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Spreadin' the wealth

Well, it's time again for our favorite Marxist, re-distributionist holiday -- Halloween.  This year, I'm doing something topical.

To start with, I'm dressing up as Henry Paulson

Instead of candy, I'm going to be passing out little slips of paper that read:  "Credit Default Swap for One Piece of Candy".  Then, I've made a sign that reads  "Bailout Candy" with an arrow pointing to my neighbors house. I love this whole recession thing...

But you know what's really depressing?  I was originally thinking about dressing up as one of our presidential candidates.  I could only believably pass myself off as one of them.

And that, my friends, is deeply disheartening.

Bassets for Obama!

BRILLIANT!

I just spent the past four days dog-sitting another basset hound, and then I stumbled across this:

I'll have to see if I can get Sammy and Maddy to do a sequel...

Ah, hon, ya got Arby's all over me

In defense of present participles everywhere, I'm going to start calling Sarah Palin, "Sarah Paling".  Why does this woman drop the 'g' from every -ing word?  Why? 

Uhhh.  I guess we have Minnesota to blame:

The next town over from Wasilla, Palmer, has a large settlement of Minnesotans—who were moved there by a government relief program in the 1930s—and features of the Minnesotan dialect are thus prominent in the Mat-Su Valley area. Hence the Fargo-like elements in Palin's speech, in particular the sound of her "O" vowel.

Well, all those dropped 'g's have to go some where, so let's stick them back on to her name.  Paling.  Verb.  As in, "John McCain's chances for becoming president are pal-ing."  

Speaking of...  what's your Sarah Paling baby name?  I'm Skunk Grunt Paling.

And have you checked out Sarah Paling's Facebook page?

And, is there a better Paling to run?...

And, what's this about then?  Johnny Rotten is hawking BUTTER these days.  Huh? 

God Save the Creee-am!

Or, as Neil Young would have it:

The king is gone but he's not forgotten
This is the story of a johnny rotten
It's butter to burn toast than it is to crust
The king is gone but he's not forgotten.

Hey hey, my my

Land O' Lakes can never die...