Dragon Laughs Christmas Issue


As you arrive at DL/LL Digital Media HQ you’re greeted by the normal orderly hustle and bustle associated with arriving anytime there is a prolonged celebration of a holiday with the Party Mountain accommodating overnight or longer guests. Things do perhaps have a bit more of a festive air about them this being Christmas and all.

CyberLethals are attired to appear as Irish Nutcrackers, iLethals zip about to and fro looking like candy canes on wheels. Even the staff are all dressed up as Santa’s elves, its either that of Lethal has somehow managed to con Santa out of two dozen elves on his busiest day of the year. Lethal seems to be attired in his normal manner abet he is sporting

Mistletoe in his top hat hat band and a holly and balsam buttoner. Even his ever present shillelagh is wrapped with grren and gold tinsel garland. Still he seems to glance about at the balmy weather and grimace often.

Your ushered in side and practically herded up to the Conference room level where the sights sounds and smells of Christmas overwhelm you the moment the elevator doors open. The scents from balsam, fir, hot fresh sugar cookies, still warm ginger bread, peppermint in the form of candy canes thicker around than your thumb all compete for your attention along with the most fantastic 2 other scents. Lethal has opened his hoard of Brown Gold for the occasion and the scent of this caffeinated nectar of Leprechauns (well one leprechaun anyway) competes with another mouth watering scent, his famous Adults Only Holiday Hot Chocolate.

It’s rumored that the recipe is so closely guarded that even the Head Chef doesn’t have it in it’s entirety. Legend has it that it contains 2 kinds of chocolate, three different liqueurs and is (as described by Diaman) almost a sexual experience in the partaking of. In fact both Diaman and Ginny have practically mowed down anyone between them and the cups of hot chocolate and are now involved in a near symphony of provocative moaning and quivering in between very large sips.

Once the mill about has died down and you’ve all found your consumables of choice and seats Lethal begins:

“I’m going to make this very fast because we’ve grave concerns over the server handling todays issue maintaining containment and not suffering a melt down the issue is so overly full.

If your staying for the holiday with us on the mountain- welcome. Check out is by noon sharp Monday or you’re automatically impressed into the clean up Christmas/ set up New Years press gang.

If you are a Patron member, you’re reservations are automatically good from last night through January 2nd. Anyone, including Patrons, without prior arrangements found here after noon on January 2nd will be pressed in the cleaning crew for the duration.

Those of you planning on joining the group of us attending midnight mass at St. Peter’s Basilica at the Vatican in Rome please assemble in appropriate attire and entirely sober in the court yard not later than 4:45 PM local time to make the portal jump to the Vatican.”

Some rumbling and an alarm can be faintly heard someplace deep inside the HQ building. Lethal hurriedly concludes:

“That’s all for the announcements lets get started with the issue before something truly unfortunate happens with that server shall we?

HO! HO! HO! and away we go!”



First things first, the proprieties of the season must be observed after all.


Ok now that I’ve wished you all a proper Gaelic Merry Christmas and before we get on with the festivities, ‘tis an important matter of some weight we need to address (that weight in point of fact being estimated at several tons).

So with out further preamble since we’ve another full to bursting issue (and so as not to lose his attention span as well) let me just say…




Another year older and (we hope) wiser but not sadder. Best wishes to you my Best Bud and I really have to say you’ve nailed that Humpty Dumpty look you were shooting for!


And he hasn’t stopped proving them right since!

Happy Birthday my brother from another mother and may there be as many more as you want.


March 010

Slainte! To your health sir!



Where the temperature will be an entirely inappropriate and excessively balmy for the season 75 on Christmas. Honestly! I might as well just be in Leprechonia for all the Christmas atmosphere the weather here is providing.

That’s it! I can’t take this another year! I refuse to accept this as Christmas. You’ve all just been kidnapped. We’re off to Ireland for a proper Christmas. IF you’re good and well mannered I’ll return you to the party mountain at the end of the issue.

Holly, if you’d be so kind as to make with the farie transport dust before anyone can leave please? Oh and an extra dusting for the not so jolly rotund blue guy wearing the crumbs and remnants of an entire army of gingerbread men if you please, it takes a little extra magic to move all of him.



There! That’s more bloody like it! Cactus and Palm trees with  Christmas lights me arse!

The Irish Rovers: Must Be Santa


Yup, ‘tis wasting wasting no time in getting right to the Christmas Carols Department I am, but did you ever wonder if there were Carols that those “who hear/see things the rest of us can’t might hear?

Christmas Carols for the Psychiatrically Challenged

SCHIZOPHRENIA – Do You Hear What I Hear?
MULTIPLE PERSONALITY – We Three Kings Disoriented Are.
DEMENTIA – I Think I’ll Be Home For Christmas.
NARCISSISTIC – Hark The Herald Angels Sing (About Me)
MANIA – Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and and Office and Town …or Deck the Halls and Spare No Expense!
PARANOIA – Santa Claus is Coming To Get Me.
PERSONALITY DISORDER – You Better Watch Out, I’m Gonna Cry, I’m Gonna Pout, then MAYBE I’ll tell you why.
DEPRESSION – Silent anhedonia, Holy anhedonia. All is calm, All is pretty lonely.
OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE DISORDER – Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell… (YOU GET THE IDEA)
OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE PERSONALITY – The Twelve Days of Christmas (don’t make me repeat that again)
BORDERLINE PERSONALITY – Thoughts of Roasting in an Open Fire.


Sure enough! Reminds me of those movie posters for ‘Children of the Corn’ and creeps me right out!


See what I mean?  That’s one of those Illegal Mexican Christmas trees!


See how much nicer a lawfully immigrated Irish tree is?


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Chances of Snow for Christmas at USA Cities

Among America’s large cities, only one has a really good chance of having a white Christmas. For most cities the odds of seeing any snow at Xmas are pretty slim.

The major urban area with the best chance of enjoying a traditional Christmas landscape is Minneapolis — St Paul Minnesota, where there’s a 74 percent probability of having at least one inch of snow on the ground. In fact, the city is likely to have three or more inches of snow.

Three other large cities are also more likely than not to have some snow around on December 25: Buffalo, Rochester and Salt Lake City. Rochester even has a fifty-fifty chance of seeing fresh snow falling at Xmas.

The table below gives the probabilities of Christmas snow for 51 US cities.

hile less than even, the odds of snow blanketing Milwaukee, Cleveland or Denver on Dec 25th are still pretty high, at 40 percent or more. For Pittsburgh, the chance of snow is nearly one in three, for Columbus about one in four and for Boston almost one in five. At New York, Cincinnati, Louisville and Baltimore, the likelihood of a snowy Xmas runs close to one in ten.

Not surprisingly, for many cities in Texas, California and Florida, there’s zero chance of a white Christmas. At a few cities, such as Las Vegas and New Orleans, snow on Dec 25 isn’t entirely impossible, but would make an astonishing event as the odds of it happening amount to much less than one percent.

Probability (%) of having Snow on the Ground of at least 1 inch deep or Snowfall of at least 0.1 inches on December 25.


Christmas 2001, the first year I was here for Christmas I managed enough fairie magic to make it (however briefly) the first white Christmas in Houston in 100 years. It was also the last white Christmas I saw. OK grumbling over (for the moment) and moving on with the list.



About the Data

The snow probabilities were calculated by the NOAA National Climatic Data Center based on weather data collected from 1981 to 2010.

These major cities represent the 51 metropolitan areas in the United States with the most people, all those with over one million residents in 2010, according to the US Census Bureau.

Irish Rovers God rest ye Merry Gentlemen



Some people will resort to doing anything, including apparently standing on their heads to insure they get good gifts from Santa. Me, I just get him all liquored up with the good stuff.



Colts punter shows Indianapolis the true meaning of Christmas


Indianapolis Colts punter Pat McAfee is pretty well known in the football community as an all around good guy who has some funny shenanigans on and off the field. He’s always good for a funny quote or tweet and never takes himself too seriously.

Well, it seems that McAfee also knows the true meaning of the holiday season. In a gesture that put others before himself, Pat paid the electricity bills of 115 Indianapolis families in need. It was an act of kindness that surprised many and made the holiday season that much more special for families who really needed it.


Per Fox59:

“On Friday afternoon, 58-year-old Valerie Moore got a phone call from a friend who told her someone was paying off people’s utility bills. Moore dropped everything and drove over to the IPL office.

‘All I could do was throw my hands up in the air and just give her the bill,’ said Moore.

Moore had a nearly $400 bill with a disconnection notice set for Dec. 27.

‘Money is super tight. Gas bill, light bill, rent, car, food, it’s real tight,’ said Moore.

When Moore handed the IPL employee her bill, she heard something she hasn’t heard in a long time. The employee told her she had a zero balance.

Customer after customer had their bills paid in full.

‘Two people at one time they came in together to pay their bill they stood there for about five minutes literally just crying for joy,’ said Moore.”

Good on you, Pat. Thanks for spreading the Christmas spirit.


So last week I might have let it slip I was giving Impish a DIY present this year, something from the heart as it were. Well once he found out I had one heck of a time keeping it hidden from him and finishing it. This is until I hit upon the idea of setting up in the Corporate gym. While he thought I was spending extra time on a tread mill making room for extra helpings of Pumpkin Pie and Irish Whiskey Cookies, I was actually hard at work on my first master piece! What do you think? Think he’ll like it?



Christmas in Killarney – The Irish Rovers

Just in case you haven’t already guessed where we wound up!

Giant 50ft Christmas tree lights up Dublin


Bring it on: Biblical conspiracy theorist says the world is ending during last days of 2016

[This couldn’t have happened earlier this year? I’d have saved a lot of money on Christmas presents! – L.L.]


A computer programmer is predicting that the world as we know it will come to a violent end in the final days of December. What’s the hold up?

A computer programmer is predicting the world as we know it will come to a violent end in the final days of December.

After the kind of year 2016 has been, we’re not fazed one bit by the prediction of coming doom and calamity for mankind. Bring it on.

Nora Roth is a Christian computer programmer who uses complex computer calculations from the biblical book of Daniel that she says points to the end of the world coming before the end of the year, ending “6,000 years of sin on earth.”

The math is explained on Roth’s official website, MarkBeast. Scroll to the conclusion on the webpage to cut to the chase.

The end, Roth notes, will come just as Jesus Christ returns to the planet to take his followers home to Heaven. That’s what they teach in Sunday school to be the Rapture.

Roth says after the planet has been sufficiently scorched it will rest for a millennium to recover from all the evil we’ve wrought.

Luckily for billions of us all the past dire predictions of world-ending wars, solar flares, and other disasters have not come pass.

Every year we get a new eviction date for mankind and every year nothing happens. Frankly it’s a little anticlimactic.

A man named Harold Camping famously predicted the Rapture would occur on May 21, 2011. He died in Dec. 2013, so the world already ended for him. 

Just in case, though, get all your Christmas shopping done so you can enjoy the next few weeks on the planet with family and friends. 


Christmas time in Galway


Three men died on Christmas Eve and were met by Saint Peter at the pearly gates.
“In honor of this holy season” Saint Peter said,  “You must each possess something that symbolizes Christmas to get into heaven.”

The first man fumbled through his pockets and pulled out a lighter. He flicked it on. “It represents a candle”, he said.

“You may pass through the pearly gates” Saint Peter said.

The second man reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. He shook them and said, “They’re bells.”

Saint Peter said “You may pass through the pearly gates”.

The third man started searching desperately through his pockets and  finally pulled out a pair of women’s panties.

St. Peter looked at the man with a raised eyebrow and  asked, “And just what do those symbolize?”

The man replied, “These are Carols.”

And So The Christmas Season Begins……








If I were a rockin’ Santa,

You know what I’d do?

I’d dump the silly gifts

That are given to you.

I’d deliver some things

Just inside your front door —

Things you have lost,

But treasured before.


I’d give you back all

Your maidenly vigour,

And to go along with it,

A neat, tiny figure;

Then restore the old color

That once graced your hair

Before rinses and bleaches

Took residence there.


I’d bring back the shape

With which you were gifted,

So things now suspended

Need not be uplifted.

I’d draw in your tummy

And smooth down your back

Till you’d be a dream

In those tight fitting slacks!


I’d remove all your wrinkles

And leave only one chin,

So you wouldn’t spend hours

Rubbing grease on your skin.

You’d never have flashes

Or queer dizzy spells,

And you wouldn’t hear noises

Like ringing of bells.


No sore aching feet,

And no corns on your toes

No searching for spectacles

When they’re right on your nose.

Not a shot would you take

In your arm, hip or fanny

From a doctor who thinks

You’re a nervous old granny.


You’d never have a headache,

So no pills would you take.

And no heating pad needed

Since your muscles won’t ache.

Yes, if I were Santa,

You’d never look stupid.

You’d be a cute little chick

With the romance of a cupid.


I’d give a lift to your heart

When those wolves start to whistle,

And the joys of your heart

Would be light as a thistle.

But alas! I’m not Santa.

I’m simply just me,

The matronest of matrons

You ever did see.


I wish I could tell you

All the symptoms I’ve got,

But I’m due at my doctor’s

For an estrogen shot.

Even though we’ve grown older

This wish is sincere:


A very Merry, Christmas and a Happy New Year!


Angels We Have Heard On High · The Irish Rovers


OK so I was going to wait until the end of the issue to do this, but Mr. McWhiney Pant’s constant interrupting and carrying on about his ‘You-can’t-be-serious! THAT-is-really-my-present?”  ‘DIY gift’ from me is getting darn annoying and making my trigger finger itch. Since I’m (questionably) informed its impolite to shoot anyone much less such an annoyance on Christmas Eve, I’m caving in and getting this over right now.

Here Impish THIS is what I got you for Christmas, now quitcherbitchin and leave me finish the issue and night in Peace!


Be bloody careful with the wrapping too! I learned to crochet and made the wrappings especially just for your present!

FYI- she was #1 on Santa’s Naughtiest of the Naughty Girls 2016 list. So remember to pace yourself, Birthday Boy, your not getting any younger and she’s of the firm opinion Christmas lasts for 12 days and therefor so should you.


Above & Below: Irish Tree Toppers





Her hair was up in a pony tail,

Her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy’s Day at school,
And she couldn’t wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home;
Why the kids might not understand,
If she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;
She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
Of why he wasn’t there today.

But still her mother worried,
For her to face this day alone.
And that was why, once again,
She tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school,
Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees, a dad
Who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in
Back, for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
Anxious in their seat.

One by one the teacher called
On a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
As seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,
Every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
A man who wasn’t there.

“Where’s her daddy at?”
She heard a boy call out.
“She probably doesn’t have one,”
Another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,
She heard a daddy say,
“Looks like another deadbeat dad,
Too busy to waste his day.”

The words did not offend her,
As she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher, who
Told her to go on..

And with hands behind her back,
Slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
Came words incredibly unique.

“My Daddy couldn’t be here,
Because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
Since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know
All about my daddy,
And how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories,
He taught me to ride my bike;
He surprised me with pink roses,
And taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,
And ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I’m not standing here alone.

‘Cause my daddy’s always with me,
Even though we are apart;
I know because he told me,
He’ll forever be in my heart”

With that, her little hand reached up,
And lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
Beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere there in the crowd of dads,

Her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
Who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love
Of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
Doing what was a right.

And when she dropped her hand back
Down, staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
But its message clear and loud.

“I love my daddy very much,
he’s my shining star.
And if he could, he’d be here,
But heaven’s just too far.

You see he is an American Soldier
And he died just this past year,
When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
And taught Americans to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it’s like he never went away.”
And then she closed her eyes,
And saw him there that day.

And to her mother’s amazement,
She witnessed with surprise,
A room full of daddies and children,
All starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them;
Who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
They saw him at her side.

“I know you’re with me Daddy,”
To the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
Of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,
For each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
Was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for
a moment, by the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
that heaven is never to far

There must be many children in the same boat as this little girl; thanks to our servicemen and their families for the sacrifice they are making to keep our country free. The ULTIMATE sacrifice is being left behind. Don’t forget them.


I made a pledge years ago that a Christmas Issue would never pass without this next video or video lacking, then the poem behind it. I’ll have to be dead to no longer honor that promise.

A Soldier’s Silent Night


They’re doing all of us a service by insuring our safety and ability to celebrate Christmas, we need to do them one back. If there are families of serving men or women in your area adopt one. See their Christmas wants for naught, even at the expense of your own.

If the husband is serving give her your number to call incase of a household emergency. You have no idea how much that number will mean in the middle of the night when she has a water leak and no idea how to shut it off or her head won’t come on and all her children are in her bed freezing.

Their Husbands, Wives, Sons and Daughters are all risking life and limb for us, surely we can risk a little inconvenience for them. In the long run, who are you really helping?

Here’s to the day we’ll never have troops far away from home because we’ve all learned to live in peace.



Here’s to the time we’ve no more cause to display service ribbons upon our doors on the holidays or any other day of the year.

Santa, I know it’s a heck of a lot to ask for, but I’m not asking for me, I did my time and I was and still am proud to have done it. If you could see your way clear to bop some brains, human decency, tolerance and a healthy dose of worldly common sense into the heads of a few world leaders regardless of if they believe or not on your trip tonight we might well  be able to have peace in 2017.






Good King Wenceslas




The Irish have long been known for their hospitality and the primary function of the candle in the window was both as a guide to Mary and Joseph on their way but also as a sign of welcome to any stranger who passed that they would not go without, especially on the feast of the King.

This was also customary on the Feast of Brigid (Bridget), since on Brigid’s eve, food was often left out, not only in welcome, but also in hopes that she might pass by the door. What better way to bring luck and blessings to a family than to encourage the saints and indeed the Mother of Jesus to pass by the door. The candle on Christmas Eve was truly more symbolic, since Mary was in fact thought to be more heavenly and unlikely to pass by. Brigid on the other hand, might actually pass by the door, and small pieces of cloth were often left outside in hopes that she would bless them. These lovely country customs are a reflection of the sense of closeness people felt to many of the female saints. Women in particular, had a great affinity for Mary and Brigid.

Brigid was thought to have been the midwife of Christ and became known as the “Mary of the Gael.”

Christmas Eve by Ruth and Celia Duffin

A cup of milk
And a wheaten-cake,

And a spark of fire
For the Travellers’ sake.

A door on the latch,
A light in the pane,

Lest the Travellers’ pass
In the wind and rain.

For food and fire
And candlelight

The Travellers’ blessing
On us this night





Merry Christmas!

Christmas is such an unusual time of year.

Little kids [and  not so little but still kids at heart and IQ Dragons- L.L.] are hoping that Santa is going to give them everything they asked for and even some stuff they didn’t ask for and that it will all be under the tree on Christmas morning.

Older kids are still hoping that Mom and Dad…oops, I mean Santa is going to leave them everything they want, but most of them are pretty lined up with how much their family can afford.

Teenagers are too cool to ask Santa for anything and when they are pressured, they might admit to wanting something, but they also might be afraid that if they want it too much, they won’t get it because they never get ANYTHING that they want.  EVER.

Young adults usually just want a couple of extra hours sleep or an extra paycheck so that they can get everything their new kids want.

But, when you get to be a little older than that, you begin to realize that the stuff you REALLY want ain’t gonna be delivered by Santa and his magical flying reindeer. [Clarification: He’s speaking of you mundanes who give up believing so easily in the magical, mystical and legends as you age. We Magical/Mystical/Legendary creatures still believe and get visited by Santa yearly- L.L.]

There is a morning talk show that is syndicated across the country…well…really, around the world, because I know that they are also on Armed Forces Radio … anyway, it’s Bob and Shari.  I don’t have time to listen to the whole show every morning, instead, I download their podcast and listen to it throughout the day.  It is one of the most fun talk shows I’ve ever listened to.

Anyway, Bob and Shari have a portion of their show where their listeners call in and share their experiences with whatever topic they happen to come up with on that day.  And today was grownup Santa wishes.  They had some really great calls, one lady called in and wanted Santa to wave his magic …. whatever…(not sure what Santa has to wave to make magic. [Dude! Seriously? Does the phrase And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose”
not ring any bells? – L.L.]
Gotta give that some more thought) anyway, she wanted Santa to make it so that no more family members would have to go to the emergency room – at least for a while.  She related 9 instances of family members, including herself, that had actual emergencies, just since March of this year.  It was amazingly horrifying.  So yeah, I could see as how that was a good grownup Santa wish.

There were some “I really want to get close to my ______ brother, sister, cousin, mom, dad… you fill in the blank.  Estranged family members.  Another good grownup Santa wish.

Then there were a few of … I want my 5 year old daughter to be cured of leukemia; I really wish my dad, who is suffering from terrible Alzheimer’s would just recognize me one more time before he dies; I haven’t heard from my son who is serving his country overseas in a hot desert and please, please Santa, make it so he is alright and just not able to get in touch.

And they went on like that for quite some time.

Now, the one real problem with me listening to them on podcast is that I can’t call in when they have an interesting topic.  But, I started thinking about what grownup Santa wish I would ask for.  And I started thinking of the things that I would really want.  Getting rid of the hellish pain that I suffer through every day; better health for my wife, daughter, father, father-in-law …

But you know…. pain and sickness are transitory.  Would I really have happiness if they were gone?  I’m not really sure.

Then I thought a little bit further out of the box and started thinking of some real grownup Santa wishes and I’d like to share a couple of those with you.

Santa, if you could find it in your magic bag, I sure would like to meet some of the awesome people that I’ve met and interacted with here on line.  Some of these people who, although I’ve never met them face to face, or maybe even talked to on the phone, have made it inside my heart and have taken up residence.  I’d truly love to hug, or give manly bro-hugs with back pounding, to everyone of you who are reading this now.

Santa, I’d really, really like to have a world… a safe and happy world … for my kids and grandkids to grow up in.  I’d like for them to experience the freedom to make up their own minds, the freedom to study whatever they want, and the safety and security to not wonder if they’ve locked the doors, or kept close track to their identity.  I’d like them all to grow up in the kind of America that I was blessed enough to grow up in.

You know, I had thought, before I sat down to write this, that I was going to talk about the birth of Jesus and the meaning of the season.  But, this is where my warped little mind wandered to, so you guys are stuck with it.  So, I would like each and everyone of you to think of what grownup wishes you would want Santa to fill – and then I want you to go out and try to fill as many of them yourself as you can.

My beloved friends, family and fellow campers, may you truly be blessed this holiday.  May God grant you love, happiness, and laughter in your home.  And may you truly feel the warmth of His grace and the love in my heart that I have for you all.

Merry Christmas!

Impish Dragon


Yo-Yo Ma, Alison Krauss – The Wexford Carol


May you keep in your heart amidst all your celebration and feasting the true reason and meaning behind the holiday season.

Mean while ‘tis a lantern in a few windows I’ve ta be placing if you take my meaning. I hope you’ll be placing at least once as well. Honoring the uld ways is more than something we should be doing because it’s ‘tradition’. Very often the uld ways have a great deal of thought, meaning, significance or wisdom behind them that we’ve tended to disregard as we’ve ‘modernized’- oft in my opinion, to our own detriment as well as loss to our moral compass both personally and as a society.

See you Wednesday for our regular issue of Leprechaun Laughs where the good Lord (Santa? Could really use an economy sized box of inspiration for Christmas here) only knows what I’ll manage to come up with on short notice.

Until then…


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I believe in being the kind of man who, when my feet touch the floor in the morn', causes the Devil to say "BUGGER ME! HIMSELF IS UP!" ======== I'm a White Married Heterosexual who fervently believes in the war(s) we are fighting, the Second Amendment which I plan on defending with my last breath and my last round of ammunition as well as Arizona's stringent law on Immigration and the need for the border wall. I'm a right of center Con-centrist with Tea Party & Republican sympathies who drives an SUV. I am a Life Time Member of the NRA, a Charter Member of the Patriots' Border Alliance and North American Hunters Association. If there is a season for it and I can shoot one I'll eat it and proudly wear its fur. I believe PETA exists solely to be a forum for Gays, Vegetarians, Hollywood snobbery to stupid to get into politics and Soybean Growers. The ACLU stopped protecting our civil liberties sometime after the 1960s and now serves its own bigoted headline grabbing agenda much in the same way as the Southern Poverty Law Center. I am ecstatic that WE the PEOPLE finally got mad enough to rise up and take back the Government from WE the ENTITLED and reverently wish the Liberals would just get over the loss and quit whining/protesting all the time. After all they're just reaping what they've sown. I am Pro-choice both when it comes to the issue of abortion AND school prayer. I believe in a government for the people, by the people which represents and does the people's will. Therefore I an Pro States rights and mandatory term limits but against special interest group campaign contributions and soft money. I think that sports teams who allow their players to sit or take a knee during the National Anthem should be boycotted until the message is received that this is not acceptable behavior for role models for children. I believe Congressional salaries should be voted on bi-annually by the people they represent and not by themselves. I think Congress should be subject to every law they pass on the populace including any regarding Social Security or Healthcare. Speaking of the Healthcare bill (or con job as I see it) I hope Trump will overturn it and set things back to normal. I oppose the building of an Mosque or ANY Islamic center at or within a 10 mile radius of Ground Zero in New York. I will fight those in favor of this until hell freezes over and then I will continue to fight it hand to hand on the ice. Further I think the ban on immigrants from certain nations known to harbor and promote terrorism is a justified measure, at least until we can come up with better methods of vetting and tracking those non citizens we allow in the country. We did not inflict this measure on them those who refuse to point out, denounce or fight radical religious terrorism brought this upon themselves.
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5 Responses to Dragon Laughs Christmas Issue

  1. joe says:

    happy birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    and many morrrrrre

  2. Mike says:

    Thank you for the great posts and comments. They mean a lot.
    I wish you you and yours the hope and joy of a childs heart this time of year.
    May the love and peace of the season our Father be with you.

  3. Maggie Culligan says:

    I wish the Big Blue fella a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY and I hope you have a marvelous day with your family and friends. I also with you and your family a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS !!!!!

  4. Ginny says:

    Count me in for your adult only holiday hot chocolate….2 kinds of chocolate and 3 liqueurs….that quivery sound are my damn weak knees again. The moaning was probably Diaman, she is a little kinky and a real hot babe.

    Happy Birthday dear Impish may you have a day filled with love and laughter and everything you wish for.as you blow out the candles.

    Lethal this holiday issue was packed to the brim of so many Irish videos and so much more. The time you gave to do all of this is so greatly appreciated. You made me smile or giggle which hasn’t been easy since losing our Bear.

    Impish your Christmas message was beautiful, my list for Santa sure has changed over my many years. As you said, could he take our pains and problems away. Can I add my friends and family too? I got a gift years ago from a friend on line that introduced me to Dragon Laffs. Little did I know that gift would give me two crazy guys that I have grown to love as brothers and dear friends. Also as a bonus, of that gift my close friendship with Diaman.

    I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a happy and healthy New Year in 2017.

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