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People are saying that Barrack's middle name is actually "Hussien" or however you spell it. So, that would make him Barrack Hussien Obama. Osama and Obama sound almost alike to me. Am I crazy? We supposedly dont have a copy of his birth certificate. Was he born in the U.S. If everyone wants change. What kind of change are we going to have. If the U.S. changes, it could get even worse. I'm thinking about Russia and how it is over there now. I see alot of crazy stuff about Russia online. Or whatever the country is called now. Are we going to have terroist attacks after the election. Are the terroists that are still out there going to test the new president. Whoever it is. Are there even terroists still out there? Is the new president going to take action or is he just going to let it happen or is he not going to know what to do. If the terroists attack, should we just sit around and let it happen? They drove planes into the world trade center. Does that matter? Do we even care if we are attacked. I used to be a bleeding heart liberal mainly because of the environment and a peaceful planet would be nice, but does it seem like Barrack really gives a crap about that stuff? Yes, hes a democrat, it really doesnt seem like he is gonna do much of anything except let the country fall to pieces. Does that mean that the world is going to be in a blissful state of happiness, where I get mine and we brought the man down? As you can see I'm not much of an Obama fan. I think he is likely to make it much worse. Sure he can bring about change but, I fear it is a change for the worst.

THAT CAN BE ENJOYED BY BOTH PARTIES!NOT ONLY THAT-- it is POLITICALLY CORRECT!! While walking down the street one day a US senator is tragically hit by a truck and dies. His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Stephen at the entrance. 'Welcome to heaven,' says St. Stephen. 'Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you.' 'No problem, just let me in,' says the man. 'Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity.' 'Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven,' says the senator. 'I'm sorry, but we have our rules.' And with that, St. Stephen escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him. Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people. They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne. Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly & nice guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go. Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises... The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St. Stephen is waiting for him. 'Now it's time to visit heaven.' So, 24 hours pass with the senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Stephen returns. 'Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity.' The senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: 'Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell.' So St. Stephen escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above. The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder. 'I don't understand,' stammers the senator. 'Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?' The devil looks at him, smiles and says, 'Yesterday we were campaigning.. .. Today you voted.

hog farming nurse, cowgirl, don't think I know her. peace.

She was born Alice Babette Toklas in San Francisco, California-April 30, 1877 – March 7, 1967........Wow, now we're completely off the titled subject.....oh, well.....sorry Mary E.........xoxoxo Gypsy CowgirlONLY S.F. could have Alice B. Toklas & the GD to their name! I'm so proud to be from here for many generations, actually! Yee-Haw....

want one too?

jeez!...... wot kind didja think i wanted anywayz? mebbe made wif a little "special" butter? heehee

Johnman-go git yer cookie & make sure it's the Alice B. Toklas type..........xoxoxo Gypsy Cowgirl

and to think all i wanted was a little cake........or a cookie.....sigh!

Oh, it was actually "I have to look @ his ### face" she was cussing.......GC

CC's Back is Joe the Plumber in disquise....don't let him fool you......just kidding CC... Oh, I once knew a Hog Farmer that went by the name of Chee-Wiz....Are you related? She was a nurse, I think.........don't worry, Pappy, I can't stand to look @ McCain......& like my 92 yr old mom said about our current pres (with his 73% dis-approval rate according to the news last night) after his re-election/theft/ "God, I have to look @ his face again?" I said-don't look.............. xoxoxo Gypsy Cowgirl