Aviva Yael has penned a scholarly work entitled: No Regrets: The Best, Worst, & Most #$%*ing Ridiculous Tattoos EverI only bring it to your attention because it helps me understand how a guy named Hussein can be elected President of the United States following an attack on this country by Islamic terrorists.
What troubled me most was finding the photograph of a tattoo belonging to my beloved high school Civics teacher, Daisy Cutter. Can you guess which one is his? Yup, you're right.
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Hey ... that's hittin' below the belt. You know that b/c of my pot gut I can't see my shin tats any more.
But it is always "party time" in my book.
Particularly when Hussen O. gets it going with one of his stem-winders about bipartisanship ... or clean coal ... or pretty much anything that he or the other soulless androids that work for him talk about.
I see you working, Nick ... tying the crazy tats to what many of us sense about something being wrong in the culture. How could we elect Barack HUSSEIN Obama -- the Appeaser-in-Chief, yes, the most left of any presidential candidate in history -- with jihadis on the prowl world-wide?
Simple. Ink poisoning.
Not just a closet Muslim - but one without a birth certificate to qualify him for office.
I wish I lived somewhere else so I could laugh at Americans with a lot more gusto. Electing B. Hussein would have scored very high on my absurd-o-meter.
The "STUPID" tattoo should be used more often so we could see them coming.
Agreed. "Stupid" tat should be prominently displayed ... But consider, if those Florida voters in 2000 had the tattoo on their foreheads (and had gotten help figuring out how to vote for Gore instead of Pat Buchanan) instead of their buttocks, we might all be speaking Arabic now.
Picture this....how those tatoos will look in 30-40 years...they'll look like arabic writing!
I'm having a difficult time replying to this post. Tats cause a visceral reaction in me. One that is not pleasant.
When I was about to graduate (if you can call it that) from Grunt AIT at Ft Polk back in the 70's, it was required that you do 3 things in town:
1.) Get drunk
2.) Get a tattoo of some sort
3.) And get--- (think about what a healthy male who's not had sex in 8 weeks or more is going to want.)
I guess this means that Opie doesn't like my shin tats.
I have tats all over both of my arms.
Wow - I've got 2 sleeves but even I am alarmed by some of the tats on this post!
Umm, Mr. D. Cutter? (careful not to use your christian name)
Do you likewise admit to shaving your legs as shown in the shin tat picture?
The mole tat complete with hair got me laughing.
OK, as a gesture of peace, I offer this link to more tats:
http://failblog.org/2009/06/17/ugliest-tattoos-gallery-of-fail/
Daisy Cutter, I remember how that tattoo shocked the Washington press corps back in 2004. Whatever led you to believe that a man of your advanced years could get away with wearing shorts to the White House?
LL, I laugh but with moisture in my eye. Bittersweet tears, my son.
Proppy,
How about a STUPID-GREEDY forehead tattoos for our elected officials?
Granny, imagine what that mole's gonna look like.
Rollie Dude, I'm guessing #3 was a cold shower.
Frank, what the hell were you thinking?
JPT, I'll call you Ishmael.
Barkie... eerily, that mole tattoo is the spittin' image of my 3rd wife, Caitlin.
Opie...
First, thanks for the link. It'll be difficult for me to sleep tonight knowing that these people walk the earth.
Second, never make a peace offering to DC. He can sense weakness like a shark smells blood in the water.
Opie, I don't remember anything except that Nick and I were walking into the West Wing to celebrate effectively employing the Rove Hack-O-Tron in Ohio c. 11/04 ... allegedly ... Then, Nick offered me some drinks with some his friends in dark suits. Said something about an Italian high kick routine on some tables back in the kitchen. Around the same time, I vaguely remember Cheney dancing to "Disco Duck" all alone on the desk in the Oval Office with every one (W included) standing around yelling "Dick!" every time the song would say "Duck". Then I kinda faded out ...
I woke up the next morning in just my boxers out on the lawn with the shin-tats.
Hair hasn't grown there since.
It was painful, but it was worth it.
Nick, when you call me by my full name like that, it reminds me of my Aunt Mable right before she would make me go hunt down the best switch in the yard.
DC, I don't remember much of that day either. I only recall you, Cheney and Alberto Gonzales sliding down those long corridors in your stocking feet.
Ah. Well, that explains everything.
Now, that you mention it, I do recall that, Nick. Pretty soon we were doing carrier quals and Dick kept making Al sing the "Three Amigos" theme song. Every time he balked, Dick said he was going to make him his "huntin' caddy". Those were the days.
I don't even like slogans on T shirts that much :-/ I suppose it was because my infant school teacher had "Mild" and "Bitter" tattooed on her left and right breasts - still, at least it didn't say "Slippery When Wet" or I'd still be in therapy.
Hogman,
Therapy may help you reach your feminine side.
My 4th wife's breasts were nicknamed Coe and Ovett.
Opie,
Someday we'll all sit down over a cold beverage and share our sordid adventures.
DC...
I continue to fondly (and barely) recall our balmy salad days. Although I don't remember any salad.
"Opie,
Someday we'll all sit down over a cold beverage and share our sordid adventures."
I blush at the thought. I will have to bring a chaperone. For your protection.
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