Soccer Mom: Unplugged

You know those websites that you visit but would rather people didn't know...  I was overcome with guilt this afternoon and decided that I have to open the confessional door and bare my soul.   Actually, I was just laughing my head off and couldn't resist pointing you all in the direction of one of my raucous hangouts.  If you aren't familiar with PIG (the Politically Incorrect Gazette) then you are missing out on some snort out loud humor.  Hysterically irreverent, these guys are a tribute to the pre-PC days that are fast becoming a fading memory.  Here's a sample:

Human Gene Pool Improvement Volunteer of the Week

Volunteer: Sean Murray
Antics: Did his level best to get electrocuted.

According to Sean Murray, he was overcome by a burst of company pride when he tried to "clean up the company workplace" by fishing a sweatshirt off some power lines. If you see where this one is headed, don't spoil it for those who are slower on the uptake. Sean's lone functional synapse chose that moment to take a break, so Sean decided to fish the shirt off the power lines with - drum roll - a metal pole. After a few practice swings at the shirt, he gave it another go and connected, with the power lines. Before you could say "Bzzzt", Sean gets knocked off his feet and his clothes catch fire. Ironically, Mother Nature chose to spare this fool, but left him with a painful reminder - burns over 25% of his body.

Sean gets bonus points for suing his company when it didn't cover his injuries under it's workman's comp coverage. He get's a rare double bonus for picking a shyster who used the phrase "unusual thinking pattern" to describe Sean's antics. He misses the brass ring, because the courts didn't buy his B.S.,and shot down his attempts at enrichment. Sean needs to adopt a glass half full attitude because, in addition to dodging a richly-deserved room temperature transition, he's PIG's Human Gene Pool Volunteer of the Week.

This week I had a chance encounter with an old friend who gave me some truly enlightening information about the controlling powers that run the media and dominate most of the world's industry and governments like puppeteers pulling strings.  I posted below exact quotes (italicized) taken from this reunion with my source:

"It is a well-known fact... there's a secret society of the five wealthiest people in the world known as The Pentaverate, who run everything in the world including the newspapers and meet triannually at a secret country mansion in Colorado known as The Meadows."

So, who's in this pentaverate?

"The queen, the Vatican,  The Ghettys,  The Rothchilds,  and Colonel Sanders before he went tits up."

Of the Colonel, our source says, "Aah, I hated the Colonel with his wee, beady eyes and that smug look on his face. 'Oh, you're gonna buy my chicken - ooh!'"

How could anyone hate the colonel, you ask?

"Because he puts an added chemical in his chicken that makes you crave it fortnightly, smarta$$!"

And now you know the facts.  Straight from the Weekly World News.