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…but I just got another pun collection from my fam. I’ll spare you most of them, but I had to share this one — after all, misery loves company :)

Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of callouses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath.

So, in essence, he was a super-calloused fragile mystic vexed by halitosis.

My poor, poor children…

Congresswoman McKinney Allegedly Punches Cop (via Drudge)

/sigh

If this is even partially true — and come on, who’re we talking about here? — it makes me want to just up and move somewhere else. So I think we will. As Neal remarked when the apparently-brain dead voters in District #4 voted to send Crazy Cynthia back to DC, this district has essentially lost its representation in Congress. No one but the MSM media pays any attention to her, and only when she’s said or done something wacko. Best part of this apparently nipped-in-the-bud debacle was this statement in her first comments to the press, before her handlers could repackage things:

“Do I have to contact the police every time I change my hairstyle? How do we account for the fact that when I wore my braids every day for 11 years, I still faced this problem, primarily from certain white police officers.”

Lollerskates :D Ah, the race card — when it’s gotten you so far, it’s probably hard not to play it at every opportunity.

To her credit, McKinney’s office has issued a surprisingly levelheaded statement, complete with the obligatory liberal “I deeply regret”. To what can we attribute this odd, rational behavior? Maybe she’s singing a new tune these days — “Georgia (2006 elections) on my mind,” perhaps?

It is with no small amount of happiness that I welcome back to Atlanta my good friend Mike Nessen, who moved back to town this past weekend. Mike will be running a new percussion business, Boom Boom Percussion, so as soon as their new site is ready I’ll link it up so you can go get that udu you’ve been meaning to buy.

[03/28/2006 12:08:38] Mike N.: hmph… dern picture don’t fit [03/28/2006 12:09:06] me: OOMBOO [03/28/2006 12:09:23] Mike N.: sounds like a new brand of bandages [03/28/2006 12:09:30] me: LOL [03/28/2006 12:09:45] Mike N.: or horse tranquilizers [03/28/2006 12:09:58] me: the world needs more horse tranks [03/28/2006 12:10:02] Mike N.: “that’s the sound they make when they take ‘em!” [03/28/2006 12:10:08] Mike N.: OOMBOO! [03/28/2006 12:10:11] Mike N.: Zzzzzzzzz [03/28/2006 12:10:16] me: <thud>

Spring Break at Wal-Mart. Why go to the beach when you can go to …Wal-Mart. An intriguing idea to say the least; highlight of the whole piece: the birds that got in and stole some grapes from the produce section.

Truth is soo much stranger than fiction.

That great cornerstone of leftist ideology, that favorite tool of self-loathing used to bludgeon Western civilization — the “global warming” movement, of course — is finally getting the first swift buttkicking (of what I hope is a long line of swift buttkickings) that it so richly deserves: The truth about global warming - it’s the Sun that’s to blame. This article appears in the British Telegraph, no less. Will wonders never cease.

You won’t hear this in the MSM (at least for a while), so pass it on.

(hat-tip to the Emperor)

UPDATE: an interview with Dr. William Gray, who “may be the world’s most famous hurricane expert.” His comments in the latter half on global warming are pretty revealing — maybe we’re hearing overwhelmingly one side of the argument …because that’s what’s being funded. A classic example of the danger inherent when science sits in policy’s lap.