An Open Can of Worms
This will demonstrate just how few liberals actually think about their actions. Watch as the liberal talking heads scurry to embrace this company's right to fire workers who smoke. Even when the workers only smoke on their own time.
Yes... The liberals are now advocating a company's right to fire employees... based on behavior. The reason they are offering, is that the behavior in question raises the cost of insurance.
Wonder what their gonna say when it's pointed out that homosexuality is a behavior, and it also irrefutably raises the cost of insurance, even more so than smoking.
If they are wise, they'll sweep this under the rug and pray to thier Goddess that it goes away quietly.
Of course, if they were wise, they wouldn't be liberals.
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Monday, January 24, 2005
Minority
The current administration would have us believe that all men long for freedom. This simply isn't true. Men seek security. They seek rules, and ritual, and regulation. They seek these rules and regulations not to keep them from harm, or to prevent them from harming others, but to allow them to feel secure in the decisions they make.
Is 60mph to fast for this road? Well.... the speed limit is 65... So I'm ok.
Is it ok to park on the street? It is ok, because I have a permit!
Is it ok to carry a gun? It is! I have a permit!
Is it ok to travel outside my country? It is! I have a passport!
Laugh all you want, but most people cannot make decisions without the security a framework of guidelines and rules provides. This is why people cannot think outside the box. Because its the box that allows them to think.
Outside the box, people freeze. They wildly search for someone to build them a new box... and all to often, Evil is there to provide exactly that. Think I am mistook? Experiment. Tell someone he can do anything he wants... or go anywhere he wants... no rules. Watch... and see the panic.
We see this as well, in our children. They need guidlines to aid their decision making. The purpose of classic education was to defeat this, and open the child to new ideas and creative thinking.
The world has abandoned this process. Increasingly children's creative thinking is funnelled into useless endevours where it flounders... safely removed from the rest of the world. Sheep are created from humans.
Or perhaps its actually backwards. Perhaps its the classical education that was developed to make humans from sheep... and now we're just returning to our natural state of bootlicking euphoria.
Our pained experiments with spreading democracy... which should never be confused with spreading freedom... are doomed even still. They are doomed by the image democracy itself projects...
While democracy is nothing more benevolent than two wolves and a sheep about to vote on what's for dinner, it brings with it all the insecurities associated with freedom. Those insecurities... who will lead us? What will happen to us?
That is the crux of the matter.
The majority thinks only of what will happen... The minority thinks only of what must be done.
The current administration would have us believe that all men long for freedom. This simply isn't true. Men seek security. They seek rules, and ritual, and regulation. They seek these rules and regulations not to keep them from harm, or to prevent them from harming others, but to allow them to feel secure in the decisions they make.
Is 60mph to fast for this road? Well.... the speed limit is 65... So I'm ok.
Is it ok to park on the street? It is ok, because I have a permit!
Is it ok to carry a gun? It is! I have a permit!
Is it ok to travel outside my country? It is! I have a passport!
Laugh all you want, but most people cannot make decisions without the security a framework of guidelines and rules provides. This is why people cannot think outside the box. Because its the box that allows them to think.
Outside the box, people freeze. They wildly search for someone to build them a new box... and all to often, Evil is there to provide exactly that. Think I am mistook? Experiment. Tell someone he can do anything he wants... or go anywhere he wants... no rules. Watch... and see the panic.
We see this as well, in our children. They need guidlines to aid their decision making. The purpose of classic education was to defeat this, and open the child to new ideas and creative thinking.
The world has abandoned this process. Increasingly children's creative thinking is funnelled into useless endevours where it flounders... safely removed from the rest of the world. Sheep are created from humans.
Or perhaps its actually backwards. Perhaps its the classical education that was developed to make humans from sheep... and now we're just returning to our natural state of bootlicking euphoria.
Our pained experiments with spreading democracy... which should never be confused with spreading freedom... are doomed even still. They are doomed by the image democracy itself projects...
While democracy is nothing more benevolent than two wolves and a sheep about to vote on what's for dinner, it brings with it all the insecurities associated with freedom. Those insecurities... who will lead us? What will happen to us?
That is the crux of the matter.
The majority thinks only of what will happen... The minority thinks only of what must be done.
Recycling is a Waste
Not only do I not recycle, I actively attempt to prevent others from recycling. I am tempted every week to take my neighbors recycling bins and empty them into my garbage cans. I've not yet done so... but that doesn't mean I won't do it eventually.
Why?
Because recycling is wasteful.
How can that be you ask? Raw materials are not the whole of the equation says I. Recycling is a process by which the old is made new. All processes have costs. Recycling costs a lot.
New Aluminum is cheaper than recycled aluminum.
New paper is cheaper than recycled paper.
There is virtually no new product in the world that is more expensive than its recycled counterpart.
It doesn't do us any good to reuse some aluminum, if we have to burn significantly more coal to recycle it. It doesn't do us any good to recycle paper, if it cost less in oil, gas, and electricity, to simple grow and process more trees.
We now have 40% more garbage trucks in many areas... because the same trucks that process and carry trash, cannot be used to carry plastic, paper, and glass to the recycling sites. That's more gas. That's more air pollution.
It looks like you're doing some good. It gives you a do-gooder buzz. But... as is the way of most liberal activities...
It harms that which it is aimed at helping.
Be Green. Don't Recycle.
Not only do I not recycle, I actively attempt to prevent others from recycling. I am tempted every week to take my neighbors recycling bins and empty them into my garbage cans. I've not yet done so... but that doesn't mean I won't do it eventually.
Why?
Because recycling is wasteful.
How can that be you ask? Raw materials are not the whole of the equation says I. Recycling is a process by which the old is made new. All processes have costs. Recycling costs a lot.
New Aluminum is cheaper than recycled aluminum.
New paper is cheaper than recycled paper.
There is virtually no new product in the world that is more expensive than its recycled counterpart.
It doesn't do us any good to reuse some aluminum, if we have to burn significantly more coal to recycle it. It doesn't do us any good to recycle paper, if it cost less in oil, gas, and electricity, to simple grow and process more trees.
We now have 40% more garbage trucks in many areas... because the same trucks that process and carry trash, cannot be used to carry plastic, paper, and glass to the recycling sites. That's more gas. That's more air pollution.
It looks like you're doing some good. It gives you a do-gooder buzz. But... as is the way of most liberal activities...
It harms that which it is aimed at helping.
Be Green. Don't Recycle.
Sunday, January 23, 2005
They Do Learn Quick
I've said before... Jeb doesn't watch a lot of TV. I'm sure that's no suprise. Mostly he's just not interested. There are other things to play with, including Daddy.
This morning though he brought me his Clifford DVD. Fair enough. He wanted to watch, I didn't mind. So I set it up and got it going... and I figured I'd take the opportunity to clean up a little.
15 minutes or so go by and as I'm walkin' past the door to the living room I hear Dora. Now that ain't right. I put in Clifford.
So I walk in, and find Jeb watching his Dora DVD, and the Clifford DVD is sitting on the case of DVDs!
Maybe it's me... but something is a little suprising about a 2 year old who can follow that many steps to get what he wants.
Hell... I've never shown him how to do it... and it took 3 months and 3 different lessons for my dad to learn how to use a DVD player!
I've said before... Jeb doesn't watch a lot of TV. I'm sure that's no suprise. Mostly he's just not interested. There are other things to play with, including Daddy.
This morning though he brought me his Clifford DVD. Fair enough. He wanted to watch, I didn't mind. So I set it up and got it going... and I figured I'd take the opportunity to clean up a little.
15 minutes or so go by and as I'm walkin' past the door to the living room I hear Dora. Now that ain't right. I put in Clifford.
So I walk in, and find Jeb watching his Dora DVD, and the Clifford DVD is sitting on the case of DVDs!
Maybe it's me... but something is a little suprising about a 2 year old who can follow that many steps to get what he wants.
Hell... I've never shown him how to do it... and it took 3 months and 3 different lessons for my dad to learn how to use a DVD player!
The Damned Snake: Part II
I suppose at least some of you have to be wondering if that post on the morality of women was just mental masturbation. Nothing more than my typing for the sheer pleasure of reading my own words.
It was not.
I tell you that... to tell you this.
Repair starts with us. It is our responsibility. Adam did not stand up to the snake. Adam did not defend Eve, or his Lord, or Himself.Men have failed their women, and their God time and time and time again. Frankly, its high time we stop failing.
Its time for the men of the world to step up to the plate.
I'm not talking about Pie in the Sky hopes of Heaven on Earth. But there are certain battles we can pick, and win. The Abomination of Abortion must be ended. It will not be done by women. It will be done by us. We dropped the ball in the first place. Its up to us to pick it up.
And yes... I am aware that there are those out there who would claim that we didn't drop the ball. Who would claim that the women in fact took the ball from us and threw it.
To you I say...
What kinda sissy lets a little girl take his ball? Now stop whining and go get it.
Its popular for folks to talk about the world they are leaving for their kids, and the work they feel we should do now, so that our kids don't have too.
There is a flip side to that... a truism to its sillyness...
Our Fathers, and Grandfathers, and Great-Grandfathers failed miserably. They took the easy road. They stuck there heads in the sand.
We are the children who have been left this work. We can stand up, and start doing it, and or we continue down the easy road. Ask any Freeclimber... Going up takes a great deal more effort than going down. The trouble with going down, is the ending.
I suppose at least some of you have to be wondering if that post on the morality of women was just mental masturbation. Nothing more than my typing for the sheer pleasure of reading my own words.
It was not.
I tell you that... to tell you this.
Repair starts with us. It is our responsibility. Adam did not stand up to the snake. Adam did not defend Eve, or his Lord, or Himself.Men have failed their women, and their God time and time and time again. Frankly, its high time we stop failing.
Its time for the men of the world to step up to the plate.
I'm not talking about Pie in the Sky hopes of Heaven on Earth. But there are certain battles we can pick, and win. The Abomination of Abortion must be ended. It will not be done by women. It will be done by us. We dropped the ball in the first place. Its up to us to pick it up.
And yes... I am aware that there are those out there who would claim that we didn't drop the ball. Who would claim that the women in fact took the ball from us and threw it.
To you I say...
What kinda sissy lets a little girl take his ball? Now stop whining and go get it.
Its popular for folks to talk about the world they are leaving for their kids, and the work they feel we should do now, so that our kids don't have too.
There is a flip side to that... a truism to its sillyness...
Our Fathers, and Grandfathers, and Great-Grandfathers failed miserably. They took the easy road. They stuck there heads in the sand.
We are the children who have been left this work. We can stand up, and start doing it, and or we continue down the easy road. Ask any Freeclimber... Going up takes a great deal more effort than going down. The trouble with going down, is the ending.
Saturday, January 22, 2005
Winter Hell
So much for our snow. Instead we've been granted the most damnable weather in all the world. Somehow, it's 25 degrees.... and raining?
Can ya explain that to me? Yeah.. anyone wanna think about what this is gonna be like in a few hours?
Which leads me to...
I've noted some snickering from the peanut-gallery about the trouble down in North Carolina. Hyuck Hyuck Hyuck.. look at those dumb southerners... can't drive on an inch of snow.
I also note that such an attitude is common among those who've never lived in the mid-south.
Let me clear some things up. We absolutely can drive on snow. Unfortunately we don't get snow. We get what Morgantown is about to have. We get ice. Everywhere. Coating everything.
You're driving on wet roads one minute... and literally seconds later... you're on ice. Flash Freeze. Death trap.
West Virginia is far colder than Nashville, but the driving conditions in Nashville are much worse. Before the salt trucks come out in Morgantown, I drive around just fine. You don't dare go out in Nashville... why? Because driving in snow ain't a big deal.
Driving on ice is.
So much for our snow. Instead we've been granted the most damnable weather in all the world. Somehow, it's 25 degrees.... and raining?
Can ya explain that to me? Yeah.. anyone wanna think about what this is gonna be like in a few hours?
Which leads me to...
I've noted some snickering from the peanut-gallery about the trouble down in North Carolina. Hyuck Hyuck Hyuck.. look at those dumb southerners... can't drive on an inch of snow.
I also note that such an attitude is common among those who've never lived in the mid-south.
Let me clear some things up. We absolutely can drive on snow. Unfortunately we don't get snow. We get what Morgantown is about to have. We get ice. Everywhere. Coating everything.
You're driving on wet roads one minute... and literally seconds later... you're on ice. Flash Freeze. Death trap.
West Virginia is far colder than Nashville, but the driving conditions in Nashville are much worse. Before the salt trucks come out in Morgantown, I drive around just fine. You don't dare go out in Nashville... why? Because driving in snow ain't a big deal.
Driving on ice is.
Women, Civilization, Duty, Honor, and that Damned Snake
I'm known to occasionally drop a bomb in a comment section, just to see the reaction. Sometimes its done in the noble name of chain jerking, but usually there is a different goal. I like to use that tactic to test the waters. I like to see who I'm going to be up against and what the prevelant arguements are before I post. Less strategery, more tactics. You know... sort of the opposite of Dubya.
So what did I learn? Well... first off, this is the second time I've dropped this particular bomb and each time I've caught Spacebunny's attention... and while that is never a bad thing... it certainly is a red flag. We don't take on SB lightly. No no... we carefully line up our ducks before wading into such a battle.
Well... it's about time get to the point ain't it?
Now... to insure that we don't end up with a large group of pretty silk panties wadded up, and believe me, a man with a harem has to be worried about such things, let me first state that I do not believe that women are incapable of morality. I also believe that women are capable of duty, in the sense of "there is a job that must be done, so I will do it", they almost always recognize Honor immediatey when they see it, but are mostly unable to predict it.
What I am attempting to describe are tendencies. Women are more likely to be this way, men that way. I am not making blanket statements regarding all women or men. Dig?
So here it is... Women, as a group, have an under-developed sense of morality, compared to men. They have an over-developed sense of nice and not-nice, but because of the lack of moral clarity, it's disregarded at the drop of a purse.
Popular is the claim that women civilize men. As Spacebunny already noted, this will greatly depend on one's definition of "civilize". If you deem civilization to mean, "Being nice to each other", as Mr Webster (Yankee Bastard) does, then yes... women do in fact know a great deal about it. However, if you are refering to the law and order... moral center... right and wrong that hold society... civilization... together then women know approximatey nothing about it, as a group anyway.
Is abortion more popular among women.... or men?
Of course women will point out that men aren't the ones carrying the baby.... all good and well, except that men have a vested interest.... in the form of child support... in seeing that baby not born. Yet... men support abortion less. Why?
Simple. Abortion is a great example of Nice/Not Nice vs. Right/Wrong. Its not nice to require make a women suffer the consequences for her actions. It could change her whole life! It's not fair!
Civilization require order, and system. They do not require Nice. The vikings were without question a great civilization, as were the Aztecs. Neither could be considered nice.
Now on to modern times. Take a modern office, and populate with an all female staff. What's the result? I suspect anyone with even the slightest grip on reality will predict total cat-fight doom in a matter of months.
Now take the same office, and sprinkly in a man here and there. Bingo. Office now runs smoothly. Contrast this, with the proven fact that men function far more efficiently in groups devoid of women entirely. Who exactly is civilizing who here?
Don't buy it? There are American corporations that have written policies forbiding all female offices, one of which is World Finance. There are others as well. Now see what I'm getting at? Nice vs Not Nice, but... it's easily disregarded when the time comes, because the moral center is under-developed.
Why did the Snake go to Eve, and not Adam? Why did the KGB focus on the women of America, and not the men? Simple, because Communism, and Apples are Nice... and right or wrong never enter into it.
So is this to say that women aren't moral?
Hardy. DrWho is far to moral for my taste!
What I'm saying basicly boils down to: Women are less likely to have strongly held views of right and wrong than men. Their views are more often subject to change based on emotional circumstances. Women are far more easiy corrupted... and many need no corrupting at all. With them, right and wrong, is far more fluid than with men. Men violate the rules... perhaps even more often than women... the difference is, that the men who break the rules do so knowingly, while women will spout circumstances and make excuses... literally convincing themselves that what they did was "right". Again... this is not to say that men don't do the same... Women are just more likely. Remember... You are far more likey to find a man with a haunted conscience than a woman. In fact... I can't think of a single literary female characterized as such. Whenever we think of a brooding character, wracked with guilt... that character is always male.
I wonder why?
Now that I am deeply in trouble with my beloved harem... I'll leave you with this... There are many great moral women out there... and among them I would count the women reading this.
Honor, Duty, and Right and Wrong are male institutions. Ediquatte and Fairness; they are what women bring to the table.
And that boys and girls, is why men are head of the household. That we may execute things with a clear moral vision, while being tempered with the fairness, and niceness of female input.
I'm known to occasionally drop a bomb in a comment section, just to see the reaction. Sometimes its done in the noble name of chain jerking, but usually there is a different goal. I like to use that tactic to test the waters. I like to see who I'm going to be up against and what the prevelant arguements are before I post. Less strategery, more tactics. You know... sort of the opposite of Dubya.
So what did I learn? Well... first off, this is the second time I've dropped this particular bomb and each time I've caught Spacebunny's attention... and while that is never a bad thing... it certainly is a red flag. We don't take on SB lightly. No no... we carefully line up our ducks before wading into such a battle.
Well... it's about time get to the point ain't it?
Now... to insure that we don't end up with a large group of pretty silk panties wadded up, and believe me, a man with a harem has to be worried about such things, let me first state that I do not believe that women are incapable of morality. I also believe that women are capable of duty, in the sense of "there is a job that must be done, so I will do it", they almost always recognize Honor immediatey when they see it, but are mostly unable to predict it.
What I am attempting to describe are tendencies. Women are more likely to be this way, men that way. I am not making blanket statements regarding all women or men. Dig?
So here it is... Women, as a group, have an under-developed sense of morality, compared to men. They have an over-developed sense of nice and not-nice, but because of the lack of moral clarity, it's disregarded at the drop of a purse.
Popular is the claim that women civilize men. As Spacebunny already noted, this will greatly depend on one's definition of "civilize". If you deem civilization to mean, "Being nice to each other", as Mr Webster (Yankee Bastard) does, then yes... women do in fact know a great deal about it. However, if you are refering to the law and order... moral center... right and wrong that hold society... civilization... together then women know approximatey nothing about it, as a group anyway.
Is abortion more popular among women.... or men?
Of course women will point out that men aren't the ones carrying the baby.... all good and well, except that men have a vested interest.... in the form of child support... in seeing that baby not born. Yet... men support abortion less. Why?
Simple. Abortion is a great example of Nice/Not Nice vs. Right/Wrong. Its not nice to require make a women suffer the consequences for her actions. It could change her whole life! It's not fair!
Civilization require order, and system. They do not require Nice. The vikings were without question a great civilization, as were the Aztecs. Neither could be considered nice.
Now on to modern times. Take a modern office, and populate with an all female staff. What's the result? I suspect anyone with even the slightest grip on reality will predict total cat-fight doom in a matter of months.
Now take the same office, and sprinkly in a man here and there. Bingo. Office now runs smoothly. Contrast this, with the proven fact that men function far more efficiently in groups devoid of women entirely. Who exactly is civilizing who here?
Don't buy it? There are American corporations that have written policies forbiding all female offices, one of which is World Finance. There are others as well. Now see what I'm getting at? Nice vs Not Nice, but... it's easily disregarded when the time comes, because the moral center is under-developed.
Why did the Snake go to Eve, and not Adam? Why did the KGB focus on the women of America, and not the men? Simple, because Communism, and Apples are Nice... and right or wrong never enter into it.
So is this to say that women aren't moral?
Hardy. DrWho is far to moral for my taste!
What I'm saying basicly boils down to: Women are less likely to have strongly held views of right and wrong than men. Their views are more often subject to change based on emotional circumstances. Women are far more easiy corrupted... and many need no corrupting at all. With them, right and wrong, is far more fluid than with men. Men violate the rules... perhaps even more often than women... the difference is, that the men who break the rules do so knowingly, while women will spout circumstances and make excuses... literally convincing themselves that what they did was "right". Again... this is not to say that men don't do the same... Women are just more likely. Remember... You are far more likey to find a man with a haunted conscience than a woman. In fact... I can't think of a single literary female characterized as such. Whenever we think of a brooding character, wracked with guilt... that character is always male.
I wonder why?
Now that I am deeply in trouble with my beloved harem... I'll leave you with this... There are many great moral women out there... and among them I would count the women reading this.
Honor, Duty, and Right and Wrong are male institutions. Ediquatte and Fairness; they are what women bring to the table.
And that boys and girls, is why men are head of the household. That we may execute things with a clear moral vision, while being tempered with the fairness, and niceness of female input.
Friday, January 21, 2005
Light 'em Up Baby!
It's Friday at 8:00. Jeb's in the bed... and ya know what that means? That's right.... It's time for Mr Bourbon to come out for a.... little visit. I aim to finish my woodford's and my Old Forrester... and if I am still up and able... I'll polish off the Maker's Mark too... After all... a man wants to keep his liquor cabnit balanced!
I wish y'all could see my Vice Cabnit... It's actually an antique china cabnit from my wife's grand mother... There's some irony... as the woman was a "good Church of Christ woman". Inequity in any form was not tolerated.
I smile now as I think of it... her nice china cabnit... now prominately displaying my bourbon, cigars, and pipes. It's all very classy to tell you the truth. If I ever get the picture thing going... I'll post a pic. The more I think of it... the interior of my house looks exactly like you think it would. Bourbon prominantly displayed... and The South Was Right sitting on the coffee table.
Friday posting rules apply. Whatcha drinkin'... oh.. and for tonight... who're ya drinkin' with? Me? Hehe.. I drink alone.
It's Friday at 8:00. Jeb's in the bed... and ya know what that means? That's right.... It's time for Mr Bourbon to come out for a.... little visit. I aim to finish my woodford's and my Old Forrester... and if I am still up and able... I'll polish off the Maker's Mark too... After all... a man wants to keep his liquor cabnit balanced!
I wish y'all could see my Vice Cabnit... It's actually an antique china cabnit from my wife's grand mother... There's some irony... as the woman was a "good Church of Christ woman". Inequity in any form was not tolerated.
I smile now as I think of it... her nice china cabnit... now prominately displaying my bourbon, cigars, and pipes. It's all very classy to tell you the truth. If I ever get the picture thing going... I'll post a pic. The more I think of it... the interior of my house looks exactly like you think it would. Bourbon prominantly displayed... and The South Was Right sitting on the coffee table.
Friday posting rules apply. Whatcha drinkin'... oh.. and for tonight... who're ya drinkin' with? Me? Hehe.. I drink alone.
Old Habits Die Hard
Weathman says we're 'posed to get betwix 6 and 12 inches o' snow tween now and Sunday. Hearing this of course, the first thing I did was throw Jeb in the truck and head to the grocery. I'm from the South. It's what we do. It doesn't matter if we have everything we need at home. When the Man says "snow" your presence is expected at the local grocery store. You buy milk, and bread, and talk to folks about the coming blizzard. Normally crowds drive me insane, but today... I didn't mind standing in insane lines... I didn't mind people bumping into each other or over crowded isles. It's just all part of it.
There are a couple more posts coming tonight... I have to handle some issues here with this "women judging men" bidness... and then of course... the Obligatory Friday Drinkin' Post...
Then again... we may just blow all the serious stuff off and talk about booze, guns, sex... or hopefully... the combination there-of.
Weathman says we're 'posed to get betwix 6 and 12 inches o' snow tween now and Sunday. Hearing this of course, the first thing I did was throw Jeb in the truck and head to the grocery. I'm from the South. It's what we do. It doesn't matter if we have everything we need at home. When the Man says "snow" your presence is expected at the local grocery store. You buy milk, and bread, and talk to folks about the coming blizzard. Normally crowds drive me insane, but today... I didn't mind standing in insane lines... I didn't mind people bumping into each other or over crowded isles. It's just all part of it.
There are a couple more posts coming tonight... I have to handle some issues here with this "women judging men" bidness... and then of course... the Obligatory Friday Drinkin' Post...
Then again... we may just blow all the serious stuff off and talk about booze, guns, sex... or hopefully... the combination there-of.
"Male" Movements
You've seen them. You may even know someone who's involved in one of them. Promise Keepers.... Primitivism... or the more recent "Wild at Heart" movement. Clearly middle-aged men are searching for something. Depression is rampant among them... and how could it not be? While guys like JAC and I will get a good laugh at the expense of the poor saps that involve themselves in this sort of thing... Lets take a second to look at some of these movements...
Promise Keepers: This is by far my favorite. A bunch of guys get together in some city or another, and hang with other guys... who don't beat their wives. Do what? You actually need a support group to keep you from slappin' the old lady around? I mean... granted... maybe you married poorly. Heaven knows if I had married Barbara Boxer no support group in the world could keep me from slappin' her silly on a daily basis. A guy I worked with in Memphis belonged to Promise Keepers... I used to harass him about it all the time. I loved nudge him and ask... "So... you go off for the weekend retreat at these different cities... you know... sounds like an excellent alibi for an affair to me."
Wild at Heart: I've not read the book. I doubt seriously one has to read it to know what it's about. WND had a bit on it today. The thing that struck me about this... is some women react to it. Women will hear of a movement like this... and the first thing they think is, "How does this affect me?" That's sort of funny isn't it... considering it's not a women's movement?
Even the author of Wild at Heart acknowledges that the movement's effect on women will ultimately determine its success... I see...
So... you create something to help men... but its only a success if women like it.
Perhaps middle-aged men wouldn't be so depressed, if women weren't so self-absorbed.
Oh... and any of you guys out there searching for something? Buy a motorcycle.
You've seen them. You may even know someone who's involved in one of them. Promise Keepers.... Primitivism... or the more recent "Wild at Heart" movement. Clearly middle-aged men are searching for something. Depression is rampant among them... and how could it not be? While guys like JAC and I will get a good laugh at the expense of the poor saps that involve themselves in this sort of thing... Lets take a second to look at some of these movements...
Promise Keepers: This is by far my favorite. A bunch of guys get together in some city or another, and hang with other guys... who don't beat their wives. Do what? You actually need a support group to keep you from slappin' the old lady around? I mean... granted... maybe you married poorly. Heaven knows if I had married Barbara Boxer no support group in the world could keep me from slappin' her silly on a daily basis. A guy I worked with in Memphis belonged to Promise Keepers... I used to harass him about it all the time. I loved nudge him and ask... "So... you go off for the weekend retreat at these different cities... you know... sounds like an excellent alibi for an affair to me."
Wild at Heart: I've not read the book. I doubt seriously one has to read it to know what it's about. WND had a bit on it today. The thing that struck me about this... is some women react to it. Women will hear of a movement like this... and the first thing they think is, "How does this affect me?" That's sort of funny isn't it... considering it's not a women's movement?
Even the author of Wild at Heart acknowledges that the movement's effect on women will ultimately determine its success... I see...
So... you create something to help men... but its only a success if women like it.
Perhaps middle-aged men wouldn't be so depressed, if women weren't so self-absorbed.
Oh... and any of you guys out there searching for something? Buy a motorcycle.
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Bad Joke Wednesday: Late Edition
When Noah built his ark, he had two snakes aboard. When the animals were leaving, he said, "Go forth and multiply."
The snakes didn't move.
"Go forth and multiply!"
They still didn't move.
Noah was yelling by now. "
Go forth and multiply!" "We can't," they answered.
Noah was confused. "Why not?"
"We're adders."
And since I as late gettin' this posted... I offer you a Bonus Bad Joke! No Charge!
Why are manhole covers round?
Because if they were square, you couldn't play twiddlywinks with them.
When Noah built his ark, he had two snakes aboard. When the animals were leaving, he said, "Go forth and multiply."
The snakes didn't move.
"Go forth and multiply!"
They still didn't move.
Noah was yelling by now. "
Go forth and multiply!" "We can't," they answered.
Noah was confused. "Why not?"
"We're adders."
And since I as late gettin' this posted... I offer you a Bonus Bad Joke! No Charge!
Why are manhole covers round?
Because if they were square, you couldn't play twiddlywinks with them.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Books for Kids
Everyone can find books for babies. Though... finding books that don't make you want to tear your eyes out so you won't have to read them anymore is a little more challenging. JAC still flinches anytime someone mentions the Foot Book.
For those with little ones I strongly suggest the Pigeon Books. What? You don't know about the Pigeon Books? HOLY CRAP! There are 2 books... "Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus", and "The Pigeon Finds a Hotdog". They're hilarious.
Now... For you with older kids... I say skip the who ha out today, and find what you read when you were growing up. Other than that... Better go with the classics. Arabian Nights is an excellent starting point.
Everyone can find books for babies. Though... finding books that don't make you want to tear your eyes out so you won't have to read them anymore is a little more challenging. JAC still flinches anytime someone mentions the Foot Book.
For those with little ones I strongly suggest the Pigeon Books. What? You don't know about the Pigeon Books? HOLY CRAP! There are 2 books... "Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus", and "The Pigeon Finds a Hotdog". They're hilarious.
Now... For you with older kids... I say skip the who ha out today, and find what you read when you were growing up. Other than that... Better go with the classics. Arabian Nights is an excellent starting point.
Nate Mail
Our beloved Spacebunny emails:
Does anyone else see the irony of this headline from WND?
"Planned Parenthood sued for racism"
Of course darlin'. This sorta ties in with the hate crime laws. Racism is worse than murder. Facilitating the deaths of millions of babies is fine, but done you dare hire to many white folks.
Racism is the public enemy number 1 as far as the thought police are conserned. Rememeber... in America there are certain ideals that everyone must hold dear. God help you if you don't.
Our beloved Spacebunny emails:
Does anyone else see the irony of this headline from WND?
"Planned Parenthood sued for racism"
Of course darlin'. This sorta ties in with the hate crime laws. Racism is worse than murder. Facilitating the deaths of millions of babies is fine, but done you dare hire to many white folks.
Racism is the public enemy number 1 as far as the thought police are conserned. Rememeber... in America there are certain ideals that everyone must hold dear. God help you if you don't.
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Wait a Minute...
So we can seal off Iraq's borders... we just can't seal our own. This whole war reaks of politics. If sealing off the borders was an option, why wasn't it done a year ago? We're fighting mercenaries from Syria and Iran. We're not fighting Iraqis. It don't take a geneous to figure out that closing the borders might be a good idea.
America is fighting this "war" with kid gloves. You know how you can tell?
We haven't heard "Carpet Bombing" one time. God I love that way that sounds... Carpet Bombing.... gives me wood..
Anyway...
We ain't doing it. Why?
Because we ain't fightin' a war.
So we can seal off Iraq's borders... we just can't seal our own. This whole war reaks of politics. If sealing off the borders was an option, why wasn't it done a year ago? We're fighting mercenaries from Syria and Iran. We're not fighting Iraqis. It don't take a geneous to figure out that closing the borders might be a good idea.
America is fighting this "war" with kid gloves. You know how you can tell?
We haven't heard "Carpet Bombing" one time. God I love that way that sounds... Carpet Bombing.... gives me wood..
Anyway...
We ain't doing it. Why?
Because we ain't fightin' a war.
Monday, January 17, 2005
Adolph Rupp Was Right
You know... if we'd listened to Rupp back in the 50's, we could still be enjoying the game of basketball today. Instead... we got streetball...
I hate watching brothas play basketball... with their baggy shorts 27 sizes to big... You get 1 pass, then it's a shot. They drive to the basket and try to put up some ugly trick shot that they made one damn time in their whole life... but it went in that once... so from now, until their 50 they'll be throwin' the ball over their head with their weak hand... Spare me.
I'm standing in the University Rec Center... watching... appauled... it's 5 on 5... full court... 8 black guys... 2 white.
I can call the action before it happens. white boy brings the ball up the court... of course.. this is only allowed because the white boy stole the ball on D. Black folks never miss an opportunity to strut up the court and pose for the ladies...
White boy has eyes. He sees a back door cut developing, but it's two passes away. He makes the first pass to a dude out on the wing... there's the cut... but the winger? He ain't looking for to pass. He ignores the wide open cutter slashing to the basket, and drives on his own through two guys. Of course he loses the ball...
Back down the court we go for some ole' defense. 1 pass... one bad shot... happens to go in... big deal.
The boys have run up and down the court 4 times now... and these ripped up muscle boys are grabbin' their shorts. Funny... They don't look out of shape... course... looks all that matters right?
What's that? Fast break.. two passes! Easy layup! Brilliant! Ball goes all the way down the court without touching the ground! Oh.. of course... white boy passes to white boy.. who passes to the black dude who never bothered to run down and play D... Figures.
What's the difference between this and the NBA? I see Reggie Miller blowing Free Throws. I see easy 6 footers passed up for the opportunity to attempt some circus shot... or... missed entirely...
I miss basketball.
You know... if we'd listened to Rupp back in the 50's, we could still be enjoying the game of basketball today. Instead... we got streetball...
I hate watching brothas play basketball... with their baggy shorts 27 sizes to big... You get 1 pass, then it's a shot. They drive to the basket and try to put up some ugly trick shot that they made one damn time in their whole life... but it went in that once... so from now, until their 50 they'll be throwin' the ball over their head with their weak hand... Spare me.
I'm standing in the University Rec Center... watching... appauled... it's 5 on 5... full court... 8 black guys... 2 white.
I can call the action before it happens. white boy brings the ball up the court... of course.. this is only allowed because the white boy stole the ball on D. Black folks never miss an opportunity to strut up the court and pose for the ladies...
White boy has eyes. He sees a back door cut developing, but it's two passes away. He makes the first pass to a dude out on the wing... there's the cut... but the winger? He ain't looking for to pass. He ignores the wide open cutter slashing to the basket, and drives on his own through two guys. Of course he loses the ball...
Back down the court we go for some ole' defense. 1 pass... one bad shot... happens to go in... big deal.
The boys have run up and down the court 4 times now... and these ripped up muscle boys are grabbin' their shorts. Funny... They don't look out of shape... course... looks all that matters right?
What's that? Fast break.. two passes! Easy layup! Brilliant! Ball goes all the way down the court without touching the ground! Oh.. of course... white boy passes to white boy.. who passes to the black dude who never bothered to run down and play D... Figures.
What's the difference between this and the NBA? I see Reggie Miller blowing Free Throws. I see easy 6 footers passed up for the opportunity to attempt some circus shot... or... missed entirely...
I miss basketball.
Stupid Teachers...
I wonder how common it is for advanced kids to be held back by teachers who are to stupid to realize what's going on...
I went to school in Kentucky... at least up until High School when I moved to Nashville. Back then, Kentucky had "achievement tests" that every kid in 1-12 took at the end of every year to determine their progress.
Now in the 6th grade.. you can imagine that I didn't really grasp the whole concept of test taking. I generally felt like the teachers knew me... and knew what I was capable of. And well... This is the story of how Nate found out just how stupid government school teachers are.
First some background. As you can well imagine... I wasn't the slowest kid in the class. In fact, I was insanely bored in school, most of my in class time was spent reading fiction, non-fiction, or drawing... On the occasion that I had a teacher that would object to these things, I would make it evident that I knew as much or more about the appointed subject as he/she/it did. I would point out blatant mistakes in text books, I would refuse to regurgitate verbatim dictionary definitions on vocabulary tests.. and on occasion I would throw words at the teacher and explain that they needed to study up some as well.
Most teachers quickly learned that I was better off left to read on my own.
I never studied... and I rarely did homework. My reasoning for this was simple. I knew the material. Therefore I didn't need the practice. My time was better spent elsewhere.
I was in the highest level classes for my age group... and I was bored out of my mind.
In my sixth grade english class we were required to do a book report... I don't recall the drivel that my classmates were reporting on... No doubt it was something like Nancy Drew or the Hardy Boys... Either way... I wrote an essay on MacBeth, and delivered an oratory on it that had the class and teach laughing so hard, a teacher from across the hall came in to make sure we hadn't been left unattended.
In another memorable moment, I openly debated my algebra teacher about imaginary numbers and they're significance.
See.. this is the trouble with having brothers 4 and 8 years older than you are. You aren't interested in the things that you should be learning. You're interested in what they're learning.. and sometimes the bastards teach it to you.
Anyway... this was all compounded by the fact that I have a seeing disorder that makes bubble tests confounding.
I tell you all that... to tell you this...
At the end of the sixth grade... I took my achievment tests like a good little sheep. I finished the reading section.... mind you it was a timed test... 1 hour... I finished it in 15 minutes. When I got to the end though.. I found I had one more question than I had place to answer...
Uh oh. I thought... I could go back and fix it... but why? This test is stupid, and everyone knows I can read.
So I set about to busy myself... well... that's not really true... actually I took a nap.
The next year... I am informed that I have been placed in remedial reading. I laughed. In fact, I was happy as I could be. If I'm already bored, I may as well have some freetime right? In this remedial reading class we had to "read" 3 "books" per 6 weeks. These books amounted to Hop-on-Pop. And get this... The teacher who was teaching the remedial reading class? The same teacher who taught me in Honors 6th grade reading, who had laughed out loud at my Macbeth report, and who had told my mom that I was among the brightest kids she'd ever had.
Did this teacher think it odd that I was there? Nope.
On the first day, after hearing the "requirements" I laughed out loud and asked... "If I read them all today, and turn in a report on each... does that mean I'm free for the rest of the month?"
She said yes.
So I did just that...
And after finishing reading the 3 little books and writing up a book report on each... I went back to reading "Mythology".
Well.. as happy as I was with these arrangements... My Mom was less than thrilled.
She came to the school and raised 7 kinds of Hell. Eventually she learned that I had missed practicly every question on the achievement test. She couldn't believe it... so she demanded to see the test. After a time it was produced, and what had happened became quite clear. I had put the answer for question 5 on the line for answer 6 and so on. The whole test was 1 line off. Comparing the test with an answer key showed that in fact, I had a perfect score... if you moved it all up one line.
Confronted with this... and the fact that the teachers had previously given me A's in Gifted and Talented reading programs... The school....
did nothing.
The test score was all that mattered.
Eventually my mom convinced them to allow me to take a battery of oral exams at a local university. Only when confronted with different test scores... including reading and vocabulary scores that were in the 100th percentile of the entire nation... (100th... not 99th) only then was I allowed back into the system.
Ya think I'm sending Jeb through that?
I wonder how common it is for advanced kids to be held back by teachers who are to stupid to realize what's going on...
I went to school in Kentucky... at least up until High School when I moved to Nashville. Back then, Kentucky had "achievement tests" that every kid in 1-12 took at the end of every year to determine their progress.
Now in the 6th grade.. you can imagine that I didn't really grasp the whole concept of test taking. I generally felt like the teachers knew me... and knew what I was capable of. And well... This is the story of how Nate found out just how stupid government school teachers are.
First some background. As you can well imagine... I wasn't the slowest kid in the class. In fact, I was insanely bored in school, most of my in class time was spent reading fiction, non-fiction, or drawing... On the occasion that I had a teacher that would object to these things, I would make it evident that I knew as much or more about the appointed subject as he/she/it did. I would point out blatant mistakes in text books, I would refuse to regurgitate verbatim dictionary definitions on vocabulary tests.. and on occasion I would throw words at the teacher and explain that they needed to study up some as well.
Most teachers quickly learned that I was better off left to read on my own.
I never studied... and I rarely did homework. My reasoning for this was simple. I knew the material. Therefore I didn't need the practice. My time was better spent elsewhere.
I was in the highest level classes for my age group... and I was bored out of my mind.
In my sixth grade english class we were required to do a book report... I don't recall the drivel that my classmates were reporting on... No doubt it was something like Nancy Drew or the Hardy Boys... Either way... I wrote an essay on MacBeth, and delivered an oratory on it that had the class and teach laughing so hard, a teacher from across the hall came in to make sure we hadn't been left unattended.
In another memorable moment, I openly debated my algebra teacher about imaginary numbers and they're significance.
See.. this is the trouble with having brothers 4 and 8 years older than you are. You aren't interested in the things that you should be learning. You're interested in what they're learning.. and sometimes the bastards teach it to you.
Anyway... this was all compounded by the fact that I have a seeing disorder that makes bubble tests confounding.
I tell you all that... to tell you this...
At the end of the sixth grade... I took my achievment tests like a good little sheep. I finished the reading section.... mind you it was a timed test... 1 hour... I finished it in 15 minutes. When I got to the end though.. I found I had one more question than I had place to answer...
Uh oh. I thought... I could go back and fix it... but why? This test is stupid, and everyone knows I can read.
So I set about to busy myself... well... that's not really true... actually I took a nap.
The next year... I am informed that I have been placed in remedial reading. I laughed. In fact, I was happy as I could be. If I'm already bored, I may as well have some freetime right? In this remedial reading class we had to "read" 3 "books" per 6 weeks. These books amounted to Hop-on-Pop. And get this... The teacher who was teaching the remedial reading class? The same teacher who taught me in Honors 6th grade reading, who had laughed out loud at my Macbeth report, and who had told my mom that I was among the brightest kids she'd ever had.
Did this teacher think it odd that I was there? Nope.
On the first day, after hearing the "requirements" I laughed out loud and asked... "If I read them all today, and turn in a report on each... does that mean I'm free for the rest of the month?"
She said yes.
So I did just that...
And after finishing reading the 3 little books and writing up a book report on each... I went back to reading "Mythology".
Well.. as happy as I was with these arrangements... My Mom was less than thrilled.
She came to the school and raised 7 kinds of Hell. Eventually she learned that I had missed practicly every question on the achievement test. She couldn't believe it... so she demanded to see the test. After a time it was produced, and what had happened became quite clear. I had put the answer for question 5 on the line for answer 6 and so on. The whole test was 1 line off. Comparing the test with an answer key showed that in fact, I had a perfect score... if you moved it all up one line.
Confronted with this... and the fact that the teachers had previously given me A's in Gifted and Talented reading programs... The school....
did nothing.
The test score was all that mattered.
Eventually my mom convinced them to allow me to take a battery of oral exams at a local university. Only when confronted with different test scores... including reading and vocabulary scores that were in the 100th percentile of the entire nation... (100th... not 99th) only then was I allowed back into the system.
Ya think I'm sending Jeb through that?
To Good To Be True.
This is one of the funniest things I've read in a long time. If that doesn't put a smile on your face, I don't know what will. On Air gaffs like that just kill me. I'd pay great sums of cash for a tape of that. Can you imagine? "Have a Happy Martin Luther Coon.... umm.. King Jr Day."
BAHAHAHAHAHAH
This is one of the funniest things I've read in a long time. If that doesn't put a smile on your face, I don't know what will. On Air gaffs like that just kill me. I'd pay great sums of cash for a tape of that. Can you imagine? "Have a Happy Martin Luther Coon.... umm.. King Jr Day."
BAHAHAHAHAHAH
I Have a Dream
80% of white students passed the California Basic Eductaion Skills Test the first time they took it. Compared to 30% of black students.
The illegitimacy rate among blacks is now 70%
Between 1976 and 2000, over 50 percent of all homicides in the United States were committed by blacks, and 94 percent of the time, the victim was black.
The average black high-school graduate has an academic achievement level on par with that of a white seventh- or eighth-grader.
Indeed....
I have dream...
I have a dream that one day the Black Community will one day take responsibility for its own failures.
80% of white students passed the California Basic Eductaion Skills Test the first time they took it. Compared to 30% of black students.
The illegitimacy rate among blacks is now 70%
Between 1976 and 2000, over 50 percent of all homicides in the United States were committed by blacks, and 94 percent of the time, the victim was black.
The average black high-school graduate has an academic achievement level on par with that of a white seventh- or eighth-grader.
Indeed....
I have dream...
I have a dream that one day the Black Community will one day take responsibility for its own failures.
Sunday, January 16, 2005
PUPPIES!
Today Dixie's puppies were born! 6 beautiful black labs. It's strange... Cas is chocolate... Dixie is yellow... and all of there puppies.... three litters.... every one... has been black. Recessive genes eh?
Anyway... If any of you know someone looking for a no-shit honest to goodest prettiest lab you've ever seen... and I mean these dogs should be on calendars... let me know. In a couple days I'll have the puppy page up complete with pictures of Cas and Dixie, this litter, and previous litters... I'll probly even put up a could testimonials from previous buyers.
The females are gonna be around 60-80 pounds. The males will be 90 -110. They come from the Bodacious line. That's a famous field line if ya don't know.
***UPDATE****
Ummm... Make that 7. 4 pretty little girls. 3 big boys.
Today Dixie's puppies were born! 6 beautiful black labs. It's strange... Cas is chocolate... Dixie is yellow... and all of there puppies.... three litters.... every one... has been black. Recessive genes eh?
Anyway... If any of you know someone looking for a no-shit honest to goodest prettiest lab you've ever seen... and I mean these dogs should be on calendars... let me know. In a couple days I'll have the puppy page up complete with pictures of Cas and Dixie, this litter, and previous litters... I'll probly even put up a could testimonials from previous buyers.
The females are gonna be around 60-80 pounds. The males will be 90 -110. They come from the Bodacious line. That's a famous field line if ya don't know.
***UPDATE****
Ummm... Make that 7. 4 pretty little girls. 3 big boys.
Friday, January 14, 2005
Dammit.
Well... I know I have a long tradition of Friday Drinkin' Posts... but this week we have more of a reason than usual. See... Kristy called early in the week. We had worked out some plans and she was gonna drive up tonight and spend the three day weekend with us. We got our hopes up... and... well.. let's just say we're gettin' used to disappointment. Kristy IM'd me today and said something came up and she was gonna have to work on Sunday. Does that suck or what? I can't imagine workin' at a job where you plan on having time off, only to lose it at the last second? I couldn't do it. I'd tell them to kiss my ass.
Guess that's why I never had a job like that huh?
Ah well... Sorry ya missed us Kristy. Julie was really lookin' forward to it... and obviously me and Jeb were too. Maybe next time.
Standard Friday night rules apply.
Woodford Reserve. Straight.
Well... I know I have a long tradition of Friday Drinkin' Posts... but this week we have more of a reason than usual. See... Kristy called early in the week. We had worked out some plans and she was gonna drive up tonight and spend the three day weekend with us. We got our hopes up... and... well.. let's just say we're gettin' used to disappointment. Kristy IM'd me today and said something came up and she was gonna have to work on Sunday. Does that suck or what? I can't imagine workin' at a job where you plan on having time off, only to lose it at the last second? I couldn't do it. I'd tell them to kiss my ass.
Guess that's why I never had a job like that huh?
Ah well... Sorry ya missed us Kristy. Julie was really lookin' forward to it... and obviously me and Jeb were too. Maybe next time.
Standard Friday night rules apply.
Woodford Reserve. Straight.
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Wonder Lust
JAC waxes poetic over at ThreeWay:
Take a week, take TWO. Grab a buddy or a brother, hell even a wife. Don't schedule anything, pick a general direction or something to see; climb on, fire it up, point the front wheel toward the sun and go! We'll get there when we get there. Eat only at mom and pop resturants, say 'howdy' to folks, sleep at "motor inns", stop in a town square at sunset - sit on a bench in leathers and a wifebeater with helmethair next to the bike under a statue of a Confederate hero staring ever vigilant...... northward lest they try again.
I know that feelin'. Few things make me feel alive like the open road. Theres just something about not knowing.
I don't know when we're going brother. I just know... at some point this summer... we're going.
JAC waxes poetic over at ThreeWay:
Take a week, take TWO. Grab a buddy or a brother, hell even a wife. Don't schedule anything, pick a general direction or something to see; climb on, fire it up, point the front wheel toward the sun and go! We'll get there when we get there. Eat only at mom and pop resturants, say 'howdy' to folks, sleep at "motor inns", stop in a town square at sunset - sit on a bench in leathers and a wifebeater with helmethair next to the bike under a statue of a Confederate hero staring ever vigilant...... northward lest they try again.
I know that feelin'. Few things make me feel alive like the open road. Theres just something about not knowing.
I don't know when we're going brother. I just know... at some point this summer... we're going.
To Vandy Fans, With Love
Vanderbilt has never beaten Kentucky in Rupp Arena. Never. 1975 - 2005. No wins.
Year Score
1975 109-84
1976 77-76
1977 113-73
1978 72-59
1979 96-70
1980 106-90
1981 80-48
1982 67-58
1983 82-63
1984 67-46
1985 75-58
1986 73-65
1987 65-54
1988 81-74
1989 70-61
1990 100-73
1991 58-50
1992 80-56
1993 82-67
1994 107-82
1995 81-68
1996 101-63
1998 71-62
1999 88-63
2000 72-52
2001 86-75
2002 67-59
2003 106-44
2004 75-63
2005 69-54
HA!
Vanderbilt has never beaten Kentucky in Rupp Arena. Never. 1975 - 2005. No wins.
Year Score
1975 109-84
1976 77-76
1977 113-73
1978 72-59
1979 96-70
1980 106-90
1981 80-48
1982 67-58
1983 82-63
1984 67-46
1985 75-58
1986 73-65
1987 65-54
1988 81-74
1989 70-61
1990 100-73
1991 58-50
1992 80-56
1993 82-67
1994 107-82
1995 81-68
1996 101-63
1998 71-62
1999 88-63
2000 72-52
2001 86-75
2002 67-59
2003 106-44
2004 75-63
2005 69-54
HA!
Why Vehicles Are Female
Our beloved Spacebunny comments: I thought ships, trucks and vehicles in general were female.
Quite right. They are indeed. It all stems from the fact that we american males love our toys. I don't mean we enjoy them. I mean we love them. We dote on them. We've been accused of treating them better than we treat our wives. But given the modern female worldview... Can ya blame us?
See... it would be very uncomfortable for us to speak lovingly about... "John"... however, it's perfectly natural for us to talk about how much we love "Christine". Dig?
Now this brings up the whole topic of picking a name for your vehicle, and like all other masculine practices, there is a fairly loose protocol. Not so much rules mind you, but classifications. You don't get kicked out of the Boy Club if you don't use them, but we'll certainly laugh at you.
1) Sport cars and roadsters get stripper names.
2) New trucks get common female names. It's becoming increasingly acceptable to give your truck a good old-fashion dog's name too. Some traditionalist will scoff though.
3) Old reliab trucks get bizarre old feminine names... for example, a 1960 chevy... painted Orange and rattle can Maroon.... would be called Lula-Belle.
4) Motorcycles mind you are a totally different story. They don't get girl names. They get horse names. I think that's self explanitory.
5) Boat names require an entire post.
Our beloved Spacebunny comments: I thought ships, trucks and vehicles in general were female.
Quite right. They are indeed. It all stems from the fact that we american males love our toys. I don't mean we enjoy them. I mean we love them. We dote on them. We've been accused of treating them better than we treat our wives. But given the modern female worldview... Can ya blame us?
See... it would be very uncomfortable for us to speak lovingly about... "John"... however, it's perfectly natural for us to talk about how much we love "Christine". Dig?
Now this brings up the whole topic of picking a name for your vehicle, and like all other masculine practices, there is a fairly loose protocol. Not so much rules mind you, but classifications. You don't get kicked out of the Boy Club if you don't use them, but we'll certainly laugh at you.
1) Sport cars and roadsters get stripper names.
2) New trucks get common female names. It's becoming increasingly acceptable to give your truck a good old-fashion dog's name too. Some traditionalist will scoff though.
3) Old reliab trucks get bizarre old feminine names... for example, a 1960 chevy... painted Orange and rattle can Maroon.... would be called Lula-Belle.
4) Motorcycles mind you are a totally different story. They don't get girl names. They get horse names. I think that's self explanitory.
5) Boat names require an entire post.
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Bad Joke Wednesday
Back in the African bush lives a tribe with some bizarre customs. For example, There king is always presented with a new throne on his birthday. He accepts his new thrown at a huge party.
Now understand... this was a wealthy king... as he had a 2-story grass hut. That was fortunate, because it allowed him to keep all of his retired thrones up on the second floor.
So at last it was the kings 60th birthday, and there was great fest! There was roast beast! There was Dancin'! A fine time was had by all... and that night the whole village gathered in the King's hut to see his new thrown...
And then the second floor collapsed killing everyone.
The moral?
People who live in grass houses shouldn't stow thrones.
Back in the African bush lives a tribe with some bizarre customs. For example, There king is always presented with a new throne on his birthday. He accepts his new thrown at a huge party.
Now understand... this was a wealthy king... as he had a 2-story grass hut. That was fortunate, because it allowed him to keep all of his retired thrones up on the second floor.
So at last it was the kings 60th birthday, and there was great fest! There was roast beast! There was Dancin'! A fine time was had by all... and that night the whole village gathered in the King's hut to see his new thrown...
And then the second floor collapsed killing everyone.
The moral?
People who live in grass houses shouldn't stow thrones.
Full-Auto Myths
Few things in this world are less understood by the general public than firearms. In fact, most of the "truths" out there that the general public takes for granted are entirely false. So how about we tackle a few?
Assault Weapons are all Automatic: This is of course false, as the legal definition for the word "assault rifle" is in fact entirely based on cosmetics. Put a bayonet lug and a pistol grip on a bolt action rifle and it would suddenly fit the bill too.
It's illegal to own automatic weapons: False. All you need is a class III "license". In fact, you can own all the full auto weapons you want, you just have to make sure you aren't "stockpiling" ammo.
Semi-auto's must be purposefully modified to make them full-auto: I love that one. Listen up... Full auto is the natural state of any blowback weapon. The trigger releases a spring, which drops the hammer which fires the round, which blows the slide back, which recompresses the spring... so if the trigger is still held... there isn't anything to stop the hammer from dropping again. Get it? You have to alter the design to make it semi-auto... and sometimes, weapons simply malfunction and go full-auto on their own. The ATF has been known to take people to court over these malfunctions, claiming that they modified the weapons themselves. Of course, the ATF has also been humilated in court a number of times.
The Class III is actually a licence: In fact it's not a licence at all. It's a tax. You pay the Feds 300 bucks everytime you want to buy a new automatic weapon. That's it. That's all it boils down to. Well... there's also that bit about giving up your Fourth Amendment rights... Interestingly it was that same 300 bucks that the ATF was going to WACO to collect.
Criminals use automatic weapons: This is a true howler. More people died in incidents involving toilet bowls in 1993 than with any of the weapons banned in 1994. It's interesting that in the early 90's we heard about all the criminal use of expensive auto's... then in the late 90's, we heard that criminals actually used cheap small caliber pistols like Star and Jennings. Criminals use what they can steal, and they steal what's common and available. You don't see them with auto's because auto's are very rare, and well... very secure. If criminal has one, chances are he stole it from a cop.
Weapons bans work: Of course they do. I find it remarkable that liberals will often site the easy availability of "deadly ammunition" like Ralphies, as a reason to ban guns. However, they never seem smart enough to recognize that Ralphies are themselves illegal. So if the ban doesn't effect specialized ammo, why would it effect firearms? See what happens when you are trained to not think?
Oh.. and one last one for all you Republicans out there...
Gun bans won't work, but drug bans will: There ya go girls. Quit whining and take it like a man. You constantly make arguments that banning firearms will result in even more criminal activity with guns, yet you then turn around an argue that drug bans will work. The "War on Drugs" is a BS excuse to take your rights. I can only conclude that it wasn't working as fast as intended, so we needed this new "War on Terrorism" to speed things along. It's hard to argue with the results.
I can't wait till I'm 80... By then we'll all know how history has judged this generations leaders. Someday I'm gonna be able to use my arthritic fingers to type:
HAHA Bill! I told ya so!
Few things in this world are less understood by the general public than firearms. In fact, most of the "truths" out there that the general public takes for granted are entirely false. So how about we tackle a few?
Assault Weapons are all Automatic: This is of course false, as the legal definition for the word "assault rifle" is in fact entirely based on cosmetics. Put a bayonet lug and a pistol grip on a bolt action rifle and it would suddenly fit the bill too.
It's illegal to own automatic weapons: False. All you need is a class III "license". In fact, you can own all the full auto weapons you want, you just have to make sure you aren't "stockpiling" ammo.
Semi-auto's must be purposefully modified to make them full-auto: I love that one. Listen up... Full auto is the natural state of any blowback weapon. The trigger releases a spring, which drops the hammer which fires the round, which blows the slide back, which recompresses the spring... so if the trigger is still held... there isn't anything to stop the hammer from dropping again. Get it? You have to alter the design to make it semi-auto... and sometimes, weapons simply malfunction and go full-auto on their own. The ATF has been known to take people to court over these malfunctions, claiming that they modified the weapons themselves. Of course, the ATF has also been humilated in court a number of times.
The Class III is actually a licence: In fact it's not a licence at all. It's a tax. You pay the Feds 300 bucks everytime you want to buy a new automatic weapon. That's it. That's all it boils down to. Well... there's also that bit about giving up your Fourth Amendment rights... Interestingly it was that same 300 bucks that the ATF was going to WACO to collect.
Criminals use automatic weapons: This is a true howler. More people died in incidents involving toilet bowls in 1993 than with any of the weapons banned in 1994. It's interesting that in the early 90's we heard about all the criminal use of expensive auto's... then in the late 90's, we heard that criminals actually used cheap small caliber pistols like Star and Jennings. Criminals use what they can steal, and they steal what's common and available. You don't see them with auto's because auto's are very rare, and well... very secure. If criminal has one, chances are he stole it from a cop.
Weapons bans work: Of course they do. I find it remarkable that liberals will often site the easy availability of "deadly ammunition" like Ralphies, as a reason to ban guns. However, they never seem smart enough to recognize that Ralphies are themselves illegal. So if the ban doesn't effect specialized ammo, why would it effect firearms? See what happens when you are trained to not think?
Oh.. and one last one for all you Republicans out there...
Gun bans won't work, but drug bans will: There ya go girls. Quit whining and take it like a man. You constantly make arguments that banning firearms will result in even more criminal activity with guns, yet you then turn around an argue that drug bans will work. The "War on Drugs" is a BS excuse to take your rights. I can only conclude that it wasn't working as fast as intended, so we needed this new "War on Terrorism" to speed things along. It's hard to argue with the results.
I can't wait till I'm 80... By then we'll all know how history has judged this generations leaders. Someday I'm gonna be able to use my arthritic fingers to type:
HAHA Bill! I told ya so!
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Crap...
***Thuck Thuck Thuck***
Hear that? That's the sound of the last nails being hammered into the coffin kids. Governor Bredeson pussed out. These cuts may seem nice, but there's no way they be deep enough to really affect our immediate future in Tennessee. Just ain't gonna happen.
So where does that leave us? I've raised my son 10 hours away from his grandparents, and frankly I'm sick of it. I'm sick of every vacation being spent trolling off to see the family.
True... we could suck it up, take the pay cut, and move to Tennessee anyway. But then, if I gave you 100 grand to move 100 miles south... would you? Yeah... I thought so.
Georgia... Alabama... Asheville maybe?
Either way, somehow I'm gonna have to convince my parents to move with us.
***Thuck Thuck Thuck***
Hear that? That's the sound of the last nails being hammered into the coffin kids. Governor Bredeson pussed out. These cuts may seem nice, but there's no way they be deep enough to really affect our immediate future in Tennessee. Just ain't gonna happen.
So where does that leave us? I've raised my son 10 hours away from his grandparents, and frankly I'm sick of it. I'm sick of every vacation being spent trolling off to see the family.
True... we could suck it up, take the pay cut, and move to Tennessee anyway. But then, if I gave you 100 grand to move 100 miles south... would you? Yeah... I thought so.
Georgia... Alabama... Asheville maybe?
Either way, somehow I'm gonna have to convince my parents to move with us.
Monday, January 10, 2005
The New Moon
All over the country sports figures are wringing their hands and talking about the integrity of the game... all over the Moon That Wasn't. Heaven forbid.
Unwad thy panties I say!
These same people talk in hushed tones of the great teams that came before... the 72 Dolphins... the 85 Bears...
Wait a second... The 85 Bears?
If any team is responsible for removing integrity from the game, it's them. Doubt it? Perhaps you should dust off a copy of the Superbowl Shuffle and see for yourself. Oh... and while we're talking about moons... If I recall, the week before the 85 Superbowl... there was a hubub about McMahon's back... and some rumored accupuncture... Jim of course knew all this. He was eating it up. Reporters had even procured a helicopter to try to get a look at him during practice.
Jim McMahon mooned that copter. Not a Faux moon. The real deal. Knowing Jim, he probably even spread his cheeks and winked.
Football is a game of characters. Guys of today like T.O. and Randy Moss are no different than Jim McMahon. The NFL has been taking itself way to seriously the last decade or so, and it needs to get past it.
All over the country sports figures are wringing their hands and talking about the integrity of the game... all over the Moon That Wasn't. Heaven forbid.
Unwad thy panties I say!
These same people talk in hushed tones of the great teams that came before... the 72 Dolphins... the 85 Bears...
Wait a second... The 85 Bears?
If any team is responsible for removing integrity from the game, it's them. Doubt it? Perhaps you should dust off a copy of the Superbowl Shuffle and see for yourself. Oh... and while we're talking about moons... If I recall, the week before the 85 Superbowl... there was a hubub about McMahon's back... and some rumored accupuncture... Jim of course knew all this. He was eating it up. Reporters had even procured a helicopter to try to get a look at him during practice.
Jim McMahon mooned that copter. Not a Faux moon. The real deal. Knowing Jim, he probably even spread his cheeks and winked.
Football is a game of characters. Guys of today like T.O. and Randy Moss are no different than Jim McMahon. The NFL has been taking itself way to seriously the last decade or so, and it needs to get past it.
Sunday, January 09, 2005
Yankees Cain't Shoot
So I'm minding my own bidness tonight when I get a frantic call from JAC. Apparently he was off at some resturant and got a teaser from some hit piece that either 20/20 or 60 minutes was doing on the big .50 BMG.
I watched... mostly out of morbid curiousity... I love seeing the media demonstrate their ignorance.
Imagine my joy when they show footage of a shooting range! Excellent! Apparently the Chief of Police in NYC is a gun grabber... go figure... and he doesn't like the .50. Well he likes it... as long as its his boys firing it.
To demonstrate the power of this weapon... they set 2 half-inch steel targets 300 yards out. 300 yards? For a .50? Are you kiddin'?
But hold on... it gets better! They have a swat team sniper from NYC at the range to aid with the demo. Excellent.
So he first fires three rounds from his "Thirty-caliber" rifle. .308? 300 win. mag? We aren't told. But I digress... So our "elite" yankee "sniper" jerks the trigger like some rookie kid playin' Wild Bill... and at just 300 yards, manages to produce an utterly pathetic 6 inch group. This is a professional?
Oh wait.. it gets better...
So now we move to the .50.... and with this super deadly weapon... he shoots 3 shots... that are about 2 feet apart.
2 FEET!
At 2000 yards that wouldn't even be acceptable!
Of course the whole point was to terrify sheeple about the big bad .50 BMG. They even insinuated you could shoot planes out of the sky with it.
Of course... I don't know how this could be possible... when the gun obviously isn't accurate at all.
So I'm minding my own bidness tonight when I get a frantic call from JAC. Apparently he was off at some resturant and got a teaser from some hit piece that either 20/20 or 60 minutes was doing on the big .50 BMG.
I watched... mostly out of morbid curiousity... I love seeing the media demonstrate their ignorance.
Imagine my joy when they show footage of a shooting range! Excellent! Apparently the Chief of Police in NYC is a gun grabber... go figure... and he doesn't like the .50. Well he likes it... as long as its his boys firing it.
To demonstrate the power of this weapon... they set 2 half-inch steel targets 300 yards out. 300 yards? For a .50? Are you kiddin'?
But hold on... it gets better! They have a swat team sniper from NYC at the range to aid with the demo. Excellent.
So he first fires three rounds from his "Thirty-caliber" rifle. .308? 300 win. mag? We aren't told. But I digress... So our "elite" yankee "sniper" jerks the trigger like some rookie kid playin' Wild Bill... and at just 300 yards, manages to produce an utterly pathetic 6 inch group. This is a professional?
Oh wait.. it gets better...
So now we move to the .50.... and with this super deadly weapon... he shoots 3 shots... that are about 2 feet apart.
2 FEET!
At 2000 yards that wouldn't even be acceptable!
Of course the whole point was to terrify sheeple about the big bad .50 BMG. They even insinuated you could shoot planes out of the sky with it.
Of course... I don't know how this could be possible... when the gun obviously isn't accurate at all.
Saturday, January 08, 2005
Friday, January 07, 2005
The Fiery Gizzard
Preparedness is a Learned Behavior.
Down in south central Tennessee... tucked way up on Mont Eagle is the Cumberland Recreation Area. It's not really a wildlife managment area... and it's not really a state park... it's sorta something in between. At any rate... that's where you'll find what many call the toughest hiking trail in Tennessee... the Fiery Gizzard trail... and that's where the tale I'm about to unfold starts... sort of.
You Regulators know that Julie and I... well... we have a propencity to gettin' ourselves into some tight spots... Particularly in our younger days, when we were still courtin'.
One of our favorite weekend passtimes was trekkin' off to some random state park just to see what we could see... and after a while we had hiked most of them and were gettin' a little bored to be honest... imagine our suprise when an old park ranger told us about the Fiery Gizzard. We knew then and there we had to do it.
We really didn't know what to expect to be honest... but we took the matter seriously enough that before we committed actually doing the thing, we'd go scout it out.
The Cumberland Recreation Area is just a short drive down I-24 from Nashville. We were there bright and early on Saturday morning.... well... for us it was bright and early... must've been around 9 or so. It was a gorgeous Tennessee summer day. You know the kind... 95 degrees... 98% humidity... perfection!
We found the parking area.. found a map of the trail... and headed off to see what's what. Now understand... we're just gonna take the trail that leads to the trail. We're not gonna take the trail itself. Follow?
So a quarter-mile and 1 swinging bridge later, there it is. Of course.... we've only hiked a quarter-mile... that's not nearly enough... and the map has some pretty cool land marks on it... Julie gives me that look... and off we go. Hey... we're just going to the first landmark of so.
You know the funny thing about hiking with a pretty girl... You don't really pay to much attention to how far you're goin'. We got in the zone. We were laughing and talking... and kept finding one more thing to hike to. Before long... we found our selves sitting in what the map called "The Fruitbowl". It was sort of a bowl formed out of rock, with huge boulders sitting in it... you know.. like a fruit bowl. Go Figure.
Anyway... the thing is... we were now only another 1/2 mile or so from the coolest part of the whole trail... Raven Rock. It had been an awesome hike... though to be honest it was more like a climb. We'd been boulder hopping at least half of the time... there were streams to ford... fallen logs to walk over... it was heaven!
We were young... and stupid... and well... what's another half mile right?
Well look y'all... first of all.. the Fruitbowl had a stream running through it... so as elevation goes... let me just say that it wasn't what you'd call... high. Now... Raven Rock?? Where do ya reckon that is?
That's right... Up there. Way up there.
The next halfmile was... in the parlance of our times... Hell. Imagine walking up the steepest, slickest, rock infested incline you can think off... that's how we spent the next hour or so. More often using our hands and feet than not.
We finally made it up to the campsite at Raven Rock. We plopped down on a log and caught our breath before we ran down a little path that actually lead to the rock itself.
Wow.
Raven Rock is like something you see on Roadrunner. It's a huge flat rock, that cantelevers off of an enormous cliff.... 800 feet or more off of the valley below. I have no idea what the true elevation was... I just know that eagles were flying around below us. Its one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen.
We laid on that rock in the sun... bakin' like snakes. It felt so good. There was a cool breeze... I swear it was Heaven... Then I realized something... well... more like... I felt something...
And that's when it hit us.
We're 7 miles deep... on the toughest trail in Tennessee. It's 2pm... And we have no flashlights... no food... and no water.
Shit.
We're were only gonna hike the trail that leads to the trail remember?
We made it out obviously... and we made it out a whole lot faster than we made it in. But we were running through the hottest part of the day... and we didn't have the excitement of seeing "one more site" to pull us along. All we had was the grim determination of hunger.
We'd leave the trail every so often to climb up the side of a hill to find some running water to sip. I know... sounds psycho to you city folks, but out there in the middle of no where, that water is as clean as you please. Well... it tasted clean.. and neither of us got sick... good enough for me.
Anyway... we made it out of there alive... believe it or not. When it was all said and done, we'd covered 14-miles of the nastiest terrain in Tennessee... which would put it high in the runnin' for nastiest in all the continental United States... and without provisions. I've never been that tired or that hungry since... well... that's not true.... there was that time when JAC and I crash landed in Vega Texas... to tired to eat, and to hungry to sleep... but that's a tale for another day...
So the Fiery Gizzard y'all. That's what created the psycho ultraprepared freak sittin' here today.
Preparedness is a Learned Behavior.
Down in south central Tennessee... tucked way up on Mont Eagle is the Cumberland Recreation Area. It's not really a wildlife managment area... and it's not really a state park... it's sorta something in between. At any rate... that's where you'll find what many call the toughest hiking trail in Tennessee... the Fiery Gizzard trail... and that's where the tale I'm about to unfold starts... sort of.
You Regulators know that Julie and I... well... we have a propencity to gettin' ourselves into some tight spots... Particularly in our younger days, when we were still courtin'.
One of our favorite weekend passtimes was trekkin' off to some random state park just to see what we could see... and after a while we had hiked most of them and were gettin' a little bored to be honest... imagine our suprise when an old park ranger told us about the Fiery Gizzard. We knew then and there we had to do it.
We really didn't know what to expect to be honest... but we took the matter seriously enough that before we committed actually doing the thing, we'd go scout it out.
The Cumberland Recreation Area is just a short drive down I-24 from Nashville. We were there bright and early on Saturday morning.... well... for us it was bright and early... must've been around 9 or so. It was a gorgeous Tennessee summer day. You know the kind... 95 degrees... 98% humidity... perfection!
We found the parking area.. found a map of the trail... and headed off to see what's what. Now understand... we're just gonna take the trail that leads to the trail. We're not gonna take the trail itself. Follow?
So a quarter-mile and 1 swinging bridge later, there it is. Of course.... we've only hiked a quarter-mile... that's not nearly enough... and the map has some pretty cool land marks on it... Julie gives me that look... and off we go. Hey... we're just going to the first landmark of so.
You know the funny thing about hiking with a pretty girl... You don't really pay to much attention to how far you're goin'. We got in the zone. We were laughing and talking... and kept finding one more thing to hike to. Before long... we found our selves sitting in what the map called "The Fruitbowl". It was sort of a bowl formed out of rock, with huge boulders sitting in it... you know.. like a fruit bowl. Go Figure.
Anyway... the thing is... we were now only another 1/2 mile or so from the coolest part of the whole trail... Raven Rock. It had been an awesome hike... though to be honest it was more like a climb. We'd been boulder hopping at least half of the time... there were streams to ford... fallen logs to walk over... it was heaven!
We were young... and stupid... and well... what's another half mile right?
Well look y'all... first of all.. the Fruitbowl had a stream running through it... so as elevation goes... let me just say that it wasn't what you'd call... high. Now... Raven Rock?? Where do ya reckon that is?
That's right... Up there. Way up there.
The next halfmile was... in the parlance of our times... Hell. Imagine walking up the steepest, slickest, rock infested incline you can think off... that's how we spent the next hour or so. More often using our hands and feet than not.
We finally made it up to the campsite at Raven Rock. We plopped down on a log and caught our breath before we ran down a little path that actually lead to the rock itself.
Wow.
Raven Rock is like something you see on Roadrunner. It's a huge flat rock, that cantelevers off of an enormous cliff.... 800 feet or more off of the valley below. I have no idea what the true elevation was... I just know that eagles were flying around below us. Its one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen.
We laid on that rock in the sun... bakin' like snakes. It felt so good. There was a cool breeze... I swear it was Heaven... Then I realized something... well... more like... I felt something...
And that's when it hit us.
We're 7 miles deep... on the toughest trail in Tennessee. It's 2pm... And we have no flashlights... no food... and no water.
Shit.
We're were only gonna hike the trail that leads to the trail remember?
We made it out obviously... and we made it out a whole lot faster than we made it in. But we were running through the hottest part of the day... and we didn't have the excitement of seeing "one more site" to pull us along. All we had was the grim determination of hunger.
We'd leave the trail every so often to climb up the side of a hill to find some running water to sip. I know... sounds psycho to you city folks, but out there in the middle of no where, that water is as clean as you please. Well... it tasted clean.. and neither of us got sick... good enough for me.
Anyway... we made it out of there alive... believe it or not. When it was all said and done, we'd covered 14-miles of the nastiest terrain in Tennessee... which would put it high in the runnin' for nastiest in all the continental United States... and without provisions. I've never been that tired or that hungry since... well... that's not true.... there was that time when JAC and I crash landed in Vega Texas... to tired to eat, and to hungry to sleep... but that's a tale for another day...
So the Fiery Gizzard y'all. That's what created the psycho ultraprepared freak sittin' here today.
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Reason # 82,340,720,139,482 that California Sucks
SAN DIEGO -- A judge in a downtown courtroom sentenced a couple to probation Wednesday for locking the woman's son in the trunk of their car while they celebrated her birthday in a bar.
Wait wait wait... let me make sure I understand this... A couple runs around bar hopping... and locks their kid in the trunk while they do it... and they get... Probation???
Do I really need to expand on this?
And on that note.... I'm off to drink this shit away. To much crap has gone down tonight to think about anything else. God invented Bourbon for nights like this. Praise His Name.
Feel free to express your outrage as you see fit.
SAN DIEGO -- A judge in a downtown courtroom sentenced a couple to probation Wednesday for locking the woman's son in the trunk of their car while they celebrated her birthday in a bar.
Wait wait wait... let me make sure I understand this... A couple runs around bar hopping... and locks their kid in the trunk while they do it... and they get... Probation???
Do I really need to expand on this?
And on that note.... I'm off to drink this shit away. To much crap has gone down tonight to think about anything else. God invented Bourbon for nights like this. Praise His Name.
Feel free to express your outrage as you see fit.
Remember Andrea Yates?
Oh sure you do. She's the psycho that drowned her kids in Texas. First of all let me say that I am disappointed in the great state of Texas. I had assumed they had already cooked this well deserving fruitcake.
Turns out, that not only has she not been cooked, she apparently is appealing the case, and her appeals are doing quite well. Brilliant.
Can someone explain to me why they didn't just take this chick out back and shoot her in the head along with her equally insane husband? Are bullets that damned expensive? I've got a couple I'd donate ya know...
At any rate... don't fret. If you recall, they only tried her for three of the murders. If something gets scewed up they can always try her for the other two.
Oh yeah... and one more thing... What the hell is a prosecution witness doing talking about Law and Order on the stand? It's a TV show people!!! GAH!
It's people like this that inspired Texas to add an express lane to Death Row. Let's hope she finds her way to it.
Oh sure you do. She's the psycho that drowned her kids in Texas. First of all let me say that I am disappointed in the great state of Texas. I had assumed they had already cooked this well deserving fruitcake.
Turns out, that not only has she not been cooked, she apparently is appealing the case, and her appeals are doing quite well. Brilliant.
Can someone explain to me why they didn't just take this chick out back and shoot her in the head along with her equally insane husband? Are bullets that damned expensive? I've got a couple I'd donate ya know...
At any rate... don't fret. If you recall, they only tried her for three of the murders. If something gets scewed up they can always try her for the other two.
Oh yeah... and one more thing... What the hell is a prosecution witness doing talking about Law and Order on the stand? It's a TV show people!!! GAH!
It's people like this that inspired Texas to add an express lane to Death Row. Let's hope she finds her way to it.
I Just Hate People.
So last night I take Jeb to the mall to let him rip and run and throw some pennies in the fountain. What can I say? When you're 2 years old, the chance to splash around and eat a hot dog is a big deal...
Anyway, we're sittin' in the food court... and I realize the black dude at the next table is talking to himself... loudly... and it was a one sided conversation... That's when I noticed the shiny chrome wireless headset, and the cell phone attached to his hip.
Dipshit.
Irritated, I sized this boy up. He was in his 40's... bald... I swear... this cat was going out of his way to embody every negative black stereotype you can think of. He was wearing a black silk jogging suit. Can you explain that to me? A jogging outfit... made of silk? Oh yeah that's classy... But wait... it gets better...
On his right hand alone I count 8 big gold rings.
And as if this all wasn't enough high comedy... I look down to find him wearing a pair of alligator shoes.
Alligator shoes... and a silk jogging suit...
The guy sees me looking at him... we make eye contact... and I'm sorry y'all.. but I just couldn't keep a straight face.. I started to chuckle. As you can imagine that didn't go over well...
So he gets up, and for the first time I realize there is a woman with him... she helps him get his silk jogging jacket on... then he gives me an "eat shit" look as he throws HIS PURSE over his shoulder and struts off.
As soon as I saw him don that purse I lost it. I started laughin' outloud. Jeb even started laughin'. I know the fags in france wear make up and carry purses... so I guess I shoulda known it wouldn't be long before I started seeing it here... anyway...
Needless to say I was having a fine time. Until...
Jeb and I were done and were headin' out through the department store we came in through. While walkin' through, I see Mr Black Eurotrash at a register waiting on his wife to make a purchase... Morbid curiousity struck so I decided to make use of the amazing ease dropping skill I was taught as a wee child (Thanks Mom!).
Turns out she was buying a new leather coat... a nice one... and she paid for it with....
A West Virgina Clothing Voucher.
That's food stamps for clothes for those of you who don't know.
Don't tell me that the stereotype doesn't exist. Don't tell me its an exajurated concoction of the worst of all traights. He's real. I saw him lastnight.
So last night I take Jeb to the mall to let him rip and run and throw some pennies in the fountain. What can I say? When you're 2 years old, the chance to splash around and eat a hot dog is a big deal...
Anyway, we're sittin' in the food court... and I realize the black dude at the next table is talking to himself... loudly... and it was a one sided conversation... That's when I noticed the shiny chrome wireless headset, and the cell phone attached to his hip.
Dipshit.
Irritated, I sized this boy up. He was in his 40's... bald... I swear... this cat was going out of his way to embody every negative black stereotype you can think of. He was wearing a black silk jogging suit. Can you explain that to me? A jogging outfit... made of silk? Oh yeah that's classy... But wait... it gets better...
On his right hand alone I count 8 big gold rings.
And as if this all wasn't enough high comedy... I look down to find him wearing a pair of alligator shoes.
Alligator shoes... and a silk jogging suit...
The guy sees me looking at him... we make eye contact... and I'm sorry y'all.. but I just couldn't keep a straight face.. I started to chuckle. As you can imagine that didn't go over well...
So he gets up, and for the first time I realize there is a woman with him... she helps him get his silk jogging jacket on... then he gives me an "eat shit" look as he throws HIS PURSE over his shoulder and struts off.
As soon as I saw him don that purse I lost it. I started laughin' outloud. Jeb even started laughin'. I know the fags in france wear make up and carry purses... so I guess I shoulda known it wouldn't be long before I started seeing it here... anyway...
Needless to say I was having a fine time. Until...
Jeb and I were done and were headin' out through the department store we came in through. While walkin' through, I see Mr Black Eurotrash at a register waiting on his wife to make a purchase... Morbid curiousity struck so I decided to make use of the amazing ease dropping skill I was taught as a wee child (Thanks Mom!).
Turns out she was buying a new leather coat... a nice one... and she paid for it with....
A West Virgina Clothing Voucher.
That's food stamps for clothes for those of you who don't know.
Don't tell me that the stereotype doesn't exist. Don't tell me its an exajurated concoction of the worst of all traights. He's real. I saw him lastnight.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Told Ya
The Patriot Act is a tool necessary for the prosecution of the War on Terror... and fat guys who happen to have no link to terrorism what-so-ever.... From the article:
Federal authorities Tuesday used the Patriot Act to charge a man with pointing a laser beam at an airplane overhead and temporarily blinding the pilot and co-pilot.
The FBI acknowledged the incident had no connection to terrorism but called David Banach's actions "foolhardy and negligent."
So... another example of the Patriot Act being used against US citizens. Wonder if Sir William is gonna eat his words on this one? Not bloody likely. Rest assured, all you'll hear from the peanut gallery is "He was being stupid".
See... its ok for the government to abuse it's power, so long as it does so in a way that the media agrees with...
The Patriot Act is a tool necessary for the prosecution of the War on Terror... and fat guys who happen to have no link to terrorism what-so-ever.... From the article:
Federal authorities Tuesday used the Patriot Act to charge a man with pointing a laser beam at an airplane overhead and temporarily blinding the pilot and co-pilot.
The FBI acknowledged the incident had no connection to terrorism but called David Banach's actions "foolhardy and negligent."
So... another example of the Patriot Act being used against US citizens. Wonder if Sir William is gonna eat his words on this one? Not bloody likely. Rest assured, all you'll hear from the peanut gallery is "He was being stupid".
See... its ok for the government to abuse it's power, so long as it does so in a way that the media agrees with...
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
Marketing Genius
Harley Davidson and Buell announced today that they would offer extended warranties for all of the Harley owners that are currently over seas. They'll basicly extend the warranty an ammount equal to the number of days the boys were gone.
I don't own a Harley, but its stuff like this that reminds me they're a company that knows their customers. God bless them, and lets hope some other companies see the success of this program, and follow suit.
I can't see myself with a Harley... a Buell Lightning though... that I could do...
Harley Davidson and Buell announced today that they would offer extended warranties for all of the Harley owners that are currently over seas. They'll basicly extend the warranty an ammount equal to the number of days the boys were gone.
I don't own a Harley, but its stuff like this that reminds me they're a company that knows their customers. God bless them, and lets hope some other companies see the success of this program, and follow suit.
I can't see myself with a Harley... a Buell Lightning though... that I could do...
Colon Powell
oh? What's that? It's spelled with an "i"? Hrmm.. judging by the crap he's spouting lately I'd beg to differ. Colon on the Tsunami Aid:
"This money is an investment in America's national security."
Such blatant ignorance is rarely so proudly displayed. I mean... Marx wanted to prove his idiocy to the world... so he wrote a book... Colon just decided to make an announcement. That's the benefit of TV right there!
Let me follow this logic... we give the muslims some money... and they suddenly start to like us.
Wait wait... I've seen this episode before! It's the one where they sucker the Americans, take the money, and use it to fund countless attacks on American troops and civilians!
Even now countless terrorist organizations are masquarading as charities all over the world, and rest assured, they will recieve millions of dollars.
Girls and boys, we're fixing to lose every inch of financial ground we gained, and then some. Thanks Colon.
oh? What's that? It's spelled with an "i"? Hrmm.. judging by the crap he's spouting lately I'd beg to differ. Colon on the Tsunami Aid:
"This money is an investment in America's national security."
Such blatant ignorance is rarely so proudly displayed. I mean... Marx wanted to prove his idiocy to the world... so he wrote a book... Colon just decided to make an announcement. That's the benefit of TV right there!
Let me follow this logic... we give the muslims some money... and they suddenly start to like us.
Wait wait... I've seen this episode before! It's the one where they sucker the Americans, take the money, and use it to fund countless attacks on American troops and civilians!
Even now countless terrorist organizations are masquarading as charities all over the world, and rest assured, they will recieve millions of dollars.
Girls and boys, we're fixing to lose every inch of financial ground we gained, and then some. Thanks Colon.
The Rules
I can only imagine that the women who thought these "Rules" up were actually conspiring to make sure that the younger generation remained single. Hailed as brilliant advice, most of this ridiculous twaddle is easily reducible to a childish game of hard to get. Times have changed. It's not 1940 anymore. We don't have to do the chasing, and when we choose to, we certainly don't have to try very hard... if we find ourselves trying to hard, we tend to go find someone who is more appreciative. Let me give some examples:
Only respond to 1 of every 4 emails you recieve in an office relationship: See? It's hard to get... like we stumbled back into the 8th grade. Praise God I never had to deal with this sort of thing, but if I had, I would've blown the chick off after she didn't respond to the second email.
In a long-distance relationship, he should visit you three times before you visit him once: That's funny... whatever happened to meeting in the middle? Julie and I started out as a long distance relationship. I visited her almost exclusively... of course... she was in highschool at the time... Once she left home, we'd meet in the middle, and eventually she transfered to my college. Scandalous!
Rules girls don't date for more than two years: Hrmm... Julie and I dated for ummm... 5 years. JAC and his wife dated for ummm... a decade.
Enough of that... stuff like this makes me want to choke someone. This "don't ask him out" drives me insane. Julie asked me to her prom for crying out loud. And what's this "if he doesn't call by wednesday, you don't go out on saturday" crap?
What idiot thought this garbage up?
Girls: If you own this book, burn it. Tear each page out one by one and set the ablaze. Make sure you don't miss a single page lest you be infected with it's loathsome stupidity. Any decent man that encounters a woman employing this type of manipulation will simply ignore her and move on.
Lets be very clear on something... if we call you, and leave a message, and you don't call us back... that's it. The assumption is, you ain't interested. If you were, you woulda called back. Dig? Y'all changed the rules, not us. Don't blame us for your strategical blunders.
There are predatory men out there. However, you're not 15 anymore. You should be able to see them from a mile away. You shouldn't need a book to keep you from them. The fact is, there are a lot of good guys out there who will not approach you unless you first give them a reason too, and once they do approach you, it will be very subtle. This in no way reflects how serious they are. It just shows them to be amatuers at this sort of deal, or shy.
These rules would have you ignore an entire segment of the non-predator male population, from which many fine husbands come. Foolish. Foolish. Foolish.
In case you're wondering what on earth I'm doing writing about this... I saw it mentioned on the blog of a particular female that I really think a lot of. Hopefully she'll steer clear of such silliness.
I can only imagine that the women who thought these "Rules" up were actually conspiring to make sure that the younger generation remained single. Hailed as brilliant advice, most of this ridiculous twaddle is easily reducible to a childish game of hard to get. Times have changed. It's not 1940 anymore. We don't have to do the chasing, and when we choose to, we certainly don't have to try very hard... if we find ourselves trying to hard, we tend to go find someone who is more appreciative. Let me give some examples:
Only respond to 1 of every 4 emails you recieve in an office relationship: See? It's hard to get... like we stumbled back into the 8th grade. Praise God I never had to deal with this sort of thing, but if I had, I would've blown the chick off after she didn't respond to the second email.
In a long-distance relationship, he should visit you three times before you visit him once: That's funny... whatever happened to meeting in the middle? Julie and I started out as a long distance relationship. I visited her almost exclusively... of course... she was in highschool at the time... Once she left home, we'd meet in the middle, and eventually she transfered to my college. Scandalous!
Rules girls don't date for more than two years: Hrmm... Julie and I dated for ummm... 5 years. JAC and his wife dated for ummm... a decade.
Enough of that... stuff like this makes me want to choke someone. This "don't ask him out" drives me insane. Julie asked me to her prom for crying out loud. And what's this "if he doesn't call by wednesday, you don't go out on saturday" crap?
What idiot thought this garbage up?
Girls: If you own this book, burn it. Tear each page out one by one and set the ablaze. Make sure you don't miss a single page lest you be infected with it's loathsome stupidity. Any decent man that encounters a woman employing this type of manipulation will simply ignore her and move on.
Lets be very clear on something... if we call you, and leave a message, and you don't call us back... that's it. The assumption is, you ain't interested. If you were, you woulda called back. Dig? Y'all changed the rules, not us. Don't blame us for your strategical blunders.
There are predatory men out there. However, you're not 15 anymore. You should be able to see them from a mile away. You shouldn't need a book to keep you from them. The fact is, there are a lot of good guys out there who will not approach you unless you first give them a reason too, and once they do approach you, it will be very subtle. This in no way reflects how serious they are. It just shows them to be amatuers at this sort of deal, or shy.
These rules would have you ignore an entire segment of the non-predator male population, from which many fine husbands come. Foolish. Foolish. Foolish.
In case you're wondering what on earth I'm doing writing about this... I saw it mentioned on the blog of a particular female that I really think a lot of. Hopefully she'll steer clear of such silliness.
Album Review: Big and Rich - Horse of a Different Color
The first time I heard Big and Rich I was in the truck on the way back from the orchard. I remember lookin' over at Julie somewhere in the middle of "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy" and saying... "This is why country music is cool now.... it's still fun. There's no fun in rock anymore."
Of course I never took them seriously at all. Let's face it... I'm a traditionalist. I've poured Wild Turkey on Hank Williams grave. I've been back stage of the Grand Ole Opry, and I've met Johnny Cash. So as the fella says... If that ain't country... I'll kiss your ass.
JAC is the same way... and to some degree so is WellDigger. We run with the outlaws. Waylon, Willie, and Kris, if you please. So... What the hell is this album doing in my CD player right now?
Plain and simple... this is roadhouse drinkin' music. Sure... there are tracks, and sections of tracks to skip... but for the most part this is a great album. Silliness abounds... no doubt about it, but it still manages to have a point when it needs to.
The album is singable. The melodies are predictable and still catchy... but it's the bizarre instrumentation that gets me. Banjo's, fiddles, and distorted guitars straight out of 1987. Cracks me up ever time I hear it.
Big and Rich have some growin' up to do... Unlike rockstars who have eiter burned out by 30, or you wish they had, country stars don't really get good until later in life. That means Big and Rich have a helluva upside.
For now though... I'll be content with some of the lyrical gems they've left for us:
"Cover me, a little extra deep, cause that's the only way, I'm ever gonna rest in piece"
"Bury me, on Deadwood Mountain, by my brother Wild Bill, and sister, Calamity Jane..."
"I met a man on the street lastnight... said his name was Jesus..."
"Though he was crazy till, I watched him heel a blind man... watched heel a blind man, now I see."
"Why does everybody want, to kick my ass?"
I have no business liking this band... but I do just the same. Probably because they're so damned unexpected.
The first time I heard Big and Rich I was in the truck on the way back from the orchard. I remember lookin' over at Julie somewhere in the middle of "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy" and saying... "This is why country music is cool now.... it's still fun. There's no fun in rock anymore."
Of course I never took them seriously at all. Let's face it... I'm a traditionalist. I've poured Wild Turkey on Hank Williams grave. I've been back stage of the Grand Ole Opry, and I've met Johnny Cash. So as the fella says... If that ain't country... I'll kiss your ass.
JAC is the same way... and to some degree so is WellDigger. We run with the outlaws. Waylon, Willie, and Kris, if you please. So... What the hell is this album doing in my CD player right now?
Plain and simple... this is roadhouse drinkin' music. Sure... there are tracks, and sections of tracks to skip... but for the most part this is a great album. Silliness abounds... no doubt about it, but it still manages to have a point when it needs to.
The album is singable. The melodies are predictable and still catchy... but it's the bizarre instrumentation that gets me. Banjo's, fiddles, and distorted guitars straight out of 1987. Cracks me up ever time I hear it.
Big and Rich have some growin' up to do... Unlike rockstars who have eiter burned out by 30, or you wish they had, country stars don't really get good until later in life. That means Big and Rich have a helluva upside.
For now though... I'll be content with some of the lyrical gems they've left for us:
"Cover me, a little extra deep, cause that's the only way, I'm ever gonna rest in piece"
"Bury me, on Deadwood Mountain, by my brother Wild Bill, and sister, Calamity Jane..."
"I met a man on the street lastnight... said his name was Jesus..."
"Though he was crazy till, I watched him heel a blind man... watched heel a blind man, now I see."
"Why does everybody want, to kick my ass?"
I have no business liking this band... but I do just the same. Probably because they're so damned unexpected.
Monday, January 03, 2005
The Wisdom of a Child
While that title probably has you thinking I'm about to spit off some bleeding heart tale... I'm hoping that by now you know better.
As I've said before, one of the great mistakes men make as they age, is they forget what's cool. As teenage hormones ravage our bodies, most of us start to associate what's cool, with whatever we think chicks like.
There's a few bad issues with thinkin' that way... First of all, in most cases chicks don't even know what they really like, and when they do know, they certainly never admit it.
Let me clue you in on what chicks really like; they like guys. They like guys who look like guys, and do guy stuff.
So... you want to know if a vehicle is cool? Don't ask a chick if she digs it. Go find a 5 year old boy. If he thinks its cool, you can rest assured every male alive will also think it's cool, and therefore, chicks will too, even if they don't admit it. But a 5-year old? HA! Show him a big red pickup truck with shiney wheels and big tires. Hell.. even a 2 year old. He'll point to it excitedly. "Big Truck! "Big Truck!" Show the same kid a Honda civic. He won't give a damn.
I was walkin' to the truck from Walmart the other day, and I crossed paths with this sissy lookin' dad. His 3 or 4 year old son was walkin' next to him holding his hand. Now here was daddy... lookin' like he's fresh from the golf course... (sissy) and I come walkin' by.
I hear:
"Daddy! look! It's a Cowboy!"
and to top it off.. As I climbed into the Titan...
"Cowboys drive big trucks!"
You can imagine Nate beeming with pride. Hell... I'm sittin' hear laughin' just thinkin' about it.
Fact is back when we were kids, we knew a lot better what we wanted, and what was good than we did when we were 19 or 20. Back then, we all wanted to be a fireman, or a farmer, or an Engineer. No... not a sissy suitwearing pencil pusher engineer. We wanted to be a Casey Jones engineer!
I always wanted to be a cowboy... or a pilot... I never really understood why I couldn't be both. Then I went to High School and College... turned stupid... Thankfully I found my way back. Here in about a year and half... I guess I'll have to give this flyin' stuff a try.
Then I'll know for sure. Of course... we may have to move to the coast... but thats ok too... Pirates are just as cool as Cowboys.
While that title probably has you thinking I'm about to spit off some bleeding heart tale... I'm hoping that by now you know better.
As I've said before, one of the great mistakes men make as they age, is they forget what's cool. As teenage hormones ravage our bodies, most of us start to associate what's cool, with whatever we think chicks like.
There's a few bad issues with thinkin' that way... First of all, in most cases chicks don't even know what they really like, and when they do know, they certainly never admit it.
Let me clue you in on what chicks really like; they like guys. They like guys who look like guys, and do guy stuff.
So... you want to know if a vehicle is cool? Don't ask a chick if she digs it. Go find a 5 year old boy. If he thinks its cool, you can rest assured every male alive will also think it's cool, and therefore, chicks will too, even if they don't admit it. But a 5-year old? HA! Show him a big red pickup truck with shiney wheels and big tires. Hell.. even a 2 year old. He'll point to it excitedly. "Big Truck! "Big Truck!" Show the same kid a Honda civic. He won't give a damn.
I was walkin' to the truck from Walmart the other day, and I crossed paths with this sissy lookin' dad. His 3 or 4 year old son was walkin' next to him holding his hand. Now here was daddy... lookin' like he's fresh from the golf course... (sissy) and I come walkin' by.
I hear:
"Daddy! look! It's a Cowboy!"
and to top it off.. As I climbed into the Titan...
"Cowboys drive big trucks!"
You can imagine Nate beeming with pride. Hell... I'm sittin' hear laughin' just thinkin' about it.
Fact is back when we were kids, we knew a lot better what we wanted, and what was good than we did when we were 19 or 20. Back then, we all wanted to be a fireman, or a farmer, or an Engineer. No... not a sissy suitwearing pencil pusher engineer. We wanted to be a Casey Jones engineer!
I always wanted to be a cowboy... or a pilot... I never really understood why I couldn't be both. Then I went to High School and College... turned stupid... Thankfully I found my way back. Here in about a year and half... I guess I'll have to give this flyin' stuff a try.
Then I'll know for sure. Of course... we may have to move to the coast... but thats ok too... Pirates are just as cool as Cowboys.
Glass Children
Do any of you remember riding wearin' a helmet while you rode your bicycle? No? How about while skating? No? Do you have fond memories of riding around in your parents car while strapped in to a safety seat with a 5-point harness? Me neither.
Strangely... we survived.
Weren't people stupid back then? See how much smarter we are today? We're so smart.
Oh sure... our kids are growing up to be little psychopaths... they can't read, or write, much less think criticly... they are educated and babysat by Mr TV and Mrs Gameboy... They go to schools more interested in fostering atheism, humanism, and bi-sexuality than reading, writing, and arithmatic... they go to churches that preach inclusion and tolerance rather than the word of God...
Our children are raised in a Culture of Darkness.... Ahh... but it's a very safe Culture of Darkness.
They'll teach your 4 - year - old about lesbianism... but By God don't let them catch your 3-year-old on a rocking horse.
Don't you know those things are dangerous?
Do any of you remember riding wearin' a helmet while you rode your bicycle? No? How about while skating? No? Do you have fond memories of riding around in your parents car while strapped in to a safety seat with a 5-point harness? Me neither.
Strangely... we survived.
Weren't people stupid back then? See how much smarter we are today? We're so smart.
Oh sure... our kids are growing up to be little psychopaths... they can't read, or write, much less think criticly... they are educated and babysat by Mr TV and Mrs Gameboy... They go to schools more interested in fostering atheism, humanism, and bi-sexuality than reading, writing, and arithmatic... they go to churches that preach inclusion and tolerance rather than the word of God...
Our children are raised in a Culture of Darkness.... Ahh... but it's a very safe Culture of Darkness.
They'll teach your 4 - year - old about lesbianism... but By God don't let them catch your 3-year-old on a rocking horse.
Don't you know those things are dangerous?
Saturday, January 01, 2005
2004
Well she's officially in the books... and she went out with a bang didn't she? Well... I guess it was more like a flush. I figgered I'd take a minute or two to look back and see what all happened this year...
1) Another little boy on the way.
2) Julie passed Step 3.
3) JAC and I road 1000 miles in 24 hours.
4) Fixed up the bike.
It's funny... when I sit down and list out things that happened... I find there isn't a place for the big stuff. The most obvious thing to us is this gradual awareness of the change that we're about to go through. It wasn't until the last few months that Julie and I really started to realize that she's about done with this whole residency thing.
We've seriously started looking at the coming financial situation in terms of houses and expenditures. We're started seriously planning. We've seen our friends finish up and cash in. I mean... it's pretty heartening to see one of your peers go from living in a $10,000 trailer to owning a GTO, a Titan, and 3 high dollar motorcycles, along with moving into what I would've considered a mansion just 4 or 5 years ago.
Suddenly 16 years of work is about to pay off. Delayed returns... about to arrive. Even though it's still more than a year away... it seems like it is just around the corner.
2005 will probably go by quicker than any year of my life. There is so much we have to do, and so much going on.
I mean... just think about it... Imagine you know you're going to move in year... you know you'll be making 10 times what you make now... But you have no idea where you're going. Oh sure, we know a general area... For example... We refuse to live anywhere north of Nashville.... but other than that... It could be anywhere from northern Alabama, Northern Georgia... hell it could be Biloxi Mississippi! We just don't know.
I want to know... I really do... but then again... it's the not knowing that makes the whole thing so damned exciting.
So here's to 2005.; the preface to the rest of our lives.
Well she's officially in the books... and she went out with a bang didn't she? Well... I guess it was more like a flush. I figgered I'd take a minute or two to look back and see what all happened this year...
1) Another little boy on the way.
2) Julie passed Step 3.
3) JAC and I road 1000 miles in 24 hours.
4) Fixed up the bike.
It's funny... when I sit down and list out things that happened... I find there isn't a place for the big stuff. The most obvious thing to us is this gradual awareness of the change that we're about to go through. It wasn't until the last few months that Julie and I really started to realize that she's about done with this whole residency thing.
We've seriously started looking at the coming financial situation in terms of houses and expenditures. We're started seriously planning. We've seen our friends finish up and cash in. I mean... it's pretty heartening to see one of your peers go from living in a $10,000 trailer to owning a GTO, a Titan, and 3 high dollar motorcycles, along with moving into what I would've considered a mansion just 4 or 5 years ago.
Suddenly 16 years of work is about to pay off. Delayed returns... about to arrive. Even though it's still more than a year away... it seems like it is just around the corner.
2005 will probably go by quicker than any year of my life. There is so much we have to do, and so much going on.
I mean... just think about it... Imagine you know you're going to move in year... you know you'll be making 10 times what you make now... But you have no idea where you're going. Oh sure, we know a general area... For example... We refuse to live anywhere north of Nashville.... but other than that... It could be anywhere from northern Alabama, Northern Georgia... hell it could be Biloxi Mississippi! We just don't know.
I want to know... I really do... but then again... it's the not knowing that makes the whole thing so damned exciting.
So here's to 2005.; the preface to the rest of our lives.
Friday, December 31, 2004
Albert Pike
It's quite true that no good Anti-Mason discussion can take place without a lengthy diabribe on General Pike. If you'll pardon my pun.. I'll just shed some "light" on this matter.
Albert Pike was a Confederate General, and the leader of the Southron Juristiction of the Scott-Rite Freemasons. He was in control therefore, of approximately 20% of all masons in the US at the time of the War of Southron Independence.
Calling Pike an educated man is rather like calling Marx a Socialist. He was just educated. He was consumed by learning and teaching. He was a devout trinitarian christian (ya think Davis appointed atheists?) who writes extensively about his faith in the very book most often used to damn him, and freemasonry in general; Morals and Dogma.
Pike's area of academic interest was religious history. Which at the time, was not studied. While you can get a PHD in such studies at every Ivy League university today, such was not the case in 1850. Knowledge of such things was largely considered heresy. Pike correctly believed that ancient faiths affected modern ones. He asserted that Muhammed was influenced by the Jews he met on trading caravans, and that Moses was influenced by his egyptian family. Reason dictates this.
But lets get down to brass tacks. None of you have read the whole of Morals and Dogma. You've read what others have said about it. What others have said about it, tends to focus on the famous "Lucifer Quote".
Time to hurt some feelings.
You know that King James Version of the Bible on your desk? It's flawed. Seriously flawed.
The word "lucifer" which appears in Isaiah is a latin word which literally means, "Morning Star". The story in which it appears is about the fall of an angel from Heaven, but about the fall of an ancient babylonian king. This is why other versions do not use the word "lucifer" at all.
Pike was well aware of this. Reading the quote in context... and by that I mean the sentence before, and the sentence after, the meaning becomes quite clear. Pike was making fun of the KJV, and the fundementalists who preach its perfection. He was using the word "lucifer" in the scholarly sense.
In fact, this KJV mistake was central to Pike, and other masons of the time, as it exposed the fundamentalists. It became a bit of an inside joke, where they continually used the word "lucifer" in the correct way... The Morning Star. They used it interchangably with intellectualism.
And of course... before I forget... maybe I should also point out the most important part of Morals and Dogma; the preface.
In preparing this work, the Grand Commander [Pike] has been about equally Author and Compiler; since he has extracted quite half its contents from the works of the best writers and most philosophic or eloquent thinkers. Perhaps it would have been better and more acceptable if he had extracted more and written less.
The teachings of these readings are not sacramental, so far as they go beyond the realm of Morality into those other domains of Thought and Truth. The ancient and accepted Scottish Rite uses the word "Dogma" in its true sense, of doctrine, or teaching; and is not dogmatic in the odious sense of that term.
Everyone is entirely free to reject and dissent from whatsoever herein may seem to him to be untrue or unsound.
General Pike was a deeply educated man, and a prolific writer at a time when prolific writing was the norm. He was given to a ponderous style. He was a practical joker, and had a strange sense of humor and wit.
He was also however, a devout warrior for Christ, and the Southron cause. He was not perfect. He was not the central figure in Freemasonry even in his prime. He was an important figure, but he was never the Pope of Freemasonry, as some would have you believe.
Class dismissed.
It's quite true that no good Anti-Mason discussion can take place without a lengthy diabribe on General Pike. If you'll pardon my pun.. I'll just shed some "light" on this matter.
Albert Pike was a Confederate General, and the leader of the Southron Juristiction of the Scott-Rite Freemasons. He was in control therefore, of approximately 20% of all masons in the US at the time of the War of Southron Independence.
Calling Pike an educated man is rather like calling Marx a Socialist. He was just educated. He was consumed by learning and teaching. He was a devout trinitarian christian (ya think Davis appointed atheists?) who writes extensively about his faith in the very book most often used to damn him, and freemasonry in general; Morals and Dogma.
Pike's area of academic interest was religious history. Which at the time, was not studied. While you can get a PHD in such studies at every Ivy League university today, such was not the case in 1850. Knowledge of such things was largely considered heresy. Pike correctly believed that ancient faiths affected modern ones. He asserted that Muhammed was influenced by the Jews he met on trading caravans, and that Moses was influenced by his egyptian family. Reason dictates this.
But lets get down to brass tacks. None of you have read the whole of Morals and Dogma. You've read what others have said about it. What others have said about it, tends to focus on the famous "Lucifer Quote".
Time to hurt some feelings.
You know that King James Version of the Bible on your desk? It's flawed. Seriously flawed.
The word "lucifer" which appears in Isaiah is a latin word which literally means, "Morning Star". The story in which it appears is about the fall of an angel from Heaven, but about the fall of an ancient babylonian king. This is why other versions do not use the word "lucifer" at all.
Pike was well aware of this. Reading the quote in context... and by that I mean the sentence before, and the sentence after, the meaning becomes quite clear. Pike was making fun of the KJV, and the fundementalists who preach its perfection. He was using the word "lucifer" in the scholarly sense.
In fact, this KJV mistake was central to Pike, and other masons of the time, as it exposed the fundamentalists. It became a bit of an inside joke, where they continually used the word "lucifer" in the correct way... The Morning Star. They used it interchangably with intellectualism.
And of course... before I forget... maybe I should also point out the most important part of Morals and Dogma; the preface.
In preparing this work, the Grand Commander [Pike] has been about equally Author and Compiler; since he has extracted quite half its contents from the works of the best writers and most philosophic or eloquent thinkers. Perhaps it would have been better and more acceptable if he had extracted more and written less.
The teachings of these readings are not sacramental, so far as they go beyond the realm of Morality into those other domains of Thought and Truth. The ancient and accepted Scottish Rite uses the word "Dogma" in its true sense, of doctrine, or teaching; and is not dogmatic in the odious sense of that term.
Everyone is entirely free to reject and dissent from whatsoever herein may seem to him to be untrue or unsound.
General Pike was a deeply educated man, and a prolific writer at a time when prolific writing was the norm. He was given to a ponderous style. He was a practical joker, and had a strange sense of humor and wit.
He was also however, a devout warrior for Christ, and the Southron cause. He was not perfect. He was not the central figure in Freemasonry even in his prime. He was an important figure, but he was never the Pope of Freemasonry, as some would have you believe.
Class dismissed.
Thursday, December 30, 2004
Masonic Conspiracy
We have a phrase to describe this. We call it "Bovine Ejectus". Oh I know... At 14th degree a mason takes an oath to serve Lucifer!!!
That's cute and all, but there is no 14th degree. There are only 3.
1. Entered Apprentice
2. Fellowcraft
3. Master Mason
I realize this totally confounds most of you who "know" that there are higher numbered degrees out there.
The plain truth is, there is not unifed degree system beyond those first three. The degrees confired are simply titles and nothing more. There is no elite. A 14th degree from a Scottish Rite Lodge has no more authority than a plain old 3rd degree Master Mason. In fact, if that Master Mason happens to be head of the lodge, Mr. 14th degree may in fact have less.
Y'all know I go in for conspiracy theory. This however, is a load of crap.
How about some history. All this devil worship in the masonry is the product of the Catholic Church. Ever notice that if you are a Mason, you cannot join the Catholic Church? Why?
To make a long story short, it was about money. The knights didn't have to pay taxes to the Church, and the Church felt like it was being taken advantage of. In the end, the Church spread all sorts of ridiculous claims about the Templars, which stick today.
Its telling that the Church would fall victim to the same type of lies and propoganda with the Inquisition.
We have a phrase to describe this. We call it "Bovine Ejectus". Oh I know... At 14th degree a mason takes an oath to serve Lucifer!!!
That's cute and all, but there is no 14th degree. There are only 3.
1. Entered Apprentice
2. Fellowcraft
3. Master Mason
I realize this totally confounds most of you who "know" that there are higher numbered degrees out there.
The plain truth is, there is not unifed degree system beyond those first three. The degrees confired are simply titles and nothing more. There is no elite. A 14th degree from a Scottish Rite Lodge has no more authority than a plain old 3rd degree Master Mason. In fact, if that Master Mason happens to be head of the lodge, Mr. 14th degree may in fact have less.
Y'all know I go in for conspiracy theory. This however, is a load of crap.
How about some history. All this devil worship in the masonry is the product of the Catholic Church. Ever notice that if you are a Mason, you cannot join the Catholic Church? Why?
To make a long story short, it was about money. The knights didn't have to pay taxes to the Church, and the Church felt like it was being taken advantage of. In the end, the Church spread all sorts of ridiculous claims about the Templars, which stick today.
Its telling that the Church would fall victim to the same type of lies and propoganda with the Inquisition.
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
Some Kwanza Education
This "holiday" was invented in 1966 by a self-described black cutural nationalist named Ron Everett, who went by the name Karenga. The man took for himself the title "maulana" or Master Teacher, and founded what amounts to a cult that was called the United Slaves.
He was a staunch rival of the Black Panthers, and in fact two of his cult-members shot and killed two black panthers in UCLA's cafeteria. In the late 60s Karenga and his group were all over the map, and were gaining influence in the black community.
By 1971 Al Sharpton was out praising the new black holiday... while it's creator was involved in things far more... dubious.
On Septeber 17th, of that year he began serving a 10 year sentence for the torture of two female members of United Slaves. The two women were whipped with an electical cord, beatin' with a kendo stick, and burned with a soldering iron. Now theres some diversity!
It should be known that this convicted violent felon now holds two phd's and is the current chair of the Black Studies Department at California State University.
I wonder if the LA Times boys who covered the torture and trial are still around...
I'm not sure what all the Kwanza celebration involves... but I assume an extension cord and a hot iron or two would be good to have around just in case.
This "holiday" was invented in 1966 by a self-described black cutural nationalist named Ron Everett, who went by the name Karenga. The man took for himself the title "maulana" or Master Teacher, and founded what amounts to a cult that was called the United Slaves.
He was a staunch rival of the Black Panthers, and in fact two of his cult-members shot and killed two black panthers in UCLA's cafeteria. In the late 60s Karenga and his group were all over the map, and were gaining influence in the black community.
By 1971 Al Sharpton was out praising the new black holiday... while it's creator was involved in things far more... dubious.
On Septeber 17th, of that year he began serving a 10 year sentence for the torture of two female members of United Slaves. The two women were whipped with an electical cord, beatin' with a kendo stick, and burned with a soldering iron. Now theres some diversity!
It should be known that this convicted violent felon now holds two phd's and is the current chair of the Black Studies Department at California State University.
I wonder if the LA Times boys who covered the torture and trial are still around...
I'm not sure what all the Kwanza celebration involves... but I assume an extension cord and a hot iron or two would be good to have around just in case.
The Proverbial Dead Horse
Just when we had all relaxed... this idiot brings up internment again. I can just imagine how many thousands of words Vox is going to waste on the pointless effort of exposing these tards for the... t.... umm.... tards that they are.
I shall console myself by hoping that its just a thinly veiled scheme to get into Ms. Malkin's pants. That's the best plan... as it relieves me of the responsibility of actually having to rip his arguement to pieces one more time.
On a semi-related note...
Aren't ya getting sick of the 50 and 60 year-olds out there chanting the "We're at war" montra? These people get some kind of sadistic thrill out of bending over for the government... and there is no better excuse than a war. I can imagine it won't be long before we're hearing conversations like this:
Son: Holy Crap Dad! Bush just signed an executive order that nationalizes all law enforcement agents, and calls for them to randomly break into homes and sodomize all of the male occupants regardless of age, health, preference, or species!
Dad: We're at war son. Everyone makes sacrifices.
Just when we had all relaxed... this idiot brings up internment again. I can just imagine how many thousands of words Vox is going to waste on the pointless effort of exposing these tards for the... t.... umm.... tards that they are.
I shall console myself by hoping that its just a thinly veiled scheme to get into Ms. Malkin's pants. That's the best plan... as it relieves me of the responsibility of actually having to rip his arguement to pieces one more time.
On a semi-related note...
Aren't ya getting sick of the 50 and 60 year-olds out there chanting the "We're at war" montra? These people get some kind of sadistic thrill out of bending over for the government... and there is no better excuse than a war. I can imagine it won't be long before we're hearing conversations like this:
Son: Holy Crap Dad! Bush just signed an executive order that nationalizes all law enforcement agents, and calls for them to randomly break into homes and sodomize all of the male occupants regardless of age, health, preference, or species!
Dad: We're at war son. Everyone makes sacrifices.
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
53,000
I'm sorry y'all... I just can't bring myself to think this is a big deal.
Do you know how many people die of Malaria each year? 45,000? Hell.... Malaria takes that in the Congo alone! Malaria is totally controlable with DDT. Oh, but the UN says we have a population problem. So it's better to just let those folk die.
So see... Black folks dieing of malaria... oh that's fine... but some rich euro-trash tourists!? Heavens no! We can't have that.
Come on people... You think anyone on CNN would give a rats butt if it wasn't for the rich white folks that got tossed around like barbie in the washing machine? Hell no they wouldn't.
Worse yet... now I have to listen to the liberals cry about how we need to DO something. Liberals always want to do something... it never occurs to them that by doing something, you could possibly be doing the wrong thing, and therefore make matters infinitly worse. Which by the way, coincidentally happens to be the liberal specialty. See the Great Depression for details...
Ah yes... So now it's Global Warming that's to blame for Earthquakes... or... no wait... here's another nutcase theory: When we remove oil and gas from the Earth's crust, it becomes unstable, and more likely to become volatile. Go on... try to read that last sentence again allowed without laughing. Seriously. I'll bet ya can't.
Note to Lefty-Morons: There were earthquakes before the industrial age. In fact, there were fewer post 1900, than there were between 1700-1800.
Ah yes... and to you islanders... quite sorry about the wave thing. That does suck. However, compared to previous disasters... you got off pretty easy. Try looking up the island of Krakatoa on a map sometime... but don't look real hard... it ain't there. I mean.. it used to be... it just ain't now. Dig?
This is about scale and scope here folks. Considering the number of preventable deaths due to Malaria alone, it's hard to believe that anyone is actually worked up over 45,000 people. In fact, I firmly believe that were it not for the Euro-trash elite that were thankfully involved, no one would give a rat's butt.
There. I have officially raised the bar for all cynics everywhere. You're welcome.
I'm sorry y'all... I just can't bring myself to think this is a big deal.
Do you know how many people die of Malaria each year? 45,000? Hell.... Malaria takes that in the Congo alone! Malaria is totally controlable with DDT. Oh, but the UN says we have a population problem. So it's better to just let those folk die.
So see... Black folks dieing of malaria... oh that's fine... but some rich euro-trash tourists!? Heavens no! We can't have that.
Come on people... You think anyone on CNN would give a rats butt if it wasn't for the rich white folks that got tossed around like barbie in the washing machine? Hell no they wouldn't.
Worse yet... now I have to listen to the liberals cry about how we need to DO something. Liberals always want to do something... it never occurs to them that by doing something, you could possibly be doing the wrong thing, and therefore make matters infinitly worse. Which by the way, coincidentally happens to be the liberal specialty. See the Great Depression for details...
Ah yes... So now it's Global Warming that's to blame for Earthquakes... or... no wait... here's another nutcase theory: When we remove oil and gas from the Earth's crust, it becomes unstable, and more likely to become volatile. Go on... try to read that last sentence again allowed without laughing. Seriously. I'll bet ya can't.
Note to Lefty-Morons: There were earthquakes before the industrial age. In fact, there were fewer post 1900, than there were between 1700-1800.
Ah yes... and to you islanders... quite sorry about the wave thing. That does suck. However, compared to previous disasters... you got off pretty easy. Try looking up the island of Krakatoa on a map sometime... but don't look real hard... it ain't there. I mean.. it used to be... it just ain't now. Dig?
This is about scale and scope here folks. Considering the number of preventable deaths due to Malaria alone, it's hard to believe that anyone is actually worked up over 45,000 people. In fact, I firmly believe that were it not for the Euro-trash elite that were thankfully involved, no one would give a rat's butt.
There. I have officially raised the bar for all cynics everywhere. You're welcome.
Christmas Eve
The night was rollin' along as planned. In fact, Jeb had just gone to bed, and we were about to start setting up all the new prizes in, under, and around the tree. That's when things went down hill. See... Julie started spotting...
Not good.
So she called the hospital... they told her to come in... and so at 11 o'clock on Christmas Eve, off we went. Thank the good Lord Joy was able to stay home with Jeb.
As you can well imagine they did every test you can think of, all of which turned out fine... The only reason I type this up was this one remarkable moment that took place at the begining of her scan.
The resident asked us if we were havin' a boy or a girl... then as the screen came up.. He gasped a little and said, "WO! You ARE havin' a boy! See all that? ALL that? That's ALL boy stuff!"
*** GRIN ***
The night was rollin' along as planned. In fact, Jeb had just gone to bed, and we were about to start setting up all the new prizes in, under, and around the tree. That's when things went down hill. See... Julie started spotting...
Not good.
So she called the hospital... they told her to come in... and so at 11 o'clock on Christmas Eve, off we went. Thank the good Lord Joy was able to stay home with Jeb.
As you can well imagine they did every test you can think of, all of which turned out fine... The only reason I type this up was this one remarkable moment that took place at the begining of her scan.
The resident asked us if we were havin' a boy or a girl... then as the screen came up.. He gasped a little and said, "WO! You ARE havin' a boy! See all that? ALL that? That's ALL boy stuff!"
*** GRIN ***
Monday, December 27, 2004
Told Ya So...
Chalk up one more for the Conspiracy Theorists.
20 years ago we told you about Echelon and you laughed us. Tin Foil hat stuff... until the US government admitted it was real in 1994.
It's nice to see this stuff come out... Of course... I've learned my lesson with Flight 800. Even when The Government itself lets the cat out of the bag, the well heeled media can be counted on to stuff it back in.
While the public goes on blissfully unaware...
Content with life behind the Veil.
Chalk up one more for the Conspiracy Theorists.
20 years ago we told you about Echelon and you laughed us. Tin Foil hat stuff... until the US government admitted it was real in 1994.
It's nice to see this stuff come out... Of course... I've learned my lesson with Flight 800. Even when The Government itself lets the cat out of the bag, the well heeled media can be counted on to stuff it back in.
While the public goes on blissfully unaware...
Content with life behind the Veil.
Friday, December 24, 2004
Book of the Month: January
This month, I can offer you a suggestion that I doubt any of you would expect. Pure Non-Fiction this time...
Ballad of the Whiskey Robber: A True Story of Bank Heists, Ice Hockey, Transylvanian Pelt Smuggling, Moonlighting Detectives, and Broken Hearts By Julian Rubinstein
If you don't already know this is the true story of Atilla Ambrus. Hungary's most famous and beloved bank robber. The guy went on a spree in the early 90's, and all the while he was robbing banks, he was the backup goalie on the Budapest Championship hockey team!
This is one of those tales that would fall flat on its face if it were fiction. Let's face it though... The endless possibilities of billions of people put in bizarre circumstances in bizarre places, will always trump mere human imagination... or... for those who are more into the whole brevity thing...
Truth is stranger than fiction.
This month, I can offer you a suggestion that I doubt any of you would expect. Pure Non-Fiction this time...
Ballad of the Whiskey Robber: A True Story of Bank Heists, Ice Hockey, Transylvanian Pelt Smuggling, Moonlighting Detectives, and Broken Hearts By Julian Rubinstein
If you don't already know this is the true story of Atilla Ambrus. Hungary's most famous and beloved bank robber. The guy went on a spree in the early 90's, and all the while he was robbing banks, he was the backup goalie on the Budapest Championship hockey team!
This is one of those tales that would fall flat on its face if it were fiction. Let's face it though... The endless possibilities of billions of people put in bizarre circumstances in bizarre places, will always trump mere human imagination... or... for those who are more into the whole brevity thing...
Truth is stranger than fiction.
Happy Hanakka
For all my pissin' and moanin' it's been a good Christmas Season so far. We got to hang out with my family... and we got to hang out with the redneck contingent of Julie's family in Oak Ridge. We picked up Joy there and she road up here with us. So have two cute chicks to take care of, at least until Monday.
All our shoppin' is done, so our last few days have been spent sittin' around the fire... playin' Xbox with Joy (Blood Wake Rules!). She's had about 100 White Russians since she got here.
Hey! and speakin' of booze... It's Christmas Eve! I haven't told y'all yet, but I'm startin' a tradition this year. I'm makin' Hot Buttered Rum for the first time!
In put is welcome... esspecially on the best rum to use... For now, here's the plan:
Half Gallon Vanilla Ice Cream (softened)
1 pound brown sugar
1 pound powdered sugar
2 tablespoons of cinnamon
1 tablespoon of nutmeg
1 pound butter (no substitute)
Mix it all together... store in the freezer until time to serve...
2 table spoons of mixture, 2 ounces of rum, fill mug with boiling water. Maybe top with Whipped Cream and a dash more nutmeg.
Sounds durn good to me!
Hope all y'all have a great time tonight and tomarrow. Hug the youngins', kiss the girls, smoke some tobacco, burn the fire, and remember why we do all this.
God Bless Y'all.
For all my pissin' and moanin' it's been a good Christmas Season so far. We got to hang out with my family... and we got to hang out with the redneck contingent of Julie's family in Oak Ridge. We picked up Joy there and she road up here with us. So have two cute chicks to take care of, at least until Monday.
All our shoppin' is done, so our last few days have been spent sittin' around the fire... playin' Xbox with Joy (Blood Wake Rules!). She's had about 100 White Russians since she got here.
Hey! and speakin' of booze... It's Christmas Eve! I haven't told y'all yet, but I'm startin' a tradition this year. I'm makin' Hot Buttered Rum for the first time!
In put is welcome... esspecially on the best rum to use... For now, here's the plan:
Half Gallon Vanilla Ice Cream (softened)
1 pound brown sugar
1 pound powdered sugar
2 tablespoons of cinnamon
1 tablespoon of nutmeg
1 pound butter (no substitute)
Mix it all together... store in the freezer until time to serve...
2 table spoons of mixture, 2 ounces of rum, fill mug with boiling water. Maybe top with Whipped Cream and a dash more nutmeg.
Sounds durn good to me!
Hope all y'all have a great time tonight and tomarrow. Hug the youngins', kiss the girls, smoke some tobacco, burn the fire, and remember why we do all this.
God Bless Y'all.
Thursday, December 23, 2004
Goddess My Butt
As if I didn't have enough to be irritated about today... Now I read this little snippet in Ann's column... From her interview with some Italian nit-wit...
Q: Who are the three best U.S. presidents of the century? And the three best in any time?
A: Century: Reagan, Coolidge, Harding. Ever: Washington, Reagan, Lincoln.
Lincoln. Ya see that? Lincoln. Further evidence that sodomizing the Constitution is just fine, so long as you have an "R" next to your name.
What's with guys and this chick anyway? OK... so she's a fire breathing bitch on wheels. That's a good thing? Granted she's funny... Clearly she's also mis-educated. So many guys think she's so hot... and I just don't get it. The chick looks like a corpse.
Call it blasphemy... but I wouldn't do her. Well... I would... but only if she agreed to email pictures of the event to Vox.
As if I didn't have enough to be irritated about today... Now I read this little snippet in Ann's column... From her interview with some Italian nit-wit...
Q: Who are the three best U.S. presidents of the century? And the three best in any time?
A: Century: Reagan, Coolidge, Harding. Ever: Washington, Reagan, Lincoln.
Lincoln. Ya see that? Lincoln. Further evidence that sodomizing the Constitution is just fine, so long as you have an "R" next to your name.
What's with guys and this chick anyway? OK... so she's a fire breathing bitch on wheels. That's a good thing? Granted she's funny... Clearly she's also mis-educated. So many guys think she's so hot... and I just don't get it. The chick looks like a corpse.
Call it blasphemy... but I wouldn't do her. Well... I would... but only if she agreed to email pictures of the event to Vox.
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
She Needs Killin'
You all know who I'm talking about... that in and of itself demonstrates the truth in the statement. I'll throw some others in there with her too...
Anyone who says, "This woman is obviously mentally-ill. She belongs in a hospital."
Everyone who applies that reasoning to this worthless bitch needs killin' too. No ceremony. Take 'em out back, line them up on their knees and shoot them in the back of the head.
All of them. Dammit.
Merry Christmas.
You all know who I'm talking about... that in and of itself demonstrates the truth in the statement. I'll throw some others in there with her too...
Anyone who says, "This woman is obviously mentally-ill. She belongs in a hospital."
Everyone who applies that reasoning to this worthless bitch needs killin' too. No ceremony. Take 'em out back, line them up on their knees and shoot them in the back of the head.
All of them. Dammit.
Merry Christmas.
Sunday, December 19, 2004
Friday, December 17, 2004
Thursday, December 16, 2004
Hiatus
Reckon I shoulda posted this several days ago. By now y'all have figgered out that I ain't around much. Down here in Murfreesboro I'm always busy. I swear I need a vacation from my vacations. Still, I have a ball down here. Nice to see that Tennessee isn't just a fond memory. I'd like to blog more when I'm down here, but it just never works out.
Ah well.. The good news is, Joy is on her way home as I type this. We'll be meeting her in Oak Ridge Saturday. Of course... every silver lining has a touch of grey right? At least that's what the hippy says... This is no exception. In order to see Joy... I have to occupy the same building as her mother.
Yeah... that's gonna be fun...
Ah well... I'll pick up Joy and bail out as soon as humanly possible. We'll find some trouble to get into in Knoxville... Maybe we'll hunt up Kristy or Shane... or both!
Either way... things are quiet around here for a few days, and I apologize to you working types. It'll pick up here next week. No doubt.
Reckon I shoulda posted this several days ago. By now y'all have figgered out that I ain't around much. Down here in Murfreesboro I'm always busy. I swear I need a vacation from my vacations. Still, I have a ball down here. Nice to see that Tennessee isn't just a fond memory. I'd like to blog more when I'm down here, but it just never works out.
Ah well.. The good news is, Joy is on her way home as I type this. We'll be meeting her in Oak Ridge Saturday. Of course... every silver lining has a touch of grey right? At least that's what the hippy says... This is no exception. In order to see Joy... I have to occupy the same building as her mother.
Yeah... that's gonna be fun...
Ah well... I'll pick up Joy and bail out as soon as humanly possible. We'll find some trouble to get into in Knoxville... Maybe we'll hunt up Kristy or Shane... or both!
Either way... things are quiet around here for a few days, and I apologize to you working types. It'll pick up here next week. No doubt.
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
The Best of Times, the Worst of Times
I follow the Titans like a prom-queen's hyper-vigilant daddy. While I sit through the most painful year in recent memory, I can also say it's one of the best.
It's the best because its shown Tennessee to be exactly what their fans have always said they are. They are the anti-thesis of modern professional athletes.
Lots of folks know that the Titans have had some injury trouble this year, but no one in the national media seems to realize how bad its been. They compare the Titans to Carolina, and point out that Carolina is still in playoff contention. This is ludicrous on numberous levels. It neglects the fact that the Panthers play in the NFC, where a team with a losing record will probably make the playoffs, while the Titans play in the AFC, where a team with 10 wins might not.
It also is not taking a good hard look at the injury lists of the two teams. When considering the Titans injuries, one moment in Monday Night's Game was telling of the whole season...
In the fourth quarter, down by 7, the titans found themselves with 5 o-linemen. That's it. 5. Olson was inside with a toe injury, Fred Miller was out with an ankle injury... Then Justin Hartwig got his finger stepped on, and effectivly split in half. He left the game and had surgery immediately.
What's 5 minus 1? Right. Now umm... How many positions are there on the offensive line? right. 4 does not equal 5.
Fisher looked around for Erron Kinney, a tight end, to plug him in to the position left by Hartwig, but guess what? Right. Erron Kinney was out hurt too.
So on 2nd down fisher looked at Mike Munchak and told him to get ready, because they were gonna have to punt it away.
Think about that... second down... the 4th quarter... down by seven... and you are going to punt, because you don't have enough guys to play offense. Of course... this is Tennessee. This isn't Oakland or Minnesota. Fred Miller got up off the bench and played with a severely sprained ankle.
Michael Waddel, Scott McGarahan, Donny Nickey, and LaMont Thompson played ever down on Defense, as well as every kickoff or punt coverage play. They had to. They have no backups. They are the last string.
The Titans have not one starter on their o-line healthy. Thier tight-ends are banged up. Their RB can go a half, and can't practice at all. 2 of their 3 starting linebackers are out. 2 of their three best d-linemen are out. Their secondary is minus both starting safeties, and one of the best corner's in the league.
The NFL allows each team to have 53 men on the roster. A great personell man can draft, sign, and develope 30 awesome players, but the remaining 23 are interchangable throughout the league.
The plain truth is, the Titans are starting a lot of those 23 guys.
For some of us though, wins and losses are secondary to heart and effort. Sometimes it just ain't your year. How you respond in those years, builds character for the opportunities that will come.
The Titans are paying dues, for the Ring to come.
I follow the Titans like a prom-queen's hyper-vigilant daddy. While I sit through the most painful year in recent memory, I can also say it's one of the best.
It's the best because its shown Tennessee to be exactly what their fans have always said they are. They are the anti-thesis of modern professional athletes.
Lots of folks know that the Titans have had some injury trouble this year, but no one in the national media seems to realize how bad its been. They compare the Titans to Carolina, and point out that Carolina is still in playoff contention. This is ludicrous on numberous levels. It neglects the fact that the Panthers play in the NFC, where a team with a losing record will probably make the playoffs, while the Titans play in the AFC, where a team with 10 wins might not.
It also is not taking a good hard look at the injury lists of the two teams. When considering the Titans injuries, one moment in Monday Night's Game was telling of the whole season...
In the fourth quarter, down by 7, the titans found themselves with 5 o-linemen. That's it. 5. Olson was inside with a toe injury, Fred Miller was out with an ankle injury... Then Justin Hartwig got his finger stepped on, and effectivly split in half. He left the game and had surgery immediately.
What's 5 minus 1? Right. Now umm... How many positions are there on the offensive line? right. 4 does not equal 5.
Fisher looked around for Erron Kinney, a tight end, to plug him in to the position left by Hartwig, but guess what? Right. Erron Kinney was out hurt too.
So on 2nd down fisher looked at Mike Munchak and told him to get ready, because they were gonna have to punt it away.
Think about that... second down... the 4th quarter... down by seven... and you are going to punt, because you don't have enough guys to play offense. Of course... this is Tennessee. This isn't Oakland or Minnesota. Fred Miller got up off the bench and played with a severely sprained ankle.
Michael Waddel, Scott McGarahan, Donny Nickey, and LaMont Thompson played ever down on Defense, as well as every kickoff or punt coverage play. They had to. They have no backups. They are the last string.
The Titans have not one starter on their o-line healthy. Thier tight-ends are banged up. Their RB can go a half, and can't practice at all. 2 of their 3 starting linebackers are out. 2 of their three best d-linemen are out. Their secondary is minus both starting safeties, and one of the best corner's in the league.
The NFL allows each team to have 53 men on the roster. A great personell man can draft, sign, and develope 30 awesome players, but the remaining 23 are interchangable throughout the league.
The plain truth is, the Titans are starting a lot of those 23 guys.
For some of us though, wins and losses are secondary to heart and effort. Sometimes it just ain't your year. How you respond in those years, builds character for the opportunities that will come.
The Titans are paying dues, for the Ring to come.
Saturday, December 11, 2004
M'out
Ok kids... I'm packin' up the laptop and headin' to The Great State of Tennessee. I'll be in Knoxville, Chattanooga, and Murfreesboro at various times through out the week. If you want to meet up and thank me for sharing my rants and misadventures post a comment or two and we'll see if we can get together. Y'all keep 'em straight up 'air!
Ok kids... I'm packin' up the laptop and headin' to The Great State of Tennessee. I'll be in Knoxville, Chattanooga, and Murfreesboro at various times through out the week. If you want to meet up and thank me for sharing my rants and misadventures post a comment or two and we'll see if we can get together. Y'all keep 'em straight up 'air!
Friday, December 10, 2004
It's that time...
Well y'all its Friday afternoon here out east... That means its time to pour the booze, prop your feet up, and tell a few stories. Rumor has it that things have really picked up over at Jim Beam, and this year's batch of Jim Beam Black is outstanding. Somebody give it a try and let me know. I'm thinkin' it's just about time someone else took one for the team.
So what'll it be then? Bookers? Bakers? Knob Creek? Rare Breed? Maybe even... some single barrel Jack Daniels?
Probably some of each!
Now as I recall a topic was suggested by our beloved RJK that was custom made for a Friday like this... Let's see if I recall.... Hrmm... It was something like...
"Nate do you have any stories about other women?"
And of course I do. Now don't get to excited. Dear Rebekah was actually askin' if I knew of any straight girls, who'd experimented with other women. Well... ok... maybe you should get that excited.
I wouldn't go so far as to call it common in college, but it certainly happened quite a bit. I know lots of chicks who did that sort of thing, and went on to settle down and get married. Well... at least they appear to have settled down. I reckon it's hard to say really.
This sorta thing always seemed to happen the same way. A couple girls would be hanging out with their boyfriends... and at some point during the course of the evening alchohol is poured.
Now what is a little known fact is that booze is an honest to God aphrodesiac... at least for women. In a study, two groups were formed... 50 men, and 50 women... the sexes were in seperate rooms. They were then given booze.
The men had fun, but showed no sounds of arousal.
Total opposite for the women. For the most part, they came out of that room drunk and horny.
After more tests what the study concluded was, women get horny from drinking alone. While men get horny from being around women who are horny.
Now back to our get together. So everyone's been drinkin' a little, and the girls have a slight buzz. This is where it get's fun so pay attention boys. Through some means or another the chicks end up flirting with each other. This normally starts of completely innocently, and if you blink, you may miss it. Often its something as little as the standard female, "You look good tonight!"
Ah but here things take the turn. The guys say something like, "Oh does she!?"
Chicks love a reaction. Over the course of the evening, the chicks do more and more to get that same "HOLY CRAP!" reaction from the guys. While they don't end up doing much more than kissing usually in this surrounding... the door has certainly been opened.
Everything else developes from there. Threesomes. Foursomes. Old Testemant Orgies. Steamy dorm showers with candles, wine, and a few friends.
Well... like I said... they appear to have calmed down.
*** UPDATE *** I decided to go with Woodford Reserve. Envy me.
*** Friday Commenting Protocol ***
New rule. Before posting a comment, you must state clearly what your drinking now, or what you intend to drink later, or... God Forbid, why you will not be drinking at all.
Well y'all its Friday afternoon here out east... That means its time to pour the booze, prop your feet up, and tell a few stories. Rumor has it that things have really picked up over at Jim Beam, and this year's batch of Jim Beam Black is outstanding. Somebody give it a try and let me know. I'm thinkin' it's just about time someone else took one for the team.
So what'll it be then? Bookers? Bakers? Knob Creek? Rare Breed? Maybe even... some single barrel Jack Daniels?
Probably some of each!
Now as I recall a topic was suggested by our beloved RJK that was custom made for a Friday like this... Let's see if I recall.... Hrmm... It was something like...
"Nate do you have any stories about other women?"
And of course I do. Now don't get to excited. Dear Rebekah was actually askin' if I knew of any straight girls, who'd experimented with other women. Well... ok... maybe you should get that excited.
I wouldn't go so far as to call it common in college, but it certainly happened quite a bit. I know lots of chicks who did that sort of thing, and went on to settle down and get married. Well... at least they appear to have settled down. I reckon it's hard to say really.
This sorta thing always seemed to happen the same way. A couple girls would be hanging out with their boyfriends... and at some point during the course of the evening alchohol is poured.
Now what is a little known fact is that booze is an honest to God aphrodesiac... at least for women. In a study, two groups were formed... 50 men, and 50 women... the sexes were in seperate rooms. They were then given booze.
The men had fun, but showed no sounds of arousal.
Total opposite for the women. For the most part, they came out of that room drunk and horny.
After more tests what the study concluded was, women get horny from drinking alone. While men get horny from being around women who are horny.
Now back to our get together. So everyone's been drinkin' a little, and the girls have a slight buzz. This is where it get's fun so pay attention boys. Through some means or another the chicks end up flirting with each other. This normally starts of completely innocently, and if you blink, you may miss it. Often its something as little as the standard female, "You look good tonight!"
Ah but here things take the turn. The guys say something like, "Oh does she!?"
Chicks love a reaction. Over the course of the evening, the chicks do more and more to get that same "HOLY CRAP!" reaction from the guys. While they don't end up doing much more than kissing usually in this surrounding... the door has certainly been opened.
Everything else developes from there. Threesomes. Foursomes. Old Testemant Orgies. Steamy dorm showers with candles, wine, and a few friends.
Well... like I said... they appear to have calmed down.
*** UPDATE *** I decided to go with Woodford Reserve. Envy me.
*** Friday Commenting Protocol ***
New rule. Before posting a comment, you must state clearly what your drinking now, or what you intend to drink later, or... God Forbid, why you will not be drinking at all.
From the Comments
Waterboy axes: So, Nate, any idea what kind of bike this one is? (Stock, I'm guessing). 300kmph = 186.4 mph
I can't tell you 100% for sure just by looking at that particular dash. I can give you some info though.
1) The speed indicated on a speedo is never accurate. In general, at that indicated speed you can knock off 15 to 20 mph and that will get you much closer to your real speed. What you actually saw was a cat doing somewhere around 170. Nice, but certainly not newsworthy.
2) The bike, while cool, is not even a real sportbike. The real monsters... the GSXR-1000's, the CBR-1000's, and the ZX-10 look very very different.
3) The windshield, and dash tell me they are on a grand-touring bike. Something like a XX, or a zx-12, though I know it's not one of those two. Maybe even an older Ducati ST... maybe even a Triumph. If I had to guess I'd say a Triumph Sprint ST.
170 is nice, but it's nothing that isn't done every day by guys all over the world. I've hit 173 per my GPS on the old CBR 1000, and I know it had more left... I just couldn't read the GPS any more so I backed it down.
Bikes have improved a lot since mine was new. The real monsters like the ZX-10 are producing 170-180 horse power, stock... and they weigh half what my bike does. I have no idea what the real no-shit top speed is on a stock zx-10, but I suspect it's pushing a legit 190 or so, which would be about 215 or more on the speedo.
Just remember... indicating 200mph, and actually going 200mph are two very different things. At those speeds the wind resistance is insane. The amount of horsepower it takes to go from 188 to 190 takes about the same horse power as it does to go from 100 to 120.
Waterboy axes: So, Nate, any idea what kind of bike this one is? (Stock, I'm guessing). 300kmph = 186.4 mph
I can't tell you 100% for sure just by looking at that particular dash. I can give you some info though.
1) The speed indicated on a speedo is never accurate. In general, at that indicated speed you can knock off 15 to 20 mph and that will get you much closer to your real speed. What you actually saw was a cat doing somewhere around 170. Nice, but certainly not newsworthy.
2) The bike, while cool, is not even a real sportbike. The real monsters... the GSXR-1000's, the CBR-1000's, and the ZX-10 look very very different.
3) The windshield, and dash tell me they are on a grand-touring bike. Something like a XX, or a zx-12, though I know it's not one of those two. Maybe even an older Ducati ST... maybe even a Triumph. If I had to guess I'd say a Triumph Sprint ST.
4) Not stock. Has at least an aftermarket exhaust. Can't tell which from listening.
170 is nice, but it's nothing that isn't done every day by guys all over the world. I've hit 173 per my GPS on the old CBR 1000, and I know it had more left... I just couldn't read the GPS any more so I backed it down.
Bikes have improved a lot since mine was new. The real monsters like the ZX-10 are producing 170-180 horse power, stock... and they weigh half what my bike does. I have no idea what the real no-shit top speed is on a stock zx-10, but I suspect it's pushing a legit 190 or so, which would be about 215 or more on the speedo.
Just remember... indicating 200mph, and actually going 200mph are two very different things. At those speeds the wind resistance is insane. The amount of horsepower it takes to go from 188 to 190 takes about the same horse power as it does to go from 100 to 120.
Thursday, December 09, 2004
Dimebag
I can understand why someone would shoot John Lennon. He was, after all, a Red Commie sympathizer who's "songs" were as responsible as anything for the communist counter-culture which was cultivated here by the KGB.
I'm suprised the CIA didn't do it themselves.
But why would anyone shoot Dimebag? He's just a laid-back beer drinking guitarist! He's one of the few guys who could say at one time or another they'd jammed with David Alan Coe, and Motorhead! I can't say that I listened to Pantera a lot. I know them. I am familiar with what they did, and I understand why it was seen as groundbreaking at the time. I wouldn't say that I'm a fan though. For whatever reason... it didn't click for me...
But I know what kind of guys these were. They were rednecks. You'd see as many Battle Flags at a Pantera concert as you would one by Hank Jr. That alone tells me he's someone to be missed.
Dimebag is no hero. He's no legend. Hell... he wasn't even that good of a guitarist... but his death is beyond explaination... at least for now...
I've poured whiskey on the grave of Hank Williams.
I'll not do that for this man... but I'll toss back a shot or two... just the same.
I don't know what brand o' whiskey he perfered... but given the circumstances... I figure I'll go with Maker's Mark.
I can understand why someone would shoot John Lennon. He was, after all, a Red Commie sympathizer who's "songs" were as responsible as anything for the communist counter-culture which was cultivated here by the KGB.
I'm suprised the CIA didn't do it themselves.
But why would anyone shoot Dimebag? He's just a laid-back beer drinking guitarist! He's one of the few guys who could say at one time or another they'd jammed with David Alan Coe, and Motorhead! I can't say that I listened to Pantera a lot. I know them. I am familiar with what they did, and I understand why it was seen as groundbreaking at the time. I wouldn't say that I'm a fan though. For whatever reason... it didn't click for me...
But I know what kind of guys these were. They were rednecks. You'd see as many Battle Flags at a Pantera concert as you would one by Hank Jr. That alone tells me he's someone to be missed.
Dimebag is no hero. He's no legend. Hell... he wasn't even that good of a guitarist... but his death is beyond explaination... at least for now...
I've poured whiskey on the grave of Hank Williams.
I'll not do that for this man... but I'll toss back a shot or two... just the same.
I don't know what brand o' whiskey he perfered... but given the circumstances... I figure I'll go with Maker's Mark.
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