Tuesday, December 27, 2011
What We Believe a Reminder
Part 2 The Problem with Elitism
Part 3 Wealth Creation
Part 4 Natural Law
Part 5 Gun Rights
Part 6 Immigration
Part 7 American Exceptionalism
Previously - The Tea Party
Be Ready
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Merry Christmas
Palace of Saint Nicholas in the Moon
Christmas Morning ~ Mark Twain
My Dear Susy Clemens,
I have received and read all the letters which you and your little sister have written me . . . . I can read your and your baby sister's jagged and fantastic marks without any trouble at all. But I had trouble with those letters which you dictated through your mother and the nurses, for I am a foreigner and cannot read English writing well. You will find that I made no mistakes about the things which you and the baby ordered in your own letters--I went down your chimney at midnight when you were asleep and delivered them all myself--and kissed both of you, too . . . . But . . . there were . . . one or two small orders which I could not fill because we ran out of stock . . . .
There was a word or two in your mama's letter which . . .I took to be "a trunk full of doll's clothes." Is that it? I will call at your kitchen door about nine o'clock this morning to inquire. But I must not see anybody and I must not speak to anybody but you. When the kitchen doorbell rings, George must be blindfolded and sent to the door. You must tell George he must walk on tiptoe and not speak--otherwise he will die someday. Then you must go up to the nursery and stand on a chair or the nurse's bed and put your ear to the speaking tube that leads down to the kitchen and when I whistle through it you must speak in the tube and say, "Welcome, Santa Claus!" Then I will ask whether it was a trunk you ordered or not. If you say it was, I shall ask you what color you want the trunk to be . . . and then you must tell me every single thing in detail which you want the trunk to contain. Then when I say "Good-by and a merry Christmas to my little Susy Clemens," you must say "Good-by, good old Santa Claus, I thank you very much." Then you must go down into the library and make George close all the doors that open into the main hall, and everybody must keep still for a little while. I will go to the moon and get those things and in a few minutes I will come down the chimney that belongs to the fireplace that is in the hall--if it is a trunk you want--because I couldn't get such a thing as a trunk down the nursery chimney, you know . . . .If I should leave any snow in the hall, you must tell George to sweep it into the fireplace, for I haven't time to do such things. George must not use a broom, but a rag--else he will die someday . . . . If my boot should leave a stain on the marble, George must not holystone it away. Leave it there always in memory of my visit; and whenever you look at it or show it to anybody you must let it remind you to be a good little girl. Whenever you are naughty and someone points to that mark which your good old Santa Claus's boot made on the marble, what will you say, little sweetheart?
Good-by for a few minutes, till I come down to the world and ring the kitchen doorbell.
Your loving Santa Claus
Whom people sometimes call"The Man in the Moon"
Christmas Morning ~ Mark Twain
My Dear Susy Clemens,
I have received and read all the letters which you and your little sister have written me . . . . I can read your and your baby sister's jagged and fantastic marks without any trouble at all. But I had trouble with those letters which you dictated through your mother and the nurses, for I am a foreigner and cannot read English writing well. You will find that I made no mistakes about the things which you and the baby ordered in your own letters--I went down your chimney at midnight when you were asleep and delivered them all myself--and kissed both of you, too . . . . But . . . there were . . . one or two small orders which I could not fill because we ran out of stock . . . .
There was a word or two in your mama's letter which . . .I took to be "a trunk full of doll's clothes." Is that it? I will call at your kitchen door about nine o'clock this morning to inquire. But I must not see anybody and I must not speak to anybody but you. When the kitchen doorbell rings, George must be blindfolded and sent to the door. You must tell George he must walk on tiptoe and not speak--otherwise he will die someday. Then you must go up to the nursery and stand on a chair or the nurse's bed and put your ear to the speaking tube that leads down to the kitchen and when I whistle through it you must speak in the tube and say, "Welcome, Santa Claus!" Then I will ask whether it was a trunk you ordered or not. If you say it was, I shall ask you what color you want the trunk to be . . . and then you must tell me every single thing in detail which you want the trunk to contain. Then when I say "Good-by and a merry Christmas to my little Susy Clemens," you must say "Good-by, good old Santa Claus, I thank you very much." Then you must go down into the library and make George close all the doors that open into the main hall, and everybody must keep still for a little while. I will go to the moon and get those things and in a few minutes I will come down the chimney that belongs to the fireplace that is in the hall--if it is a trunk you want--because I couldn't get such a thing as a trunk down the nursery chimney, you know . . . .If I should leave any snow in the hall, you must tell George to sweep it into the fireplace, for I haven't time to do such things. George must not use a broom, but a rag--else he will die someday . . . . If my boot should leave a stain on the marble, George must not holystone it away. Leave it there always in memory of my visit; and whenever you look at it or show it to anybody you must let it remind you to be a good little girl. Whenever you are naughty and someone points to that mark which your good old Santa Claus's boot made on the marble, what will you say, little sweetheart?
Good-by for a few minutes, till I come down to the world and ring the kitchen doorbell.
Your loving Santa Claus
Whom people sometimes call"The Man in the Moon"
Monday, December 19, 2011
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
Christopher Hitchens Has Died
Christopher Hitchens, a Washington, D.C.-based author, essayist and polemicist who waged verbal and occasional physical battle on behalf of causes left and right, died Thursday night at M.D. Anderson Cancer Center in Houston of complications from a long illness, according to a statement from Vanity Fair magazine.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Epic Racoon Battle
via RNS
Put the Cold Drinks Down.
This Guy deserves to be Blacklisted as much as anyone.
Reminded me of this short story by Markos Zombie Squirrels
Put the Cold Drinks Down.
This Guy deserves to be Blacklisted as much as anyone.
Reminded me of this short story by Markos Zombie Squirrels
Earlier Today
To the woman in the plaza standing under the patio umbrella having a smoke. I just wanted to share the umbrella. It's raining. You don't have to be all offended by everything either. There is a reason you remain unmarried. You might as well have a "NOW" bumper sticker plastered on your forehead. BTW ... You're better looking from the backside anyway. Try being a little nice now and then. You're just embarassing your Mother.
UPDATE: A Response
To the man with the audacity to approach me under the umbrella on the plaza. Are you some kind of occufreak? This is my umbrella and you swagger about as if you've just given birth to a litter of kittens. Can't you see I have these earbuds in? I'm not responding. Good Morning? ...Really? ... Is that the best you can come up with you moron. There's a vacant umbrella at the far end of the court. You can occupy that.
UPDATE: A Response
To the man with the audacity to approach me under the umbrella on the plaza. Are you some kind of occufreak? This is my umbrella and you swagger about as if you've just given birth to a litter of kittens. Can't you see I have these earbuds in? I'm not responding. Good Morning? ...Really? ... Is that the best you can come up with you moron. There's a vacant umbrella at the far end of the court. You can occupy that.
Top Forty Conservative Blogs
The Bookworm Room has a link to the one (You're all Doomed) that will not be mentioned on this site. EVER. It's his Top Forty Conservative Blogs for the 4th quarter of 2011. The link is through BWR. Click over and see who's made the list. The one who shall remain nameless also offers a link swap. As long as you provide him with 500 hits per week, You're in. I get more than that off the Gun Blog Blacklist alone.
No link for you Mr. Gimme500orscrew. Link Whore!
No link for you Mr. Gimme500orscrew. Link Whore!
Only in California
Need to make a political contribution to your favorite libtard without union dues or affecting operations? Giganto Corporation (The Company) Board members came up with a plan to "save money" The plan is simple. It's a shared experience. Give everyone 3 days off at Thanksgiving. Unpaid by default unless you have something over 40 hours of PTO. For each 1000 employees you score approximately 300,000 dollars to donate to SCOAMF.
Sounded like a great idea in the boardroom. Right?
Implementation = FAIL. The SCOAMF couldn't have done a better job.
Is there anything not blindingly stupid about this? You put yourself in a position to take from someone and resentment is the only result. For the individual this represents 30% of the net income for the specified pay period… just before Christmas. The default selection as unpaid leave cannot be changed. If you worked that period before the holiday as developers often do. it's unpaid. Have well over 120 friggin hours of PTO, Trying to support 2 friggin households, Child Support, trying to payoff the friggin lawyer so you can get heck out. It's unpaid by default and cannot be changed.
Congratulations Giganto Corporation. You did it.
If you're not already spitting nails Go read another one over at IOTW
UPDATE: There is no "Christmas" Party here at Giganto Corporation either. Just so you get a sense of how it is here.
Sounded like a great idea in the boardroom. Right?
Implementation = FAIL. The SCOAMF couldn't have done a better job.
Is there anything not blindingly stupid about this? You put yourself in a position to take from someone and resentment is the only result. For the individual this represents 30% of the net income for the specified pay period… just before Christmas. The default selection as unpaid leave cannot be changed. If you worked that period before the holiday as developers often do. it's unpaid. Have well over 120 friggin hours of PTO, Trying to support 2 friggin households, Child Support, trying to payoff the friggin lawyer so you can get heck out. It's unpaid by default and cannot be changed.
Congratulations Giganto Corporation. You did it.
If you're not already spitting nails Go read another one over at IOTW
UPDATE: There is no "Christmas" Party here at Giganto Corporation either. Just so you get a sense of how it is here.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Here's Something You Don't See Everyday
Very Rare and Unusual Sixteen-Shot Brass-Barreled Ring-Trigger Percussion Pepperbox Pistol by M. Cerwenka, c. 1860
3 1/4-inch brass barrels, framed of a single piece of brass, each barrel with a slight taper (an arrangement or orientation pointing them towards a fixed point some distance from the shooter), inscribed on one barrel M. CERWENKA, each engraved at breech with numbers surrounded by scroll-work, floral engraved muzzles, the barrels mounted with a loading-rod, iron-breech with tang engraved with a hunter and his game, walnut grip set with brass plates, ring-trigger
Tolerance
To the woman in the VW Passat with the Tolerance and Obama 2012 bumper stickers. You sidled up 2 lanes of traffic before cutting me off near the top of the hill. Did you see that? I keep a car length or two open in front of me because its raining and because of the traffic. Weaving back and forth between lanes is not helping either missy. The bumper stickers you wear so proudly on your car tell me everything I need to know about you. Your version of tolerance is different than mine I guess.
Holding Against the Horde
This is dated however, the message is clear. You must not burn the koran or offend the muslim sensibilities here in America.
The muslim horde is going to be offended no matter what happens.
The muslim horde is going to be offended no matter what happens.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Nice Rides
1969 Camaro RS/SS buyers could choose from five V8 engines ranging from 350 CID to 396 CID, with between 300 to 375 horses beneath the hood, all with a three-speed manual. However, buyers could also opt to have their dealer install a 427 CID engine able to produce 430 HP.
69 RS/SS models had special vacuum-operated headlight covers with three translucent louvers, as well as headlight washers. Fender striping, back-up lights below the bumper, chrome wheel-well moldings, simulated rear louvers, a black grille and rocker panels, and accented air vents and taillights distinguished the RS package. Both the front and rear quarter panels as well as the grille and steering wheel bore special RS badging.
Official Theme Song of TRW
DropKick Murphys - Shipping up to Boston
I've seen several of these around. I thought it was time to choose my own
I've seen several of these around. I thought it was time to choose my own
Bad Day to be a Skunk.
I'm not sure if it was the full moon overnight but it looks like our local family of Skunks has committed suicide by car. Usually we just leave em alone. They come through the side yard to get to the creek for water. They must have been out looking for food and got splashed. Shame.
UPDATE: Mama Skunk was seen in the side yard last night with one little skunklet in tow
In Other News
SAN DIEGO ---- A 75-year-old man confessed Saturday to robbing a Clairemont Mesa bank branch twice in the past month, according to the San Diego Police Department.
But San Diego police made it clear that their 75-year-old confessed robber was not the "Geezer Bandit," an elderly man who is believed to have robbed 16 banks across California in 30 months, most recently a week ago in San Luis Obispo.
Police said Albert Wallake walked into the U.S. Bank location at 5407 Balboa Avenue about 10:25 a.m. and told the manager he was turning himself in for the past armed robberies, which occurred Dec. 2 and Nov. 15. The bank's manager called police and Wallake was arrested without incident, police said.
Read more: http://www.nctimes.com/news/local/sdcounty/san-diego-elderly-man-confesses-to-robberies-police-say-he/article_55aae657-d679-5220-8079-016953e3a38a.html#ixzz1gFsI2X7g
Saturday, December 10, 2011
A Son of Liberty
“In the beginning of a change the patriot is a scarce man, and brave, and hated and scorned. When his cause succeeds, the timid join him, for then it costs nothing to be a patriot.”
― Mark Twain
Friday, December 9, 2011
Nice Rides
The 1970 GTO could be had with engines displacing up to a full 455 cubic inches. The basic 455 was rated at "only" 360 hp, but it made a stout 500 pound-feet of torque. That's more twist than in any previous GTO, and other driveline components were strengthened to withstand the punishment, including the adoption of GM's "12-bolt" rear end. The 455 was also available with Ram Air, though it wasn't part of the Ram Air III and Ram Air IV family (both of which continued in '70 on the GTO in 400 cubic-inch form, with the III rated at 366 horses and the IV at 370). The two-barrel 400 was excised from the GTO program for '70, and the base engine became a 350-horse 400 four-barrel.
As the 1966 GTO's body was a revision of the '65's, so too was the '70's an extensive reworking of the '69's. It had the same dimensions and window shapes, but was more voluptuous in the details. The new front end took the four headlights out of the grille area and set them in deep bezels to either side. The front bumper continued to be made of the color-keyed Endura material.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
GameDay
ROLLOVER
Dave in PB's Farging Rollover Code!
You do Know there's a game on. You're googling Cheerleaders. This is hard work I do for your entertainment. You're not even bothering to read this crap anymore are you. I bet you've already downloaded the cheerleadr pic. I give up. Enjoy the game!
Sliders and Fries
For Free
While occupying my office this morning we got email that a local Palomar hotel had sponsered a food truck to hang out in front of the facility and offer up free lunch. Just had to meet and greet with the hotel ladies and take a card back to the travel folks at the company. Done. Fortunately President SCOAMF was not present so the thing went off without a hitch. If President SCOAMF had been present you just know he would have fouled the whole works.
SCOAMF: What is this Free Lunch and no taxes.
What a doofus
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Bloggy Stuff
Being minuscule and conservative is not so bad. As the one who's name shall not be mentioned here would say, "We're all Doomed". Not so much I say. There was an ebook going around a while back with interviews of seriously heavyweight bloggers explaining how to make it in the blogosphere. I'm still waiting for my copy. "Hello". While I'm waiting I thought I'd do a list of bloggy stuff for the minuscule blogger to get noticed occasionally.
1 Read the News
Read everything you can find off fellow bloggers, big or small does not matter.
2 Write
Learn to write well. Make your point and be done with it. It serves no purpose to make your writing over complicated. A bit of humor on occasion isn't a hinder at all. Try to post something everyday.
3 Swiping Content
Properly attribute the source of the content you have stolen unless it can't be traced.
4 Your Picture
A recent photo of yourself on the sidebar doesn't hurt. It lets your occasional passerbys know you're not an axe murderer.
5 Links and Comments
Link em up. Pick a couple blogs with similar interests. Comment occasionally and you'll hit the blogroll. Also ... don't be butthurt if no one comments at your place
That's it. If anyone wants on the The Association of Minuscule to Middling Conservative Bloggers blogroll, just let me know in the email on the side bar.
1 Read the News
Read everything you can find off fellow bloggers, big or small does not matter.
2 Write
Learn to write well. Make your point and be done with it. It serves no purpose to make your writing over complicated. A bit of humor on occasion isn't a hinder at all. Try to post something everyday.
3 Swiping Content
Properly attribute the source of the content you have stolen unless it can't be traced.
4 Your Picture
A recent photo of yourself on the sidebar doesn't hurt. It lets your occasional passerbys know you're not an axe murderer.
5 Links and Comments
Link em up. Pick a couple blogs with similar interests. Comment occasionally and you'll hit the blogroll. Also ... don't be butthurt if no one comments at your place
That's it. If anyone wants on the The Association of Minuscule to Middling Conservative Bloggers blogroll, just let me know in the email on the side bar.
Nice Rides
What is a BOSS 302? It's a car, right? No, it's an engine. Well, yes, it's an engine and a car. Actually, it's car, a Ford Mustang, named for an engine, a special purpose built race engine. The Ford BOSS 302 Mustang, built for model years 1969 and 1970, is named for its engine.
So which came first the car or the engine? The car. The Ford Mustang was introduced on April 17, 1964. In the 1960's, Ford was heavily involved in racing. The catch phrase was, "Win on Sunday, sell on Monday." In 1966 and 1967, Ford, with the help of Carroll Shelby and his Shelby-American company, raced Mustangs in and won the Sports Car Club of America (SCCA) Trans-American (Trans-Am) Sedan Racing series.
General Motors' Chevrolet division introduced their Camaro Z/28 to compete with the Mustang in the 1967 model year. Not only did Camaro compete on the street and in the sales showrooms, it competed in the Trans-Am series as well. In 1968, Camaro won the series championship. It was a dismal year for the Mustang. Mustang's failure to win the 1968 championship was blamed on a new engine known as the "Tunnel-Port." For 1969, Ford had to do something to win back the Trans-Am championship.
Actually, something was already being done even before the 1968 Trans-Am race season started. Ford was in the process of developing a new 351 cubic inch engine known as the "Cleveland" for 1970. It was so named because it would be produced at the Cleveland engine plant instead of the Windsor engine plant. Someone in Engine Engineering came up with the idea of putting the Cleveland heads on the Tunnel-Port block. It was tested and the results were good enough to continue development of the new 302 cubic engine as the Tunnel-Port started show its shortcomings.
One part of the SCCA rules stated the manufacturers had to sell what they raced. It was Larry Shinoda, a former GM stylist, now working at Ford who created the car's unique styling and came up with the name BOSS 302 for the car and engine that would go into production so Ford could race it in 1969 and 1970. The BOSS 302 was offered in the 1969 and 1970 Mercury Cougar Eliminator as well. The Eliminator was also styled by Larry Shinoda.
Ford came close but did not win the Trans-Am title for 1969 with the BOSS 302 Mustang. The BOSS 302 Mustang did win the Trans-Am championship in 1970 and entered the history books.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
The Judge
via Five Feet of Fury
Saddly It's banned here in California you can't be putting shotgun shells in a pistol.
I did notice as Uncle says a boogerhook on the bang switch a couple times.
Saddly It's banned here in California you can't be putting shotgun shells in a pistol.
I did notice as Uncle says a boogerhook on the bang switch a couple times.
Pass The Popcorn
via Vanderleun at American Digest
A Complilation of Major Films of 2011
The Ultimate Hamburger
OK you just saved like 1600 bucks. Do something nice at Soldiers Angels and enjoy a tastey burger as well.
A Complilation of Major Films of 2011
He Says ...
At 166 films at =/-$10, you've just saved around $1,600. Not counting the overpriced popcorn.
"This is where a cathartic and overarching statement would succinctly sum up the year's displays of creativity, passion, ingenuity, and bravado, but the only thing that comes to mind is: weird shit. Lots of weird shit. War horses and evil clowns. Hobos with shotguns and super-powered Nazi hunters. Cancer comedies and a silent warrior in a scorpion jacket. Iconoclasts, conspirators, madmen, and crusaders." -- Alex
The Ultimate Hamburger
That's right: first liquid nitrogen at -346F and then into boiling oil. That's when I knew I was listening to a certifiable maniac whose resume and fortune were the only things that stood between him and an Institution for the Cusinely Insane.
Still I had to wonder, "What can that cheeseburger possibly taste like?" I was more than a bit disappointed when he offered to sign copies of his $625.00 book after the talk. I was sort of hoping he'd invite us all out for some burgers.
OK you just saved like 1600 bucks. Do something nice at Soldiers Angels and enjoy a tastey burger as well.
Great News for Al Gore!
Syracuse News
WASHINGTON (AP) -- A newly discovered planet is eerily similar to Earth and is sitting outside our solar system in what seems to be the ideal place for life, except for one hitch. It's a bit too big.
The planet is smack in the middle of what astronomers call the Goldilocks zone, that hard to find place that's not too hot, not too cold, where water, which is essential for life, doesn't freeze or boil. And it has a shopping mall-like surface temperature of near 72 degrees, scientists say.
The planet's confirmation was announced Monday by NASA along with other discoveries by its Kepler telescope, which was launched on a planet-hunting mission in 2009.
Gather up all your environitwits and go. Don't come back. Nice knowing you. Don't bother writing. Have a nice time.
Oh ... BTW there might be people already there that don't like you either.
Monday, December 5, 2011
TEA and Occupy Again
via KISP
It's Whittle.
Also this
For Reals
It's Whittle.
Also this
Members of Occupy SF announced their ambitious plans to turn protesters into bankers by creating the People’s Reserve Credit Union. According to Occupy SF’s Facebook page:
The goal of this project is to encourage San Francisco residents, businesses, as well as nonprofit and city agencies to keep their money out of the big banks and to redistribute that money locally. Initial services will include micro-loans for the working poor and homeless, and subsidized student loans at low interest rates…
For Reals
Sunday, December 4, 2011
I Have One Just like This
via IOTW
Hey Jonah
Son … The only thing wrong with you is that you're 13 years old. I don't know why God makes it so difficult to change a boy into a man but it happens anyway. If you make it another 50 or 60 years you'll understand. You have a lot of work to do lad. Learn to fight and you'll be OK. Also … your sisters and brothers will always be your best friends.
Hey Jonah
Son … The only thing wrong with you is that you're 13 years old. I don't know why God makes it so difficult to change a boy into a man but it happens anyway. If you make it another 50 or 60 years you'll understand. You have a lot of work to do lad. Learn to fight and you'll be OK. Also … your sisters and brothers will always be your best friends.
Sunday Morning Reads
In his time, there was no more popular national figure than Theodore Roosevelt. It was not just the energy he brought to every political office he held or his unshakable moral convictions that made him so popular, or even his status as a bonafide war hero—the man who led the Rough Riders up San Juan Hill in Cuba during the Spanish-American war. Most important, Theodore Roosevelt was loved by the people because this scion of a privileged New York family loved America and Americans.And yet, according to Bill Brands, if we look at the private Roosevelt without blinders, we see a man whose great public strengths hid enormous personal deficiencies. His highly exaggerated, and often uncompromising ways drove many of his business and personal friends crazy. His historical writings, which Brands quotes from extensively, are nothing if not a portrait of a boy’s endless macho fantasies. He was often so full of himself that his speeches and writings were the frequent subject of fierce satire in their time.Even more revealing, according to Brands, was Roosevelt as son, brother, husband, and father. According to Brands, to understand both the public and private Roosevelt one must understand the impact of his father’s death while he was still a child, denying him the opportunity to come to terms with his own manhood. When his first wife Alice died of complications from childbirth, leaving behind a baby daughter Alice, his response was to run away to shoot Buffalo in the west, leaving the newborn infant to the care of his unmarried sister Bamie. When his second wife Edith was seriously, perhaps fatally ill, he left her to fight in the Spanish-American war. His only concern when his brother Elliot, who had been his only friend as a child, became an alcoholic was to hide the news from the public. Determined that his four sons would not dishonor his belief that men, to achieve their manhood, must test themselves in war, he arranged for each to serve, often in the frontlines, during WWI. His youngest son Quentin would die in that cause.Beautifully written, powerfully moved by its subject, TR is nonetheless a biography more appropriate to today’s critical times.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Gunner ... Heat the Tank
It's that Occupy Libtard from Brooklyn again ... Googling "SCOAMF"
Anonymous said...
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I know you all get them occassionally. See how it is with these people. We keep letting the media select our candidates. Then we let them get torn to shreds in the media. I'm the uneducated racist. Everything is Bush's fault. BTW sweetie the posessive for Predident Bush is not Bushes. Please let me explain. Do not confuse racism with the fact that I just don't like you very much. The current conflicts in Iraq and Afganistan are very costly but it's a job that needs to be done properly. You should be thankful there are people still willing to fight for your right to mess up my blog. Yep, there's gonna be a fight alright. We're gonna be trying to pull your head out of your backside. Learn to serve and quit being an a$$clown. You're embarassing your mother.
Anonymous said...
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Maybe because they are not uneducated racists losers like you! Obama is not doing well trying to dig out from under Bushes mound of debt and financial crimes. But there is NO candidate running who has any chance to fix America. I know Newt. He is not a moral man and if elected will keep America involved in some costly Conflict just to keep Lockheed and others of the military industrial complex getting paid. Bring our troops home and focus our energy on fixing America. Patriotism is loving your Country enough to fight it's government.
December 2, 2011 3:32 AM
I know you all get them occassionally. See how it is with these people. We keep letting the media select our candidates. Then we let them get torn to shreds in the media. I'm the uneducated racist. Everything is Bush's fault. BTW sweetie the posessive for Predident Bush is not Bushes. Please let me explain. Do not confuse racism with the fact that I just don't like you very much. The current conflicts in Iraq and Afganistan are very costly but it's a job that needs to be done properly. You should be thankful there are people still willing to fight for your right to mess up my blog. Yep, there's gonna be a fight alright. We're gonna be trying to pull your head out of your backside. Learn to serve and quit being an a$$clown. You're embarassing your mother.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Picking Lemons
A woman of Coral Springs , Florida decided to take one of the jobs that most Americans are not willing to do.
The woman applying for a job in a Florida lemon grove seemed to be far too qualified for the job. She had a liberal arts degree from the University of Michigan and had worked as a social worker and school teacher.
The foreman frowned and said, "I have to ask you, have you had any ...actual experience in picking lemons?"
"Well, as a matter of fact, I have! I've been divorced three times, owned 2 Chryslers and voted for Obama.
The woman applying for a job in a Florida lemon grove seemed to be far too qualified for the job. She had a liberal arts degree from the University of Michigan and had worked as a social worker and school teacher.
The foreman frowned and said, "I have to ask you, have you had any ...actual experience in picking lemons?"
"Well, as a matter of fact, I have! I've been divorced three times, owned 2 Chryslers and voted for Obama.
Mockupy This
It's Newt now. I don't see why this is unfamilar. We keep letting the LSM select our candidates. Next week it'll be some scandal or other that hits cBSnooze. Do we really need to beat the media first to get a proper candidate?
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Burying the Hatchet
Please Rise for Our National Anthem
A local radio station here, KSON does The National Anthem each morning just at 8AM
Last week before Thanksgiving they did the Dixie Chicks Studio version and I have to say these girls do a fine job with the Star Spangled Banner.
Have a nice day.
A local radio station here, KSON does The National Anthem each morning just at 8AM
Last week before Thanksgiving they did the Dixie Chicks Studio version and I have to say these girls do a fine job with the Star Spangled Banner.
Have a nice day.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Introducing
Chairwoman of the House Financial Services Committee
Maxine "Take the Money and Run" Waters
ROLLOVER
Dave in PB's Farging Rollover Code!
Yabba Dabba Courtesy of IOTW
Maxine "Take the Money and Run" Waters
ROLLOVER
Dave in PB's Farging Rollover Code!
Yabba Dabba Courtesy of IOTW
Occuwhiners - Toronto
Polifrog says "Goodbye Occupy"
UPDATE: BlogBuddyAdrienne sends a link from the Daley Gator of an Occutard getting tazed and drug out of the Capital.
Just point and laugh!
UPDATE: BlogBuddyAdrienne sends a link from the Daley Gator of an Occutard getting tazed and drug out of the Capital.
Just point and laugh!
Yet, He Stands There Stuttering in His Miserable Failing ClusterF@#$ery
via NewsMax
Honestly ... I can't believe there are 43% of those hootennannies that look at what this President has done and call in with approval.
President SCOAMF’s job approval rating is caught in a funk. A new Gallup Poll shows the rating stood at 43 percent last week, identical to the prior four weeks. The president’s disapproval rating registered 49 percent last week, also unchanged from a week earlier.
To be sure, SCOAMF’s approval rating has recovered from his term low of 40 percent, which was recorded in August during the debt ceiling saga. Still, SCOAMF’s rating has sagged from the 45-50 percent range it occupied for much of the first half of the year. In January, it stood at 49 percent.
Honestly ... I can't believe there are 43% of those hootennannies that look at what this President has done and call in with approval.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Every Freaking Day
Effective July 1, 2011, commercial and institutional properties must also recycle rigid plastics including clean food waste containers, jugs, tubs, trays, pots, buckets, and toys. Residents with City recycling service must also recycle these materials. Residents serviced by a private hauler are encouraged to recycle these items as well.
This is taken to mean every waste can in the facility needs to have a blue waste can beside it with appropriate signage identifying it as recycling. Since we can't be trusted to take our recylables into the kitchen and use that can every desk has to have it's own recycle can ... with a sign. Now there's guy from the city inspecting for compliance ... CAN WE WASTE ANY MORE MONEY ANY QUICKER?
Sea Stories
Atsugi
A typical flight takes 2 hours to get all our gear in the air. Here is how it went. Linemen and Plane Captains along with the Maintenance Chief take off in a military version of a Boeing 727. It's a C-22 I think. These aircraft had their own crew 2 pilots and several stewards. They were not attached to us but belonged to our detachment for the duration of the mission. If you were Military in Quam say and wanted to get to Hawaii you could check in and ride along if there was room. It was on our schedule not yours. Seats were taken out of the rear to tiedown our gear. An hour after the first 727, We would launch the flight of F4s. Another hour then the second 727 takes off with mechanics airframers and electricians and whomever is left behind. It was usually several plane captains that had launched the previous flight. On arrival the first crew sets up the transient line and prepares to catch the flight of F4s. The maintenance chief is already getting reports from the pilots as they land. When The second 727 arrives, we get out, Check in with Chief Towbar,fix whatever is broken and take off the next day.
A typical flight takes 2 hours to get all our gear in the air. Here is how it went. Linemen and Plane Captains along with the Maintenance Chief take off in a military version of a Boeing 727. It's a C-22 I think. These aircraft had their own crew 2 pilots and several stewards. They were not attached to us but belonged to our detachment for the duration of the mission. If you were Military in Quam say and wanted to get to Hawaii you could check in and ride along if there was room. It was on our schedule not yours. Seats were taken out of the rear to tiedown our gear. An hour after the first 727, We would launch the flight of F4s. Another hour then the second 727 takes off with mechanics airframers and electricians and whomever is left behind. It was usually several plane captains that had launched the previous flight. On arrival the first crew sets up the transient line and prepares to catch the flight of F4s. The maintenance chief is already getting reports from the pilots as they land. When The second 727 arrives, we get out, Check in with Chief Towbar,fix whatever is broken and take off the next day.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Sea Stories
Pattaya Beach
Landing in Bangkok we had to go through customs. "JusMang" they call it. Our group had been surrounded by armed soldiers since leaving our plane. We were instructed to leave everything on the aircraft except for a change of clothes it makes clearing customs very easy.
Outside the airport we hired a bus to take us to Pattaya Beach. The drive is about 100 miles on a very slow bus. We arrived in Pattaya Beach in early afternoon and checked into our rooms. These were tiny solidly built huts with thatched roofs. Very nice! Out on the beach we walked up and down the boardwalk trying local street food and drinks The favorite was a slice of grilled meat on a stick with a singha.
After dinner we toured the beer bars which were everywhere. The typical setup was a boxing ring surrounded by a bar on four sides with stools to sit. There would be exhibition kick boxing now and then, mostly teenagers. Girls too, I'm here to tell you there's a lot of nice girls in Pattaya Beach.
Before turning in we made arangements for breakfast to be delivered before dawn to our rooms. In the morning I got a call just as breakfast was ready. I let the waitress in as we exchanged good mornings in our own languages. She noticed the brand new Jimmy's Steak House tee I had brought to change into for the trip back to Bangkok. She had to have it. I don't know why. It might have been because of the logo from Guam or because it was American made heavy cotton. In a minute she was in under the covers inviting me in. Who am I to deny this sweet girl her Jimmy's Steak House Tee Shirt? We exchanged pleasantries for a while and she left with her brand new Jimmy's Steak House tee shirt thanking me I think. I'm like "what the heck was that"? As we mustered up for the trip back to Bangkok everyone was smiling for some reason.
Landing in Bangkok we had to go through customs. "JusMang" they call it. Our group had been surrounded by armed soldiers since leaving our plane. We were instructed to leave everything on the aircraft except for a change of clothes it makes clearing customs very easy.
Outside the airport we hired a bus to take us to Pattaya Beach. The drive is about 100 miles on a very slow bus. We arrived in Pattaya Beach in early afternoon and checked into our rooms. These were tiny solidly built huts with thatched roofs. Very nice! Out on the beach we walked up and down the boardwalk trying local street food and drinks The favorite was a slice of grilled meat on a stick with a singha.
After dinner we toured the beer bars which were everywhere. The typical setup was a boxing ring surrounded by a bar on four sides with stools to sit. There would be exhibition kick boxing now and then, mostly teenagers. Girls too, I'm here to tell you there's a lot of nice girls in Pattaya Beach.
Before turning in we made arangements for breakfast to be delivered before dawn to our rooms. In the morning I got a call just as breakfast was ready. I let the waitress in as we exchanged good mornings in our own languages. She noticed the brand new Jimmy's Steak House tee I had brought to change into for the trip back to Bangkok. She had to have it. I don't know why. It might have been because of the logo from Guam or because it was American made heavy cotton. In a minute she was in under the covers inviting me in. Who am I to deny this sweet girl her Jimmy's Steak House Tee Shirt? We exchanged pleasantries for a while and she left with her brand new Jimmy's Steak House tee shirt thanking me I think. I'm like "what the heck was that"? As we mustered up for the trip back to Bangkok everyone was smiling for some reason.
Friday, November 25, 2011
Sea Stories
Guam
This is the first time we met up with the Air Force. Not a lot going on It was an overnight stop for fuel and rest. Met with and traded patches with some airmen in the barracks. We went out for dinner at a place called Jimmys Steak House. If you get the chance … Do yourself a favor and buy several Jimmy's Steak House tee shirts. You're gonna need them when you get the Pattaya Beach. Don't ask … Trust me. We all bought a tee shirt had dinner and went back to to the base at Andersen. We posted the watch's and slept. We were off again at dawn.
This is the first time we met up with the Air Force. Not a lot going on It was an overnight stop for fuel and rest. Met with and traded patches with some airmen in the barracks. We went out for dinner at a place called Jimmys Steak House. If you get the chance … Do yourself a favor and buy several Jimmy's Steak House tee shirts. You're gonna need them when you get the Pattaya Beach. Don't ask … Trust me. We all bought a tee shirt had dinner and went back to to the base at Andersen. We posted the watch's and slept. We were off again at dawn.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Does anyone know how to cancel a bid on eBay?
via Dan on FB
I put in a $7 bid for a “Mickey Mouse outfit” and now it seems I’m only 19 minutes away from owning Obama’s entire cabinet.
I put in a $7 bid for a “Mickey Mouse outfit” and now it seems I’m only 19 minutes away from owning Obama’s entire cabinet.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Sea Stories
Olongopo City
This was our last liberty stop before returning to California with the flight of Marine F4Ns. Chief Towbar had us all gathered after clearing customs. We only had a few items with us. We were in our coveralls and had some civies for later. Chief Towbar was taking us to his bar. Actually it was Towbar's girlfriend store. We entered the Bar from the street and were escorted to the upstairs front porch. There were 8 of us sipping San Miguels. Towbar was doing interviews. One by one The chief would select a girl for each of the crew. I know what you're thinking but it was not anything like I had expected. These girls had a job to do and they would keep us safely occupied overnight in the city. Primarily They were told to have us cleaned up and present for dinner at a nearby resturant just at dark. Thats pretty much how the schedule worked. We had been to so many different places, nobody knew what time it was. We just schedule things for dawn, midday or dusk. Towbars interview was probably more about being able to trust these girls to bring us back on time or not running off somewhere. He couldn't take the chance that we might go missing or get into trouble and miss muster the next morning for the flight back to Atsugi. We had to stay togeather so we setup at the bar.
The girl Towbar selected for me was a beauty. She might have been a bit older than I. No more than 5 feet tall, very smooth jet black hair, brown eyes, a little skinny in the middle and a very nice backside. Her name was Leti. Nice Girl. All having selected a girlfriend. They took us to get cleaned up. In the bath Leti tugged open my coveralls to get me ready to bathe. My clothes were a mess from the days we spent in Tailand and Hong Kong. She took them out to be cleaned along with the coveralls. When she returned I was already in the tub and she just hopped right in. She didn't like the beard I had fuzzed up since leaving San Diego. She sat accross my middle and carefully shaved away the fuzz with a straight razor and a bit of soap. Later after the bath and a very oily massage I had nothing at all to change into so we just enjoyed each others company for a while.
My clothes came back from the laundry smelling like flowers. It was her perfume. Coveralls too. We dressed and I gave Leti a handfull of twenties to change into pesos for our dinner later. She gave me back 2 deciding it was too much. Towbar told us to let the girls change the money for us. She came back with a huge stack of money. 40 bucks buys a lot of freaking pesos apparently. It was time to head back to the bar and ready for dinner. Leti stored my gear in her little sleeping room. Everyone was smiling for some reason and all showed just at dark and off we went with the girls. After dinner we broke up into smaller groups and went dancing or listening to music then later it was back to the bar and to sleep. We mustered up in the morning, hired a bus to take us back to the airport. Nice Girl!
This was our last liberty stop before returning to California with the flight of Marine F4Ns. Chief Towbar had us all gathered after clearing customs. We only had a few items with us. We were in our coveralls and had some civies for later. Chief Towbar was taking us to his bar. Actually it was Towbar's girlfriend store. We entered the Bar from the street and were escorted to the upstairs front porch. There were 8 of us sipping San Miguels. Towbar was doing interviews. One by one The chief would select a girl for each of the crew. I know what you're thinking but it was not anything like I had expected. These girls had a job to do and they would keep us safely occupied overnight in the city. Primarily They were told to have us cleaned up and present for dinner at a nearby resturant just at dark. Thats pretty much how the schedule worked. We had been to so many different places, nobody knew what time it was. We just schedule things for dawn, midday or dusk. Towbars interview was probably more about being able to trust these girls to bring us back on time or not running off somewhere. He couldn't take the chance that we might go missing or get into trouble and miss muster the next morning for the flight back to Atsugi. We had to stay togeather so we setup at the bar.
The girl Towbar selected for me was a beauty. She might have been a bit older than I. No more than 5 feet tall, very smooth jet black hair, brown eyes, a little skinny in the middle and a very nice backside. Her name was Leti. Nice Girl. All having selected a girlfriend. They took us to get cleaned up. In the bath Leti tugged open my coveralls to get me ready to bathe. My clothes were a mess from the days we spent in Tailand and Hong Kong. She took them out to be cleaned along with the coveralls. When she returned I was already in the tub and she just hopped right in. She didn't like the beard I had fuzzed up since leaving San Diego. She sat accross my middle and carefully shaved away the fuzz with a straight razor and a bit of soap. Later after the bath and a very oily massage I had nothing at all to change into so we just enjoyed each others company for a while.
My clothes came back from the laundry smelling like flowers. It was her perfume. Coveralls too. We dressed and I gave Leti a handfull of twenties to change into pesos for our dinner later. She gave me back 2 deciding it was too much. Towbar told us to let the girls change the money for us. She came back with a huge stack of money. 40 bucks buys a lot of freaking pesos apparently. It was time to head back to the bar and ready for dinner. Leti stored my gear in her little sleeping room. Everyone was smiling for some reason and all showed just at dark and off we went with the girls. After dinner we broke up into smaller groups and went dancing or listening to music then later it was back to the bar and to sleep. We mustered up in the morning, hired a bus to take us back to the airport. Nice Girl!
Sea Stories
Atsugi
We stopped in Guam and Okinawa on the way into Atsugi The plan was to exchange aircaft with 3 Squadrons based in Atsugi. We give over our brand new aircraft from San Diego, then make ready 10 old F4Ns from the line. It was 1982 and the Navy and the Marine Corps fleet had been decimated by Jimmy Carter during the 70's. There were no parts. Everything had already been scavanged. Any plane that could still fly had a brother that could not. Marines will fly anything. Navy pilots will not. We had to make it back accross the ocean. This became the assembly line of motor swaps. Strut replacements. Fuel cels. Wheels and Tires. Fixing leaks. Patching holes. Polishing or replacing conopies. Some you could not even see through. The electronics had to be replaced. Egress it was a nightmare. PAPERWORK! it never ended. To this day I have no idea how we did it. I thank Ronald Reagan for the parts that we got in such a short time. We had watch's 24/7 keeping an eye on the birds as they came togeather and the parts locker as it filled up. We were working the transient line so we didn't get much traffic. We had our first 10 birds ready in just under 2 weeks. They were as ready as they going to be and were able to pass a prefilght inspection.
It was cold in northern Japan. We had some cold weather gear with us from San Diego. Except it doesn't get cold here. Marines helped us out with Jackets and gloves watch caps and such from the parachute shop. Evenings we could get off base and go to dinner. At one point the locals had been protesting something at the gate and they had to weld it shut. Liberty is coming!
We stopped in Guam and Okinawa on the way into Atsugi The plan was to exchange aircaft with 3 Squadrons based in Atsugi. We give over our brand new aircraft from San Diego, then make ready 10 old F4Ns from the line. It was 1982 and the Navy and the Marine Corps fleet had been decimated by Jimmy Carter during the 70's. There were no parts. Everything had already been scavanged. Any plane that could still fly had a brother that could not. Marines will fly anything. Navy pilots will not. We had to make it back accross the ocean. This became the assembly line of motor swaps. Strut replacements. Fuel cels. Wheels and Tires. Fixing leaks. Patching holes. Polishing or replacing conopies. Some you could not even see through. The electronics had to be replaced. Egress it was a nightmare. PAPERWORK! it never ended. To this day I have no idea how we did it. I thank Ronald Reagan for the parts that we got in such a short time. We had watch's 24/7 keeping an eye on the birds as they came togeather and the parts locker as it filled up. We were working the transient line so we didn't get much traffic. We had our first 10 birds ready in just under 2 weeks. They were as ready as they going to be and were able to pass a prefilght inspection.
It was cold in northern Japan. We had some cold weather gear with us from San Diego. Except it doesn't get cold here. Marines helped us out with Jackets and gloves watch caps and such from the parachute shop. Evenings we could get off base and go to dinner. At one point the locals had been protesting something at the gate and they had to weld it shut. Liberty is coming!
Headlines That Just Write Themselves
Shocker: Chicks Don’t Dig Camping Out With a Bunch of Smelly Losers
There are probably women who aren’t bothered much by poor hygiene, and there may be women who aren’t bothered by a lack of toilet and bathing facilities. But I think you’ll have a hard time finding women who aren’t bothered by the kind of bad stuff that happens to women when they’re constantly surrounded by a bunch of scummy, predatory cop-haters: Rape, sexual assault, sexual assault, rape, sexual assault, indecent exposure, sexual assault, gang rape . . . You get the picture.
There are probably women who aren’t bothered much by poor hygiene, and there may be women who aren’t bothered by a lack of toilet and bathing facilities. But I think you’ll have a hard time finding women who aren’t bothered by the kind of bad stuff that happens to women when they’re constantly surrounded by a bunch of scummy, predatory cop-haters: Rape, sexual assault, sexual assault, rape, sexual assault, indecent exposure, sexual assault, gang rape . . . You get the picture.
Monday, November 21, 2011
A Public Service Announcment
Viruses are going around allover
There is one right now I seen several times it installs something that looks like Antivirus software that does nothing but break your computer. It just turns off services you need to use your computer. Kills mail the browsers network services on various ports etc. The most recent is called AV Protection 2011 Do not buy anything from these clowns the software you get only breaks the computer more than it is already and costs 29 dollars in the process. It turns into a Zombie computer.
2 Things
Avast Antivirus is fine Use the free one
You should know about when it happened. Do a System Restore to a point in time prior to that event.
If its a bad one you may need to start the computer in safe mode.
Hold Down the F8 button whilst turning on the computer.
After it boots into SAFE Mode
Choose Start > All Programs > Accessories > System Tools > System Restore
You get something that looks like a calendar. Select restore point prior to that event. The computer will reboot when it's complete
There is one right now I seen several times it installs something that looks like Antivirus software that does nothing but break your computer. It just turns off services you need to use your computer. Kills mail the browsers network services on various ports etc. The most recent is called AV Protection 2011 Do not buy anything from these clowns the software you get only breaks the computer more than it is already and costs 29 dollars in the process. It turns into a Zombie computer.
2 Things
Avast Antivirus is fine Use the free one
You should know about when it happened. Do a System Restore to a point in time prior to that event.
If its a bad one you may need to start the computer in safe mode.
Hold Down the F8 button whilst turning on the computer.
After it boots into SAFE Mode
Choose Start > All Programs > Accessories > System Tools > System Restore
You get something that looks like a calendar. Select restore point prior to that event. The computer will reboot when it's complete
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Sea Stories
Kenehoe Bay
We had lost our shiney new Navy LT. It was dark already. I was standing on the hood of the jeep next to Chief Towbar. He was instructing me on the plan like he was calling a play. He was saying "Hobson you have one job right now. It needs to be done and we need to get out of here." He shoved me up and through the louvered window of the hanger and I sort of slid down the wall on the inside. There was a catwalk overhead where the SGT of the watch kept his office. I waited in the dark for a minute to make sure I had not been noticed. There were several motors in this space but only one was still spewing oil. That's mine. I slid under the rack and quickly sniped the safety wire on the main fuel control linkage and worked the bolt that secured the device. It took just a minute and was done.
Now I have to get out. I was stacking pallets end on end to climb up to the window. "I was wondering when you would be back" he said, as I froze in the dark. It was the SGT. He gave me a thumbs up and I realized this was not an ordinary Marine. I scrambled up my makeshift ladder out the window and away. I'm thinking now he probably left that window open for us. Orders had prohibited his being able to give us the part we needed, however he didn't mind at all if we took it.
We had lost our shiney new Navy LT. It was dark already. I was standing on the hood of the jeep next to Chief Towbar. He was instructing me on the plan like he was calling a play. He was saying "Hobson you have one job right now. It needs to be done and we need to get out of here." He shoved me up and through the louvered window of the hanger and I sort of slid down the wall on the inside. There was a catwalk overhead where the SGT of the watch kept his office. I waited in the dark for a minute to make sure I had not been noticed. There were several motors in this space but only one was still spewing oil. That's mine. I slid under the rack and quickly sniped the safety wire on the main fuel control linkage and worked the bolt that secured the device. It took just a minute and was done.
Now I have to get out. I was stacking pallets end on end to climb up to the window. "I was wondering when you would be back" he said, as I froze in the dark. It was the SGT. He gave me a thumbs up and I realized this was not an ordinary Marine. I scrambled up my makeshift ladder out the window and away. I'm thinking now he probably left that window open for us. Orders had prohibited his being able to give us the part we needed, however he didn't mind at all if we took it.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Sea Stories
Wake Island
Skipping ahead here ... We had already been through Wake Island several times. This time it was a return flight with 10 or so busted marine F4ns. Those things leaked from everywhere as soon as the motors started cooling down. We were meeting up with the Airforce crew that had been doing the inflight refueling for us. Before leaving Olongopo City Chief Towbar made arrangements for securing several dozen cases of San Miguels and a couple of suckling pigs dressed out and packed in Ice. Wake Island is beautiful now. It's actually 2 islands separated by a lagoon and a bridge. Peal Island I think it's called. On the Island there were 3 Philipino men that handled the airfield and 2 American Doctors. There is a barracks / Hotel A cafeteria ... A barber shop with a bowling alley behind it. Every Bowling ball in the place had like 30 holes drilled into it in various sizes oh and a bar. Drinks were 50 cents a piece no matter what you ordered. It's a coral island and there are still bullets everywhere you step. Nice island but no chicks for thousands of miles in any direction. Bummer!
This was our last flight through so the the Skipper made arrangements with the Airforce crew for an epic softball battle and barbeque. The Airforce actually brought in there own bus to transport between the airfield and the village. We would go on to liberate that bus later that night after the ball game to go fishing. The philipino guys from the airfield lived a ways out from the village and kept a little man made pond where they raised what they called milk fish. Delicious ... with whatever the sauce was that they made. Epic game that nobody kept score. Fun night. Later I went fishing off the bridge with Pete. He managed to catch a small shark with his dropline. We ate it for breakfast. Thats all I can remember. We may have attempted to put shark in bed with one of the younger crewmen before taking it to kitchen.
Wasted
I'm heading into the office later to finish a project that needs doing. I work the weekends when I have a deadline to meet. It strikes me odd that these people have no ambition at all. They may well be educated but its all wasted.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Sea Stories
Back in the early 80's I was honored to have served with the US Navy. TAD to the VF121 TransPacSupDet. Mechanic or Aviation Machinist Mate AD3. We were tasked with receiving, making ready and transporting brand spanking new F4S' at the time from the Naval Aviation Rework Facility in San Diego to several Squadrons based in Atsugi Japan. Marines! During the first Transpac our first stop was in Honolulu for fuel and rest. It was the first time I had been to Hawaii. I spent the entire time in the hanger. Working. One of the birds had blown a main bearing seal during this leg of the flight and needed a motor replacement. The J79 Gas Turbine Powereplant is more of a wind machine than it is a motor. This one needed replacing and the only ones around with a fresh motor on a rack were the Marines over at Kenehoe Bay.
Everyone heads out for liberty except the the Watch, airframers and mechanics. NICE! Engine Replacement is not difficult with the right gear. We brought every thing with us. Short of Seals, clamps and safety wire the fresh motor comes with everything and we literally just jack it up and roll it in. EXCEPT ... the Main Fuel Control Linkage is still hanging on the old motor and is on its way back to the marines in Kenehoe. The Maintenace Chief was a giant everyone just called "Towbar" "SUCK BANG and BLOW ... Lose any one of those and yer not flying anymore ... Yer Falling" He had the duty in the hanger overnight supervising the crews. I explained the stiuation about the missing Fuel Control link and He went off and returned later with a Jeep and a brand new Navy LT. I grab some tools and jumped in the jeep.
To the watch at Kenehoe we tried explaining our need for the fuel control linkage and how it was the only one on the Island and that we needed to leave the next day and all. NOPE! "CHESSUS" Explained again to the SGT of the Watch and then again to the OOD. "Fricken Marines!" Most of the time these guys are standing around looking for food or ammo ... and where do they come? Yep they come to the Navy. The truth was our broken motor now belongs to the USMC. It was secured and we were not allowed to take anything from it. Later, after dark we were able to reaquire the fuel control linkage and that could be a whole other story. There's only 3 people on the planet that know how that went down.
Back in Honolulu we were able to buttonup the bird pretty quick, do the proscribed CDI inspections,paperwork low and high power turns in the hush house and were off to Wake Island.
Everyone heads out for liberty except the the Watch, airframers and mechanics. NICE! Engine Replacement is not difficult with the right gear. We brought every thing with us. Short of Seals, clamps and safety wire the fresh motor comes with everything and we literally just jack it up and roll it in. EXCEPT ... the Main Fuel Control Linkage is still hanging on the old motor and is on its way back to the marines in Kenehoe. The Maintenace Chief was a giant everyone just called "Towbar" "SUCK BANG and BLOW ... Lose any one of those and yer not flying anymore ... Yer Falling" He had the duty in the hanger overnight supervising the crews. I explained the stiuation about the missing Fuel Control link and He went off and returned later with a Jeep and a brand new Navy LT. I grab some tools and jumped in the jeep.
To the watch at Kenehoe we tried explaining our need for the fuel control linkage and how it was the only one on the Island and that we needed to leave the next day and all. NOPE! "CHESSUS" Explained again to the SGT of the Watch and then again to the OOD. "Fricken Marines!" Most of the time these guys are standing around looking for food or ammo ... and where do they come? Yep they come to the Navy. The truth was our broken motor now belongs to the USMC. It was secured and we were not allowed to take anything from it. Later, after dark we were able to reaquire the fuel control linkage and that could be a whole other story. There's only 3 people on the planet that know how that went down.
Back in Honolulu we were able to buttonup the bird pretty quick, do the proscribed CDI inspections,paperwork low and high power turns in the hush house and were off to Wake Island.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
SCOAMF
via SondraK and the Republic
TORONTO — Canada has stepped up its lobbying after the SCOAMF administration delayed a decision on an oil pipeline critical to the country's economic future.
Canada's prime minister said he made it clear in a weekend meeting with U.S. President SCOAMF that Canada will step up its efforts to sell oil to Asia since the SCOAMF administration delayed a decision on the proposed Keystone XL pipeline.
UPDATE:
TORONTO — Canada has stepped up its lobbying after the SCOAMF administration delayed a decision on an oil pipeline critical to the country's economic future.
Canada's prime minister said he made it clear in a weekend meeting with U.S. President SCOAMF that Canada will step up its efforts to sell oil to Asia since the SCOAMF administration delayed a decision on the proposed Keystone XL pipeline.
UPDATE:
Monday, November 14, 2011
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Welcome
to the Association of Miniscule to Middling Conservative Blogs
The blogging Squirrels have added a new member to the Association
We welcome innominatus
The blogging Squirrels have added a new member to the Association
We welcome innominatus
Friday, November 11, 2011
Thank You
VJ Day Honolulu Hawaii August 14th 1945
via Curmudgeonly Skeptical
Happy Veterans Day!
via Curmudgeonly Skeptical
VJ Day, Honolulu Hawaii, August 14, 1945 from Richard Sullivan on Vimeo.
Happy Veterans Day!
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
Getting It
Mike Rowe: America Has a Dysfunctional Relationship with Work
He mentions his testimony in Washington however its the same message.
He mentions his testimony in Washington however its the same message.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Sunday Morning Reads
As SondraK would Say "There Is A Word for This"
Ineptocracy: The Pelosi Edition
A system of government where the least capable to lead are elected by the least capable of producing, and where the members of society least likely to sustain themselves or succeed, are rewarded with goods and services paid for by the confiscated wealth of a diminishing number of producers.
I'll admit ... This is Lame. I was trying to finish Game of Thrones.
For some real Sunday Morning Reads go visit Adrienne whom has posted a nice essay by JR Dunn ... Rumors of a Coup
Ineptocracy: The Pelosi Edition
A system of government where the least capable to lead are elected by the least capable of producing, and where the members of society least likely to sustain themselves or succeed, are rewarded with goods and services paid for by the confiscated wealth of a diminishing number of producers.
I'll admit ... This is Lame. I was trying to finish Game of Thrones.
For some real Sunday Morning Reads go visit Adrienne whom has posted a nice essay by JR Dunn ... Rumors of a Coup
Expectation vs Reality
ROLLOVER
Farging Rollover Code!
There is a bug in this code or possibly browser related ... if you hover over the upper right of the image the rollover completely freaks out.
Friday, November 4, 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Your First Job?
I was inspired the other day with a post via PISSED at The Feral Irishman
My First Job
I was twelve or thirteeen years old. My parents worked on Sunday morning after church at a place called Mr Snacks. It was home to a dozen or more lunch wagons that would bring coffee, fresh food and snacks all over the Boston area. My parents, aunts, and all us kids made sandwiches for the trucks and the men to pickup on Monday morning. It was an assembly line with kids at either end lining up the sliced bread or rolls and at the far end wrapping the finished goods. My aunt would call out the sandwich orders "Toasted or Not?" and my dad handled the slicer for meats and cheeses. Later my dad introduced me to one of the drivers, a fellow named Mr. Nick. He ran a lunch wagon through the construction sites of Medford,Somerville and Cambridge. After school most days I would help Mr Nick with the truck, boiling out the coffee urns, hosing down the soft drinks bins, restacking the cokes and yohoos and restocking the candy. Then clearing out the hot sandwiches and pastries from the warming cabinet in the back. A top to bottom scrub on all surfaces every day. On Saturdays a kid could make 5 bucks a truck just doing a wash and wipe on each vehicle. The hot food could not be refrigerated and/or resold so I was often sent back up the house with armloads of sandwiches and pasteries like meatball subs, steak and cheese, lemon squares and such. I was lucky enough to do this for several years before highschool and is something I won't ever forget
My First Job
I was twelve or thirteeen years old. My parents worked on Sunday morning after church at a place called Mr Snacks. It was home to a dozen or more lunch wagons that would bring coffee, fresh food and snacks all over the Boston area. My parents, aunts, and all us kids made sandwiches for the trucks and the men to pickup on Monday morning. It was an assembly line with kids at either end lining up the sliced bread or rolls and at the far end wrapping the finished goods. My aunt would call out the sandwich orders "Toasted or Not?" and my dad handled the slicer for meats and cheeses. Later my dad introduced me to one of the drivers, a fellow named Mr. Nick. He ran a lunch wagon through the construction sites of Medford,Somerville and Cambridge. After school most days I would help Mr Nick with the truck, boiling out the coffee urns, hosing down the soft drinks bins, restacking the cokes and yohoos and restocking the candy. Then clearing out the hot sandwiches and pastries from the warming cabinet in the back. A top to bottom scrub on all surfaces every day. On Saturdays a kid could make 5 bucks a truck just doing a wash and wipe on each vehicle. The hot food could not be refrigerated and/or resold so I was often sent back up the house with armloads of sandwiches and pasteries like meatball subs, steak and cheese, lemon squares and such. I was lucky enough to do this for several years before highschool and is something I won't ever forget
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
This is What Catching a Break Looks Like
She's a bit worn but runs like a top. This'll do for a while
Update: Adrienne wants the details ... so she shall have them.
It's a 1995 Honda Passport, 190K miles, clean as whistle and only 500 bucks. A coworker offered it up to me when his dad gave it to him. Beats the heck out riding the bus.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Saying It Like It Is
Saw this over at American and Proud
”If you are a non-Christian Arab or Muslim, I will not teach you the class; I am Crockett Keller, thank you and God bless America.”
Sunday Morning Reads
Luck ~ Mark Twain
[NOTE.--This is not a fancy sketch. I got it from a clergyman who was an instructor at the Woolwich military school forty years ago, and who vouched for its truth. --M.T.]
It was at a banquet in London in honor of one of the two or three prominent illustrious English military names of this generation. For reasons which will presently appear, I will withhold his real name and titles, and call him Lieutenant-General Lord Arthur Scoresby, V.C., K.C.B., etc., etc., etc. What a fascination there is in a renowned name! There say the man, in actual flesh, whom I had heard of so many thousands of times since that day, thirty years before, when his name shot suddenly to the zenith from a Crimean battle-field, to remain for ever celebrated.
It was food and drink to me to look, and look, and look at that demigod; scanning, searching, noting: the quietness, the reserve, the noble gravity of his countenance; the simple honesty that expressed itself all over him; the sweet unconsciousness of his greatness--unconsciousness of the hundreds of admiring eyes fastened upon him, unconsciousness of the deep, loving, sincere worship welling out of the breasts of those people and flowing toward him.
The clergyman at my left was an old acquaintance of mine--clergyman now, but had spent the first half of his life in the camp and field, and as an instructor in the military school at Woolwich. Just at the moment I have been talking about, a veiled and singular light glimmered in his eyes, and he leaned down and muttered confidentially to me--indicating the hero of the banquet with a gesture,--'Privately--his glory is an accident --just a product of incredible luck.'
This verdict was a great surprise to me. If its subject had been Napoleon, or Socrates, or Solomon, my astonishment could not have been greater.
Some days later came the explanation of this strange remark, and this is what the Reverend told me.
About forty years ago I was an instructor in the military academy at Woolwich. I was present in one of the sections when young Scoresby underwent his preliminary examination. I was touched to the quick with pity; for the rest of the class answered up brightly and handsomely, while he--why, dear me, he didn't know anything, so to speak. He was evidently good, and sweet, and lovable, and guileless; and so it was exceedingly painful to see him stand there, as serene as a graven image, and deliver himself of answers which were veritably miraculous for stupidity and ignorance. All the compassion in me was aroused in his behalf. I said to myself, when he comes to be examined again, he will be flung over, of course; so it will be simple a harmless act of charity to ease his fall as much as I can.
I took him aside, and found that he knew a little of Caesar's history; and as he didn't know anything else, I went to work and drilled him like a galley-slave on a certain line of stock questions concerning Caesar which I knew would be used. If you'll believe me, he went through with flying colors on examination day! He went through on that purely superficial 'cram', and got compliments, too, while others, who knew a thousand times more than he, got plucked. By some strangely lucky accident--an accident not likely to happen twice in a century--he was asked no question outside of the narrow limits of his drill.
It was stupefying. Well, although through his course I stood by him, with something of the sentiment which a mother feels for a crippled child; and he always saved himself--just by miracle, apparently.
Now of course the thing that would expose him and kill him at last was mathematics. I resolved to make his death as easy as I could; so I drilled him and crammed him, and crammed him and drilled him, just on the line of questions which the examiner would be most likely to use, and then launched him on his fate. Well, sir, try to conceive of the result: to my consternation, he took the first prize! And with it he got a perfect ovation in the way of compliments.
Sleep! There was no more sleep for me for a week. My conscience tortured me day and night. What I had done I had done purely through charity, and only to ease the poor youth's fall--I never had dreamed of any such preposterous result as the thing that had happened. I felt as guilty and miserable as the creator of Frankenstein. Here was a wooden-head whom I had put in the way of glittering promotions and prodigious responsibilities, and but one thing could happen: he and his responsibilities would all go to ruin together at the first opportunity.
The Crimean war had just broken out. Of course there had to be a war, I said to myself: we couldn't have peace and give this donkey a chance to die before he is found out. I waited for the earthquake. It came. And it made me reel when it did come. He was actually appointed to a captaincy in a marching regiment! Better men grow old and gray in the service before they climb to a sublimity like that. And who could ever have foreseen that they would go and put such a load of responsibility on such green and inadequate shoulders? I could just barely have stood it if they had made him an ensign; but a captain--think of it! I thought my hair would turn white.
Consider what I did--I who so loved repose and inaction. I said to myself, I am responsible to the country for this, and I must go along with him and protect the country against him as far as I can. So I took my poor little capital that I had saved up through years of work and grinding economy, and went with a sigh and bought an ensignship in his regiment, and away we went to the field.
And there--oh dear, it was awful. Blunders? Why, he never did anything but blunder. But, you see, nobody was in the fellow's secret—everybody had him focused wrong, and necessarily misinterpreted his performance every time--consequently they took his idiotic blunders for inspirations of genius; they did honestly! His mildest blunders were enough to make a man in his right mind cry; and they did make me cry--and rage and rave too, privately. And the thing that kept me always in a sweat of apprehension was the fact that every fresh blunder he made increased the luster of his reputation! I kept saying to myself, he'll get so high that when discovery does finally come it will be like the sun falling out of the sky.
He went right along up, from grade to grade, over the dead bodies of his superiors, until at last, in the hottest moment of the battle of... down went our colonel, and my heart jumped into my mouth, for Scoresby was next in rank! Now for it, said I; we'll all land in Sheol in ten minutes, sure.
The battle was awfully hot; the allies were steadily giving way all over the field. Our regiment occupied a position that was vital; a blunder now must be destruction. At this critical moment, what does this immortal fool do but detach the regiment from its place and order a charge over a neighboring hill where there wasn't a suggestion of an enemy! 'There you go!' I said to myself; 'this is the end at last.'
And away we did go, and were over the shoulder of the hill before the insane movement could be discovered and stopped. And what did we find? An entire and unsuspected Russian army in reserve! And what happened? We were eaten up? That is necessarily what would have happened in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred. But no; those Russians argued that no single regiment would come browsing around there at such a time. It must be the entire English army, and that the sly Russian game was detected and blocked; so they turned tail, and away they went, pell-mell, over the hill and down into the field, in wild confusion, and we after them; they themselves broke the solid Russia centre in the field, and tore through, and in no time there was the most tremendous rout you ever saw, and the defeat of the allies was turned into a sweeping and splendid victory! Marshal Canrobert looked on, dizzy with astonishment, admiration, and delight; and sent right off for Scoresby, and hugged him, and decorated him on the field in presence of all the armies!
And what was Scoresby's blunder that time? Merely the mistaking his right hand for his left--that was all. An order had come to him to fall back and support our right; and instead he fell forward and went over the hill to the left. But the name he won that day as a marvelous military genius filled the world with his glory, and that glory will never fade while history books last.
He is just as good and sweet and lovable and unpretending as a man can be, but he doesn't know enough to come in when it rains. He has been pursued, day by day and year by year, by a most phenomenal and astonishing luckiness. He has been a shining soldier in all our wars for half a generation; he has littered his military life with blunders, and yet has never committed one that didn't make him a knight or a baronet or a lord or something. Look at his breast; why, he is just clothed in domestic and foreign decorations. Well, sir, every one of them is a record of some shouting stupidity or other; and, taken together, they are proof that the very best thing in all this world that can befall a man is to be born lucky.
Is it not great to be American ~ Enjoy
[NOTE.--This is not a fancy sketch. I got it from a clergyman who was an instructor at the Woolwich military school forty years ago, and who vouched for its truth. --M.T.]
It was at a banquet in London in honor of one of the two or three prominent illustrious English military names of this generation. For reasons which will presently appear, I will withhold his real name and titles, and call him Lieutenant-General Lord Arthur Scoresby, V.C., K.C.B., etc., etc., etc. What a fascination there is in a renowned name! There say the man, in actual flesh, whom I had heard of so many thousands of times since that day, thirty years before, when his name shot suddenly to the zenith from a Crimean battle-field, to remain for ever celebrated.
It was food and drink to me to look, and look, and look at that demigod; scanning, searching, noting: the quietness, the reserve, the noble gravity of his countenance; the simple honesty that expressed itself all over him; the sweet unconsciousness of his greatness--unconsciousness of the hundreds of admiring eyes fastened upon him, unconsciousness of the deep, loving, sincere worship welling out of the breasts of those people and flowing toward him.
The clergyman at my left was an old acquaintance of mine--clergyman now, but had spent the first half of his life in the camp and field, and as an instructor in the military school at Woolwich. Just at the moment I have been talking about, a veiled and singular light glimmered in his eyes, and he leaned down and muttered confidentially to me--indicating the hero of the banquet with a gesture,--'Privately--his glory is an accident --just a product of incredible luck.'
This verdict was a great surprise to me. If its subject had been Napoleon, or Socrates, or Solomon, my astonishment could not have been greater.
Some days later came the explanation of this strange remark, and this is what the Reverend told me.
About forty years ago I was an instructor in the military academy at Woolwich. I was present in one of the sections when young Scoresby underwent his preliminary examination. I was touched to the quick with pity; for the rest of the class answered up brightly and handsomely, while he--why, dear me, he didn't know anything, so to speak. He was evidently good, and sweet, and lovable, and guileless; and so it was exceedingly painful to see him stand there, as serene as a graven image, and deliver himself of answers which were veritably miraculous for stupidity and ignorance. All the compassion in me was aroused in his behalf. I said to myself, when he comes to be examined again, he will be flung over, of course; so it will be simple a harmless act of charity to ease his fall as much as I can.
I took him aside, and found that he knew a little of Caesar's history; and as he didn't know anything else, I went to work and drilled him like a galley-slave on a certain line of stock questions concerning Caesar which I knew would be used. If you'll believe me, he went through with flying colors on examination day! He went through on that purely superficial 'cram', and got compliments, too, while others, who knew a thousand times more than he, got plucked. By some strangely lucky accident--an accident not likely to happen twice in a century--he was asked no question outside of the narrow limits of his drill.
It was stupefying. Well, although through his course I stood by him, with something of the sentiment which a mother feels for a crippled child; and he always saved himself--just by miracle, apparently.
Now of course the thing that would expose him and kill him at last was mathematics. I resolved to make his death as easy as I could; so I drilled him and crammed him, and crammed him and drilled him, just on the line of questions which the examiner would be most likely to use, and then launched him on his fate. Well, sir, try to conceive of the result: to my consternation, he took the first prize! And with it he got a perfect ovation in the way of compliments.
Sleep! There was no more sleep for me for a week. My conscience tortured me day and night. What I had done I had done purely through charity, and only to ease the poor youth's fall--I never had dreamed of any such preposterous result as the thing that had happened. I felt as guilty and miserable as the creator of Frankenstein. Here was a wooden-head whom I had put in the way of glittering promotions and prodigious responsibilities, and but one thing could happen: he and his responsibilities would all go to ruin together at the first opportunity.
The Crimean war had just broken out. Of course there had to be a war, I said to myself: we couldn't have peace and give this donkey a chance to die before he is found out. I waited for the earthquake. It came. And it made me reel when it did come. He was actually appointed to a captaincy in a marching regiment! Better men grow old and gray in the service before they climb to a sublimity like that. And who could ever have foreseen that they would go and put such a load of responsibility on such green and inadequate shoulders? I could just barely have stood it if they had made him an ensign; but a captain--think of it! I thought my hair would turn white.
Consider what I did--I who so loved repose and inaction. I said to myself, I am responsible to the country for this, and I must go along with him and protect the country against him as far as I can. So I took my poor little capital that I had saved up through years of work and grinding economy, and went with a sigh and bought an ensignship in his regiment, and away we went to the field.
And there--oh dear, it was awful. Blunders? Why, he never did anything but blunder. But, you see, nobody was in the fellow's secret—everybody had him focused wrong, and necessarily misinterpreted his performance every time--consequently they took his idiotic blunders for inspirations of genius; they did honestly! His mildest blunders were enough to make a man in his right mind cry; and they did make me cry--and rage and rave too, privately. And the thing that kept me always in a sweat of apprehension was the fact that every fresh blunder he made increased the luster of his reputation! I kept saying to myself, he'll get so high that when discovery does finally come it will be like the sun falling out of the sky.
He went right along up, from grade to grade, over the dead bodies of his superiors, until at last, in the hottest moment of the battle of... down went our colonel, and my heart jumped into my mouth, for Scoresby was next in rank! Now for it, said I; we'll all land in Sheol in ten minutes, sure.
The battle was awfully hot; the allies were steadily giving way all over the field. Our regiment occupied a position that was vital; a blunder now must be destruction. At this critical moment, what does this immortal fool do but detach the regiment from its place and order a charge over a neighboring hill where there wasn't a suggestion of an enemy! 'There you go!' I said to myself; 'this is the end at last.'
And away we did go, and were over the shoulder of the hill before the insane movement could be discovered and stopped. And what did we find? An entire and unsuspected Russian army in reserve! And what happened? We were eaten up? That is necessarily what would have happened in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred. But no; those Russians argued that no single regiment would come browsing around there at such a time. It must be the entire English army, and that the sly Russian game was detected and blocked; so they turned tail, and away they went, pell-mell, over the hill and down into the field, in wild confusion, and we after them; they themselves broke the solid Russia centre in the field, and tore through, and in no time there was the most tremendous rout you ever saw, and the defeat of the allies was turned into a sweeping and splendid victory! Marshal Canrobert looked on, dizzy with astonishment, admiration, and delight; and sent right off for Scoresby, and hugged him, and decorated him on the field in presence of all the armies!
And what was Scoresby's blunder that time? Merely the mistaking his right hand for his left--that was all. An order had come to him to fall back and support our right; and instead he fell forward and went over the hill to the left. But the name he won that day as a marvelous military genius filled the world with his glory, and that glory will never fade while history books last.
He is just as good and sweet and lovable and unpretending as a man can be, but he doesn't know enough to come in when it rains. He has been pursued, day by day and year by year, by a most phenomenal and astonishing luckiness. He has been a shining soldier in all our wars for half a generation; he has littered his military life with blunders, and yet has never committed one that didn't make him a knight or a baronet or a lord or something. Look at his breast; why, he is just clothed in domestic and foreign decorations. Well, sir, every one of them is a record of some shouting stupidity or other; and, taken together, they are proof that the very best thing in all this world that can befall a man is to be born lucky.
Is it not great to be American ~ Enjoy
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
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Thursday, October 20, 2011
Overnight Comments Edition
I got this from the comments overnight from a person in Brooklyn NY. I'm gonna do my best to break it down for the 2 or 3 folks that drop by regularly. I've been unaccustomed to receiving comments until recently. I know I offend the occassional passerby now and then. This is different. I'm going to go out on a limb here, based soley on the content of the comment, I'll do my best to classify.
Female ... Why You ask? Because of the way she moves around the issues. My sister does the same thing. "Hahvaad" dontcha know.
Liberal
Approximately 24-25 years old
Educated, Undergrad probably.
Possibly not bad looking in a dark room.
and She's darn well fed up with being ignored at OWS
Anonymous said...
Here goes ...
Dear Anonymous,
Thanks for stopping by. I don't get many comments here at TRW and since all your comments belong to me now, I'll respond by saying I get current events from a wide variety of news sources not just Fox. You should know that when you watch cBSnooz for instance, that tripe is really old. Its been done to death for 2 - 3 days already in the blogosphere. I see you have trouble with the proper use of the word there as well. Moving on ... There are people here in America that truly love this country. They served their country willingly, faithfully and would do so again if asked. They work hard to raise their families among other notable qualities, We call them Patriots because thats what they are. That's the difference right there. One side you have a group of people that serve, and on the other you have a group of people that take. I can't make it any clearer than that. Lazy, Nasty, Bums you mention but forgot lying, thieving, deviant sexual predators. It would take more than the Tea Party to legitimize the OWS movement and that just aint going to happen. Not in your wildest dreams. BTW ... The Tea Party has not been hijacked. Every single RINO still left in Congress is gone in 2012 along with as many socialist party members and the SCOAMF. Seriously, do you have to demonize Sarah Palin everywhere. I know why you do this. I know why they hate her. She's a regular person just like the rest of us Tea Party folks and you just cannot stand it.
Learn how to serve then join us.
SCOAMF - I was number one on Google earlier today using this search string. Doesn't that just make you all warm inside?
Female ... Why You ask? Because of the way she moves around the issues. My sister does the same thing. "Hahvaad" dontcha know.
Liberal
Approximately 24-25 years old
Educated, Undergrad probably.
Possibly not bad looking in a dark room.
and She's darn well fed up with being ignored at OWS
Anonymous said...
You people that watch Fox News relentlessly are getting played by the rich masters that run that station, their worst nightmare would be for the original tea party people to get together with these young people, I know they call them bums, lazy, nasty whatever but they are a threat to them. First of all their are all kinds of people in that movement, older, working people all kinds who see where this country is going and decided to do something about it. Second, the majority of these people are not Obama supporters they know that he is part of the problem, they just have enough sense to know that the GOP ain't any better. The original Tea Party was hijacked by the republic an party, Sarah Palin a paid GOP shrill took it to a new level, believe it or not their are a lot of people from the original Tea Party the despise Sarah Palin.
SCOAMF - an acronym for President Obama popularized by child molesters.
Here goes ...
Dear Anonymous,
Thanks for stopping by. I don't get many comments here at TRW and since all your comments belong to me now, I'll respond by saying I get current events from a wide variety of news sources not just Fox. You should know that when you watch cBSnooz for instance, that tripe is really old. Its been done to death for 2 - 3 days already in the blogosphere. I see you have trouble with the proper use of the word there as well. Moving on ... There are people here in America that truly love this country. They served their country willingly, faithfully and would do so again if asked. They work hard to raise their families among other notable qualities, We call them Patriots because thats what they are. That's the difference right there. One side you have a group of people that serve, and on the other you have a group of people that take. I can't make it any clearer than that. Lazy, Nasty, Bums you mention but forgot lying, thieving, deviant sexual predators. It would take more than the Tea Party to legitimize the OWS movement and that just aint going to happen. Not in your wildest dreams. BTW ... The Tea Party has not been hijacked. Every single RINO still left in Congress is gone in 2012 along with as many socialist party members and the SCOAMF. Seriously, do you have to demonize Sarah Palin everywhere. I know why you do this. I know why they hate her. She's a regular person just like the rest of us Tea Party folks and you just cannot stand it.
Learn how to serve then join us.
SCOAMF - I was number one on Google earlier today using this search string. Doesn't that just make you all warm inside?
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
SCOAMF: ‘Occupy Wall Street Not That Different From Tea Party’
via The POH Diaries
Is it me or does this guy come down on the wrong side of every issue?
Previously ... The Tea Party and here ... ZOMG LOOKOUT!
“In some ways, they’re not that different from some of the protests that we saw coming from the Tea Party. Both on the left and the right, I think people feel separated from their government. They feel that their institutions aren’t looking out for them,” he said.
Is it me or does this guy come down on the wrong side of every issue?
Previously ... The Tea Party and here ... ZOMG LOOKOUT!