And So It Begins

Well... here we are... We've been running around like fools packing up this and that for our first interview trip. We're headin' down to Crossville, TN today... prolly leavin' around noon or so. If you're unfamiliar with Tennessee, Crossville is in pretty much the mid-point between Nashville and Knoxville. It's a nice little town of about 12,000 or so up on the plateau.

We love the plateau y'all... It's rough country... Carst topography... great caves.. lots of water. Excellent huntin', and the land's cheap. Fall Creek Falls ain't far... and, best of all, I would live on the same road that JAC does... albeit a couple hundred miles south of him.

Goose and I went to college just 30 minutes west of Crossville in Cookeville. Oh.. sorry... Goose is another name for DrWho. DrWho is just her blog name... her nicknames are Goose and Who. No one actually calls her DrWho to my knowledge. To our friends she's Who.

Anyway, Crossville is, so far, the best shot we have at landin' in TN. The interview thing should be a little odd... since Who will be out there cavortin' with the folks in the Anesthesia Group, while some real-estate agent is cartin' me around to look at houses and such.

Wonder what that real estate agent is gonna say when I start asking about load bearing capabilities and other structural engineering issues... I can hear the conversation now...

"So.. do you know of any underground bunkers for sale around here?"

"ummm... We have this lovely colonial in a great little neighborhood... it has almost an acre of land with it!"

"Yeah... I'm looking for something more along the lines of an abandoned nuclear missle silo."

"Well... We do have this nice little ranch... it has a very open floorplan."

"Does it have windows?"

"Oh yes sir! Windows all over the place!"

"I don't like windows. I don't want any windows anywhere."

"Well... how about a Saltbox?"

"Does it have murder holes?"

"Murder holes?"

"How about blast doors? Does it have a blast door?"

"Blast door?"

"At least tell me it has a deep well, self contained power generation, and access to a navigable water way that leads all the way to international waters."

"Oh look at the time..."

Hehehehe.. this should be fun. Anyway... I'm gonna be out until Saturday most likely. So don't expect much outta the ol' Bloggerblaster till the 1st. I'll be checkin' in out as much as I can. Y'all be cool.

By the way... Did I mention JAC recently turned 40???

40!!!

Four-O.

Can you believe that shit?

I sent him a sympathy card and a sample of Viagra.

Drove My Chevy to the Levy...

But the The Man blew the levy up to kill black people.

Interesting... Black people kill black people in huge numbers all the time... without the need to employ massive flooding or other old testiment type methods... But when white folks want to kill black people, they have to resort to this sort of thing.

There is anger seething in the cities friends. I've walked through those projects in Memphis and Nashville. Some would call it scary. I really didn't consider it scary so much... but I certainly took severe precautions when I went there. Lets face it.. a white man banging on a black man's door in the projects... that's a little like askin' for trouble. Funny though... Its no different than walking around any other predator. You carry yourself like a victim, you'll be one.

The anger there can't be denied though... and with idiots like Farukan throwing gas on the fire, it's only a matter of time till she blows.

I look at all the conflicts boiling in America today and marvel that she stands at all. White vs. Black. Black vs. Mexican. Conservative vs. Liberal. Rural vs. Urban. Atheist vs. Christian. Muslim vs. Everyone. Democrat vs. Republican...

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

Preparations

I got a buddy in knoxville... every gun show that rolls around (4 per year) he buys an AK-47, 1000 rounds of ammo, sticks them in a 50 gallon drum, and buries it in his back yard. He's been doin' this for over a decade, though he admits he's missed some shows.

I'd say that's one way to do it.

You're low on funds? Save up. You don't need much. A good rifle, a good sidearm, and a good knife. That's what ya need. That will keep the bad man away, and probably provide a means to get the other stuff.

But if ya already have that stuff, or you're in the savin' mode... what to do in the mean time?

Plan. Think. Mentally prepare. Prepare your family. Make sure they understand what do to... If. If... If anything.

It doesn't do you any good to think about this stuff if your family isn't on board. Does DrWho think I'm a looney? No. It's like a hobby to her. She likes it. But it's not new to her. Its something that was done incrimentally. Its not like she came home from work one day to a paranoid husband.

Her husband became more and more paranoid over time... so it was easier to deal with... in fact... she decided to go ahead and get a little paranoid to.

You need "Bail Out" signals for your family. Things that can alert them, and trigger plans instantly, with no additional communication. Now.. that's tough... and it takes a lot of trust. It can save your lives though.

Read. Think. Prepare your family.

You can also find like minded friends... network with them... plan together. But not to much...

Evil

I am sitting here watching talking heads discuss the benefits of giving the Depart of Defense the reigns on natural disasters. They are specificly saying that Posse Comatatis (which they described as a law passed to protect the Confederate States) should be scrapped, so when something bad happens the US Army can have various powers. They listed the power to stop traffic... to arrest people... and to sieze property.

People are buying this. People are swallowing it whole heartedly without ever thinking of the tremendous evil this will lead to.

Kids... this law is going to pass. Cat 5 hurricanes blow around in the atlantic pretty often. About once every 3 to 5 years on average.

It's all over boys. Done.

For decades now we've been screaming that the Democrats were killing the country. But in the end, it was a Republican that started it, and a Republican that finished it.

The Whatsit Pokes Out Its Head

I did a double take during a news broadcast this morning.

There I was... Talkin' with Jeb... givin' Eli a bottle... Fox News was on, but it was just background noise. I wasn't paying attention.

Then I heard it...

I don't know what made me start paying attention... maybe its the fact that the more I see Dubya, the more he looks like Darth Vader himself.

Anyway... Lord Vader was having a Huricane briefing... with his military advisors... and if that's not creepy enough... right in the middle of it... in a moment of blunt honesty... he asks this question:

"Exactly how bad does a disaster have to be, before the Department of Defense takes becomes the lead agency?"

I shit you not. I put the baby down... went and got the .40 and strapped it to hip right then and there.

You think that's not a big deal? You think that question doesn't mean anything?

He's asking what has to happen for him to declare martial law people. Believe me when I tell you... The Whatsit is looking for information. The Whatsit wants rid of the seperation of powers once and for all.

So... Just what do I have to do to enslave the whole damned population?

Go Time Approaches my friends. The writing is on the wall. You that still believe the Republicans give a rats ass about you or your individual rights better wake up. The Democrats may kill with paralyzed in-action in a bad situation. Republicans will actively kill you. They will evict you, disarm you, stick you on a bus and ship you God knows where.

All for your own good.

Tell me Billy Boy... How ya explain that away? How do you reconcile the question Bush asked with your limited government beliefs?

Katrina's most important victim will be Posse Comatatis.

I stongly suggest you begin networking my friends. Who do you know that thinks like you? Who is prepared, and who will be dead weight? How's your BoB? Do you know your escape routes? Did you plan on the Feds blockading the backroads? Contingency plans?

Time to brainstorm people.

Time to prepare... because before to long... It will be time to go.

NFL Picks: Week 3

Carolina at Miami: Carolina
Atlanta at Buffalo: Buffalo
Cincinnati at Chicago: Cincinnati
Cleveland at Indianapolis: Indy
Tennessee at St. Louis: CHANGE - New Pick St Louis
Jacksonville at N.Y. Jets: Jacksonville
Tampa Bay at Green Bay: Tampa Bay
Oakland at Philadelphia: Philadelphia
New Orleans at Minnesota: New Orleans
Arizona at Seattle: Seattle
Dallas at San Francisco: Dallas
New England at Pittsburgh: Pittsburgh
N.Y. Giants at San Diego: San Diego
Kansas City at Denver: Kansas City

Last Weeks Record: 7-9. Stupid Cowboys.

Changed Pick: Albert Haynesworth is out for the game. Titans can't win without him.

Drink Up!


Gawd Amighty! We've been dealin' with these heavy... cantancerous type subjects to much... Where's the booze talk dammit?

I for one am sittin' here nursin' a Rollin' Rock. I know I know... The beer snobs out there are gonna turn up their collective noses. Piss on 'em. It's plain old pale beer. I like plain ol' pale beer. I like it just fine. No reason to pay all that extra money for that Sam Adams crap that I can't stand to drink.

That Sam Adams beer.... I notice its got all these different flavors... Flavors... in beer? Who in the blue hell wants flavored beer? Beer is a flavor dammit. Damn Boston yankees can shove that honey flavored mess straight up their summer brewed asses.

Corona. That's a beer dammit. Dos Equis. That's another one. Them mexicans.... two things they can do... Cut grass, and make beer. The music ain't bad either...

On the other fronts... another reader is buyin' a Springfield. This one is an XD... I want ya to know that every time someone buys a Springfield I put another notch on my belt. I take satisfaction in knowing that quality firearms are being distributed, and I'm aiding the process.

And how bout it? God has decided to do us the favor of washing what little filth that remains of New Orleans away... If that's not a smokin' occasion... what is?

How about that anyway? Everyone frettin' that New Orlean's would be hit again. That's about stupid. Everything on that coast is shit-canned. Who cares if it gets hit again?

What's the matter? You don't like your garbage flooded? No one is in New Orleans. Everything is already ruined there. Why wouldn't would want it to get the worst of the storm? What? You'd rather have another city totally trashed?

Good thinkin'!

Anyway... It's a good night to light up boys...my last cuban label up here... Done runned out... Ah well.. I'm gonna be paroled soon anyhow. May as well.

Whatcha Drinkin? Whatcha Smokin? Whatcha Carryin?

Fire, Containment, and Jet Fuel

I am not a moderate. I'm not mainstream. The name I wear proudly is Radical Extremist. It seems fairly obvious as to why. To me, its simply a matter of causation. If the nation had been moderately altered, then I would be a moderate. Because moderate action would suffice to fix the problem.

Such is not the case. Radical change has taken place. Extreme leftward motion has occured, and therefore, extreme rightward motion is required to return her to her original place.

The reality of our world dictates, that unfortunately, we cannot vote our government into shrinking. Leviathan is like a fire. It can start small, and be gradually fed into a huge demonic beast... but once it's a beast, its very very difficult to simply stop feeding it and let it go away.

Ever tried to deprive a forest fire of oxygen? Good luck with that.

When a fire reaches a certain point, you have options... actively fight it, or let it burn until it kills itself... Option two requires some type of containment.

Containment should sound familiar. Conservatives knew that Communism, like fire, required new fuel to continue to burn. So they attempted to limit the new fuel (new territory), and allow the communism to simply burn itself up. It worked.

What is missed today, is that as America passed the point of socialism (1930s) it ceased to produce enough to sustain itself. It now requires more and more external fuel. Rather than consuming new territory, so far, America has simply opted for debt.

Our choices are clear. We can simply attempt to contain the fire, and allow it to destroy itself. This appears to be the strategery the Republicans give lip service to. Of course, it is just lip service, as when they get into power they throw gas on the fire like the crazed pyromaniacs they are. The strategy of the democrats is to simply deny that fire is a destructive force. After all, if the entire world burned to rubble, then the entire world is equal, and equality is the most noble goal there is.

Right about now, the fire is nearing Dresden intensity. Dubya's tax cut was the rough equivelent of squirting it with a watergun. The Prescription Drug Benefit, and No Child Left Behind were the equivelent of dropping 20,000 gallons of jetfuel on it. So much for containment.

Fire must be put out violently. Either by deluge, or suffocation. You can flood her out, or you can stamp her out. Either way, you have to get in there and get it done. You can't stand on the edge and spit at it.

Governments are shrunk only when they are forced too. Men with guns make the rules. When the government has the guns, it makes the rules. If it wants more power, it takes it. This will go one until guns are leveled at the Government, and it is forced to either crawl back to its hole, or fight.

Unfortunately, they almost always fight.

Rome burned itself out... and now, nothing remains at all.

I prefer the quick and violent confrontation, to the slow burn. At least that way, there's usually something left to rebuild.

One way or another the United States is dieing.

Cultural Ignorance

The Far Left and the Far Right are similar. Doesn't that just sound so intelectual? Why I get a thoughtful buzz just typing it. I suppose it somehow links to the do-gooder notion that moderation is always best... see if that's the case, than it must be best to be somewhere in the middle politically.

This is of course... nonsense.

Bill stepped in it royally by quoting some moron over at the "Center For Cultural Learning" which is no doubt some post-modern attempt at an Ex-Republican Reform School. Over there we find these gems:

On 9/11: In short, both Far Left and Far Right were in essential agreement that the United States deserved such comeuppance and judgment; they simply disagreed over the transgressions that warranted such tragedy.

On The Founding Fathers: They formed a government unlike any in the history of the world, and they conducted an amazing political experiment that has been dramatically — one might wish to say, miraculously — successful.

On Christian America: And Christians here have not surrendered their allegiance to Jesus Christ when they maintain patriotism toward the United States.

Now... I am as far right as they come. You didn't see me saying the US got what it deserved on 9/11. Granted... I didn't shed a lot of tears... but come on... It's New York. When Montgomery gets bombed... then I'll be pissed. I've got no more in common with those yankee pricks than I do with the Arabs. My attitude is best described as wary indifference. I'm more worried about what the critters in DC will do to me because of 9/11 than I am about some drooling idiot who'd rather be off sodomizing a dromadari.

Saying that the far left and far right are the same requires that one ignore the stated goals of each. To simply state that each are anti-establish roughly tells 10% of the story.

The Far Left is... actually... the moderate left... is dedicated to the ideals of centralized power and big federal power.

The Far Right is dedicated to the ideals espoused in our Constitution... those of decentralized power, states rights, individual rights, and self-reliance.

While each are anti-establishment, one is demonstratably against the founder's vision, and one is quite obviously for it.

So what is patriotism? Is it loyalty to a flag? Or is it loyalty to ideals? The Founding Fathers were patriots. Not because they were loyal to any country. After all.. when they were fighting, this country didn't even exist yet. They were patriots because they were loyal to the ideals of freedom, independence, and self-reliance. That's the foundation of american patriotism.

Claiming the experiment was a success, while the core principles have been publicly shat on, isn't patriotic. It's assinine. Claiming that it isn't un-Christian, to blindly support a government that observable reality proves to be contradictory to Christian tradion, isn't patriotic. It's assinine.

And using the words of a few religious nutcases to paint the Far Right, so as to neatly fit your moderatation inspired ignoramous world-view, isn't clever.

It's Assinine.

And Mr Andrew Sandlin... Please... Pucker up and Kiss My Anti-Establishment Ass.

Christ was Anti-Establishment.

Comment Gold

Midgets should wear bells, like a cat, lest one of us twist an ankle.
- nick digger

That's going on the Bloggerblaster T-Shirt. Dammit.

Hrmmm

Here's the article on that JetBlue flight. Please note that... for some reason... even though the plane was flying very very low passengers had a hard time getting their cell phones to work. Not at all like those folks say... flight 93.

Those Will Not See

Bill opines:
"This wouldn't have happened if the government hadn't de-regulated airlines. It was probably global warming that caused the tires to catch on fire, and it's Bush's fault for using all the good planes to search for the missing WMD's in his blood-for-oil war in Iraq!"

Cute. You can almost see Bill walkin' around with his "Lets Go Elephants" shirt... waving his pom-pom. Bill's a Republican Fan see. He cheers for the red team. My next door neighbor on the other hand, is a Democrat Fan. She cheers for the blue team.

One is understandibly more excited than the other of course... as the Red Team is on a helluva win streak. After the last election, the red fans were waving brooms. SWEEP!

And girls and boys... this is what politics in America is reduced too. It's not about ideology, or goals, or changing policy. It's about who's team is winning.

On the left, The PowerPuff Girls over at MoveOn.ORG are all in a tissy, because the elected dems won't talk like the liberals they are. While Dora and her friends over at Powerline have the opposite problem... Their elected officials talk like conservatives while the government grows like Kudzu.

So... We're not in a New Deal Redux eh? Wasn't No Child Left Behind one of the largest spending bill of all time? And wasn't it topped by the Prescription Drug benefit? In fact, the PBD was the single largest spending bill ever.

But Dubya's a conservative! I know this because he gave us a little tax cut!

Conservative my ass.

This country hasn't had an effective conservative President in damned near 100 years. Reagen wasn't a conservative. Or if he was, he was a totally ineffective conservative. Ok... he appointed Scalia. Great. He also cancelled out Scalia's vote with that wench O'Connor. Like I said...
Ineffective.

The government grows and grows... and conservatives ignore the fact that their team is no different from the other team.

But how can it be the same??? They cheer for the Red team. Those stupid democrats cheer for the blue team.

See? They're not the same. One's red, and one's blue.

Stolen

Hey... if ya can't steal a joke... what can ya steal?


Crusty old Air Force Senior Master Sergeant (SMS) Smith found himself at a gala event, hosted by a local liberal arts college. There was no shortage of extremely young, idealistic ladies in attendance, one of whom approached the Sergeant for conversation.

She said, "Excuse me, Sergeant, but you seem to be a very serious man. Is something bothering you?". "Negative, ma'am," Senior Master Sergeant Smith said, "Just serious by nature."

The young lady looked at his awards and decorations and said, "It looks like you have seen a lot of action."The SMS's short reply was, "Yes, ma'am, a lot of action."

The young lady, tiring of trying to start up a conversation, said, "You know, you should lighten up a little. Relax and enjoy yourself."The SMS just stared at her in his serious manner.

Finally the young lady said, "You know, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but when is the last time you had sex?"

The SMS looked at her and replied, "1955."

She said, "Well, there you are. You really need to chill out and quit taking everything so seriously! I mean, no sex since 1955! Isn't that a little extreme?"

Senior Master Sergeant Smith, glancing at his watch, said in his matter-of-fact voice, "You think so? It's only 21:30 now."

Helluva Job Jet Blue

If you didn't see it tonight, Jet Blue Flight 292 had some landing gear problems. The front gear wouldn't raise, and the wheels themselves were locked perpendicular to the fuselage. They handled the situation as perfectly as it could be handled. The pilot knew there was a problem just seconds after take off. He did a flyby so the tower could get a look and see what was wrong. He then burned off fuel over the pacific, and landed it at LAX.

I think we all expected to see the gear snap off, but amazing it held. The tires burst into flames and burned away to nothing, but the gear just scraped on down the runway, and held just fine.

I wanna know how you perform when the shit hits the fan. Well... the shit hit the fan, and Jet Blue smoked it. Toss one back for 'em.

Jewish Lesbians and Other Glorious Stupids

The modern perception of religion among the "reform" types is so horribly twisted sometimes one can't help but laugh. Such was the case yesterday when I was surfin' around over at Vox's and encountered comments by one who proudly proclaimed herself a Jewish Lesbian, who apparently had been married by what she called a "reform rabbi".

Now those of you who've been around probably figure this is just an odd way to kick off bad joke wednesday... This has to be a shaggy dog.... right?

Nah...

In this ignorant mind, Jews are more tolerant of homosexual activity than Christians. Jews. You know. The ones who live and die by the law. Homosexuals despise the old testament... and yet she goes out and chooses the religion the never got past it.

This relates well to the thinking often found in American Atheists. Its not at all that they don't like religion. It's that they don't like Christianity. Both believers and atheists are products of the Church. We like taking credit for the one, but don't like to be blamed for the other.

In the end, this person who was trying so hard to come across as rational, simply exposed herself to be anything but. She was desperate to prove that women were logical and clear thinking... but with every word and every paragraph she simply demonstrated the opposite.

This is what happens folks when women are let loose... When they lose male influence... You end up with Jewish Lesbians who are to inteligent to raise children.

Ask me again why I refuse to live in a city.

Happy Birthday!


She's an MD... She's about to finish her residency... and she's got two little boys. I'd say.... She should be thirty shouldn't she?

Well...

As of today, she is.

Happy Birthday DrWho.

NFL Picks: Week 2

W-Tennessee over Baltimore
L-New England over Carolina
L-Detroit over Chicago
W-Cincinatti over Minnesota
W-Pittsburg over Houston
W-Indianapolis over Jacksonville
W-Philly over San Fran
W-Tampa Bay over Buffalo
W-Seattle over Atlanta
L-San Diego over Denver
L-Green Bay over Cleveland
L-Miami over the Jets
L-Oakland over Kansas City
New Orleans over the Giants
Dallas over Washington

I'm ignoring last weeks picks. Because they sucked.

Fulmer Sucks

I hate him. I hate his moronic decision making... or should I say... total lack there of. I hate the fact that every one, at some time or another out coaches him... either in preparation or play calling.

The Tennessee D did exactly what I said it would do last night. Leak looked good in the first quarter, but soon the hits got the better of him. The boy was dazed through the rest of the game.

This is when any other coach would've been stepping on the throttle.

Time after time Florida came up with big plays... and time after time UT's D held them up. But in the end, it became painfully obvious that the D was gonna have to get that big turnover if UT wanted to win. They just didn't get it.

It's classic UT. Seemed like every time they gave the ball to Riggs he gained 9 yards. Then florida stops him a couple times, and that's it. UT stops running the ball. They start going with these bizarre flanker screens that just don't work in the SEC.

Days like today.... I just hate being a Tennessee fan.

Draining the Swamp

A little more than 12 hours from now the Volunteers will invade the Swamp. No doubt the Volunteer Navy's bi-annual blockade of Gainesville is already taking effect. Oh sure... the Florida Gay-Tors are saying all the right things so far. They are putting on the necessary show of bravado for the cameras. But in the end, the Vols have won 2 in a row in the Swamp, and 3 of the last 4. The Clausen family is undefeated in the Swamp. For the record, Casey's straight younger brother, Rick, will be starting at QB for the Vols.

Tonight isn't so much a contest though... it is an initiation.

Urban Meyer brings his fancy "Spread Option" offense to Gainseville as head coach. It's a flashy little concept that is based on the Shotgun, and mixes in everything from the shovel pass to the option... and allows the QB to go deep at almost any time.

For all its fireworks though, there is one glaring problem with this "Urban Warfare". See... while it's destroyed teams like BYU and Pitt... it's never actually been tried against a team that... you know... plays defense. And that's really the key there when it comes to judging an offense... not how good is it against Sister Mary's School for the Blind. How good is it against Alabama or Tennessee?

Chris Leak... the Gay-Tor quarterback may be thinking a loss tonight is his biggest fear. But after analyzing Urban's offense, I think after about a quarter or so, he's going to realize that losing a game isn't nearly as bad as losing his entire football career. See... Someone really should've explained to Coach Meyer that in the SEC... its actually a pretty good idea to at least try to protect your quarterback. As is? He has no tight-end.... no fullback.... In short... he's gona be naked back there.

Oh I know... I can hear you Gay-tor fans crying already... "The Ol' Ball Coach didn't throw to no damned tight-end!" It's not about throwing you sissy-marys. It's about protection. Its about blocking. Besides... do the names Erron Kinney and Ben Troupe mean anything to you?

Florida is going to be facing a Vols D that is most likely the best in the country. Its a defense that could shut down anyone on any given series last year, and oh yeah... all they did was return 10, count them 10, starters. They are gonna blitz from everywhere, and Meyer isn't gonna have anyone back there to save Leak from them.

On the other side... UT is gonna hand the ball to Riggs, and let the Bid Dog eat. Power Football. Bear Bryant used to say that you couldn't build a strong D if all you did was practice against a finess offense. In order to learn to take a punch to the face, you have to get punched in the face.

The Gay-Tor D has been chasing wideouts and playing footsy with Urban's pantywaist offense all summer. It don't take a genius to figure what the Bear would think of this matchup.

I hope ya like Rocky Top. If you tune into CBS around 8:00pm... you'll be hearing it alot.

Genetics

So this morning... I'm going through a standard morning routine... Jeb's playin' in his playroom. Eli's still sleepin'... I'm surfin'... with the standard playlist rotating through in the background, while I sip some semi-fresh coffee.

Now.. ya have to understand that by 'playlist' I mean a collection of well over 2000 recordings. I simply get up and let it start where ever it left off... so I have no idea what's coming next.

Then it hits me...

A single... impossibly tightly tuned, kevlar snare... The standard cadence kick... An acented down beat rimshot that shouts "Pay attention boys, the shit is fixing to go down." Its followed by 3 8th-notes... then another accented downbeat... then three more 8th-notes... followed by a solo measure to intro the cadence.

That's how it starts... every time. My heartrate still jumps 50 beats per minute every time I hear it. It's amazing really... I'm sitting here at a computer... and sound alone... causes an instant physiological reaction. Pavlov would be proud.

For close to a decade I was that guy. I was the center snare in the badass drumline. My drumline. For those who've never experienced the power drums have on crowds... well... their skepticism is understandable... but there is a reason that army's have forever marched to drums.

We all have multiple talents... but we almost always have one that stands far and away above the others... and that was mine. Sky's blue. Water's wet. I can drum. Things other people had to work at... I didn't... I could just do it. Anything. Show me one time, and there it was. Sure, I had to build endurance chops... there's no way around that... but when it came to agility and dexterity... I simply had it. I could site read like a machine... I could memorize complex music in half the time the other guys in the line could.

Why?

Was I born with it? If I was... how did I know I was? JAC drummed... so one could argue that I just followed in his footsteps. OK.. I can see that... but lots of kids had older brothers in the line... and talent varied insanely from brother to brother. And if I knew because of JAC... then how did JAC know?

Progressives look at all this and see environment at work.

But this morning... when that lone snare kicked off the Blue Devils... my heart rate spiked to 120... I sat here.... sippin' the coffee... lettin' my mind replay all those days.... it's amazing how a decade of memories can flash through you in 4 seconds ya know? But then out of the corner of my eye... I realize Jeb is behind me. Staring at the speakers...

I put my hand on his chest... and his heart is racing. I'm not really sure I can explain the emotion that caused... Some may describe as pride... but I don't think it was that... it was some holy concoction of love, pride, anticipation, and joy.

I decided to experiment a little, so I switched to a different song... Jeb immediately shouted in protest, and even grabbed the mouse to change it back himself.

The boy was hooked at the first rimshot.

I know the feeling.