Here's Something You Don't See Everyday!

Dave_in_PB Sez: Give me a minute here! ...Wait ... Hot Nekkid slippery girl carjacks male victim, leads police on a car chase, gets away from police, swipes a police car, jumps a burm 50 feet in the air before being taken into custody! ... Awesome!

via Ace

As West Valley City police Capt. Tom McLachlan said, "This was an episode that is out of the normal."
And that's an understatement.

A man was pulled over, posting business signs on the side of the road. Sylvina Beagley pulled up next to him and got out of her car.

"Unique thing about that was that, uh she was not wearing any clothes," McLachlan said.

Then she decided to steal his car, driving north toward West Valley City.

The man jumped into her abandoned car and followed Beagley, while dialing 911.

At 5300 South, she crashed into a gate on ATK property and ran. Officers eventually caught up with Beagley, but they couldn't quite physically catch her.

"She did have blood on her body from the initial crash. She was hot and sweaty, dirty, and very slippery. She managed to escape the grasp of the two officers," McLachlan said.

And she was off again! This time she got into a squad car and drove away, only to crash into another gate, hit a burm and soar 50 feet in the air.

Beagley didn't stop there either. She ran from the totaled car and scaled a barbed wire fence.

Officers realized a Taser was necessary to stop her, and so it ended.

"It's an unusual story. It'll pique the interest of a lot of people," McLachlan said.

I got nothing else to add!

Dave_in_PB Sez:Not Article 88

via Ragin Dave at 4RWW's

GEN McChrystal allowed the Rolling Stone report to occur. He set in motion the events that allowed that report to be published. And he did it because Obama is a fucking idiot, and has put even more brainless fucking idiots into Afghanistan, and McChrystal can't win so long as Obama is keeping those fucking idiots in place.

Look, McChrystal knows all about OPSEC, or Operational Security for you civilians out there. For the love of Pete, he ran the SPECIAL OPERATIONS COMMAND. The man wears the "Tower of Power" on his left arm, and that's not just baubles they hand out for showing up. So how could he do something so stupid as to allow a Rolling Stone reporter access to his staff and have unedited comments given?

Answer: It wasn't a mistake. It was done on purpose. I'm willing to bet that McChrystal weighed the consequences of his actions, and he chose to let events unfold as they did. Because to follow Obama's so-called "leadership" in Afghanistan means letting more Americans die needlessly. And the only way to change course was to embarrass Obama publicly. Like with an article in a widely read international publication.

I don't know if I agree with Michael Yon about GEN McChrystal, and if I had to bet my paycheck, I would say that this was a deliberate act. You don't get to be the commander in Afghanistan by allowing stupid, easily preventable accidents such as this one. Since Obama doesn't feel the need to communicate with his military commanders, this was a pyrrhic act by McChrystal to change the course of Afghanistan.

Me too!

Advice for Little Girls and Boys - Mark Twain

Mark Twain Sez: Advice for Little Girls

via The Complete Works of Mark Twain

Good little girls ought not to make mouths at their teachers for every trifling offense. This retaliation should only be resorted to under peculiarly aggravated circumstances.

This one is self explainitory.

If you have nothing but a rag-doll stuffed with sawdust, while one of your more fortunate little playmates has a costly China one,you should treat her with a show of kindness nevertheless.
And you ought not to attempt to make a forcible swap with her unless
your conscience would justify you in it, and you know you are able
to do it.

Unless you're sure you can get away with it ... Just be nice!

You ought never to take your little brother's "chewing-gum" awayfrom him by main force; it is better to rope him in with the promise of the first two dollars and a half you find floating down the
river on a grindstone. In the artless simplicity natural to this time of life, he will regard it as a perfectly fair transaction.In all ages of the world this eminently plausible fiction has lured the obtuse infant to financial ruin and disaster.

The last time I found 2 and half dollors at the river was never

If at any time you find it necessary to correct your brother, do not correct him with mud--never, on any account, throw mud at him, because it will spoil his clothes. It is better to scald him a little,for then you obtain desirable results. You secure his immediate
attention to the lessons you are inculcating, and at the same time your hot water will have a tendency to move impurities from his person,and possibly the skin, in spots.

If your intent is to rile the monkeys, do not be suprized when they start flinging pooh. If you start flinging pooh back, well, you're just another monkey.At the end of the school year it's ok to just say goodbye to your friends without the painful dramatic metaphor of Oedipus Rex

If your mother tells you to do a thing, it is wrong to reply that you won't. It is better and more becoming to intimate that you will do as she bids you, and then afterward act quietly in the matter according to the dictates of your best judgment.

I know a couple of kids that have this down perfectly!

You should ever bear in mind that it is to your kind parents that you are indebted for your food, and for the privilege of staying home from school when you let on that you are sick. Therefore you ought
to respect their little prejudices, and humor their little whims, and put up with their little foibles until they get to crowding you too much.

Nice!

Good little girls and boys always show marked deference for the aged. You ought never to "sass" old people unless they "sass" you first.

Nuf Said!

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Dave_in_PBSez: A Scrap Of Curious History

He looks at two incidents separated by time and distance and observes the similarites. Notice also the similarities to current events. He calls it the Nature of Man.

By Mark Twain

Marion City, on the Mississippi River, in the State of Missouri--a village; time, 1845. La Bourboule-les-Bains, France --a village; time, the end of June, 1894. I was in the one village in that early time; I am in the other now. These times and places are sufficiently wide apart, yet today I have the strange sense of being thrust back into that Missourian village and of reliving certain stirring days that I lived there so long ago.

Last Saturday night the life of the President of the French Republic was taken by an Italian assassin. Last night a mob surrounded our hotel, shouting, howling, singing the "Marseillaise," and pelting our windows with sticks and stones; for we have Italian waiters, and the mob demanded that they be turned out of the house instantly--to be drubbed, and then driven out of the village. Everybody in the hotel remained up until far into the night, and experienced the several kinds of terror which one reads about in books which tell of nigh attacks by Italians and by French mobs: the growing roar of the oncoming crowd; the arrival, with rain of stones and a crash of glass; the withdrawal to rearrange plans--followed by a silence ominous, threatening, and harder to bear than even the active siege and the noise. The landlord and the two village policemen stood their ground, and at last the mob was persuaded to go away and leave our Italians in peace. Today four of the ringleaders have been sentenced to heavy punishment of a public sort--and are become local heroes, by consequence.

That is the very mistake which was at first made in the Missourian village half a century ago. The mistake was repeated and repeated--just as France is doing in these later months.

In our village we had our Ravochals, our Henrys, our Vaillants; and in a humble way our Cesario--I hope I have spelled this name wrong. Fifty years ago we passed through, in all essentials, what France has been passing through during the past two or three years, in the matter of periodical frights, horrors, and shudderings.

In several details the parallels are quaintly exact. In that day, for a man to speak out openly and proclaim himself an enemy of negro slavery was simply to proclaim himself a madman. For he was blaspheming against the holiest thing known to a Missourian, and could NOT be in his right mind. For a man to proclaim himself an anarchist in France, three years ago, was to proclaim himself a madman--he could not be in his right mind.

Now the original first blasphemer against any institution profoundly venerated by a community is quite sure to be in earnest; his followers and imitators may be humbugs and self- seekers, but he himself is sincere--his heart is in his protest.

Robert Hardy was our first ABOLITIONIST--awful name! He was a journeyman cooper, and worked in the big cooper-shop belonging to the great pork-packing establishment which was Marion City's chief pride and sole source of prosperity. He was a New- Englander, a stranger. And, being a stranger, he was of course regarded as an inferior person--for that has been human nature from Adam down--and of course, also, he was made to feel unwelcome, for this is the ancient law with man and the other animals. Hardy was thirty years old, and a bachelor; pale, given to reverie and reading. He was reserved, and seemed to prefer the isolation which had fallen to his lot. He was treated to many side remarks by his fellows, but as he did not resent them it was decided that he was a coward.

All of a sudden he proclaimed himself an abolitionist-- straight out and publicly! He said that negro slavery was a crime, an infamy. For a moment the town was paralyzed with astonishment; then it broke into a fury of rage and swarmed toward the cooper-shop to lynch Hardy. But the Methodist minister made a powerful speech to them and stayed their hands. He proved to them that Hardy was insane and not responsible for his words; that no man COULD be sane and utter such words.

So Hardy was saved. Being insane, he was allowed to go on talking. He was found to be good entertainment. Several nights running he made abolition speeches in the open air, and all the town flocked to hear and laugh. He implored them to believe him sane and sincere, and have pity on the poor slaves, and take measurements for the restoration of their stolen rights, or in no long time blood would flow--blood, blood, rivers of blood!

It was great fun. But all of a sudden the aspect of things changed. A slave came flying from Palmyra, the county-seat, a few miles back, and was about to escape in a canoe to Illinois and freedom in the dull twilight of the approaching dawn, when the town constable seized him. Hardy happened along and tried to rescue the negro; there was a struggle, and the constable did not come out of it alive. Hardly crossed the river with the negro, and then came back to give himself up. All this took time, for the Mississippi is not a French brook, like the Seine, the Loire, and those other rivulets, but is a real river nearly a mile wide. The town was on hand in force by now, but the Methodist preacher and the sheriff had already made arrangements in the interest of order; so Hardy was surrounded by a strong guard and safely conveyed to the village calaboose in spite of all the effort of the mob to get hold of him. The reader will have begun to perceive that this Methodist minister was a prompt man; a prompt man, with active hands and a good headpiece. Williams was his name--Damon Williams; Damon Williams in public, Damnation Williams in private, because he was so powerful on that theme and so frequent.

The excitement was prodigious. The constable was the first man who had ever been killed in the town. The event was by long odds the most imposing in the town's history. It lifted the humble village into sudden importance; its name was in everybody's mouth for twenty miles around. And so was the name of Robert Hardy--Robert Hardy, the stranger, the despised. In a day he was become the person of most consequence in the region, the only person talked about. As to those other coopers, they found their position curiously changed--they were important people, or unimportant, now, in proportion as to how large or how small had been their intercourse with the new celebrity. The two or three who had really been on a sort of familiar footing with him found themselves objects of admiring interest with the public and of envy with their shopmates.

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Obama Busting a Rap!

Dave_in_PB Sez: OMGOMGOMG!

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Allman Brothers ... Little Martha

Dave_in PB Sez: Little Martha!

Nothing else to add. Duane Allman, Butch Trucks, and Dicky Bets. It's worth a listen!

Well Said!

Reason TV Sez: 3 Reasons Why Obama Should Kick His Own Azz!

Via Instapundit

Looking Forward

Dave_inPB Sez: Thanks Bruce!

via No Looking Backwards

After 2,276 days, 4,936 blog posts, and more than 1.3 million site visits, the time has come to close up shop here at No Looking Backwards and hang up my blogger's hat. When I started writing what was then mAss Backwards back in March of 2004, I had no idea how long it would last, or how many people would find it the least bit interesting.
/snip
My name is Bruce MacMahon and I am hereby (as of 3:15 this afternoon) declaring my candidacy for New Hampshire State Representative in District 10 of Rockingham County.

That's What I'm talking About!

Dave_in_PB Sez: Closing a recent Tea Party = Awesome
Not much of a back story from the link but is Awesome on it's own!

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God Bless America!

66th Anniversary of the D Day Invasion of Normandy

Dave_in_PB Sez: When America puts the Awesome on the line. Thats exactly what you get.

via BlackFive

"One of the greatest speeches ever given, in my humble opinion, commemorating the D-Day invasion, was that made by Ronald Reagan on this day in 1984. Take a moment and read it on this, the 67th anniversary of the D-Day invasion to liberate Europe from the Nazis":

"We're here to mark that day in history when the Allied armies joined in battle to reclaim this continent to liberty. For four long years, much of Europe had been under a terrible shadow. Free nations had fallen, Jews cried out in the camps, millions cried out for liberation. Europe was enslaved, and the world prayed for its rescue. Here, in Normandy, the rescue began. Here, the Allies stood and fought against tyranny, in a giant undertaking unparalleled in human history.

We stand on a lonely, windswept point on the northern shore of France. The air is soft, but forty years ago at this moment, the air was dense with smoke and the cries of men, and the air was filled with the crack of rifle fire and the roar of cannon. At dawn, on the morning of the 6th of June, 1944, 225 Rangers jumped off the British landing craft and ran to the bottom of these cliffs. Their mission was one of the most difficult and daring of the invasion: to climb these sheer and desolate cliffs and take out the enemy guns. The Allies had been told that some of the mightiest of these guns were here, and they would be trained on the beaches to stop the Allied advance."