The Orliad

From the Diary of Orly Taitz, D.D.S., J.D., C.O.D.
03-20-2009 10;01;18PM

Yesterday I traveled to Idaho. I was able to address Chief Justice Roberts during the question answer session after his lecture. It was a grueling day, I left home at 3 in the morning

after sleeping only 3 hours

03-20-2009 10;07;45PM

and drove to San Diego

03-20-2009 10;09;19PM

from there flew to Salt Lake City

03-20-2009 10;13;36PM

from there to Spokane, Washington

03-20-2009 10;15;12PM

from there I drove for a couple of hours to be in Moscow Idaho, to address Chief Justice Roberts.

03-20-2009 10;05;18PM

After the lecture the audience was told, that they can ask questions, give their name and present a shot question. I was the first to run to the microphone

03-20-2009 10;35;36PM

“My name is Orly Taitz, I am an attorney from Southern California. I left home at three o’clock in the morning and flew and drove thousands of miles to talk to you and ask you a question”. Roberts seemed to be impressed by that and I continued. “Are you aware that there is criminal activity going on in the Supreme Court of the United States….....

03-20-2009 10;10;34PM

I am writing this in a hurry, ready to leave my hotel room, finishing yesterday’s dinner leftovers and ready to board a plane for a grueling flight back home.

03-20-2009 10;38;33PM

I missed time with my children, time that will never come back because a am criss crossing this country talking to Justices of the Supreme court, Representatives, Senators, FBI agents, Attorney Generals, US attorneys, telling all of them, what is wrong with you?

03-20-2009 10;04;09PM

Did some evil magician put a spell on the men in this country and they stopped being men? Why are you afraid to tell this arrogant jerk from Africa and Indonesia- You need to go home,There is no proof that you are even a citizen. For all we know, you need to go back to Kenya and wait for your green card, and that after we try you for all the crimes perpetrated upon American citizens.
03-20-2009 10;02;51PM

Brought to you by a grant from the Anna Russell School of “I’m Not Making This Up You Know!”

Cross-posted at Snarkopolitan

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You’ve captured her to a T, Mrs. P.

We do seem to have the old “italics spreading throughout the blog” again, though. Let’s see if this helps.

Apparently not. Oh well.

Brilliant, Mrs. Polly!

Keep this up and I’ll start to love Mondays by association.

“A member of security will be happy to see you with regards to the documents.”

So we can blow them up.

Man, is she really a dentist? Can you imagine letting that gorgon work on your teeth?

I missed time with my children, time that will never come back because a [sic{k}] am criss crossing this country stalking <strike>to</strike> Justices of the Supreme court, Representatives, Senators, FBI agents, Attorney Generals, US attorneys

Fxd.

Brilliant. That drawing of her eating a chicken leg will haunt me forever.

I love the car with the ...er… dental problems (her only patient, perhaps). And the symbolism of the rat slippers has not gone unappreciated. Magnifique!

Without the warriors of Truth how will Americans ever wake up from their stupor?  You may mock, but that just proves you’re in on it.

And the symbolism of the rat slippers has not gone unappreciated.

Indeed. Also. Her eyes are following me around the room. I think they’re looking for a new home.

I’m so pleased you like her, at least this version of her. Not to blow my own horn (well, a little honk), but I drew the Justice Roberts scene before the video came out, and in terms of bug-eyed document-waving, the real Orly didn’t disappoint.

Having done the Orliad, the sequel would have to be called the Idiocy. It shouldn’t be long for her to provide the material.

What a great start to a dreary Monday morning here!  Thank you!

... I drew the Justice Roberts scene before the video came out ...

Uncanny.

Having done the Orliad, the sequel would have to be called the Idiocy.

Outstanding!

Well, I’m awake now!

I hadn’t seen an actual photo of that insaniac until just now. Your drawings are dead-on! Now that I have you, who needs coffee?

“Criss-crossing the country talking to… FBI agents.”  Yeah, I’ll bet, Ms. Taitz.  The crazy, creepy eyes are dead-on, and the whole Edward Gorey vibe is great as usual.

I don’t look at Oily’s website much but checking out the comments over there, it appears that all the loony tunes who used to hang out at API breathlessly awaiting the release of the “Michelle Tapes” have migrated to her place.  She could probably pick up some extra donations if she hinted that she has the tapes in her possession too.

I wonder how long it will be before all that paper she lugged to Idaho with her to turn over to Roberts hits the shredder.

I imagine it on a shelf next to the Ark of the Covenant.

After turning her papers over to the Secret Service, I’m sure they were scanned for traces of explosives, drugs, and Oily Taint’s fecal matter, then given to a clerk to catalog before incineration…

Perhaps they handed them round.

A good laugh’s probably hard to find in that job.

Awesome artwork—totally catches the crazed look.

PS: Sometimes I suspect Taitz is a satiric performance artist who is taking us all for a ride. I mean “Orly”? DDS and JD?

I suspected that of Chief Editor Korir too.  Maybe they’re the same person!

I imagine it on a shelf next to the Ark of the Covenant.

And now, your conquest of the internons is complete.

[\Squeegees monitor/]

Oh gawd, I can hardly type, thanks for the belly laughs, that was brilliant

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