So, it’s Monday.  And that weekend went quick.  

But it was a nice Easter.  Lovely church service Friday night and Sunday.  I got to spend the weekend working on this issue with you guys that I hope you find extra entertaining, so what do you say we get right into it, shall we?

This one is from Leah and it’s VERY good.

This is from Lynn and it is an absolutely marvelous piece of artwork.  

It’s amazing to me that people like this have such an awesome talent.  My dad, Papa Dragon Most Senior, who is also an amazing artist, when asked, “How do you take a block a wood and make it look like a horse?”  His response?  “You just take away everything that doesn’t look like a horse.”

I don’t get that.  To me, none of it looks like a horse and it never, ever, EVER will.  But, to show you what I mean about Papa Dragon being an artist.  Here’s an owl that he carved for my brother, the Owl…

As the story goes, when dad moved down to Florida, he would entered the national carving competitions and would win every time.  The other carvers would find out that he entered and no one else would enter.  So, the people who ran the competitions would end up hiring dad to be one of the judges so he wouldn’t be allowed to compete.  

Played sax, clarinet and flute professionally.  (and worked for as a lineman climbing telephone poles for a living as his “day-job”.  Go figure.)  All that talent and it was spread out fairly evenly amongst his sons…except…I got none of it!  LOL!  I got talents that no one else in the family has, so it’s all good.

For how many of you do these bring back memories?

Dear Granddaughter,

The other day I went up to our local Christian book store and saw a ‘Honk if you love Jesus’ bumper sticker. I was feeling particularly sassy that day because I had just come from a thrilling choir performance, followed by a thunderous prayer meeting. So, I bought the sticker and put it on my bumper. Boy, am I glad I did; what an uplifting experience that followed. I was stopped at a red light at a busy intersection, just lost in thought about the Lord and how good he is, and I didn’t notice that the light had changed. It is a good thing someone else loves Jesus because if he hadn’t honked, I’d never have noticed. I found that a lot of people love Jesus! While I was sitting there, the guy behind started honking like crazy, and then he leaned out of his window and screamed, ‘For the love of God!’ ‘Go! Go! Go! Jesus Christ, GO!’ What an exuberant cheerleader he was for Jesus! Everyone started honking! I just leaned out my window and started waving and smiling at all those loving people. I even honked my horn a few times to share in the love! There must have been a man from Florida back there because I heard him yelling something about a sunny beach. I saw another guy waving in a funny way with only his middle finger stuck up in the air. I asked my young teenage grandson in the back seat what that meant. He said it was probably a Hawaiian good luck sign or something. Well, I have never met anyone from Hawaii, so I leaned out the window and gave him the good luck sign right back. My grandson burst out laughing. Why even he was enjoying this religious experience!! A couple of the people were so caught up in the joy of the moment that they got out of their cars and started walking towards me. I bet they wanted to pray or ask what church I attended, but this is when I noticed the light had changed. So, grinning, I waved at all my brothers and sisters, and drove on through the intersection. I noticed that I was the only car that got through the intersection before the light changed again and felt kind of sad that I had to leave them after all the love we had shared. So I slowed the car down, leaned out the window and gave them all the Hawaiian good luck sign one last time as I drove away. Praise the Lord for such wonderful folks!

Love, Grandma

They’ve lost more helicopters this way.

So, today is the day AFTER Easter, but this is the perfect cartoon, that I just this very second received from Stephanie.  In fact, let’s throw a couple of special Easter things together, right here, right now.

Nicely written, Mr. Hart

Well, not really Easter, but…

Okay, back to the other stuff

No kidding

Okay, I just read an opinion piece about people getting upset because a soccer team had a credit union whose name is America First Credit Union as a sponsor.  The fans were upset and this writer of this piece was in agreement, that it was horrible that they used this credit union as a sponsor seeing as how the term “America First” is rooted in “racism, fascism, and hateful ideology.”

WHAT!!!???!!!???

The term America First, means we take care of Americans before we take care of people who aren’t Americans.  Why are we sending money to other countries for ANY purpose when we have homeless people on our streets?  When we have homeless VETERANS on our streets?  There is absolutely nothing racist, fascist, or hateful about any of that.  I have never heard anything so candy-assed stupid in my entire life!  Let me tell you something right now.  If you don’t have the desire and the understanding to put your country ahead of every other country out there – 

THEN MOVE!!!!!!!

What are you doing here then to begin with?  Just like if you were Swedish, I would expect you to say and believe with all your heart, Sweden First.

A true artist can find music in anything.

And how many of you remember THAT?

“Yeah, see…we had these reports…that you’ve been giving the kids in the neighborhood a hard time.  And passing out candy that isn’t really candy.  And, well, we’re going to have to ask you to move somewhere else.  This is OUR neighborhood!  See, that’s another thing that we mean by, ‘America First'”

Yeah, that’ll do it.

A Chinese national was apprehended in California after driving onto a Marine Corps base and refusing to leave upon confrontation, local authorities confirmed on Friday.

“Despite being prompted to exit at the Condor gate by installation security, the individual proceeded onto the installation without authorization. Military law enforcement were immediately notified and detained the individual,” a spokesperson for the US Marine Corps’ Training and Education Command said. (It is amazing to me that at that point he wasn’t shot.  There are signs on EVERY military installation that say: Use of Deadly Force is Authorized.)

According to reports from a local news channel, US Customs and Border Protection (CBP) verified the arrest, revealing that the individual was in the country illegally.  (Now there’s a huge surprise.  But then again, if the border is wide open, how can anyone be here illegally?)

USBP Chief Patrol Agent Gregory K. Bovino took to social media platform X to share a photo of the apprehended individual, emphasizing that the individual entered the base without permission and disregarded orders to leave.  (And by all rights, should have been shot.)

“His purpose and intent behind his actions are still being investigated,” Bovino wrote.

This incident surfaces amidst growing concerns over the presence of Chinese nationals around US military installations. The US military base in Guam, for example, is facing serious national security concerns after reports of an increasing number of Chinese nationals illegally entering the island. 

House Homeland Security Chairman Mark Green expressed concerns over this rising trend, stating, “We simply do not know for what purpose these individuals are coming.”  (Oh come on, Mark!  It doesn’t take a genius to figure this one out.  You’re the House Homeland Security Chairman.  You’re the SME [pronounced Smee] Subject Matter Expert on this stuff, surely YOU can figure this one out.  Why do you THINK these individuals are coming?  What possible purpose could military aged, mostly men, of Chinese descent be doing, sneaking into the United States and then hanging around and sneaking their way on to our military bases?  Um… Chinese restaurants?  NO!  You blind Turnip!  They are scoping out our bases and becoming behind-the-lines insurgents and terrorists for when the Chinese decide to attack!  “We simply do not know for what purpose…”  Are you really that stupid or do you think we are?)

Chinese migrants are currently the fastest growing group attempting to cross the southern border into the United States, with over 90% of encounters being single adults. Fox News reported over 22,000 such encounters since October 1, sparking worries among US officials about potential infiltration by individuals aligned with the interests of the Chinese Communist Party.  (Gee, ya think?  22,000 encounters since October.  That’s over 3,600 a month or more than 120 people a day, every day.  That’s enough to put almost 460 of them in every state in the continental United States.)

Yeah, we should be worried.  We should be very worried.

While I was preaching in a church in Mississippi, the pastor announced that their prison quartet would be singing the following evening. 
I wasn’t aware there was a prison in the vicinity and I looked forward to hearing them.
The next evening, I was puzzled when four members of the church approached the stage. Then the pastor introduced them.
“This is our prison quartet,” he said, “behind a few bars and always looking for the key.”

Oh come on!  That’s an easy one!

This one’s definitely an  

A Harley Biker
 
A Harley biker is riding by the zoo in Washington, DC when he sees a little girl leaning into the lion’s cage. Suddenly, the lion grabs her by the collar of her jacket and tries to pull her inside to slaughter her, under the eyes of her screaming parents.

The biker jumps off his Harley, runs to the cage and hits the lion square on the nose with a powerful punch.

Whimpering from the pain the lion jumps back letting go of the girl, and the biker brings her to her terrified parents, who thank him endlessly.

A reporter has watched the whole event.

The reporter addressing the Harley rider says, ‘Sir, this was the most gallant and brave thing I’ve seen a man do in my whole life.’

The Harley rider replies, ‘Why, it was nothing, really, the lion was behind bars. I just saw this little kid in danger and acted as I felt right.’

The reporter says, ‘Well, I’ll make sure this won’t go unnoticed. I’m a journalist, you know, and tomorrow’s paper will have this story on the front page… So, what do you do for a living and what political affiliation do you have?’

The biker replies, I’m a U.S. Marine and a Republican.  The journalist leaves.

The following morning the biker buys the paper to see if it indeed brings news of his actions, and reads, on the front page:

U.S. MARINE ASSAULTS AFRICAN IMMIGRANT AND STEALS HIS LUNCH.
 
…and THAT, my friends, pretty well sums up the media’s approach to the news these days…….

While I was preaching in a church in Mississippi, the pastor announced that their prison quartet would be singing the following evening. 
I wasn’t aware there was a prison in the vicinity and I looked forward to hearing them.
The next evening, I was puzzled when four members of the church approached the stage. Then the pastor introduced them.
“This is our prison quartet,” he said, “behind a few bars and always looking for the key.”

Okay, now this one is a little tougher…how many of you got this one?  Okay, I’ll tell you after a couple of memes…

Thanks to Joe for this next one…I knew there was a reason that I didn’t like Ford.

Oh…on the case…it’s a portable sewing machine.  Yeah, my mom, my mom-in-law, and my dear wife had one.

It depends on what party you belong to.

I never realized that WOKE was an acronym.
Willfully Overlooking Known Evil

So, why is our country trying to force them to stop defending themselves?

And probably not all the change you had coming to you.

And I’m going to call it defending my family.

I’ve been having an excellent conversation with one of our readers that started out with him saying that he could tell I was pro Trump because I only had anti-Biden cartoons.  I expressed my opinion that I wasn’t so much pro Trump but that because Trump and Biden were the only two viable candidates that Trump was the lesser of two evils.  I think that Biden is an evil, despicable, controlled piece of trash.  He is no more running this country than I am.  I think Trump is the better of the two candidates and since we are only allowed to pick between the two, Trump is at least moving us away from total destruction.

We both agreed that it is a complete and total shame and a failure of our republic that of all the wonderful men and women in this once great nation, that THESE TWO are the two we HAVE TO choose from.

And that is our fault.

I don’t know what to do about it.  I’m certainly not that smart.  But I do know that all of THEM work for all of US and we forgot that a long time ago. 

This guy is the exact problem!  This is why the border needs to be closed.  This is why America First needs to mean something.  Thanks to Lynn for sending this to me.

Leonel Moreno, ‘migrant influencer’ encouraging others to invade US and squat at homes, is now on the run from authorities

On social media, he frequently boasts of his earnings from begging for cash, claiming he makes roughly $1,000 a day.

“I don’t like to work,” he tells followers. “Boys, in the US there are a million tricks, a million things to do,” he says as he outlines how to live effectively for free in a new country.

“I’ve concluded that the American Dream is real,” he said in a separate post, adding that he has lived for more than a year in the US and never had to work. “This is food of the best quality that they just give you.”

Moreno claims he traversed 12 countries to reach the US and tried to seek asylum in Canada last year alongside his wife, but ultimately came to America because he didn’t get free handouts up north.

TikTok migrant influencer Leonel Moreno talking about how much he was able to beg in three hours.

The Venezuelan migrant also instructs followers on how to carry out scams, such as claiming abandoned vehicles to sell for scrap and giving tips on how to return clothes that have been worn.

He also told his followers to pretend they’re injured by making a leg cast with plastic and Velcro.

“Work is for slaves, boys. Remember that work is for slaves. Where have you seen a millionaire work? Don’t humiliate yourself … You have to be creative to ask for money,” he said.

What an ass.

This is a great story sent in from Joe.  In Joe’s words: This is a long buried story about one of the greatest men from WWII.  Interesting if you have any interest in our military history.

Have you heard of the new book entitled “1001 Sex Secrets Men Should Know?”

It contains comments from 1001 different women on how men can be better in bed.

I think that women would actually settle for three:
Slow down,
Turn off the TV, and
Call out the right name.

Two physicians boarded a flight out of Seattle. One sat in the window seat, the other sat in the middle seat. Just before takeoff, an attorney got on and took the aisle seat next to the two physicians.

The attorney kicked off his shoes, wiggled his toes and was settling in when the physician in the window seat said,” I think I’ll get up and get a coke.”

“No problem,” said the attorney, “I’ll get it for you.”

While he was gone, one of the physicians picked up the attorney’s shoe and spat in it.

When he returned with the coke, the other physician said, “That looks good, I think I’ll have one too.”

Again, the attorney obligingly went to fetch it and while he was gone, the other physician picked up the other shoe and spat in it.

he attorney returned and they all sat back and enjoyed the flight. As the plane was landing, the attorney slipped his feet into his shoes and knew immediately what had happened.

“How long must this go on?” he asked. “This fighting between our professions? This hatred? This animosity? This spitting in shoes and pissing in cokes?”

Oh!  That’s a good one.  Anybody got that one?  I’ll let you know.

Can opener…sardine cans and other specific cans.  You tear that little guy off the bottom of the can, use it to put a little piece of metal tab in the slot of the opener and then twist it around the can and you peel a strip away and open the can.

The preacher, in his Sunday sermon, used “Forgive Your Enemies” as his subject.

After a long sermon, he asked how many were willing to forgive their enemies.

About half held up their hands.

Not satisfied he harangued for another twenty minutes and repeated his question.

This time he received a response of about 80 percent.

Still unsatisfied, he lectured for another 15 minutes and repeated his question.

With all thoughts now on Sunday dinner, all responded except one elderly  lady in the rear.

“Mrs. Jones, are you not willing to forgive your enemies?”

“I don’t have any.”

“Mrs. Jones, that is very unusual. How old are you?”

“Ninety three.”

“Mrs. Jones, please come down in front and tell the congregation how a person can live to be ninety-three, and not have an enemy in the world.”

The little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle, very slowly turned around and said: “It’s easy, I just outlived the bitches.”

With some misgivings, we left a young baby-sitter in charge of our three energetic youngsters.

When we returned a few, hours later, she was sitting alone watching TV.

I went to check on the children, and found them in our narrow hallway. By bracing their arms and legs against the walls, two of them had climbed up to the ceiling.

“The baby-sitter taught us how,” they said gleefully.

The sitter joined me, her face a deep red. “Since they had me climbing the walls, I figured they might as well be too,” she stammered.

We kept the same girl for the next two years.

I wonder if he got the raise…

Here’s one of the toys they’re trying to get my guys to play with…

The professor was a fine lecturer, but he enjoyed throwing in an occasional off-colour joke to entertain the students.

The boys got a kick out of it, but the girls in the class were often embarrassed. Finally, the girls got together and went to the Dean to complain.

The Dean was very sympathetic, but he explained that there was nothing he could do.

The professor had been there for years and he couldn’t be dismissed – but the Dean promised to talk to him, though he didn’t really think it would do much good.

Meanwhile, about all he could suggest was that the next time the professor started to tell an off-colour joke, the girls should just walk out of the classroom.

A couple of weeks went by, during which there were no embarrassing jokes – but, finally, one day the professor started in, “According to the latest reports, the U.S. Government has chartered a ship and they’re going to collect all the prostitutes and ship them to Russia.”

The girls looked at each other, and as one, they rose and started to leave the room.

The professor continued, “Oh, there’s no hurry, girls. The ship doesn’t leave until next month.”

A TEENAGER IS…

– A person who can’t remember to walk the dog but never forgets a phone number.

– A weight watcher who goes on a diet by giving up candy bars before breakfast.

– A youngster who receives her allowance on Monday, spends it on Tuesday, and borrows it from her best friend on Wednesday.

– Someone who can hear his favorite singer 3 blocks away but not his mother calling from the next room.

– A whiz who can operate the latest computer without a lesson but can’t make a bed.

– A student who spends 12 minutes studying history and 12 hours studying for her driver’s license.

– A connoisseur of 2 kinds of fine music–loud and very loud.

– An enthusiast who has the energy to bike for miles but is usually too tired to dry the dishes.

– A young woman who loves the cat and tolerates the brother.

– A romantic who never falls in love more than once a week.

– A budding beauty who never smiles until her braces come off.

– A boy who can sleep till noon on any Saturday he suspects the lawn needs mowing.

– An original thinker who is positive that her mother was never a teenager.

Professor Jackson was known for being an easy grader.  The grades he gave for a survey course (i. e. the type where you are expected to learn generalities and not specifics) were based entirely on two exams, and the stuff on the exams was entirely covered in the textbook.  So showing up for class wasn’t a big deal. 

However, this started to get out of hand.  As word of the course spread, at each semester, there was a larger block of students who would show up infrequently or not at all, except for the exam days. 

Finally, it got so bad that about half of the students one term never showed before the midterm!  

On the day of the midterm, everyone came in and a graduate assistant handed out exams, “Prof. Jackson is sick, so he asked me to give you your exams.” 

There was only one question in the exam booklets: “Which one of the ten pictures below is of Professor Jackson?” 

Obviously, the students who never showed up didn’t know and had to guess. Many failed, while the students who had been showing up regularly got A’s!! 

And that is it my dear friends.  I hope you found it as much fun as I did.  Until we meet again, May God Bless you all with Love, Happiness, and Comfort.