MID-EVIL's

To the family, friends and fellow officers of Mason Samborski, we offer you our prayers and condolesences on your loss. 

It's a tragic event that never should have happened.

God bless and take care.

Midevil

We (Mrs. and I) have finally given up our fight to recitify the injustice of who won the Prez. election.    We, though in good faith, have agreed that it's not over yet, so let's the courts of this land find the truth.    We were lucky enough to see our next Prez (we believe it's him) at a rally, and we wanted to post his picture:

and then we got pictures of the new cabinet members.

(sorry, no pictures of blind sheep drinking Kool-Aid)

It has come to our attention after reading alot of your blogs and our blogs that we've all reached a pinacle of aggravation combined with spite.   Yes, we will admit that we are guilty of it.   So, we've decided to turn over a new leaf and begin the 2009 season afresh.    We've decided to only allow Mrs. Hand to speak for us. 

We want to feel your love.   We want you all to get along.   We want you to get along with us.    Our best assest in this country is our freedom of speech, and no one speaks better than Mrs. Hand.    Yes, we all want you...

Yes, YOU THERE, to stand up and speak to Mrs. Hand, and don't give us that old sob story that you've got a boo-boo or carpal tunnel and cannot respond.

Tell us what's in your hearts.    Tell us what you think about our rights to free speech.     Be brave.   Put your fingers to those keys and let your voice be heard.    Hold up your hands in disgust over the freedoms that we Americans are losing, and let it ring throughout the land.

    And when you're done, see how you feel inside.    Feel the release.    Be strong, and don't waiver on your beliefs that we as a nation, have fought and died to keep it strong and free.     And when you're done talking to Mrs. Hand, take yourself out for a beer on us.

Shock, Mikey, Car7858C, Candyo, Bye-Bye, Jax, Tall, Colt, Ratt_Killer, SEEDUB, Starrman1, and yes, even you Earl_EE.    Have a few more on us if you'd like.

Ahhhhh, how many of us wish we were here?     Laying out in a bathing suit, getting a full tan, watching the sun set, while our bare feet wiggle around in white warm beach sand.

But instead, we residents of the Midwest bundle up in massive goose filled clothing over our birthday suits, hoping not to get frostbite, watching and waiting for the snow plows to give us freedom, and wiggling out toes around in Sorrel Boots. 

Then a smart-a$$ friend or relative sends you photographs of their vacation in Hawaii with clear descriptive knife twists about how warm it is with the sun out, as they sit out with a cool drink and relax.

 We then send them pictures of our frozen eye lashes and then mumble quietly with baited breaths about how we hate them and remind ourselves never to speak about them or to them again until their funerals.

They then send us ever so cutesy @#$^&*! photographs of sunset beaches such as this:

 And we then call them up and tell them to kiss our cold frozen......well, you'll see here.

HOPING YOU ALL STAY WARM...AND TOASTIE.

and here's hoping they get a sand crab in their shorts, the worthless @#$%^&*! (s.o.b.'s)

Earl_EE.     You make the call here.     Who's going to be the perfect man for the job once Prez. Bush is gone from office?

This man? 

Or this man?

Why not combine their jobs?    Here's an alternative you can use for both:

Because in your opinion, once the one takes over, your life is just going to be pissed and flushed away.

Here is Earl's New Home Addition.     As you can see from the acreage, he built upwards, not outwards.    As for the construction of his water pond and biothermic roof heating system.   Well, it hasn't been completed yet in this photo, but give him time to get back to Home Depot to buy an electric cord and a garden hose, and he'll be able to finish soon.

Earl hopes one day to rent out his upper suite to a very laxative, oops, lucrative person who will offer Earl a chance to sit and ponder what's falling from the skies above him.

He feels as if he's being "dumped on", and all of this has him quite "pooped".    All we can offer him is our own "charm in" to visit these blogs for support and be a "regular".   "Suppository" (darn finger, that was going to say suppose) that we do accept him.    He has to learn to sit down, "unload" his problems, and together, we'll get through all this "crappola" that he's feeling right now.

Let's stop the "bull", and offer him a hearty handshake and a gift from our hearts.

Go ahead Earl, dig in you little "turd".    Get off the stick, and on the can....wait, is that backwards?

Mikey, here is SuperSmall's New Home Addition.     As you can see from the acreage, he built up, not out.

SuperSmall's living arrangements has suddenly changed with him looking upwards, with a feeling of perhaps one day, having something heaped on him.

WE believed we had found Earl_EE's house so that we could examine his water pond, his biothermic heating system to his home, and the outlet that would allow us to disconnect his computer from the internet, but after searching high and low, we've been stymied.

Instead, we did find his last home.    

We're still looking for the outlet.

It's amazing to have been alive for the Presidential election, and seen the lies, half truths, the innuendo's, the misgivings, the cheating, the dishonesty and above all, the loss of trust in our government offices, including, the Presidency of the United States.

We are represented by this symbol of our freedom's we have sacrificed with our lives.

Unlike the blogger Earl_EE, who has shown to support an Avatar of this:

And he calls himself a past Veteran?    His hypocrisy alone is a joke to those of us who have served this country with our sweat, blood and tears.      It's a slap in the face to every Vet who has stood up with honor to defend those who could not.

We chose our President with a majority.   Is there anger that we feel a bad choice has been made?   Who will know?   Will he be a Superman who brings this country back from the brink of destruction it's currently suffering from?

or will he allow this country to go down in this manner by some terroristic thugs that believe they are better than anyone else?

You Make The Call.    What do you think?

OMG-It Works Zoot!!!

Zoot, I decided to play with the colors on a html color scale, added my own size, and "VIOLA"!!! , it works great. 

Thanks for the reminder on how to use it, Zoot.

Midevil

Some of us think of Christmas as this:

Many of us think of a time to offer peace to fellow mankind.   Many of us forgive and forget our transgressions against other fellow mankind.  Many of us offer wishes for a Happy New Year and prosperity for our fellow mankind.    Many of us wish the war in IRAQ and AFGHANISTAN would end, bringing our loved ones home.    Many of us wish the economy would stabilize, putting unemployed workers back to a full time job.    Many of us wish economic success for the United States and the world.    Many of us wish we had more than what we go.     Many of us wish we could find our own "MISS SANTA CLAUS".

(This one was for you MIKEY66).       

Many of us wish contentment for those who suffer through life unhappy.    Many of us hope that there is a medical breakthrough soon for our fellow men and women who enter any of the Fox blog sites and ramble on aimlessly, making no sense of what they type, such as Earl_EE.    He is a quintessential poster child for electric shock therapy brought back into medical usage.



(This one was for you, GEARLY EARL)

Then there is Shockhazard.    We've thought long and hard about what to get him as a gift for the benevolence, love, humor, aggrevation and admiration we, and many other fellow mankind bloggers have received over the past year.    Since he is a seasoned veteran on these blogs, we can only think of one gift that would really fit him well.    Why not a little soldier for him to play his games with:   Or even a whole platoon.  (we don't have the room to put anymore on here, Shock)



(she doesn't have to be a Foreign Legion member either, Shock)

Drop and give them 20, Soldier!!!!!!!!!

for Starrman1, we could find pictures of pimped out cars that could be used for Limo's.    We couldn't find pictures of old outhouses stacked up on top each other to show how management flows downhill.     We could even show pictures of the new Jigaboo Igloo with live chickens in the "Watermelon Garden", but nothing right off the top of heads came out, until we saw this:
(be forewarned, this was just a humorous thing we decided to give to Starrman1 because he is probably the only one who'll truly think it's funny.    Here's to you, Starr.)



(forgive us Starr, for we know not what we do...LOL)

For them that suffer the indignities of pain, we can only offer you our hopes for relief.     Many of us all have had some sort of pain in our lives.     A death of a loved one.    A loss of a friend.    A person whom you know that lost a soldier in the war.     The loss of home or a job.     We can only pray that it will get better for you.  

Me and Mrs. Midevil has had our share of pain this year, from multiple surgeries to loss of friends and families, so we can share the pain we've suffered with you.     Praying you all had a great Christmas, and a safe New Year's wish from our hearts to your homes.     Take care.       And thanks for just being our friends.

Political Trivia.   

Can you guess who I am?Let me give you a clue.   I'm half and half, with a part to play in your lives for the next 4 years.

Can you guess who I am?

    Let me give you a clue.   I'm the one who "thinks" that "I" should control your lives for the next 4 years, and that's a promise I got directly from Zebra 1.

Can you guess who I am?

     Let me give you a clue here.    I tried to control your lives for the past 8 years, but right now, it looks like I'm going down in flames.

Can you guess who I am?

    Let me give you a clue here as well.   I was 2nd in command, but normally, I carry a shotgun to get rid of my friends.    Well, we call it bird hunting in Texas.    Yes, that's a mouse who is actually my brain.

Can you guess who I am?

     Let me give you a good clue.    I'm often used in Chinese meals, either white or wild.    I often go to alot of countries and scare the hell out of them with my ugliness.    I then offer them my "condolescences."

Can you guess who I am?

   Let me give you a truly great clue.   I often go by "Tony".   I'm from Chicago.   I have been known to offer good friends a special deal, (especially houses), provided I get back what I "want" later.   Is that understood?    Don't make me come over there and break your legs.

Can you guess who I am?

    Let me give you a few clues.   I am married to a past politican who often played the saxophone and when I wasn't around, sometimes had his other horn blown.   I don't own a blue dress.   I have 12,309 pant suits, and none of them match.    I will be a secretary shortly, but for only states.    Do you know me?

Can you guess who I am?

   Let us end this with numerous clues to assist you.    I once was a man of God.    I once preached the word and gossip of God.    I once married a man and his wife through the eyes of God.    I once was good friends with this same politician and his wife/family through the spirit of God.   I came to hate White corporate America for their downtrodden on the black man for their sins to God.    I was abandoned by the same black politician who supported my same God.    I now hate anyone that isn't black.   GOD DAMN AMERICA.

Then out of the darkness, hope arrives.    The puppets, the deception, the lies and the evilness of the ones above are lost in the true faith of what the American people have come to know.    No matter who you are, or how bad you believe you are, you cannot take away the faith of the Christian people.    From us, there is only one leader.

Can you guess who it is?

    Let us say that in this case, we shouldn't have to give you a clue.

Earl had been on the blogs for several months.   Finally sick of the stress, he quits his job, sells everything he owns, and has enough money to only buy a 1 acre of land in Alaska as far away from humanity as possible.    He gets his mail once every six months and his groceries dropped by plane, every other week.    He has no running water, nor electricity, so he cannot bathe, nor can he go on the internet and rant and rave as usual.    After 6 months of almost total isolation, someone knocks on his door.    He opens it and see a huge bearded man is standing there, dressed in the traditional Alaskan fur coats, gloves, hats and deerskin pants.

"Name's Cliff, your neighbor from near on forty miles up the road.   Having a Christmas party Friday night. Thought you might like to come at about 5:00..."

"Great', says Earl, "after six months out here in this wilderness, I'm ready to meet some folks.   Thank you."

As Cliff is leaving, he stops. "Gotta warn you.  Be some drinking."

"Not a problem' says Earl.     "After 25 years in the business, I can drink with the best of 'em."

Again, the big man starts to leave and stops.    "More 'n' likely gonna be some fighting' too."

"Well, I get along with people, so I'll be all right.    I'll be there.    Thanks again."

"More'n likely be some wild sex, too."    

"Now that's really not a problem" says Earl warming to the idea.  "I've been alone for nigh on 6 months now, so I'll definately be there.     By the way, what should I wear?"

"Don't really much matter.    Just gonna be the two of us."

Merry Christmas Earl.      May you learn the ways of the Master while at the party.

Earl had been on the blogs for several months.   Finally sick of the stress, he quits his job, sells everything he owns, and has enough money to only buy a 1 acre of land in Alaska as far away from humanity as possible.    He gets his mail once every six months and his groceries dropped by plane, every other week.    He has no running water, nor electricity, so he cannot bathe, nor can he go on the internet and rant and rave as usual.    After 6 months of almost total isolation, someone knocks on his door.    He opens it and see a huge bearded man is standing there, dressed in the traditional Alaskan fur coats, gloves, hats and deerskin pants.

"Name's Cliff, your neighbor from near on forty miles up the road.   Having a Christmas party Friday night. Thought you might like to come at about 5:00..."

"Great', says Earl, "after six months out here in this wilderness, I'm ready to meet some folks.   Thank you."

As Cliff is leaving, he stops. "Gotta warn you.  Be some drinking."

"Not a problem' says Earl.     "After 25 years in the business, I can drink with the best of 'em."

Again, the big man starts to leave and stops.    "More 'n' likely gonna be some fighting' too."

"Well, I get along with people, so I'll be all right.    I'll be there.    Thanks again."

"More'n likely be some wild sex, too."    

"Now that's really not a problem" says Earl warming to the idea.  "I've been alone for nigh on 6 months now, so I'll definately be there.     By the way, what should I wear?"

"Don't really much matter.    Just gonna be the two of us."

Merry Christmas Earl.      May you learn the ways of the Master while at the party.

Hello, my name is Earl_EE, and I'm really mad.

      I'm damned mad for several reasons.   

1.    Nobody wants to hear me rant aimlessly.

2.    I'm a commie sympathizer moron.

The End.