If you would like to see my brother doing standup, here it is:

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Q. Which of these fundamentalist nutbags is scarier?

Bill Donahue of the Catholic League

Osama Bin Laden of Al-Qaeda

A. If you’re John Edwards, apparently Bill Donahue is the scarier entity after seeing Edwards fold this week. So, for any of you Edwards supporters out there, please ask yourself how Edwards could stand up to Bin Laden, if he can’t even stand up to Bill Donahue.

All I can is, it’s about time Saddam was executed. That’s the face of a REAL DICTATOR. Too often times we throw terms around like “fascist” and “dictator” to show our displeasure with our own president’s bad policies. Saddam was the real deal, and we’re better off with him dead.

Not even sure what to day about this one:

http://www.slate.com/id/2155745/

Update: Someday I’ll get this html fixed up properly.

Your results:
You are Wash (Ship Pilot)

Wash (Ship Pilot) 75% Dr. Simon Tam (Ship Medic) 70% Zoe Washburne (Second-in-command) 65% Kaylee Frye (Ship Mechanic) 40% Malcolm Reynolds (Captain) 40% Alliance 40% Inara Serra (Companion) 30% Derrial Book (Shepherd) 15% River (Stowaway) 15% Jayne Cobb (Mercenary) 10% A Reaver (Cannibal) 0%

You are a pilot with a good if not silly sense of humor. You take pride in your collection of toys. You love your significant other.

I am putting forth the idea that I might be more of a cowboy than Bush. I have never cut brush like the president has, I have never worn a cowboy hat, and I most certainly do not speak with a Texas drawl. However, I have done one thing that I believe Bush has never done. I herded cows this morning.

For sure it was a small herd of only around twenty that I had to round up, and I had help my landlord who was recovering from surgery. But I did lead cows with feed, “push” them into pastures, and come close in my mind to being trampled by those two-ton beasts. I came within inches of their huge hooves, their large snotty mouths, and their pies that they leave everywhere. My hands are chapped from the cold wind, I have blisters from holding a feed pail, and my pants stink of hay.

When do you think W last had to avoid being trampled by cows?

http://www.wnd.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=51760

I don’t normally laugh at someone’s death, but in this case, I just have to. This follows the story from a few months ago, where a man died trying to prove God would save him from lions. The lions seemed to be more powerful than God, as they ripped his neck open in about two seconds.

Message to godbaggers:

God isn’t saving you from lions, drowning, cancer, or losing football games. Best you get off your ass, and do something instead.