Barenaked Ladies - "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen/We Three Kings"

Some cool and laid back Christmas music for your enjoyment.

The Grinch song

I have loved this song ever since I was a kid

From wiki
You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch" is a Christmas song that was originally written and composed for the 1966 cartoon special How the Grinch Stole Christmas!. The lyrics were written by Theodor "Dr. Seuss" Geisel, the music was composed by Albert Hague, and the song was performed by Thurl Ravenscroft. The song's lyrics describe the Grinch as being foul, bad-mannered and sinister using increasingly creative metaphors and synonyms, beginning with the opening line "you're a mean one, Mister Grinch". The song has six verses.

Because Ravenscroft was not credited in the closing credits of the special, it is often mistakenly attributed to Boris Karloff, who served as narrator and the voice of the Grinch in the special but who himself could not sing.[1] After becoming aware of the oversight, Seuss himself called Ravenscroft and apologized profusely, and later wrote letters to columnists nationwide telling them that it was Ravenscroft who provided the song.

Ravenscroft recorded two versions of the selection, one version for the television special and the other version for the soundtrack. The two versions differ in the order of the verses; the instrumentation—the soundtrack version's accompaniment is more straight-forward, and features fewer instruments and "sound effect" musical events, than the version heard during the special; the nature of singing (Ravenscroft uses more sprechgesang in the version heard on TV than the soundtrack version, which is mostly sung straight and in rhythm) and the transitions between verses—the soundtrack's transitions are shorter and less abrupt.

The Grinch Song
You're a Mean One, Mister Grinch

You're a mean one, Mister Grinch
You really are a heel,
You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mister Grinch,
You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!

You're a monster, Mister Grinch,
Your heart's an empty hole,
Your brain is full of spiders, you've got garlic in your soul, Mister Grinch,
I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!

You're a foul one, Mister Grinch,
You have termites in your smile,
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mister Grinch,
Given a choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick crocodile!

You're a rotter, Mister Grinch,
You're the king of sinful sots,
You're a heart of dead tomato squashed with moldy purple spots, Mister Grinch,
You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!

You nauseate me, Mister Grinch,
With a nauseous super "naus!",
You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mister Grinch,
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful
assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!

You're a foul one, Mister Grinch,
You're a nasty wasty skunk,
Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mister Grinch,
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote,
"Stink, stank, stunk"!

Graphic timeline of the construction of the Space station

Graphic timeline of the construction of the Space station
http://i.usatoday.net/tech/graphics/iss_timeline/flash.htm

space station

Achmed the Dead Terrorist Christmas Song

Not safe language for work (but not really bad) Guaranteed to get a Progressive left-wingers knickers into a knot though. Enjoy

This be a stickup boys!!!

Lord thundering Jesus boy, be giving me your money or I be popping ya with me trusty flintlock!!! Only in Newfoundland.......

(Update: no one can see the "Lock" on the gun, it might be a Martini-Henery breech loader, but it is to long and the barrel bands to wide, so we suspect a gun with missing parts or a replica of a musket missing parts.)

story here

I await with bated breath the demand to ban muskets. Mind you i was impressed the media could tell the differance between a Musket and AK-47.

There was no sound on the security tape, so I offer this to give you an idea of what it might of sounded like.

Memo: Never speak the truth

“The rise of radical Native American organizations, such as the Mohawk Warrior Society, can be viewed as insurgencies with specific and limited aims,” it read. “Although they do not seek complete control of the federal government, they do seek particular political concessions in their relationship with national governments and control (either overt or covert) of political affairs at a local/reserve (‘First Nation') level, through the threat of, or use of, violence.”

Seems the author of a military manual on Counter-insurgency released to the military in 2005 touched a nerve. Now the government in a kneejerk reaction feels the need to be sorry about something, because it’s not like domestic radicals have ever existed in peace loving Canada and never carried out terrorist acts or occupied lands. Frankly the Warriors should pleased that they have had such an impact, to be named in this manual.
I can see in future where the government of the day will have to apologize to the honest and law abiding native people for not protecting them from radical and criminal groups who used legitimate First Nation issues to cover their activities.

Guns and Woman’s lib movement

One thing I never understood about the women’s liberation movement is their hate-fest for guns? For one thing, it was World War I & II that really gave woman in North America the chance to work in areas previously reserved for men. Yes they were forced out of their jobs when the men returned, but the artificial barriers were cracked and failing, those fateful years are where the seeds of modern feminism sprang from, yet there is no desire to honour those roots.



The pictures are of the Inglis factory where hundreds of women learned how to make rifles, pistols and light machineguns. The guns produced at this factory during those years were very well made and are still serving our troops today. A legacy these woman should be proud of!



Likely the pistol shown here was made by one of the women in the pictures







Now for guns themselves, woman should logically be fully supportive of the right to bear arms. Carrying a gun is the perfect equalizer between a woman and man. Now some person is going to pull out some tired out story about “The bad guys will take the gun and use it against you” Well I’m sorry but the statistics don’t support that theory, plus it reeks of the concept that woman are not bright enough to be trained in defending themselves. Another tired clique is “Americans love guns, Canadians don’t” Total and utter BS. There are something to the tune of 33million guns that were manufactured or imported into Canada, so that’s about 1 gun per Canadian. Early Canada was all about guns, both for hunting and defense. Both woman and men had to become adept at using them. Until the 70’s concealed carry of guns was not uncommon and the whole set of laws still exist to allow you to carry a gun for self-defense if you can get the permit. (make sure you are a politician, judge, VIP or a really nasty criminal willing to turn evidence, in other words we the people aren’t important enough!)

Thankfully many of the women of the current generation are not willing to play the victim role and are getting their firearm licenses. Speaking to instructors, a large number of the classes in the Vancouver area are full of women who enjoy shooting and want to be able to defend themselves. I suspect that many future rapists and domestic abusers are going to introduce to the business end of Mr. Smith and Mr. Wesson, instead of the meek helpless victim they had hoped for.

So if you can't think of a Christmas for your lady, consider a trip to a gun range that lets you rent firearms like DVC in Vancouver. She will have a blast (Pun intended)like this Lady clearly did.

CHRISTMAS TIME AT OUR HOUSE

CHRISTMAS TIME AT OUR HOUSE

by Da Yoopers

Lutefisk boiling on da stove
Italians at the door
They spill a pan of meatballs
All over Martha's floor
Uncle Heikki slips on them
And starts a great big fight
It's Christmas time at my house
It's gonna be some night

Chorus:
Christmas time food and wine
Family, friend, and foe
We celebrate His birthday
By spending all our dough
Now we’re broke and happy
And full of Christmas cheer
It's just too bad that Christmas time
Comes only once a year

The kids are on a sugar buzz
They just won't go to bed
They got the latest video games
Dancing in their heads
They spotted Uncle Bruno
Snoozing next to me
They popped out his false teeth
And hung 'em on the tree

Chorus:
Christmas time food and wine
Family, friend, and foe
We celebrate His birthday
By spending all our dough
Now we’re broke and happy
And full of Christmas cheer
It's just too bad that Christmas time
Comes only once a year

The mother-in-law's been drinking
From a jug of dago red
She's dancing on the table
With her bloomers on her head
The minister’s on the organ
Playing “Rock Around the Clock”
He tries to give a sermon but
He's just too drunk to talk

Chorus:
Christmas time food and wine
Family, friend, and foe
We celebrate His birthday
By spending all our dough
Now we’re broke and happy
And full of Christmas cheer
It's just too bad that Christmas time
Comes only once a year

The brother-in-law plays Santa Claus
He's digging in his sack
The kids are shoving nickels
Down his big butt crack
He jumps up to chase them
And his pants fall to his knees
He trips on Uncle Bruno
And he totals out the tree

Chorus:
Christmas time food and wine
Family, friend, and foe
We celebrate His birthday
By spending all our dough
Now we’re broke and happy
And full of Christmas cheer
It's just too bad that Christmas time
Comes only once a year