No Matter What, Here We Stand! PSA: This blog is PG13 on it best damn days!
Yeah the site is but for myself I am unsure! Going through another round of chemical torture by the Doc and it has taken me most of a week and a half for my system to adjust.
Add into my problems that I have a problem with my wifes business e-mail server basically dying in it’s tracks and I just don’t have much energy left! Oh Well, if things go as normally I will slowly come back around to a semblance of humanity (jokes about my normal state may be inserted here) and begin to get some shit done.
The Fence Test
You can’t get any more accurate than this!
This is straight forward country thinking.. by Jeff Foxworthy
Which side of the fence? If you ever wondered which side of the fence you sit on, this is a great test!
If a Republican doesn’t like guns, he doesn’t buy one. If a Democrat doesn’t like guns, he wants all guns outlawed.
If a Republican is a vegetarian, he doesn’t eat meat. If a Democrat is a vegetarian, he wants all meat products banned for everyone.
If a Republican is homosexual, he quietly leads his life. If a Democrat is homosexual, he demands legislated respect.
If a Republican is down-and-out, he thinks about how to better his situation. If a Democrat is down-and-out he wonders who is going to take care of him.
If a Republican doesn’t like a talk show host, he switches channels. A Democrat demands that those they don’t like be shut down.
If a Republican is a non-believer, he doesn’t go to church. A Democrat non-believer wants any mention of God and religion silenced.
If a Republican decides he needs health care, he goes about shopping for it, or may choose a job that provides it. If a Democrat decides he needs health care, he demands that the rest of us pay for his.
If a Republican reads this, he’ll forward it so his friends can have a good laugh. A Democrat will delete it because he’s “offended”.
Instead of forwarding the mail I decided to publish instead.
I had nothing, so went hunting, and found this.
A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself. For the traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation, he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of the city, he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to fear.
~ Marcus Tullius Cicero (42B.C)
Thnx, and H/T to Sean Linnane over at Stormbringer; from which this was shamelessly
pirated, er, *ahem* borrowed.
I was browsing the web and found a really gret nature picture. It was a picture of a Cougar sleeping in a tree!
See It below the fold
I’ve got this short-story bugging me. My muse just won’t leave it alone.
Basic outline is:
Old Man. Who is a dragon in human form.
Lonely, neglected pre-teen girl.
Uncaring mother immersed in knitting, and hoarding knitting materiels.
Over-protective Uncle, who is a State Cop.
Girl begins to visit Old Man’s Garden.
They become friends.
Eventually, they come to love one another.
Foolishness insues; in the form of “Meet the Dragon”, which escalates to Dragon rides.
The girl, bullied at school, begins to talk about ‘her dragon’.
Eventually, her adamant insistence of it’s reality brings the attention of the authorities.
Child Welfare get involved.
At the girl’s competency hearing, an Old Man is a surprise witness for the Defense.
Only one way to prove the Girl sane.
Draconian mayhem insues!
Recon it’s worth writing? Any reader interest in such a story?
Outlaw Don had a comment the other day defining types of Muslims. While browsing the Intertubes the other night lo and behold I found a poster for it.
Now you may not know it but I was violently opposed to Islam long before 9/11. Over the course of the next few days I will outline how I became that way as well as my personal designation as a “Born Again Agnostic”. It should be an interesting ride.
Yeah, I know it’s 9/11. I got nothin’, on account I been busier than a mad Injun running
to shit with a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest strapped to his back.
Old Dog: Check your IM, left a message.
In the interest of Political Correctness, if anyone is offended by the above euphemistic
analogy, I suggest they find solace by anally ravaging themselves with a splintered fence-
post wrapped in rusty barbed wire lubed with battery acid.
There. I hope the overly-sensitive are mollified.
My daily schedule is still fucked up but a day like today drags my butt out. Thirteen years ago today the Islamic Goat fuckers hit the US hard and now they are screwing around in the middle east again.
Of course the Dumbfuck in the White House had this to say about the Goat Fuckers.
Now before you start the name calling and evaluations of his stupidity let me remind you once more of the only promise he has ever kept.
Ignorant or stupid, I think not! If indeed his intent is to degrade and wither the USA, what the fuck would he do differently????
Stopped in a local gin-mill the other day. There were a few younger guys there;
guess what the topic of conversation was about?
Smartphones. That’s right, smartphones.
Now, back in the day, a bunch of guys in a bar would talk about guns, hunting,
fishing, dogs, trucks, tractors, hot cars and hot women.
Now it’s fucking smartphones.
When in hell did the collective sex-change operation happen?
Pardon me, but had to get that out of my craw. Was making me sick.
First off I found this one for a quick chuckle!
Then I ran across the real gut buster! The title is “Holder comes to St. Louis”.
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Despite some rumors to the contrary I AM still around, just a little bit worse for the wear!
Right after my last post I woke up the second morning thereafter thinking that it would be really great to breathe without sounding like a damn old steam locomotive. A quick trip to the Doc and congratulations, you are the proud owner of an Upper Respiratory Infection (URI). Now I have had URIs before but nothing like this mother!!
It seems that my previous excursions into the medical world had left my immune system slightly compromised, like knocked down in the dirt! Hello Hospital Bed!
Now only a couple of days with IV tubes in both arms pushing high volumes of exotic antibiotics and I am back at home! Of course at home flat on my back with a shitload of pills three times per day! This was a large enough volume of crap that I had to force myself to eat to try to get some strength.
Now anybody out there know the effect on the body of REALLY GOOD antibiotics? For those who do not let me just say they sent me home to save on their toilet paper bill!!! I actually caught up on my reading while sitting for long periods upon the throne.
I have gotten to the point where they have dialed down the dosage rate and my innards are starting to return to normal and I am regaining some strength. So hopefully I can get some output going as soon as I quit trying to set the worlds record for hours asleep.