Daily Insanity

This bout of insanity rests firmly on the shoulders of the screwball politicians who believe they can legislate morality. Once more they’re going to tell some person, male or female, they can, at age 18, join the military, go fight and get their ass shot at, off or maybe killed for this Country, but they cannot legally drink a beer. If they don’t have the mental acumen to make a choice whether to drink sensibility, then they certainly don’t have the brains to avoid going in harms way for some poop for brains politician who didn’t serve.

New Hampshire considers lowering drinking age to 20

Lawmakers again are considering lowering the drinking age in New Hampshire, though they’ve rejected similar bills in the past.

Republican Rep. Dan Hynes of Merrimack told a House committee Tuesday that countries with lower drinking ages don’t have the same problems with alcohol as the United States.

Under his proposal, 20-year-olds could drink alcohol in private settings, but couldn’t buy it or consume it in public. He said that would allow the state to keep federal transportation funding tied to the drinking age, but a state Department of Safety attorney disagreed. Police chiefs also opposed the bill.

In past years, lawmakers rejected lowering the age to 19 for active-duty military or allowing those over 18 to drink when accompanied by adults. Similar bills also have failed in other states.

This law if passed is nothing.
Call if a BFD on it’s face.


Ponder this

Don’t bother about being modern. Unfortunately it is the one thing that, whatever you do, you cannot avoid.

~ Salvador Dali

Middle Finger


Ponder this

He was as great as a man can be without morality.

~ Alexis de Tocqueville


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Toon in


Stilton’s Place

Stilton’s Place

Renegade Renovations

When the President of the United States calls you on the phone, you damn well listen…

“Stilt? Don. With all of this Russia crap, and let me tell you it IS crap, because I’ve seen some very, very bad crap in my day and this crap is much, much worse. Much much. It’s crap! Where was I?”

“Russian crap.”

“Right – the stupid lying fake news media is using it to bury my agenda. I can’t get my big ideas out there. Spicer was a great guy, great guy, but he wasn’t getting it done. So he’s over. Back to the minors.”

“How can I help?”

“I want to draw attention to one American family being made great again, as they hire American laborers to completely rebuild their humble and outdated middle-class home and make it great again! Even MSNBC will eat it up! It’s all about the pictures. And Stilt – I want those to be pictures of you.”

“Me, Mr. President?! But why?

“Many, many good reasons. You don’t look like a rich guy, you look like a schlub. But a hot wife. Very hot. Too good for you, frankly. And people love that whole dynamic. “What the hell has he got that we don’t know about,” they’ll ask themselves. And then there’s your crumbling house. When was the last time you remodeled it?”

“30 years ago.”

“Perfect. We’ll say Carter broke your heart and you haven’t recovered your confidence till now. Been a mental wreck. When people see your picture they’ll buy it. Totally. Totally.”

“So, uh, what do you want me to do?”

“You’ll be the new focus of “Make An American House Great Again.” You’ll share every detail of upgrading your sad little home while energizing the economy with seemingly endless construction bills.”

“But…this will cost tens of thousands of dollars, Mr. President! Where will I get that kind of money?!”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve got that money in your Russian bank account if you know what I mean. Wink-wink, nudge-nudge. So will you do it, Stilt? For Me, for Melania, and for America?”

“Of course, Mr. President. I’ll get right on it.”

“And as a little thank you, none of your readers will ever get audited again. But that’s way off the books. Hush-hush stuff. Loose lips sink ships. Zip it. Ix-nay. Turn the lock and throw away the key.”

“Understood. I won’t let you down, Mr. President.”

“You never have, Stilt. God bless you, you never have.” [snip]