The owner of the Phoenix Suns basketball team, Robert Sarver, came out strongly opposing AZ's new immigration laws. Arizona 's Governor, Jan Brewer, released the following statement in response to Sarver's criticism of the new law: "What if the owners of the Suns discovered that hordes of people were sneaking into games without paying? What if they had a good idea who the gate-crashers are but the ushers and security personnel were not allowed to ask these folks to produce their ticket stubs, thus non-paying attendees couldn't be ejected. Furthermore, what if Suns' ownership was expected to provide those who sneaked in with complimentary eats and drink? And what if, on those days when a gate-crasher became ill or injured, the Suns had to provide free medical care and shelter?" Arizona Gov. Jan Brewer
Best dog joke ever (from the same sourced website above) Nancy Pelosi called Harry Reid into her office one day and said, âHarry, I have a plan to win back Middle America in 2012!â âGreat Nancy, but how?â asked Harry. âWeâll get some cheesy clothes and shoes, like most Middle Class Americans wear, then stop at the pound and pick up a Labrador retriever. Then, weâll go to a nice old country bar in Montana and show them how much admiration and respect we have for the hard working people living there.â So they did, and found just the place they were looking for in Bozeman , Montana. With the dog in tow, they walked inside and stepped up to the bar. The Bartender took a step back and said, âHey! Arenât you Harry Reid and Nancy Pelosi?â âYes we are!â said Nancy, âAnd what a lovely town you have here. We were passing through and Harry suggested we stop and take in some local color.â They ordered a round of bourbon for the whole bar, and started chatting up a storm with anyone who would listen. A few minutes later, a grizzled old rancher came in, walked up to the Labrador, lifted up its tail, looked underneath, shrugged his shoulders and walked out. A few moments later, in came another old rancher. He walked up to the dog, lifted up its tail, looked underneath, scratched his head and left the bar. For the next hour, another dozen ranchers came in, lifted the dogâs tail, and left shaking their heads. Finally, Nancy asked, âWhy did all those old ranchers come in and look under the dogâs tail? Is it some sort of custom?â âLord no,â said the bartender. âSomeoneâs out there running around town, claiming thereâs a Labrador Retriever in here with two assholes.â