Archive for August, 2010

naked power

Posted in democrats, obama, obama era with tags , on August 30, 2010 by Word-Drum

holy crap!

hat tip Free Republic

                               

That’s how it looks, Bugs. But how smart are the people who sold us on “The New Camelot”?

america’s iron lady

Posted in conservatives, economy, Islam, Israel, life, politics with tags on August 27, 2010 by Word-Drum

 No mosque at Ground Zero.

 Yes, Mrs. President.

 Palestinians,     
you must simmer down. You cannot continue to worship and honor death and hatred. Give back the rifles and there will be no more aid from the American taxpayer. You’re on your own. Israel is your only hope.

  Yes, Mrs. President.

 Start drilling.

Thank you, Mrs. President.

 Darn it.

 Shoot!

 I’m melting…

 Yes, I’ll take that job.

 Great! Thank God the government is off my back. Let’s work together and improve our lives and help the country and the world with our own money.

 Too many dead babies in Heaven. Please help.

 I will.

 Good Night, Todd. I think we are back on track.

 The sky’s the limit.

 Thank you, Barack Obama.

jew of the year (not really)

Posted in 9/11, Islam, liberals, news and politics, obama era, religion with tags , on August 26, 2010 by Word-Drum

                                          I love this website…

Bare Naked Islam:

Spurred by a recent boom in sales in the region, Bloomberg is expanding its Dubai office into a regional hub, a move that will as much as quadruple its local staff over the next year.

The new regional hub will cover the GCC, Iraq, Jordan, Lebanon, Egypt, Afghanistan, Pakistan, India, Sri Lanka, Bangladesh and Nepal.

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new productions for word-drum records

Posted in music, word-drum with tags on August 25, 2010 by Word-Drum

The Talent

                           1. “I’m A Crazy Bitch” – Nancy Pelosi

2. “Breath To America” – The Fire-Breathing Sharia Sisters

                3. “Show Me Your Golf Scores, Mr. President” –
                               The Jerome Corsi Singers

4. “Pull My Daisy” (live version) – Daisy Kahn and The Con Job

               5. “Jews Can’t Jump (Me)” – Jeremiah Wright

6. “Al’s Wacky Weekend With Osama” – UBL ReMix Company

                             7. “Endorse This” – Tiger Woods

my trip to mecca

Posted in 9/11, Islam, news and politics, religion, word-drum with tags on August 22, 2010 by Word-Drum

My trip to Mecca
did not happen
it’s Tora Bora
for Jewish Rappin’
I’m all about
finger snappin’
not mutilation
and whips crackin’

I only wanted
to build a shul
a funky little place
where Jews are cool
and maybe a school
Get real you say
this guy’s a fool

My trip to Mecca
was to be for peace
to build a bridge
defrost the fridge
and make the war cease
hostility decrease
if time, drop a rhyme
for a prisoner release

Not gonna happen
like the Ground-Zero Mosque
I’ll take Manhattan
they can keep Mecca
the Mosque gets tossed
or America’s lost
we’ll fight for freedom
at any cost

 

 

 

 

Update:

Atlas Shrugs:

ATLAS EXCLUSIVE! GROUND ZERO MOSQUE IMAM FEISAL’S EXTREMISM EXPOSED: IN HIS OWN WORDS: “the United States has more blood on its hands than al Qaida,” Elimination of Israel, the N-Word, “Fahrenheit 911”
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gippy and the hizzies

Posted in obama era, word-drum with tags on August 17, 2010 by Word-Drum

Guest Blogger: Gippy the Hippy

Last year I invited Mr. Florien Stain (aka Dirty Floor) to write a post about Hannah Giles.(Hannah The Angel)

Now I welcome Gippy the Hippy to tell you a little story.

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Gippy and the Hizzies 

by Gippy the Desert Hippy

I don’t label things. I didn’t even name my dog. I asked him what he calls himself and he said Barack. So that’s his name.

I live out in the desert with Barack. Up until last week I looked after land that some rich dude owns.

One day this Land Rover pulled up to my trailer. Two real friendly guys with beards like mine asked me if I owned the land. I told them I could give them the number of Goldberg the owner.

I could tell they were Arabs. They probably didn’t want to hassle with Jews. I told them that I respect them. They warmed up to me even more and broke out some real fine Lebanese hash. We sat watching the sun set over the desert, smoking that rightous kief and drinking tea.

They were looking for a nice secluded spot where they could pray and perhaps shoot off some rifles once in a while…to celebrate the victories of their favorite soccer teams and for religious holidays.

I agreed to let them use a spot by the canyon. They would give me an ounce of hash every two weeks.

More and more of them started rolling in there. They had a real nice Camp. It was some sort of club. They called themselves Hizzbowler or something like that. I just called them Hizzies.

The Hizzies and I got along fine. They didn’t bother me and I did likewise. Old man Goldberg never visited his property. And no one was building anything so there was hardly anybody else around.

Pedro and Juan, who were my closes neighbors, told me they liked the Hizzies too. Most of them spoke real good Spanish.

My neighbors crossed over the border but never made it to L.A. where they were both heading. They found each other and fell in love. It turns out many of the Hizzies are also gay. They had parties at the Mexican boy’s trailer almost every night.

Things got a little weird when I asked if I could join their club. They call me Gippy the Hippy but I do like guns.

They told me first I must become a Muslim. I told them I was of all faiths and was already part Muslim. This was impossible according to them.

Gippy ain’t down with the Neo-Cons, so I wouldn’t label them Terrorists. Not until one of them finally told me:

“We are more than a club. I have been teaching Spanish and training mujahideen down in South America for the last few years. Now all operations have moved into the next phase: consolidating our forces for operation in North America.”

“There is great opportunity for Americans who work with us. But any who stand in our way won’t last long. We have power at the top and forces on the ground almost ready to strike. “

Barack!, my dog barked. I almost pissed my pants, I was so scared by this dude.

The next day I moved out and called Goldberg to tell him I quit.

“What happened?” he asked me. “Did you screw up?”

“I wouldn’t label it that.” I told him.

word-drum’s wedding photos

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on August 12, 2010 by Word-Drum

Rush put his photos on something called FaceBook

…while Word-Drum and other ‘jazz musicians’ swing with FakeBook.