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As usual, my enthusiasm to bring these to you hot off the image chip in the ol’ cameraroo was dampened by Internet HOG Thundermuffin. Also, I was trying to save cam battery so was being swiftily, doo dah diftily.

Put your mouse on it to cough up details- but beware, your mouse might fall prey to the Apex predator of seemingly harmless wildlifes!!!

To continue, after the Pointer Sisters Kriss Kross…


My Freedom to Go the Speed Limit

Was curtailed by a Ron Paul bumper besticked Volkswagen pulling out directly in front of me, as if I were invisible, and I wondered about the net freedom resulting. Do we consider the sacred right of way, or is this right not recognized as we were both driving on the fascist blacktop of government tyranny, the public highway strip?

Under the Government Jackheel

Mandatory seat belt laws coupled with Ron Paul Book’s lack of, I was going to say spine, but that would be wrong, lack of impetus shall we say reveal a sadly curtailed freedom and a lack of hurtling through windshields as the Big Texas Cinnamon Bun in the sky intended. The tyrannical death tax and Government regulation, both in helmet laws and in the illegality of organ sales, are the only things preventing Ron Paul Book from doing circus tricks on a motorbike, for wealth creation and retention within the Paul family. Also lack of hands, organs, heirs. The market weeps.




“Caught ‘hanging’ out at a rest stop”


“No comment”

Left Behind??

Insult to the injury of not being raptured back to the homeland?




The Infringement of my Freedom

The Random Randroid is an individual who is dear to my heart, so it is with great trepidation that I bring you a story that I think does not reflect well on RR’s respect for the freedom and property of others. It has come to my attention that RR has deliberately poisoned my living environment and leased property, and the rights enumerated in my lease for the free and easy enjoyment of the premises defined therein. RR has taken upon himself to willfully donate a small piece of his property into my environs, without consultation with, or permission from, myself. The evidence is incontrovertible, and I will soon provide text messages (from last night) that show this to be so. That I labored in ignorance of the presense of this foul corruption for almost 16 months is no laughing matter.

Now, however, I need to determine the appropirate (sic) response.


A. Revenge.


B. Justice.


C. Karma.

What say the 3B community?

Upside Down You’re Turning Me

Three B! certified non-partisan Wedding Planning and Entertainment Services Inc. are now inc.

We shall be denounced in certain quarters as collaborating with the enemy to pitch planning this fabulosity, but we counter such criticisms with the simple fact that one cannot collaborate with non-partisanship. One merely is. It is the world that conspires against our non-alignment.

If I might dip a toe into a serious sock for one nanosecond, I understand that it seems ever so easy to view those others amongst us who we might render hypothetically flightless akin to reality show characters in a broadly drawn, psychedelically colored cartoon. When their every action conforms simultaneously to what they consider performance art and what we consider performance art in the opposite way it makes it so much harder to consider such a person to be real. However, we shall do so. We shall not mock budding and unlooked for love/plot twists. Seriously, we’re just going to plan a wedding. The wedding we plan is essentially any wedding we would plan. We’d plan this wedding for anyone. This is the 3B one size fits all (what can be more non-partisan than that) wedding plan.

What we shall do is bid our services for newly flowering non-partisan Wedding Plannery market.

I ask you: are you with me?

Just throwing out some ideas here:

For the reception we’ll need several passed appetizers. I was thinking of appetizers with an amusing bloggery theme- we might consider those on both sides of the aisle, assuming we all shall be invited electronically.

Cheeze and Crackers:
Glenn’s Going Galtines with Protein Whiz-dom?

Vegetarian Options:
Sadly, No Meat!

I was also thinking mini-bacon explosions, although I realized that that is not an entirely made up thing. Golden Onion Wieners, natch.

Ann’s blogroll here might be good for suggestions.

For table favors we could have not cobags (gross) but chobags. Little bags of chocolates with initials of the couple. In non-partisan colors like red and redder, for love.

I was also thinking of a giant ice sculpture of El Snacktator.

The bridal headpiece will be extravagantly breathtaking. The finest emu feathers fanned into a stunning showstopper, colored just so to set off the light complexion of the bride to be.

I figure the first dance will be an 18 minute long Freedom Rock jam.

How else can the unique 3B experience be brought to bear on infinite and unending happiness?

I will be so pissed if this is all just a practical joke because I am looking forward to the gun cake. We can upscale it by calling it 2nd Amendment Cake.

Dinner music will be by Libertarian Nanobot Orchestra, if we can get them. Sadly, many of the vendors we are likely to have contacted will have gone Galt, which increases out inability to maintain strict non-partisan non-affiliation.

We dedicate this to Double-A, because we went loop-de-loop when we heard the news. We’d even say we were “happy” although we will not delve into incriminating specifics of our closely guarded dark hearts.

We certainly hope that the after party doesn’t turn out like this.


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