Ernie Els Scoffs at democrat liberal Losers Idiocy

STACK YOUR PLATES ON HERE AND THEY WILL NEVER FALL OVER

"I WOULD BE ON KNEES TO BE OBAMA'S RUNNING MATE"

GISELE TAKES A BREAK FROM RIDING E. ELS

A little known fact is that Ernie is afraid to sleep alone

"F**k you Hillary, you can't pay me enough to do you or Bill"

OR MAYBE A LITTLE WHITE DRESS?

Back in September of 2005, on the first day of school, Martha Cothren,
a social studies school teacher at Robinson High School in Little
Rock, did something not to be forgotten.

On the first day of school, with the permission of the school
superintendent, the principal and the building supervisor, she removed all of
the desks out of her classroom.

When the first period kids entered the room they discovered that there
were no desks.  "Ms. Cothren, where're our desks?"    She replied, "You
can't have a desk until you tell me what you have done to earn the
right to sit at a desk."   They thought, "Well, maybe it's our grades." 
  "No," she said.   "Maybe it's our behavior."

She told them, "No, it's not even your behavior."   And so, they came
and went, the first period, second period, third period.  Still no desks
in the classroom.

By early afternoon television news crews had started gathering in
Ms.Cothren's classroom to report about this crazy teacher who had taken all
the desks out of her room.

The final period of the day came and as the puzzled students found
seats on the floor of the deskless classroom, Martha Cothren said,
"Throughout the day no one has been able to tell me just what he/she has done
to earn the right to sit at the desks that are ordinarily found in this
classroom. Now I am going to tell you."

At this point, Martha Cothren went over to the door of her classroom
and opened it.   Twenty-seven (27) U.S. Veterans, all in uniforms,
walked into that classroom, each one carrying a school desk.

The Vets began placing the school desks in rows, and then they would
walk over and stand alongside the wall.   By the time the last soldier
had set the final desk in place those kids started to understand, perhaps
for the first time in their lives, just how the right to sit at those
desks had been earned.

Martha said, "You didn't earn the right to sit at these desks. These
heroes did it for you. They placed the desks here for you.  Now, it's up
to you to sit in them. It is your responsibility to learn, to be good
students, to be good citizens. They paid the price so that you could
have the freedom to get an education. Don't ever forget it."

Whoreable Behavior by Ann Coulter (more by this author) Posted 03/12/2008 ET 

Updated 03/12/2008 ET  This is a disaster for Hillary Clinton.  According to the 

wiretaps, New York Gov. Eliot Spitzer was delighted to be 

getting the prostitute "Kristen" again. At least he knew her name. It took 

Monica Lewinsky's boyfriend six sexual encounters to remember her name 

(raising his lifetime average to 8.2).  You know that queasy feeling you get thinking about Bill Clinton back in the 

White House again? Now you remember why. Hillary Clinton couldn't feel worse 

about the Spitzer case if she were an actual New Yorker. 

 Proving that Karl Marx got everything wrong -- more bad news for Hillary -- 

history is indeed repeating itself, but, contra Marx, the first time as farce, 

the second time as tragedy. Clinton's scandal was hilarious; Spitzer's is just depressing.  

Most people outside of New York can't grasp the enormity of Spitzer's political free fall.  

Eliot Spitzer was the golden boy with an absolutely charmed life. His parents were the 

children of Jewish immigrants, who created a Ralph Lauren lifestyle for their children.  

Spitzer's father made half a billion dollars in New York real estate and raised three 

high-achieving children -- two lawyers and a neurosurgeon. In a family like that, becoming 

governor of New York makes you the black sheep.  Spitzer went to the best schools -- Horace Mann, Princeton and Harvard Law School. He must 

have written some good papers.  He lives at the perfect address (Fifth Avenue and 79th St.) with his perfect 

Harvard Law School-educated Southern Baptist wife -- whose parents must be 

telling her they told her so right about now -- and their three perfect 

daughters. (Admittedly, the apartment is a gift from Dad: A mere top-flight 

education doesn't get you an apartment overlooking Central Park.)  And now Spitzer's entire anal-retentive, good paper-writing life has collapsed 

in the horrifying image of a frenzied masturbator. This is the most complete 

coup de grace imaginable, short of an assassin's bullet.  Spitzer's life is ruined. 

It doesn't matter if he has defenders who will wail, 

"It's his private life!" It doesn't matter if he fights the charges. It doesn't 

matter if this was a political prosecution. As Talleyrand said: "It's worse than 

a crime; it's a blunder."  Eliot Spitzer, Harvard Law graduate and Fifth Avenue denizen, 

is forevermore: 

"Client No. 9."  Forget about his career -- those around him better have him on suicide watch. 

Dudley Do-Right is on tape in a white-knuckle negotiation with pimps about payment 

for a prostitute. (Let's just be thankful that there's no anti-Semitic expression 

for Jews haggling about money.)  No one will ever be able to look him in the eye again. 

How can Spitzer hold a 

press conference when reporters won't stop giggling at him?  Spitzer can't go to the 

restaurants he used to frequent. He can't go to the 

Whitney Museum near his apartment. He can't go to track meets at his daughters' 

expensive private school. He can't show his face in public.  The golden boy's disgrace is 

deep and subliminal; it can't be expunged.  One shudders to imagine the sepulchral gloom 

pervading the Spitzer home this week. 

At least Hillary would liven the place up with some lamp-throwing.  Whatever Spitzer's 

flaws, he was a pristine product of wealth and attainment. And he 

threw away a star-studded life of accomplishment in a wanton, reckless pursuit of 

sex with prostitutes.  There's no prettifying what Spitzer has done. The Web site of the 

"Emperor's Club 

VIP" whorehouse patronized by Spitzer heroically claims the prostitutes -- or 

"models" -- are chosen for their "level of education, family background, intelligence, 

personality."  One can almost hear the typical John, heavy-breathing into the phone: "And this 

one you call 'Busty Betty' -- does she come from a good family? Parents still 

together? What church do they attend?"  Surprising no one, police wiretaps indicate that the 

"models" were semi-literate, 

could not learn to swipe a credit card and seemed invariably to be on drugs. That's 

what you get for $2,000 an hour in this charming business.  After one prostitute missed an 

appointment and left a "crazy" text message for one of her pimps, 

the procurer remarks that the girl is on drugs. It seems, the procurer adds, 

"a lot of these girls deteriorate to this point."  Behold the "victimless" crime of 

prostitution. Hard to believe these girls would 

turn to drugs. Having sex with strangers for money, nothing to live for ... just 

thinking about it makes me want to take drugs.  It's absurd to talk about 

Spitzer's problem being "hypocrisy" -- as if everything 

would be fine if only he had previously advocated legalized prostitution.  

It's absurd to talk about "alpha males" and political power -- an alpha male 

does 

not bring his family shame and disaster. Who was more alpha than Ronald Reagan? 

Think he ever had a "whore problem"? This is more like a dog who wee-wees on your 

leg.  It's absurd to talk about legal defenses. This guy has fallen from the 

pinnacle of New 

York society to being a disgrace to his class. He's the Ivy League version of 

Paris Hilton.  That was always the advantage Clinton had: We never expected any better. 

He went from Skunk Trot, 

Ark., to Skunk Trot, Ark. Spitzer fell from Fifth Avenue to Skunk Trot, Ark.

SHE DOESN'T EVEN PAY AND GETS FREE STOCK TIPS

SHE'S GOT BROWN HAIR JIM

JIM....HERE IS WHAT YOU ARE LOOKING FOR

THE KEY TO PUTTING IS FOCUSING ON THE HOLE

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ...... I suspect it MAY have been a Hillary supporter who reads Gunrunner's blog.  Dear bloghi.com webmaster, as one can obviously see the contents of this blog are neither inappropriate in any way or computer generated.  It appears some bitter individual thought it be fun to make my blog as spam.  I suppose that childlike behavior was supposed to hurt my feelings.  Should I call Oprah to discuss this?

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