I spent yesterday lining up to vote in the

I spent yesterday lining up to vote in the Afghan election so I'm laid up today with a severe case of burka rash. The only known cure for burka rash is to take one goat grazed on

the platitudes of complacent western democracies & put it on a diet of human dignity & self determination. I'm lothe to point my inky finger but by standing in line in a burka, I

Ware of my dog. He bites anyone who is liberal or a social justice warrior. He eavesdrops on you. So beware. I am not politically correct and don't want to be. Idiocracracy is the

best policy in my book" Then suddenly his dog growled jumped up and ate him whole.

He fought his way back out of his dog's stomach and took the dog straight to the pound. He was soon adopted by a nice little boy named Charlie, but he tried to eat Charlie, too.

But Charlie was different. He accepted the dog for what he was--hungry. "Hasn't anyone fed you yet?" They both looked at each other with sadness in their eyes.

"I haven't partaken of victuals in nearly a fortnight," the dog replied. Charlie leaped backwards onto the garden fence, eyes wide. "Man, I knew that last bong wasn't a good idea."

"Good grief Charlie Brown, it is only me, Snoopy, your dog", the dog seemed to be saying to him. "I am saying it, Charlie Brown." "Did you and Lucy smoke another spliff?" Sally jum

ped him, wrestling the joint from his grip. "Ha!" Sally cried, “Gimme a match!” He cackled, "Your ass and my face!” And match in hand, he leapt off the comic strip and passed away.