Ric sent me this one.

Old farts like Ron and me remember the Platters and one of their hits, My Prayer.

Ron has updated it with new lyrics.

When the Kenyan is gone, and no toadies are spinning,
When the phony is gone, we can get back to work,
And start to get rid of welfare, that’s our prayer

Our prayer is to impeach the fraud,
Fix the damage he’s caused, with his vast ignorance.
Our prayer is to throw out his broad
Who spends millions each year, in supreme arrogance.

Today while our debt grows and grows
‘Cause socialist goals are about all he knows,

Our prayer is for that chicken bone,
Or a loony raghead, or a runaway drone,
So that he won’t be there at the end of our prayer.

Many readers have sent me this one.

Michael Douglas recently stated that his throat cancer was caused by the human papilloma virus, which he acquired by giving oral sex to women.

Is this a sound medical diagnosis, or is he simply the latest Democrat to blame everything on Bush?

Toejam sent me this. He told me the plumber was expensive, but he was worth it.