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Van - stop putting normal pictures up & post something that we can make fun of!!!

Clowns can be at genius level when they practice their art. They work very hard perfecting routines and skits and often are very talented. Obama is not a genius at anything except manipulating synchophants and suckups and responding to tugs on the special interest strings attached to his every limb and appendage.

"Don't be discouraged that we have to acknowledge (sic) potentially (sic) we've (sic) made some mistakes. That's how we learn," Obama said.

(On the Apology Tour)

You don't even know where to begin with this.
What an idiot.

Is that the Barack Stand Up routine?

No wait, that's how he appears every damn day he's in office.

That was W, lib smasher (my favorite: "I know the human being and fish can coexist peacefully."

He certianly isnt no RONALD McDONALD

Hopey don't play that.

Those of us upper classmen at Clown College are going to sue, SUE! I tell you.

How dare they let an amatuer wear the red nose and shoes?

Oh wait... you say he's getting paid to do his act? My bad. Never mind....

Obamaclown... any Bruce Jacobs fans in da house??

It's funny, I was just watching last week's episode of 'Reaper,' and two friends who are planning a coworker's bachelor party are debating over whether to hire strippers or clowns for the party.
Finally, they simultaneously have a great idea:
STRIPPER CLOWNS!

That was W, lib smasher (my favorite: "I know the human being and fish can coexist peacefully."

Posted by: Brandon at May 11, 2009 11:24 AM

You left out the end of that quote... "I know the human being and fish can coexist peacefully in the 50 states that make up our country. Not 57, not 60. 50. Five-oh. None of which, by the way, was where the automobile was invented or where Hoover made his famous television broadcast in 1929 that never happened."

There, fixed it for ya.

Pennywise, from "It"?

Barack the Magic Roaster

Our president is such a card! He had them rolling in the aisles at the White House Correspondents’ Dinner Saturday night. He ripped everyone from Rahm Emanuel to Hillary Clinton to Dick Cheney to Joe Biden to himself with jokes supplied by his most avid constituency, Hollywood, delivered to an audience comprised primarily of his “journalist” lapdogs.

It doesn’t get any better than that for a jokemeister.

Immanuel Kant defined laughter as “an effect that arises if a tense expectation is transformed into nothing.” Judging by the belly laughs evoked by the professional jokes Obama told with panache, any tension in the Washington Hilton ballroom dissipated into nothingness as soon as he told his first yuk.

The nature of jokes can say a great deal about the tellers and about the hearers.

Of course, this was an affair usually characterized by zingers from all sides of the political spectrum but this also was the Obama Show and how he zinged his subjects revealed a lot about him and about what’s on his mind these days.

Being able to pick and choose from all the best comic material Hollywood writers had to offer, he no doubt passed on some amusing anecdotes that were lamers and probably some that were politically over the top, even for the Left Coast crew. Off limits, for example, would be any innuendos that Helen Thomas and Hillary Clinton were closet lesbians as well as any comic references to Michelle’s overbite.

One of the better admissible digs took aim at Obama’s Chief of Staff and his background in the rough and tumble life of Chicago politics: “This [Mother’s Day Eve] is a tough holiday for Rahm. He’s not used to saying the word ‘day’ after ‘mother.’ “ Rahm’s mom would have been so proud with the suggestion that her son customarily followed the word ”mother” with “f****r.”

He quipped on the new closeness he now had with his primary opponent Hillary by saying, “The minute she got back from [swine flu-infested] Mexico, she pulled me into a hug and said I should go down there myself.” That crack probably wasn’t too far from the truth. However, the rumors that Hill still sticks pins into her Obama voodoo doll are absolutely unsubstantiated.

Playing on his messianic, god-like aura in some quarters, he delivered this ostensibly self-deprecating line, “My next 100 days will be so successful, I will complete them in 72 days. And on the 73rd day, I will rest,” after “building a library dedicated to my first 100 days.”

Actually, word is that his 100-day library is all but completed and that he has vowed to complete the next 100 by Thursday, providing his teleprompter agrees.

(Quotes but not the editorial comments were taken from http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/05/09/AR2009050902802_pf.html.)

Obama’s recognized his media buddies in this deferential genuflection posed as a jibe: ”Most of you covered me; all of you voted for me. Apologies to the Fox table.”

That particular reference was less a joke than it was Obama’s expression of appreciation for the mass media idolatry and his gut antipathy toward the only network that sees him for what he is, reports what he says and does, and lets its viewers make a final determination of what it all means.

So, was Saturday night’s Correspondents’ Dinner all in good fun? Maybe in Obama’s mind, aware as he was of his appreciative audience who were virtually hysterical with laughter. Nothing less was expected from the White Press Corps and the invited non-correspondents.

The audience was overflowing with Tinseltown’s elites such as Glenn Close, Robert De Niro, Jennifer Garner, Ben Affleck, Natalie Portman, Stevie Wonder, Sting, John Cusack, Demi Moore, Alicia Keys, Eva Longoria Parker, Forest Whitaker, “Ludacris,” George Lucas, and Steven Spielberg.

All are said to be close observers of the political scene, even if their journalistic credentials are a tad incomplete. All would probably opt for a revified Leon Trotsky over any Republican should Leon ever be declared an American by birth.

Actors Gary Sinise, Sly Stallone, Kurt Russell, Clint Eastwood, Dennis Hopper, James Woods, Stephen Baldwin, and Jim Caviezal were conspicuous by their absence. Apparently they weren’t invited.

Hey, we all have missed out on invites, no? But have we missed out on an invite to a major dinner/roast in which a speaker has hilariously advocated for someone’s death and used the 9/11 attacks as a prop for humor?

President Obama was tickled pinkish by the witticisms of Wanda Sykes, a “quickwitted” nonentity and fellow black comic. He all but fell out of his chair guffawing at Sykes’ riotously funny routine in which she said Rush Limbaugh was the 20th highjacker on September 11th, 2001 and was guilty of treason for not being an Obama camp follower.

What really brought the house down was her hope that Limbaugh should die of kidney failure. . . .

(Read the rest at http://genelalor.com)

Not witticism by Wanda Dykes (yes, she loves the tuna taco) but shitticism. Why aren't libs funny, except for being funny,..... looking?

Some Find It Rough in California

As if budget cuts, possible state bankruptcy by July, teacher layoffs, pay cuts of 10%, now comes what may be the most unkindest cut of all, a move back to two-ply from four-ply toilet tissue in the Riverside County section of the once-great State of California.

It’s sad but true. It must be true since the story was reported by the Old Gray Lady, the imminently-defunct New York Times: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/08/us/08toilet.html?_r=1.

Last year, the county laid out $270,000 just for that lavatory essential and finally decided, No mas! That third of a penny extra per sheet for the four-ply extravagance for the hundred or so execs out of the 18,500 county employees must now cope with the rough life endured by the other 18,400 county workers.

In a statement explaining why the Elite 100 had unilaterally upgraded from two to four-ply, county spokesman Tom Freeman said, “There was a texture test, and then the Facilities Management Department decided that Angel Soft would be utilized for elected officials and their guests. The remainder of the county facilities would be using two-ply.”

It’s unreported whether Freeman smirked when he made his statement.

You got a problem with that? After all, all civil servants are created equal but surely some are more equal than others when it comes to “texture tests” conducted by the Facilities Management Department.

The focus on the nether regions is not unprecedented for Californians. A few years back, environmental zealots, songstress Sheryl Crow and buddy Laurie David, had a terrific solution for the blight of global warming and it too centered on toilet paper.

In what I referred to in my book as “The One Square Rule” to save the planet, a variation on the “Two Ply Rule” to save Riverside County, Crow and David devised our salvation.

An excerpt from pages 31-32 of An Immodest Proposal for Ending and Winning the War on Terror:

“A little comic relief is always welcome, especially amid all the global warming gloom. To the rescue, armed with the most ridiculous suggestion yet for saving Planet Earth, comes Laurie Lennard David. Former talent scout, estranged wife of Seinfeld’s Larry David, jet setter, owner of sprawling estates on both coasts, producer of Gore’s documentary, global warming activist, and Savior of the Planet, she proposed a brilliant scheme. Teaming with a fellow unheralded enviro-expert, pop singer Sheryl Crow, they recently unveiled their well thought out plan to slow down the warming of the globe. Their proposal: a limitation of one square of toilet paper each time we have to skip to the loo.

(http://www.huffingtonpost.com/sheryl-crow/laurie-and-sheryl-go-tos_b_46320.html)

Seriously, folks, you cannot make this stuff up.

Neither Laurie nor Sheryl said whether they endorsed a Corps of Potty Police to insure adherence to the One Square Rule. There is no need anyway. When that which could not be cleaned up by one square of Charmin hit the fan, Ms. Crow had to eat some of her namesake bird. Following widespread mockery, she passed it off as a joke.

Her joke was forthwith forgiven, unlike Don Imus’ ‘nappy-headed ho’s’ witticism.

Sheryl is in the same league as Babs Streisand, an empty-head warbler . . .”

(http://genelalor.com)

Louisiana motorist detained for a "Don't Tread on Me" bumper sticker.

http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/news/2245899/posts

http://www.rightpundits.com/?p=3878

I HATE CLOWNS!!

Rape isn't a laughing matter; unless you're raping a clown!