Yes, but Comrade Johnson is primarily concerned for the "Worker's" shelter, clothing, education and most importantly, health care. He's a man for The People and his Collectivemindedness is most superior.
I think that the Representative is not a Democrat Representative. He's the Representative for the Seriously and Truly Stupid. We have normal representatives for the Seriously and Truly Stupid, like Jay Rockefeller and Barbara Boxer, but this man speaks to their hearts, well, and truly.It takes a special gift to suggest that Guam might capsize.
long time no read. The collective has missed you. I have much to inform you on my internship at Jiffy Lobo and will soon write you a glorious letter outlining what has been going on at the Washington DC Jiffy Lobo. Little did I know when accepting the internship that Jiffy Lobo would play such a glorious part in bringing about a "Health Care" victory for Dear Leader. Congressman Johnson is some of my, ahem, our finest work.
Dr. Chicago, I'm so glad that you recognized the tell-tale signs of Jiffy-Lobo in Congressman Johnson. That was a touch-and-go operation. That took two special surgeons (three, actually, to get the average blood-alcohol level to average less than lethal), using a MotoTool and a cold chisel. The Congressman required ten pints of blood for that lobotomy; he kept twitching and I kept saying to the doctors, "There's still some contaminant brain in there! Deeper! Harder! Pull that stuff out! If he's a Democrat he cannot think! Don't you know that?"
But at long last it was done. We had to paint over the duct tape used to close off the insertion wound, and a little Bondo helped, but in the end, we can attribute the piercing accuracy of the congressman's remarks to Jiffy-Lobo.
I'm going to need more rations of detergent. My smock appears to get dirtier quicker these days and there is still much more work to be done. My instruments are in need of sharpening and I've become too dependent upon my old bit brace. There are also some concerns with the staff. We may have to eliminate educate several who are beginning to complain about the hours of bloody, messy and sickening labor grueling pace. I've attempted to explain to them that it's for the greater good ™ but I may have to dispose of some loud malcontents call in for some special training. Fortunately my old line of work will be helpful to our cause.
Fraulein, congratulations on your advancement to Party leadership. I don't know who you blackmailed, terrorized or killed am very proud of you. My goal too is to reach Party leadership and one day I will attain it, for the children ™ of course. Your advancement has been noted.
Dr. Chicago wrote:.....
Fraulein, congratulations on your advancement. I don't know who you blackmailed, terrorized or killed am very proud of you. My goal too is to reach Party leadership and one day I will attain it, for the children ™ of course. Your advancement has been noted.
I remain,
Dr. Chicago
Dear Comrade Dr. Chicago, I proudly and with humility, give you kindly thanks and regards. Yes, it is so pleasing and pleasurable to be part of the grandiose, magnanimous Comrades. I must bashfully admit, I used my Coquettish, Libidinous, Womanly ™ ways to make advances. . . that and a few rubles gets one a long way.
Dr. Chicago, the worthy Fraulein is worthy of emulation. The last time she was over at the Rancho, she had a knock-down, drag-out fight with Nanski, and it was over my Waterford. Neither one was protecting it for me. They were both stealing it, which is what a Made Prog does.
Dr. Chicago, the first thing to remember is to accuse your enemies of doing what you've been doing or will do. That wrong-foots them every time. Second, call them haters, when you're the hater. This is a memorable and essential case of Rule Number One.
And never, never tell the truth unless there's a gun at your head and if you are ever in that position, that means that you didn't get all your power consolidate when you should. Because it should have been <i>you</i> holding that gun at someone else's head.
The Rancho? Last time? You must be referring to the glorious vodka party! A Lady doesn't drink and tell, but I will just utter that her Highass Nanski was getting very sticky fingered in your house, just as she is in the People's House. I was most successful in retrieving the Waterford and replacing it with something more suitable for her taking . . and Obomo Obamo Commemorative Bedpan (courtesy of Leninka)
Fraulein Pulloskies wrote:Theo, you have posed a superb question to the collective.
I think we all know the answer...
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I find it offensive to post images of the abuse of our K9 <East> German comrades! They are good soldiers, never complain, and when trained properly, perform their duties heroically and without concern for their own safety. Bad Fraulein, BAD!! Laika will not be pleased...
SPCA approved! Obabo Oboma approved! ACORN approved! (goat now has voting privileges)
"got-T", goaty . . . still, they all the same. Old goats. Late Mr. Pulloskies was an old goat. If it weren't for poisoned mushrooms, I . . . . . . . . . . . . I say too much. Good by.
We have someone kissing a dog. Someone kissing a goat. I am no critic of strange osculation myself but what would someone call one who kissed Michelle Obama?
Commissar Theocritus wrote:We have someone kissing a dog. Someone kissing a goat. I am no critic of strange osculation myself but what would someone call one who kissed Michelle Obama?
Commissar Theocritus wrote:We have someone kissing a dog. Someone kissing a goat. I am no critic of strange osculation myself but what would someone call one who kissed Michelle Obama?
Damn. I lust for that book. But the pictures won't turn up too well in my Kindle, will they? And I have another problem with the Kindle. The type is black, and not red. When the iPad comes out I'll be able to read those books in glorious Soviet red.
Commissar Theocritus wrote:Damn. I lust for that book. But the pictures won't turn up too well in my Kindle, will they? And I have another problem with the Kindle. The type is black, and not red. When the iPad comes out I'll be able to read those books in glorious Soviet red.
Never fear dear Comrade Theocritus! I have connections at the gulag! (wink wink)
How is it possible that the dear Fraulein's connections would allow her to acquire such items and not you? It appears that she has become more equal and is willing to flaunt her new position in the collective. I will get to the bottom of this.
How is it possible that the dear Fraulein's connections would allow her to acquire such items and not you? It appears that she has become more equal and is willing to flaunt her new position in the collective. I will get to the bottom of this.
I remain,
Dr. Chicago
My Dear Remaining Dr. Chicago, errr, ummm, yes, I have made a few "connections" and it is most definitely "privilege", due to the more equal amongst us. As I have said before, 'womanly wiles and a quick smile'™ can get one a long way. . . that and a little cash stash.
The Fraulein is right comrades. Will Rogers noted that a woman can go further on a tube of lipstick than a man can go with a Winchester and a side of bacon.
Ah yes! Mr. Rogers was so right correct. I remember one evening when I was in need of a evening snack and found myself with no fiances. I met I saw the nicest young man in Lupe's Bar and Grill, but on the corner, withdrew my rosy red lip embellishment, leaned over as if to . . . . . well, never mind. It is a long, digressing story of no real matter.
Perhaps Frau it was not the lipstick that the nicest young man was of noting but what he was to see when you leaned over? You are the most well endowed in Gulag and for that there are to be more equally equal privilages.
Dr. Chicago, that is the OLD Kindle. We in the upper echelons have only new electro-bling. In fact I'm waiting for my iPad because not only can I read improving books, such as Marx and Zinn, but I can also do my progressive blogging. Say at the welfare office instead of my mother's basement. Wouldn't that be an improvement?
It's so necessary for a prog blog to be healthy. The rising damp, the fungus, the mold...all so hard on the lungs of the prog. So I'm for everything which will get me out of my mother's basement blogging, like every other single left-wing blogger, and what's better than getting that lovely lolly from the Government?
Mrs Al Czarweary wrote:Perhaps Frau it was not the lipstick that the nicest young man was of noting but what he was to see when you leaned over? You are the most well endowed in Gulag and for that there are to be more equally equal privilages.
I blush in Prog like fashion, dear Comradess, and yes, it could have been so. "Womanly wiles" move beyond lip stick and hair orientations, do they not? Glorious beards, refined leg hair are as temping as wild ears hairs protruding from a beloved hubby's ear. I hearcamel jockey's some Saudi men love the eroma of camel spray perfume? We all have our ways, do we not? And it brings much rejoicing to womanhoodom!
And yes, dear Comrade Theocritus, we all have had that pesky problem with mold and fungus. I find soaking in bleach is most helpful!
I agree, basements are not for blogging. Basements are for other things that should be kept still and safe until a better place for burying to hide them can be found.
As for blogging; this Prog has attempted, but my state sponsored education seems to have not been helpful in instilling great writing skills. Add to that My ADHD, or as I prefer to call it "varied interests" seems to take me in many directions. Writing has always been a difficult thing for me, akin to pulling teeth.
As for iPads and Kindle's, I still like the feel of paper on my finger tips, besides those screens must be difficult to see in the sun.
I would like to read what you've been writing as I believe that it's important for young Progs to study Made Progs in order to become more Proggy. I aim to attain Made Prog one day and eventually become a member of the Party inner circle, but my skills are of a different nature; more hands on, so to speak. I remain, Dr. Chicago
Dr. Chicago, do not be disheartened if your writing skills are not up to par with state order mandated educational system. Some of us have skills that are more skillful while other have skills not so much. But in the Mad Made Progdom, it is of little matters. We are all equally equal. As for the "hands on" stuff, this is what gets so many men in trouble. It is better not to be so hands- onzies. Send chocolate first. Just a suggestion.
Dr. Chicago, I'll tell you how to improve your writing skills. Just tell everyone that you write the best of anyone. Do you know how I learned this?
President Awesome Zero! That's how! He's never done anything but he thinks he has, so we agree with him because he's so Progtastic. Everything that President Obozon does is the best, because he is defined as being the best. That's how a real prog does it. Don't bother learning to write like Jane Austen. Just tell people that you're better and if they don't understand your writing, it's their fault. Fraulein, would you mind if I am a bit daring here? I must say that your cleavage has stirred some, er, impure thoughts in my all-too-male breast. In fact more than once Bruno had come across me starting, rapturously, at the craqueleur of your decolletage. "Theocritus!" Bruno howled. "Don't tell me that you're going to invite another of those prog strumpets into this house! You know what happened the last time you did that. And don't ask me to clean up after you!" He knocked a picture off the wall slamming the door.But the heart must do what the heart must do, dear Fraulein.
Dearest Comrade Theocritus, I have captivated and charmed many a man with my well-endowed bosoms, so I do understand your plight. But I do take umbrage with your and Bruno's comments on my strumpetness! I, kind sirs, am no strumpet! And I have take usual care in the covering of cleavage as to not distract and taut any maleness in the aboutness of the area. Any tails and rumors to the otherwise, are strictly unfounded, false and inflammatory.
Your pardon should be begged, since I have not heard such speaking since my last encounter with the Viagra laden Mr. Clinton! piffle!
Fraulein, I would never suggest that you would be a strumpet, except of course in the service of the party. Or yourself. Or in any way that might get you something that you want. Hell, I'd french-kiss John Madden, which would make a bullfrog retch, to get the latest plasma television.
Perhaps I am showing my febrile side, but lately my attention has turned from your decolletage to those wings above your ears. I don't know what they are, but I'm sure that Lewis Carroll could tell me.
I suspect dear commissar that those "wings" are for hiding contraband. I have no way to prove it however she has not only survived many years in the gulag, but has thrived. Our dear Fraulein is what we, in the "Windy City" call a survivor. Lenin knows, and a happy birthday to him, how she's accomplished such a feat. Obama bless you Fraulein you have survived!
I am in a rather weird mood this evening. It's strange seeing what is happening right in plain sight. A lust for power that I don't think this country has ever seen and a press,supposedly free, that choses not to question. Odd, is it not? I suspect that we might not recognize America in four years. I pray to God that I'm wrong. Peace to you.
Commissar Theocritus wrote:Fraulein, I would never suggest that you would be a strumpet, except of course in the service of the party. Or yourself. Or in any way that might get you something that you want. Hell, I'd french-kiss John Madden, which would make a bullfrog retch, to get the latest plasma television.
Perhaps I am showing my febrile side, but lately my attention has turned from your decolletage to those wings above your ears. I don't know what they are, but I'm sure that Lewis Carroll could tell me.
ah ha! Yes dear comrade, now that you mentioned put it that way, I have enjoyed a few bouts of sprumpetedness... all for the good of the collective, as you say! (I heard you did french kiss Madden, no?) umm, my glory days... but I digress....
Wings? WINGS? Who do you think I am, the freak'n flying nun? Those are not wings but part of my glorious coiffure adornments! HAIR ADORNMENTS for beautiful attire!
I am a proudly humble comrade of ordinary means who has collected one glorious handmedown... glorious head adornment. I wear with most humility. Long flowing locks.... no so much, so glorious head adornment is most necessary and is all for the great good.
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I am in a rather weird mood this evening. It's strange seeing what is happening right in plain sight. A lust for power that I don't think this country has ever seen and a press,supposedly free, that choses not to question. Odd, is it not? I suspect that we might not recognize America in four years. I pray to God that I'm wrong. Peace to you. 
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