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A short prayer.

Behold, and He will turn back the tsunami.

Though you will walk through the valley of death, you shall fear no evil.

Though your seats in the House and those of the Senate shall be transformed, you shall feel no remorse.

For I shall protect Me, and you can blame Bush for the death of your party.

For I am the kingdom, and you shall bask in my glory.

Well, that’s all very well and good, but where’s the haggis ? And the drams ? It’s Burns Night, you know.

I know, I know. I’m having some Glenmorangie in a bit.

I draw the line at anything boiled in sheep stomachs. Unless I’ve had lots and lots of Glenmorangie.

Whiskey was invented so that you could eat haggis. Drink enough scotch and you could eat damned-near anything, organic or inorganic. It might even stay down for a bit.

As to the current incarnation of health care abuse, “It’s dead, Jim !”

BTW, and in refernce to looking at that graphic, am I the only one who has the theme song to “Hawaii 5-0” going through their head ?

“Book him, Dano !”

Yep. Me too. Self-inflicted earworm.

Hawaii Five-O!

According to Wikipedia there’s interest in reviving that show. Hawai’i 5.20 perhaps.

Obama is listed under narcissist in the dictionary. True Story.

I had haggis whilst in Scotland, and I thought it didn’t deserve the bad press. But then, I have Scottish heritage on my maternal father’s mother’s side, so maybe I’m genetically predisposed to like food that sounds like a dare. 😉

Not at all interested in even setting my EYES on haggis, although some veg friends of mine are talking about having a party next Burns Day with veg haggis–which defeats the purpose, doesn’t it?

Anyway, the graphic rocks, Stoaty. Melike very much, and I sure hope it’s prophetic.

OK weirdsister – so how about Scotland’s real national dish, the deep fried Mars Bar? 😉

That’s the ONE thing I miss about Washington DC, Burn’s Night with the RAF and Pentagon folks. And there isn’t enough drink in the world for me to try haggis again. Tho the DH just lurves it. *shudder* But then he likes blood pudding too. *urp*

“OK weirdsister – so how about Scotland’s real national dish, the deep fried Mars Bar?”

Cripes, I’d rather eat the haggis raw than that.

“Arkansas boys”

Racist !

Uncle B, weirdsister and I tried haggis not just once (might have been an accident), not just twice (well, maybe I’ll give it a second chance), but three times (hmmm, I sorta, kinda like this stuff) in one trip.

As for dessert (PUDDING! as y’all say over there), nothing beats pork rinds (puffed deep fried pork skin) that are then battered and deep fried, then covered in chocolate. Probably the only way to improve that treat is to cover it with bacon sprinkles.

Don’t you dare believe him. We don’t even eat pork rinds, much less, battered and dipped in chocolate. 😛

Uncle B…deep fried mars bars? Ew. I do have a few culinary standards left!

This, coming from the guy who needs a teleprompter to speak to a 6th grade class.

Mmmmm. Pork rinds. Ran into a microwave bag pork rinds thing years ago. Haven’t found it since. It was, believe it or not, in the same fridge as the cans of “Whoop Ass” beverages. I kid you not.

I had haggis when in Scotland, and got some blood pudding from some Swedes I worked with in Bosnia. I have to say I quite liked both.

I also have a sister who enjoys liver and onions.

Homer: Now what do you have to wash that awful taste out of my mouth?
Vendor: Mountain Dew or crab juice.
Homer: Blecch! Ew! Sheesh! I’ll take a crab juice…

Awesome p-shop sweasel. I hope he and the Dems keep mischaracterizing the American people right to their faces, and I hope that this November is just exactly that brutal.

I find it worrisome rather than comforting that all of these dems are announceing retirement – because they aren’t seeking re-election they are not beholdent to their constitutents. I believe they’ll all vote for that health care monstrosity because they have nothing to lose.

Since he’s called in his campaign denizens to help him reframe this mess, what do you think wed night is going to look like?

I really hope more of the same, I would hate for anyone to tell him he’s not getting it and actually do anything to fix things. I wouldn’t want all the libtards to get their hopes up.

Don’t know if this lady plans on running for Pres. but she sure cuts the current Pres. like he’s a big fat tofu steak.

http://www.facebook.com/notes/sarah-palin/mr-president-please-try-im-listening-people-instead-of-listen-up-people/267042703434

“To the altar of evil like lambs to the slaughter we’re led. When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead!”* —from that most excellent musical interpretation of War of the Worlds, narrated by Richard Burton, who was freakin’ born to read H.G. Wells aloud

*sorry. Just seemed appropriate

All politicians have big egos (succeeding in politics may require one), but I’m starting to sense a real narcissistic problem with The One. “this time, you’ve got me“; all the physical trappings of a State of the Union address marshaled to stage-dress a chat with sixth graders…. Any minute now, I expect Obama to paraphrase “suffer the children to come unto me.”

BTW, Princess Bernie: Good observation.

There’s two types of people that win elections in the U.S.A.:

1. Republicans, &

2. Lying dirtbag commie MFCSPOS pretending to be Republicans.

Not that I’m bitter about being lied to my entire life by half the political spectrum or anything.

Deep-fried Mars Bars are one thing, but for sheer artery-clogging horror nothing can beat the deep-fried pizza. You take a microwave pizza, chuck it in the fryer, watch it soak up approximately half a gallon of grease, then cut it into wedges. It is no mystery why the Scotch have the highest rate of heart disease in the world.