The Jackal

Sometimes ya just don't have a choice when it comes to namin' your new motorcycles. This was one of those cases. I was writin' down the VIN number for my records and there it was. The first letters... JKAL. What I'm gonna do?

So here she is.



Theres bit of the gear I got along with her. No green. Black and grey. I should end up looking something like a tie-fighter pilot... which is just fine with me.

There was an issue with the dual-sport pants I ordered. To damned big. The knees were down around my shins. I don't know what I'm gonna do. It's not easy to find ridin' gear for short fellers.

The bike is freakin' beautiful. I fully expect JAC and Welldigger to hate me for months. I'll be suprised if Digger will even speak to me. Anyway... I'll keep y'all posted over at JAC's. I'll try to do at least a couple of the audio posts myself. Check over there a lot. I'll keep him honest.

We can't forget about you poor bastards at work.

The BloggerBlaster Remains

I repeat:

The BloggerBlaster Remains.

Details in next transmission.

Stop.

So...


How 'bout them Blue Devils?

Did I mention that the mexicans that are moving me showed up 9-hours late? 9! Not 9am... 6pm. That's not good. Now... sure... they busted their asses after they got here... but dayum.

So far we are displeased. We're supposed to be out of here tomorrow... and yet the house remains 75% un-packed. Not Good.

Now granted... we're supposed to have double the mexicans tomorrow... but still. How much can 6 mexicans do in a day?

I reckon we'll find out.

See? This is why NAFTA doesn't work. Because in the end... you can't change a culture with mere economics.

And So it Ends

DrWho goes in at 3:00pm today. She works a 16-hour shift, and at 7:00am EST, she will walk out of WVU Hospital a Board Eligible Anesthesiologist.

The movers will be here in about 30 minutes to start packing our stuff.

Meanwhile down in Dickson I have a couple motorcycle shops competing to sell me a new KLX 250... and a whole patch of rednecks are busy installing new hardwood floors, tile, and paint throughout the monstrosity we closed on last week.

Believe it or not, my biggest stress right now is moving my 2-year-old fish, Cletus. He's an Oscar, and if you've ever seen a big one, you know why I named him Cletus. I'm well aware that its just a fish... but its just a fish that eats out of my hand. It behaves largely like a dog. I pet him.

DrWho is particularly attached to Cletus.

I've formulated an excellent plan for moving the beast. I've procured a 28 quart cooler, and I am drilling a hole in its lid. I've got a small filter and air stone that's driven by the same pump. Truely impotent for anything but the smallest aquarium, but for our purposes it should do well. I'll fill the cooler with water from Cletus' tank, run the hose through the hole in the lid, and plug the air-pump into an inverter in the truck. The cooler should keep the water warm.

So that's the plan. Wish Cletus luck.

Bloggin'?

Are you on crack? If I wanted to sit in front of a computer while the NCAA Tournament was on I'd have a freakin' job! I've watched college basketball all day... and you should have too.

Morons.

What are you working for? No one works this week. Its a tradition. I don't know why you even bother going in... you're just gonna sit there with ESPN's scoreboard on auto-refresh. You ain't gonna get crap done.

Hey.... How about the Big East? Or should I say.... Big Easy.

Gross Stupidity

High comedy my friends. We've finally reached the point where you can actually sue yourself for your own stupidity.

An employee of the city driving a city vehicle smashes into his own car... and sues the city for damages.

I'm gonna give y'all 2 guesses... Which state did this happen in?

Oh She's Good

It appears that one of our boys is gettin' a fine prize indeed. Head over to Res' place for details.

Bad Joke Wednesday: The Tennessee Edition

In honour of our new house in Burns, Tn I thought I'd post some good ol' bad jokes! Major props to DrWho for digging these up while she was in the OR.

The owner of a golf course in Tennessee was confused about paying aninvoice, so he decided to ask his secretary for some mathematical help.

He called her into his office and said, "You graduated from The Universityof Tennessee and I need some help. If I were to give you $20,000, minus 14%,how much would you take off?"
The secretary thought a moment, then replied, "Everything but my earrings."

You gotta love those Tennessee women.


A group of Tennessee friends went deer hunting and paired off in twos forthe day. That night, one of the hunters returned alone, staggering under the weight of an eight-point buck.
"Where's Henry?" the others asked.

"Henry had a stroke of some kind. He's a couple of miles back up thetrail," the successful hunter replied.

"You left Henry laying out there and carried the deer back?" they inquired.

"A tough call," nodded the hunter. "But I figured no one is going to stealHenry!"


A senior at Tennessee was overheard saying... "When the end of the worldcomes, I hope to be in Tennessee." When asked why, he replied he'd rather bein Tennessee because everything happens in Tennessee 20 years later than in the rest of the civilized world.


The young man from Tennessee came running into the store and said to hisbuddy, "Bubba, somebody just stole your pickup truck from the parking lot!"
Bubba replied, "Did you see who it was?

"The young man answered, "I couldn't tell, but I got the license number."


NEWS FLASH! - Tennessee's worst air disaster occurred! when a smalltwo-s eater Cessna 150 plane, piloted by two University of Indiana students,crashed into a cemetery earlier today. Search and Rescue workers have recovered 300 bodies so far and expect the number to climb as diggingcontinues into the evening

The pilot and copilot survived and are helping in the recovery efforts.


An Tennessee State trooper pulled over a pickup on I-65. The trooper asked,"Got any ID?"
The driver replied, "Bout whut?"


And Her Favorite


A man in Tennessee had a flat tire, pulled off on the side of the road, andproceeded to put a bouquet of flowers in front of the car and one behindit. Then he got back in the car to wait.
A passerby studied the scene as he drove by and was so curious he turnedaround and went back. He asked the fellow what the problem was.

The man replied, "I have a flat tire."

The passerby asked, "But what's with the flowers?"

The man responded, "When you break down they tell you to put flares in thefront and flares in the back! I never did understand it either."

Increased Sphincter Tone

DrWho chimes in: I'm in the OR, and yes my patient is asleep and very happy...ohno!! gotta go!


Relax... she's joking.... right?

Fish in a Barrell

Ya know I hate writing about the DNC. Its just to easy. It gets boring. How many times can you point to the train wreck? Morbid curiousity only goes so far.

But this is new.

I give you the new Democrat entitlement: Broadband for everyone! No doubt we're going to hear about AlGore's poor grandmother eating dogfood while using a 14.4 modem.

This is what the Dems are offering? Seriously?

I cannot tell you how much fun this is. I love it. I really do. You won't find this many holes in a donut shop.

If this isn't enough to convince you that the democrats are crazier than a shit house loon nothing will.

The Final Countdown: T minus 9 days

We're in single digits boys. Today is also significant, as we are closing on the new house... which we have never seen... and its being measured for new hardwood floors.... which we haven't seen. Oh this should be fun.

Its closing in about 2 hours... and I haven't seen a settlement statement yet... which is only mildly disconserting.

We found out yesterday that the bank was still madly faxing around various verification of former employment documents... which was also mildly disconserting.

Hey... I've done the mortgage thing. I know how it works. Its a panic business of putting out fires and living on the cutting edge of the knife.

I fully expected things to go wrong, then work themselves out at the end. That's just the way the business is.

Anyway.. today is actually DrWho's last regular work day. She's either on overnight call or late call the rest of the time we're here... and counting today, she only works 5 days total. Granted three of those 5 days are 16-hour shifts... but still... no more getting up early to go in. The girl gets to sleep late for the next month-and-a-half.

Well deserved says I.

By the way... if the title of this post caused you to hum the keyboard hook from that old Europe song... you've instantly lost all respect.

Brokeback Love Story

So... My wife was on call Monday night and as is tradition someone from the OR staff provided a movie, and the whole staff gathered in the lounge to watch it together.

Much to my wife's suprise... it turned out to be a special edition of Brokeback Mountain.

A little background here. Yes I am ashamed. But in her defense, she never believed the movie was actually about gay cowboys. In typical woman fashion, she simply couldn't accept reality. She was convinced it was a cowboy movie with a cowboy movie plot in which a couple cowboys were gay. Ahem. No.

So the whole OR staff... and understand... this is a hospital populated with wildly liberal people. The Chair of my wife's department is openly gay, and the new number 2 guy not only wears pink bras under his dress shirts... but he adjusts the straps a lot to make sure you know it.

This isn't a problem with the vast majority of their co-workers. So what I am about to describe to you is the reaction a liberal audiance had to Brokeback.

They laughed all the way through it. They Rocky Horrored it. Because its just that bad a movie. The acting is terrible. At one point... during what seemed like the 10th gay sex scene, a fella said, "Good lord... there was more talkin' in Castaway."

During was supposed to be a heart wrenching scene of rejection... one of the gay cowboys is so torn up about not getting laid (that is the whole movie, two guys that want to get laid. Love has nothing to do with it. Their relationship is solely sex) he goes off to the corner having a crying a fit and pukes. A circulator nurse in the audiance goes, "Oh my God! He's pregnant!"

You've read time and again that this is such a great love story. There is no love in it. These two gay cowboys bugger each other a few times a year. That's the whole of their relationship. One of them, in another howler, goes off to Mexico and hires a gay male prostitute because he's been away from his buddy to long... then actually uses that fact to try to put his gay cowboy buddy on a guilt trip.

That's love? Ladies... think of your husband looking you in the eye and saying, "You made me go 2 months with out sex, so I went found a whore." Boy... wouldn't you just feel so terrible about how you'd mistreated him?

The movie is brutally honest about 1 thing. It exposes gay "love" for what it is. Nothing more than lust.

The fact that gays look at this as a positive depiction just exposes their lifestyle all the more as nothing but a glorified fetish.

And the liberal OR Staff's take? They hated it. Not because it was about gays, but because it was just a really bad movie.

Why Should You Own a Gun?

During the 20th century, not counting warfare, governments murdered more than one man, woman and child every minute. 3.2 men, women and children, killed by their governments, every minute of every hour of every day of every year, for one hundred years.

That's why.

Public Safety

The pastey skinned invertibrates wring their hands and worry aloud. The public must be kept safe.

I ask you, why?

Why is it any of your business if I wear a helmet while I tear through the tarmac on my CBR?

Why... because if I crash, then your insurance will go up! Someone will have to pay for that 6 months I spent in the ICU. What ridiculous reasoning is this? Do we not see far more injury accidents in cars? How many lives would be saved if we required the drivers of automobiles to wear helmets and safety gear?

We watch NASCAR drivers walk away from 170+ mph multi-car crashes every sunday. With that kind of gear... what chance is there that anyone would die from a crash at 60mph? The same reasoning could well lead us to drop all speed limits to 5mph.

I have no desire to live like this.

What business is it of yours if I open a smoking bar? Or allow dogs in my resturaunt? If you don't like smoke... or dogs... can't you just leave?

Ever more.... Ever more I weigh the prospects of leaving America.

Excellent News!

Friends! There may yet be hope!

You cannot imagine my joy. I actually danced in a gig-like manner when I saw a link off the DrudgeReport. When Bill commented I had to post on it.

Now don't get me wrong. I'm not at all confident that BirdFlu will abandon its shiftless ways and actually mutate into something useful. It would certainly be nice if it did though. Short of a moderately sized planet-killer... this probably the best chance we have at some much needed human pruning.

I have my lingering doubts. Birdflu.... much like nuclear radiation... is far to unproven. The models always look far worse than the tests. Run Chernobyl through the computers and you'll find that half of Europe should've died out. Didn't happen. Sadly.

Anyway... lets not rain on the parade any more... we've got a potential plague to prepare for! Good times!

Happiness is a Dead Commie

Some of you will recall the picture I posted a while back of Che's corpse. There was talk of putting it on a t-shirt. The usual "wouldn't that be cool" stuff. Now of course 99 times out of 100 nothing ever comes of it. Well this time...



Boy howdy I was one happy camper when this showed up in the mail. Mad creds to Dadoovark for providing the shirt. My hippy neighbors havn't seen it yet... I can't wait to wear it to around WVU's campus. Oh happy day.

So...

Who wants one?

KLX 250



6-speed tranny. Modern suspension. Can you say, "Street Legal Dirt Bike"? Sorry Gregg. I'm joining Team Green.

ATF

I would be remiss if I didn't note the fact that the blog is suffering. Fact is... the reason I have the opinions I have... and the reason I write what I write is largely related to the fact that I have time to think.

Lately... I really don't have time to think... and when I do... I find myself thinking about the various differences between a BMW F650, a Suzuki DR-650 or DRZ400... or the new challenger.. the KLX250. If I have appeared distracted its because I am.

To much to do... not enough time to do it...

This time next week we'll be on the road to Nashville to drop the boys off and pick up DJ.

This time the week after we'll be on the road to Dickson to move in to our new house.

Things are a little hectic.

Yesterday for example was almost entirely wasted researching a company called FPE which used to make circuit breakers. Don't ask... just know that Home Inspections are a freakin' scam, and Home Inspectors don't know butt from a hole in the ground.

I basicly ended up telling the people who're buyin' my house that their inspector was crazier than a shit house loon.

Not to mention my late night counciling session last night...

Its friday dammit... its time to drink and smoke and carry on like fools.

Did I mention I almost bought a pistol yesterday? I was so irritated and pissed off about the inspector thing I took a break and started browesin' around my favorite internet haunts. By the time I came to my senses I was just about to hit the Buy button on a 645 dollar remake of the Confederate Lemat.

Now if ya don't know about that famed weapon you are missin' out. The original was a 9-shot .42 caliber cap and ball pistol... You could rotate the striker on the hammer down and then fire a 10th shot... which happened to be an 18 gauge shotgun! J.E.B. Stuart carried one of these... as I am sure Nathanial Bedford Forrest did as well at one time or another.

Anyway... I backed out. The new replica is actually in .44 and 20 gauge.... and I'm sure its a lot of fun... but I'd rather spend the bucks on a mill to make my own 1911s. What? You thought I'd forgot? bah.

Believe it or not my bourbon supply is runnin' low... I'm down to Bookers and Blantons. Yeah I know... its a tough life. I mean if you only have two to choose from... those are pretty damned good options. 2 guesses on what I'm drinkin' tonight...

ah piss on it... its 65 degrees and sunny... there's a little breeze goin' by... I'm gonna set out on the front porch and smoke. Maybe sip a little later. I'll be checkin' back directly.

Y'all have fun.

Heads Up

If you use mulch around your house be very careful about buying mulch this year. After the hurricane in New Orleans many trees were blown over. These trees were then turned into mulch and the state is trying to get rid of tons and tons of this mulch to any state or company who will come and haul it away. So it will be showing up in Home Depot and Lowes at dirt cheap prices with one huge problem; Formosan Termites will be the bonus in many of those bags. New Orleans is one of the few areas in the country were the Formosan Termites has gotten a strong hold and most of the trees blown down were already badly infested with those termites. Now we may have the worst case of transporting a problem to all parts of the country that we have ever had. These termites can eat a house in no time at all and we have no good control against them, so tell your friends that own homes to avoid cheap mulch and know were it came from.

more info

I got this in an email not long ago. I figured I'd pass it on. If you check it out on Snopes you'll find they say its false. Of course, if you read their explaination you'll find that its actually quite true... which they themselves admit. They gave it a false rating because of the menton of Home Depot and Lowes, which they feel will be safe. Its hard to argue since Home Depot buys no mulch from Louisianna. Snopes puts a great deal of faith in LSU's quarentine. I do not. As always take it with a grain of salt, but don't disregard it out of hand. Snopes is a great site and they do great work, but I feel they've dropped the ball on this one.

Shoot Him.

And you wonder why we don't let anyone watch our kids.

Please note the detectives talking about how meticulous one must be when collecting evidence in a case like this. Really? What's so complicated? The parents surveilence cameras recorded this evil bastard forcing the kids to felate him.

What's complicated about collecting this evidence?

Take him out back and put a bullet in his head.

I really don't understand the process here. Why is he still alive? Why was he arrested at all? Why didn't the father of these kids just kill him? Are you telling me you'd put the dad away for it? Because I'd nominate him for Dad of the Year.

Ya know what's complicated? The detectives are gonna try to empty all their "We don't know who did it" cases on this dude. That's what's complicated.

No doubt some lawyer will take the dude's case for the media exposure and the social boner. Innocent until proven guilty it says...

There's the video tape says I.

Shoot him.

Legend

I suppose each sport has one man that personifies it for better... Football has Peyton Manning... or worse... Baseball has Barry Bonds.

For years NASCAR had Dale Earnhardt. But actually... there was always someone that maybe fit the mold a little better.

Junior Johnson was born in 1931.

His daddy taught him to drive while running moonshine. Junior, it turns out, was a quick study. Its been said that Junior was never caught on the highway... not even close. I don't know how true that is... but the fact that its says tells ya somethin' about the way the man could drive.

He was called the same way a lot of preachers are called... we was plowin' a field... starrin' a mule's ass... when somethin' better come along. His brother L.P. walked right up and asked him to drive for him in the next race. Junior figured it may not pay no better... but drivin was a damn site more fun than plowin'.

He finished second.

The stories, tall tales, and out right lies about Junior are to many to list... entertaining though they be. What else would you expect from a man that won 50 races before retiring at just 34?

Oh by the way... did I mention he invented the modern practice of drafting when he won the Dayton 500 in 1960?

Junior is an authentic whiskey runnin' stock car racin' good ol' boy. He's a throw back to another civilization... Imagine Dale Earnhardt Junior running Herb through the back woods of Carolina on his off days...

NASCAR ain't a sport they says. They're right too. It's not really a sport.

Its more like a lifestyle.

Obediance

Its bed said recently that the Lord's call for obediance is to often ignored by the Church. This got me to thinking.

When one is commanded to do something that one wants to do, obeying is very easy indeed. Find me on any given Friday night and demand I sip some Bookers and you'll find me quite compliant. Order me to watch a Will and Grace marathon and we'll have a problem.

So it is to often with the Lord.

We all have our favorite verses... be they John 14:6 or 3:16... or something else. Likewise though, do we also have those verses that could perhaps better be described as versus. For they pit our will against God's.

Its in dealing with these Versus that our character is exposed. Will you distort the Word? Will you change God to fit your will? Or will you change yourself for God? If the Bible disagrees with you... who's wrong?

Perhaps this is a little clearer to me... in that one of my favorite verses is a versus for so many modern Christians. See... Modern Christian know things about Christ. They know He was a pacifist. They know He taught that we should "be nice to each other."

In short... They know Jesus was John Lennon.

So of course... They find themselves a bit stumped when they get to Luke. 22:36 comes to mind specificly:

Then said he unto them, But now, he that hath a purse, let him take it, and likewise his scrip: and he that hath no sword, let him sell his garment, and buy one.

Here the fun starts. The Pope himself claimed that Christ wasn't actually talking about a real sword, but a spiritual one. I don't know... perhaps they sell spiritual swords on the steps of the Vatican... along with the Indulgences... I've never actually seen one. Must be nice though. This is an obsurdist view, and totally laughable. Christ is giving practical advice. He is preparing his deciples for a change, for life without His physical presence.

Ah... but Christ rebuked Peter for defending Him when the guards came! But.... Christ said turn the other cheek! But but but...

I've even read some folks claiming that "Luke" made this whole thing up when he wrote the book. Such a claim is comical and yet still sad. We rail against homosexuals for twisting the text of the Bible, and then we do the same thing.

Part of the Versus vs verses issue though relates to ignorance. When one has a good solid understanding of Christianity... these things matter very little... if ever they arrise at all.

Brilliant!

A wiseman once said;

"Big sisters are the crabgrass in the lawn of life."

Huge points for anyone who can name the source.

New Friend

Lets face it. Few things are as dear to a man as a well made knife. I probably haven't spent as much time on knives as I should... so let me take a minute to rectify that.

I've carried a Leatherman of one form or another for at least 6 years now. Probably closer to 8. Right now, more often than not you'll find a Leatherman Wave in its black holster on my belt. If I had my way I'd have that tool and a mini-maglite with me at all times. More often than not I have my way.

For all its usefulness though... the Leatherman is all tool. Its functionality as a weapon is zilch. Which brings me to my new friend.



Meet the Kershaw Tactical Blur. This is possibly my favorite pocket knife of all time. And I've had some fine ones. It's name is well earned. A flick of the thumb and this thing jump open. Don't blink. Switchblades are not this fast.

The grip is awesome as well. Sticky as can be. It's like 100 grit metal sandpaper.

Now don't get me wrong... I haven't given up on Kabar or Syderco. But this is a great knife. It feels perfect in my hand, and so far it has handled everything I've asked of it perfectly. If you're thinkin' about pickin' up a knew everyday knife... check out the Blurs.

The Curse of Interesting Times

The Dutch are considering outlawin' burqas. Swastikas are flying again in Germany. It appears Europe is back to its old ways. The more things change... the more they...

Well hold on now. Europeans are a bunch of lefties, right?

Sure... Economicly Europe is liberal, but when it comes to race relations europe is only progressive on the surface. One needs only to listen to soccer fans chant insults that would probly only be heard at an Illinois Klan rally in the States. Historically speaking we Americans may have had slaves, but we didn't march them into ovens. In the view of world history slavery is much more common and much more acceptable than say.... genocide.

Europe has a long history of genocide. In fact, some of the most effective and wide spread genocide in the world has happened on that continent. This history gives us a bit of perspective when we look at today's events.

Many have lamented that Europe has largely been lukewarm on the War on Terror. I cannot help but think that is partially because Europe doesn't take the war seriously yet. When they finally do take the war seriously though... it likely will not be the War on Terror to them. It is likely to be the War on Islam.

But no says you. Europe doesn't allow discrimination based on religion.

HA! says I. Europe changes the rules whenever she sees fit.

Europeans have a long fuse made of pure sloth. The fuse is finite however... and once lit, it will burn its way ever so slowly towards its end. It can be extinquished at anytime... but if it is not... there will be a bang. Or perhaps a boom... more likely.... and Earth-shattering KA-BOOM which will rock the moslem world for a century or more, if it survives at all. Americans may be wringing their hands over minority rights, but Europeans will be lining up brown people by the thousands at efficiently engineered execution centers. Anyone remember Dresden?

History is about to provide the Middle East with a teaching moment. What will the lesson be? Its hard to say. It's always easier to look back and see what lessons were taught than it is to predict what the lessons will be.

Right now the fuse is slowly burning away... but its showing signs of getting shorter. To expect that Europe will simply roll-over and die is insane. Things will get worse and worse with moslem relations there... and when things look the worst...

KA-BOOM.

Europe is a continent that requires a certain amount of warfare. It simply cannot exist in peace for more than a few decades. Frankly a decent sized European conflict is over due.

Tic. Tic. Tic. Tic. Tic. Tic.

The Myth of Low Crime in Canada

Canadian Crime Statics from 2004 per 100,000 population as reported by Canadian Police:

Crimes of Violence: 946
Attempted Murder: 2.2
Assault: 731
Sexual Assault: 73.7
Other Sexual Offenses: 8.2
Robbery: 86
Other Crimes of Violence: 42.3

Now before we go on, lets define some things. The Assault numbers are inflated, because they lumped all levels of assault, from say wearing a weapon in public to beating someone with a baseball bat, into one number. Since our American numbers don't account for that, lets just through out the Canadian numbers completely. Instead of 946 per 100,000, we'll call it 215 per 100,000. Now America doesn't have a chance right? Because the American numbers I'm about to show you actually include what Canadians call Level 2 and 3 assault.

United States of America

Violent Crimes per 100,000, as reported by police:

Murder, Attempted Murder, Aggravated Assault, Rape, and Robbery: 395

Canada: 215 per 100,00
US: 395 per 100,000.


So for every 1 serious violent crime in Canada, we have 1.8 serious violent crimes in the United States. Why that's just a startling difference. Ain't it?

Then again... remember... that 215 isn't the legit number. That's removing all of the class 2 and class 3 assaults from the Canadian number, which are included in the American number.

Uh oh.

So how many Class 2 and Class 3 assaults are there in Canada each year? I dunno... but when ya consider that the total assault rate is 731... I'd wager that its more than 180. Wouldn't you?

So much for the myth of low crime in Canada.

***I made an egregiously careless error this morning when I first posted this. It was just heinous. Probably the stupidest thing I've ever posted. I thought about leaving it for everyone to see... but then it occurred to me that some one might actually read it and believe it. Trust me when I tell you I'm an idiot before my third cup of coffee... particularly when it comes to simple math. I apologize. Thanks to Doc for pointin' it out.***

M'Out

Kids... I'm afraid you're on your own this weekend. Me and the family are about to roll. Headin' to the Great White North to spend a few lazy days at Niagara. As comical as it may sound I'll actually be staying on the Canada side. Wish me luck at the border. Or maybe you should wish them luck... ever how ya see it.

Jeb's been talkin' about seeing the HUGE waterfall for two days now. He's chompin' at the bit to get on the road. So.... Let my boys take up the slack for me this weekend.

Between Will, Res, EP, JAC and Vox you should be in good hands. Y'all keep 'em straight now.

The Beast



Kawasaki's ZX-14

Quarter Mile: 9.86 seconds @ 148mph.

Understand... this was stock. Out-of-the-box. Oh yeah... and these numbers were hit by a rider with little or no drag experience.

Oh mama.

The Important Things

Today I was slogging through our many years of writings and I began to wonder who it was that wrote all those angry rants. They certainly sound mad. This is strange, because I’m not really mad at all. In fact I’m as happy as I’ve ever been, if a bit stressed.

There’s been a tremendous change in my outlook. Things that bothered me before simply do not now. When I read of massive government waste, or equally massive bureaucratic stupidity, I simply chuckle to myself.

Why?

Largely its because I have become separated from society. I don’t work. I don’t watch TV outside of sports. What news I get I choose to get. My time is spent with my children, wife, and very soon my friends. I simply don’t feel a part of the society that is rapidly declining around me. I feel like I’m watching a ship of fools sink, rather than sinking with it.

I contribute nothing to the government. I pay no taxes. I do not vote. I no longer feel attachment to the ground on which I was born. The fire I once had to see it all fixed is long gone. Now I simply enjoy the show. How can one not?

Tiring of the Reagan Revolution the Democrats looked to Clinton to save them. All they got was moderate spending and massive cuts in welfare. Not what they had in mind.

The Republicans then elect Dubya, fearing the big government ways of Al Gore or John Kerry. In return Dubya increases the size and scope of government far more than either could have.

Next the Dems may elect Hillary over some war-mongering NeoCon. In return Hillary will re-double our war efforts in a manner that Dubya never could.

This is what I mean when I speak of high comedy.

In the past I kept connected through information. I simply absorbed everything I could about current events. That only lasts so long. Eventually reality wins. You can pretend you’re in the game from the bench, and you can even make yourself believe it, but you’re not really in the game. Someday the realization comes.

Oh don’t get me wrong. There are still issues that stir up a reaction in me; Abortion or Guns. But these things never keep me interested long. When the recent challenges to Roe fail, it won’t bother me like it would have 4 years ago. There was a time when I would have a serious internal debate about revolution. I would’ve asked myself if it was time to vote with my index finger.

Now? I’ll take a sip of bourbon, shake my head, and go back to thinking about motorcycles or pretty girls.

America is past saving, and not worth whatever struggle would be required anyway. The American people do not want to be free. They want to be fed and entertained. When you’re free you have to feed and entertain yourself, a much more difficult thing.

Live well. Drink well. Read much.

Christian concern is for the Lord and His Will. Not for the good of one nation or another. The rise and fall of empire is simply the way of the world. War and Peace are nothing to be overly concerned with.

Render unto Caesar that which is his…

nothing.

Not to Be Out Done

Believe it or not South Dakota is not the most Anti-Baby-Killing state in the Union. According to the National Oranization of Womens Health (BabyKillers R' Us) that distinction belongs to Mississippi.

Like South Dakota, the state only has one Infancide Processing Unit, and like South Dakota, Mississippi is about to pass into law a bill that would make it illegal for any doctor to perform an abortion unless the life of the mother is at stake.

Which statisticly speaking... pretty much never happens.

Where is Gold Going?

Back in 1980 Gold hit high mid-day at $850.00 an ounce. In today's dollars, that's $2,175.00... per ounce.

"2175 bucks!" you say. "2 1 7 5" says I. Then of course you scoff as you remember that you're talkin' to Nate.... who just happens to be crazier than a shithouse loon.

But look at the charts! Look!

We've got a great little pattern going here... natural fluxuation... ups and downs... but what we see is higher highs, and higher lows. Two steps forward, one step back. We're goin' somewhere folks. We know this bull-market is for real. That was proven back in January. If you look at the corrections, the last two lows were actually right at, or just above previous highs. That's serious people.

One tried and true rule of investing is, if's hit a price once, it will hit it again some day. We're gonna see gold break 2000 bucks an ounce.. It's going to happen. You can expect a steep correction at 850, as that number represents the uninflated 30-year high... but it the march will continue, and I suspect once 850 goes down the second time, it will pick up big time. If you haven't bought in before then, that's the time.

Gold is gonna roll on to the 2000 mark. After that all bets are off. But I'm not gonna ride it out much past it. I may even sell off at just short of $2000. It will peak sometime shortly there after... probably somewhere not to far north of $2175. After that it will drop like a rock, followed by a dead-cat bounce up to about $1,000... then it will begin the slide into slumpdom.

That's where we are people. I've made it as clear as I can. If you don't make a killing on this, don't blame me. People complain because no one gives them specific advice. Well... it don't get more specific than this: Buy Gold. BUY GOLD. Hold it until it hits 2000, then start considering selling. Don't bother selling off and re-buying on each and every correction. Who has time for that crap? Just hold it for the big one. I may consider selling at 850, just because I'm so confident there will be a big correction there.... but I also may be out on the boat sippin' bourbon and watchin' the pretty blonde girl play.

Anyway... You're Welcome.