This morning I noticed one of my lawns sprinkler heads was broken, and so, I made my twice annually trip to Lowes. I went to the aisle for sprinkler heads and began my rapid descent into lost consciousness. And then...
...horror of all horrors...
...the Lowes guy was walking towards me...
...which meant he was gonna ask me what I needed...
...and then the dreaded answer was to follow.
Picture if you will yourself...you're in the Great Pyramid Cheops. You're deep in the maze of tunnels - AND YOU'RE LOST. The only language advising you how to exit before you asphyxiate is Ancient Hieroglyphics.
That's me at Lowes. We all have our talents, and mine isn't home repair. But the guy coming closer to me; the guy who patented "carpenters crack"; the guy with the 7th grade education who thinks if you don't know what a torque wrench is you're a feeble idiot - was approaching.
"How ya'll doin?" he started. I'm fine I replied, and explained to him I needed to replace my sprinkler head.
"Is it a 2 inch, 4 inch, or 6 inch okywarbler system?" he asked. Sure is, I said.
"Waaaail thiin pardner, whatchoo need is a portable macintyre tubular wrench, 'bout 2 ounces of PB Lathermeister Ointment, a co-convex scrotumizer strap, and two labia enhanced outshoot nozzles, and four piomonitored reflector pins, and ya got it made."
I looked at this man - speaking Martian - and said "thanks..."that's what I figured".
Then I drove home and looked up the number for the closest sprinkler system repair company.
Next??
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Friday, May 08, 2009
Glass houses
A while back.
Not so far, actually. Call it a short while.
Red Sox fans world-wide used to complain about everything...the weather, politics, this fairly insignificant issue of something like 8+ decades without a World Series win. There was even talk of curses, voodoo, and devil worship.
Anyway, back then a certain faction of Red Sox fans reveled in making accusations of their rivals, there was the emerging thought that the Yankees had cheated their way to a Game 7 ALCS win over Boston, thanks to the 3-home run contributions of one Jason Giambi. Early on in the following year, the slugging first baseman had apologized with a fill-in-the blank press conference. Nobody thought he had disobeyed any city water laws, but he never said the "S" word either.
Back then, we were still living in a naïve world of baseball in Boston. We were the lovable losers. The Yankees were the needle-pushing cheats. Back then it was easier to believe that they were the dark knight and we were the damsels in distress.
The Mitchell report of 2007 listed 120 MLB players as steroid users, many of them the nucleus of the Yankees mid to late 1990's dynasty years when they won 4 World Series titles. "Fucking cheaters" we bellowed, as if to make ourselves completely immune from the process. "Didn't see any Red Sox players listed" we were quick to say, and all seemed right in Camelot. Lancelot had finally become king, in both 2004 and 2007, which made it even sweeter that we did it "honestly".
Back then, you know...back then... we just assumed the good guys were the only ones not juicing, a belief not exactly disputed by the Mitchell Report, which delivered us such tasty revelations as ... Eric Gagne, who was here all of three months, and sucked mightily anyways. Meanwhile, Roger Clemens watched as his Hall of Fame career got taken down into a sewer of events, and once again, Red Sox fans enjoyed a nice bout with karma.
Yesterday though, the bombshell dropped when it was announced that Manny Ramirez -- that’s former Red Sox World Series MVP Manny Ramirez -- has been suspended by Major League Baseball for 50 games for using performance-enhancing drugs.
Camelot shook. The glass house that was Red Sox Nation was suddenly in full view of everyone, and the stones were soon to follow. That doesn’t mean he used them in ’04... Or in ’07...but now, we have some reason to believe he may have. And it bothers us.
You see, much like how all of New England grins over the tainted legacy of Alex Rodriguez, so too beginning today, is the resume of Manny Ramirez. And yes, if you think Giambi’s presence in 2003 was a dirty avenue to the World Series, then you have to think the same about Ramirez in ’04 and ’07.
Frankly, these admissions rarely surprise me anymore. I’m more intrigued these days to see how the public reaction develops. It ruined Clemens’ life. It sent Barry Bonds, Sammy Sosa and Mark McGuire into exile.
For the most part, Red Sox fans will revel in the news of another enemy of the state getting busted. But, as one person noted, “If Manny was using in 2009 when baseball was testing, what do you figure he was doing when baseball wasn’t testing?"
Way back then, we didn’t know any better. These days, we should, but something tells me that some of us are going to conveniently forget about Giambi and ’03. When that sort of thing hits close to home, you normally do. In any event. they don't take away MVPs or World Series titles.
Only the perception of them.
Not so far, actually. Call it a short while.
Red Sox fans world-wide used to complain about everything...the weather, politics, this fairly insignificant issue of something like 8+ decades without a World Series win. There was even talk of curses, voodoo, and devil worship.
Anyway, back then a certain faction of Red Sox fans reveled in making accusations of their rivals, there was the emerging thought that the Yankees had cheated their way to a Game 7 ALCS win over Boston, thanks to the 3-home run contributions of one Jason Giambi. Early on in the following year, the slugging first baseman had apologized with a fill-in-the blank press conference. Nobody thought he had disobeyed any city water laws, but he never said the "S" word either.
Back then, we were still living in a naïve world of baseball in Boston. We were the lovable losers. The Yankees were the needle-pushing cheats. Back then it was easier to believe that they were the dark knight and we were the damsels in distress.
The Mitchell report of 2007 listed 120 MLB players as steroid users, many of them the nucleus of the Yankees mid to late 1990's dynasty years when they won 4 World Series titles. "Fucking cheaters" we bellowed, as if to make ourselves completely immune from the process. "Didn't see any Red Sox players listed" we were quick to say, and all seemed right in Camelot. Lancelot had finally become king, in both 2004 and 2007, which made it even sweeter that we did it "honestly".
Back then, you know...back then... we just assumed the good guys were the only ones not juicing, a belief not exactly disputed by the Mitchell Report, which delivered us such tasty revelations as ... Eric Gagne, who was here all of three months, and sucked mightily anyways. Meanwhile, Roger Clemens watched as his Hall of Fame career got taken down into a sewer of events, and once again, Red Sox fans enjoyed a nice bout with karma.
Yesterday though, the bombshell dropped when it was announced that Manny Ramirez -- that’s former Red Sox World Series MVP Manny Ramirez -- has been suspended by Major League Baseball for 50 games for using performance-enhancing drugs.
Camelot shook. The glass house that was Red Sox Nation was suddenly in full view of everyone, and the stones were soon to follow. That doesn’t mean he used them in ’04... Or in ’07...but now, we have some reason to believe he may have. And it bothers us.
You see, much like how all of New England grins over the tainted legacy of Alex Rodriguez, so too beginning today, is the resume of Manny Ramirez. And yes, if you think Giambi’s presence in 2003 was a dirty avenue to the World Series, then you have to think the same about Ramirez in ’04 and ’07.
Frankly, these admissions rarely surprise me anymore. I’m more intrigued these days to see how the public reaction develops. It ruined Clemens’ life. It sent Barry Bonds, Sammy Sosa and Mark McGuire into exile.
For the most part, Red Sox fans will revel in the news of another enemy of the state getting busted. But, as one person noted, “If Manny was using in 2009 when baseball was testing, what do you figure he was doing when baseball wasn’t testing?"
Way back then, we didn’t know any better. These days, we should, but something tells me that some of us are going to conveniently forget about Giambi and ’03. When that sort of thing hits close to home, you normally do. In any event. they don't take away MVPs or World Series titles.
Only the perception of them.
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
Unsung...and barely even spoken acapello
Call them the unsung heroes of World War II. They didn't see combat, but they did fly 60 million miles in 60,000 hours across the U.S. and the European Theater. There were 1,074 trained and certified pilots in this group, and they flew dozens of missions - although non-combat missions - during the 1940's.
"We were not treated the same as combat tested pilots at that time, but we proved given the same training they were receiving, we could fly anything they flew on any mission they flew, except our missions weren't over Germany or Japan; mainly France, England, and North Africa after Rommel was driven out" one of their best pilots says.
They tested new aircraft and tested combat planes after repairs were made. They delivered planes, towed targets for antiaircraft gunnery practice, flew searchlight-tracking missions and simulated bombings. Some taught flight students while they were still cadets in training.
"It wasn't hard for me. I just did it even though I missed the opportunity for genuine combat, I was part of a force that did so much for the war effort, it didn't matter after a while" says Peterson Young, 86. "People talked about me, but they had to talk about somebody. Non-combatants were - and still are - looked down upon"
This particular group of pilots were not recognized for their efforts until 1977 when honored by then-President Carter, but they inspired other generations to climb to higher heights. They were America's unsung heroes...but they will not be forgotten.
I know I won't allow anyone to forget....
the women pilots of the WASP Corps.
"We were not treated the same as combat tested pilots at that time, but we proved given the same training they were receiving, we could fly anything they flew on any mission they flew, except our missions weren't over Germany or Japan; mainly France, England, and North Africa after Rommel was driven out" one of their best pilots says.
They tested new aircraft and tested combat planes after repairs were made. They delivered planes, towed targets for antiaircraft gunnery practice, flew searchlight-tracking missions and simulated bombings. Some taught flight students while they were still cadets in training.
"It wasn't hard for me. I just did it even though I missed the opportunity for genuine combat, I was part of a force that did so much for the war effort, it didn't matter after a while" says Peterson Young, 86. "People talked about me, but they had to talk about somebody. Non-combatants were - and still are - looked down upon"
This particular group of pilots were not recognized for their efforts until 1977 when honored by then-President Carter, but they inspired other generations to climb to higher heights. They were America's unsung heroes...but they will not be forgotten.
I know I won't allow anyone to forget....
the women pilots of the WASP Corps.
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
David Koresh and the Temple of Doom
Contrary to popular belief (as well as those who defend the 1990's presidency voraciously) the events of 9-11 are not, as one friend told me, past history, nor were the events of 9-11 the first attack on US soil since Pearl Harbor, no matter what Andrea Mitchell and Keith Olbermann would have you believe.
It was actually number 5. With apologies to all you who flunked elementary math, first Arab attack was the WTC in February of 1993, number three was the embassies in Africa, the fourth was the USS Cole, and the fifth....yes the fifth...1-2-3-4-5....was 9-11.
This is a partial story of number 2. Fasten your seat belts, and kids under 48 inches not allowed on this ride.
Zacarias Moussaoui, dubbed the "20th 9-11 hijacker" by federal prosecutors, would have been released from federal custody before the 9-11 attacks if not for the heroic persistence of field agents in the FBI’s Minneapolis office. Agent Coleen Rowley and members of her FBI team carried on a running fight with top FBI and Justice Department officials who tried to stop the Minnesota investigation and prevented a search of his laptop computer until after his fellow conspirators crashed their hijacked planes on September 11.
There are many important, unanswered questions concerning Moussaoui. For instance: Why have federal officials pointedly ignored publicly available facts showing that most of the $64,000 he received from Al-Qaeda/Al Qaeda Linked sources was spent in the Oklahoma City area, where he attended the Airman Flight School in nearby Norman. The largest chunk of Moussaoui’s funds, $35,000, was provided by al-Qaeda paymaster Yazid Sufaat, one of the principal hosts of the secret al-Qaeda planning meeting for 9-11 in Malaysia. Moussaoui, according to federal authorities, was operating under the direction of al-Qaeda mastermind Khalid Shaikh Mohammed, who met in the Philippines with his nephew, 1993 World Trade Center bomber Ramzi Yousef, during the same time period that Yousef was meeting with an American named Terry Nichols, also in the Philippines.
September 11 hijacker Ziad Jarrah’s ticket (United Airlines Flight 93) was purchased from a computer terminal at Oklahoma University in Norman. Moussaoui was a frequent visitor to the OU campus, worked out at the OU gym and recruited OU student Hussain Al-Attas. September 11 hijacker Mohammed Atta, a member of al-Qaeda’s cell in Hamburg, Germany, visited the same Norman, Oklahoma, flight school that Moussaoui attended.
Oklahoma, Oklahoma, Oklahoma...over and again. Strange place for a former African American turned Muslim zealot to hang out, don't you think?
Perhaps the most important "coincidence" concerning Moussaoui is his connection to convicted felon Melvin Lattimore, a convert to Islam who now goes by the name Majahid Abdulquaadir Menepta.
Lattimore/Menepta’s credit card was used to help finance the 1993 World Trade Center bombing directed by Ramzi Yousef.
Federal ATF Agent Jeffrey Whitney has testified in court that one day after the Oklahoma City bombing, an FBI informant told FBI superiors that Menepta should be considered a top suspect in the Oklahoma attack.
Several employees at Travelers Aid, one block from the Murrah Building, identified Menepta as entering the Travelers Aid office with three other men the day before the Oklahoma City bombing. Two of the men accompanying Menepta were identified as closely resembling associates of an American named Timothy McVeigh, and one of the witnesses positively identified the vehicle that the group drove away in as Mr. McVeigh’s beat-up Mercury Marquis.
Menepta was a member of a militant mosque in St. Louis and is now a member of a radical mosque in Norman, where he says he saw Moussaoui on a daily basis. According to Oklahoma news accounts, Menepta and Moussaoui were roommates in Norman, while Moussaoui attended flight school.
Menepta’s roommate, Al-Attas, drove Moussaoui from Oklahoma to Minnesota to begin flight school there. When Al-Attas was arrested, Menepta drove to Minnesota and posted $5,000 bail for his release.
When Menepta and Al-Attas returned to Norman on August 21, 2001, more than three weeks before 9-11, agents from the Oklahoma City FBI office knocked on their apartment door. According to the agents, several men fled the apartment and exited the building before the agents could react. Also, according to FBI documents, 9-11 hijacker Salem Al-Hazmi was seen in Menepta’s Norman apartment in April 2001.
Menepta was arrested one month after the 9-11 attacks as a material witness and possible co-conspirator. Menepta vigorously defended Moussaoui as a "scapegoat."
Gloria Smith, who managed the office of a charitable organization called "The Travelers Aid Association"... one block from the Murrah Building in Oklahoma City, told FBI agents that Melvin Lattimore/Menepta came to her office with other men in Timothy McVeigh’s car. A federal ATF agent has testified in court that one day after the bombing an undercover informant fingered Menepta as the top suspect. Mrs. Smith, who has no desire for fame in this affair, nor does she have an agenda, swore under oath TEN TIMES she witnessed what she witnessed. But he was never arrested for shit.
The story goes on and on. The FBI "lost" the transcripts of Mrs. Smiths 10...that's correct...10 interviews. They lost all 10. There were other documents that pertained to material evidence that were lost or "misfiled" and therefore never came out as public information. What bad luck, huh? Gee... Whitewater and blowjobgate were going on during these times as well. No point in any loose ends or security messiness being brought up in the mid to late 90's. Nawwww.
So what we have is a discharged buck sergeant (three stripes) from the Army who had no apparent employment, hanging out with a farmer from Minnesotta who didn't farm, AND---ALL----BY---THEMSELVES---they had the financial wherewithal to buy all the materials needed to bring down a semi-sky scraper, take trips all over the US, take trips to the Philippines, rent all kinds of vehicles, stay at semi-expensive hotels, eat, and whatever else
they needed, but the administration of the 1990's would have us believe this was some angry white supremacist hell-bent on avenging some retard in Waco, Tx. C'mon...even the dumbest of you out there know "no ticky, no laundry", and as far as the records indicate, McVeigh and Nichols weren't buying on credit. Where was the ENORMOUS amounts of UNTRACEABLE CASH coming from?
Lastly, there is this business of total silence, and I mean TOTAL FUCKING SILENCE, even on his death gurney. If he did what he did for what they said he did, why wouldn't he proclaim it to the world, at least on the day he died? You pull a shitstorm and shove it right up the US Governments ass, and you don't want to claim it? You don't want to go on CNN and laugh? Intead...you die tight-lipped?
And speaking of dying, isn't the national average for death row something like 20+ years? It certainly isn't 4 years after a conviction...but it was here. My, my...that sure was fast. You would think someone in D.C. had sweaty palms or something.
You know what, I've concluded my research is full of shit. The broke Buck Sergeant and the non-farming farmer did it. It must have been an inheritance that no one has heard of.
Or...?
Authors note: If you don't understand the significance of the title, "David Korsh and the Temple of Doom"....go away.
It was actually number 5. With apologies to all you who flunked elementary math, first Arab attack was the WTC in February of 1993, number three was the embassies in Africa, the fourth was the USS Cole, and the fifth....yes the fifth...1-2-3-4-5....was 9-11.
This is a partial story of number 2. Fasten your seat belts, and kids under 48 inches not allowed on this ride.
Zacarias Moussaoui, dubbed the "20th 9-11 hijacker" by federal prosecutors, would have been released from federal custody before the 9-11 attacks if not for the heroic persistence of field agents in the FBI’s Minneapolis office. Agent Coleen Rowley and members of her FBI team carried on a running fight with top FBI and Justice Department officials who tried to stop the Minnesota investigation and prevented a search of his laptop computer until after his fellow conspirators crashed their hijacked planes on September 11.
There are many important, unanswered questions concerning Moussaoui. For instance: Why have federal officials pointedly ignored publicly available facts showing that most of the $64,000 he received from Al-Qaeda/Al Qaeda Linked sources was spent in the Oklahoma City area, where he attended the Airman Flight School in nearby Norman. The largest chunk of Moussaoui’s funds, $35,000, was provided by al-Qaeda paymaster Yazid Sufaat, one of the principal hosts of the secret al-Qaeda planning meeting for 9-11 in Malaysia. Moussaoui, according to federal authorities, was operating under the direction of al-Qaeda mastermind Khalid Shaikh Mohammed, who met in the Philippines with his nephew, 1993 World Trade Center bomber Ramzi Yousef, during the same time period that Yousef was meeting with an American named Terry Nichols, also in the Philippines.
September 11 hijacker Ziad Jarrah’s ticket (United Airlines Flight 93) was purchased from a computer terminal at Oklahoma University in Norman. Moussaoui was a frequent visitor to the OU campus, worked out at the OU gym and recruited OU student Hussain Al-Attas. September 11 hijacker Mohammed Atta, a member of al-Qaeda’s cell in Hamburg, Germany, visited the same Norman, Oklahoma, flight school that Moussaoui attended.
Oklahoma, Oklahoma, Oklahoma...over and again. Strange place for a former African American turned Muslim zealot to hang out, don't you think?
Perhaps the most important "coincidence" concerning Moussaoui is his connection to convicted felon Melvin Lattimore, a convert to Islam who now goes by the name Majahid Abdulquaadir Menepta.
Lattimore/Menepta’s credit card was used to help finance the 1993 World Trade Center bombing directed by Ramzi Yousef.
Federal ATF Agent Jeffrey Whitney has testified in court that one day after the Oklahoma City bombing, an FBI informant told FBI superiors that Menepta should be considered a top suspect in the Oklahoma attack.
Several employees at Travelers Aid, one block from the Murrah Building, identified Menepta as entering the Travelers Aid office with three other men the day before the Oklahoma City bombing. Two of the men accompanying Menepta were identified as closely resembling associates of an American named Timothy McVeigh, and one of the witnesses positively identified the vehicle that the group drove away in as Mr. McVeigh’s beat-up Mercury Marquis.
Menepta was a member of a militant mosque in St. Louis and is now a member of a radical mosque in Norman, where he says he saw Moussaoui on a daily basis. According to Oklahoma news accounts, Menepta and Moussaoui were roommates in Norman, while Moussaoui attended flight school.
Menepta’s roommate, Al-Attas, drove Moussaoui from Oklahoma to Minnesota to begin flight school there. When Al-Attas was arrested, Menepta drove to Minnesota and posted $5,000 bail for his release.
When Menepta and Al-Attas returned to Norman on August 21, 2001, more than three weeks before 9-11, agents from the Oklahoma City FBI office knocked on their apartment door. According to the agents, several men fled the apartment and exited the building before the agents could react. Also, according to FBI documents, 9-11 hijacker Salem Al-Hazmi was seen in Menepta’s Norman apartment in April 2001.
Menepta was arrested one month after the 9-11 attacks as a material witness and possible co-conspirator. Menepta vigorously defended Moussaoui as a "scapegoat."
Gloria Smith, who managed the office of a charitable organization called "The Travelers Aid Association"... one block from the Murrah Building in Oklahoma City, told FBI agents that Melvin Lattimore/Menepta came to her office with other men in Timothy McVeigh’s car. A federal ATF agent has testified in court that one day after the bombing an undercover informant fingered Menepta as the top suspect. Mrs. Smith, who has no desire for fame in this affair, nor does she have an agenda, swore under oath TEN TIMES she witnessed what she witnessed. But he was never arrested for shit.
The story goes on and on. The FBI "lost" the transcripts of Mrs. Smiths 10...that's correct...10 interviews. They lost all 10. There were other documents that pertained to material evidence that were lost or "misfiled" and therefore never came out as public information. What bad luck, huh? Gee... Whitewater and blowjobgate were going on during these times as well. No point in any loose ends or security messiness being brought up in the mid to late 90's. Nawwww.
So what we have is a discharged buck sergeant (three stripes) from the Army who had no apparent employment, hanging out with a farmer from Minnesotta who didn't farm, AND---ALL----BY---THEMSELVES---they had the financial wherewithal to buy all the materials needed to bring down a semi-sky scraper, take trips all over the US, take trips to the Philippines, rent all kinds of vehicles, stay at semi-expensive hotels, eat, and whatever else
they needed, but the administration of the 1990's would have us believe this was some angry white supremacist hell-bent on avenging some retard in Waco, Tx. C'mon...even the dumbest of you out there know "no ticky, no laundry", and as far as the records indicate, McVeigh and Nichols weren't buying on credit. Where was the ENORMOUS amounts of UNTRACEABLE CASH coming from?
Lastly, there is this business of total silence, and I mean TOTAL FUCKING SILENCE, even on his death gurney. If he did what he did for what they said he did, why wouldn't he proclaim it to the world, at least on the day he died? You pull a shitstorm and shove it right up the US Governments ass, and you don't want to claim it? You don't want to go on CNN and laugh? Intead...you die tight-lipped?
And speaking of dying, isn't the national average for death row something like 20+ years? It certainly isn't 4 years after a conviction...but it was here. My, my...that sure was fast. You would think someone in D.C. had sweaty palms or something.
You know what, I've concluded my research is full of shit. The broke Buck Sergeant and the non-farming farmer did it. It must have been an inheritance that no one has heard of.
Or...?
Authors note: If you don't understand the significance of the title, "David Korsh and the Temple of Doom"....go away.
Hi mom...we're number 25
That's our number....25.
We here in the U.S. rank 25th in the world in adult literacy rate, and to be honest with you, I think it's a lie. We're more like 115th or something. Botswana is ranked higher than us. Bot-fucking-swana! The truth is, Botswanians probably know where the US is, but I can bet you most Americans have probably NOT heard of Botswana, let alone know where it is.
Thaaank it ain't troo pardner? Thaaank agin. The following are excerpts from comments on an Orlando news site on the Casey Anthony story, as they are...word for word:
Death penalty
I think she should suffer every minuet of her life. Never to whore around again or kill any body else.So I think no death penalty. Besides Florida is not a good place for death penalty..check out the statistics. With all the high priced lawyers they have and more every day, who knows? But then, of course, Phil Spector got found guilty after the second trial...Good riddence
By Pauline @ 04/27/09 08:59:15 PMreport
Death for Caysee
I have watched this caes from day one and I personally think she should not get death because it is an easy way out for her put her sorry as in prison with photo's of that precious angel so she never forgets what she did and no partying and no booze and lovers that would be the best punishment for her. Her parents are no better than she is yes I agree it's there daughter and she deserves there love but who is there for Caylee?? The public cares more about that child than her own grandparents and I think they also should go to jail for being liars and trying to get her off..I pray they see that angels face everytime they close there eyes. May god have mercy on there souls because the world knows there scum like they say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree she got it from her momma..
By Cindy Lamb @ 04/27/09 07:13:34 AM
Who to
I said to what for one that Casie and er mother Cindee should have burned for there comments and acshions wile that baby slept in the woods. Same on them for there belefs.
By John @ 04/2/09 06:14:29 AM
Those are just a small sampling of the grammatically and spelling impaired idiots who live in this country. About 20 years ago I read an article in US News and World report that stated 70% of Americans could not read, write, handle their checkbook, etc. to the educational level they had sheepskin for. In other words, a college grad was akin to a senior in high school, and a high school grad was like an 8th grader, and so on. I think that percentage has risen exponentially.
I rest my case. Americans are a stupid fucking lot.
115th at best.
We here in the U.S. rank 25th in the world in adult literacy rate, and to be honest with you, I think it's a lie. We're more like 115th or something. Botswana is ranked higher than us. Bot-fucking-swana! The truth is, Botswanians probably know where the US is, but I can bet you most Americans have probably NOT heard of Botswana, let alone know where it is.
Thaaank it ain't troo pardner? Thaaank agin. The following are excerpts from comments on an Orlando news site on the Casey Anthony story, as they are...word for word:
Death penalty
I think she should suffer every minuet of her life. Never to whore around again or kill any body else.So I think no death penalty. Besides Florida is not a good place for death penalty..check out the statistics. With all the high priced lawyers they have and more every day, who knows? But then, of course, Phil Spector got found guilty after the second trial...Good riddence
By Pauline @ 04/27/09 08:59:15 PMreport
Death for Caysee
I have watched this caes from day one and I personally think she should not get death because it is an easy way out for her put her sorry as in prison with photo's of that precious angel so she never forgets what she did and no partying and no booze and lovers that would be the best punishment for her. Her parents are no better than she is yes I agree it's there daughter and she deserves there love but who is there for Caylee?? The public cares more about that child than her own grandparents and I think they also should go to jail for being liars and trying to get her off..I pray they see that angels face everytime they close there eyes. May god have mercy on there souls because the world knows there scum like they say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree she got it from her momma..
By Cindy Lamb @ 04/27/09 07:13:34 AM
Who to
I said to what for one that Casie and er mother Cindee should have burned for there comments and acshions wile that baby slept in the woods. Same on them for there belefs.
By John @ 04/2/09 06:14:29 AM
Those are just a small sampling of the grammatically and spelling impaired idiots who live in this country. About 20 years ago I read an article in US News and World report that stated 70% of Americans could not read, write, handle their checkbook, etc. to the educational level they had sheepskin for. In other words, a college grad was akin to a senior in high school, and a high school grad was like an 8th grader, and so on. I think that percentage has risen exponentially.
I rest my case. Americans are a stupid fucking lot.
115th at best.
Monday, May 04, 2009
Pay no attention to the man behind that veiled curtain...
"I don't know about you but I'd rather be around an honest sinner than a phony Christian any day. To be honest with you, I don't like faux anything. I have almost no tolerance for liars in general and even less for lying so-called Christians. Lies are not compassionate - they are cowardly, crooked and void of any confidence in God or anyone else and have been at the heart of every wicked act since Eve took of the forbidden fruit."
That passage was written by a man named Paul Proctor, and I couldn't agree more.
I work with two phony Christians, and they piss me off on a regular basis. They bring their Bibles to work, youtube sermons to watch at work, and never use cuss words. Meanwhile they pull Casey Anthony's on their fellow employees almost daily. They metaphorically lock them in the trunk while they go about partying, then sometime later, they double bag them and dump them in the woods nearby.
But they don't cuss...and they read their Bibles. Apparently they conveniently skip over James 2:14-18 where he says "I do not object to faith; I object to faith unaccompanied by action".
And that is what most faux religious people get wrong, and they think the rest of us don't notice. Their actions do not mirror their stated beliefs. This is in fact not limited to Christianity alone, it's just easier to point out to Americans in their most common religious orientation.
Muslims who go to the Mosque and pray are not bad people. Muslims who willingly plan to fly planes into large buildings in the name of Allah are. Hebrews who go to the wailing wall while living a normal life are fine by me...it's the ones who start shit in Gaza - knowing it will escalate and cause death and destruction - they're the people we all have to watch out for. The biggest, yes I said BIGGEST, problem in the world today is not faith, it is organized religion and the flawed human beings who practice it.
Don't believe me?
Catholics are brought up in fear...driven by the Mother of all Guantanamo's...the mortal sin. If you do this, it's that kind of sin and your teeth will rot by age 16. If you do that, Locusts will fly up your ass and implode you by age 40. But the mortal sin....ohhhh....fear the mortal sin at all costs. That one is reserved for kids who talk back to their mothers or get a C- in Chemistry. A mortal sin means you're off to hell doomed to forever spend your eternal life in flames and soot. It is designed to make you welcome the Locust-Ass-Implosion, and forever seek counselling for you're imperfect thoughts and deeds...from a Priest...look out if you're a teenage boy. Awwww...didn't like that crack? Prove it isn't true. Go ahead, I'm waiting. Love thy neighbor as thyself evidently means giving blowjobs to altar boys.
The point here is I've known about 4 people in my life that were truly Christian...and you'd never know it. They don't drag the Bible around on a leash...when they hit their finger with a hammer they yell FUCK!!!...and they don't try to recruit you or fill your head with how great and holy they are. These four people I know...get this....they LIVE IT. They're kind, considerate, happy, hard-working, they believe that a broken finger will not be healed by God, rather God placed doctor's on the earth to help them splint the fracture, and they cuss now and then. And screw unashamedly. And occasionally shoot the bull just for fun.
But they are never...ever...ever...faux. Now take that and put it in your sacrificial wine and drink it.
That passage was written by a man named Paul Proctor, and I couldn't agree more.
I work with two phony Christians, and they piss me off on a regular basis. They bring their Bibles to work, youtube sermons to watch at work, and never use cuss words. Meanwhile they pull Casey Anthony's on their fellow employees almost daily. They metaphorically lock them in the trunk while they go about partying, then sometime later, they double bag them and dump them in the woods nearby.
But they don't cuss...and they read their Bibles. Apparently they conveniently skip over James 2:14-18 where he says "I do not object to faith; I object to faith unaccompanied by action".
And that is what most faux religious people get wrong, and they think the rest of us don't notice. Their actions do not mirror their stated beliefs. This is in fact not limited to Christianity alone, it's just easier to point out to Americans in their most common religious orientation.
Muslims who go to the Mosque and pray are not bad people. Muslims who willingly plan to fly planes into large buildings in the name of Allah are. Hebrews who go to the wailing wall while living a normal life are fine by me...it's the ones who start shit in Gaza - knowing it will escalate and cause death and destruction - they're the people we all have to watch out for. The biggest, yes I said BIGGEST, problem in the world today is not faith, it is organized religion and the flawed human beings who practice it.
Don't believe me?
Catholics are brought up in fear...driven by the Mother of all Guantanamo's...the mortal sin. If you do this, it's that kind of sin and your teeth will rot by age 16. If you do that, Locusts will fly up your ass and implode you by age 40. But the mortal sin....ohhhh....fear the mortal sin at all costs. That one is reserved for kids who talk back to their mothers or get a C- in Chemistry. A mortal sin means you're off to hell doomed to forever spend your eternal life in flames and soot. It is designed to make you welcome the Locust-Ass-Implosion, and forever seek counselling for you're imperfect thoughts and deeds...from a Priest...look out if you're a teenage boy. Awwww...didn't like that crack? Prove it isn't true. Go ahead, I'm waiting. Love thy neighbor as thyself evidently means giving blowjobs to altar boys.
The point here is I've known about 4 people in my life that were truly Christian...and you'd never know it. They don't drag the Bible around on a leash...when they hit their finger with a hammer they yell FUCK!!!...and they don't try to recruit you or fill your head with how great and holy they are. These four people I know...get this....they LIVE IT. They're kind, considerate, happy, hard-working, they believe that a broken finger will not be healed by God, rather God placed doctor's on the earth to help them splint the fracture, and they cuss now and then. And screw unashamedly. And occasionally shoot the bull just for fun.
But they are never...ever...ever...faux. Now take that and put it in your sacrificial wine and drink it.
American Idolotry
He works in Washington, D.C. and he is a paid employee of the United States of America, yet I constantly see him on !E, "Inside Edition", and other celebrity tv shows. Why?
He's not a celebrity, he's the leader of the Western World for Christ's sake...and he has problems. Some of them inherited...some of them self-inflicted, but I'm not going there, nor do I care to. Everyone is soooo in love with him, any critique would fall upon deaf ears anyway.
Please spare me the Survivor/American Karoke attachment to this guy, and that includes his wife Michelle and two daughters Nonique and Monique. Get him off the pages of US magazine and into the business of US...as in US the U.S.....US the overly taxed....US the unemployed...US the far too litigated, and US the target of Mexiswine influenza.
The next time I see this guy, he damn well better be doing something other than apologizing to the Japanese for bombing US.
Now shut the hell up already!
He's not a celebrity, he's the leader of the Western World for Christ's sake...and he has problems. Some of them inherited...some of them self-inflicted, but I'm not going there, nor do I care to. Everyone is soooo in love with him, any critique would fall upon deaf ears anyway.
Please spare me the Survivor/American Karoke attachment to this guy, and that includes his wife Michelle and two daughters Nonique and Monique. Get him off the pages of US magazine and into the business of US...as in US the U.S.....US the overly taxed....US the unemployed...US the far too litigated, and US the target of Mexiswine influenza.
The next time I see this guy, he damn well better be doing something other than apologizing to the Japanese for bombing US.
Now shut the hell up already!
Sunday, May 03, 2009
60 Minutes
Unfortunately, I'm nearly 52 years old, and I've only known what a Republican and a Democrat...a conservative and a liberal is.....for about 12 years or so. In fairness to me - a lifelong soldier - it didn't really matter. A Democrat was someone who raised my pay, but let anyone with a pulse into the service, making my life a living nightmare while simultaneously financially comfortable, and a Republican was someone who cared little for huge pay advances, but was intensely keen on retirement benefits and combat preparedness, particularly with attention to the types of individuals joining the service. They both had they're positives and negatives, but either way - I had to live with it.
Television...and 60 Minutes... has been there all along.
Given the fact that I knew nothing my entire life, I neither knew nor did I care about the politics of television, especially television news. "Who fucking cared?", was my philosophy, and it suited me fine. But there was something about "60 Minutes"...something covert and hidden to me. I never trusted the so-called "journalism", even when I was young, stupid, and uncaring.
I still don't. "60 Minutes" is full of shit, and I don't even have to watch it to know that.
If you do watch it...fine. I don't fucking care...I'm not you.
Post #1 of "An Impacted Truth". 3 May 2009.
Television...and 60 Minutes... has been there all along.
Given the fact that I knew nothing my entire life, I neither knew nor did I care about the politics of television, especially television news. "Who fucking cared?", was my philosophy, and it suited me fine. But there was something about "60 Minutes"...something covert and hidden to me. I never trusted the so-called "journalism", even when I was young, stupid, and uncaring.
I still don't. "60 Minutes" is full of shit, and I don't even have to watch it to know that.
If you do watch it...fine. I don't fucking care...I'm not you.
Post #1 of "An Impacted Truth". 3 May 2009.
"Milk" et al
I rented and saw the movie "Milk" about the rise of gay activist and politician Harvey Milk in San Francisco, and I thought to myself, "Wow. A gay man rising to political fame and power in San Francisco. Whoda thunk it possible? What a powerful story!"
Then I did some research on my world-wide internetting machine and found another interesting story that I thought should be made into a T.V. movie, at the very least a Lifetime movie staring John Stamos and co-starring Christie McNichol:
"Hamilton"
It's the implausible story of Ward Hamiltion III, a white man trying and succeeding in the complex world of politics that is impoverished - and 97% African-American - Aspen Colorado.
He soon becomes the mayor, championing such fantastic causes as "ASPRM", the American Society for the Protection of Runway Models, and "KSSFCF", Keep the Ski Slopes for the Caucausian Folk. This inspirational story - carved out of the burrows and bowery's of Southhampton, Long Island - will thrill and inspire tens of thousands of non-minority children attempting to live on less than $1.6 M dollars a year to reach out, find their inner strength, and to achieve what was otherwise thought to be unachievable: a quality life with limited maid and butler service.
As I type this, tears are forming in my eyes now. God Bless Harvey Milk and Ward Hamilton. Without their sacrifices to overcome incredibly long odds, there would be no good bath houses on the Northern California coast, and nothing but cheap $550 a night hotels in the ghetto-ized mean streets of Aspen.
I'm sorry. I have to stop typing now, the saline is screwing up my keyboard.
Authors Note: Harvey Milk is veru real,but the character "Ward Hamilton III" is completely ficticious, and if you Googled him, thinking he waz real, you're a douche-bag, and you deserve your shame and embarrassmennt for being so stupid.
Then I did some research on my world-wide internetting machine and found another interesting story that I thought should be made into a T.V. movie, at the very least a Lifetime movie staring John Stamos and co-starring Christie McNichol:
"Hamilton"
It's the implausible story of Ward Hamiltion III, a white man trying and succeeding in the complex world of politics that is impoverished - and 97% African-American - Aspen Colorado.
He soon becomes the mayor, championing such fantastic causes as "ASPRM", the American Society for the Protection of Runway Models, and "KSSFCF", Keep the Ski Slopes for the Caucausian Folk. This inspirational story - carved out of the burrows and bowery's of Southhampton, Long Island - will thrill and inspire tens of thousands of non-minority children attempting to live on less than $1.6 M dollars a year to reach out, find their inner strength, and to achieve what was otherwise thought to be unachievable: a quality life with limited maid and butler service.
As I type this, tears are forming in my eyes now. God Bless Harvey Milk and Ward Hamilton. Without their sacrifices to overcome incredibly long odds, there would be no good bath houses on the Northern California coast, and nothing but cheap $550 a night hotels in the ghetto-ized mean streets of Aspen.
I'm sorry. I have to stop typing now, the saline is screwing up my keyboard.
Authors Note: Harvey Milk is veru real,but the character "Ward Hamilton III" is completely ficticious, and if you Googled him, thinking he waz real, you're a douche-bag, and you deserve your shame and embarrassmennt for being so stupid.
Friday, May 01, 2009
My language
Some would say I am vulgar, others uncouthe. Me? I just say I'm fucking free to say whatever-the-fuck I want to.
Perhaps one of the most interesting and colorful words in the English language is the word fuck. It is the one and only word which can describe pain, pleasure, hate, love, confusion, happiness, sadness, and dismay.
Fuck falls into many grammatical categories. It can be used as a verb, both transitive (Bill fucked Sherrie) and intransitive (Sherrie was fucked by Bill). It can be an active verb (John really gives a fuck about his weight) or a passive verb (Mary really doesn’t give a fuck how fat she gets), an adverb (Sandra is fucking interested in Tom), and a noun (Rhett is a dumb fuck). It can be used as an adjective (Elaine is fucking beautiful), and as a hyphenated addition to a word (Un-fucking-believable).
It should be obvious now that there are not many words in the English language with the versitility and obvious power of the word fuck.
Besides the sexual connotations, this lovely word can be used to describe many types of situations we find ourselves in on a daliy basis:
Insurance claims: I got fucked by my agent.
Happiness: I got fucked by my girlfriend.
Sadness: I got fucked by my girlfriend.
Dismay: Whaaaat the fuck?.
Frustration: Fuck.
Amazement: Well, fuuuuuck.
Trouble: I guess I’m fucked now.
Aggression: Fuck you.
Passive: Fuck me.
Anger: Fuck it.
Confusion: What the fuck is going on?
Difficulty: I can’t understand this fucking tax form.
Curiosity: What the fuck are you doing?
Despair: I'm fucked again.
Uncaring: Who gives a fuck?
Religious: Holy fuckin' shit!
Incompetence: He’s all fucked up.
Laziness: He’s just fucking around.
Rebellion: Fuck off.
Fear: Oh fuck.
Displeasure: What the fuck is happening to me?
It can be used in descriptive anatomy: He’s a fucking asshole.
It can be used to suggest ideas: Go fuck yourself.
It can be used to tell time: It’s Five-fucking-thirty and I'm stuck in traffic again.
It can be used in business: How did I end up with this fucking job?
It can have maternal connections: Motherfucker.
It can be nautical: Fuck the Navy.
It can be political: Fuck the governor.
It can be medical: He's fucking retarded.
It can enhance the meaning of a word: Abso-fucking-lutely.
The mind boggles at the many creative uses of the word fuck. How could anyone be offended by the word fuck? That's why it's a staple of my dailly speach and a new feature on my blog.
You don't like it, you say? Fuck you.
Perhaps one of the most interesting and colorful words in the English language is the word fuck. It is the one and only word which can describe pain, pleasure, hate, love, confusion, happiness, sadness, and dismay.
Fuck falls into many grammatical categories. It can be used as a verb, both transitive (Bill fucked Sherrie) and intransitive (Sherrie was fucked by Bill). It can be an active verb (John really gives a fuck about his weight) or a passive verb (Mary really doesn’t give a fuck how fat she gets), an adverb (Sandra is fucking interested in Tom), and a noun (Rhett is a dumb fuck). It can be used as an adjective (Elaine is fucking beautiful), and as a hyphenated addition to a word (Un-fucking-believable).
It should be obvious now that there are not many words in the English language with the versitility and obvious power of the word fuck.
Besides the sexual connotations, this lovely word can be used to describe many types of situations we find ourselves in on a daliy basis:
Insurance claims: I got fucked by my agent.
Happiness: I got fucked by my girlfriend.
Sadness: I got fucked by my girlfriend.
Dismay: Whaaaat the fuck?.
Frustration: Fuck.
Amazement: Well, fuuuuuck.
Trouble: I guess I’m fucked now.
Aggression: Fuck you.
Passive: Fuck me.
Anger: Fuck it.
Confusion: What the fuck is going on?
Difficulty: I can’t understand this fucking tax form.
Curiosity: What the fuck are you doing?
Despair: I'm fucked again.
Uncaring: Who gives a fuck?
Religious: Holy fuckin' shit!
Incompetence: He’s all fucked up.
Laziness: He’s just fucking around.
Rebellion: Fuck off.
Fear: Oh fuck.
Displeasure: What the fuck is happening to me?
It can be used in descriptive anatomy: He’s a fucking asshole.
It can be used to suggest ideas: Go fuck yourself.
It can be used to tell time: It’s Five-fucking-thirty and I'm stuck in traffic again.
It can be used in business: How did I end up with this fucking job?
It can have maternal connections: Motherfucker.
It can be nautical: Fuck the Navy.
It can be political: Fuck the governor.
It can be medical: He's fucking retarded.
It can enhance the meaning of a word: Abso-fucking-lutely.
The mind boggles at the many creative uses of the word fuck. How could anyone be offended by the word fuck? That's why it's a staple of my dailly speach and a new feature on my blog.
You don't like it, you say? Fuck you.
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