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Nobody’s Perfect: Elizabeth Warren

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I never thought I’d say this, but thank you Elizabeth Warren!

By taking a DNA test to ‘prove’ you had every reason to get big advancements in the elite university’s of your choice, you have finally put a laser beam of attention on the fact of just how ridiculous it is for ANY one to get special privileges because of their DNA.

(Or shall we say, lack thereof.)

Like Pocahontas before you, you have lead the nation into the wilderness and shown us all, how hypocritical affirmative action is, and how someone who is thinking of running for President…

Just blew her chances.

Sen. Elizabeth Warren (D-Mass.) released her DNA test results Monday in an effort to dispel questions over her ancestry, but was roundly mocked by conservatives after the results suggested she was between 1/32nd and 1/1024th Native American.

The test, conducted by Stanford University professor Carlos Bustamante, includes the possibility that Warren has at least .001% Native American ancestry, nearly half of what the average white person has, according to the New York Times.

If @elizabethforma’s DNA sample is even accurate, which is in doubt because Mexican, Colombian, Peruvian, and African American often return false Native American positives, as a 10th generation bloodline that makes her .00098 “Native American.”
10:36 AM – Oct 15, 2018

Even though the Cherokee nation has disowned you, I’m sure the Girl Scouts has an opening for squawk leader, where you can train our future Indian guides how to be proper socialists and learn how to ‘game’ the system.

In the meantime, I suggest you check out that DNA and see if you are actually…human. Maybe those high cheek bones come from eating too many nuts.

I’d look for squirrel genes.

 

October 15, 2018 Posted by | humor, Uncategorized | , | Leave a comment

Rare Footage of Diane Feinstein and Mitch McConnell

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Here’s a rerun of Democratic Senator Diana Feinstein making her arguments against Judge Kavanaugh inside the Senate Private sitting rooms today…it was just released a few hours ago…

As you can see…Republican Senator Mitch McConnell is listening politely and carefully, but stood his ground. Like all things…the #Metoo movement is exhausting us all. There is only so many diapers to go around.

Still…It was…a glorious moment in historical Senatorial debate.

Have a great Sunday!

 

October 5, 2018 Posted by | humor, politics, Uncategorized | , | Leave a comment

Nobody Remembers….Chuckies Schumer’s Limo Ride

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By now, everybody who has lived through the Clinton years, knows what’s happening with the frantic “###ME,ME,ME,ME, TOO!” movement. It’s all about the “women” vote and stopping another conservative from getting on the Supreme Court.

The demofrats are going to lose an awful lot of the black vote in the next elections, and they know it. So, they are going after the women vote. After all, they think enough women out there hate men. So, if they can get the black WOMEN vote, they can hold on. They figure the black men are all out shooting each other up.

I live not too far from Ferguson and the blacks are treating the white people here, like REAL people. I can tell you personally, they are finally waking up to President Trump being the man who has opened their eyes.

Just yesterday I was in a craft store, and the two black women in line went out of their way to help me with a store coupon. One gave me a flyer, the other gave me her cell phone.

Trust me, that’s not normal.

Which is why I think that the whole ‘planned’ attack on Judge Kavanaugh is probably going to backfire at the polls, whether Flake keeps him off the court or not.

Yes, the rich/elite/global/progressives are desperate, because most people do know that socialism will not work.

Unless of course, you are Jim Carey, Warren Beatty, or you think Venezuela is the place to retire.

Why are they desperate? Let’s not forget that the democratic party was completely destroyed when Obama was president.

During Obama’s eight years in office, the Democrats have lost more House, Senate, state legislative and governors’ seats than under any other president.

When Obama took office, there were 60 Democratic senators; now there are 46. The number of House seats held by Democrats has shrunk from 257 to 188.

There are now nine fewer Democratic governors than in 2009. Democrats currently hold fewer elected offices nationwide than at any time since the 1920s.

Obama didn’t care. And while he was on the campaign for Hillary to take over his job, he kept telling his audience that a vote for Hillary was a vote for his legacy.

We all saw how well that worked.

I don’t know about you, but listening to liberal’s whine and groan about what somebody drunk, or said in high school, is getting boring. To make that the main case for why he shouldn’t be on the Supreme Court, well then, as Jesus would say: Let every Senator who never got drunk in High School, cast the first stone. In fact, let’s get background ‘rape’ allegations checks on all of them.

Why not? If all it takes is an allegation to put a man and his family out of a job, then why not get a bunch of women together, pick the democratic Senator you hate the most, and swear 100 Percent that he ‘molested’ you, when he was drunk. Say there WERE no witnesses.

DEMAND an FBI investigation.

Let’s start with Cory Booker.

Ladies?

I’m SURE that migraine you are having from listening to another liberal complain about the evil of Judge Kavanaugh, will be just what you need to make you want to remember…That night…long ago, when Chuckie Schumer…(Back them, everyone knew him as Chuck pass the Buckeye) saw you on the Jersey Shore and pushed you into his limo while he grabbed and kissed you with the doors locked…and you couldn’t get out.

It’s all starting to come back to me now…it was the summer of ….1969….I remember it was him…
He grabbed my breast…and I was afraid he was….”GOING TO KILL ME AND DUMP MY BODY IN HOFFA’s OLD BUICK!” You know, the one they buried next to Vince Foster?

And I’m 100% SURE that Harvey Weinstein was driving the CAR! Ever since that night, I haven’t been able to get in another limo! In fact, I couldn’t even go to my prom because of the horrible PTSD…I spend my life wanting to JUMP out of moving cars….!

Somebody call Sherlock Holmes and let’s get this whole farce over with.

Are you with me?

https://www.npr.org/2016/03/04/469052020/the-democratic-party-got-crushed-during-the-obama-presidency-heres-why

September 30, 2018 Posted by | corruption, humor | , | Leave a comment

The Great Escape From Feinstein

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I can relate. This is pretty much how I feel EVERY morning after turning on the news.

Why get out of bed?

Thanks to Lulu for giving me a good laugh.

After last week, I think we all need one.

Now, if a dog can act….then you KNOW that the news is full of great actors.

September 29, 2018 Posted by | humor | | Leave a comment

Nobody Has Any RESPICT for Al Sharpton

Nobody Cares—

If I give us all a good laugh today, do you?

After all, we don’t have any comedians left on TV.

Enjoy!

By the way, doesn’t Al Sharpton STILL owe back taxes?

Can you BELEIVE (believe? bewieve? Beneve?) that this man is even on TV?

August 29, 2018 Posted by | humor, Uncategorized | , | Leave a comment

Youtube Hasn’t Censored These Yet: Captain Kirk Meets Nancy Pelosi.

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Somebody on YouTube is having fun making these “Captain Kirk Meets” all of our favorite liberal dim wits.

I just happened to run into this one, which is priceless.

Enjoy!

If you want more, just go to YouTube before they are deleted.

August 4, 2018 Posted by | humor | , | Leave a comment

Laughing Babies: Good Therapy After Watching the WH Press Orgies

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If you do NOT find this video gives you a smile and makes you remember the very joy of life and children and laughter and love…

Then you’re probably related to Bob Mueller, or Hillary Clinton.

I can’t help you.

ENJOY!

 

June 15, 2018 Posted by | humor | | Leave a comment

Nobody’s Gitmo Time: Stage Four

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Hi again.

By now, you are saying (You know who you are— I can COUNT you on one hand and a pinkie): Well, where ARE you Joyanna? You said, just last week: “God willing” that you would be back on Monday. You weren’t. What happened? Wasn’t God Willing?

Did your absence have something to do with the last of the White Rhino’s dying off the planet?” somebody out there might ask.

No. And politically speaking, after hearing about the last omnibus bill, that might not be a bad idea—

No, it had to do with my Nobody’s Gitmo Time.

Let me explain in one sentence: “If you can’t get to Stage four, then it’s Nobody’s Gitmo Time.”

I’ll explain Stage four in a minute. First, we must get through stage one, two, and three.

Basically, I’ve been tortured.

It’s not a pretty thing when you find yourself lying on the floor, and saying to yourself, “Damn. I did it again.” Fall that is. I’ve been falling lately, not because I’m clumsy, no, it’s because I’m usually in stage four sleep and I’m trying to walk.

Do NOT compare me to Hillary. She’s usually awake when she falls. No, this is ‘stage four’ lack of sleep torture.

Not sleeping Joyanna? Big deal. Go take a nap.

I can’t nap. Too much caffeine. You see, I can’t sleep, I can’t nap. The REAL Gitmo would be a vacation to me right now.

Why are you not in bed you might ask? Because, for the last four months of my life, I have been tortured by experts that even the toughest of Gitmo CIA operatives would be jealous of.

And that main CIA operative in my house’s name is: Koko.

My little 17-pound dog was named after the famous gorilla who could use sign language, because at the time she was literally dropped on our doorstep, I had much more important things to do beside name a dog. KOKO the gorilla was on the TV at the time I was changing my mother’s diaper–therefore I shouted, “Let’s name her Koko!” And went back to diaper duty.

But Koko is MUCH smarter than her namesake. She doesn’t even need opposing thumbs. She has a bark that tells me everything she needs. A bark SO LOUD that car alarms go off, TV’s turn on, and ground hogs turn over in their holes when she opens up her little mouth.

She can’t hear her own bark because, you see, she’s 17, and deaf.

She’s also blind.

The vet says: Hey, if a dog can still smell, she’ll be fine!

Fine for the dog. Torture for the owner. As you can guess…my VET is a democrat.

Let me go on to say that Koko has a great heart, but her back hips are giving out. And every night, she wakes up, around 2 or 3 am, and barks SO loud that I literally rise from the bed like Linda Blair in the exorcist.

So far, my husband has not noticed this elevation.

Big deal? Yes, because you see, she sleeps at the end of the bed and I must get up out of my sleep and lift her up, take her to the back-patio door, and gently take her down the two steps outside. Otherwise, there is a big mess on her bed, or on OUR bed, and that means an entire day of laundry.

I’m so tired, I usually don’t bother to put shoes on. Snow? Who cares? Cold? Hey, I’m dead to the world.

So, being that at 3am in the morning I am in stage four sleep, sometimes, I trip going to the door in the dark, and I’m thinking: “I’ve fallen! Do I HAVE to get up?”

Now, let’s review: Stage one is the first 20 minutes of sleep. Then…Stage two. That lasts around an hour, where people usually dream. Stage 3 doesn’t last long and frankly, nobody really remembers it, but Stage FOUR! Oh, that’s the time, around the third to fourth hour, when the brain reboots, the immune system repairs all the damages done doing the day, and gets you ready for the NEXT four hours. And then it all starts over. Every night. Unless you are a turtle, that’s what happens.

Most people go through two stage fours a night. Not me. I never make it to even ONE.

If ONLY I was a dolphin.

If you are awakened in the lovely sleep stage of one or two, then you wake from either a dream of, in my case, pythons or tornadoes, or a lovely dream. I dream of designer homes of the rich and famous where I am the rich and not so famous. I can design the BEST bathtubs in my dreams.

You should see them.

But to be awakened night after night after night after night, after night, after night, after night after….(for three months straight, or has it been six?) when I’ve just gotten into stage four?

Total torture. Putin would tell you. (The Russians have perfected sleep deprivations torture.) Your body, doesn’t want to move. Your arms feel like they are being held down by Michael Moore who is actually grinning: Your legs feel like the great wall of China. They simply refuse to budge.

Hillary Clinton herself could be standing by my bed with an axe and I’d turn over and try to go back to sleep.

And once I get up? I don’t DARE cook breakfast. I can’t get near a stove until at least 4pm.

But…. let’s get back to 3am. I’m just beginning to fall into Stage four sleep, and I hear– BARK! BARK!
I somehow manage to lift her down, stay awake 20 minutes while KoKo does her stuff, sniffs the house, drinks some water, gets stuck behind a corner, where I have to find her and rescue her, and then, I hear the bark: I WANT BACK UP.”

So, I pick her up and put her back in her bed.

It takes her a good five minutes after turning around to find a good spot. I finally get to fall back asleep…BUT…in just two hours…I’ve passed through sleep stage one, two…three…and THEN….

The clock turns to 4am. My husband wakes up. He turns the TV on. The other dog is barking and up. I don’t have to move, but I cannot go into stage four for another 45 minutes until he leaves at five, and I’m FINLLY in stage four, and….

BARK! It’s 6 am! Wake up! BARK BARK BARK!! BARK BARK BARK!!.

Both dogs. Get up! Get up! Feed me! Let’s play! 

This has gone on for four months straight. Add to that the fact that every other night my husband snores loud enough to launch the new Russian missile over Joe Biden’s house, and even the radio in my ear doesn’t drown THAT out, I cannot even get to stage two on those nights.

Try sleeping on a transistor under your back and your ear tangled up in wire. Try making it through the day when you are actually worse than a Zombie in last night’s Living Dead Episode. Try remembering why you are AT the grocery store.

And then, after going through the day half asleep, try writing a coherent blog right before bedtime.

So, you get it.

I have had no REAL sleep in over four months.

And here’s the kicker.

You cannot make up sleep. Nope. Whoever told you that is lying to you. The only thing you can do is take bucket loads of caffeine and make a lot of spelling mistakes. Which I do all the time, AS YOU ALL KNOW, but then again, so does President Trump.

I don’t think it’s just Congress and the democrats that are torturing our President.

I don’t think he gets enough Stage four sleep either.

Now, you might think I’m lying. But I swear, the LAST memory of myself ever having slept a full 8 hours (which is what I really need) and waking up feeling just marvelous, was in the year 2000. Yes, I remember it well. Seventeen years ago, almost to the day.

I was in Naples, Florida at a friend’s house, visiting. And I was….ALONE.

But, I don’t want to be alone. I have a wacko blind and deaf dog whom I cherish, a husband whose snore I’m sure I would miss despite the torture, and a brain that might not ever recover.

Anyway, any sane person, who’d had been sleeping properly, would not post this.

But, at the moment, I am not sane, I’m just…. tortured, and I don’t want to lose what little following of my blog that I have.

So, I just wanted to let you know: I’m thinking of joining the CIA where I too, can learn how to torture.

I have not disappeared.

I’m just…….in Nobody Needs Deep Sleep Gitmo.

Where I am losing sleep— but gaining my sense of humor back.

I guess you really have to suffer in life to enjoy it. That’s all I have to say about it.

Only to add…Nobody’s Perfect. Someday, sleep will come. When I’m dead.

Until that time…I’ll write when I can.

March 22, 2018 Posted by | humor, Life, Uncategorized | , | 2 Comments

Nobody’s Perfect: Fergie

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Okay. Just in case you missed it.

I just watched it, and like many in the audience I couldn’t stop laughing.

Where’s the bed Fergie? Under the net? Did you remember to bring protection?

Was this to show how you REALLY feel about…basketball players?

Or do you really think America is SEXY?

Was this your imitation of Marilyn Monroe’s  Happy Birthday Mr. President?

Or just your attempt at revitalizing your career?

Sorry…do you even HAVE a career?

And how about those notes at the end? Not sure what the men who defended Ft. McHenry would have thought about this…

But, the rest of us thought it was a pip.

Love the dress. Go ahead and sing it again.

All smiles are welcome! At least she didn’t forget the words…

And how that happened this nobody is not exactly sure.

So, Congratulations Fergie. You win the Nobody’s Perfect Award for the week!

Fergie may not be a household name, but after this, she will have top billing on YouTube as one of the few singers to have sung our National Anthem and actually get a good laugh.

 

February 19, 2018 Posted by | humor, Uncategorized | , , | 3 Comments

Nobody Gets Email on a Sunday

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Okay…let’s add…Nobody Gets Email.

Somebody just sent me this and I’m doing my usual busy Sunday chores, so I thought…why not?

It’s not meant to offend…it’s just a clever skit meant to make you laugh.

Enjoy!

(Thanks to Anthony)

February 17, 2018 Posted by | humor | | Leave a comment

Nobody Flashes: Burger the Fascist King

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Here’s your friendly fascism ad wrapped up in a Super Bowl promotion, where the Brazilian owned Burger King, decided to—-well—instead of promoting their food, they are trying to get people to believe that net neutrality is ‘unfair’

What’s unfair, is what it WAS: Controlled by the liberal elites.

Maybe the passing of net neutrality actually caused Twitter, and Google to put more censorship on conservatives. I’m just saying.

Really, this ad is so misleading, and what’s even more insulting is look at how the people are pissed off because they can’t get their whopper.

Fat and sloppy Americans, mad because they can’t get their food. I imagine this goes over well in Brazil.

If Burger King is so concerned with ‘social justice” then let’s see an ad where illegal immigrants get free whoppers, while ‘white’ people have to pay $26. Where blacks only have to pay $5.00.

THAT would be a more accurate picture.

You can bet, that most of the ads on the Super Bowl now, will be promoting some kind of liberal/communist…message.

We go to Burger King once in a great while. But really.

It’s always empty.

When government and corporations are joined at the hip…what’s that called?

I’ll give you a hint: There’s nothing “neutral” about it.

 

 

 

January 26, 2018 Posted by | humor, Uncategorized | , | 1 Comment

Nobody Flashes George Carlin

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With the government ‘shutdown’ going on today, we could all use a laugh, don’t you think?

This routine gets better EVERY year.

Enjoy! Once again, the genius of George Carlin.

January 19, 2018 Posted by | global warming, humor | , , | Leave a comment

Who Would You Trust? The Reporter on CNN or Your Local Psychic?

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Well, it’s official: Full moon. lst day of 2018. Get your charts out. Your Ouija board. Your internet “What your toes tell about you.” forecast.

My toes are perfectly straight. My husbands toes, well the middle toe is the longest which means…he’s an alien. Don’t believe those internet toe charts.

Trump is STILL President. That’s the good start. The bad start is a lot of people won’t be able to start their cars tomorrow due to global warming of the coldest weather we’ve seen in ages.

It’s the beginning of the year and everybody wants to ‘predict’ what’s going to happen, because it fills up ENDLESS hours of cable time, where nobody has to talk about anything real.

Last night I was switching from Dick Clark’s New Year’s Eve celebration to the FOX channel, and if you didn’t see the psychic lady they had on FOX…giving out her predictions of 2018 to the viewers, well, you have never seen a traffic accident walking…. I was mesmerized.

Her eyeshadow ALONE made Mariah Carie’s dress look like an understatement. Both eyes were a cascade of glittery, pasted on colors so heavy, she had trouble looking through her eyelashes to even read her predictions. Each eyelid looked like it weighed at least 40 pounds.

It was funny. Her papers were flying out of her hand in the wind, and she couldn’t see the paper in front of her face because her eyes were filled with green glitter.

Not to mention, her outfit was Halloween, Easter, Christmas, and the tooth fairy all rolled into one blond burst of color. And her HAIR. It was so out of this world, I refuse to think about it. It was a mixture of goat cheese, jelly, and macaroni sweet tarts.

And WE were supposed to take her seriously.

Really.

She started on her predictions for next year, and it was…of course…all about how President Trump was going down. Sounded like to hell, or maybe Macy’s basement. I don’t know, she acted like he was due to fail in every way you can imagine, and the commentator had to act like this lady was for real.

After I finally got into bed after 2pm, there was another lady psychic on Coast to Coast am radio station. (My husband snores…so, radio beats earplugs.)

She was all doom and gloom about Trump.

Here’s the deal: You could laugh and just shrug off these idiots as desperate entertainment to boost ratings, but neither lady could get OFF the subject of Trump. No predictions of the weather, North Korea, Oprah, Niagara Falls boiling over, nothing. Or even football…Just Trump.

As if there was nothing else in the world that existed but the President.

You don’t have to be a genius to realize that the global elite is not taking any chances. I think we are going to see a butt-load of these psychics next year.

If the regular fake news is not going to be believed, because the regular pundits predict President Trumps downfall every other second, (And they have failed.) then PLAN B:

Put as many psychics as we can on the News.

Because people believe psychics. They know the media is lying to them, but why would a psychic lie?

NEVER!!

The irony is beyond comprehension.

Yes, years of Vampire movies, supernatural monsters, and government controlling people through polls, which are just basically just paper psychics—have taken a toll on the American culture.

This bombardment of superstitions, are being used by the elites to wear your opinion of President Trump down. They are meant to make you give up: President Trump is doomed. The great Houdini Magnificent says so!

Get that in your heads, you nasty deplorable!

The elites are paying big money to THOUSANDS of people, who are paid to come up with effective ways to manipulate the masses. And that’s a little secret that nobody knows. Putting psychics on really helps.

There is little difference between a CNN reporter, the latest ‘poll’ or a psychic.

Anyway, I searched for a picture of this women, but I can’t find one. I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who thought she was funny.

I bet there are hundreds like me are searching for her right this minute. Something tells me, we will see her again.

 

I just hope this time, she keeps her eyelashes on. If they fall off, she will look just like any other reporter.

And that would defeat the purpose.

And FOX, just in case your reading this: Put on a few more transvestite psychics on would you?

You can’t claim to be Fair and balanced if you don’t.    

January 1, 2018 Posted by | Deep State, humor, Uncategorized | , | 1 Comment

Nobody Flashes the REAL Criminal….And Cool Song

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This is SUCH a catchy song, I just had to play it again.

Enjoy!

December 8, 2017 Posted by | Hillary, humor | | 2 Comments

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