LOS ANGELES - Axl Rose and the band are bubbling over with anger at Dr Pepper’s botched soda giveaway.

These are some of Matt’s tattoos. He got a lot of crap about the Flaming 13. I liked the shape of the flames, but that 13 is interesting. The Alien was done by Rusty Needles of Yankton (I think he still lives there) This is only a picture of the beginning the finished piece wrapped around on his back with a sunset.

You be the judge. Yuck.

From the Gargoyle Leader;

Members of the Legislature’s Government Operations and Audit Committee asked whether the Department of Tourism and State Development should ask for proposals from other advertising firms.

Talk about a day late and a ($25 million) dollars short.

As for the no-bid to L & S, all you have to do is look at at Rounds for Governor campaign financials, thousands of dollars in donations from the owners of L & S. Who needs an investigation with something an eight-grader could figure out. The legislators should change state law, if they are so concerned about it, wait, that would mean they couldn’t pay back their campaign contributors either.

More dicking around instead of just getting it on.

That’s right, president Bush said he’s sorry about the worst financial meltdown since the great depression. He’s not really responsible for it, but he’s sorry. So there’s that, which is nice. If only Herbert Hoover had thought of it in 1929. 

The whole thing reminds me of Bill Clinton apologizing to some group about slavery - as if it was his own doing. Did it help anyone with anything? No. Did it solve anything? No.

I’m waiting to see which of his two responses to problems Bush will deploy on this one: will he bomb it or throw bricks of money at it?

Natalia Fabia is a very good artist - but she is also a babe.

They want to believe that somehow the long arm of America will pull them back. I tried but I didn’t have the heart to tell them just how much trouble their rich Uncle Sam is in.

Meet Tonya Jenkins. She died of shock this morning.

Tonya went to bed last night with a tumbler of cold tequila and a head full of comfy knowledge. She knew that the Lord Jesus would answer her prayer to never let no colored Muslim communist terrorist be no durn president. She was certain she would wake up to find that sassy Sarah Palin and her running mate, a wonderfully mavericky war hero, had been elected instead. In her Christian heart, Tonya was confident that Americans were every bit as racist as Republicans hoped they’d turn out to be, as the much discussed, posted about and wished for “Bradley Effect” would work its reactionary magic at the polls.

“Saxby, I’ll only agree to campaign with yah, if we can do it on a turkey farm.”

I guess he wanted her help in sealing the deal, the losing deal.