Christmas Dogs

At right are you can see a collection of four not-particularly-happy dogs. From left to right, there’s Lea, Mo’i, Jet, and Daisy Mae. The first two are ours; the second two belong to our good friend Sharon Shepard.

Lea, Mo’i, and Daisy Mae are all agility dogs of varied accomplishment — with Daisy Mae being the studly jumper/weaver/runner amongst them. Jet is still just a puppy (as was obvious trying to get him to stand still for this photo session!), but one fine day he too will run an agility course.

Looking at these pictures, don’t you just wonder what kind of loony would do this to his dog? Their expressions tell you exactly what they think of this evolution!

As usual, click on the small photo to get a larger version.

Iraqi Elections

That the inimitable Mark Steyn would kick some butt after the spectacularly successful Iraqi election was, of course, inevitable. And he doesn’t disappoint:

From “Iraq vote leaves Dems looking like the losers"

...pick almost any recent statement by a big-time Dem cowboy and tell me how exactly it would differ from the pep talks Zarqawi gives his dwindling band of head-hackers — Dean arguing that America can’t win in Iraq, Barbara Boxer demanding the troops begin withdrawing on Dec. 15, John Kerry accusing American soldiers of terrorizing Iraqi women and children, Jack Murtha declaring that the U.S. Army is utterly broken. Pepper 'em with a handful of “Praise be to Allahs” and any one of those statements could have been uttered by Zarqawi.

And he concludes with this:

The Anglo-American political tradition is the most successful in the world in part because of the concept of “loyal opposition.” Yes, the party out of office opposes the party in office and hopes to supplant it, but not at the expense of the broader political culture. A party that winds up cheerleading for a deranged loser death cult is the very definition of pointless self-defeating sour oppositionism. So, as Zarqawi flails, Dean and Murtha and Kerry flail ever more pathetically, too. Just wait till the WMD turn up.

Ouch!

That man does have a way with words.

Just wait, indeed.

And go read every last word!

Dear God

There was a man who worked for the Post Office whose job it was to process all the mail that had illegible addresses .One day, a letter came addressed in a shaky handwriting to God. He thought he should open it to see what it was about. The letter read:

Dear God,

I am an 83 year old widow, living on a very small pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had $100 in it, which was all the money I had until my next pension check. Next Sunday is Christmas, and I had invited two of my friends over for dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with. I have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help me?

Sincerely,

Edna

The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other workers. Each one dug into his or her wallet and came up with a few dollars. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected $96, which they put into an envelope and sent to the woman. The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of Edna and the dinner she would be able to share with her friends.

Christmas came and went. A few days later, another letter came from the old lady to God. All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened, it read:

Dear God,

How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me? Because of your gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for my friends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful gift. By the way, there was $4 missing. I think it must have been those thieving bastards at the Post Office.

Sincerely,

Edna

Surrender Monkeys

Bingo! (click on thumbnail to see it in all its glory)

Ouch…

Tip of the hat to “All Things Conservative"…