Before I get started with my already written opening, I have pulled this issue back from the publishers in order to address a sad situation.

A dear family member has been lost.  Ginny wrote to Lethal and I today to say that her and Paul have lost their beloved Bear.  She said that he had just celebrated his 15th birthday in October.  Those of you who know Ginny or Paul have seen pictures of their beautiful family member, but for the rest
of you, here’s a few pictures that I could find.

Ginny runs a trivia site in her off time and Bear has been featured several times in the email that goes out to remind you to play.  In fact, all of these pictures came from those emails.  I wish I had more of them saved,  but I’m sure you get more than the idea from the ones that I could find.

Bear is a beautiful, highly intelligent dog, but what would you really expect from parents like Ginny and Paul.

Ginny has said that her and Paul won’t be on line for a while and for all of us to hold our emails to them.  We are going to respect that wish and not write back, even as much as we truly want to let them both know that as their hearts break, ours are right there with them and to let them know that they are loved and thought of and are in our thoughts and prayers.

But, they know that.

I don’t have a doubt that they absolutely know that we love them and care for them.

So, I ask you, please.  Please refrain from calling or email or texting them during their time of grief.  What I would like all of you to do is to go to the bottom of this post and click the comment button and leave a comment for Ginny and Paul so when they are ready to come back on line, all of those well wishes and outpouring of love from their Dragon and Leprechaun Laffs family will be right there waiting for them and they will bask in the glow of our friendship and love.

This is a picture of Bear’s 15th birthday party.  He’s the third one from the left.  Ginny says that this is what he wanted, all of his friends over for a pizza party, so that is what he got.

Anyway, in closing, Lethal knew of this great poem and sent it to me to include here.  You may have seen it before.

Ginny and Paul and Bear, you are in our hearts and prayers.  

Now, we need to get back to the issue…

On Tuesday, Donald Trump won the election to become the first non-political person to do so.  (Depending on your thoughts on previous presidents, he might not be the FIRST, but he’s been the first in a long time).

Now, my country is going crazy.  I won’t dignify the idiots by putting pictures up here, but I’m sure you’ve all seen them on TV.  Signs saying, “Not my president” and “Where’s my vote” over top of the heads of crowds.  And many of them that say “Love Trumps Hate” which, although very catchy, doesn’t really say whether they are for or against Mr. Trump.

Or should I say, President-Elect Trump.  Because, that’s what he is.  He has been elected as our next president.  We aren’t campaigning any more.  It’s done.  Over with. 

My dear liberal friends, and I know there are at least a couple of you out there who are upset because Mrs. Clinton didn’t win, let me ask you a couple of questions:

Doesn’t it feel good to not have to make insane excuses, either out loud or to yourself for the Clinton lies?

Doesn’t it bring at least a small sense of relief that our country won’t have to shoulder the burden of all of those Clinton Fund deals that she made with other countries, now expecting the favors their donations were paying for?

Doesn’t it ease your conscious, just a little, that your mantra of: “She wasn’t convicted of ANY of those charges!” no longer has to be your last defense in any political argument?

Whether she had the FBI cowed enough to not file charges for the thousands of of charges of email security breeches or the fact that you don’t have to worry about her being put in jail after being elected as the president of the most powerful nation on earth, don’t you feel a bit more comfortable that you don’t have to try to invent excuses for that, now?

The last difficult choice is going to be Obama’s.  If the Justice Department does decide to charge her with multiple counts of treason, or OPSEC or COMSEC violations will he pardon her and then have to go and pardon the possible hundreds of men and women who are in jail for the exact same thing, but to a much lesser degree.  How could he pardon her and not the poor sailor who happened to take a picture in the wrong part of the submarine that got something in the background accidently.  Accidently!  And hers were all done purposefully and with knowledge of wrong doing.  Or the Generals who were forced to resign over one count of the exact same thing.  Aren’t you glad that is his decision?

Okay, so tongue in cheek questions aside, you people who are sobbing and crying and gnashing your teeth need to grow the hell up.  Can  you possibly imagine the backlash if it were the other way and it was the republicans who were doing all the rioting?

It’s crazy.

It’s time to heal our country.  It’s time for all of us to pull together and make this work.  It’s time to pull up our big girl panties and get to work.

I’m done.

At least for now.

I’m sure by the time I get to the end of this that I’ll at least bring it up one more time.

So, it’s time for laughter to help heal our country.  So …

One of the most amazing things about this video is that with just a few pencil strokes at the very beginning of the video, you can already see Bill’s face pop out inside of Abe’s.

This guy has so much talent, that it almost looks like a photograph when he’s done.

Now, the talent for this piece of “art work” comes from a completely different place.  The only thing I can think of is that it must be REALLY friggin’ cold where they are.

This is an incredible video.  What a difference a country makes.  One car is made in Mexico and one car is made in America.  Which one would you rather be in during a crash?  Watch the difference, here:

My grandpa before he died in a horrible swinging door accident.

Cinderella was now 75 years old. After a fulfilling life with the now passed-away Prince, she happily sat upon her rocking chair, watching the world go by from her front porch, with a cat called Alan for companionship. One sunny afternoon, out of nowhere, appeared the Fairy Godmother. Cinderella said: “Fairy Godmother, what are you doing here after all these years

The Fairy Godmother replied: “Well, Cinderella, as you have lived a good, wholesome life since we last met, I have decided to grant you three wishes. Is there anything for which your heart still yearns?”

Cinderella was overjoyed, and after some thoughtful consideration, almost under her breath, she uttered her first wish: “I wish I was wealthy beyond comprehension.”
Instantly, her rocking chair was turned into solid gold. Cinderella was stunned. Alan, her old faithful cat, jumped off her lap and scampered to the edge of the porch, quivering with fear.

Cinderella said: “Oh thank you, Fairy Godmother!”

The Fairy Godmother replied: “It’s the least I can do. What does your heart desire for your second wish?”

Cinderella looked down at her frail body and said: “I wish I were young and full of the beauty of youth again.”

At once, her wish became reality, and her beautiful youthful visage returned. Cinderella felt stirrings inside her that had been dormant for years. And long forgotten vigor and vitality began to course through her very soul.

Then the Fairy Godmother again spoke: “You have one more wish, what will you have?”

Cinderella looked over to the frightened cat in the corner and said: “I wish you to transform Alan my old cat into a beautiful and handsome young man.”

Magically, Alan suddenly underwent a fundamental change in his biological make-up, that, when complete, he stood before her a boy so beautiful – the likes of which neither she nor the world had ever seen – so fair indeed that birds began to fall from the sky at his feet.

The Fairy Godmother again spoke, “Congratulations, Cinderella.  Enjoy your new life!” And, with a blazing shock of bright blue electricity, she was gone.

For a few eerie moments, Alan and Cinderella looked into each other’s eyes.  Cinderella sat, breathless, gazing at the most stunningly perfect boy she had ever seen.

Then Alan walked over to Cinderella, who sat transfixed in her rocking chair, and held her close in his strong, youthful arms.  He leaned in close to her ear, whispered, blowing her golden hair with his warm breathing, “I bet you regret having me neutered now, don’t you?”

I think our security is the best in the business and they’ve actually won awards.  Did you know that there is an actual  security Olympics every year?  Neither did I!  Well, this is Heather, and she is the first place winner of the long  sword competition this year.  We are all so very proud of her.

You know, he’s right.  It is a touching story.  A story of young married life.  But, for us older guys who’ve been married for a while we know now that it’s, “Honey Bear, I’m going to the bar.  I won’t be long.”
And her reply, “What the fuck ever…”

It was that nasty divorce with Bert, the Chimney Sweep, and all the chimney’s he was sweeping that Mary found out about.

That is just wrong in so many ways!

Nicely said!

Damn!  I hate it when that happens!!!

In closing, I want to offer you this essay that was sent to me by my Dad.  I don’t know who wrote it, although I wish I did. I’ll not offer opinion on it other than to say that you will read it and find in it your own truth of lies.  For me…it answers exactly how I feel.

50 Million+ Deplorables

This wasn’t an election. It was a revolution.

It’s midnight in America. The day before, fifty million Americans got up and stood in front of the great iron wheel that had been grinding them down. They stood there even though the media told them it was useless. They took their stand even while all the chattering classes laughed and taunted them.

They were fathers who couldn’t feed their families anymore. They were mothers who couldn’t afford health care. They were workers whose jobs had been sold off to foreign countries. They were sons who didn’t see a future for themselves. They were daughters afraid of being murdered by the “unaccompanied minors” flooding into their towns. They took a deep breath and they stood.

They held up their hands and the great iron wheel stopped.

The Great Blue Wall crumbled. The impossible states fell one by one. Ohio. Wisconsin. Pennsylvania. Iowa. The white working class that had been overlooked and trampled on for so long got to its feet. It rose up against its oppressors and the rest of the nation, from coast to coast, rose up with it.

They fought back against their jobs being shipped overseas while their towns filled with migrants that got everything while they got nothing. They fought back against a system in which they could go to jail for a trifle while the elites could violate the law and still stroll through a presidential election. They fought back against being told that they had to watch what they say. They fought back against being held in contempt because they wanted to work for a living and take care of their families.

They fought and they won.

This wasn’t a vote. It was an uprising. Like the ordinary men chipping away at the Berlin Wall, they tore down an unnatural thing that had towered over them. And as they watched it fall, they marveled at how weak and fragile it had always been. And how much stronger they were than they had ever known.

Who were these people? They were leftovers and flyover country. They didn’t have bachelor degrees and had never set foot in a Starbucks. They were the white working class. They didn’t talk right or think right. They had the wrong ideas, the wrong clothes and the ridiculous idea that they still mattered.

They were wrong about everything. Illegal immigration? Everyone knew it was here to stay. Black Lives Matter? The new civil rights movement. Manufacturing? As dead as the dodo. Banning Muslims? What kind of bigot even thinks that way? Love wins. Marriage loses. The future belongs to the urban metrosexual and his dot com, not the guy who used to have a good job before it went to China or Mexico.

They couldn’t change anything. A thousand politicians and pundits had talked of getting them to adapt to the inevitable future. Instead they got in their pickup trucks and drove out to vote.

And they changed everything.

Barack Hussein Obama boasted that he had changed America. A billion regulations, a million immigrants, a hundred thousand lies and it was no longer your America. It was his.

He was JFK and FDR rolled into one. He told us that his version of history was right and inevitable.

And they voted and left him in the dust. They walked past him and they didn’t listen. He had come to campaign to where they still cling to their guns and their bibles. He came to plead for his legacy.

And America said, “No.”

Fifty millions Americans repudiated him. They repudiated the Obamas and the Clintons. They ignored the celebrities. They paid no attention to the media. They voted because they believed in the impossible. And their dedication made the impossible happen.

Americans were told that walls couldn’t be built and factories couldn’t be opened. That treaties couldn’t be unsigned and wars couldn’t be won. It was impossible to ban Muslim terrorists from coming to America or to deport the illegal aliens turning towns and cities into gangland territories.

It was all impossible. And fifty million Americans did the impossible. They turned the world upside down.

It’s midnight in America. CNN is weeping. MSNBC is wailing. ABC calls it a tantrum. NBC damns it. It wasn’t supposed to happen. The same machine that crushed the American people for two straight terms, the mass of government, corporations and non-profits that ran the country, was set to win.

Instead the people stood in front of the machine. They blocked it with their bodies. They went to vote even though the polls told them it was useless. They mailed in their absentee ballots even while Hillary Clinton was planning her fireworks victory celebration. They looked at the empty factories and barren farms. They drove through the early cold. They waited in line. They came home to their children to tell them that they had done their best for their future. They bet on America. And they won.

They won improbably. And they won amazingly.

They were tired of ObamaCare. They were tired of unemployment. They were tired of being lied to. They were tired of watching their sons come back in coffins to protect some Muslim country. They were tired of being called racists and homophobes. They were tired of seeing their America disappear.

And they stood up and fought back. This was their last hope. Their last chance to be heard.

Watch all the left’s video stunts. See ten ways John Oliver destroyed Donald Trump. Here’s three ways Samantha Bee broke the internet by taunting Trump supporters. These three minutes of Stephen Colbert talking about how stupid Trump is owns the internet. Watch Madonna curse out Trump supporters. Watch Katy Perry. Watch Miley Cyrus. Watch Robert Downey Jr. Watch Beyonce campaign with Hillary. Watch. Click away!

Watch fifty million Americans take back their country.

The media had the election wrong all along. This wasn’t about personalities. It was about the impersonal. It was about fifty million people whose names no one except a server will ever know fighting back. It was about the homeless woman guarding Trump’s star. It was about the lost Democrats searching for someone to represent them in Ohio and Pennsylvania. It was about the union men who nodded along when the organizers told them how to vote, but who refused to sell out their futures.

No one will ever interview all those men and women. We will never see all their faces. But they are us and we are them. They came to the aid of a nation in peril. They did what real Americans have always done. They did the impossible.

America is a nation of impossibilities. We exist because our forefathers did not take no for an answer. Not from kings or tyrants. Not from the elites who told them that it couldn’t be done.

The day when we stop being able to pull off the impossible is the day that America will cease to exist.

Today is not that day. Today fifty million Americans did the impossible.

Midnight has passed. A new day has come. And everything is about to change.