Dennys Funny Quotes: Funny Video: Colbert Says Osama Bin Laden Still Dead

Dennys Funny Quotes: Funny Video: Colbert Says Osama Bin Laden Still Dead: "From Denny: In the spirit of true excessive satirical celebration Stephen Colbert talks his usual funny nonsense that is so ridiculous you can't help but laugh. His latest is downplaying how Bin Laden was said to be a figurehead but hey, America loves to hunt down and kill figureheads just as much as the guys who are involved in day to day operations.



Colbert proclaims we all love figureheads, like the British monarchy, why not terrorist figureheads? Says Colbert, 'I can't wait to see what he was wearing.'



He gives a shout out to Navy Seal Team Six. Since the real identities of the team are classified only Colbert would speculate as to who they truly are: Rambo, John MacLaine, Master Chief, Batman, Vin Diesel, Laura Croft and Kung Fu Panda."

Iran: Gotcha Government Systems With The Stars Virus

From Denny: The Iranian version of Chicken Little is running around screaming that their government systems were targeted again by the West. Read that as "It's America's and Israel's fault. We have been wronged by the Big Bad Bullies of the West."



Iran claims it is the Stars Virus, sent by vicious Western cyberattackers, has infected their computer systems. As usual for this clownish regime, they have not verified any of this to be true - other than the infection.



From Gholam Reza Jalali, who heads the Iranian military unit in charge of combating sabotage: "The Stars virus has been presented to the laboratory but is still being investigated. No definite and final conclusions have been reached."

Funny 1917 CIA Spy Technology Docs Released: Invisible Writing

CIA Director Leon Panetta



From Denny:  Anyone who regularly reads this blog knows I grew up in the CIA. Yes, it was one weird childhood living with such paranoid uptight and often humorless people. Whenever the CIA releases ancient documents molding down in their deep dark spy basement it always gives me a grin.



When I was a kid we spent a lot of time figuring out codes since Dad had been a code breaker in WWII - among other things. One of our other childhood past times was to figure out intriguing ways to pass messages and, yes, write in invisible ink. Even Dad joined in the fun. My mother just shook her head and thought we were all a bunch of looney tunes. Knowing Dad he was probably using his baby geniuses to do his research on the cheap. Who said you can't take your work home with you?



Anyway, it is with great pleasure I present to you Rachel Maddow's cheeky report about Dear Ol' Dad's creepy CIA. This week, The New CIA under Director Leon Panetta - and a lot less creepy, odious and just plain obnoxious - released some 1917 technology for public viewing, er, laughter.

Libya: Gadafi Regime Cracking Under Pressure Says Intel

Sec. Gates, left, Sec. Clinton, right - Image by Getty Images via @daylife

From Denny:  The intelligence community is reporting "the morale of Gadhafi forces is on the decline," according to one official. "Do ya think?" Your morale would be on the decline after witnessing coalition bombings taking out whole regiments of troops along with bombing cities. It's a lot different when the horror you once inflicted upon others becomes your own blood and guts horror.



Sounds like America's intelligence community so owes me a paycheck. :) They have finally come to the same conclusion as I have that The Gadafi Crowd can't handle the international heat and fear the massing crowds of Libyans who hate him.

The International Spy poem - Libations Monday 13 Dec 2010

Step into the world of the spy and witness the effect they have upon the people they meet - until one day they meet someone who poignantly affects them. A true story from my travels - and childhood.

















The International Spy





A strange man sat down to talk

Acting like a best friend

His way was too familiar

He stirred a distant memory



Words he spoke stepped careful

Thoughts he said trotted calculated

Attitude sailed smooth, controlling



Clutching analytical mental paper

He placed me under his microscope

Probing for easy weaknesses

Character flaws to his advantage















Confident I had no strengths, too sure

The top dress of a spy is arrogance

Flattery he carried in his pocket

Revealing more about him than me



An aging man, shadow of a vibrant self

He talked on oblivious to my notice

Curious about my hotel choice in Europe

He inquired as to my reasoning for it















The days of the microscopic life flew

Back into my mind from childhood

Where I had grow up in this ugly world

Of the intelligence community gone bad



Cruel insensitive people studied children

And wives like we were things not people

Most cared not about us, a few felt pangs

Of terrible guilt for their meanest wrongs



I knew exactly what I had in front of me

As I vacationed in Europe for culture

When I was studied as a child I studied them

People are as interesting as they can be cruel















I considered what to say and measured my words

Knowing all would be recorded as infinite detail

This man was not here for what he presumed

Following up on a CIA child to recruit and destroy



What he never calculated was decades had passed

Training in all manners of wisdom was mine

So I let him engage to watch it all unfold and

He drank 8 shots of whiskey a glass as show















He drank all night, the bar owner glanced at me

I motioned to pour on and the old man drank

Like a lot of spies he learned how to drink

And sober up no matter how much he drank



Observe a sleepiness and then a head jerk

His eyes and speech would clear and sober again

He had mastered his body’s reaction

But still his emotional heart was raw















He was angry I would not match his drinks

Angry he could not intimidate nor bully

I spent the night repeating “No, thanks”

A woman waiting patiently for his real story



The questions he asked gave me information

I returned his questions with questions

Answering his while I led through the labyrinth

He had methodically constructed to trap me















He talked for hours long into the night

He worked hard to unbalance me

So I let him see my anger at his kind

I let him know the damage he had done



I unloaded condemnation and judgment

And the fury in his eyes threw daggers

As he watched his speech, I stood firm

Hurling words to pierce his hard heart



He had stepped into a hornet’s nest

And tried to calm and redirect but there

Was no going back, his words stumbled

As he tried to regain control never owned















I left him to ponder his inner fool that night

He showed up early the next morning

Humbler, still tenacious to fulfill his mission

Intervening, the awareness finally jumped him



It was never about me that night

He met himself reflected in my eyes

He was at the end of his long life

And now he realized why it had always







Felt











Wrong

















Denny Lyon

Copyright 4 Dec 2010

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