Bite-Sized Wisdom: Pick Someone Already, My Presidential Campaign, Angry Knowledge Seekers, and Dennis Miller and His Monkey

  • Man, I’m getting tired with all this, ya know, political news. Why can’t the Democrats just nominate some jerk-off and get it over with; I want to know who to focus my energies on. I still hope Dean can pull through; I’d really like it if the election is a landslide for Bush. Then it would be funny if, after he is reelected, to just piss of the wacky left he comes out and says, “Everyone is right – I am Hitler! And there is nothing you can do about it! Muh ha ha ha!”
  • If, God forbid, Bush isn’t reelected, then what happens to In My World™? I’m scared.
  • Amazon.com allows you to donate to candidates now, both ones with a chance and wacky fringe candidates. They list them all, though not all of them have signed up (you can’t donate to Bush through Amazon; they just refer you to Bush’s website). I wonder if I can get on there? I’m planning a presidential run for 2016, and it’s never too early to start on getting the donations.
    Man, I just hope all terrorists aren’t dead by then; then the presidency would be boring. Oh, and no one better bomb France until I get into power; they’re mine.
  • I don’t control search engine rankings, but that doesn’t keep people from getting angry at me. Usually, if I’m looking something up and find a website that doesn’t have the information I need, I just move on. But, apparently some people like to stop and further waste their time by complaining. A great example is this post of mine which it seems a lot of people trying to research types of governments runs into. Look at all the complaining dinguses.
    I especially like the people who write in the comment section what information they were looking for, like someone is going to magically accommodate them. Man, computers have gotten too easy to use. I liked it back in the good ole days when the average man feared computers like the early caveman feared the cuisinart.
  • Dennis Miller is getting a show on CNBC. I like his politics, and am learned enough to understand about half his jokes, but I question the idea to have a monkey on his show, running around to keep his guests on their toes. If I were his guest, though, he’d soon hear, “Hey, Dennis, your monkey is dead.”
    “What! How did he die?”
    “Natural causes… ME!”
  • Sorry, I only had like ten minutes to write something today. Maybe I’ll have more at lunchtime. Either way, something longer for tomorrow. Peace, yo.

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  1. Yeah, as low-traffic as my site is, I still get seemingly random requests for information or help with a term paper from some dumb kid. I’m usually torn between laughing at them, explaining to them why I’m not going to help them, or just ignoring them.

  2. Frank: If Bush doesn’t win you could do “In My World”s about the Republican candidates and their primaries etc.
    Or you could do In My World based on whatever Democrat is in power and his Whitehouse staff.
    But someone is already doing that. It’s called The West Wing.

  3. Yeah, I know. Bunch of kids with homework. I just don’t get why they feel the need to tell you how your site didn’t do their homework for them. Bunch of whiners. Do they yell at the pencil sharpener when it needs to be emptied? Kick the locker when the latch won’t open?
    wait, they do that.

  4. Dennis Miller keeps a monkey handy to threaten people who don’t laugh at his jokes.
    As for kids who want help with research, there is only one good response. Help them with wrong information. Let them write their report about how the English dug the English Channel to separate tehmselves from Catholic Europe and especially the French. Let them wonder about Paul Revere’s midnight ride from Boston to Miami. Explain in detail to them how Uranium becomes radioactive when it’s extracted from gullimite. This is the only way that the kids will learn (not to bother you).

  5. Okay, I’ll try and rebuild it.
    “On My Ranch”

    As Dubya turns the well-marinated pork ribs, Rumsfeld stand impatiently with his paper plate in hand.
    “When are they going to done?!” he barked.
    “Oh, hey, Rummy!” Dubya beamed as he turned to face him. “They’ll be ready in about fifteen more minutes. But there’s some nifty salad over in that bowl that’s ready for eatin’,” he said motioning with his spatula.
    “Salad?” Rumsfeld sneered. “Why… you’ve never served salad before.”
    “And I wasn’t gonna,” Bush explained, “but it was suggested by my gay friend Tony.”
    “He’s not gay,” Condi volunteered as she spooned some potato salad, “he’s British,” and jogged off to join Ari Fleischer in a kick-ass game of horseshoes.
    Rumsfeld stared at Dubya, which drew a look of perplexion from Dubya’s face.
    “Salad,” he snarled derisively, “is for one-termers.”
    “Well,” Dubya chuckled, “sometime y’just gotta accept the will of..”
    “RAAARRRRR!!!!”

    Yeah, I think that was it. 😀

  6. Unfortunately we as a ‘safety conscious’ society are continually making it easier to stay alive. We have things like automobile side curtains, electrical outlet covers, OSHA, and big cans of water lined up before the onset of a center divider on the freeway. These things circumvent the process of natural selection, thereby allowing complete idiots to live long enough to reproduce. Eventually, we’ll have to start adding a foam layer to the walls surrounding a doorway to protect the people that run into them from hurting themselves. It’s sad, really.

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