NEVER TOLERATE TYRANNY!....Conservative voices from the GRASSROOTS.

HELLISH HUMOR

BOMAMMA’S

HELL

I had a terrible dream the other night...

I dreamed that I had died, going ‘downtown instead of uptown’.

When I arrived at the gates of hell, I was greeted by none other than, you guessed it, BOMAMMA!

He said he was in charge now, and that he had "changed" a few things when he took over. Since he has always been "Pro-choice", that now all new arrivals are given their "choice" of two different eternities. Thereby, he led me to a giant, stadium-like rotunda, with two massive wrought iron doors on either end of the rotunda. There were signs over each of the two doors. One sign said "CHOICE # 1", the other said "CHOICE # 2", flashing their crimson, neon message on two giant tele-prompters.

Whereupon, he led me to door number one, and with a booming, artificialy reverbed, football umpire-like voice (that ubiquitous voice that had driven me to an early demise trying to escape it), ordered it opened by it’s gargoyle-like guards.

Then, those massive iron-clad doors swung open, and before me, as far as the eye could see, were row upon row of people, standing upside down in a desert, naked, with their heads buried or burrowed to their waists, with only their legs swaying and writhing in the stifling desert hot sand. It was horrifying!

I then asked him if I could see behind door number two, hoping for the best. He said "O.K., but you realize that by turning down door number one, you have forfeited it forever and must now take door number two".

Grudgingly, I followed him across the massive rotunda until we were presently standing squarely in front of door number two, whereupon he ordered the doors opened, in that booming, artificialy reverbed voice that I had grown to despise, and before me, as far as the eye could see, were billions of people standing, waist deep and naked, in a lake of manure of all sorts. But they were all drinking coffee.

My panic-ridden brain was feverishly calculating the pros and cons of making this choice. I reasoned-"Well, I’ve always been a coffee lover...and at least I wouldn’t have to spend eternity upside down, ...and, ...and, ...and, at least I could talk to the others!.... and socialize with them, too!!!" I was full of "Hope".

Thereupon, after reconciling the pros and cons thusly, I cheerfully stripped off my clothes and jumped in, grabbing a cup of piping-hot coffee, fixed just the way I liked it! I looked back as those massive doors swung shut again, with a deafening clanging sound that I shall never forget.

Then, just as I was tipping the coffee cup to my lips, from somewhere high above that putrid lake of filth came that booming voice again, over what seemed to be a multi-thousand decibel public address system. My blood curdled upon hearing the ear-withering, mind-numbing, heart-breaking words:

"Alright, coffee break’s over!

...everybody back on your heads!!!"

(.......I awoke in a cold sweat, and haven’t slept a wink since....I'M HEADING FOR SEATTLE!! )

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THIS JUST IN FROM Member Wayne Mercier:

MORAL INTEGRITY TEST

This test only has one question, but it's a very important one. By giving
an honest answer, you will discover where you stand morally.

The test features an unlikely, completely fictional situation in which you
will have to make a decision. Remember that your answer needs to be honest,
yet spontaneous.

Please scroll down slowly and give due consideration to each line.

THE SITUATION:

You are in Florida , Miami to be specific. There is chaos all around you
caused by a hurricane with severe flooding. This is a flood of Biblical
proportions. You are a photojournalist working for a major newspaper, and
you're caught in the middle of this epic disaster. The situation is nearly
hopeless.

You're trying to shoot career-making photos. There are houses and people
swirling around you, some disappearing under the water. Nature is
unleashing all of its destructive fury.

THE TEST:

Suddenly you see a man and a woman in the water. They are fighting for
their lives, trying not to be taken down with the debris. You move closer.
Somehow they look familiar … you suddenly realize who they are.

It's Barack Obama and Nancy Pelosi!! At the same time you notice that the
raging waters are about to take them under forever.

You have two options:

You can save their lives or you can shoot a dramatic Pulitzer Prize winning
photo, documenting the deaths of two of the world's most powerful people

NOW, Here's the question; and please give an honest answer ...

Would you select high contrast color film, or would you go with the classic
simplicity of black and white?