1. Always looks like he’s pledging allegiance.
2. His cholesterol level is directly proportional to the National Debt.
3. He owns a signed copy of Ted Kennedy’s “Joy of Grease.”
4. He can only donate blood to people with Type Nacho Cheese.
5. After years of eating intravenously, he can make his arm burp.
6. According to his EKG, his heartbeat has the same rate as a strobe light.
7. Number one supporter is the Grim Reaper.
8. During the Persian Gulf War he arrived in Kuwait with a spoon and bib, eagerly awaiting “Operation Dessert Storm.”
9. After every press conference there’s a man standing over his body saying, “Clear!”
10. Let’s face it: He’s a politician.

Bill Clinton broke the 11th commandment. ”Thou shalt not use thy rod on thy Staff”

Question – What is the difference between a liberal and a puppy?

Answer – A puppy stops whining after it grows up.

Question – What is the only thing worse than an incompetent liberal President?

Answer – A competent liberal President.

Question – Why do the male members of the Kennedy family cry while having sex?

Answer – Mace.

Question – Who was the first liberal Democrat?

Answer – Christopher Columbus. He left not knowing where he was going, got there not knowing where he was, left not knowing where he’d been and did it all on borrowed money.

Liberals are like seagulls: all they do is squawk, eat crap, and they are protected by the government.

For the first time in, oh, a decade, I think, something from Microsoft shipped on time:

Jennifer Katharine Gates, weighed 8 pounds 6 ounces when she was downloaded, er, born on Friday, April 26 at 6:11pm. And what do Baby Gates and Daddy’s products have in common?

1. Neither can stand on its own two feet without a LOT of third party support.
2. Both barf all over themselves regularly.
3. Regardless of the problem, calling Microsoft Tech Support won’t help.
4. As they mature, we pray that they will be better than that which preceeded them.
5. At first release they’re relatively compact, but they seem to grow and grow and grow with each passing year.
6. Although announced with great fanfare, pretty much anyone could have produced one.
7. They arrive in shaky condition with inadequate documentation.
8. No matter what, it takes several months between the announcement and the actual release.
9. Bill gets the credit but someone else did most of the work.
10. For at least the next year, they’ll suck.

10. For your birthday, you get the head of an infidel
9. People never refer to you as “The crazy one in the family”
8. On weekends, you get to bring home weapons of mass destruction
7. Don’t want to clean your room? Threaten to tell the United States dad’s exact location
6. Play your cards right and in 10 years you’ll be torturing the Iraqi people
5. Unique chance to observe a tyrannical madman up close
4. Big inheritance when U.S. troops finally kill your stepfather
3. Father-son bonding over 3am prank calls to U.N. weapons inspectors
2. You can get first pick of the police auction’s seized and repossessed camels
1. Get to call Bin Laden “Uncle Osama”

”What are you doing tonight?” asked the Air France co-pilot of the pilot. ”You coming out for drinks?”

”No, I’m just going to crash at the hotel.”

I believe Men and Fish can coexist together peacfully.

“I support Latino owned buisnesses, women owned buisnesses, and every other kind of person owned buisnesses.”

How did Helen Keller break her arms?

Trying to read road signs at forty M.P.H.

Saddam Hussein and George W. Bush meet up in Baghdad for the first round of talks in a new peace process. When George sits down, he notices three buttons on the side of Saddam’s chair. They begin talking. After about five minutes Saddam presses the First button. A boxing glove springs out of a box on the desk and punches Bush in the face.

Confused, Bush carries on talking as Saddam laughs. A few minutes later the second button is pressed. This time a big boot comes out and kicks Bush in the shin. Again Saddam laughs, and again Bush carries on talking, not wanting to put off the bigger issue of peace between the two countries. But when the third button is pressed and another boot comes out and kicks Bush in the privates, he’s finally had enough, knowing that he can’t do much without them functioning well. “I’m going back home!” he tells the Iraqi. “We’ll finish these talks in two weeks!”

A fortnight passes and Saddam flies to the United States for talks. As the two men sit down, Hussein notices three buttons on Bush’s chair and prepares himself for the Yank’s revenge. They begin talking and Bush presses the first button. Saddam ducks, but nothing happens. George snickers. A few seconds later he presses the second button. Saddam jumps up, but again nothing happens. Bush roars with laughter. When the third button is pressed, Saddam jumps up again, and again nothing happens. Bush falls on the floor in a fit of hysterics.

“Forget this,” says Saddam. “I’m going back to Baghdad!”

Dubya says through tears of laughter, “What Baghdad?”

While suturing a laceration on the hand of a 90-year-old man, the doctor asked his patient how he thought George W. Bush was doing as President.

The old man said, “Ya know, Bush is a post turtle.” Not knowing what the old man meant, the doctor asked him what a “post turtle” was.

He said, “Did you ever drive down a country road and come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top? You know he didn’t get there by himself, he doesn’t belong there, he can’t get anything done while he’s up there, and you just want to help the poor thing down. That’s a post turtle.”