They call it hazing on college campuses. We have become a nanny state.

You can say that all you want, but that doesn't make it true. Well,maybe if you put it in shouting caps, and click your heels at the same time, like that other poster, it'll be true for you.



Dawn breaks over Marblehead. That's exactly how people become eligible. Who finally told you, just out of curiosity?



Fascists don't bad mouth government; they buddy right up to it, to the point where they're blended with government, and together, as one cozy, badly-tuned unit, they oppress people, such as anarchists, and, uhmnn...well, people just like you, even if you haven't yet figured out what a fascist is.

And why shouldn't I take it? Do you imagine that if I don't, then the government will think, "Geeze...VM is right...we'd better end this Ponzi scheme, pronto!"? It's too late for selfless, heroic, useless principle, youngster. It would be for naught; the whole rotten structure crumbles, and SS will go with it.



Obama drops it off, bows, kisses my hand, hops back on his unicorn, and trots off...it's the darndest thing...I'm so liking geezerhood.



Not yet, but I may be, so keep working and contributing. I'll be wanting to stock up on some potent meds, so I can chill as I watch this sucker implode.

Viagra's for wimps; I use a Popsicle stick, and staples to keep it from getting lost.

No. For you, it'll always be Groundhog day.



No



Then don't go. If I go, I'll be sure to ask the Mexicans if you appeal to them. They can be pretty picky, though, so just tell me, in 4 words or fewer, what you taste like. Are you hot? They like hot things.



Better you than me, that's for sure. The port calls have to be like dropping off a carrier, with 6,000 other guys, into Disney's World of the Caribbean. Say hello to the flying fish for me. And the tuna.



Sorry...if you're not like me from the beginning, you can never be like me. You're in luck, though; I am a ventriloquist for hire. That's right...as long as you promise to keep working like a dog, to pay for my SS, then, for a fee, I'll stand next to you and say smart things. It'll be a Change They Can Believe In, because your friends will never catch on. Heck, they probably don't know what "fascist" is, either...I'll just tell them he was the drummer for the Rory and the Hurricanes.



Valentine Michael. Valentine was my dad, and Michael was my mother. Winston was my cousin. A horrible end...but at least he achieved his dream, and died famous. Or, famously died, at least, so at least he did something with his miserable life. And at the end, his constant nose-picking was cured...not an inconsequential thing.

If he were to be reincarnated, he'd probably look like a lot Tim Straw. Not everybody gets to be famous twice!