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I'm tired of hearing that comedians can't come up with jokes about our new President. Here's one I've been working on all week. Barack Obama walks into a bar. I'm sure I'll have the punch line soon. To get a feel for the climateprogress blog, this is written in its style. Anti-environmentalist character assassin Joe Romm adds Greenpeace to his list of despicable enablers of global warming doom. The former Enron cheerleader wallows in hyper partisan loathing. His propaganda pushing website puts politics before all else. Actually solving the problem he claims will kill us all is less far less important to him than gaining political power for his George Soros and corrupt banking interest funded friends and allies. After careful consideration, I have determined the best way to increase traffic is to start an internet feud. Therefor, I call on Joseph Romm to stop putting politics before progress and cease his attacks on those who dare disagree with his apocalyptic visions and his desperate big government proscriptions. As an innovation in internet feuding, I will only say nice things about Mr. Romm. Who is this guy? Joseph Romm is a blogger funded by the Center for American Progress. Progress here refers to progressive politics, a party line strongly promoted on the blog. It occurs to me that lipstick shouldn't actually make your lips stick. Socialism: If you have two cows, you give one to your neighbor. Communism: If you have two cows, you give them to the government and then the government gives you some milk. Fascism: If you have two cows, you keep the cows and give the milk to the government; then the government sells you some milk. New Dealism: If you have two cows, you shoot one and milk the other; then you pour the milk down the drain. Nazism: If you have two cows, the government shoots you and keeps the cows. Capitalism: If you have two cows, you sell one and buy a bull. Arctic Ocean
I've started something called Replacing Fossil Fuel. It's a cog in a social movement. They're coming out with a solar powered rifle. That son of a gun is a gun of a sun. I have, over the years, developed Spousal Auditory Differentiation to an exceptional degree. This allows me to block all sounds pertaining to yard work or home repair. I consider it a superpower. My wife has a much less complimentary name for it. |
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The mournful condition returns. Hey batter, hey batter. Nobody goes there anymore, it's too crowded. (Yogi Berra) This is our century. What improbable manifestation of cursed fate can possibly stand in our way? |
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