It Started In New York….
Nobody Knows
Someday we might be telling our grandchildren…. “It started in…New York.”
And the President has given himself full power to kill any American he sees fit.
Nobody Flashes: The History of North Korea and the Democrats
Nobody Flashes
North Korea just released this video in where they dream of nuking New York. In the background is the music of Michael Jackson– “We Are the World.” Nobody asks herself —is the reason they want to nuke New York is because Steven Spielberg lives in California? Why hit the same place twice? Isn’t Micheal Bloomberg doing enough damage as it is?
And oh my goodness…’President’ Obama today…all of a sudden, seems a bit worried about the “sequester” coming up in March, which will decimate our military down to the point that even people with the video capabilities of a six-year-old can fire some missiles at us, and have a decent chance of succeeding.
You know, it’s got to be tough. Here’s a President that is trying to bring troops home from around the world, in order to put them to work as his own private HomeLand Security army, and some little dweeb over in North Korea is making him look silly.
And you might say: Come on Joyanna…how can a country that can’t even make a simple video actually launch a missile to hit New York? (And once again…why is it always New York?)
Well…once upon a time…Bill Clinton sent over his favorite plutonium giver Sandy Berger, and Sandy supplied North Korea with enough uranium to make their own bombs, which they did. Of course, Clinton said later that, “They lied, they told me they needed it for peaceful means.”

And just recently, Google CEO, Eric Schmidt, went over to North Korea with Sandy Berger, and…you have to wonder what else was given to them? Have you noticed that Bill Clinton and Sandy Berger are the only two politicians that love to visit North Korea? Have you also noticed that every time a democrat comes back from visits to countries that don’t like us, they want to kill us even more? 
Democrats. Arming the world…with the help of Michael Jackson. In the meantime, who are all the democrats screaming about as the ones that have to be destroyed forever more?
The Tea Party.
And that’s because the Tea Party KNOWS where the real enemy lies, and it’s not in New York.
Calling All Sheriffs!
Nobody Reports
They are coming out very slowly…but they are coming out. Sheriffs all over the country are letting Obama know, that if he orders them to shoot upon American citizens, or if he orders them to confiscate their guns, they will disobey Obama, and uphold the Constitution.
Sheriff Joe Arpaio has joined in:
“I took [multiple] oaths of office, and they all say I will defend the Constitution of the United States,” Arpaio told Mike Broomhead of KFYI Radio in Phoenix, Ariz. “Now if they’re going to tell the sheriff that he’s going to go around picking up guns from everybody, they’re going to have a problem. “My deputies, I said before, I’m going to arm all my deputies – a month ago I said before this – with automatic weapons and semi-automatic weapons. We’re going to be able to fight back. … I don’t care what they say from Washington.”
Yes! And so…in Utah we have another bunch of good guys….
Some of the strongest language to that effect has come from Utah, where 28 of the state’s 29 elected sheriffs signed a letter to President Obama warning him not to send federal agents to start confiscating guns.—-The petition continued: “Sen. Dianne Feinstein has made it clear she does not believe in the Constitution or the inalienable rights of Americans to keep and bear arms. She is actively working to destroy the 2nd Amendment with her 2013 assault weapons ban. For this reason we the people of the United States petition for her to be tried in federal court for treason to the Constitution.”
So, there IS good news on the horizon…
Nobody’s Perfect:The Night Stephen King Couldn’t Reach His Gun…
Nobody’s Perfect
Stephen King, has just admitted to the fact: That…he’s a wimp. I mean, go ahead and look at him. I could probably beat him up in a fight. He owns three handguns, and yet, doesn’t think anybody else in the United States should have the same right as him. Much like Nancy, Obama, Biden—- you know all the liberals who want our guns.
And for just 99 cents, you can buy his opinions on the subject of why we need to ban guns. Mr. King wants to ban automatic and semi-automatic guns because of the slaughter at Sandy Hook. He fails to mention that at Sandy Hook, handguns were used, no assault weapons. But that’s why Stephen is so good at writing fiction. Call it a “mental” collapse, probably from all the drugs he has done in his life….
Oh? You didn’t know that Stephen King has been a big-time major drug addict in his lifetime? No? You name the drug, he has done it: heroin, cocaine, grass, glue, uppers, downers, whiskey, pain killers, morphine,…and that was BEFORE he got hit by a truck.
Is it any wonder he invents visions of mass murders? He lives in a world of “revenge” of probably just too many bullies beating up on him early in his life, I’m guessing from grade school through high school, Stephen got bullied.
God gave him a talent to write fiction. What God forgot to do was give the man common sense.
Nobody’s Perfect.
Stephen said blanket opposition to gun control was less about defending the second amendment of the US constitution than “a stubborn desire to hold onto what they have, and to hell with the collateral damage”. He added: “If that’s the case, let me suggest that ‘fuck you, Jack, I’m okay’ is not a tenable position, morally speaking.”
Morally speaking? Once upon a time, a book Mr. King wrote inspired a kid to go and kill a teacher…just like in his book…and he didn’t feel guilty about it.
King said he did not apologize for writing Rage – “no, sir, no ma’am” – because it told the truth about high-school alienation and spoke to troubled adolescents who “were already broken”. However, he said, he ordered his publisher to withdraw the book because it had proved dangerous. He was not obliged to do so by law – it was protected by the first amendment – but it was the right thing to do. Gun advocates should do the same, he argued.
Uh…well gee Mr. King—gun owners are protected by the second amendment…but I guess you didn’t get that far into the document.
The idea that US gun rampages stem from a culture of violence was a “self-serving lie promulgated by fundamentalist religious types and America’s propaganda-savvy gun-pimps”, he wrote. In reality the US had a “Kardashian culture” which preferred to read and watch comedies, romances and super-heroes, rather than stories involving gun violence.
King said every citizen needed to ponder the fact the US was awash with guns. “If this helps provoke constructive debate,” he said, “I’ve done my job.”
Okay Mr. King.—–I am having a very creative fictional motive to “talk” about the subject: I think it’s a wonderful idea to exercise my first amendment rights: I agree with you! Viva la Constitution!
Nobody Notes (WARNING: Violence ahead)
From— THE NIGHT STEPHEN KING COULDN’T REACH HIS GUN…BY NOBODY
After a stranger broke into Stephen’s millions dollar mansion, and tied him to his desk with duck tape…Stephen King’s villains are about to kill him–
Stephen looked at the floor, he saw his foot had been chewed off by Cujo. The blood from what was now a big stub at the end of his leg…spurted out in rhythmic gushes from the beat of his heart….The dog had dragged the bloody foot to the corner to chew on it in peace. Stephen TRIED to move…if he could just get up.. just move to the drawer where he knew he had a gun, but his hands were tied to his desk…and the desk was immovable.
Damn. Why did he have to buy oak?
Stephen’s pain was immense…the blood poured out on the floor… Stephen was about to fall down to the floor, and then he saw him: Flagg…the King Devil of Las Vegas, from his novel.—(The Stand) and he was standing in the corner of the room, by the lamp that his wife had bought last year at the flea market. Flagg was smiling…and holding one of King’s guns in his hand.
“SHOOT HIM! SHOOT HIM! God damn it..don’t you know who I am?,” screamed Stephen. His glasses had fallen to the floor…the Devil…took a few steps, and stomped. The sound was…sweet to the Devils’ ears.
“Yes sir, Mr. King. You are the most famous writer of violence in the world. Why, you are known all over for how cleverly you torture, and dismember your characters…including me. No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just come out the other side. And you Mr. King, will have to come out the other side, or you don’t. “
“That has NOTHING to do with anything!” shouted Stephen as he struggled to stand.
As Flagg looked down at the gun he had found under Stephen’s bed..he turned it over as if to admire it.
“Well, since you made me famous…I…I just can’t do that Mr. King.”
Stephen slumped to the floor, he looked up though his pain, and saw…Annie…from Misery.
“What the &$*%^ are YOU doing here! Grab that gun…shoot that dog!” Stephen screamed.
“Well Mr. King…don’t you know you are in your own book right now?”
“I never wrote this crap. I would NEVER write crap. I am the best writer in the whole *$&%^ world!”
Annie smiled, ” Oh I begged to differ…you did write some crap and recently too. ..remember? It was all about taking guns from good law-abiding citizens…just because..what? Because you’re scared yourself Mr. King? Are you scared of us Mr. King? You should be. Don’t you remember? I am your number one fan.” 
And with that she took the baseball bat that was displayed in the corner, the one that had been given to Stephen King during game 4 of the World Series in 2010 by the Boston Red Socks. It was one of his prized possessions because every single player on the team had signed it just for him. And she…smashed his head so hard, he went down in one big lump.
As she kept beating him to a pulp…blood gushing out of his head onto the hardwood floor, the Devil cocked his head and smiled at Annie’s fury.
“God DAMN you, Mr. King!” Annie yelled. “I am your number one fan and you made me such a bitch!”
“That wasn’t any act of God. That was an act of pure human fuckery.” said Flagg.
Annie stopped…panting..she had broken the bat on the metal in his leg, —the metal which had been put there after he was hit by a truck.
As Stephen lay in desperation on the floor, his last thoughts were very blurred. He knew he had another gun in the desk drawer, but he kept it locked. The key was in the kitchen…damn. The words coming out of Stephen’s mouth were barely audible. He thought of his wife, his son, that girl he picked up in New Hampshire…
“Wait…Wait…”
“Goodbye Mr. King.” said Annie as she walked out the door.
Flagg (The Devil) smiled, and said the same…”Yes, goodbye Mr. King…” and then he tucked the gun in the back of his jeans, and walked out.
“Wait…Wait..the dog…”
Stephen barely made out the words. And then, Cujo got up, and dropped the foot bone still in his mouth. He started walking towards Stephen who was now lying helplessly on the floor..lifeless. As he put his teeth around Stephen’s neck a high-pitched voice cried out,
“CUJO! Down boy! Come here!” Cujo pulled away…slowly, and ran out the door.
Carrie (Carrie) walked into the large room where Stephen wrote his books. It was at this very desk that he had written his opinions on gun control.
Her eyes glossed over at the sight of the man who had made her famous. The man who had made her murder, and made himself millions.
“Why?” whispered King…”Why are you doing this?”
Carrie stood, her hair still bloody from the prom. “People don’t get better, they just get smarter. When you get smarter you don’t stop pulling the wings of flies, you just think of better reasons for doing it.”
“Goodbye Mr. King.” said Carrie. All she had to do was look…and then the desk drawer with the gun burst into flame like a bomb had hit it. Slowly the flames licked the nearby curtains, than the books piled high on the library on the other wall started to burn too..
Carrie slowly walked outside the house. She walked over to Annie who was sitting on an old stump…
“People who try hard to do the right thing always seem mad.” said Carrie, as she looked down to the dirt beneath her feet. “Nobody likes to see a stupid guy wise up.”
Annie nodded, “You know, I think Stephen is right…they SHOULD take all the guns away from everybody. The more people who don’t have guns, the more us monsters can take over the world. But you know, I sure thought he would put up more than that wimpy fight.”
Carrie, looked down at her dirty shoes, and placed her hand on the only part of her body that wasn’t covered in blood…her waist.
“Well, you know what he always said.—-”
“What?”
“Everything’s a lot tougher when it’s for real. That’s when you choke. When it’s for real.”
The End
Nobody Notes: There are real Stephen King quotes my story…in italics…see if you can find them.
And in honor of the great Stephen King…I also refuse to apologize.
Bob Costas: Eulogy for the Common Conservative “Stan the Man”
Nobody’s Opinion
How do we judge our idols? At the funeral of Stan Musial on Saturday, held in the lovely Catholic ‘New’ Cathedral in downtown St. Louis…Bob Costas pretty much hit a home run. While I was crying at his words…and breaking up along with Bob when he got to the part (see video) about how Stan Musial said “Deal me in.” to the blacks in the clubhouse…it wasn’t until later that I remember Bob’s recent remarks about gun control during a football game not too long ago. (He wants to ban them) 
You have to remember…Bob is a liberal…and yet, here was a liberal crying over the very things that conservatives pretty much take for granted. Decency. Integrity. Honesty. Stan Musial had all those traits..not only throughout his career, which stopped 50 years ago, but throughout his life. Anyone here in St. Louis, who ran into Stan Musial..got a big smile, and at the least, an autograph.
Conservatives everywhere, take those tratis for granted. To us, those traits are as easy as breathing. We didn’t think nothing of Stan being the way he was…after all…he was conservative. Went to church, stayed married to his high school sweetheart. Never put anyone down for their politics. He was a great ballplayer, sure…but there are millions that live their lives the same way Stan did.
I’m not sure Bob knows that.
An hour before the funeral, I saw an interview with Robert Redford. Robert Redford was repeating the Obama’s mantra: People don’t want change, but it’s coming regardless of whether they like it or not. Period. He was talking about conservatives.
Here’s Obama’s words:
There are going to be some areas where that change is going to be very hard for Republicans. I suspect, for example, that already there are some Republicans who embrace the changing attitudes in the country as a whole around LGBT issues and same-sex marriage. But there’s a big chunk of their constituency that is going to be deeply opposed to that, and they’re going to have to figure out how they navigate what could end up being divisions in their own party. And that will play itself out ove
r years.
Yes…change is coming to the Stan Musials of the world whether they want it or not. (Nobody says: Be careful what you wish for…you just might get it.) 
Among the crowd at the funeral was all the town’s sports figures: Whitey Herzog, Tony La Russa, Commissioner Bud Selig, and Robert Pujols. It was a very long program because they showed the whole Catholic Mass on TV.
So— Here was two great ‘conservative’ American traditions: The Catholic Mass and American Baseball, and the theme of the day, was not only what a great ball player that Stan had been, but what a great human being. Bob spoke as if…nobody sees this kind of decency anymore.
Obviously not him.
To Bob…(by his speech) men like Stan are..rare. Morality, decency, living a humble life…that’s the past.
Our country was founded on morality. On decency. On each man making his own mark, and then giving back. And those very important rules are based on religion. (That Obama smirks that we “cling”to.) That shows how much we have changed…Lance Armstrong, the steriods…you don’t have to look too far to see corruption in sports, or politics, or anything anymore for that matter.
And while Bob Costas eulogy will go down in history as being one of the best ever given about any man, Stan’s brother-in-law made an even more important reminder than the fact that Stan wasn’t prejudice. (As so many conservatives ALSO…are not.) He reminded everyone, that Stan Musial worked with the Catholic Church AND the Pope, (Back when Reagan was President) to help funnel money over to Poland, which helped defeat the communists in Russia and Poland. When Obama presented him with the Congressional Metal of Freedom last year, he certainly didn’t mention what the man did.
I’m sure, Obama could have cared less.
The “change” that Robert Redford and Obama are talking about is why I found this funeral so sad. I think, the fact that Bob sees the abhorrent behavior that has become the norm in our sports was why he was crying, and maybe he was asking himself… Why can’t all men be as decent as Stan Musial?
Well, when they have leaders like Obama, and movie stars like Robert Redford…trashing the country and its traditions on a daily basis..you can expect a lot more tears.
The real fact is: there are still millions of Stan Musials in America, living lives of ‘quiet desperation” helping their neighbors, loving their families, trying to be good citizens(buyinig McDonalds for the grandkids on Saturday)—and they are being attacked, while the sport figures, rap singers, horror fiction writers, movie stars…etc…are getting pats on the back for being basically rich drug addicts, adulterers, cheaters, and liars. The boys of summer are found on the ski slopes of Aspen, waiting for the next cocaine fix to come in.
Like Stan Musial, the common conservative man will never get on the news. And it’s that common, decent man who they want to not only ‘change” but crush.
Nobody could stop thinking about that through the whole funeral.
When the coffin was carried into the church, it had only a white linen drape. No flowers were on it. No roses of any sort. It was simple. Plain…like the man.
His grandson said “Gee, I had to follow Bob Costas.” with a sigh, but then said probably the most important thing: He looked into the camera and said he wanted everyone watching to try to be just like Stan.
If only.
Stan the Man, is the quintessence of the America that most of us grew up with. They drapped him in the American flag as they carried him out, as if to say to all the liberals: Here lies an American dream…watch and weep, and honor “Stan the Man.” He was the best of us.
And should you ever get to St. Louis, go stand in front of Stan’s statue, and bring a harmonia, and play a tune. Stan would love it…he never went anywhere without his. And don’t forget to read what it says:
“Here stands baseball’s perfect warrior. Here stands baseball’s perfect knight.”
Democrats Should Not Be Allowed a Weapon….Problems Solved.
Nobody Cares
Now WHY have you not heard that all the crazy crackpots killing people in mass murders are registered Democrats?
You tell me.
One man, does what a whole slew of paid propagandists cannot: Report.
Enjoy!
(Thanks to amfortas)
Nobody’s Perfect: 5-Year-Old Bubble Terrorist VS Texas Bank Manager
Nobody’s Perfect
This week we have a little girl who threatened the security of the United States by saying she was going to shoot a fellow classmate…with bubbles. There is talk of Gitmo.
A 5-year-old Pennsylvania girl who told another girl she was going to shoot her with a pink Hello Kitty toy gun that blows soapy bubbles has been suspended from kindergarten. The next day, the girls involved were ‘interrogated’ by school officials. By the time the girl was done speaking to administrators about the incident, she was crying. A teacher called out the girl in front of her class and told her police may get involved.
Her family has hired an attorney to fight the punishment, which initially was 10 days for issuing a ‘terroristic threat.’ But her punishment was reduced to two days after her mother met with school officials and had the incident dropped to ‘threatening to harm another student,’ which apparently carries a lesser punishment.
Bubbles are now…a terroist threat? Who knew? Can I still take a bubble bath without the FBI knocking down my door?
Good thing they caught that girl in time. Nobody can even imagine what might have happened if she had actually SHOT that other girl…with a deadly bubble. Looking dirty is in style now. The soap on her skin would have been too much for anyone to witness.
On the other hand, a bank in Texas keeps getting robbed by “Yankees” and the bank manager has put a sign on his door saying, that he allows everyone who is legally carrying a gun, to COME ON IN and help out catching those Yankees that are robbing his bank. Not since Jesse James has a bank manager taken such force.
The South has not died.
The ‘President’ is not too happy about this as you can imagine.
So…who wins the Nobody’s Perfect award for the week?
Why…The University of Tennessee Marching Band, OF COURSE!
They were the last band to march before the President at his inauguration today, and somehow, after hours of waiting in the cold, they manage to insult the President by playing his least favorite song:
Oh Shenandoah…we long to see you…away…you rolling rivier…
Nobody is sure that they will be attacked, with drones shooting bubbles, as soon as the President can give that order.
You cannot insult the President.
Nobody Suggests we all stock up on those deadly Bubble Guns right away, before Obama bans them. I might even take a trip down to Texas and help that bank manager out with those “Yankees.” In fact…the Bubble gang is already on the way…
Nobody’s Email: The Good Reasons for the 2nd Amendment
Nobody Gets Email
Another great rant from Conservative Video’s…which will give you arguments to use whenever you talk to your liberal friends.
American Nation Suffers From Gullibleitis: No Cure
Nobody Cares
Call me Ms Gullible. Ever since I was a kid, I retained an innocence that borders almost on severe stupidity. I only had one brother who was two years older, and as everyone who has EVER been the butt of jokes of an older brother knows…. you are left standing with, “I can’t believe he did that!” feeling of horror on your face too many times to EVER grow up with a sense of trust on just about anything.
Your parents can be the most loving parents in the universe, but if you have a fun-loving brother whose main purpose in life is to succeed as the favorite child, you are doomed.
One time my older brother and cousin Corky, told me to go to the end of the sewer tunnel, and they swore that they would NOT light those firecrackers— I trusted them.
I didn’t hear for 2 week.
These “Let’s fool little sis!” jokes went on for years, until one day, when I was fourteen, and a 19-year-old girl wanted to know if my brother really was the cousin of Elvis and if he really was 19…I told her flat-out: Nope…he was only fourteen, and Elvis didn’t even know he existed.
There is still a hole in the bedroom door where my 14-year-old brother put his fist because, I was on the other side.
SO…because I was a victim of an older brother’s imaginative hours of entertainment, I’m a hard woman to dupe. And I have to ask you? How could millions of people believe that some football player had a girlfriend that he was in love with, and he had never met her?
A football player in his prime NOT having sex? That’s about as rare as getting a tax return the next day.
How could millions of people believe that Barry Bonds, Mark McGuire, and Roger Clemens weren’t using something to make them superhuman? Because they SAID so?
How could millions believe that Lance Armstrong, a man who hardly ever lost a race, was not ‘doping’ even though many were accusing him of it? What did he do? He ATTACKED them! He learned that from being friends with the Clintons.
How could half the country believe that Obama is NOT a Marxist when he has announced his plans to fundamentally change America?
Nobody is still wondering how everyone can still believe that the Clinton’s, two of the most notorious liars in American history—should be held in the highest esteem.
“I did NOT have sex., or rape, or sell military hardware to China, or kill Ron Brown, or lie to a grand jury…or…” I mean, just how gullible are we?
Did the older brothers of the world just lose their ability to teach the younger siblings about life?
Nobody Wonders: I know how gullible I have been in my lifetime, and I have learned from my own stupidity.
So…Why…are so many people still so gullible?
BECAUSE…
Some people will do anything to stay at the top. The rewards are many. The means justifies the ends.
Some people…just won’t. I still remain, after all the years of countless lies and tricks..honest.
But that doesn’t mean they have to remain gullible and stupid does it?
My brother did a fine job educating me on the various ways a human can lie and cheat..to get ahead. And I should thank him for it. I don’t think I would have the enquiring mind I have today if not for him.
Maybe I can get him to write a book….and title it: “The REAL reason Lance Armstrong Got Away With it.” I’m sure he knows just how he pulled it off.
Why should Lance make all the money?
Nobody’s Fool: Corporal Joshua Boston
Nobody’s Fool
This week Nobody takes notice of the ‘perfect’ letter. This was written by Marine Corporal Joshua Boston.
BRAVO! It makes an American heart feel good, especially after watching comrade Nancy Pelosi today, giving her big speech on the floor of the house, go on and on about “protecting the people.”…liar that she is.
It’s men like this Marine that should be running our country.
Enjoy…it really IS perfect.
********
Senator Dianne Feinstein,
I will not register my weapons should this bill be passed, as I do not believe it is the government’s right to know what I own. Nor do I think it prudent to tell you what I own so that it may be taken from me by a group of people who enjoy armed protection yet decry me having the same a crime. You ma’am have overstepped a line that is not your domain. I am a Marine Corps Veteran of 8 years, and I will not have some woman who proclaims the evil of an inanimate object, yet carries one, tell me I may not have one.
I am not your subject. I am the man who keeps you free. I am not your servant. I am the person whom you serve. I am not your peasant. I am the flesh and blood of America.
I am the man who fought for my country. I am the man who learned. I am an American. You will not tell me that I must register my semi-automatic AR-15 because of the actions of some evil man.
I will not be disarmed to suit the fear that has been established by the media and your misinformation campaign against the American public.
We, the people, deserve better than you.
Respectfully Submitted,
Joshua Boston
Cpl,
United States Marine Corps
2004-2012
Nobody’s Email: Don’t Feed the Bears…
Nobody Gets Email








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