90 Miles From Tyranny

Friday, December 20, 2013

Catch Me If You Can...

Pretty entertaining video....definitely worth a watch....

This Baby Eats Everything Barry Feeds Him!

Gratuitous Peanut Butter & Jelly Post..

Ok we've got our first PB&J sandwich submission. Today's submission comes from our favorite uncle! Check out his Website here: Your Crazy Uncle Bubba

Submit your PB&J pictures and get a post!

This Country Needs More Cruz Control...

In 1980, when Obama was known as "Barry", a freshman at Occidental College in Los Angeles, he was approached by an aspiring photographer named Lisa Jack, who asked him if he would be willing to pose for some black and white photographs that she could use in her portfolio.

The photographs provide an intimate portrait of the soon-to-be-politician, chain smoking cigarettes, flashing his signature grin, leaning within a narrow frame of a hallow and hiding beneath the brim of a straw hat.

http://www.vintag.es/2012/06/photographs-of-barack-obama-as-young.html&sa=U&ei=97KzUr61JsWtkAfMkYBQ&ved=0CAoQFjAC&client=internal-uds-cse&usg=AFQjCNHLq32A9M3tToY4XFC3Ijfg6Z0mzg

True Dat...

The Old Prospector..

An old prospector shuffled into the town of El Indio , Texas leading an old tired mule. The old man headed straight for the only saloon in town, to clear his parched throat. He walked up to the saloon and tied his old mule to the hitch rail.

As he stood there, brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.

The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying, "Hey old man, have you ever danced?"
The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, "No, I never did dance... Never really wanted to.."

A crowd had gathered as the gunslinger grinned and said, "Well, you old fool, you're gonna dance now," and started shooting at the old man's feet.

The old prospector, not wanting to get a toe blown off, started hopping around like a flea on a hot skillet.

Everybody was laughing, fit to be tied.
When his last bullet had been fired, the young gunslinger, still laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon.

The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a

double-barreled shotgun, and cocked both hammers. The loud clicks carried clearly through the desert air.
The crowd stopped laughing immediately. The young gunslinger heard the sounds too, and he turned around very slowly.
The silence was almost deafening.

The crowd watched as the young gunman stared at the old timer and the large gaping holes of those twin 10 gauge barrels. The barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old man's hands, as he quietly said, "Son, have you ever kissed a mule's ass?"

The gunslinger swallowed hard and said, "No sir...... But.. I've always wanted to."