZ IMAGE ARCHIVE: SMALL TOWN USA, VERY EARLY AM
Large file in the ‘MORE’ Section.I have the name of the town written down at home but don’t remember it right now. I think it is Indiana but I will clarify later. This was taken in 1999 during my cross country adventure encompassing 16000 miles and is one of the towns we stayed in.
I had a very fitful sleep due to the hot and sticky air that sat motionless in our room. This old boarding house room was quiet and without air conditioning so we could hear the night sounds. Careful listening could separate the apparent silence from the faint buzz of florescent lighting outside our open second floor window. There was the occasional creaking of the old plank floor.
I woke up about well before the light and wondered around the vacant streets of the town with my Leica M6. I was shooting chromes (slides) during the entire trip which seem to capture life more accurately than negatives. This image didn’t make it past my original edit but when recently scanned on better equipment, the image really came alive. It captures precisely how I remember this morning felt as I wondered the slumbering streets in the quiet hours of the morning. Every faint smell and subtle sound seemed amplified to be devoured by the senses. All this delicate input is later lost to all as the clanking daily commotion slowly gains momentum to become a typical weekday. For now though, I can hear the grit scraping away at the worn concrete sidewalks underneath my boots. The soft rhythmic pattern of my solitary meandering keeps me company until the muffled whirling hum of a squeaky-belted V8 engine grumbles by in a pitted chrome and chipped paint clad sedan.
Main Street USA is gone with scant few exceptions. Most of us don’t know what we’ve missed. My generation saw the last of it when we were children. We get mega-sized drug stores with identical stock sitting caddy-corner on every ugly intersection. Battleship sized Wal-Mart’s and Target stores that sell only the cheapest possible version of any given item. Gone are the independent markets and shops run by local families and entrepreneurs who stock diverse quality merchandise and locally grown food and beverage.
Perhaps the end of the generic megastores is near as the struggling economy wields its substantial hammer of retail-natural selection. This could open the door for smaller, better shops and at least a partial return to a local economy. The over-saturation of bland identical corporate retailers that blight America in unending urban sprawl may, I hope, become the compost that feeds a better future.
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