Welcome to Club Ned

Ned Cheever, proprietor and Fool in Residence

Folks often ask me about joining Club Ned. An official enrollment is not necessary here. Club Ned is a state of mind, requiring only a simple, unforgettable act of foolish or immoderate behavior for admission. Once you've become marked as a social liability, membership is endowed without further action on your part. We don't have to keep a list, because society does it for us. If you have thrown up on your date, tried to make out with your spouse's sibling, passed out at a dinner party, or have been eighty-sixed at a popular bar, you have already gained membership.

Welcome jerks, pariahs, schlemiels, clowns, saps, and losers. You'll fit right in. There is no secret handshake. We'll know right away if you're a Club Nedster.

Rambling thoughts:

Should I disassociate myself from all the nuts and kooks that I know, love, and am related to, I would live the rest of my days as a hermit.
The "most transparent administration ever" is obscured by a stone wall.
Muslims chop up a soldier in London while Muslims riot and burn a Stockholm suburb. Is there a message here?

...and another thought -- If you needed advice, who would you trust?

The Jefferson quote has been around for a while. Obama's is fresh off his teleprompter.

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