Friday's Caption (How's That For A Compelling Title?)

Second worst neighbour in the world: anyone with a stereo system like this.

Worst neighbour in the world: someone with a stereo like this who loves Barry Manilow

Enough Politics, Back To The Foolishness

The real reason Britney dumped K-Fed

Whack-A-Chirac

"I was in America recently and I discovered this game they play. There are these mechanical moles, you see, and they suddenly pop up from their holes, and American children line up to whack these moles with a stick, or with their hands. But the moles, they are very clever, and they move very quickly, and they operate independently of each other without any logic to their movements, so you never know where or when they are going to appear. And the children of America all love this game. They have been playing it for generations. But as I watched them play, it made me think of Iraq..."

Remembrance Day / Veteran's Day

Why say anything when it's all been said before and far better than I could ever say it...

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

               John McCrae

Where The Rose Is Sown

We're at war     All the papers say
We will win      I read today
We are strong    It wasn't us
We are right     Who started this

Leave your work  I just left school
Leave your home  I am no fool
Take up arms     It left me strong
Sound alarms     The school bell rings

Sons of men who stand like gods
We give life to feed the cause
And run to ground our heathen foe
Our name will never die
This time will be forever

Join up here    I wave good-bye
We need you     Oh my breast sighs
Have no fear    Now I must try
God will be     With braver men

Take the vow    I know it's right
Praise the flag The good fight
We're at war    I'm on my way
We will win     Why do I pray

Sons of men who stand like gods
We give life to feed the cause
And run to ground our heathen foe
Our name will never die
This time will be forever

I wait here in this hole
Playing poker with my soul
I hold the rifle close to me
It lights the way to keep me free

If I die in a combat zone
Box me up and ship me home
If I die and still come home
Lay me where the rose is sown

Sons of men who stand like gods
We give life to feed the cause
And run to ground our heathen foe
Our name will never die
This time will be forever

               Stuart Adamson

Mid-Term Election Special

"Dig in, boys! How about you, Soldier? You look like you could use a leg."

"Oh. Sorry, fella. I didn't notice... "

"Landmine, huh?"








Dubya's recurring nightmare about what really goes on at the U.N.









Hello, my name's Mark Foley, your Republican representive from the 16th district in Florida. And now I'd like to do a number from the great Bob Dylan. It's called "My Page's Back"... I mean, uh, "My Back Pages".











George W. Bush takes a moment to consult with his chief advisor, the tiny devil permanently perched on his right shoulder.

A Day Late And Five Digits Short

Yes, there were times when Julie felt she'd been a bit harsh, but Tom had certainly gotten the point, and he never again attempted to cop a feel.