“Bad Economy, Bad! Get Down!”

Today I stopped two purchases, simply  because the cost of the items were exorbitantly higher than I was expecting, and my paycheck was disappointingly less than I was expecting.

In one case, I was at Lowes, purchasing accessories for installing a wood stove. I expected something in the neighborhood of $125 to be the purchase price. When they were rung up the cashier asked for over $309.

“No way,” I said, and I took the parts back.

The second non-purchase occurred 30 minutes later. I went to buy a food item that used to cost 50 cents.The cashier said it was 75 cents. “Forget it,” I said.

My son said the price increases were due to QE3 (Quantitative Easing, round 3).

I don’t know about your circumstances, but I’m not interested in another four years of this nonsense.

Teddy Roosevelt Loves Ice Cream

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The other day I was walking by the General Store, in Redstone Colorado. I looked over and who should I see? Teddy Roosevelt. Looking very presidential, eating an ice cream cone.

I sauntered over to him and said, “Mr. President, what’s your favorite kind of  ice cream?”

“Anything,” he huffed, “that Barack Obama DOESN’T like!”

I shook his hand, thanked him for his service, and marched away.

President Obama’s Secret Weapon

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Today I heard part of a speech where Barack  Obama was championing civil rights. To paraphrase part of that speech, here is what he declared: “because of what happened when they marched over that bridge, a white girl and a black man could have a child, and Barack Obama Jr. was born.”

Republicans are saying that President Obama is ignorant on civil rights and American history, because of the fact that he was born before that march. But that couldn’t be true, because he’s a Harvard graduate, and you know how hard it is to get a Harvard degree these days.

Using sophisticated detective techniques, I found out why he said what appears to be a gaffe.

He’s got a time machine.

You’re looking at the world’s first photo of the plans for that machine at the top of the page.

Using the time machine, Barack Obama Jr. went back in history, saw that civil rights march happen, and said, “I’ll have myself born before the march, knowing what a great place America is going to become in the past.”

Pure genius.

It’s no wonder he was able to graduate from Harvard and not have to release his university transcripts.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to hop into that time machine and see who I should have voted for coming up back in 2012. This is going to be easy.

The Tweety Bird Effect

 

“We’re lookin’ for a home life, and clean smellin’ sheets,

and all the soft places to fall.”

Willie and Waylon

(Poncho and Lefty album, circa 1985)

Flint and I used to sing that song at the top of our lungs while driving his little Toyota pickup truck through Utah. We were going to go teach rock climbing. How appropriate.

I also sang that song with the other Wilderness Rangers in Wyoming a year earlier. We rode horses into the Absorka Wilderness, and dodged grizzlies, moose, lightning, hypothermia, broken legs, drownings, bad cooking, and poachers.

Now here I am in Marble, Colorado, building my own house with the help of my wife and kids. As I cut the 2×12 lumber for roof blocking, it drops onto the floor. Some of the pieces crack, and some of them actually break into two pieces. So looking around for a solution (“Dad, they’re hitting the ground too hard”), I set out the Tweety Bird chair.

The Tweety Bird chair was bought by a friend in San Antonio and given to one of my children a few years ago. It’s a nylon fold up chair with a Tweety Bird sporting a 12 inch head and 3 inch body. I put the chair under the overhanging wood, and when I cut the board off with the saw, the wood would fall and be caught by the Tweety Bird. Every time the board landed without breaking, I would yell, “Tweety Bird!”. That kept the nailers warned that product was on their way in good condition.

Enter: “The Tweety Bird Effect”. The Tweety Bird Effect is when you try to keep things from breaking by giving them a soft landing when they fall.

Barack Obama must think that he’s the big Tweety Bird in Washington. He’s trying to catch the falling auto industry. He’s trying to catch the falling bank industry. He’s trying to catch the falling healthcare industry, falling education system, falling military, falling bike path industry, and falling travel trailer industry. And don’t forget the falling environment of the entire world.

As the big Tweety Bird in Washington, our President will pretty much keep you safe in EVERYTHING. The only thing you have to do is give him your money, time, and life. It’s that easy to be kept safe.

 

The only thing is, what if Barack Obamais a bad cook, or an unconstitutional poacher?

Barack Obama Wants You to Buy Toenail Clippers

Anyone who has been on the Internet lately (I assume you’re not reading this on a bulletin board at work) has noticed the “stimulus” ads. I’m talking about the ones using Barack Obama’s name.

“Barack Obama wants you to lose weight!”

“Barack Obama wants you to buy a new car!”

“Barack Obama wants you to buy organic toenail clippers!”

Who are these people, and why don’t they fire their ad agencies? Do they really think that Americans want the President telling them what to do on EVERYTHING?

“Barack Obama wants you to invest in yo-yos!”

“Barack Obama wants you to sell your children to slave traders and go back to school!”

“Earn your B.A. (Barack of America) degree while sitting at home collecting unemployment!”

To have so many ads on the Internet using Barack Obama’s stimulus plan as the impetus, shows what a nation of charlatans and con men we’ve become. Either that, or we are all now taking marching orders from our new Commander in Chief. Or maybe we all are greedy and just want “the other guy” to pay for our life’s choices.

“Barack Obama wants you to plant wildflowers!”

“Barack Obama wants you to give blood to the needy government!”

“Barack Obama wants you to lick his boots! Only $29.95. Don’t delay!”

The chickens will come home to roost when Americans start calling the White House switchboard and begin asking questions like, “Mr. President, where should I send my kid to college?… Or camp?”

“Mr. Obama, which peanut butter should I buy?”

“Mr. President of the Century, where did I put my car keys?”

“Hey Barry, can I borrow the car tonight?

“What’s up with last week’s NASCAR satellite feed?

“Why are there so many questions about cars on Jerry Begly’s blog site?”

I don’t know. Maybe it’s OK for Barack Obama to be invoked about everything. After all, he asked for it.

“Hello Whitehouse? My organic toenail clippers broke. Where do I send them for repair?"