For the first time, Apple has decided to escape platforms and enter the browser wars.
Safari, Apple’s OSX browser is now available for Windows XP and Windows Vista machines — and it is blazing fast.
I was skeptical when I first heard about it a month ago. I have had issues with websites and Safari for a long time. Nothing ever seemed to work correctly, it couldn’t read Javascript or it wouldn’t display many of the attributes. Safari was something I would eventually test a web design in only because there were a tiny number of people who insisted on buying Macs.
But the other day I decided to check it out. I downloaded a copy and installed it on my Vista machine and was immediately impressed by the blazing speed of things. It is light weight, sleek, and not full of many frills.
If you have a Vista or XP machine, go read up on this browser. Heck, download it and try it out for yourself.
Post a comment...by DJ Allyn on Tue, Apr 29, 2008
It couldn’t have come at a worse time for Barack Obama. Jeremiah Wright is back in the news cycle “defending” his earlier statements and sermons and acting in such a way that it seems as though he is purposely trying to sabatage Obama’s bid for the presidential nomination.
What gives?
If he was hoping for a black man to obtain the highest office in the free world, then common sense would tell you that he should have remained as quiet as a church mouse.
Unless he has another candidate in mind for that office.
Errol Louis dug up some interesting background about Jeremiah’s sponsor at the National Press Club event on Monday.
Is Jeremiah Wright a colossal disaster for Barack Obama or a press trick?
The Rev. Jeremiah Wright couldn’t have done more damage to Barack Obama’s campaign if he had tried. And you have to wonder if that’s just what one friend of Wright wanted.
Shortly before he rose to deliver his rambling, angry, sarcastic remarks at the National Press Club Monday, Wright sat next to, and chatted with, Barbara Reynolds.
A former editorial board member at USA Today, she runs something called Reynolds News Services and teaches ministry at the Howard University School of Divinity. (She is an ordained minister).
It also turns out that Reynolds – introduced Monday as a member of the National Press Club “who organized” the event – is an enthusiastic Hillary Clinton supporter.
On a blog linked to her Web site- www.reynoldsnews.com- Reynolds said in a February post: “My vote for Hillary in the Maryland primary was my way of saying thank you” to Clinton and her husband for the successes of Bill Clinton’s presidency.
The same post criticized Obama’s “Audacity of Hope” theme: “Hope by definition is not based on facts,” wrote Reynolds. It is an emotional expectation. Things hoped for may or may not come. But help based on experience trumps hope every time.”
In another blog entry, Reynolds gives an ever-sharper critique of Obama: “It is a sad testimony that to protect his credentials as a unifier above the fray, the senator is fueling the media characterization that Rev. Dr. Wright is some retiring old uncle in the church basement.”
I don’t know if Reynolds’ eagerness to help Wright stage a disastrous news conference with the national media was a way of trying to help Clinton – my queries to Reynolds by phone and e-mail weren’t returned yesterday – but it’s safe to say she didn’t see any conflict between promoting Wright and supporting Clinton.
It’s hard to exaggerate how bad the actual news conference was. Wright, steeped in an honorable, fiery tradition of Bible-based social criticism, cheapened his arguments and his movement by mugging for the cameras, rolling his eyes, heaping scorn on his critics and acting as if nobody in the room was learned enough to ask him a question.
Wright has, unquestionably, been caricatured and vilified unfairly. The feeding programs, prison outreach and other social services he has built over more than 30 years are commendable, and his reading of the Judeo-Christian tradition as an epic story of people trying to escape slavery is far more right than wrong – and not something to be caricatured or compressed into a 10-second sound bite.
But Wright should have known – and his friend and ally Reynolds, a media professional, surely knew – that bickering with the press can only harm Wright and, by extension, Obama.
I hope that wasn’t their goal.
It certainly makes you wonder…
Post a comment...by DJ Allyn on Sun, Apr 27, 2008

I know that I have been absent from here for a while, but that’s nothing compared to Grouchy.
Frank and I were just talking about the fact that nobody has heard from Grouch for a while. Does anyone know where he is hiding?
Post a comment...by Ken Carman on Fri, Apr 25, 2008
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This week… early AM; Sirius news reporting, the price of food has soared “double digits.” Some people may be mad, but still not mad enough to unhook themselves from the imbecilic umbilical cord: TV. Meanwhile, gas prices have exploded. If we could build a combustion engine fueled by the rise and fall in fuel prices we’d have a perpetual motion machine.
Today’s news is brought to you by, “Bleaties:” now with less flavor than Wheaties minus the wheat, and less nutrition than chewing on paper. Good for feeding the empty sheep-like minds of the Mildred Montag masses with anything but intellect. And, yes, I admit the gas prices comment was somewhat of an over statement. Somewhat.
I go to the gas pump more than others due to business, and I do that Louisiana to Maine. I’ve seen how they’re playing with gas prices. State taxes don’t seem to make much of a difference anymore. Oh, they add to the price but Kentucky and especially Atlanta, GA, which used to be cheap… New York and Connecticut: expensive… are often the same, occasionally the states with lower taxes have higher prices. It makes no sense, except I have noticed there seems to be an odd, yet seemingly plausible connection between states that “vote” for pro-industry candidates; tolerate voting machine/election chicanery… and those who resist the “trend.” You guessed it: lowest for the first; highest for the second. I’m including states, like Ohio, where obvious fraud has occurred. Localities where precincts had to be shut down so Republicans can shove everyone else out the door so they can count the votes; or play with the machines, wind up on the top of the pricing totem poll. Once upon a less price fixing time; while motoring I-75 between Dayton and Cin-city, for example, one would to see prices dip quite a bit: stations competing.
All a coincidence? Obviously; just like lipstick using pigs gliding with birds in the sky would be “coincidence.”
Of course where once I left the store with a fatter wallet; it’s getting thinner, and thinner, and…
If only I could say that about my gut. Could we get these folks into the dietician biz and out of ripping us off, or would that be a Kevorkian wish?
Is it time to call it raging inflation yet?
Wait. Someone’s calling me. Um, OK. Gee, thanks. Never mind. The media-industrial-military-Bushco complex has told me I can’t say that. Makes our loving, gentle El Presidente look bad. Besides, how can they possibly steal it for McCain if the truth gets in the way? Oh, you say they don’t care about truth? Hmmm… when you’re correct, you’re correct. Or I’ll just offer a little bow with my head like the villain in Demolition Man and say…
“Correct-o-mundo.”
Plausible Denial
Our next topic may have little to do with hunting for (Wesley) Snipes, but a little to do with “sniper fire.”
This week, setting up and tearing down for my show, the staging area, which also is used as a rather large classroom, had the following lesson in “responsibility” up on the board…
“Where are you living?
Responsibility
Freedom
Power… (means your living a life of…) Ownership”“Lay blame (no control)
Justify (excuses)
Deny (I am a liar)
Quit… (means you’re living the life of…) Victims.”
Ah, a flash from the past, or is it that LSD I never ingested coming back to blow my cortex with a bad trip? The pseudo/play-acting psychologist says you should admit to something that you didn’t do. You tell them the truth: you didn’t do it. So they point and say with a smirk…
“You’re living in denial.”
If anyone “is living in denial” it just might be those who make such smug claims so easily. Yes, people lie to themselves. But catch 22′s doth not truth, fairness… or honesty make. So let’s be honest here: people are accused of things they don’t do. It happens. Sometimes people who do things accuse others of what they did, or are doing. Denying does not a liar make. And quit? What else can you do when people insist that guilt by accusation is good enough?
What has this to do with anything going on right now? You’re kidding, right? How often have we entered the media driven portal of Hillary or Barack did/said something and all the wagging pundit’s tongues start with, “If they’d just apologize… if they’d just admit…” Anyone else notice if they do decide to take the easy way out and apologize for something they didn’t do, or what wasn’t really said, or would take too much explaining… it never ends it? The same people who claim it would are right back at them the next day.
And is this any surprise in the days when Gitmo, and turning an American citizen into an ear of corn using only multiple: false, accusations as justification, is treated by the media with a big yawn? Damn it! They have real stories to get to, don’t you know that? Maybe O’Bama knows someone, who knows someone, whose half-ex-brother-in-law loaned a cigarette to someone who considered taking revenge for his Iraqi cousin who soldiers killed by mistake. Barack’s a terrorist sympathizer!
And when, oh, when… when the hell will we hold the blamifier, the deny-inator, the blame everyone else in-Chief, responsible for anything he’s obviously done, responsible for? …like approving torture he once claimed we didn’t do? …for claiming he would hold the leaker who exposed a CIA agent responsible, then refusing to? …for mocking dying soldiers with his “can’t find WMD here, or here” vid? …for lying about Iraq: as in “Saddam kicked the inspectors out,” at one moment, and then “wouldn’t let them back in” damn near in the same breath? For something? Anything?
To repeat myself, when “lipstick using pigs glide with birds in the sky.”
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Inspection is a column that has been written by Ken Carman for over thirty years. Inspection is dedicated to looking at odd angles, under all the rocks and into the unseen cracks and crevasses that constitute the issues and philosophical constructs of our day: places few think, or even dare, to venture.
by RS Janes on Thu, Apr 24, 2008
Received in an email:
What is the truest definition of Globalization?
Just take Princess Diana’s death: An English princess, with an Egyptian boyfriend, crashes in a French tunnel riding in a German car with a Dutch engine driven by a Belgian who was drunk on Scotch whiskey, followed closely by Italian Paparazzi on Japanese motorcycles. Then she was treated by an American doctor using Brazilian medicines.
This was sent to me by an American using Bill Gates’ Microsoft technology, which is developed and produced all over the world. You’re probably processing it on your computer run by Taiwanese microchips and viewing it on a Korean monitor assembled by Bangladeshi workers in a Singapore plant and transported by Indian lorry-drivers, hijacked by Indonesians, unloaded by Sicilian longshoremen, and trucked to you by Mexican illegals!
That, my friends, as McCain would say, is Globalization at work.
From Phil Proctor at Planet Proctor.com
Post a comment...by Ken Carman on Sun, Apr 20, 2008
This edition of Inspection: using a vehicle called fiction instead of some pompous rant, is a commentary on the Pope’s visit and Bush’s comments regarding that visit..
Some believers find faith a way to expand their minds. So did Barack O’Bama mean “all” when he offended the far too easily offended: a current mental condition infecting both sides of the Democratic Party divide right now? But I don’t believe he meant “all” use religion, or guns, as some crutch or to excuse themselves for their bigotry, their hatred and intentional narrow-mindedness. And he was right: unfortunately too many people are looking for some simplistic formula they can cling to: a hatred they can hang their hats on. They want to be told something, anything, anyone: certainly not themselves or their own social group, is “the” problem; and that something, someone, some group, some weapon, some faith can solve this problem. Then they interpret what they have been told for their own purposes: so they can turn that “weapon” on others they find disagreeable. They arrive at their own personal “who or what is at fault” formula, one might say. These “formulas” are usually “discovered” by over reliance on out of context quotes, or one section of one part of a theological text, or political screed, one organized religion, one leader; or “the Pope.” Then they bleat when whenever their icon tells them to “bleat;” even if that’s not what their icon meant at all.
What if the dead icons and deities expressed how they feel about what their followers have done, and said, in their name? This explains one inspiration for the following vignette. Another is a quote from none other than George W. Bush who was speaking to the Pope and those who had gathered to witness his visit: the church hierarchy from the U.S. and other followers…
“When you give your heart and life over to Christ, and accept Christ as a savior; it changes your heart and your life.”
Shoe of Brian
“Did you hear what he said? What changes? What changes? The snippy, sarcastic comments are still there. The willingness to let others be killed with his approval. I wish he would pray to me just to tell me how he thinks I ever approved any of this: even just the using of nicknames to humiliate others… even his closest advisers. I called Peter, ‘The Rock,’ not a ‘Rockette…’ His obvious hatred for anyone who dares to disagree with him… And what about my supposed ‘representative’ and his ‘awesome’ speech? He who spoke with ‘compassion’ about the children whom priests raped, but before he was pope he helped move them around to avoid prosecution, and pushed a rule that nothing could be done to these rapists until after the children turned 28 when the statue of limitations was over? He’s using me. They’re both using me. They’re all using us. We tell them how to lead the best life possible and they use us to excuse the very things we preached against…”
-Jesus; the Lord; YHWH, Joshua, or “he’s not just ‘Josh-ing’”
The tears filled the speaker’s eyes as Buddha, Jesus, Vishnu, Mohammed, Allah, God and all the other various deities, sat at a table. It was a meeting of the minds. Actually it was a bitching session about their misguided followers. The conversation had been depressing until Jesus started to continue his rant, “You know what really drives the nails in my heart about my followers…?” And before he could answer his own question God: his father, raised a shoe and said, “shoe of Brian?”
Everyone started to laugh: even Jesus. As an ice breaker they had played the movie before the meeting had started, so the connection between joke and movie was obvious. Hari almost committed “kari” as his many arms swung dangerously due to his laughter. It didn’t help that Guan Yin was sitting next to Hari and her arms became tangled with his. Mohammad was chuckling so much he didn’t mind when Zoroaster took a picture of him: photoshopped it with a mustache, and said he was going to sell it on some celestial version of E-Bay, but broke up mid sentence… because he too couldn’t stop shaking with laughter.
Henceforth they met every third Thursday, Earth-time: 2pm EST, at the interfaith-afterlife cafe’ called the Vestial Virgin Coffeeshop and Holy Host Bakery. They called themselves “The Deity Club” and spent many, many meetings comparing notes: laughing and crying about how some cup had become an all important search, or how they thought praying to one of them assured success for baseball games or murdering ‘the enemy:’ as if they were simply genies in some holy bottle ready, able and willing to grant any wish… or how directing one’s veneration towards some wall was anything but a waste of time unless done with humility. As Mohammad said…
“It’s not the wall. Why do they think it’s just the wall? It’s how you’re doing it: what’s inside you, what you do after…”
The wall wasn’t the point. The cross wasn’t the point. Even all the totality of the various scriptures, ceremonies and such weren’t the point. The lessons, the words, the teachings were. So every time an example of humans being anal and overly physical about what they worshipped was offered, the members of the club would… as if something had cued them, raise a shoe and say, “shoe of Brian!” Any time they talked of the words, the lessons, the compassion for others their worshippers had missed, or intentionally avoided: they cried, and comforted each other.
We don’t really need to know about this one outcome to their meetings and the movie they watched: the forming of the club also assured one thing… Mel Brooks will always have a place in any heaven, will achieve nirvana, and be given a membership in any after-life realm of his choosing.
However, the rest of us are in still in deep trouble: especially the president and the Pope who spoke that day.
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Inspection is a column that has been written by Ken Carman for over thirty years. Inspection is dedicated to looking at odd angles, under all the rocks and into the unseen cracks and crevasses that constitute the issues and philosophical constructs of our day: places few think, or even dare, to venture.
by RS Janes on Tue, Apr 15, 2008
The bored and restless Punditrocracy, maintaining their staunch avoidance of relevance or importance, furiously lit like garbage scow flies upon Barack Obama’s alleged ‘elitism’ for pointing out that people in small towns are bitter and angry at being ignored by politicians once they’ve been elected. He added, if one bothered to listen to more than the out-of-context soundbite of his San Francisco comments, that they tend to vote for things such as guns and God and against immigrants because these are issues which the GOP has carefully constructed as distracting vents for their boiling frustrations. Contrary to the Pundicrats gasping shock at such a blunder as telling the truth – they hate that – Obama didn’t seem to rile voters much with his ‘bitter’ talk – many even agreed wholeheartedly.
Of course the Hill People, sensing the nearness of electoral oblivion, had to get what political mileage they could out of Obama’s ‘gaffe,’ but Hillary herself might have left out the prosaic and artificial-sounding anecdote of her father taking her out as a small child and teaching her how to shoot a firearm. Growing up in the same ’50′s America as Hillary, it just doesn’t seem credible to me that Dad Rodham would have grabbed his young daughter and stuck a 30-06 rifle in her tiny hands – more likely he would have told her to go join Mom in the kitchen for pointers on creating the perfect Kraft cheese casserole while he took his sons out hunting. Ah, well, truth is the first casualty of war and political campaigns.
But the stern media consternation over Obama’s remarks, and their desperate flailing in trying to dub him as another hapless, out-of-touch Kerry ‘elitist,’ reached a pinnacle of absurd hilarity yesterday on MSNBC when Norah O’Donnell, as attractive as she is vapid, chuckled and smirked over Obama referring to the high price of arugula when he was campaigning in Iowa earlier this year. “Why,” hooted O’Donnell, “they don’t even have arugula there!” Although she and her pundit guests didn’t catch it, Norah was displaying her own aloof elitism, as if it were a scarlet ‘E’ emblazoned on her forehead. Our six-and-seven figure Nationally Televised Media don’t get out much among the rabble; if they did, they’d realize the rubes in Iowa, as Media Matters has noted, not only know what arugula is, but grow it and eat it, and even occasionally wash it down with cappuccinos and lattes. (Yes, they actually have Starbucks and other gourmet coffee outlets out in the Hawkeye State, as well as many other parts of Fly-Over Country.) Why, even my local little coffee shop, which used to feature only one humble grind poured by a pleasant middle-aged waitress from a glass Cory carafe, now has some foreign-sounding caffeinated drinks on the menu.
Times have changed all over the land, but to the over-compensated and insulated royalty of the Punditrocracy we are still stuck in the ’50s, with their condescending babble of lunch-pail workers (who carries a lunch pail to work anymore?), and ‘Reagan Democrats’ (there aren’t any these days), and anxiousness to tap into the heartfelt concerns of small-town folk they would grandly ignore on the street, unless they happened to be cracking contemptuous ‘in crowd’ jokes at their expense. Like the politicians Obama was talking about, the Big Media quickly forgets the cares of Wal-Mart America once the voting is over.
It’s a given that all three of the presidency-pursuers left standing are among the elite in education and wealth – poor relations with community college educations aren’t allowed to run for president these days – but the spectacle of the Media Upper-Crust taking umbrage on behalf of the Little People, after burying them in years of Washington effluvia and Wall Street bunkum, is enough to inspire an Elvis moment with the .45 drawing a bead on the TV screen.
A shame most of us are too broke these days in Bush’s New World Order Economy to afford replacing the damn thing.
This Day in Hell
April 15, 1913 – Wealthy drownees of the White Star Line’s ‘Titanic’ celebrate their first year in Hell with a gala reenactment of the unsinkable ship’s sinking. Events include Eat Your Fortune in Dollar Bills and Go Chase the Penny, Fool. Finishing off the festivities, the swells are forced to pay Satan 99 percent of their total worth in income taxes! Since they just dined on their money — good luck, guys!
Post a comment...by Ken Carman on Sun, Apr 13, 2008
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The Neos are up to something…
To paraphrase an over quoted scene from a movie: “Proof? I ain’t got no proof. I don’t need no stinkin proof.”
One of Bill Clinton’s last acts, if I remember the timing right, was to redesign our money. George Bush; with his “I can do everything better than the Clintons and my father did,” fetish: his desire to erase everything done by Bill and outdo his father, redesigned them again… poorly. The day after they were redesigned a warehouse of new, counterfeit, bills were discovered. They just got the color slightly wrong: proving that securing our currency by redesign is probably best left to an occasional effort at best. Of course “securing our currency” is most likely not the goal of the Neo Cons whose mentor: Grover Norquist, has sought to find any possible way to drown the government our forefather’s fought and died for in a bathtub.
And how much tax money was ripped out of our pockets for this useless endeavor?
Dumping the large quantity of new bills that money machines deliver: like the self serve teller machines at grocery stores, would tank the economy very fast if something wasn’t done to quickly dispose of the vast amount of old bills out there. Blaming Bill Clinton, or the Dems, for making the 30′s look more like the 20s in that case would fly about as well as a mafia hit tossed off a bridge, wearing cement shoes. So something has to be done with the old bills, right?
And last time they redesigned our money all hell broke loose. Perhaps IEDS should be embossed with the slogan, “Brought to you, American soldier, through a generous donation given by the Bush Administration?”
What other sources of income did they have now that all those museum pieces graciously left unprotected had been stolen and sold? So the Neo Cons in control of this fiasco decided to give them all a big wet, and green, kiss: probably including members of al Qaeda in Iraq and Afghanistan. After all: there’s not the slightest indication they even attempted to control who grabbed fistfuls of cash from those pallets.
I’ve read of all kinds of metaphorical barometers for figuring out when the next really big scheme is going to be born out of that Neo Con: Reagan-esk (and Regan-esk) corrupt womb that’s big and white; and whose DC address 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. I really haven’t been all that impressed with most of them. This is mine: and it seems to work well.
Anyone else think that these pallets of money: or however they are handing them out now, are all old bills?
Anyone else wonder, now that the ugliest five dollar bills in the history of our country have been released, that they’re up to something really big again?
I do.
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Inspection is a column that has been written by Ken Carman for over thirty years. Inspection is dedicated to looking at odd angles, under all the rocks and into the unseen cracks and crevasses that constitute the issues and philosophical constructs of our day: places few think, or even dare, to venture.
by DJ Allyn on Thu, Apr 10, 2008
After a week of speculation and wonder, the whole Randi Rhodes story emerges — and it is pretty damn sinister.
We find out today that Randi Rhodes has terminated her contract with Air America and why.
Remember, the “official Air America story” was that Randi was suspended for calling Hillary Clinton and Geraldine Ferraro “Fucking Whores” during a comedy monologue at a private fund-raising event for San Fransisco’s “Green 960″ (960 AM)
Well, today we find out that the suspension was a ruse put on by Air America to force Randi into signing a new contract that changed a crucial clause that would allow Air America to fire her for cause if they felt the need. They literally held her microphone hostage contingent on forcing her to sign a new contract because the new owners didn’t like the contract that they had bought into when they purchased Air America. She referred to it as “buyer’s remorse”.
Under the terms of the contract, Air America knew that they couldn’t fire her, and by keeping her on suspension she felt that the contract was thereby breeched and so SHE terminated it by quitting, and was immediately picked up by the Nova M Radio Network.
The following is an interview she did this evening with Marc Maron, who is subbing this week for the vacationing Mike Malloy, who like Marc were early departures from the Air America network
So it looks like Air America is starting to eat itself. Randi was one of the two most valuable properties on the Air America lineup and they drove her away by trying to make her sign an unfair contract amendment because the new owners didn’t like the original terms. They couldn’t wait one more year when her current contract expired to renegotiate the terms, they thought that they could bully her into signing something that she had already spent months negotiating in the first place.
The question is, does this signal the start of a serious brain-drain from Air America to other networks? Air America was originally set up as a platform to get progressive voices on the air in a Conservative-dominated business — and they have. But have they outlived their usefulness? Progressive talkers have proven a viable listener base. Other Networks have taken notice and newer ones like Nova M have been formed. Older, more conventional networks have begun putting their own progressive voices on the air.
Randi didn’t lose a damn thing. She is back on each and every station and time slot that she was when she was at AAR. Air America lost their number on talent, thereby ripping a whole lotta value out of their company.
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by Ye Olde Scribe on Thu, Apr 10, 2008
And now, Ye Olde Scribe Fly On the Wall Productions Somewhat Proudly Presents…
Interesting, But Rejected, Campaign Slogans
Scribe’s cloned flies on the wall have been busy bouncing from campaign to campaign to collect these. John McCain seems to have a fly fetish so his headquarters has had to have an extra dose of clone infestation. They’ve been cloned so many times their getting almost as dull as John. Here is what they reported back as slogans and jokes for speeches that have been considered, but rejected…
Slogans
Hillary…
“Vote for the babe with less tact and a whole lot more, “Ack! Ack!”
Barack…
“Our nation: out of the red, into the Black.”
McCain…
“Bringing the Hanoi Hilton experience out of Iraq and into America.”
Hillary…
“Look, if you were a tyrant or a terrorist… wouldn’t you rather just give up than have to listen to HER when she gets all pissed off?”
O’Bama…
“No, he won’t sing Camptown Races or ask ‘where da white women at,’ no matter how funny you think that ‘joke’ is.”
McCain…
“Even gnomes might vote for the old fossil who drones.”
Hillary…
“Because she has a dream… bullets flew over her head.”
Barack…
“Because we really want another guy who may have less experience, but says he will surround himself with ‘good’ advisers, right?”
McCain…
“God is on his side… (…but sleeping through everything he says, can’t you see the do not disturb sign?)”
Barack
“Vote O’Bama or America be Damned!”
Hillary
“Because the nutjob Righties wouldn’t do that to the other Clinton, would they? Would they?”
McCain
“Because life too short to miss Armageddon.”
Hillary
“What, you expected some Monica based slogan or something?”
Barack
“Come on America, ain’t ya tired of all white meat YET?”
Rejected Jokes for Nomination Speech
Hillary
“Three candidates for president walked into a bar: two with experience and and an African American…”
Barack
“Three candidates for President walk into a bar: one wanting to mend the nation, another seeking victory in Iraq and a blond.”
McCain
“Three candidates… I said, ‘Three candidates….’ hello, hello, is this thing on? Stop that snoring!!!!!!!!!!”
Campaign Songs
Hillary
“I am woman, hear me roar…”
Barack
Born in the U.S.A.
McCain
“99 years of war on the wall, 99 years of war. Take the calendar down, pass the next one around, 99 years of war on the wall…” (The song that never ends. But it will at least get rid of those obnoxious youngsters turned soldier who make McCain jealous and seem even more ancient.)
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by DJ Allyn on Tue, Apr 29, 2008
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