From the top, down, from the Poser-in-Chief, to the yada-headed spokesperps that yammer incessantly out of the squawk box 24/7, they truly believe that we believe the idiotic things they say (and portray) to us. I can hardly contain my anticipation of what ludicrous lies the low-down liars will lob our way in these Benghazi hearings in coming days.
Pakalert Press has a stinkin’ hilarious post this morning that shows Nancy Grace doing a satellite-feed interview with Ashleigh Banfield about the kidnap victims, and all the same traffic passes one anchor, and then the other anchor within the same side-by-side frame. In the words of Bugs Bunny: What a bunch of maroons.
Do you suppose that, like the Hollywood stars who begin to believe their own press about how awesome they are, that these reporters really start to believe that they are generating an alternate reality for us? I can imagine how it must mess with their own heads, playing these games with the public’s trust. If they’re not careful, they could end up like this:
The father of lies is the father of those who deal in lies.
Ok, that is an excruciatingly bad pun, but in keeping with my resolve to try and offset the bad news once in a while, here’s a story I read yesterday that should give you a chuckle.
It is from the book “Holy Hilarity” by Cal and Rose Samra, Guideposts edition, ©1999 by the Fellowship of Merry Christians, Inc.
The typesetter of an English newspaper mixed up the lead slugs on two news stories-one reporting on a new pig-killing, sausage-making machine and the other reporting on a pastor’s retirement party. Here’s how the story appeared in the newspaper.
“Several of the Reverend Dr. Mudge”s friends called upon him yesterday, and after a conversation, the unsuspecting pig was seized by the hind leg and slid along a beam until he reached the hot water tank….Thereupon he came forward and said that there were times when the feelings overpowered one, and for that reason, he would not attempt to do more than thank those around him for the manner in which such a huge animal was cut into fragments was simply astonishing.
“The doctor concluded his remarks, when the machine seized him and in less time than it takes to write it, the pig was cut into fragments and worked up into delicious sausage. The occasion will long be remembered by the doctor’s friends as one of the most delightful of their lives. The best pieces can be procured for tenpence a pound and we are sure that those who have sat so long under his ministry will rejoice that he has been treated so handsomely.”
Comedienne Jeanne Robinson (“Left-Brain” is her husband).
You recall this bit of humor from last week, I’m sure. (You’ll want to go ahead and click on that to get the full effect before reading the rest). What you don’t know is that wasn’t just some funny picture I found on the internet. I took that photo out in front of my house, where one of the construction workers working on the job across the street, had parked in my spot all day. It is always good to find some way to redeem a negative situation. A good laugh is worth a lot.
God knew that hubby and I needed one today, and apparently the crew next door are an abundant source. They went to lunch and never came back for some reason. Here is what we saw today:
They’re making really good time on this job! You note that the windows are all in, the door is actually on, you just can’t see it because it is open. But what is that big brown thing in the yard? A dumpster? Nope. Take a closer look: