Super prosecutor, New York Govenor Elliot Spitzer BUSTED

One lone chinese protester standing against all the power of China in Tianenman square June 5, 1989 during protest against the "corruption of the Chinese Communist Party. The Chinese student association and Chinese Red Cross estimate 2-300 students were killed during those protests.

America currently imprisons more people than China.

Elliot Spitzer former prosecutor turned New York Governor famous for bulldogging people to death and then seeking the toughest sentences available busted for, ta da, being a "John" instead of an Elliot. It would appear however than other than exposing himself as the hypocrite most of the politicians paid to make and enforce laws legislating morality are, did in such a manner as to violate federal law, i,e, the "mann act" by importing a prostitute across state lines for the purpose of, oh my God are you ready for this, having sex. Now I'm not sure why else you would transport, or have transported, or help transport (all those and more apparently can get you busted) a prostitute across state lines. But apparently the law doesn't just apply to, but does include prostitutes. Chuck Berry (remember him) got busted on this one.

Ol Elliot, who has in the past prosecuted and had thrown in jail many a prostitute, paid by the taxpayers of New York, don't go cheap. He gets a $4300.00 an hour prostitute and apparently runs a tab with the reputable prostitute company he does business with which is part of what led the FBI to trip over him, referred to in documents as "client 9".

Now here we got Elliot who is paid by the taxpayers getting busted for doing the wild thing (where were his taxpayer paid for body guards?) as a result of a taxpayer paid for investigation being done by the FBI. You know the dudes that were so busy doing other stuff they never followed up on leads that may have keep certain dudes out of airliner cockpits and using them as missiles against us? Yeah you know, that FBI. And we got a lot of other folk doing the same sort of thing on our dime.

As far as I'm concerned, I got no problem with folk doing the "wild thing". In fact if there are ladies out there getting like $50,000 a weekend, legalize it, tax it and we ought be out of the recession in a heartbeat.

The problem I got is all these folk we elect to represent us. We pay to represent us. Making and breaking laws you and I would go to jail for and they negotiate away. Hell they even keep their offices when anybody else would be in jail.

But it's the class thing you know. We have mentioned i,t oh maybe once or twice. It is the widening gulf between the haves and the have-not's. The powerful vs. the powerless. The privileged against the disenfranchised. Those who have "RIGHTS" and those who suffer under some illusion that they are supposed to have "rights".

Ever been on the wrong side of an officers gun? Try talking rights.

Power corrupts and "We the people" who are the government, who have the power, have given it away and whimper meekly as those we have given it to use it against us.

"We the people", "WE", "US", "YOU and I" are responsible for the decline of the greatest country on earth because "WE" get a 51 inch plasma T.V. a case a beer and a weekend of football and pretend we are Americans!Add to Technorati Favorites

The Irony of it all- Freedom vs Brittany

Now please don't take the following as complaining or bitching. Yes I know that there are some out there that read the stuff posted here and think that dudes an ass. Hell, probably even more that read one or two post and thought that dudes and ass and ain't been back. Ya know, for the life of me I just can't figure it out being the calm, patient, tolerant, gentle soul that I be.

But every once in awhile I likes to peruse my analytics to see how I can make this little labor of love that my ol lady refers to as a waste of time better. Now, though this little labor of love/waste of time is supposed to be about freedom and individual rights and other such garbage, every once in awhile, if what I think (keeping in mind that thinking for me is very difficult and often hurts, the only cure being a succession of 9 volt batteries to the tongue while watching the weather channel) an exceptionally funny story (meaning one that hasn't been forwarded 33,000 times) or nice looking babe comes to my attention (short as it may be) I post it. If it happens to be a funny story about a babe accompanied by pictures well then, all the better.

However thats generally the exception and not the rule cause I have to work at staying focused.
Like thats even harder than thinking. So anyway I'm looking at my analytics and find that two of the posts that have gotten the most hits are Greeks blond Jokes and Foxy Riders little story about a nurse and motorcycle cop. The posts with the least hits are generally those that have to with individual rights and freedoms. Like really weird huh?

Now maybe it's just me that finds it odd that when people click on a site that states right up front it's about rights and freedom they go straight to the blond jokes and a post by FOXY RIDER. Odder still that they would click on a link to go to a site that states up front that its about rights and freedom and then not finding the blond jokes or the babes, leave immediately.
Like hello, when googling this site it does not say, go here for blond jokes. I will give you this however. Blonde's are funny.

Hell, one of the most popular hits was a post about Mel Gibson playing a Mongol in a movie about that MC club. Go figure will ya. People are strange (and yes I include myself as a people). But what I can't figure out is, if the internet is built on porn and celebrity gossip, then babes should not be hard to find. Unless of course mom and dad got nanny watch or whatever installed. So why come here looking for them. Kinda like looking for a Blond joke in the constitution and then not finding any throwing away the constitution (no I do not take myself that seriously).

Yes I know Bikers are supposed to be notorious for tit flashing, wild parties and debauchery. But that was yesterday. That was before the most common refrain uttered from a Bikers lips was , "Yes Dear". That was before the dentist in his jammies asked his Barbie doll, "Baby I mowed the grass yesterday, do you mind if I go riding with the boys while your at the mall?"

Her answer being, "Don't let me hear you have been up at Hooters again." Cause ya know don't ya. that all real bikers head straight for that den of inequity? And as he's walking out the door she hollers, "hang on, let me straighten that flag pin on your vest, it's crooked."

So it may just be that some folk click on here hopping to get a glimpse of what they may wanna be but their lifestyle and/or wives won't let them be. My apologies if we have not met your expectations. BUT, yes there is always one of those ain't there (and yes I talk southern, got a problem). I need a few more hits on this here thingy so for those of you that truly are interested in silly things like FREEDOM and YOUR RIGHTS, please bear with me or ignore the rest of this post cause I feel obligated to share this little story already having violated the bloggers rule of writing beyond the two minute attention span of most internet surfers.

But see a little while back when I didn't post for a little bit it was because Brittany Spears, having heard I quit drinking, called me asking for help. After all ol Doc Phil micked up his shot at it. Well of course I was amenable, so I told her meet me at this little bar in Demming, New Mexico. I packed a few things I knew I would need like the handcuff's, some rope and my favorite whip and headed out.

Well sure enough, she was there in all her glory. Torn thigh highs, long T-shirt, no panties and already drunk. The added surprise however was that since she had been drunk for awhile she had to get her friend Paris Hilton to drive her out and damned if she wasn't wearing panties either.

The reason for meeting in Demming of course is because it's a short hop across the border into La Paz, Mexico and last time I was there, although you got checked crossing into Mexico, for some silly reason nobody got checked coming back into the US of A. Which of course made La Paz a favorite entry point for trucks for some reason.

So anyway, I tie Brittany SPEARS sidesaddle to the back of my motorcycle and tell Paris to follow us in the Mercedes. That I'll give her a spin once we cross the border (I needed some extra bucks and knew of a place I could sell her down there. Or so I thought).

Of course the Federales stop us at the check point, but I just tell em hey this Brittany Spears. They were like ya right, prove it. So Brittany, sidesaddle on the bike says, "Look, no panties."

They were like, yep thats Brittany alright and wave us through.

Well we head to this little bar I know of where Mexican men dress like girls cause I figure Paris HILTON won't feel out of place and lo and behold. Guess who was sitting there drinking shots of tequila and listening to a Mariachi band? Mel GIBSON and Lindsey Lohan. So me and Paris pull up chairs (thought I would leave Brittany tied to the Bike for a while as advertisement and so she could sober up a bit) and I pull out some bucks for a couple of Tequilas when Mel says, "Keep your money they ain't chargin for the shots (Yeah he speaks southern too)".

"Well way cool," I exclaim, "and why not may I inquire?"

"Cause Lindsey ain't wearing no panties." Mel shoots back.

Well damn this little fad is catching on.

Being a bit hungry I call the bartender over and after a discussion of the efficacy of the nine millimeter he has tucked in his jeans I order up some baked chicken (yes I know it's mexico, home of authentic mexican cooking. But I don't order nothing beef in La Paz, been there done that). He's rambling on about how he has some special deal going on just for today for Norte Americano's when I interrupt him with, "Kind sir, can't you see we have Brittany SPEARS and Paris HILTON with us?"

He's like, "No Senior, you are pulling my leg. Please be careful the left one is wooden after losing it to a DEA agent who didn't know how to waterboard."

I said, "Way Senior, girls show him your ID please."

Well after they all flashed him at once, he hollers, "Senior, please, no more everything is on the house. Just don't let them do that again. Carumba, how can you even think of food after that?" as he walked away mumbling something about crazy Norte Americano Biker coming down here to try and earn "wings".

Ah, but little did he know, we had a whole other mission in mind.Add to Technorati Favorites