Introducing the Glen Campbell “Mood-o-meter”

On occasion, I’m going to start showing what mood I’m in using the Glen Campbell photo that most closely tells that day’s story.

Some days I’ll be in a good mood:

Some days not good, not bad, just indifferent:

And then there will be the days, like today, when I’m taking my son’s preschool class on a field trip to a museum. I’m doing pretty well now, but I just know by the end of the day I’ll need the appropriate Glen Campbell “Mood-o-meter” photo. This one pretty much tells the story:

And on those “Red alert” days when all is lost, the needle on the meter pushes the outer limits, leaving Glen behind and reaching the realm of… you guessed it… Nick Nolte:

Lord willing, that’s a level the meter will never reach, but who knows… the day ain’t over yet.

Hitler's final daze

Adolph Hitler’s former nurse, now 93 and still living in Germany, has some fascinating insights into the last days of the Third Reich.

Toward the end, Hitler “had a lot of gray hair and gave the impression of a man at least 15 to 20 years older… He shook a great deal, walking was difficult for him”, according to Erna Flegel. Good. I’d hate to think he was happy.

Flegel describes a man who was losing his mind, which is amazing, since he’d already lost it years earlier.

After Hitler shot himself, his body was burned, and I imagine the rest of him went to a place where something similar happened to his spirit.

In a related story, an 86-year-old New York City man will be deported from the U.S. for his part in WWII war crimes by the SS. If he’s in failing health, he should move back to Germany. I know a nurse who’s done work on Nazis.

Hitler’s final daze

Adolph Hitler’s former nurse, now 93 and still living in Germany, has some fascinating insights into the last days of the Third Reich.

Toward the end, Hitler “had a lot of gray hair and gave the impression of a man at least 15 to 20 years older… He shook a great deal, walking was difficult for him”, according to Erna Flegel. Good. I’d hate to think he was happy.

Flegel describes a man who was losing his mind, which is amazing, since he’d already lost it years earlier.

After Hitler shot himself, his body was burned, and I imagine the rest of him went to a place where something similar happened to his spirit.

In a related story, an 86-year-old New York City man will be deported from the U.S. for his part in WWII war crimes by the SS. If he’s in failing health, he should move back to Germany. I know a nurse who’s done work on Nazis.

The Monday column: Ted Kennedy celebrates Mardi Ghraib

A few weeks ago, I promised myself I wouldn’t write about Ted Kennedy again. I lied to myself…twice.

This week’s WorldNetDaily column focuses on Ted Kennedy’s joy at the 1-year-anniversary of the Abu Ghraib prison scandal. I created a special holiday just for Ted, combining the misery of Abu Ghraib with the glee of Mardi Gras, it’s called “Mardi Ghraib”. The new holiday is celebrated by those who want to focus on what miserable rights violators our people in Iraq are, and yet party because the same thing helps them make Bush look bad.

Get out your beads for Mardi Ghraib. Just don’t put them around Ted’s neck, because he might show us… Oh man, I don’t even want to think about it. Suffice to say, you don’t want to see this up close.

You too can create your own "Slick Willy"… and I'm not talking about Bill Clinton

There’s a plaster kit available called “Clone-a-Willy” that will allow men to make a cast of their pride-and-joy for the opportunity to have a sex toy designed from the cast.

Men, just make sure you’re “qualified” to compete in this arena with the biggies, so to speak, before presenting your better half with this gift. If she opened the present and said “Why did you get me a swizzle stick?” Your self esteem may take a hit from which it will never recover.

You too can create your own “Slick Willy”… and I’m not talking about Bill Clinton

There’s a plaster kit available called “Clone-a-Willy” that will allow men to make a cast of their pride-and-joy for the opportunity to have a sex toy designed from the cast.

Men, just make sure you’re “qualified” to compete in this arena with the biggies, so to speak, before presenting your better half with this gift. If she opened the present and said “Why did you get me a swizzle stick?” Your self esteem may take a hit from which it will never recover.

Do what "The Boss" says? I hope not

Bruce Springsteen is in the midst of an accoustic tour of the United States. The music might not be as loud, but the politics sure are. During a show in Arizona, Springsteen, between songs, called for a “humane immigration policy” (such as smoothing out the sharp edges on the barbed wire?) and responded with “that’s right” to somebody in the audience who yelled “f*#k Bush!”

Have you ever actually listened to a Springsteen interview? The man’s neurons misfire like a lawnmower that’s been neglected a tune up for decades. If this guy couldn’t write and play music, he’d be… well, probably in the audience yelling “f*#k Bush” to some other airheadded musician up onstage.

Springsteen was, of course, part of the Rock Against Bush campaign. “The Boss” and the rest, arrived at the concert cities in private jets, stayed in five-star hotel suites, and rode in limousines and took a stage unimpeded to say whatever they pleased– all in an effort to demonstrate the sheer oppression of the Bush administration. Funny, if you think about it.

Do what “The Boss” says? I hope not

Bruce Springsteen is in the midst of an accoustic tour of the United States. The music might not be as loud, but the politics sure are. During a show in Arizona, Springsteen, between songs, called for a “humane immigration policy” (such as smoothing out the sharp edges on the barbed wire?) and responded with “that’s right” to somebody in the audience who yelled “f*#k Bush!”

Have you ever actually listened to a Springsteen interview? The man’s neurons misfire like a lawnmower that’s been neglected a tune up for decades. If this guy couldn’t write and play music, he’d be… well, probably in the audience yelling “f*#k Bush” to some other airheadded musician up onstage.

Springsteen was, of course, part of the Rock Against Bush campaign. “The Boss” and the rest, arrived at the concert cities in private jets, stayed in five-star hotel suites, and rode in limousines and took a stage unimpeded to say whatever they pleased– all in an effort to demonstrate the sheer oppression of the Bush administration. Funny, if you think about it.