I didn't think it possible to epitomize everything that urbanites fear about the rest of America in one sentence. The NY Times (who else?) has proven me wrong:
"This year, news talk ranked as the most popular radio format in the United States, surpassing country music for the first time ever."
- From For Conservative Radio, It’s a New Dawn, Too
Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts
Monday, December 22, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Turkey Finds Its Inner Duck (and Chicken)
ONCE upon a time, possibly at a lodge in Wyoming, possibly at a butcher shop in Maurice, La., or maybe even at a plantation in South Carolina, an enterprising cook decided to take a boned chicken, a boned duck and a boned turkey, stuff them one inside the other like Russian dolls, and roast them. He called his masterpiece turducken.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
In Finland, Life Is Different
World Sauna Championship
Be sure to explore the gallery where this was found: About.com's, Weird News Photographic Index.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Every Vote Counts
Remember, in high school, when everyone kind of chuckled at the idea that 'every vote counts.' Well, it does. Check this out:
"Just one voter cost Obama perfection in Ward 23, Precinct 2 on Indianapolis' Eastside, between 38th and 34th streets, and Keystone and Orchard avenues. A total of 334 votes were cast in the ward; Obama won 333 of them. The lone dissenting vote was cast for a write-in candidate."
That guy knows who he is. How crazy?
That guy knows who he is. How crazy?
Stories of the Campaign Trail
Calling 85 year old Florence:
Me: Hello, this is jumco from the Indiana offices of Sen. Obama for President.
Florence: YOU DON'T KNOW MY NUMBER!
Me (as Florence is slamming the phone down): I'm calling you!
Calling 88 year old William who lives at the VA:
Me: Hello, this is jumco from the Indiana offices of Sen. Obama for President. Have you had a chance to vote for Sen. Obama yet?
William (in elderly, weak-voiced, Mid-Western drawl): Well, I don't get around much. I live here at the VA with a collapsed lung and only one leg, you see.
Me: I understand. Did you know you can vote at the VA today until 4PM?
William: I can?
Me: Yes sir, you can simply head down stairs, ask a nurse to help you, and you can vote today for Senator Barack Obama!
William: The colored fellar?
Me: Yes sir. You can head down today to the first floor of the VA and cast your ballot today for Senator Barack Obama.
William: You don't say. I'll go down there with my buddy, Donald. He lives in the next bed over.
Me: That's great, go with your buddy, Donald, and vote.
William (with enthusiasm): OKAY!!! I'm gonna go vote for the colored fellar with my buddy Donald. He's going to come with me and vote for him too!
Me: That's great news!
I called back an hour later to make sure he made his way down, and his floor's nurse in charge confirmed that he and Donald were downstairs voting as we spoke. I think this may be my single-most heart-warming and charming story of the campaign.
Calling Margaret:
Me: Hello, this is jumco from the Indiana offices of Sen. Obama for President. Have you had a chance to vote for Sen. Obama yet?
Margaret (emphatically): I don't vote, I pray! It does a lot more good anyway!
Note that Margaret is a registered voter and cast a ballot in 2004.
More to come, but I wanted to get these in to get things started.
Me: Hello, this is jumco from the Indiana offices of Sen. Obama for President.
Florence: YOU DON'T KNOW MY NUMBER!
Me (as Florence is slamming the phone down): I'm calling you!
Calling 88 year old William who lives at the VA:
Me: Hello, this is jumco from the Indiana offices of Sen. Obama for President. Have you had a chance to vote for Sen. Obama yet?
William (in elderly, weak-voiced, Mid-Western drawl): Well, I don't get around much. I live here at the VA with a collapsed lung and only one leg, you see.
Me: I understand. Did you know you can vote at the VA today until 4PM?
William: I can?
Me: Yes sir, you can simply head down stairs, ask a nurse to help you, and you can vote today for Senator Barack Obama!
William: The colored fellar?
Me: Yes sir. You can head down today to the first floor of the VA and cast your ballot today for Senator Barack Obama.
William: You don't say. I'll go down there with my buddy, Donald. He lives in the next bed over.
Me: That's great, go with your buddy, Donald, and vote.
William (with enthusiasm): OKAY!!! I'm gonna go vote for the colored fellar with my buddy Donald. He's going to come with me and vote for him too!
Me: That's great news!
I called back an hour later to make sure he made his way down, and his floor's nurse in charge confirmed that he and Donald were downstairs voting as we spoke. I think this may be my single-most heart-warming and charming story of the campaign.
Calling Margaret:
Me: Hello, this is jumco from the Indiana offices of Sen. Obama for President. Have you had a chance to vote for Sen. Obama yet?
Margaret (emphatically): I don't vote, I pray! It does a lot more good anyway!
Note that Margaret is a registered voter and cast a ballot in 2004.
More to come, but I wanted to get these in to get things started.
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