Victory dance: Kurds celebrate driving ISIS out of Kobane
Remind you of anyone?
Remind you of anyone?
Get your child vaccinated.

It’s ridiculously safe and helps keep the disease in check, my god.
See, “Anti-Vaccine Parents Boost Measles Comeback.”
Also, “Affluent Leftists Dominate the Ranks of Anti-Vaxxers, Overwhelmingly Voted for Obama.”
Still more, “Disneyland Measels Outbreak Blamed on Anti-Vaccine Movement,” and “Orange County Officials Remove Dozens of Unvaccinated Students from Schools; Adults Urged to Get Shots.”
If your confused about the relationship Jenny McCarthy has to this issue, you must be new here.

I’ve had measles, but I was young before the vaccine was available. My mother made sure I got the polio vaccine when it came out because she grew up without it. She still remembers, vividly, the houses on her little block with quarantine posters on the door and the missing classmates in her school. The funerals.
I’ve had my own reasons to regret not being born after the availability of measles (1971) and chickenpox vaccines (1995). I had measles in the fourth grade and as a side effect went from 20/20 to 20/60 eyesight. Since the eye testing was at the start of the school year, for the rest of the session I did poorly and I didn’t know why. Since I’ve had chickenpox, I’ve paid $350 for the shingles vaccine. Both of my sisters and my mother suffered from the disease, all of them caught it before 1995. I’ve suffered from Lyme disease twice, the human vaccine against Lyme was withdrawn due to pressure from the anti-vaccine crowd. I now have a irregular resting heart rate due to Lyme.
The suffering, permanent and debilitating effects and risk of death from all these diseases are well known and real. None of the Anti-Vaccine activists hysterical claims have any basis in science. They do real harm. God Damn them to Hell!
Train filled with smoke as an angry mob broke windows to get people out. You’ve outdone yourself @MBTA. #boston
Passengers on a Boston subway at Quincy Station this morning panicked and smashed windows to escape a smoke-filled Red line train, according to witnesses.
A nurse who was in the train at the time told ABC News she started smelling something like “burning rubber” while they were stopped at Quincy station.
“The smell suddenly got worse when the conductor yelled, ‘Everyone get off the train now!’ Kristen Bellow, a nurse at Fisher College said. “The conductor might have said there could be a fire, but I’m not sure because of everything that was going on.”
She said people became panicked and poured out of the train, but the doors of the car behind her never opened.
But there was never any smoke inside the train, according to Massachusetts Bay Transportation Authority spokesman Joe Pesaturo.
I had to laugh. So who are you going to believe? Several hundred T passengers or one MBTA PR hack? OK, that was an easy question. So here is my story, coming from the last years I commuted into Boston on the MBTA, or simply The T as it’s known. As in, “Here comes Trouble!”.
Years ago while I was still working in Boston, I took a train to Braintree in the the late evening. The trip itself was uneventful but the end of the trip brought one the worst derelictions of duty I’ve ever seen on the T’.
Briefly, the train arrived in Braintree Station and stopped at the platform. So far, so good. Everyone in the subway car got up and lined up at the doors. At that time of night and at the end of the line there were about ten people. So we waited for the doors to open. The other cars, the doors opened and passengers left. And waited, and waited. The sounds of voices and mechanical noises came from the other end of the train, but the doors didn’t open. Then the ventilation fans in the car stopped and the hum of a electric motor on standby ceased.
We waited ten minutes, we pushed the “Emergency” button on the end of the car, we pounded on the windows. A man in a MBTA uniform came out of a door nearby and we all yelled and pounded on the doors. He looked briefly in our direction but continued to the staircase and left. Five minutes later a voice came out of the intercom box, an angry voice, “What are you doing!, Your not supposed to push the red button!”. We pushed the red button and screamed back “Let us out!”. Some five minutes later someone come up and inserted a large “key” into the side of the car and the doors opened. The man walked away quickly as the doors opened without a word.
I went down to the main entrance with the others but not a single T employee could be seen.
I typed the above story in the comment page for the Boston Heralds coverage of this incident, however, The Boston Herald has (unwisely) gone to login by Facebook only. I don’t text, twitter or get in peoples faces or their Facebook page. Since my Herald login doesn’t work anymore I guess I won’t be commenting there anymore.
Here’s a new contest! In the comments come up with new meanings of the acronym, “MBTA”. Here’s mine.
Manics (of)
Boston (and)
Transit
Assholes.
Too harsh?
I have a cousin from New Hampshire who is living and working in the country of Georgia (Stalin’s birthplace) as a teacher. He sends emails home with stories of his adventures and observations. This is his viewpoint on “Deflategate”.
It just occurred to me that Sunday will be February 1st. It’s kinda hard to believe I’ve been here almost 3 months. The time is kinda flying, actually. February is a short month, too, because if I’m not mistaken this is a “leap year”, which of course means that you leap through February as if it was a shorter month. It’s also my birthday in February, I think. I know so many people with birthdays in February I can’t quite remember if I’m one of them. If so….hooray!
Oh that reminds me…is this weekend Super Bowl Sunday or is that the following week? I honestly don’t know. All I know is that when I go to Yahoo to check email I see lots of headlines implying that Bill Belichick has some kind of problem with his balls, and the NFL is going to investigate those balls of his. Some of the headlines seem to imply that his balls are not inflated enough. However, whenever I read headlines on a worthless propaganda rag like Yahoo, I most often assume that what they’re telling me is the exact opposite of the truth, so I can safely assume that in reality Bill Belichick has perfectly inflated balls, if not overly inflated ones. Very probably Tom Brady does too.Okay enough about balls. In fact I think there are few things on Earth that are even stupider to think about or debate about than God damned footballs being deflated. I can picture rabid Colts fans and rabid Patriot fans foaming at the mouth and screaming at each other about whether or not the balls were inflated properly, very nearly coming to violence at each other over it, while politicians and bankers stand behind them and laugh their heads off at them while quietly stealing the money out of their pockets. Oh my God. If I had any artistic talent, I’d draw a cartoon of that vision, but unfortunately I suck at drawing, in addition to lots of other things. I also totally suck at playing the French horn, most likely because I don’t own one and never took a lesson.
Oh well, sorry about belittling “deflate gate” or whatever it is.
My opinion is, he nailed it.
This is the Georgian family he is staying with this year…
IN RESPONSE TO ALL THE RECENT E-MAILS ABOUT OUR DOG: PLEASE BE ADVISED, WE ARE SICK AND TIRED OF ANSWERING QUESTIONS ABOUT HIM.
YES, HE BIT SIX PEOPLE WEARING OBAMA T-SHIRTS, FOUR PEOPLE WEARING PELOSI T-SHIRTS, TWO CAR DRIVERS WITH OBAMA/REID BUMPER STICKERS, NINE TEENAGERS WITH PANTS HANGING PAST THEIR ASS CRACKS, THREE FLAG BURNERS, AND A PAKISTANI TAXI DRIVER.
FOR THE LAST TIME. . .THE DOG IS NOT FOR SALE!
NO, I DO NOT APPROVE OF HIS SMOKING, BUT HE SAYS IT HELPS GET THE “BAD TASTE” OUT OF HIS MOUTH.
In 2004, when we were rebuilding after a house fire, we sold a condo in Hawaii. My wife had no interest in moving to Hawaii after we retired, so we sold it.
And stayed in Massachusetts. And today three feet of snow got dumped on the house and the 350′ driveway.
This man just spend a mere hour moving snow with a cranky snow-thrower in 18 degrees and in the teeth of 45 mile gusts. This is after this man has brushed most of the snow out of his beard and off his face.
The long, dark winter days and especially the nights can be stressful and sometimes people break…
and send dark, but funny emails.
from Jan
A man received the following text from his neighbor:“I am so sorry Harry. I’ve been riddled with guilt and I have to confess.I have been helping myself to your wife, day and night when you’re not around. In fact, more than you.I do not get it at home, but that’s no excuse. I can no longer live with the guilt and I hope youwill accept my sincerest apology with my promise that it won’t, ever happen again.”The man, anguished and betrayed, went into his bedroom, grabbed his gun, and without a word,shot his wife and killed her.A few moments later, a second text came in from the neighbor:Bloody autospell! I meant “wifi, not “wife” . .
From Helen:
A woman asks her husband at breakfast time,
“Would you like some bacon and eggs, a slice of toast, and maybe some grapefruit juice and coffee?”
He declines. “Thanks for asking, but, I’m not hungry right now.
“It’s this Viagra,” he says. “It’s really taken the edge off my appetite.”
At lunchtime, she asks him if he’d like something.
“How about a bowl of soup, homemade muffins, or a cheese sandwich?”
He declines. “The Viagra,” he says, “really trashes my desire for food.”
Come dinner time, she asks if he wants anything to eat.
“Would you like a juicy rib eye steak and some scrumptious apple pie?
Or maybe a rotisserie chicken or tasty stir fry?”
He declines again. “No,” he says, “it’s got to be the Viagra. I’m still not hungry.”
“Well,” she says, “Would you mind letting me up? I’m starving.”
From Ann:
A Prostitute’s Tax Return…
A woman walks into a Kalgoorlie accountant’s office and tells him that she needs to file her taxes.
The accountant says, “Before we begin, I’ll need to ask you a few questions.”
He gets her name, address etc. And then asks, “What’s your occupation?”
“I’m a prostitute,” she says.
The accountant is somewhat taken aback and says, “Let’s try to re phrase that.”
The woman says, “OK, I’m a high-end call girl”. “No, that still won’t work. Try again.”
They both think for a minute; then the woman says, “I’m an elite poultry farmer.”
The accountant asks, “What does poultry farming have to do with being a prostitute?”
“Well, I raised a thousand cocks last year.”
“Poultry Farmer it is.”
From Gregory:
A 72-year-old man goes for a physical. All of his tests come back normal so the doctor says, “Harry, everything looks great. How are you doing mentally and emotionally? Are you at peace with God?”
Harry replies, “God and I are tight. He knows I have poor eyesight, so he’s fixed it when I get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, poof!, the light goes on. When I’m done, poof!, the light goes off.”
“Wow, that’s incredible,” the doctor says.
A little later in the day, the doctor calls Harry’s wife. “Mrs. White,” he says, “Harry is doing fine but I had to call you because I’m in awe of his relationship with God. Is it true that he gets up during the night and poof! the light goes on in the bathroom, and when he’s done, poof! the light goes off?”
“OH GOOD GRIEF!” Mrs. white exclaims, “He’s pissing in the fridge again!”
I fire back:
With the SOTU behind us, what’s left for Obama in his lame duck years?
Looking at his record, it’s difficult to see any promise of accomplishment. His entire tenure has been one vast Gobi of negative achievement unparalleled in the history of this Republic. His domestic record — to mention only the highlights — consists of the Stimulus (“shovel-ready jobs”), ObamaCare, forcing tens of millions out of the workforce, decoupling the stock market from the economy as a whole, and a still stumbling recovery. His “post-racial presidency” is a sad joke, with race relations in a state of tension unseen since the late 60s. His party is in near-terminal disarray, with most of the states in the hands of the GOP and, apart from a pair of questionable female celebrity candidates, no one to take up the reins once he leaves.
As for foreign affairs, where do we commence?
And now, today we read…
President Obama is being knocked by local press for chewing gum today at the Republic Day parade in India.
“In an ungainly sight, cameras caught US President Brack Obama chewing gum during the Republic Day parade on Monday. In the picture captured by cameras and posted on Twitter by some users, Obama was spotted removing his chewing gum while PM Modi was seen trying to explain something to the US president,” reports the Times of India.
He is an embarrassment. I think this is worse than the many photos of his stupid hi-jinks on the golf course, this was a formal State function. In India, where they were ready to chop an American actors head off (well, throw him in jail actually) for kissing a Indian Actress in public.
So what’s left for him?
That has been obvious for the past several months, clearly evinced by his senseless executive orders, his annoying appointments, and his unwillingness to face up to the facts. Obama plans to be a pest
Or worse. But I think Dunn hit the right note, Obama is (fortunately or unfortunately) an incompetent. He doesn’t have the stones to really be a Dictator and I think the wiser and richer heads behind him are getting nervous and just want him off the stage. Because Dunn’s other point is apt. Obama is the Norse God of Mischief personified, he’s the second coming of Loki. Thank God that I don’t have to deal with the shame of having voted for him, I couldn’t look myself in the mirror. I wonder how those that have that on their consciences are dealing with it? We should form support groups for the poor people.
God what an embarrassment! Well, since we’re on a roll…
The USA has, by far, the highest per capita gun ownership in the world. Progressives will tell you that this is what makes America the Murder Capitol of Planet Earth. But we’re not, and in this devastatingly effective Firewall, Bill Whittle shows why the center of Gun Nut Nation is in fact one of the safest places in the world.
I spoke with someone connected to the International Olympic Committee who told me that Boston has rocketed to the top of their consideration list [for 2024] because of how the city was able to shut itself down after the Boston Marathon bombing.
I.E. Conduct a full blown Police-State takeover and occupation of Boston and surrounding communities, eagerly violating the rights of thousands by shutting citizens into their homes under penalty of death. No Kidding!
I blogged about it then and I’m still outraged. But I’m apparently the only one…am I?
I quoted a comment from another blog then and I think it’s a good time to repeat it now.
“It seems hard to escape the conclusion that many of these questions might never be answered. Local authorities in Boston have now had a taste of the expediency of extraordinary police powers which obviously run up to and include the power to paralyze an entire city to hunt down one man. It seems difficult to conclude that they will easily relinquish them.” (April 2013)
Give that person a gold star! On the money. Bad enough that Boston is eagerly looking for the chance to spend billion of dollars that they don’t have. Plus the opportunity to misuse Emanate Domain to wipe out inconvenient neighbors or businesses. But they will enshrine the principles of iron-control of the populace. When and if they do just stop calling them, Citizens.