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He was the Laurel to his Hardy....








Anytime you need a token liberal
Nothin' but a body to fill a chair
The barest shadow of a person
Alan Colmes is always there.

But all those years of non-existence
Can really run a person down.
Now he's leaving Hannity forever
Alan, please don't go!
You're the only non-douchebag on that show
He's gone. Bye bye,
Oh why
He was the Tango to his cash
And he's gone.
Oh why
To the extent
That I hadn't noticed he was there
But he's gone.
Oh why
What went wrong?
He's gone. Bye bye
Oh why?
He was the Laurel to his Hardy
He's gone
To spend
More time
Not being seen with his family
He's gone
What went wrong?






The Diva just hopes that Mr. Colmes will now be able to retrieve what he had to place in a blind trust when he started on Hannity & Colmes: his manhood.











A tiny speck of blue in a sea of red

The Aging Disco Diva lives in the reddest of the red states but there is one tiny oasis of blue out in the eastern part of the state. Strangely enough it happens to be the home of my much hated college rivals. I was there on business last Friday and was pleasantly shocked to see all the lawn signs and bumper stickers that were in support of my candidate.  I will, in any case, be so glad when this whole election cycle is over. It seems that just when I think it could not get any politically dirtier (or dumber) some political talking head (or intellectually constipated reporter/radio talk show host/TV arss-hat) proves that there is no limit to the slime and stupidity we Americans can come up with when we put our minds to it. 







The country will need to take a long hot shower and scrub the political sheyat off on November 5th and until then I am nervous about what else is going to be excreted in to the airways.




So while I am holding my breath and keeping my fingers crossed until November 4th let's have some chuckles:





Who is that guy????



The original Thriller jacket on eBay...










November 4th cannot come quick enough.....


Clusterfork to the Poorhouse....




And you'all thought the late 60s and early 70s was one big acid trip....





Bizarre just does not seem to begin to cover what transpired this week.




McMurphy: [When The Chief slowly raises his hand] The Chief voted. Now, will you please turn on the television set?

Nurse Ratched: [she opens the glass panel] Mr. McMurphy, the meeting was adjourned and the vote was closed.

McMurphy: But the vote was 10 to 8. The Chief, he's got his hand up! Look!

Nurse Ratched: No, Mr. McMurphy. When the meeting was adjourned, the vote was 9 to 9.

McMurphy: Aw come on, you're not gonna say that now. You're
not gonna say that now. You're gonna pull that hen-house shit now when
the vote...the Chief just voted - it was 10 to 8. Now I want that
television set turned on, right now!

[Nurse Ratched slides the glass panel across the front of the Nurse's Station, shutting out his protest.]




Medication time. Medication time.