Friday, July 31, 2009

My New Header

What do you think of my new header? That is the ship on which I served, but it is not there for me. I wanted something to honor the 74 soles lost of 3 June, 1969, and to keep their memory alive. So I sent out feelers. The lovely and talented Hope, of Hope Radio (on my blog roll) took the time away from her huge task of raising four kids and doing milsupport for a number of Army and Marine personal, notable America’s 1st Sergeant (3rd Marines/3 Battalion (America’s Battalion) Marines in Iraq, at Castra Pretoria, also on my blog role.

I have never ask you guys for money or anything other than to vote for Dr. Amber’s group (she came in 3rd in the state and 126 in the nation, thanks to your efforts) but I will let you know that Hope does a huge selfless service by sending brownies, fans, crock pots, personal hygiene products and other items to help fight the heat those guys suffer from, and the majority of the expenses comes out of her own pocket. So if you have some loose cash (not likely in these stressful times, I know) and would like to help out our boys in harms way, go see her and click on her donation site. She could use the help. And don’t forget the 74 lost soles and their families. You can read about them at USSFEE.org.

Anchors Away…

AUSTRALIAN SINGERS TRIBUTE TO THE USA MILITARY

***Okay peeps. How do I make the comments section show up at the bottom?***

I was going to post another of the jokes I found in an old file while cleaning out my filing cabnet. But my buddy from Chicago, Quarter Master Chuck, sent this tribute to our guys and gals in the military. It is just too powerful not to pass on, so if any of you wish to do it, be my guest.
AUSTRALIAN SINGERS TRIBUTE TO THE USA MILITARY

This is about US servicemen and women:


So A Big THANK YOU goes out from me to the people down under. I'll have a pint of FOSTERS in your honor tonight.

Friday is the day of wearing of the RED in support of the troops. I have on a Red Shirt today, and having a ‘Thank You’ drink in appreciation and respect seems appropriate. Goodday, Mate!

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Who Is Obama?

Barack Obama is less of a person than an image, a brand. People see whatever they want just as they do on a Rorschach test. But does anyone really know him?

In fact, he is:

--An empty suit.
--A man with no birth certificate.
--A man who was deserted in childhood by his biological father.
--A man whose birth records, both in the United States and Kenya, are sealed by government order.
--A man whose childhood mentor, Frank Marshall Davis, spied on U.S. military installations in Hawaii for the Soviet Union, edited a communist newspaper, authored pornographic novels, and wrote poetry in praise of Joseph Stalin.
--A man mentored by and still supported by radical Muslims.
--A man who promised transparency in government, but has spent over a million dollars in legal fees hiding information that would determine his eligibility to be President.
--A former drug user.
--A man whose academic records are sealed from kindergarten through law school.
--A man who arrived in New York in June of 1981 without enough money to get a hotel room, but one month later flew to Indonesia and Pakistan. Why did he go? Who paid his expenses?
--A man who traveled to Pakistan when it was illegal for U.S. citizens to do so. So what country’s passport did he use?
--A man whose Law School Admission Test scores and grades at Columbia University are known to have been mediocre, but was admitted to Harvard Law School through the intervention of a Saudi named Khalid al-Mansour.
--A law review editor who never published an article in any law review.
--A lawyer with no significant accomplishments in the law and no reputation in the legal community.
--A former State and U.S. Senator, who never authored a piece of legislation.
--A disciple of the Marxist Saul Alinsky.
--A product of the Chicago political machine the most corrupt political organization in America.
--A man who selects Marxists, corrupt politicians, and criminals as his close political associates and personal friends.
--A man whose presidential candidacy was endorsed by the Democratic Socialists of America, the Socialist International, and the Workers International League.
--A man lauded for the literary brilliance of two memoirs, both of which were ghostwritten by others.
--A so-called Christian who says that knowing when human life begins is above his pay-grade, but somehow knows that abortion is permissible at any stage.
--A man who thinks waterboarding is immoral, but that partial-birth abortion is moral.
--A man who publicly laments slavery in America which was abolished 150 years ago but praises Islam, which still practices both slavery and the sexual mutilation of young girls.
--A man who speaks endlessly about helping the less fortunate, but gives almost none of his sizeable income to charity not even to his half-brother, who is living in squalor in Kenya.
--A man who had the most left-wing voting record in the United State Senate, but was predicted by the press to govern from the middle.
--A man who has never created a job, met a payroll, or even operated a lemonade stand, but wants to tell Detroit how to make cars.
--A President who has never before served as an executive in either the private or the public sector.
--A Commander-in-Chief who doesn’t know how to shoot a rifle, throw a hand-grenade, drive a tank, fly a plane, or con a ship.
--A Commander-in-Chief who has publicly divulged some of our nation’s most important intelligence secrets.
--A man who has been put in charge of the largest economic engine that ever existed, but has never invested in the stock market and admits total ignorance of it.
--A President who says that science will guide his administration, but has no education in the sciences.
--A man who is proficient in reading what is written for him on a teleprompter, but jerks and stammers his way through any off-the-cuff speaking.
--A man whose health records are sealed from childhood to the present day.
--A man whose educational records are sealed from childhood through law school.
--A man who spent 20 years in a church whose pastor espouses Marxist Liberation Theology, anti-Americanism, anti-capitalism, and anti-Semitism, but claims he never heard his pastor utter anti-American and anti-Semitic statements.
--A man who added more to the National Debt in 100 days than all other Presidents did in the past 220 years, yet feels qualified to lecture Americans about fiscal responsibility.
--A man who publicly expressed disdain for the20U.S. Constitution on a Chicago radio station because it limited the governments ability to redistribute wealth.
--The first American President to bow before a foreign head of state a Muslim dictator.
--A man who sits and listens submissively while his country is castigated by Daniel Ortega a Communist thug whose own daughter accused him of raping her.
--A narcissist who gave the Queen of England a present from the United States --an iPod containing recordings of his own speeches.
--A so-called Christian who officially declared “Gay Pride Month” for a lifestyle that the Bible calls an abomination.
--A man who wanted Americans to ignore his Muslim name during his election campaign, yet boasts of his Muslim name when he travels to Muslim countries.
--A man who can name hundreds of America’s shortcomings, yet none of its great accomplishments.
--A President who claims the moral high ground by closing Gitmo yet supports the transfer of terror suspects to countries where horrific torture is certain.
--A President who scoffed at being called a socialist yet acted to nationalize the auto industry, the banking industry, and the insurance industry . . . and now seeks to nationalize the healthcare industry.
--A President who violates private property rights, the sanctity of contracts, and the rule of law three essential principles that go back over a thousand years in the Common Law tradition.
--A man who promised 95% of all Americans a tax cut, but is increasing taxes on 100% of the population through inflation, the cruelest tax of all.
--A lawyer who represented ACORN an organization now indicted in several states for voter fraud whose stated goal is to get as many people on welfare as possible in order to destroy our financial system.
--A President who cheated GM’s bondholders by giving their property to the UAW in a political payoff.
--An American President who frequently criticizes his own country when speaking in foreign countries, but never praises America’s generosity, goodness or greatness.
--A President whose Secretary of the Treasury cheated on his taxes as did several other appointees and advisors.
--A President who, despite the current federal debt of 100 trillion dollars, wants to add the greatest debt ever by nationalizing healthcare.
--A President who scoffs at being called a socialist yet has appointed 28 Czars to circumvent constitutional government, including:
A Science Czar who has advocated compulsory abortions for American women and the surrender of sovereignty to a comprehensive Planetary Regime.
A self-professed communist as his Green Jobs Czar.
A Pay Czar to regulate the pay of corporate executives.
--A President who swore an oath to preserve, protect and defend the constitution from all enemies, foreign and domestic, yet has nominated a domestic enemy of the Constitution to the Supreme Court.
--A President whose Homeland Security Chief classified pro-lifers, veterans, and supporters of traditional marriage as terrorists.
--A President who stood silent while the Iranian government hacked unarmed protestors to death with axes, because it was an internal matter, but freely offers his opinions about the internal affairs of Israel and Honduras.
--A President who decreed that true acts of terrorism must now be described as man-made disasters.
--A President who cracks hurtful jokes about Special Olympians.
--A President who refused to intercept or inspect a North Korean ship virtually certain to be carrying Weapons of Mass Destruction to Burma.
--A President who wants to cancel all missile defenses while rogue nations are developing long-range ballistic missiles.
--An American President who blames the violence in Mexico on America.
--A Commander in Chief who claims to have been unaware that Air Force One was taken on a terrifying, low-level photo-op over Manhattan.
--A President who berates American CEOs for flying in private planes at private expense on company business, but whose wife spends hundreds of thousands tax payer dollars flying to Paris for a shopping spree.
--A President who promised a transparent administration, but requires all questions be screened before impromptu appearances.
--A man who freely admitted that his energy policies are designed to bankrupt the American coal industry.
--A President who has presided over the loss of 14.7 million jobs and whose energy policy will cause the loss of another 1 million jobs.
--A President whose energy policy will increase the average American’s utility bills by over $2,000 a year in the middle of the Great Recession.
--A man about whom liberal journalist Tom Brokaw said, There’s a lot about him we don’t know. . . .just one week before the election.


The vast majority of Americans do not know who he is, but someone surely does.

Someone paid for his travel expenses to Pakistan and Indonesia.
Someone engineered legal challenges to all of his election opponents for the State Senate and had them disqualified.

Someone straightened and leveled his path to the U.S. Senate when a Democrat Judge made public the child custody records of his Republican opponent.

When he was a candidate for the U.S. Senate, someone arranged for him to speak at the 2004 Democratic National Convention. Someone saw to it that all of his records were sealed, both at home and abroad.

Someone assembled the massive organization for his run for the Presidency.

Someone knows all about him.

Who? I bet it wasn't a freedom loving American.

Victoria's Secret No No's

 

Ten Things Men Shouldn't Say Out Loud In Victoria Secret

#10 Does this come in children's sizes?

#9 No Thanks. Just Sniffing.

#8 I'll be in the dressing room going blind.

#7 Mom will love this.

#6 Oh the size won't matter. She's inflatable.

#5 No need to warp it. I'll eat it here.

#4 Will you model this for me?

#3 The Miracle What? This is better than world peace.

#2 Fourtyfive bucks?? You're just gonna end up NAKED anhyway!!!

And the number one thing a man should never say out loud in Victoria's Secret

#1 Oh, honey; you'll never squeeze your ass into that.

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Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Obama's Dreadful Early Days

 
Via Drudge comes Camille Paglia's exasperation with Barack Obama and his churlish retinue:
Obama's staffing problems are blatant—from that bleating boy of a treasury secretary to what appears to be a total vacuum where a chief of protocol should be. There has been one needless gaffe after another—from the president's tacky appearance on a late-night comedy show to the kitsch gifts given to the British prime minister, followed by the sweater-clad first lady's over-familiarity with the queen and culminating in the jaw-dropping spectacle of a president of the United States bowing to the king of Saudi Arabia. Why was protest about the latter indignity confined to conservatives? The silence of the major media was a disgrace. But I attribute that embarrassing incident not to Obama's sinister or naive appeasement of the Muslim world but to a simple if costly breakdown in basic command of protocol.

And from a fellow concerned citized who email this to me:

Observations on the President's Early Days:
1. Offended the Queen of England.
2. Bowed to the King of Saudi Arabia.
3. Praised the Marxist Daniel Ortega.
4. Kissed Hugo Chavez on the cheek.
5. Endorsed the Socialist Evo Morales of Bolivia.
6. Announced we would meet with Iranians with no pre-conditions.
7. Gave away billions to AIG also without pre-conditions.
8. Expanded the bailouts.
9. Insulted everyone who has ever loved a Special Olympian.
10. Doubled our national debt.
11. Announced a termination of the space defense system the day after the North Koreans launched an ICBM.
12. Despite the urgings of his own CIA director and the prior 4 CIA directors, released information on intelligence gathering.
13. Accepted without public comment the fact that five of his cabinet members cheated on their taxes and two others withdrew after they couldn't take the heat.
14. Appointed a Homeland Security Chief who quickly identified as "dangers to the nation", groups including veterans of the military, and opponents to abortion on demand, and who ordered that the word "terrorism" no longer be used but instead referred to such acts as "man made disasters."
15. Circled the globe so he could openly apologize for America 's greatness.
16. Told the Mexican President that the violence in their country was because of us.
17. Politicized the census by moving it into the White House from its Department of Commerce origins.
18. Appointed as Attorney General the man who orchestrated the forced removal and expulsion from America to Cuba of a nine-year old whose mother died trying to bring him to a life of freedom in theUnited States.
19. Salutes as heroes three Navy SEALS who took down three terrorists who threatened one American life and the next day announces members of the Bush administration will likely stand trial for "torturing" a terrorist who had played a part in killing 3000 Americans by pouring water up his nose.
20. Air Force One over New York City.
21. Sent his National Defense Advisor to Europe to assure Europe that the US will no longer treat Israel in a special manner and they might be on their own with the Muslims.
22. Began the process of nationalizing the Auto Industry and the Insurance industry.
23. Announced that for all intents and purposes the Health Insurance Industry will be nationalized.

1360 more days to go... God help us all!

So...how's this 'Change You Can Count On' working for you now, Comrad?
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Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Here's To Blowing Smoke

This is another installment in my attempt to educate you in the things less important for survival. It might help you out in a Trivial Pursuit game, or win you some money in a bar contest. But that's about it.
 

You can click on it to bigger size it. I wish men could do that, too.

You'r welcome!
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Monday, July 27, 2009

Camel Toe For You

For you single ladies out there, this post is for you in hopes it will enhance your chances of finding that certain someone.

After all, you already wear eye shadow, eye liner, eye lashes, lipstick, powder, foundation and support garments designed by an MIT graduates and a Mr. T starter kit in baubles. All a man needs is Viagra or Extenze.

It is the perfect accoutrement to your tennis shorts, swim suit, and those stretch pants worn by women who have no business showing belly hangover, cellulite bumps and whale tails.

 

 

Your are welcome!
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Click to bigger size. I wish that worked for men...

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Senior Love Making Tips

 
"Now I said roll over, dammit"

Ten Love Making Tips For Seniors:

1. Wear your glasses. Make sure your partner is actually in the bed.

2. Set timer for 3 minutes, in case you doze off in the middle.

3. Set the mood with lighting. (Turn them ALL OFF!)

4. Make sure you put 911 on your speed dial before you begin.

5. Write partner's name on your hand in case you can't remember.

6. Keep the PolyGrip close by so your teeth don't end up under the bed.

7. Have Tylenol ready in case you actually complete the act.

8. Make all the noise you want... The neighbors are deaf too.

9. If it works, call everyone you know with the good news.

10. Don't even think about trying it twice.
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Thursday, July 23, 2009

What If...

From My Friend Cindy...
 

If George W. Bush had given Gordon Brown a set of inexpensive and incorrectly formatted DVDs, when Gordon Brown had given him a thoughtful and historically significant gift, would you have approved?

If George W. Bush had given the Queen of England an iPod containing videos of his speeches, would you have thought this embarrassingly narcissistic and tacky?

If George W. Bush had bowed to the King of Saudi Arabia, would you have approved?

If George W. Bush had visited Austria and made reference to the non-existent "Austrian language," would you have brushed it off as a minor slip?

If George W. Bush had filled his cabinet and circle of advisers with people who cannot seem to keep current on their income taxes, would you have approved?

If George W. Bush had been so Spanish illiterate as to refer to "Cinco de Cuatro" in front of the Mexican ambassador when it was the fourth of May (Cuatro de Mayo), and continued to flub it when he tried again, would you have winced in embarrassment?

If George W. Bush had misspelled the word advice would you have hammered him for it for years like Dan Quayle and potatoe as "proof" of what a dunce he is?

If George W. Bush had burned 9,000 gallons of jet fuel to go plant a single tree on "Earth Day", would you have concluded he's a hypocrite?

If George W. Bush's administration had okayed Air Force One flying low over millions of people followed by a jet fighter in downtown Manhattan causing widespread panic, would you have wondered whether they actually "get" what happened on 9-11?

If George W. Bush had been the first President to need a teleprompter installed to be able to get through a press conference, would you have laughed and said this is more proof of how inept he is on his own and is really controlled by smarter men behind the scenes?

If George W. Bush had failed to send relief aid to flood victims throughout the Midwest with more people killed or made homeless than in New Orleans, would you want it made into a major ongoing political issue with claims of racism and incompetence?

If George W. Bush had ordered the firing of the CEO of a major corporation, even though he had no constitutional authority to do so, would you have approved?

If George W. Bush had proposed to double the national debt, which had taken more than two centuries to accumulate, in one year, would you have approved?

If George W. Bush had then proposed to double the debt again within 10 years, would you have approved?

If George W. Bush had reduced your retirement plan's holdings of GM stock by 90% and given the unions a majority stake in GM, would you have approved?

If George W. Bush had spent thousands of dollars to take Laura Bush to a play in NYC, would you have approved?

So, tell me again, what is it about Obama that makes him so brilliant and impressive? Can't think of anything? Don't worry. He's done all this in 5 months -- so you'll have three years and seven months to come up with an answer.

Naïve, misinformed voters with no common sense did this to themselves and the rest of us. Ignorance is wide spread.

Americans better start waking up and realizing that being cool does not qualify one to be President.
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Obam Is Just Not That Important

From a few post ago where I was whining about having no passion anymore. Well, we did decide that I do have a passion for my grandkids. But I have another passion. Living in a free country. And to that cause I will fight, blog and email about this Socialist Joker we have in Washington and the fools who cow toe to his every whim.

I do have the pleasure to report out that his approval rating is now LOWER than the worst President to ever serve in office, Jimmy ‘The Dictator Loving’ Carter. Now all you people who jumped on the ‘Lets Make History By Electing The First Black President In History Because I Am So Cool And Unprejudiced’ band wagon are having serious doubts about what you did. He is killing us in the world's eyes. They have no respect for a country’s leader who apologizes for his country’s actions. He is just not as important to REAL world leaders (except the despots in South America and Cuba) and does not have the respect HE thinks he has. Watch the two videos below to see how other countries view him and his self importance.

On Obama's first visit in the Middle East to Saudi Arabia, this video of him on the "Welcome Line" with King Abdullah. BTY, how come no one is bowing to the King? Didn't his handlers say it was the proper thing to do to royalty of other countries? I guess the other royal people didn't get the same message.


Found on MSNBC.

Here is President Obama (who said he made great strides at this meeting), the leader of the free world, coming out of the meeting with the Russians and no one seems to want to shake his hand. MSNBC said nothing about it but I found it amazing.



This is also a must see. How stupid can our elected officials be. Liberalism JUST DOES NOT WORK.


And, finally, for those of you who do not indulge in the things that make our coutry great, here is a video for you:


Later, Peeps!

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Stevie Wonder on Michael Jackson

Stevie Wonder Wrote A Powerful Message on Michael Jackson’s Death…

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Deep stuff, eh?
I nearly cried when he said “. .. . . . .. .. … .. ... . . ..... ....”

Monday, July 20, 2009

My Grandkids

***Update*** J-Man is home and very sore, but in great spirits - as I knew he would be. He woke up with a joke to the nurse who was checking his bandages. He only slightly grimaces when he has to move his legs, but he sucks it up. He is truly an inspiration to me.

Thank you all for your comments and prayers. He deserves them.

 
My hero, J-Man.
 
My little horse lady, Bug.

Let me explain.

It’s been a year now and my grandson will have his surgery today to remove the screws and plates in his legs. This time it is much simpler than the last time.

J-Man was ‘pidgin-toed’ and it bothered him very much. My ex’s husband is a Shiner and sponsored him as a candidate to the Shiners’ Scottish Rite Hospital for Children in Greenville, NC. He was accepted and had surgery on both legs. They opened his thighs from just below the hip to just above his knees, cut his thigh bones in half, turned his lower legs untill the feet were straight, and then put plates and screws in to hold them in place.

It was very painful for the little dude, but he sucked it up and was a true trooper. As were most of the kids there. If you want true inspiration and witness true courage, go to the Children’s Hospital. But the medical angles there were in love with him. He kept his humor and was an inspiration to me.

He could not put any weight on his legs for six weeks, which means he lived in a wheel chair and have someone pick him up to go to bed or ride in the car the whole time. But now is the time to take the hardware out. However, the biggest news came from his workup. He is now 5’5” tall and, wait for it, he weighs 103lbs. He finally broke the triple digit weight number. He is like his Paw Paw. I looked like I had just come out of Dachau when I was his age.

I think we are going to drive up there (MeMaw, me and Bug) tonight so we can see him before he goes in for the procedure in the morning.

And Bug is another story. My very talented artist and creative writer, Me Maw, gave Bug a book THAT she is putting together. Bug is a horse girl. She loves horses. So Judy is writing a book for her about a little girl (whose name is Bug’s name spelled backward) and a magic horse that lives in a cave. She gave Bug the first chapter, complete with pictures on every page that actually followed the plot, for her eleventh birthday, and will add a chapter on every special occasion.

So Bug got on the computer last night and started her own book. She would find a picture of a horse and write a little history or fact about the horse breed. She is writing it for her MeMaw and titled her book, “Judy’s Horse Information Book”

The first page was a picture of an Appaloosa and she wrote, “The Appaloosa’s history all started with the American Indians. All the appaloosas were used for battle with other tribes. The only horse to race in the breed of appaloosa was a horse named Pamaloosa.” There were pages of entries like the Lipizzaner Stallions, Mustangs, and others. But the one that really got a smile out of me (actually I had to excuse myself to go to the bathroom so I could laugh without her being offended) was her entry about the Clydesdales. “Clydesdales are draft horses. They are very, very strong. If they can carry a wagon they can carry anything. Plus they are very beautiful horses. If they were men all of them would be taken already. This is how beautiful and strong they are.”

God I love those kids.
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Saturday, July 18, 2009

What's Your Opinion

A few post ago I talked about what to do when you couldn’t talk to anyone. I got some good advice and I even believe some of you were sincere. I don’t like to talk about my problems and concerns because I was raise to believe that you worked on or solved your own problems because nobody really gives a shit about your stuff. They are trying to deal with their own problems. But this time I am going to talk to you peeps, because I want to know if it is just me with these feelings or do y’all experience them, too. Am I really nuts or just sharing the same feeling as some of you.

For around two years I have had these feelings and I couldn’t put a finger on what was bother me. Sometimes I would feel so sad and other times I would get into a dark mood with self doubt and self pity. I could never figure out why they would come along. Something inside be was kicking them off, but what?

Being the private ass-hole that I am, I couldn’t talk about it. Judy would notice and ask what was wrong, but I couldn’t tell her because I didn’t know. She wouldn’t know what to say or do because she sees the world through rose colored glasses and does not understand depression at all.

Over the past couple of months two guys I went to high school with passed away. Their dying didn’t bother me. They were not my friends in school, we were just on the same football team and had a few classes together. I didn’t even practically like the fuckers. So their death didn’t bother me, but the fact that they are my age did. But I didn’t know why.

Then I met this lady. We have know about each other through mutual friends for awhile, but had not talked to each other. Then one day we were talking and it was wonderful. We laughed and played around and talked and talked. She made me happy and feel worthy again. No! Nothing physical. I’ve never even held her hand or touched her. I can’t imagine she would ever want to because she is so beautiful and sexy, and I am old enough to be her father. But she did make me feel that I still might have a little something left that could please a woman. But things were so nice I guess that would have been the next progression. However, we just talked, and it was wonderful.

She confided some things to me, some of her darkest secrets. I would talk to her about the stuff, laugh with her, get mad at her and yell at her and worry about her feelings. And I though, this just might be someone I could tell what I am thinking and feeling. I did, and POW, things changed. She cooled off toward me. I felt that she lost some of the respect for me. She knows that will go to my grave without telling anyone the things she confided to me, but I think I lost a little stature in her eyes.

But she did do one thing that helped me. She was able to give me a name to what was bothering me. In a word, it is LOSS.

I have lost a lot of things over the years and did not consciously know how much they affected me. I have lost passion. I have no passion for anything anymore. No work, no hobbies, no nothing. Well, I do have a passion about my grandkids, and for my Country and fighting Socialism and Obama-Lama, but that is a whole different topic. But nothing else exciting that makes me want to sleep in a hurry so I can get up and do it again.

I have lost the desire to compete. I have always wanted to be the best. To be in the game. To be a competitor. I was such a competitor that I would come in first, third and fifth in a jack-off contest. But I don’t do anything that I have to try to outdo anyone anymore.

I have lost excellent health, hair, eye sight, teeth and hearing, not to mention stamina.

I have lost friends.

I have lost a bit of confidence. I know I have stuff to offer people. I can be a good friend or a horrible enemy. But I’m not that sure anyone wants my friendship. I wouldn’t if I were someone else.

There are other things, but you get the idea. It’s the loss of things in my life that will probably never return. I am fighting the sensation now of feeling like I am whining and being a bore, but I am not looking for sympathy. I am looking for answers.

Are my feelings of loss normal? I’ve never been old before, so this is all new to me. And most of you have never been old before either, but do any of you have any of the feelings of loss? Am I really nuts or am I just going through another phase like a later version of mid-life crises?

I am a true Libra, too. I see both sides of stuff. With all the dark feelings, I also love to look at the sky, and the mountains. I love the rain and storms and anything to do with nature. I have Judy and the family. I know I have a lot in my life to be thankful for, and I am. But these losses are really bothering me.

I am sorry to say all this shit, and I promise you I will never bore you with anything like this again. I will go back to the jokes and hating socialism and Obama soon, but now I would really like to know your opinions. I mean an honest opinion.

This Can't End Good

 
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Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

What Do You Do?

Okay guys! The pity fest is over. I'm back to my asshole self, but I do thank you guys for your support. Occasionally I have these little episodes. Next time just ignore me like you were a Baptist in a Liquor Store.

 

What do you do? I’m in a kind of funk and I don’t know what to do.

I read many blogs each day, some on my blog roll and some I scan from those blog rolls. I read about your problems, your health, your internal battles with your demons, your arguments with family and friends and your frustrations with schools and work and church and IT help from India. I commiserate with you. I sometimes comment. But I have no such outlet.

I don’t have any close friends or BFF’s. My choice. Best friends will stab you in the back. They will use you and drain you of every bit of energy your sole possesses. They cannot keep a secret. They have best friends, too, that may or may not know you that they can confide in over your secret. Then that BFF will tell their BFF, who, by the way, does know you, and the secret is out. I had rather face an enemy than confide in a friend. At least you know the enemy is out to hurt you and you can respond in the appropriate manner.

I don’t talk about stuff that bothers me. Mostly I just keep them in until I explode, then the damage is done. You can’t take back words. The closest I could come would be in blogging about it. Mainly because you don’t really give a shit because you have your own problems to deal with, and probably nothing would change. Another reason I don’t blog about my demons is my family reads my blog. If I wanted them to know anything I would tell them. But if I don’t want them to know, then what do I do?

Hell, I don’t think anyone would even understand, anyway.

Don’t worry! I’m not having women problems (dammit) and I didn’t just discover that I am queer as a football bat. I don’t have an incurable medical problem (unless you consider an enlarged prostate, diabetes and heart disease an incurable medical problem.)

It’s just that I am in a funk and there is no one to talk too over a cold beer. I know, it’s my fault for keeping people at arms length - out of self preservation, but there are times that it would be nice to be able to confide in someone and feel safe. NAH! Ain’t gonna happen.

I’ve told you this much, now let’s see if it stays between us. See!!! It’s out already.

Later!
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Monday, July 13, 2009

More Massanutten

Here are a few more pictures of our trip to Massanutten.
 

I’m showing this picture for Heidi over at Hick Chic. Honestly, when I climbed on the beast, I though I would need oxygen from being so high up and from hyperventilating from fear of not having on a seatbelt or a safety net under me.

I did find out that it takes a whole new set of muscles to ride a horse, and a strong back. I felt like I had an ice pick sticking in my lower back and at the juncture of my right leg and hip. But the ride was fun. I just wonder how long I would have to hurt just to be able to ride without pain.

 

The next day we toured Washington, DC and Arlington Cemetery. Did you know that perform over 20 military funerals there every day? You could hear weapons going off every few minuets. This is one for, I assume, an old veteran because of the age and number of attendees. But it was still very moving.

Directly across from this funeral is the place we place in honor of the 74 lost when my ship went down. The tree behind me was also planted in their honor and it was just a sprig when it was planted.

The strange thing is…I found out I am becoming a pussy in my old age. Just after the picture was made I looked down and had a flashback to my days at sea. I saw the mess decks above where I use to sleep. I saw her lean heavily to Starboard and I could hear the noise of grinding metal and the cries of confusion and fear coming from my compartment plus the guys on the mess deck swilling the ever present cup of coffee. I imagined quiet a bit and before I knew it I was crying. I don’t know why. I never have before. My grandson came over and hugged me and said, “It’s okay, Paw Paw, it is sad.” God I love that boy.

When I kind of got myself under control, the burial guard was beginning to load their bus to go to the next funeral or to the barracks or where ever. So I walked over to them and shook a couple of the men’s hand and thanked them for what they do for the boys, and the tears started again. They understood and patted me on the back and thanked me for my service and for acknowledging them. As a rule they go unnoticed until the fire the salute.

My grandson walked with his arm around me for over half a mile, till I could get a look at Arlington House, where Robert E. Lee lived. He only spent a total of around 5 years there, as he was stationed all over the country. How he fathered all his daughters, I’ll never know. Well…I do know, but how he had the time is the question. It was being renovated so I couldn’t go inside.

 

I took this for America’s 1st Sergeant, Mike. I was amazed at how big the thing is, but then it would have to be to fit the Marine ego. I just found out a few weeks ago, while googling military stuff, that he doesn’t call himself America’s 1st Sgt. because he thinks of himself as that (then maybe he does). But it is because he is with the 3 Marines, 3 Division which is nicknamed “America’s Division.” Live and learn.

I’ll try to show some more pictures later…I heard that. Stop yawning and moaning. Until then, this is the newly realized pussy turning control back over to you. Sniff, sniff.



 
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Thursday, July 09, 2009

Save The Memorial


THE AMERICAN CRIMINAL LIBERTIES UNION AT WORK…

TO THINK ONE INDIVIDUAL, JUST ONE, CAN TAKE A CASE LIKE THIS TO THE CALIFORNIA SUPREME COURT AND GET A HEARING.

WHAT IS GOING ON IN THIS COUNTRY? WE, THE PEOPLE ARE LOSING OUR RIGHTS A LITTLE AT A TIME, AND WE ARE LETTING THESE SO CALLED CONGRESSMAN STICK IT TO US. THEY DON'T GIVE A DAMN. THEY ONLY CARE ABOUT THEIR OWN WELFARE AND POWER.

IT'S TIME WE ALL WAKE UP BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE. WE'LL LOOK OUT OUR WINDOW SOME DAY AND SEE A DIFFERENT FLAG WAVING OVER OUR SOIL.

WE SHOULD DO EVERYTHING WE CAN TO PREVENT THIS MEMORIAL FROM BEING TORN DOWN.

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Why I Don't Sing In The Chorus Anymore

I was emailing with one of my peeps about the video on my last post and it was suggested that I follow up with this story . I mentioned in my last post that I miss being in a choir and, already having confessed to a couple of incidences in my somewhat sordid past, I figured I would tell you why I’m not in a chorus anymore. So this is the email I sent to my friend:

You didn't say if you like the video or not. I sang in the church and school choir when I was in my teens. I went to All State Chorus, but got kicked out for drinking. I was a 17 year old senior and the selected members met at the University of Georgia to perform before the masses.

A dude name Mike Holston was a football player there and had graduated form my high school the year before. We played together in my junior year. Anyway, a fellow singer and football player, Leon Walters, and I met up with Mike during one of our afternoon breaks. We never went back. Instead Mike and a few of the freshmen football players took Leon and me out on the town. Athens is a college town with sports bars where the players could drink. No one ask for our id's or anything, and it was my first time drinking all I wanted. We played drinking games and just got shit-faced.

The concert was over around 10:30 but we didn't make it back to the bus until midnight. Mr. Blum, our gay music teacher, was beside himself. After he found out we were not dead in a ditch somewhere off campus, he wanted to kill us. Leon threw up on the bus tires and started crying because Mr. Blum was going to tell his mama. I didn't care. I stayed in trouble with my parents all the time anyway. Thus why I joined the Navy as soon as I graduated high school.

Anyway, the kids on the bus kept asking us what we did and was it fun. Shit like that. But, Mr. Blum didn't tell the principal, so we didn't get kicked out of school. I think, to this day, that it was because Leon had a football scholarship to Duke and he didn't want to mess up Leon’s chances. My school wasn't the most successful in developing leaders of the 21 century. Most were doing good to stay out of prison. So Mr. Blum didn't want to mess up an opportunity for Leon to make good. But we were kicked out of the chorus.

So Leon goes off to Duke, gets kicked off the team and out of school for drinking and fighting. He didn't stand much of a chance as his two older brothers and his dad were in prison for various reasons. So the last time I saw Leon was in 1968. He was working for Larry Flynt, the porn king who started Hustler Magazine. Larry was shot and paralyzed about that time and Leon took off for places unknown and no one has seen or heard from him since. Me...I didn't amount to much either.

Perpetuum Jazzile - AFRICA

I stole this from Brother Dave's site because it is too unique and beautiful not to pass along and see and be heard by as many people as possible. It is just a feel good video and it makes me wish I were in a chorus again. Maybe a chorus for the hearing impaired, but a chorus just the same.

I recomend you plug in your earhopnes, watch it first then play it again and close your eyes. Enjoy!


Saturday, July 04, 2009

Too Old - A RePost

 

My hot blogging buddy Hope, of Hope Radio, accused me in the comments of my last post of being a big kid. When it comes to my grandkids, I guess I can be a little eccentric. But her comment did remind me of a post I did when I first started blogging. I believe it was my second post in August of 2006. So I thought I would post it again so you can see, as in the movie theater incident, how I get myself into stuff. We were at the Burger King (by the way, isn’t the burger king the scariest looking thing ever that could send kids into therapy before they are 10?) for breakfast. So here goes:

Marni keeps telling me to start putting things on this post. She says to put stuff on here about my Navy experiences, what life was like in the 60’s and 70’s (probably before most of the people she blogs with were born – I know they now teach part of my experiences in history class) and things the grandkids do and say. First of all I can’t think of anything that would interest any of you. If you have questions, ask. But most of all I cannot imagine anyone even reading this. Other than Marni, Beth and Page (my nieces,) I do not know anyone who even knows how to turn a computer on, much less blog.

I’ll start out by telling you about an experience I had with the J-Man and Bug. Judy, the kids and I went to Burger King this past Sunday for a gourmet breakfast. The kids went into the play room to climb through the huge tunnels and slides that are there for the kids. After we ate, the kids went back into the maze to play some more. They made it sound to fun – J-Man was in one orb on springs and moved as he did, and Bug was in the other orb. It looked like so much fun I decided to join them.

Well, going through the opening with the different levels to crawl up through to get to the top was out. I can’t even turn sideways anymore without stiffness. And to have to do all the serpentine twisting and climbing to get to the top was out of the question - maybe even out of reality. So, instead, I went up through the slide. OMG! It had to take five minuets to get to the top. It’s hard to my 62 year old, 6’3’, 210 pound body to climb up that hole – and on my knees, too.

I finally made it to the top. Thank God there was a place to stretch out. I was breathing hard, my knees and upper shins were scrapped, peeling and bleeding and all I could do was lean back against the top of the slide and stick my legs though the approach tunnel. Bug was laughing and calling J-Man to come look at Paw Paw. I had intended to crawl though the tunnels and visit each of the orbs, but… there isn’t anything in this world that could have gotten me though those tunnels. If the store was on fire and that was the only way out, I would definitely be a crispy critter. I tired, but after several attempts, I had to give up and go back down.

Yea, right! It took another five minutes of twisting and pulling my legs up under my chin before I was able to get turned around and go back down the slide – which isn’t easy either. The turns are leveled so that the kids and adult idiots won’t pickup speed when they exit at the bottom.

I finally got out into the open world, and I walked, stooped over, to Me Maw, who was just looking at me like I’m nuts, shaking her head and laughing. I’m luck she didn’t leave in the car and make me walk home. If it hadn’t been for the kids laughing and jumping around me, she probably would have.


But they were having so much fun. Whey didn’t they have shit like that when I was a kid. All I had was tire-swings and rope swings out over the Chattahoochee River.
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Thursday, July 02, 2009

Massanutten The First Couple of Days

The first couple of day of our vacation to Massanutten, VA, was spent at the water park and going to Mt. Vernon, VA, the home of George Washington.
 

The above is the outside of the water park. Those tubes are water slides that you ride down on in inner tubes and one was painted black on the inside. You can’t see you hand in front of your face. There wasn’t a sense of speed as you were going down the shoot, but you could feel the side to side swaying as you go through the turns. Then you see a speck of light and you think, ‘It’s almost over.’ Not! That speck of light comes from a downward fall before sliding out into the pool.

The other slides are lit and you feel the vibration one feels in a jet before it breaks mach 1. Your ears are slapping together in back of your head and your cheeks are blown back over your ear holes. Your tongue is rolled back in your throat and the waistband of your trunks is under your arm pits; everyone knows what your religion is when you come out of the shoot into the pool. I love it and rode it several times.

The small tubes are for going down on your back without an inner tube. They are fast, too, but the water really sloshes in your face. I got a nose-enema several times going down, but it was great.

The whole park is great with a river ride on tubes, a wave pool for those who love the ocean, a three or four story water slide that goes over a couple of bumps. It is a great way to spend time with the kiddies.

 

This is Mt Vernon. We were there on Sunday, Fathers Day, and George was there to greet us – all 5,000 of us. We got there early and had to wait in line to tour the house for about an hour. When we came out the line was winding all the way down the side of the plantation out to the parking lot.
 

Here is George worrying with one of the staff people over the number of guest. He said he thought the larders had enough food to feed us all, but he didn’t think he had enough room to accommodate everyone. As he was walking off he passed us and stopped. He looked down at my granddaughter, Bug, and said to her, “Young lady, a little girl without freckles on her face is like a night time sky without stars.” Then he walked off. Bug, who is very shy around strangers, had her chest out and the biggest smile on her face. She told me as we moved with the line, “Paw Paw, he is the best President ev’ah.”

Later he talked to a throng of about thirty people about his parents and his childhood, about being President and about his step-family. Martha buried all four of her kids. The oldest boy, who adored George, begged to go with him to fight the battle of Saratoga, but he died of a fever just after George rushed to his bedside. It was his kids that kept the Washington/Custis (Martha’s maiden name) alive through history. Robert E Lee was married to a Mary Anna Rudolph Custis Lee, the granddaughter.

That’s all for today. I’ll post some more later about horse back riding and Washington, DC.

TMI The Movie Post Rerun

My blog buddy, Cooper Green, reminded me of this post from two years ago and I though, since I have some peeps that joined me after this was published, they might be interested in reading about how I can get involved in some crazy shit without even trying.

It was a week night back in the summer of 1980 and I was bored. There was nothing on television but re-runs, and I was newly divorced and didn’t really have a girlfriend to pal around with. So I started out to get something to eat. On the way I passed the neighborhood theater and decided to check out a movie that was playing. It wasn’t a first run type movie, just one that had been out for a while. The theater was air-conditioned and it was something to do, so I went in.

I was enjoying my popcorn and coke when a couple came in and sit down a couple of rows in front of me. There weren’t many people in the theater because it was a week-night, and because it wasn’t a first run movie. After the movie began they started looking around and talking to themselves. Then they go up and came back to my row and sit down next to me; she was between us. She had on a skirt that buttoned up the front and a low cut blouse – for convenience I soon found out. Anyway, he put his arm around her shoulder and started massaging and rubbing her boob. So I watched.

She was sitting with her legs crossed and her foot was next to my leg. When she came she stiffened and kind of kicked me. Kind of like trying to get my attention – which they had from the moment he put his arm around her. Anyway, soon he got up and left to get a soft drink. She looked at me and said she was sorry for kicking me. I ask her if they did stuff like that all the time and she said that she and her boyfriend did. So I ask her if I could join them, too, and she said yes. It was about this time in my life that I realized prayer actually does work.

He came back a few minuets later and unzipped his pants. Then, as fast as a New York Pickpocket in Times Square on New Years Eve, she had done the same thing to me. Then she unbuttoned her skirt part way down. Seems she had came commando. So she started to work on both of us and we took turns playing with her.

It was amazing how active she could be without moving her shoulders and head. No one in the theater knew what was going on, and believe me, she could have been a one armed jack-man on a NASCAR pit crew. And she did it all with her eyes closed – not that she needed them.

Anyway, she (we) enjoyed it so much that she did it again. Twice in one movie! I was so proud.

Afterward we were standing out front of the movie and they told me they lived on the South-side of Atlanta. I was on the North West side. If they had been caught they didn’t want to be in their area. They wanted to get together and do it again sometime and asked for my telephone number. I gave them a fake number. I really didn’t want to get involved with something like that on a regular bases, so I lied. Just adding the episode to my list of life experiences was enough.

And I also didn’t go back to that theater again for almost a year. Just in case. But I must admit that there have been times I wish I could bump into them again. For the life experience, you know.

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

A New Icecream

From my beautiful friend, Laura, I give you this new flavor of icecream.
 

In honor of the 44th President of the United States, Baskin-Robbins Ice Cream has introduced a new flavor: "Barocky Road."

Barocky Road is a blend of half vanilla, half chocolate, and surrounded by nuts and flakes. The vanilla portion of the mix is not openly advertised and usually denied as an ingredient. The nuts and flakes are all very bitter and hard to swallow. The cost is $100.00 per scoop. When purchased it will be presented to you in a large beautiful cone, but then the ice cream is taken away and given to the person in line behind you.

You are left with an empty wallet and no change, holding an empty cone with no hope of getting any ice cream.

Are you stimulated, yet?
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