For American JUers........ Take out a quarter, dime, nickle and a penny. Put them in a row. I'll wait.................... Notice that Washington, Jefferson and Roosevelt are pointing one way, while Lincoln is facing the other. Know why that is? If you freed the slaves, could you face your friends?

This guy goes on vacation to the Holy Land with his wife, daughter, and his black son-in-law. While there, the black guy trips over a rock and falls off a cliff, and is killed. The daughter is all distraught and the wife, upset, is trying to comfort the daughter. "Don't worry," the guy says, "I'll handle the arrangements." So, he goes and finds an undertaker in Jerusalem who tells him he can have the body shipped back to America for $5,000, or that he, the undertaker, can arrange for buria...

This guy goes on vacation to the Holy Land with his wife, daughter, and his black son-in-law. While there, the black guy trips over a rock and falls off a cliff, and is killed. The daughter is all distraught and the wife, upset, is trying to comfort the daughter. "Don't worry," the guy says, "I'll handle the arrangements." So, he goes and finds an undertaker in Jerusalem who tells him he can have the body shipped back to America for $5,000, or that he, the undertaker, can arrange for buria...

This guy's sitting in a bar, when the door opens and in walks this guy carrying what looks like a big suitcase. Suitcase Guy sits down next to him, nodding once to him as he puts the suitcase on the floor, and orders a drink. The first guy, curious, asks him "What's in the suitcase?" The guy replies: "I'm a professional hitman. That's my gun." "Really? No shit?.....can I see it?" the first guy asks. "Sure," the hitman says, putting it on the bar and flipping open the clasps on the case. ...

This guy's sitting in a bar, when the door opens and in walks this guy carrying what looks like a big suitcase. Suitcase Guy sits down next to him, nodding once to him as he puts the suitcase on the floor, and orders a drink. The first guy, curious, asks him "What's in the suitcase?" The guy replies: "I'm a professional hitman. That's my gun." "Really? No shit?.....can I see it?" the first guy asks. "Sure," the hitman says, putting it on the bar and flipping open the clasps on the case. ...

So last evening, The Wife and I went down to Follansbee, West Virgina, her hometown, for the last night of the yearly "Community Days" celebration. We parked at my in-laws, who live on the South End of town, and walked the few blocks up to the fair. I had a superbly greasy cheese steak with all the trimmings and handcut fries, and a slice of Curly's Pizza. Not my favorite 'zza (makes me gassy, truth be told), but it's pretty good. Then, we just walked up and down the street, checking out th...

A faggot walks into a bar and plops his ass down next to a big, burly nigger. He leans over to the black guy and whispers, "You wanna get a blow job?" Man! The nigger jumps up and beats the living hell out of the queer, kicks his ass and throws him out into the street. He comes back over to the bar and sits down. "Holy shit, Leroy!" the bartender says; "what the hell'd he say to you?" "Aw, I dunno....somethin' 'bout gettin' a job." Let the outcry begin.

A faggot walks into a bar and plops his ass down next to a big, burly nigger. He leans over to the black guy and whispers, "You wanna get a blow job?" Man! The nigger jumps up and beats the living hell out of the queer, kicks his ass and throws him out into the street. He comes back over to the bar and sits down. "Holy shit, Leroy!" the bartender says; "what the hell'd he say to you?" "Aw, I dunno....somethin' 'bout gettin' a job." Let the outcry begin.

I had managed to luck out and come by four tickets to a Pittsburgh Pirates game. It was a Saturday night game, the second in a 3-game series at PNC Park against the cross-state rival Philadelphia Phillies. My wife didn't want to go, so I asked my friend Randy, Steve, our pastor, and one other friend, who didn't show. We got to the stadium just as the game was starting, made our way to our section, stopping occasionally to gasp in the thinning atmosphere and to blot the blood seeping from ou...

I've seen this before, but a friend sent it to me today, and I thought I'd post it. TO ALL THE KIDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE 1920's, 30's 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's !! First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes. Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paints. We had no childproof lids on medicine...

I've seen this before, but a friend sent it to me today, and I thought I'd post it. TO ALL THE KIDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE 1920's, 30's 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's !! First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes. Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paints. We had no childproof lids on medicine...

....but this one has stuck with me. The scene: Wheeling Jr. High School gym, the Spring Dance, 1981. I was there with my homies, as usual. After all, as a general rule, who goes to Teen Dances with a date, right? I was wearing too much of my dad's Brut, and the smell of it, mixed with my Speed Stick deo and the hair spray I stylishly used then to keep my flowing locks in helmet-head place, was probably somewhere close to combustible. Anyway; her name, I'll say, was "Tina"; she wa...

Last evening, as I was working at the Dollar General where I make a (very) few extra bucks, a group of kids came in. There were five or six of them; two were white, the rest black. They made a few purchases and I rang them out and took their money. As I did, I had a chance to make a few quick observations, and these, in turn, left me with a few questions. Chiefly amomg those: Why is it that, when blacks and whites hang out together, for any length of time at all, whites become black? ...

Matt Grinage, a talented friend and co-worker of mine, has written and illustrated a series of 3 children's books. The first, available now, is "Oatie: The Seed That Did Not Know how to Grow". It's about a wheat seed named Oatie, blown off the wheatstock just before his father tells him the facts of life, and thusly sent on a journey to learn about "grow". I've read the manuscripts, and the stories are cute and well-told. To learn more, please click the link. Thanks.

Beforte I start---no, I haven't seen it, of course, but I have read several sparkling reviews of it. Sounds wonderful (yawn). So our former Man-Who-Would-Be President has a new movie. Ever determined to save the planet from the evils and excesses of Humankind, Al Gore and his coterie of scientist-like whackos and Environmentalists have enlisted the willing co-conspirators in Whacko Hollywood to aid them in their battle. "An Inconvenient Truth" is a feature documentary film starring Al G...