CLUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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The Snarkster is voting for

Barack Obama!
The McCain Adsters are wasting their money bombing this site with political ads!!!

John McCain's Precious vs. The Wicked Witch of the West

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'Nuff said.
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If Maverick-y Sarah Palin Were a Democrat...

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Earlier today, a charming piece of RNC propaganda arrived at The Snarkster's abode, so she thought it might be fun to do a little mischief on it and play around with the reverse message to create a political cleave poem--in Obama's favor, of course.

You Betcha!!! So let's cleave for Barack Obama!!!

If Obama were in the Army, you'd call him -- A FIVE-STAR GENERAL

If he were an athlete, you'd call him -- A GOLD MEDALIST

If he were a plumber, you'd call him -- A MUCH IN-DEMAND MASTER PROFESSIONAL

If he were a student, you'd call him -- A PH.D. CANDIDATE (ABD)

If he were your doctor, you'd call him -- ASAP!!!!

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Sarah Palin Remix "Doggone it, Darn Right, You Betcha."



darencomp says,

Sarah Palin explains her qualifications to be VP through the power of breakbeat.

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Warped, but Totally Cool...

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Mental Hospital Escape - Caught on tape!!



bellskope says,

World Debut of Award-winning comic Ieden Wall pulls a once-in-a-lifetime stunt in his acclaimed reality show. In this pilot episode of "The Dream Chaser" series, Ieden attempts to bust a depressed inmate out of a psychiatric hospital to help him realize his dream. This segment is shocking, hysterical and uplifting all at the same time. For more info go to www.dreamchasershow.com

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Pukey Political Poem

Pukey Political Poem

Puzzling, isn’t it—how prissy pricks
seem to predominate the pukey political
prognostications lately? Which begs

the question—just how pukey are these

petty proletariat pushy prowling politicians?

As well as perhaps—without sounding
too presumptuous—what perchance,
one might ponder, is the puke level
of the esteemed personages of this
lovely little creative coffee-klatch
schmooze-pit process called debates
and the exciting election trail? We,

the aforementioned participants of

the Titanic—we the precious provincial
couch-potato passengers of this little
ship of fools—we who work daily, pay
the bills, desperately spawning and
clogging the polls with high hopes,
unfailing flatulence, snarky puke
and smarmy quackery? Are we not

the cat’s meow? Anxious again for

yet another "creative" election?

Argentina, Wall Street, pukey

Enron scams—welcome to the

delightful dingy dystopian

charming Third World?

"On the Internet..."

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"...nobody knows you're a dog."

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For YEARS, this New Yorker cartoon by P. Steiner hung on The Snarkster's office bulletin board.

Just gotta LOVE those cartoons!

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I am Curious Dog....



blusky55
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"Heard you're getting older. Just three words to say it about it..."

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From my dear, sweet husband, who knows me all too well....






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Birthday Song, The Beatles



KnowGuitar

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Don't Worry, Be Happy (Bobby McFerrin)

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To Christopher (and to anyone else who may be in a funk on this day):


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6MartateE9

Now back to our regularly scheduled Snark...

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Best American Poetry 2008: The Cartoon *Begins*!! (Jim Behrle)

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Jim Behrle's site

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See this thread on Poets.net.

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All Along the Campaign Trail!

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"Yowza, Yowza!"
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In the other gardens -- On the endless networks

And all up the vale, -- And all through cyberspace,

From the autumn bonfires -- From Springtime surprises

See the smoke trail! -- Now see how they placed!

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Pleasant summer over -- Conventions now passed

And all the summer flowers, -- And all summer potshots,

The red fire blazes, -- O'Biden blazes hot,

The grey smoke towers. --McPalin does not.

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Sing a song of seasons! -- Sing a song of absurdity!

Something bright in all! -- All frightful in Fall!

Flowers in the summer, -- Hucksters all through Summer,

Fires in the fall! -- One winner nabs all!

--Seed Poem: "Autumn Fires," Robert Louis Stevenson

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Entry of the Gladiators, Pennywise the Clown



circa687
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Mavericks (Cleave Poetry)

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Mavericks: The McPalin Team*
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(Apologies to William Wordsworth)

The cock is crowing -- The Mav'rick a-groaning

The stream is flowing -- The bullshit a-running

The small birds twitter -- The GOP a-flitter

The lake doth glitter -- The banks a-slippin'

The green field sleeps in the sun; -- In fog, the Moose a-hidin'

The oldest and youngest -- He and She wanna-bees

Are at work with the strongest; -- At odds with odds the longest;

The cattle are grazing, -- Joe's six-packs are amazin'

Their heads never raising; -- Their polls ne'er a-risin';

There are forty feeding like one! -- Seven hundred billion? Who won?

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Like an army defeated -- The Mav'ricks march unheeded

The snow hath retreated, -- The rescue near defeated,

And now doth fare ill -- Almost disappearin' to nil

On the top of the bare hill; -- Come the Dems to save the bill;

The plowboy is whooping--anon-anon: -- Former playboy, flound'ring--Viet-nam:

There's joy in the mountains; -- There's no joy in mudslinging;

There's life in the fountains; -- No life in the campaignin';

Small clouds are sailing, -- There's a-slumpin' in autumn,

Blue sky prevailing; -- Barracuda's a-floppin';

The rain is over and gone! -- Over and gone: McPalin's pain!

Seed Poem: "March," by William Wordsworth

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*Thanks to Eric N. Brown for the photo.
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I Married a Monster from Outer Space

I Married a Monster from Outer Space (1958)

Shuddery—Snarkalicious!!!

Things—Snarky Things bumping & grinding in the Night!!!

From—Faraway Outer Space Lizard Love is cumming for me, baby!!!

Beyond—Human comprehension and human love!

The—Handsome Tom Tyron my new honeymoon husband…

Stars—Stars, stars in my big Gloria Talbott stardust eyes.

Here—Today gone tomorrow!!! Come back, Little Sheba!!!

To—Fuck me that way so cold-blooded, cruel & snarky!!!

Breed—Salamander Breeder Love isn’t Sex!!!

With—Lizard Love it’s downright disappointing!!!

Human—Love that’s what I need baby!!!

Women!!!—Never Marry a Monster from Outer Space!!!

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I married a monster from outer space



BruceDermott

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Election Menu

“May I suggest Tesicale d'Moose Flambe with
a splash of Waspe d'Riche Pinot Noir?”