Email: Heartfelt Condolences to a Nation...

Nobody Gets EMail and Reports:

FDR, the idol President of the liberal American left, once said that nothing that happens in politics is a coincidence.

Therefore, I feel no guilt WHATSOEVER on pointing out...what everyone in the world is thinking...That when there is a plane crash, on Russian soil, and the President of Poland is killed, along with his whole military staff...and no one is left alive....on a weekend, right after and before a major NUCLEAR World Summit....something's up.

Poland is a country who's leaders have been furious at Obama's relationship with the Russians, and the fact that he disarmed our nukes from their country...and the fact that they kept criticizing him probably got really annoying.

One can honestly say: Looks like a conspiracy to me! (Don't worry, if you can't say it...I will. I'm a nobody.) If you say ...plane crashes happen every day...then ask yourself...what are the odds on THIS one going down at exactly the right time in history, with EXACLTY the right people on it?

Having President Putin take over the investigation, is much like having having Al Capone take over the investigation of the Chicago's mob's earnings in Las Vegas.

I'd say that's pretty much the proof right there. Plus the fact that they treated it like a simple car wreck---Tiger Woods got more press.

And speaking of the press...no one dare investigate it. We have all been programmed to never investigate...ever...never...unless of course, there is SEX involved---then it's okay.

As we can see, by this poor man helping out the investigation above, Putin is bound and determine to find out what happened.

I'll bet...they will say the pilot was...drunk, or just plain...stupid.

If I was Benjamin Netenyahu, I wouldn't go anywhere near that summit either.

(And yes, I can honestly say, I'm not the ONLY one making things up.)

Nobody Wins: Appeasement? Or Stupidity?

Nobody Wins:

Ring..... Ring...

"Hello?"

"Hello, President Barack Hussein Obama would like to speak to President Ahmadinejhad"

"Mr. President. The President of the United States is calling."

"Oh..well, I'm buseey. I'm watching Avatar. Teell him I think he's a wussy, and to go get his mommy."

"Uh...Mr. President...I believe she is dead. I really think you should take his call. He says, it's an urgent matter."

"Teell him I'm busy. What's he going to do? Teell me I cannot go to Columbia to speek next week? Is he going to heet me with a few bombs from his puny Air Planes? Teell him, it's my nuclear day, and he should turn on his TV and see my big rods."

"Uh...Mr. President. Do you think it's wise to not even talk to him? After all, you've called him some pretty bad things lately."

"Teell him, he is Satan, and his people know it. Teell him, he is weak, and he is not smart enough to even have a conversation with me...and tell Michelle I said ' divorce this man and save yourself to Allah'.... And what are you doing?! (Takes off his glasses and looks at his aid) Hang up on him, or I will have your throat cut right after the movie."

"click."

(Nobody Makes This Stuff Up)

The Prostitution of a Woman's Mind

Nobody Cares: Men--if you have a daughter, pay attention; I could cover this subject with a book, but I'm cutting to the chase with two examples in order for all fathers out there to guard themselves against making this very serious mistake with their daughters.

And that's on the subject on how you react when you notice your little girl is no longer your little girl.

Example one: I was reading Raquel Welch's book, "Beyond the Cleavage" and came upon this;

At the salon, they cut my hair off to just above the shoulder and then curled it into a bouncy '50 style. I was still getting used to it when I walked through the front door of our home. My dad took one look at me and hit the ceiling. He was furious! He wasted little time before putting my head under the bathroom faucet and soaking it through. The offensive curls went limp. I was thoroughly humiliated. According to my father, only whores and harlots wore their hair loose. The next day I had to have the rest of my hair cut off. Dad was so worried. I hadn't even hit puberty yet. Is it any wonder that one day I would end up a sex symbol? On the one hand he was overly strict about things like my hair; but on the other hand, he reacted positively and noticeable too overtly sexy women. It was hypocritical and maddening!

After reading this I started to wonder, just how common this was ?

Back in the sixties, before this nobody could even imagine what "sex" was, my father one day, did not like the mini-skirt (which was all the rage) I had on. You see, I was sixteen, and dating an older fellow, who was about as respectful as could be...almost like a brother. One afternoon, I went for a ride with him and one of his friends. We were more like the Harry Potter trio. But, to my father, I was a whore...simply because I got into a car with two men. and as soon as got back, and walked into the door, my father threw me against the wall, called me a whore, and took his fist, and punched me directly in the stomach, after I had asked, "What's a whore?"

Sorry, the world "whore" had never shown up on a Beatles album.

I was shocked, and terribly hurt, (more psychologically) because I knew I had only innocently "kissed" this guy once...on the lips...like a peck.

My father told me I was grounded for two weeks, and he wanted me to break up with the guy.
I will never forget what my boyfriend "John" did after that. Two days later he came over, marched into our front door, took my hand right in front of my father, and told him what he thought about him. My father was so shocked that this little "intellectual dweb" had stood up to him, he never said another word to either of us again.

I didn't talk to him for years.

Of course, I hated him for much of my young life after that. And I'm sure that devastated him.

Later on, we made up, because he lovingly became a great father to my son, who's own father was also a bully.

Now, I'm not a follower of psychology---but if you are a father, and maybe your young daughter is starting to look to you like a "whore," and your angry because you can't protect her from all the men out there who think much the same as you might have or still do, then hold your temper.

Go cut down a tree. Get yourself a chainsaw and go for it.

Remember, be her buddy from the time she is a child, and this scene will never happen. It should be the fathers that tell the daughters the lines, the thoughts, and the reality of other men's intentions, so she can arm herself. After all, women don't know how men's minds work...and who else is going to teach her the ropes?

And then, even if you don't like her boyfriends...remember, all kids have to make mistakes.

For God's sake, don't call the daughters whores before they even know what the words mean. Even if by today's pornified media blitz, they probably already do know.

Oh, and don't call them "pigs" either.

In fact, I think we should limit that word to prostitutes and politicians.

And that's my Nobody's Opinion.

Where' s YOUR Global Head?

Nobody Knows---why some of the people in the United States feel hopeless about "change" of any kind, and why some of the more optimistic souls feel there is always hope.

I've been giving this a lot of thought recently. It all comes down to economics, as far as I can see. If you are doing fairly well, you think, the elections will come, the Democrats will be thrown out, and your life will continue. Besides, what's the use of looking at a glass half empty? Every sensible person will tell you how great things can be done against great odds, and that is true.

But...if you happen to be on the bottom half of the country economically speaking, and has just found out that in the future, what little you have managed to save, will be taken away, and that includes not only retirement money, but houses, cars, and medical care...the future "change" doesn't look so hot.

As I drove to my neighborhood yesterday, one that I have lived in for decades, the houses are all run-down. The neighborhood that was once mostly white-collared workers, working for McDonald-Douglass and Ford, have all been replaced by black families working for the government. Up the street from my house, where there was a classy shopping center, the whole mall has been replaced with government offices, and a school to train, mostly the black people for free. McDonald-Douglass and Ford...gone.

The main strip has mostly pawn shops, and fast food places. Yes, America has become one big strip mall..which is not necessarily bad...but the CHAINS of big corporations, has put one family business after another out of business. "Globalization" has left us with not much choice BUT to downsize the middle classes. The unions broke the rest.

Much of the middle of the country has been...economically destroyed. Monsanto and the government have taken over the agriculture. Detroit, St. Louis, New Orleans--- once great cities with a high middle class...gone. The millions killed by abortions, have left us so depleted that it's no wonder they fill us with illegals and hope they have babies. They need population to pay the huge bureaucracy.

I went to vote yesterday. The people behind the tables were all old white folks volunteering their time to earn a few bucks for the day. There was around 15 people there to guide the voters. My husband and I were the only people voting, on the issue of a huge tax increase to build a major train system, a tax that had failed miserably just two years ago. (The city is mostly black.)

The old people looked very depressed and I can see why. It takes four months of their social security checks to just pay their property taxes in our city, they do not get a break.

But---if you are a retired minority, your property taxes are picked up by the state, as well as your utility bills. So, that's how they do it....redistribution has been going on right under our nose with race redistribution.

It's nothing new.

Yesterday, Dan Quayle came out with a plea...do not go third party, because, Perot put in Bill Clinton.

I remember voting for Perot. I also remember hundreds of old white, worn out people, tired of seeing their jobs and their money leaving the country, standing in a hopeful line with me.
In all my years, I had never seen such a turnout. I doubt if there was many people that day that did NOT vote for Perot. I was hopeful...that he would win. But, instead, he was vilified.

So, now, and until the election...the Tea Party's only hope, we are told...is...the Republicans.

Oh boy.

This morning I heard the news...the "metro" tax was passed, (the same one that failed miserably only two years ago) by an overwhelming majority, and I've realized I've come full circle. When I was young I never voted, because I truly believed my vote did not matter...all politics was corrupt. I only started voting because a college professor told me I should.

I might not ever vote again. The good guys, in my neighborhood...ALWAYS lose. We might as well be Cuba, and I truly mean that. That's how bad it's gotten. Sometimes, you have to face facts...and the facts don't look too good. At least in the first Revolution, the English had to cross the ocean. Everyone had the same gun.

You give free handouts...you destroy a man's right to work for himself. You might as well give up and move.

I suspect that in our next Presidential election..the man running against Obama...will either be Jeb Bush, or Romney, or some other globalist who will continue with the same "change." Like Celente Gerald has said...we have two parties with one head.

The only way for us to survive, is to cut the head off...trouble is: It's hidden and locked away deep in the scared vaults of the glorious globalization,

Nobody's Perfect: Seeing Camels

Nobody's Perfect:

I thought, I'd pick on my imperfect self today, because this is what I see every time Obama comes on TV...which he does about every ten minutes. I think my eyes are going...it happens. In fact, I hear every time the HARP workers go on coffee break, the great magnetic force shield disappears and politician's eyes start rolling into lizards slits.

Some of us more...imaginative donkeys, see the REAL images behind the facade. Yes, this is a REAL picture of Obama, taken on the White House Lawn, on Easter Sunday.

No wonder he has trouble throwing a baseball.

Not only am I losing my eyesight, my memory for appointments is completely shattered. My tax account lady just called me, and asked me if I was going to show up at my appointment...

MY appointment?

"Did I call you and make an appointment?"

"Well, we made this LAST year when you left!"

Now...there you go. I should have remembered that simple fact, that tomorrow at exactly 11am, I was to show up and give my life's story to some stranger, in great fear that she would find out that I actually don't make any money as a writer (yet) ...and how I could forget, such an important event in my life, I have NO idea.

So, we are giving this week's Nobody's Perfect award to the most famous nobody I know...

ME!

But I won't leave you with such a boring post...no.

Here are a few quotes that I wish I had said, but of course, since I don't get paid to write, or come up with wonderfully clever things...here's a few perfect zingers from the past. Enjoy them while you can...due to the economy, future witty quotes will be hard to find.

Voters want a fraud they can believe in---Will Durst

A penny saved is a Congressional oversight.---Hal Lee Luyah

No more good must be attempted than the public can bear.---Thomas Jefferson

On that note...I will see you tomorrow!

Taxes, Baseball, and Wet Beds

Nobody's Opinion: My electric went out the last few days, my basement has another "crack" in the wall, (which I can't afford to fix) baseball has started and, I'd have to sell my old Cougar just to get a ticket to a game--- Obama has just announced that he will not retaliate if we are nuked,(begging for an attack) and on 24, they did a good job getting us all to feel that peace in the Middle East is MUCH more important than 54,000 people in New York being killed...

My sister-in-law hates me for saying that the National Enquirer is actually reporting more truth than the New York Times, almost causing a major meltdown at Easter dinner...

Russia is supplying all our enemies with weapons...

My dog peed on the bed...again.

My husband has an earache, that will not go away...and Tiger Woods had to have...90 body guards? Excuse me?

Sarah Palin just did a special on a Spanish woman saving an Indian Man from his burning truck..Palin has jumped on the "bandwagon" of the Tower of Babel.

And if that wasn't enough...I have to figure out, all my expenses and taxes for the whole year.

I HATE tax time.

Not to mention, the fact that I'm not particularly fond of fart jokes and I can only watch so many sporting events (due to the fact that I get bored) and that just cost me...a future in another parallel universe, where everything is perfect.

Yes, tonight...I hate everything. Shit happens. Tomorrow, I promise, I'll feel better...I certainly couldn't feel worse.

Unless of course, we lose our electric...again...and my computer crashes...again..and my dog pees on my bed...again...

The only good news: Obama cannot throw a ball to save his soul.

But he is doing a real good job of destroying a country, so it really doesn't matter does it?

I will shut up now...as you might have guessed...I'm not feeling well

Tomorrow, I'm going to take up Yoga. Honest. Really.