I was looking for a more traditional Thanksgiving post, running through the archives from this time last year and the years before. I discovered that the issues I write about, Reid’s Nuclear Option, Obama’s failures and lies, democrat duplicity, were the same issues I wrote about last year, and the year before.
Year, after year, and no real progress has been made except is slow slide downward towards tyranny, loss of liberty and more deliberate failures of government.
It gets tiresome.
Therefore, for this Thanksgiving, I’ve decided to repost from the past, a lighter post that still seems appropriate for our current times. Below is a repost from prior years on a lighter meme…Fairy Tales. This will be the last scheduled post until December 2nd, 2013…unless war breaks out and then I may be too busy to write.
From time to time, it’s prudent to review writings from the past and of other bloggers of note. The one below is a repost but it is still great. Therefore, I give you:
The LawDog Files: Twisted .sig lines
Some years back I got a little impish and wrote some brief passages to use as signature quotes on the forums I was frequenting. Since I am, well, me, they were a wee bit … warped.
I was leafing through some old notebooks, and found some of them.
“This,” Thought the Big Bad Wolf as Little Red Riding Hood reloaded, “Is why I voted for the Democrats.”
“We go in hard and fast. Watch your fire sectors and your threat ID.” Happy slammed a full mag into his MP5, “Nail anything taller than four feet except the Queen. Dead queens can’t give us antidotes.”Dopey looked up from his equipment check, chin quivering, “What if she won’t talk?”
“She’ll talk,” said Doc, grimly, “They always talk. Eventually.”
“FIRE!” bellowed the King, and the palace guard opened up on the Evil Fairy with full-auto AK-47s.
“That sounded like the safety on a Browning Hi-Power,” murmured the Old Witch.
“Uh-huh,” said Gretel.
There was a pause.
“I suppose the whole oven thing is out of the question, then?”
“I’ll huff and I’ll puff …woah! Nice shotgun. Umm. Look at the time! Should have been home hours ago! Wife will be frantic. Nice meeting you. Bye, bye now!”
“Plan ‘A’ is to ask the ogre to change into a mouse. I eat the evidence, no muss, no fuss, no body” said Puss-in-Boots as he screwed the silencer onto his HK Mk 23, “Plan ‘B’ gets messy.”