Actually, Frank, the “Hillary bashing” I was referring to is by the wOw staff. Why are they continuing to pull up and print every negative thing they can think of about Sen. Clinton? It just goes on and on and on.

Hillary is power hungry and just outfoxed Obama into making her SOS. Obama thinks he is in charge but its the Clintons who will run this show. All the Clinton people that Obama just appointed will be more loyal to her then they will be to him.

In response to Mr. Frank Marks, the Obamaphobe: Any information available on Obama would be distorted and falsely characterized by you and your ilk - that’s the reason Obama’s campaign was as scrupulous as it was in terms of providing information. McCain’s team was equally circumspect when it came to providing ammunition for the other side to fire at them. Why else were only a very few members of the press given such extremely restricted access to the medical records of the spoiled brat admiral’s son who became a “war hero” by getting his fourth U.S. government aircraft destroyed? As for “misdoings” — nothing in Obama’s background can compare to the Keating scandal that McCain and his wife were involved in up to their eyeballs!! Likewise, McCain’s aiding and abetting in manufacturing the lies that were told to get the Iraq invasion launched should be grounds for impeaching him along with the rest of the Bush cabal. Come on Pelosi, you’ve still got time!!!

Elaine writes, “…I have two ass cheeks you can kiss and I let you take your pick of which one.” I will take you up on your offer, both sides, multiple times! This could prove to be a lot of fun! Reminds me of a story, short version. Uncle Luther, Uncle Herschel and I are down in Texas, some cow fart town, probably West Texas, working the oil fields. Guess I am around ten, twelve, maybe early teen. Drought year, crops are not doing so well, we need extra money so I am sent along with my two uncles. I am to be their maid, errand girl and head chef. Other words, I run errands, fetch them beer and fix them dinner and supper, with dinner served out on the oil field. Dinner is what most of you know as lunch except our version is served in a dinner bucket, literally a small galvanized bucket. We are staying at this really cheesy hotel, specifically for oil field workers. Nice enough, I suppose, two beds for them, a pallet on the floor for me. Our room even has a hot plate and a small refrigerator. Good enough for living for a few months while my uncles earn money to take back home to our farm. Every Friday, a maid comes in with fresh towels, any laundry and gives our room a good cleaning and sweeping. I am sitting around listening to rock music on an AM station out of Dallas while the maid works. Part of her routine is moving furniture around while cleaning and sweeping. She uses a really interesting vacuum broom thing, like an upright vacuum cleaner but no motor and spinning brushes when pushed along; an automatic something broom. Right fancy wheeled broom. Friday night, uncles come back to our room really late and smelling of white lightning. They are totally plastered. Luther and Herschel are swapping lies about these hussies at a cowboy bar, a buxom red headed hussie to be specific. Quite the dancer based on their bragging and lip puckering. Luther fetches a beer from our fridge, he is talking up a storm, not paying attention, goes to sit down in his favorite chair, the one in front of our radio, but his chair is not there rather is about four feet back; the maid moved his chair. Down he goes right on his butt, slinging beer on himself. Boy howdy, Luther is mad, “Girl, you pulling tricks again? You moved my chair.” I turn away from listening to our radio, “No, sir, the maid moved the furniture around.” This makes him even more mad and he calls downstairs to the lobby to bitch. He is yelling at some poor boy on the other end who really does not care based on my uncle not getting anywhere except more red faced and more tight jawed. Finally, my uncle gives up and yells at the boy on the phone, “Well kiss my ass and I’m just the man who can do it!” I take to laughing so hard I have to leave our room before Luther can catch me then pinch my head clean off. Okpulot Taha Choctaw Nation

Marjorie quips about life, “You do have a way of bringing comical adventures to life.” This country has come to feel the same when Congress is in session as when the baby gets hold of a hammer. — Will Rogers Amongst my favorite of humorists are Will Rogers and Samuel Clemens. Both men are icons of salt-of-the-earth humor and both men had their feet well planted in reality. This commoner humor touches the many with comical humility, touches with a bittersweet ring of truth. Whether roping wild horses or roping in winnings from a wild game of poker on a riverboat, both men never lost touch with their own humanity. This is quite the gift of ordinary hard working peoples. Never look a gift horse in the wrong end — Okpulot Taha Okpulot Taha Choctaw Nation