Sigh

Dammit.

The world was supposed to end.

Again.

Can't count on...

Shit to be true.

Idiots.

Dammit. Fuck.

Friday The Thirteenth

Yesterday was an interesting day. First, I was playing a casual game of poker and the youngsters come home. My daughter informs me that Yabu Jr. told her he was going to emancipate himself so that he could move to Texas and move in with his Grandma. What? I can poke several holes in that plan, number one being that he didn't have enough sense to not throw a can of butane into a fire and the resulting mayhem, so therefore he isn't qualified to take care of himself. Instead, I googled it, and google told him he had to be at least 14. Second of all, his grandma is 88 years old and looking after a teenage boy isn't exactly on her bucket list. Been there, done that.

Then, I go to Wallyworld. That was my first mistake, I suppose, but hey, there were a few beverages we needed for the weekend, and they do sell beer as well as soda.

Right before I left, there was a wicked wind that blew up. It looked like a tornado tried to form right in our yard. Someone that lives nearby said they saw one down the road a ways, but none of the sirens went off. It picked up all the newly mown grass and deposited it right on the black car sitting in the backyard.

The Senior Chief was down in the pine stand when it blew and he came up and said maybe he'd light the fire here in a minute.

The sun came back out, and I went on my way.

When I got home, Yabu Jr. informed me I needed to go down to the fire pit and check out the mayhem down that way.

As you can see from the picture, one of my gorgeous Georgia Pines came down. On the car. That one was due for the junkyard anyway, but it surely was everybody's favorite car. The Senior Chief ALMOST got it moved in time. We had been talking about it for awhile, but didn't get a round tuit.

He had taken the air compressor down there to fill up the tires, put it in neutral and roll it forward about 6 feet. He got around to the passneger side and it started coming down. He stood there and watched it. He said it didn't really make any noise until it popped the windows out of the car.

All in all, more excitement around here. Which I really, really could do without.

Bitches and their Durangos

Let me tell ya, I am so sick of those Durangos, Hummers, Escalades and that type of person that drives those.

You know the ones I mean, the ones that use their big assed vehicle to bully you.

I had an incident with one of those this afternoon that has left me livid.

I was coming out of the bank turning right. Right there is an intersection with a light. The light was green when I started making my turn, but halfway through, it turned red which left me half in and half out of the parking lot. My front wheels were on the road and I was obviously occupying that space. For about 1/4 of Cowboy.

Along comes this bitch in her Durango. Beeps her horn at me. I pull up another inch...she pulls up...I keep on the gas and I pull up a little more...and then she just pulls on up until her fucking Durango is parked on MY car.

I can't even make this shit up. She just decided I wasn't going...even though I was already there...and parked her Durango on my car. And who gets the ticket. Why..Me of course. The cop lady told me that I should go on and tell the judge. And not in a mean way. I know she believed me. They tell you that you can pay those things but she said that I might just want to talk to the judge. She was actually pretty cool. She laughed at me because I have to be up on the wheel so far.

Man, I'm pissed though. I'm fighting this ticket for all that I'm worth...without hiring a lawyer. God, I hate a bully. And she thinks she got away with something.

May 1, 2011

Not a good day for rat bastard dictators who want to commit genocide. Kind of like the Ides of March.

Hell maybe we should make it official. From here on out, May 1 is known as National If You Fuck With Us We WilL Hunt You Down Like The Dog You Are.

Nah. Too much of an insult to dogs. I actually love dogs.

Make no mistake about it. I cracked a beer and saluted the SEALS, and did a little dance.

To this song. I don't know why I couldn't just post it at the top. Sigh. Whatever.

Anyway, I am a happy camper. As Yabu says, in the long run, it's just a drop in the bucket...it won't really make a difference. Maybe he's right. In the short run, it does make a difference. And if you never forget, then it makes a difference. Just because we got the bastards does not mean the war is over, though. It won't be over until it's over. We're 2000 years and counting, so I'm not really holding my breath. We cannot just let them take over though. It's wrong.

Each small victory equals winning the war. You collect enough small victories over a short enough period of time, and then the odds change in your favor. Each small victory, and Bin Laden wasn't small. Each victory impels you too work harder, keep trying, keep hoping, keep fighting because it's the right thing to do.

This Sept. 11th is going to be different. Maybe now we can grieve for our loss of innocence on that day. There's a lot of small town America left. The small town hasn't lost it's appeal to a lot of folks. Those are the people that the attacks on Sept. 11th riled up. What do you mean that Mr. and Mrs. Joe Jones from whatever small town he lives in across the country..that God fearing couple that has the white picket fence, and goes to church every Sunday, Wednesday and sometimes Thursday. The Muslims hate THOSE people. They hate the very values which America is founded upon.

They hate small town America. That's just crazy. And to attack New York City, which is one of the cities most representative of America. The cultural diversity that lives in the big cities is pretty awesome. And for the most part, the level of scum isn't what it is in those countries that hate us.

I think the only ones who can really help are the Muslim Americans, and the peaceful Muslims across the world. They are there. They are going to have to pick a side and stand and fight. The young college kids that are American, and Muslim, are being interviewed here and there, and they are saying for their people of origin to just stop. It's lunacy. They are mostly tearing up their own stuff and hurting no one but themselves.

Can you believe that the house Osama was living in was a mansion? Poor bastards. I'm glad he's gone. Some people just do not deserve to live on this earth. He is in good company with Hitler. Fuck that not celebrating. I am glad he's gone, and I say we should dance in the streets. Why not? Sometimes, you have to communicate in the way some would understand in order to get their attention.

And fuck that Obama stuff. Look, I'm starting to feel sorry for the guy. I mean, look at how much he's aged in 2 years. We were right, he wasn't experienced enough for the job, but he is a pretty quick learner I think. He learned right away that Gitmo was necessary and you don't see any more talk of that shutting down, do you? I'm sure it's been pointed out only a few million times that the methods he said he was going to put an end to is what gained us this information. If he read G. W.'s book, he got a pretty damn good explanation as to why it's effective, and not as bad as it sounds. Let me tell ya something. Waterboarding is not torture. It's an interrogation method. There is a huge difference. Because most involved in any kind of intelligence job know that torture is an ineffective way of extracting information. People will tell you whatever you want to hear in order to make it stop. There are many interrogation methods, sensory deprivation being pretty effective as well. The whole name of the game is to get accurate, reliable information. Seems to me like it works pretty well, considering we got the bastard.

I'm not sad one bit. I'm so damn happy, words aren't even enough. Hell yeah! GO NAVY!!!!!