Tacky Postcards:

On the back of the card: “The real PEDRO!” “…you’ll find this pseudo-Confederate/Mexican all over SOUTH of the BORDER…” “OLE! COME SI, COME STAY!”
Must stop reading… too ridiculous…

The Wright Brothers, memorialized here in their infamous “let’s see who can go longer without blinking” contest.

Pull my finger!

“their famous citizen” but they’re not quite sure why – he was either a little boy lost or he peed to save the city, ah, “their famous citizen”

Is it just me, or is this postcard laden with phallic images?

So the last time I did a Tacky Tuesday post was over a year ago. In a nutshell, I collect tacky postcards and then post them here for everyone to enjoy-slash-groan over.

Some of you old time readers might have thought I simply ran out of tacky postcards, but no. I was just lazy. The scanner and my computer have been in separate rooms and yes, I really don’t have the energy to move between rooms with my computer.

Here are 5 postcards for you to, er, treasure:

Do you think that insurance building in the background is a car insurance company? Hi, what’s the deductible on falling cacti?

The sad thing is, I think people would be better off wearing gas masks in LA.

Welcome to the Howlin Wolf in New Orleans. You would never believe it from this picture, but I went to one of the wildest concerts EVER at that bar. What’s with the guy in all white showing off his butt?

Want to know what it says on the back of this card? “Greetings!” Indeed.

He shot JR. And there’s nothing you can do about it.

For anyone who ever mixed up Mississippi and Missouri on their fifth grade geography tests–

Another donkey going incognito

and then spotted again in Missouri

Hey, Iowa. Nebraska’s calling. They want their corn and dorkness back.

The real question behind these postcards, though, is what sights are we seeing in Mississippi, Missouri, and Iowa?

Ah.

All I can think of are ridiculous puns making use of the word udder, and frankly, it’s best I not subject you to them.

Fishing (Coats) in Alaska

Skagway’s version of M*A*S*H

Behold… my large hand!

Boo!

More like Hidin’ Out in Alaska

Right now, a postcard of Elvis in some ridiculous fur outfit would have come in handy. Anybody got one?

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“They were new dogs, utterly transformed by the harness.”

“He wanted… to have the leadership. It was his by right. He had earned it and he would not be content with less.”

“Mush on, poor sore feets,” the driver encouraged them as they tottered down the main street of Skaguay.

“She was pretty and soft, but she weighed one hundred twenty pounds—a lusty last straw to the load dragged by the weak and starving animals.”

“With the aurora borealis flaming cold overhead, of the stars leaping in the frost dance, and the land numb and frozen under its pall of snow, this song of the huskies might have been the defiance of life, only it was pitched in minor key, with long-drawn wailings and half-sobs, and was more the pleading of life, the articulate travail of existence.”

Oh, Jack, if you could see us now.

Bear! Bare! Get it?!

They DO crap in the woods! Get it?!

They’re looking at us like WE’RE the sights to see! Get it?!

Scary bear… outhouse… no pants… toilet paper… “Alaska!”? Um… I don’t get it.

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