Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Johnny O'Bloggin"s (Belated) Musical Monday.......

This track is entitled "Call for Blood". It is off of the second album of a band called Hatebreed. Jaime Jasta (Singer) has been asked in numerous interviews, if this song has any personal meaning. He alway's seems to avoid the question...........................................................

Saturday, February 25, 2012

It's been awhile..........

 I haven't done a post of much substance lately. Just music and jokes. For this, I apologize. I assure you, I haven't lost interest in my new hobby (Blogs). I've just been so busy with the numerous remodeling projects at home. Many of you have noticed a lack of comments on your own blogs, sorry for that too, but I have been reading when I get a chance.

 So, I was thinking during the week. I should have sometime this weekend to catch up on my hobby. Maybe I'll post about the Second Amendment (I haven't forgotten). Maybe I'll post my opinion about abortion (That's soon to come as well). Then something happened last night, that is going to make me break a promise. At the beginning of the year, I said I was going to stay away from politics. MOTHERFUCKER, MOTHERFUCKER, MOTHERFUCKER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let's RANT..........(WARNING- The F-word will be highly used)

 The Queen and I met with the Accountant last night. Things were going well, he was itemizing, I was staring lovingly into my wife's eyes.(We're still newlyweds, cut me some slack) Then, he asked me a question that started a chain of events, that unfortunately you guys (and Ladies) now have to deal with. Furiously typing, never looking away from the computer screen, he asks me, "Jon, you're in the Union?". To which I proudly reply, "Yes". He asks, "So how do you feel about the tax increase?". "What tax increase?", I reply.

 So, families that make under $150,000 a year will not see an increase in their taxes? President Obama, You are a FUCKING lying sack of shit. You rotten MOTHERFUCKER. In 2014, my taxes will go up. Rough estimate is $60 per week. Seems that somewhere in that small 1100 page healthcare bill, is something about a "Cadillac" plan. So, as was explained to me, The $9.20 I pay per hour that I work, will now be taxed.

 Any brilliant Obama supporter want to debate this one with me? Black and White. The Queen and I will make around 130K. And my taxes will go up. Our buddy Mud was once appalled that I referred to the President as a Cocksucker. I take it back. He is a LYING, DIRTY, SCUMBAG, MOTHERFUCKING PIECE OF SHIT.

  ABO/12

Johnny O'Bloggin's Funny Ass Friday.........

A Virginia State trooper pulled a car over on I-64 about 2 miles south of the Virginia/West Virginia State line..
When the trooper asked the driver why he was speeding, the driver said he was a Magician and Juggler and was on his way to Beckley, WV to do a show at the Shrine Circus. He didn't want to be late.
The trooper told the driver he was fascinated by juggling and said if the driver would do a little juggling for him then he wouldn't give him a ticket. He told the trooper he had sent his equipment ahead and didn't have anything to juggle.
The trooper said he had some flares in the trunk and asked if he could juggle them.
The juggler said he could, so the trooper got 5 flares, lit them and handed them to him.
While the man was juggling, a car pulled in behind the patrol car. A drunken good old boy from West Virginia got out, watched the performance briefly, then went over to the patrol car, opened the rear door and got in. The trooper observed him and went over to the patrol car and opened the door asking the drunk what he thought he was doing.
The drunk replied, "You might as well take my ass to jail, because there ain't no way I can pass that test."

Friday, February 17, 2012

Johnny O'Bloggin's Funny Ass Friday.....................


Here's a specimen you probably won't find at Sea World, local Aquarium or even deep fried between two buns, smothered in Tartar sauce at Mickey D's.
He's sooooo bad to the fillet bone, even the sharks don't go near him.
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Monday, February 13, 2012

Johnny O'Bloggin's Musical Monday

This song is entitled "Naked". It is performed by the Bodeans. I do not like the Bodeans at all, but this song is so beautiful, that I chose it as my first dance. I'm hoping that the Queen and I can dance to this song every October 16th for the next 59 years. We already did it for our paper anniversary, and I'm looking forward to many more.


Saturday, February 11, 2012

The WINNER is !!!!!!!!!!!!! Drumroll please.................

The Beat-Off of the Month for January is ..................................................................

Rahm Emmanuel. That's right folks, Chicago's Golden Jew strikes again. I could come up with some funny shit here, but I'll let the article speak for itself.

 http://www.suntimes.com/10330310-418/more-homicides-this-january-than-last-but-crime-down-overall.html

BTW: The specialized units Emmanuel was speaking about in the last sentence were only gang, swat, K-9, and sex crime units.

Congratulations Rahm, you are truly the King Beat-Off for the month of January.

Johnny O'Bloggin's Funny Ass Friday.........

While walking down the street one day a corrupt politician was hit by a car and died. His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.
 "Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you."
 "No problem, just let me in," says the politician. "Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from the higher ups. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity."
 "Really? I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the politician. "I'm sorry, but we have our rules."
 And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.
 The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course.
In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him. Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people.
 They played a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and the finest champagne. Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who is having a good time dancing and telling jokes.
 They are all having such a good time that before the politician realizes it, it is time to go. Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises.
 The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens in heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him, "Now it's time to visit heaven...
 So, 24 hours passed with the politician joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.
 "Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity."
 The politician reflects for a minute, then he answers: "Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell."
 So, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell...
 Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls to the ground.
 The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulders.
 "I don't understand," stammers the politician. "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?"
 The devil smiles at him and says, "Yesterday we were campaigning, today, you voted".