Signs of the times....and busy busy busy....

Okay for all you right-wing conspirators who believe in the bible - this thing in Egypt is interesting to me.  One of the prophesies regarding the 2nd coming of Christ is that Israel will be besieged by the nations around it and Jerusalem sacked when Christ will come and consume all the infidels who fight against God's covenant people.

Now, one of Israel's most unlikely allies may be poised to become an enemy - just as every other country in the region does that holds democratic elections (AKA thuggery - please don't confuse the thuggery and looting of Egypt's democrat process with the heathen peaceful protests of the Tea Party - the fact that the Tea Partiers clean up after themselves is just OUTRAGEOUS!  It's all a sham to suck you in!)

Anyways - I just thought that was interesting.  I'm working 20 hour days lately getting ready to launch a concept I'm behind at my company that's going to revolutionize what we're doing in our care for the mentally disabled.  So in the meantime - I'm freaking CONSUMED with work - but hopefully this pays off soon......maybe I'll get a name-plaque on my desk or a fancy pen with my name on it after 20 years for this.  I HOPE!  YEAH!

French girls - Titanic and Guns!

Okay - so the republicans are in power in this country.

Our media refuses to cover that our house of representatives voted to repeal obamacare  - the Senate Leader refuses to let it come up for a vote - our republicans have proposed to slash our budget by $100Billion - and the media won't cover it.  It's cover-your-assets-time for the democrats - they are already running up to 2012 and know if they do ANYTHING so much as fart wrong - it's going to cause a stink.  (Don't most farts?)  So!  There's really not a lot to write about.  Just waiting for the R's to undo the evil machinations of the D's - you know?  There just comes a time when "common sense" has to prevail - and we are waiting for that.  So in the meantime - my political commentary is somewhat lacking.

SO - in the meantime - I really don't have the energy to waste on stupidity - there's only so much you can say about it.

And you - my enlightened readers - have better things to do that waste time on stupidity.

Obama's an idiot! Evil too!  And not born in the US.   And is a liar!  And hates America! Is a terrorist sympathizer and is clueless and a fraud and facade!  There - that should get us through until 2012 when Romney wins the White House.

In the meantime - I've put a picture here to hearken our minds back to the movie "Titanic" with a bit of a twist which is about as intelligent as our president. 

I went shooting today and killed a few pop cans.  That was fun.   Fortunately I follow gun safety and treat every gun as though it is loaded.  I had my Super .38 1911 in the kitchen to clean it - and I never assume just because the magazine is out that it is unloaded - pulled the slide back and released it as I was deciding how to clean it - then pulled the slide back to check the magazine well and the breech  - and sure enough - round chambered - would have gone off in the kitchen if I'd pulled the trigger.   Glad I'm safe.  One of my shipmates had a weapons discharge once with his .45 1911 because he was going too fast - I always remember that and it's just stuck with me so I actually go through the military check of "clear....safe" and the finger check with my guns now.

I did jack up the slide on my Marlin .444 though - I think I'm going to have to take that to a gunsmith though.  That thing is more like shooting a small artillery round or something.  Ah well - maybe another day!

President picks on kids.....

No birth records of Obama in Hawaii.....?

This is just too fun to keep alive - only because it's not dying for ONE reason: He hasn't shown his birth certificate. The other reason? The certificate of live birth produced in 2008 on the internet was an electronic forgery.  But now....he misspoke. 

STAR WARS! MOTIVATION TIME!!!!

 

The picture wasn't very funny but the caption was on this one - talk about dysfunctional or a great Jerry Springer episode!

IQ Test

This cracked me up but also horrified me at the same time....

IQ tests that I see on line make me laugh but also horrify me.  Not the tests themselves, but the overemphasis people put on IQ tests as a determinant of their abilities and that they use them to assess or measure their worth as an individual.  Maybe I'll write a post on IQ sometime.  In the meantime - this made me chuckle but is also appalling to someone in the social sciences.

Motorcycles....and......well....you aren't going to believe this.....

Sent to me by Dan....

I never dreamed slowly cruising through a residential neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous!

Studies have shown that motorcycling requires more decisions per second, and more sheer data processing than nearly any other common activity or sport.

The reactions and accurate decision making abilities needed have been likened to the reactions of fighter pilots! The consequences of bad decisions or poor situational awareness are pretty much the same for both groups too.

Occasionally, as a rider I have caught myself starting to make bad or late decisions while riding. In flight training, my instructors called this being "behind the power curve". It is a mark of experience that when this begins to happen, the rider recognizes the situation, and more importantly, does something about it. A short break, a meal, or even a gas stop can set things right again as it gives the brain a chance to catch up. 

Good, accurate, and timely decisions are essential when riding a

motorcycle...at least if you want to remain among the living. In short, the brain needs to keep up with the machine.

I had been banging around the roads of east Texas and as I headed back into Dallas, found myself in very heavy, high-speed traffic on the freeways.

Normally, this is not a problem, I commute in these conditions daily, but suddenly I was nearly run down by a cage that decided it needed my lane more than I did. This is not normally a big deal either, as it happens around here often, but usually I can accurately predict which drivers are not paying attention and avoid them before we are even close. This one I missed seeing until it was nearly too late, and as I took evasive action I nearly broadsided another car that I was not even aware was there! 

Two bad decisions and insufficient situational awareness...all within

seconds. I was behind the power curve. Time to get off the freeway. 

I hit the next exit, and as I was in an area I knew pretty well, headed

through a few big residential neighborhoods as a new route home. As I turned onto the nearly empty streets I opened the visor on my full-face helmet to help get some air. I figured some slow riding through the quiet surface streets would give me time to relax, think, and regain that "edge" so frequently required when riding.

Little did I suspect...

As I passed an oncoming car, a brown furry missile shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of me. It was a squirrel, and must have been trying to run across the road when it encountered the car. I really was not going very fast, but there was no time to brake or avoid it-it was that close.

I hate to run over animals...and I really hate it on a motorcycle, but a squirrel should pose no danger to me. I barely had time to brace for the impact.

Animal lovers, never fear. Squirrels can take care of themselves!

Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet. He was standing on his hind legs and facing the oncoming Valkyrie with steadfast resolve in his little beady eyes. His mouth opened, and at the last possible second, he screamed and leapt! I am pretty sure the scream was squirrel for, "Banzai!" or maybe, "Die you gravy-sucking, heathen scum!" as the leap was spectacular and he flew over the windshield and impacted me squarely in the chest.

Instantly he set upon me. If I did not know better I would have sworn he brought twenty of his little buddies along for the attack. Snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he was a frenzy of activity. As I was dressed only in a light t-shirt, summer riding gloves, and jeans this was a bit of a cause for concern. This furry little tornado was doing some damage!

Picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and leather gloves puttering maybe 25mph down a quiet residential street...and in the fight of his life with a squirrel. And losing.

I grabbed for him with my left hand and managed to snag his tail. With all my strength I flung the evil rodent off the left of the bike, almost running into the right curb as I recoiled from the throw.

That should have done it. The matter should have ended right there. It really should have. The squirrel could have sailed into one of the

pristinely kept yards and gone on about his business, and I could have headed home. No one would have been the wiser.

But this was no ordinary squirrel. This was not even an ordinary pissed-off squirrel.

This was an evil attack squirrel of death!

Somehow he caught my gloved finger with one of his little hands, and with the force of the throw swung around and with a resounding thump and an amazing impact he landed square on my back and resumed his rather anti-social and extremely distracting activities. He also managed to take my left glove with him! 

The situation was not improved. Not improved at all. His attacks were continuing, and now I could not reach him.

I was startled to say the least. The combination of the force of the throw, only having one hand (the throttle hand) on the handlebars, and my jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist through my right hand and into the throttle. A healthy twist on the throttle of a Valkyrie can only have one result. Torque. This is what the Valkyrie is made for, and she is very, very good at it.

The engine roared as the front wheel left the pavement. The squirrel

screamed in anger. The Valkyrie screamed in ecstasy. I screamed

in...well...I just plain screamed. 

Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a slightly squirrel torn t-shirt, and only one leather glove roaring at maybe 70mph and rapidly accelerating down a quiet residential street...on one wheel and with a demonic squirrel on his back. The man and the squirrel are both screaming bloody murder.

With the sudden acceleration I was forced to put my other hand back on the handlebars and try to get control of the bike. This was leaving the mutant squirrel to his own devices, but I really did not want to crash into somebody's tree, house, or parked car. Also, I had not yet figured out how to release the throttle...my brain was just simply overloaded. I did manage to mash the back brake, but it had little affect against the massive power of the big cruiser.

About this time the squirrel decided that I was not paying sufficient

attention to this very serious battle (maybe he is a Scottish attack

squirrel of death), and he came around my neck and got IN my full-face helmet with me. As the faceplate closed partway and he began hissing in my face I am quite sure my screaming changed tone and intensity. It seemed to have little affect on the squirrel however.

The rpm's on The Dragon maxed out (I was not concerned about shifting at the moment) and her front end started to drop. 

Now picture the large man on the huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a very ragged torn t-shirt, and wearing one leather glove, roaring at probably 80mph, still on one wheel, with a large puffy squirrel's tail sticking out his mostly closed full-face helmet. By now the screams are probably getting a little hoarse.

Finally I got the upper hand...I managed to grab his tail again, pulled him out of my helmet, and slung him to the left as hard as I could. This time it worked...sort-of. Spectacularly sort-of, so to speak.

Picture the scene. You are a cop. You and your partner have pulled off on a quiet residential street and parked with your windows down to do some paperwork.

Suddenly a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a torn t-shirt flapping in the breeze, and wearing one leather glove, moving at probably 80mph on one wheel, and screaming bloody murder roars by and with all his strength throws a live squirrel grenade directly into your

police car.

I heard screams. They weren't mine...

I managed to get the big motorcycle under directional control and dropped the front wheel to the ground. I then used maximum braking and skidded to a stop in a cloud of tire smoke at the stop sign at a busy cross street.

I would have returned to fess up (and to get my glove back). I really would have. Really. But for two things. First, the cops did not seem interested or the slightest bit concerned about me at the moment. One of them was on his back in the front yard of the house they had been parked in front of and was rapidly crabbing backwards away from the patrol car. The other was standing in the street and was training a riot shotgun on the police cruiser. 

So the cops were not interested in me. They often insist to "let the

professionals handle it" anyway. That was one thing. The other? Well, I swear I could see the squirrel, standing in the back window of the patrolcar among shredded and flying pieces of foam and upholstery, and shaking hislittle fist at me. I think he was shooting me the finger...

That is one dangerous squirrel. And now he has a patrol car...

I took a deep breath, turned on my turn-signal, made an easy right turn, and sedately left the neighborhood. 

As for my easy and slow drive home? Screw it. Faced with a choice of 80mph cars and inattentive drivers, or the evil, demonic, attack squirrel of death...I'll take my chances with the freeway. Every time. 

And I'll buy myself a new pair of gloves.

Auto-Correct doesn't help an argument....

I've had arguments via text...they are kind of tiring.....but having an autocorrect that messes up your words doesn't help your case any....but could be fun!

I still like this one though - passsing a cop at 180mph (290kmh)

I think I've posted this before but - I still crack up on this one because - one - I've been the cop on the side of the road over this stuff - and I used to ride my motorcycle like this.....the thing that sucks is the road is HARD at at that speed - bumps feel like boulders often and even going across those freeway cement/blacktop dividers can be a harrowing experience at that speed - honestly only been up to about 160 on a bike but faster in - lol - my acura - what's eastern oregon for? The whole time I'm thinking - "okay - going so fast now I'm either going to have a blast or die instantly...."

Crash caught on police dash cam

I saw one like this when I was a cop....only it was an RX-7 and it ended up in a tree but the tree "caught" the car and the driver dropped out and then took off running back to his apartment so he could say he didn't know what happened - his story was that he let someone else drive the car for a test drive to sell it and that he didn't know how it got there.....mmmm yeah....he lived though and was unharmed but it was a DUI - that's what saved him.....

Best way to lose a baby tooth: BY MODEL ROCKET!

Kids - I'm pretty sure you can try this at home because this kid did and I know his dad wasn't a trained professional either.....

Well....there goes that analogy on self defense with guns.....

WELLLLLLL.....proponents of the 2nd amendment have often cited the fact that there aren't shootings in police stations as evidence for the necessity of carrying a firearm to protect one's self.    There was, in fact, a shooting at a police station in Detroit. http://www.foxnews.com/us/2011/01/23/detroit-police-department-respond-sto-precinct-shooting-reports/

The police shot and killed the gunman however.

But now I guess the point, or the analogy is - if someone's willing to walk in a police station and shoot the police....who's safe?  Why should the police be the only ones armed?  Concealed carry!  All the more reason to be armed!

Second Amendment Musings....

If the First Amendment read "A free press being necessary to the security of a free state, Congress shall make no law respecting . . . the freedom of speech, or of the press," nobody would argue that free speech belongs only to newspapers. Likewise, they should not argue that the right to keep and bear arms belongs only to government agents.

 

Chief Justice William Rehnquist, writing for the majority in U.S. v. Verdugo-Urquidez (1990), stated that the term "the people" has the same meaning in the First, Second, Fourth, Ninth and Tenth Amendments. All those five amendments in the Bill of Rights use the term "the people" to guarantee a right for individual citizens, not just some collective right of the state as a whole. There is no reason to believe that the Second Amendment uses the term "the people" differently from the other four amendments.

 

The claim that "militia" just refers to the National Guard is ridiculous. The same Congress that passed the Second Amendment also passed the Militia Act of 1792 which defined militia as "each and every able-bodied male citizen" from age 18 to 45 (with some exceptions) and stated that each one shall "provide himself" with a gun, ammunition, and a bayonet.

 

The currently effective Militia Act substantially keeps the same language ("all able-bodied males at least 17 years of age and . . . under 45"), and further defines militia as: "(1) the organized militia, which consists of the National Guard and the Naval Militia; and (2) the unorganized militia, which consists of the members of the militia who are not members of the National Guard or the Naval Militia." (10 U.S.C. 311)

 

Paper Tiger......music - whoop de doo....ChiCom Propaganda at the White House

So a Chinese pianist (pronounce it correctly - pi-an-ist - not penis even though we know he's a little prick) played an anti-American propaganda song from the Korean War while at the White House the other day.

You know - that's nice and all - poor taste and everything - but I don't think it's going to bring down America. If that's all you can do is squander your 15 minutes of fame to play a song in someone's house that sings about how you hate them and hope someone recognizes it and you get excited and snigger about it in the locker room- I mean - that's so facebook or junior high.  I always knew were superior to the commies - morally, intellectually, technologically - you name it and this just shows it again - never mind about everything good in the world has come primarily from Western Civilization while the claim they invented gunpowder and the Muslims claim they invented Arabic numerals which actually came from India.  

Besides - we don't have time to write, know or understand propaganda songs in the U.S.  They are meaningless to us.  While the Chinese and Koreans and other commies sit around singing about how great they are, the Americans are actually out kicking some ass and liberating countries and really doing something good in the world.  Songs are for loser regimes who have nothing else going for them.  So is communist socialism.  Though I imagine Obama knew the tune.....probably sang it in college. I'm sure we'll see camera footage of him tapping his foot to it and singing the words somewhere sometime.

At any rate - you know the guy was doing something in order to score something from his Dear Leader.  Maybe the little prick (pronounced short Chinese pianist) had his family in a death camp for accidentally googling Falun Gong or something and he was trying to win sympathy to get them out.

You'd think they'd be happy though - here's our Kenyan-in-Chief bending over yet again to kiss some commie leader's ass or smoke his whatever - I thought Obama was going to fix all this for us.   I thought everyone was going to love us when he became pres.   Either he lied - or the world is a little more complicated than the obamabots think or the democrat media isn't telling us the full story

late night humor & picture posts.....

Pray I don't alter it any further.......

I think I've posted this before but I could use the pick me up.....

Rejection Letter Rejection

Dear Hiring Manager,

Thank you  for your letter of March 1.  

After careful consideration, I regret to inform you that I am unable to accept your refusal to offer me a position in your department.

This year I have been particularly fortunate in receiving an unusually large number of rejection letters.  With such a varied and promising field of candidates, it is impossible for me to accept all refusals.

Despite your companies outstanding qualifications and previous experience in rejecting applicants, I find that your rejection does not meet my needs at this time.  Therefore, I will assume the position in your department this August.

I look forward to seeing you then.

Best of luck in rejecting future applicants.

Sincerely,
Interviewee

Congress Woman is Concealed Handgun Carrier.....

Well - this is interesting.  I do carry a concealed handgun myself but I don't tell people (except the world on my blog). 

http://www2.nbc17.com/news/2011/jan/21/rep-ellmers-plans-carry-handgun-ar-713460/

Part of the stratagem of carrying a concealed handgun is the element of surprise.  I don't know what good it does to tell everyone you're packing - but - anyways - this is interesting.....

Landing the space shuttle......

Back when I was young, I wanted to go into space.....I had my career all mapped out....God has taken me other places instead that are more meaningful than being in the air but I do miss it from when I learned to fly.....at any rate - I think if you get to fly this you've hit the top and there's nowhere else to go any higher.....this is a sweet video.

Southern Humor - Southern Jokes

Alabama

A group of Alabama friends went deer hunting and paired off in twos for the day.  That night, one of the hunters returned alone, staggering under the weight of an eight-point buck.  "Where's Henry?" the others asked.  "Henry had a stroke o' some kind.  He's a couple of miles back up the trail," the successful hunter replied.  "You left Henry layin' out there and carried the deer back?" they inquired.  "A tough call," nodded the hunter.  "But I figured no one's gonna  steal Henry!"

Georgia

The owner of a golf course in Georgia was confused about paying an invoice, so he decided to ask his secretary for some mathematical help.  He called her into his office and said, "Y'all graduated from the  University of Georgia and I need some help.  If I wuz to give yew $20,000, minus 14%, how much would you take off?"  The secretary thought a moment, and then replied, "Everthang but my earrings."

Louisiana

A senior citizen in Louisiana was overheard saying ... "When the end of the world comes, I hope to be in Louisiana."  When asked why, he replied, "I'd rather be in Louisiana 'cause everythang happens in Louisiana 20 years later than in the rest of the world."

Mississippi

The young man from Mississippi came running into the store and said to his buddy, "Bubba, somebody just stole your pickup truck from the parking lot!"  Bubba replied, "Did y'all see who it was?"  The young man answered, "I couldn't tell, but I got the license number."

North Carolina

A man in North Carolina had a flat tire, pulled off on the side of the road, and proceeded to put a bouquet of flowers in front of the car and one behind it.  Then he got back in the car to wait.  A passerby studied the scene as he drove by, and was so curious he turned around and went back.  He asked the fellow what the problem was.  The man replied, "I got a flat tahr."  The passerby asked, "But what's with the flowers?"  The man responded, "When you break down they tell you to put flares in the front and flares in the back.  I never did understand it neither."

   
Tennessee 

A Tennessee State trooper pulled over a pickup on I-65.  The trooper asked, "Got any ID?"  The driver replied, "Bout whut?"

Texas

The Sheriff pulled up next to the guy unloading garbage out of his pick-up into the ditch.  The Sheriff asked, "Why are you dumping garbage in the ditch?  Don't you see that sign right over your head." "Yep," he replied.  "That's why I'm dumpin' it here, 'cause it says: 'Fine For Dumping Garbage.' "

  ***

Y'all kin say whut y'all want 'about the South, but y'all never heard o' nobody retirin' an' movin' North.

OVER HALF of U.S. States Oppose Obamacare....

I wish Oregon was one of them.....but this looks promising.  They have gone back to 1799 to Thomas Jefferson to pull this one up! Nullify the thing!  If 27 states nullified the healthcare law??? Instant death to Obamacare.  http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2011/01/20/idaho-nullify-obamas-health-care-law/

Summer Mornings: A break from winter drudgery......

I just needed a break from the rain here......Its Oregon and it goes for months now here.....

real chicken.....

American Idol.....OMG!!!!! NO WAYYYYY!!!!

For those who have daughters who are girly-girls (I can see mine being like this but I won't be surprised if she's not.....she's pretty grounded......). LOL.  

Life in Portland.....CANT YOU READ?????

Portland is like a reader's or author's paradise. There are more books and periodical shops here than you'll ever be able to finish in five lifetimes....and it is some mark of sophistication and haute culture to be familiar with them all.....if you live downtown......so I don't know that this is really that FUNNY but it is making fun of the people who live here.....and it did make me laugh though it's over the top.....

I like this dad's style......

Teens.....

BUMPER STICKER TIME!!!!

This is one step up above "Bumper Sticker" - but I like the concept - if you have a ribbon.....you're a good person.   Does this mean if you have a bigger ribbon you are better than others?  Or a ribbon with glittery stuff? 

Illusory Instructions......

Since the news is essentially the same and I don't feel like expending precious brain cells used to become a doctor of psychology on commenting on the fraudulent idiocy that is Obama and the Democrat party....I'll instead post some wonderful instructions.......not that you'll use them, but maybe you'll enjoy them.  Maybe these or something like it are what the dems are handing out and calling obamacare.....

The history of medicine.......

      "My throat is hurting...."

       2000 BC : "eat this root"

       1200 AD : "That root is heathen, say this prayer."

       1500 AD : "That prayer is superstition, drink this elixir."

       1800 AD : "That elixir is snake oil, Take this pill."

       1900 AD : "That pill is      ineffective, Take this antibiotic."

       2000 AD : "That antibiotic is artificial! 
Here, why don't you eat this root?"

     

Photographer of Military Funerals Needs Help......

This is an acquaintance of mine - he attends and photographs every single funeral of our veterans here in the state of Oregon and around washington and sometimes Idaho.  He has documented every single casualty of the current wars on his webpages www.iraqwarheroes.com and www.afghanistanwarheroes.com.  http://blogs.wweek.com/news/2011/01/18/photographer-of-military-funerals-needs-help-to-continue-his-work/

Anyways, Q only is able to do his work off donations as his work is non-profit.  If you'd like to help remember those who have died in the service of their country, click one of the links above and you will find links to donate.  I've looked at Q's photography and he has some very impressive work - he posts regularly on his facebook page.

USA! USA! USA!

this is asking for it.....

CAREFUL!!!!!

We had to post the sign because of legal liabilities. Then OSHA told us we needed more signs and that one wasn't enough warming.

navy humor

Everything is possible........

I just liked this.....it was inspiring.....

Epic Nervous Breakdown.......

Would you want to be married to this? Or grow up with it? I would say "general anxiety disorder" maybe with OCD tendencies to start with......I would also suspect abuse in her childhood from some of her phraseology....maybe insecure attachment disorder traits.....

The only flowchart you will ever need.......

If you do this....you're good to go.....

Army Airborne Jump

random pics!

Choking my......

The gas is always at least half full

Thats......not a muppet in your engine....

I am your father..... "Noooooooooooooo!!!!"

its pretty.....

TSA Screening Pics (TSA - Tolerated Sexual Assault)

TSA: GOT SUED AND LOST!

http://www.thesmokinggun.com/documents/stupid/tsa-pays-breast-exposure-suit


So it is possible to sue the federal government and win.  This whole story is a tragedy and just goes to show how far we've fallen morally as a nation.  Public officers laughing about a woman's breasts exposed in public?  not cool.

Dr. Martin Luther King.......irrelevant anymore? Forgotten?

As MLK day approaches in the U.S. I have a couple thoughts.

I appreciate what Dr. King inspired.  His speech was absolutely amazing.  Listen to it. And then ask yourself - with all these race and minority and specialty groups hounding the way they do about equality while claiming special priveleges - did those groups realize Dr. Kings dream while screaming blasphemy if anyone doesn't really embrace MLK day?







I like what Rush suggested once - get rid of Black History Month and rename it Black Progress Month - so instead of focusing on bussing and segregation - we focus on the achievements of individuals such as Dr. George Washington Carver (THAT GUY WAS SMART!!!)

I have friends who are actually FROM Africa - I've translated for African refugees from Togo (They had a pretty intense war some years back and I speak french/english so I could translate for their famlies) - and others who are from America like me.  They are some amazing friends.  My friend Pat, U.S. marine - he's black - and he's scottish! Wears a kilt and can play the bagpipes - and a HARD CORE conservative like me - Miriam - from New Jersey - who doesn't tolerate the stupidity of racism - Ali - who's father is from Kenya I believe and Ali converted from Islam to the LDS faith and his wife who's wife is Scottish - have two BEAUTIFUL girls who my children just adore - and Justice, he's from South Africa.......noble and amazing people.

But it really angers me when these groups purport to speak for them - it really almost is as if those groups are so convinced of their own inferiority that they feel the only thing they have to stand on is the injustices of the past and to remind people of hate that once existed.  Those days - not entirely gone - but they aren't the norm anymore.  But really it seems to me that people like Reverend Wright and Jackson and Al Sharpton really don't have an idea of their own and can only capitalize on hate.

Is there hate?  Yes.  Is it true?  Yes.  Is it THE truth of the world?  No it's not.  I heard a former PLO terrorist converted to Christianity recently say on the radio say "America is the country where racism is discussed the most but it happens the least here."  AMEN.  That's the America I know.  One thing about America - we always ultimately do the right thing after failing at every other attempt (Winston Churchill said that).  I just think.....the civil rights leaders of today are holding us, holding THEM back and its time to move forward.

BUSY BUSY BUSY

I'm in the home stretch of having my papers submitted for my doctoral program - all due today.  I'm exhausted from working 16's just trying to get everything done.  I tend to be a perfectionist on things like this.

I don't write in my blog at all like I do for my college papers at all.  Well, sort of.  I go all "verbal vomit" and then go back and edit the heck out of everything.  In my blog I just do the verbal vomit but don't wipe up the mess.....

So - hopefully today I'll have that finished - I've been so exhausted I overslept this morning, was hoping to be back at it by 7 but just didn't work out that way.  It makes me wonder how the heck I did this as a nuke for the U.S. Navy in power school.....that was insane.

At any rate (one of my favorite phrases but I don't get to use it in doctoral applications) I'm about worn out.  Wish me luck. 

Useful Military Intelligence

"Aim towards the Enemy."
- Instruction printed on US Rocket Launcher

"When the pin is pulled, Mr. Grenade is not our friend."
- U.S. Army

"Cluster bombing from B-52s is very, very accurate. The bombs are guaranteed to always hit the ground."
- U.S.A.F. Ammo Troop

"If the enemy is in range, so are you."
- Infantry Journal

"A slipping gear could let your M203 grenade launcher fire when you least expect it. That would make you quite unpopular in what's left of your unit."
- Army's magazine of preventive maintenance.

"It is generally inadvisable to eject directly over the area you just bombed."
- U.S. Air Force Manual

"Try to look unimportant; they may be low on ammo."
- Infantry Journal

"Tracers work both ways."
- U.S. Army Ordnance

"Five-second fuses only last three seconds."
- Infantry Journal

"Bravery is being the only one who knows you're afraid."
- Col. David Hackworth

"If your attack is going too well, you're probably walking into an ambush."
- Infantry Journal

"No combat-ready unit has ever passed inspection."
- Joe Gay

"Any ship can be a minesweeper ... once."
- Anon

"Never tell the Platoon Sergeant you have nothing to do."
- Unknown Army Recruit

"Don't draw fire; it irritates the people around you."
- Your Buddies

(And lastly) "If you see a bomb technician running, try to keep up with him."
-- U.S.A. Ammo

Late night swiped offensive humor.....

When Titanic was about to sink, three people - an American, a Brit and a Frenchie were talking on board. Soon, the captain came and asked them to tighten their lifebelts and jump into life-boats. The Brit yelled "Women and children first". The American said "Screw the women and children!" and the Frenchie answered ".....do we have enough time left to do that?"

Bobby, a police officer, was sent to report on a severe bomb attack that took place in London. The place was full of dead bodies and body parts. He started making notes on the pieces. He came across a head and wrote in his notebook: "Head on bullevard". Then, he scratched out his spelling error.
Next, he wrote "Head on bouelevard." Again, he realized the spelling was incorrect and scratched it.
Now, he was irritated with spelling mistakes. He looked around and when nobody was looking at him, kicked the head and wrote "Head in gutter."

Brutus asked his grandfather, "Grandpa, how you become so rich?"
Grandpa: "Well, son, it was 1930 - time of the Great Depression. I was lost in financial crisis. I invested $10 in buying some chocolates. I sold them for $50. Again, next day I bought apples for $40 and sold them at a profit. I had made up roughly $40 in one week. In the meanwhile, my wife's father died and left us 100 million dollars."