Chicago on the Potomac: Obama's IRS admits targeting Tea Party groups
Well, I was right. The IRS was actively targeting Conservative political groups in the run-up to the 2012 election.
But now they're really, really, really sorry about it.
The Internal Revenue Service is apologizing for inappropriately flagging conservative political groups for additional reviews during the 2012 election to see if they were violating their tax-exempt status.
Lois Lerner, who heads the IRS unit that oversees tax-exempt groups, said organizations that included the words “tea party” or “patriot” in their applications for tax-exempt status were singled out for additional reviews.
Doesn't surprise me at all.
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Women and Tools
For my birthday, Christmas and Father’s Day, my wife buys me tools. You know, hammers, drills, screwdrivers, saws and such.
She then expects me to hang pictures, fix doors, repair chairs and other needed repairs around the abode.
I’m extremely happy when I get the tools, what man isn’t happy with tools? Even if it means more work.
If getting tools makes me happy, wouldn’t getting tools for my wife make her happy?
So I decided to get her some tools. I got her a mop, a mop bucket, a broom and a duster.
Boy, was she pissed!
I’ll never understand women.
Republicans Boycott Death Panel
I’m not a big admirer of the Republican leadership, but sometimes they get it right.
From Foxnews,
The Republican leaders of the House and Senate announced Thursday that they will boycott the ObamaCare-created committee responsible for holding down Medicare costs, in a challenge to a controversial element of the health care overhaul.
Yep, the death panel that Sarah Palin warned us about. It’s modeled upon the British NHS panel that determines what gets care and what doesn’t get care. Just Google NHS horror stories for numerous examples of how bad it is.
Of course the Evil Democrats are complaining about the Republicans for not toeing the liberal line, which surprisingly, the Republicans tend to usually cave into the Evil Democrats.
As they say, even a stopped clock is right twice a day.
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Want a Free House?
(Note: Saw this on FB this morning. Wish I was smart enough to do this)
I was in my neighborhood restaurant this morning and was seated behind
a group of jubilant individuals celebrating the coming implementation
of the health care bill. I could not finish my breakfast. This is what
ensued: They were a diverse group of several races and both sexes. I
heard a young man exclaim, “Isn’t Obama like Jesus Christ? I mean,
after all, he is healing the sick.”
A young woman enthusiastically proclaimed, “Yeah, and he does it for
free. I cannot believe anyone would think that a free market wouldn’t
work for health care.”
Another said, “The stupid Republicans want us all to starve to death
so they can inherit all of the power. Obama should be made a Saint for
what he did for those of us less fortunate.”
At this, I had more than enough. I arose from my seat, mustering all
the restraint I could find, and approached their table. “Please excuse
me; may I impose upon you for one moment?”
They smiled and welcomed me to the conversation. I stood at the end of
their table, smiled as best I could and began an experiment.
“I would like to give one of you my house. It will cost you no money
and I will pay all of the expenses and taxes for as long as you live
there. Anyone interested?”
They looked at each other in astonishment. “Why would you do something
like that?” asked a young man, “There isn’t anything for free in this
world.” They began to laugh at me, as they did not realize this man
had just made my point.
“I am serious, I will give you my house for free, no money whatsoever.
Anyone interested?”
In unison, a resounding “Yeah” fills the room.
“Since there are too many of you, I will have to make a choice as to
who receives this money-free bargain.”
I noticed an elderly couple was paying attention to the spectacle
unfolding before their eyes, the old man shaking his head in apparent
disgust.
“I tell you what; I will give it to the one of you most willing to
obey my rules.”
Again, they looked at one another, an expression of bewilderment on
their faces.
The perky young woman asked, “What are the rules?”
I smiled and said, “I don’t know. I have not yet defined them.
However, it is a free home that I offer you.”
They giggled amongst themselves, the youngest of which said, “What an
old coot. He must be crazy to give away his home. Go take your meds,
old man.”
I smiled and leaned into the table a bit further. “I am serious, this
is a legitimate offer.”
They gaped at me for a moment.
“I’ll take it you old fool. Where are the keys?” boasted the youngest
among them.
“Then I presume you accept ALL of my terms then?” I asked.
The elderly couple seemed amused and entertained as they watched from
the privacy of their table. “Oh yeah! Where do I sign up?”
I took a napkin and wrote, “I give this man my home, without the
burden of financial obligation, so long as he accepts and abides by
the terms that I shall set forth upon consummation of this
transaction.”
I signed it and handed it to the young man who eagerly scratched out
his signature.
“Where are the keys to my new house?” he asked in a mocking tone of
voice.
All eyes were upon us as I stepped back from the table, pulling the
keys from pocket and dangling them before the excited new homeowner.
“Now that we have entered into this binding contract, witnessed by all
of your friends, I have decided upon the conditions you are obligated
to adhere to from this point forward. You may only live in the house
for one hour a day. You will not use anything inside of the home. You
will obey me without question or resistance. I expect complete loyalty
and admiration for this gift I bestow upon you. You will accept my
commands and wishes with enthusiasm, no matter the nature. Your morals
and principles shall be as mine. You will vote as I do, think as I do
and do it with blind faith. These are my terms. Here are your keys.” I
reached the keys forward and the young man looked at me dumbfounded.
“Are you out of your mind? Who would ever agree to those ridiculous
terms?” the young man appeared irritated.
“You did when you signed this contract before reading it,
understanding it and with the full knowledge that I would provide my
conditions only after you committed to the agreement.”
The elderly man chuckled as his wife tried to restrain him. I was
looking at a now silenced and bewildered group of people.
“You can shove that stupid deal up your a** old man. I want no part of
it!” exclaimed the now infuriated young man.
‘You have committed to the contract, as witnessed by all of your
friends. You cannot get out of the deal unless I agree to it. I do not
intend to let you free now that I have you ensnared. I am the power
you agreed to. I am the one you blindly and without thought chose to
enslave yourself to. In short, I am your Master.”
At this, the table of celebrating individuals became a unified group
against the unfairness of the deal.
After a few moments of unrepeatable comments and slurs, I revealed my
true intent.
“What I did to you is what this administration and congress did to you
with the health care legislation. I easily suckered you in and then
revealed the real cost of the bargain. Your folly was in the belief
that you can have something you did not earn, and for that which you
did not earn, you willingly allowed someone else to think for you.
Your failure to research, study and inform yourself permitted reason
to escape you. You have entered into a trap from which you cannot
flee. Your only chance of freedom is if your new Master gives it to
you. A freedom that is given can also be taken away. Therefore, it is
not freedom at all.”
With that, I tore up the napkin and placed it before the astonished
young man. “This is the nature of your new health care legislation.”
I turned away to leave these few in thought and contemplation — and
was surprised by applause.
The elderly gentleman, who was clearly entertained, shook my hand
enthusiastically and said, “Thank you, Sir. These kids don’t
understand Liberty .”
He refused to allow me to pay my bill as he said, “You earned this
one. It is an honor to pick up the tab.”
I shook his hand in thanks, leaving the restaurant somewhat humbled
and sensing a glimmer of hope for my beloved country.
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Writing about sex - badly
Let’s talk about sex, or rather write about it. Usually badly. Take The Quiddity of Will Self by Sam Mills for an example: ‘Down, down, on the eschatological bed.’
What does eschatological mean anyway?
Great advice for would be romance novelists.
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