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Friday, May. 04, 2007 - 12:00 a.m.

Old Buddy Dave directed me to a website hosting the works of furry artist Doug Winger.

This is among my favorites of his work: I Dream Of Bunnies.

Yes, folks -- she is a light brown hare.

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Queen Elizabeth II is visiting us, the rebel colonies on the occasion of the 400th anniversary of the founding of Jamestown.

She addressed the assembly of the state of Virginia and paid tribute to the fallen Virginia Tech students.

She's also going to attend the Kentucky Derby for the first time in her life.

She's a horsewoman in good standing, so she ought to have a really good time.

I hope she gets to try a mint julep.

An interesting note: Protocol in other parts of the world dictate that the appropriate behavior when she passes or meets you is to bow your head or offer a curtsey.

The citizens of only one country are exempt from this display -- the United States of America.

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Charles Tombe is now a widower. His wife, a goat named Rose, choked on a plastic bag she swallowed as she was rooting for scraps of food on the streets of Juba, in Sudan.

She had a kid from a previous relationship, and Mr. Tombe is now raising his stepchild.

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Speaking of bleating -- Joan Baez says she has been prevented from performing for wounded US soldiers.

Well, that's right. Joan Baez refused to entertain soldiers who returned from Viet Nam, so gosh, it's not like she hasn't sat shows out before.

To Joan: Shut your fucking cakehole, you maligned bitch. Your words and actions have shown us for over four decades the level of flagrant disrespect you hold in your heart for our troops on active duty -- those men and women are working in jobs that you wouldn't dirty your hands with, in third world countries under abysmal conditons. And the 'thanks' they get from scum-suckers like you makes them wonder why they bothered. I don't know where the disconnect happened in your microcephalic perception where you forgot that those soldiers are human beings with children and parents and favorite movies and high school memories and blood vessels and tears and pain receptors, just like the rest of us. People like you did wonderful things like spit and throw empties at the returning troops during parades.

You shouldn't be asked by our government to do ANYTHING.

Except, with any luck, to move out of the country.

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Have a good Friday, and if there's a Friday Five that strikes me as remotely interesting, I might be back.

Take care!

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