Scrolling Through Farcebook

We keep losing power — on and off — so here’s what I’m doing tonight…I’m going to type a little, publish a little, etc. I’m scrolling through my Farcebook page and I’m going to comment on the things that grab my attention. Definitely — here’s my opinion and you’re welcome to it. Come back for seconds if you’d like…

Half of the state on some sort of travel restriction due to weather. Oh yeah? I’ll travel if I want — whatever boneheads. I’ve got a trip to Chicago tomorrow and your recommendation will just go in one ear and out the other. I’m really curious about the legality of these sorts of restrictions. I am allowed to travel freely from one place to another unless martial law has been declared, yes? Unless this is the case, piss off. (And even if it is the case — piss off.) Bye.

Obama Administration ordering U.S. troops in Afghanistan to carry weapons with no bullets. For real? I find the source to be a little questionable, but if this is true I think it basically qualifies as homicide. Round up Mr. President and any other idiot responsible — treason, plain and simple.

Reconstructing Noah’s Ark based on instructions found on an ancient Babylonian tablet sounds like a great idea! I’m intrigued. This tablet apparently states that the ark is a round, disk-shaped vessel. Oh yeah? Floating saucer with animals — bet there’s some shit slinging going on there!

Now that’s a storm! This winter has been pretty harsh, I’ll grant you that. But I remember the Blizzard of ’78 — and it makes this winter look like a nice spring day.

Complete and utter bullshit. There’s a reason military personnel aren’t allowed to have a beard. Besides the obvious lack of uniformity that they create, beards prevent your gas mask from sealing properly when on your face. The turban? Meh — that’s OK, I suppose. But beards…definitely not safe for the soldier and/or his comrades in arms.

I’ll leave you with this little gem I found in my feed:

I was eating breakfast with my 10 year old Granddaughter and I asked her, “What day is tomorrow?”

After a pause, she replied, “It’s President’s Day!” She is a smart kid.

I asked, “What does President’s Day mean?” I was waiting for something about Lincoln or Washington, etc.

She replied, “President’s Day is when President Obama steps out of the White House and if he sees his shadow, we have 4 more years of bullshit.”

You know, it hurts when hot coffee spurts out of your nose!

That’s some funny shit, right there. I don’t care who you are. RJC

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