You can have peace. Or you can have freedom. Don't ever count on having both at once. - Robert A. Heinlein -
Saturday, April 14, 2007
On a personal note
Tomorrow ain't looking to good either.
I guess every now and then, he reads this blog as well.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Look, I've written about this in the past. I honestly believe that the genocide in Darfur will not end until we put a full division of US troops into the middle of the refugee area with orders to shoot any enemy troops on sight. So in one respect, I agree agree with Sen. Biden. Here's where I have to put on the brakes, however - I do not think that the troops would be allowed by the
And let's not even talk about the howls of indignation that will come from the rest of the world should we drop the 82nd Airborn into Darfur. If you think the moronic screeching is bad now, just wait until the first American shoots some African rapist in the middle of the act. We won't just have to kill the murderers and rapists currently infesting the Sudan, we'd be in an all out war with the Sudanese government and everyone who supports them. Oh, and let's not forget how China would act, since they have invested heavily in the oil fields there.
So if you're going to advocate sending ANY troops into Darfur, you're going to have to accept the fact that it will most likely end in one of two ways: A) we wipe out all enemy forces for a fifty-mile radius, thus allowing the refugees to go about life unmolested, or B) another Mogadishu-type pullout, with video of dead American soldiers being played worldwide. We cannot go into Darfur expecting the locals to act rationally. If they felt like acting rationally, we wouldn't need to go into Darfur in the first place! Should we put any troops in harms way in Africa, it should be with the full backing and support of every feckless parasite on Capitol Hill, orders to shoot to kill, the knowledge that we are starting a shitstorm that can only end when our enemy is too dead to fight anymore, and the resolve that it is the right thing to do no matter how many rapists, thieves, murderers, and other assorted scum-sucking cesspool dwellers die at our hands.
That means no whining and wailing about how many people we kill. If our troops see someone committing murder, they kill the perp. If our troops see someone raping a girl, they kill the rapist. If our troops see a large group of people with AK-47's marching into a refugee camp, they don't have to ask that group who they are, why they have weapons, and why there is a dead 12 year old girl with a bullet hole in her head; they simply sight in on the group and open fire. We're not trying to stop crime in Times Square, we're trying to prevent the wholesale slaughter of a group of people who are targeted because they belong to the "wrong" religion.
Anything less, and we just invite more tragedy. But for some strange reason, I cannot think of ANY of the current crop of communist clusterfucks in Congress who would go for those rules.
Makes me wonder
Personally, I'm voting for "Dead Iranian Goons In The Water".
One Last Imus Post (I hope)
Well, parts of the country went apeshit. Al "Jews are diamond merchents" Sharpton and Jessie "Hymietown" Jackson went apeshit, and their egos are so large they have their own gravitational field. But let's be honest, shall we? Nobody handled this with any kind of class. Imus is an ass. The Rutgers women's basketball team made asses of themselves as well, I'm sorry to say. How, you ask? Because what they SHOULD have done, what would have impressed damn near everybody except for the Race Warlord Poverty Pimps, is come out to their media interview and say "Don who? Never heard of him. Someone told me he had a radio show, but I've never heard it."
"But, but, but, Dave, they're the VICTIMS here!" you might say. And my response is "Bullshit". They are "victims" because they allowed themselves to be victims. If somebody came up to me and called me a "greasy mick-wop hybrid", I'd laugh in their face. Yeah, I'm Irish and Italian, but the only problem I have with that is I don't know what part of Boston to go hang out in. You can call me what you want, and I'll just laugh at you. Why? Because if I choose to get offended by your name calling, I'm giving you power over me. I am allowing you to turn me into a victim.
Well, I say fuck that.
Nobody came out of this episode looking good. The Race Warlord Poverty Pimps did their usual scummy act, the Rutgers B-ball team came out looking like sobbing, simpering babies, Imus came out looking even worse than he did when he first made the comment, and the media came out looking like the the worthless jackals that they are. A pox on all their houses. I never want to hear Don Imus mentioned again. I'd be happy if I never had to see the Race Warlord Poverty Pimps on TV again as well.
A pox on all of them.
UPDATE: Well, I think we can all see what Imus' problem was - he called the wrong people a bad name! I mean, he should have stuck to insulting conservative women, because from what I can see people do it all the time, and nobody seems to be bothered by it one bit.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
If you live to be 100...
Say, you look familiar....
HOLY SHIT! YOU'RE BILL! BILL WHITTLE! It's been so long!
OK, all kidding aside, if you want to see WHY people keep begging Bill to write more, just peep at this:
Recently, Rosie O’Donnell said on national television that she believes 9/11 was orchestrated by the US government.
Well, that’s why we went through the steps above. If you believe that the government lied about the moon landing, you can believe they lied about killing JFK. If they lied about JFK, then they can lie about chemtrails. And if they are willing to poison the entire population with aerial spraying, what are a few thousand people in four airliners and a couple of buildings?
Rosie O’ Donnell making such a claim on a major network is a national disgrace. The fact that much of the audience cheered and applauded is nothing less than a national
To her, and to her audience, it is taken as granted that the government is capable of such things. As if “the government” was operated by cyborgs grown in Haliburton vats, rather than by well-meaning and patriotic people that love this country.
"This is the first time in history that fire has ever melted steel," she said. This is a statement of such pristine and perfect idiocy that it surely must be emblazoned in stone across the entrance to the Physics Imbecile wing of the Moron Museum of Natural History. But mastery of physics and engineering requires some intelligence, some perseverance and some discipline: none of which are in evidence in this buffoon. Everything is a conspiracy to a mind this far gone. The 15 British sailors kidnapped at sea? All a plan by our evil (but incompetent!) government to get the next war it so desperately needs. “Gulf of Tonkin! Google It, people!” she said on national TV.
And I will, Rosie. I promise. As soon as I finish googling MAD COW DISEASE.
I agree with Mr. Whittle - it's a national shame that we have someone like Rosie O'Blabbermouth on TV spouting off half-baked conspiracy theories. What's worse is that she's not laughed off the set immidiately, but instead applauded for her diseased thinking.
So anyways, go read. It's BILL WHITTLE!
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Imus is Gone...
Or is it plus ça change?
Je ne sais pas.
Protesters Demand Answers In Alleged Gang Rape At Duke
Solace: these are the same numbskulls who are banging pots in protest of war in Iraq.
Brave Sir Robin!
Sens. Hillary Rodham Clinton (D-N.Y.) and Barack Obama (D-Ill.) yesterday joined former North Carolina senator John Edwards (D) in deciding to skip a debate scheduled for September that Fox News is co-sponsoring with the Congressional Black Caucus.
Liberal activists, particularly the online group Moveon.org, have called for Democratic presidential candidates not to participate in debates by Fox, which they say is biased against Democrats. Clinton campaign aides said she would participate only in the six events sanctioned by the Democratic National Committee and two other events she had already agreed to. Several candidates, including Edwards, last month withdrew from a debate that Fox was co-hosting with the Nevada Democratic Party and would have taken place in August in Reno.
It's.... FOX NEWS! RUN AWAY! The so-called "fringe elements" are firmly in control of the
Brave Sir Robin ran away.
Bravely ran away away.
When danger reared it's ugly head,
He bravely turned his tail and fled.
Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about
And gallantly he chickened out.
Bravely taking to his feet,
He beat a very brave retreat.
Bravest of the braaaave, Sir Robin!
Somewhere, a baby is crying
After the game yesterday? Yeah. Boston took them out behind the woodshed. And then whipped them so damn hard I'm amazed they were able to walk out of the stadium. Whipped, folks. This is not a good sign for those of us who would like to see something more than milktoast come out of Seattle.
You know what? I've said it before, I'll say it again. Fire the front office. All of 'em, the lousy bastards. They all need to get fired. Take a blowtorch to the place and start over. Blah. Bottom dwellers once again.
So Don Imus got suspended
Yawn. And then he went on the "I'm so sorry tour" by going onto Al Sharpton's radio show. Yeah, Al "Jews are all diamond merchants" Sharpton. Al "Tawana Bradley" Sharpton. Al "Fat sack of hypocritical shit" Sharpton.
You want to know why I don't give a damn about Don Imus, other than the fact that I don't listen to his show, never have, and couldn't even tell you where to find his show on the radio? I want you to imagine something for me, Mmmkay? I want you to imagine the rage and the furor that the phrase "nappy headed hos" would have stirred up....
......If Chris Rock would have said it instead of a 60ish-year-old white man.
UPDATE: Malkin's got the lyrics of the top five songs on Billboard Hot Rap Tracks. Don't let your kids read it. Just another example of the double standard in America, I guess. Piss on 'em all.
It wernt the fuel pump!
I pushed the truck into the bay, opened the hood, and realized that at that exact point, I had no damn clue what to do. So I found one of the techs, and said "Look, I think it's my fuel system. Can we test it somehow to see what the problem is?" Pop off a hose here, attach a gauge there, and try to start it.
Fuel system is good. Working properly. OK. So, if it ain't the fuel system, then it's either air or spark that's not getting to the engine. Great. 'Nother round of tests. Is there anyone who would like to guess what the problem was?
Turns out my tachometer, which was dead before I bought the truck, and which I never gave a crap about enough to fix it, was still hooked up to the coil, and was pulling enough juice away from the coil to prevent it from sending juice to the distributor cap. Thus, the engine wasn't getting spark.
Dude cut one frigging wire, and said "Try it now." Vroom. Started up on the first try. You learn something new every day.
I still need to replace the distributor cap and rotor, but that's under the heading of "maintenance", not "ohcrapgottafixitpleasework". I can drive my happy ass down to Western Auto and buy it. Cheaper than a fuel pump!
Ah well, I'd better get ready for work. Gotta do an inventory on an entire building worth of crap. And I do mean crap. Mold infected, cockroach infested, filth covered crap. Why do we have to do an inventory on crap? So that we know what exactly we're throwing away.
Monday, April 09, 2007
And one more thing
All those people who have decided that the stick-figure, anorexic, bulimic, skeletal women is the modern definition of "beauty" can kiss my ass. If I see one more woman touted as a model or a "modern beauty" when they've got bones jutting out of their skin, I'll puke.
Women are supposed to have curves, people. Breasts, and hips. I really don't know if I can see one more woman in hip-hugging jeans with their hip bones about to poke through their skin without force-feeding them a cheeseburger, extra cheese.
Women, for the LOVE OF GOD, put down the "Vogue" magazine. Throw away every copy of "W" magazine that you can find. Ignore the so called "fashion" models that you see. They are freaks. They are disgusting. If I were single, I still wouldn't have sex with them if you PAID me. The thought of banging a woman who resembles a concentration camp survivor makes me want to vomit. If I can count your ribs, I'm not going to give you the time of day.
Let me make this clear - SKINNY DOES NOT EQUAL SEXY. Got it? Good. I'm going to refer back to a piece I wrote back in 2003. (dear god, has it been that long?) The question still remains - does any woman remember what size dress Marilyn Monroe wore?
Depending on the year, it was from a size 12 to a size 16. I want all you women to keep that in mind when you try to fit into a size 0, mmm-kay? I don't want to see a size 0. You want to know what a woman in a size 0 means? Lemmee tell you.
It means no hips. It means no ass. It means no real breasts. It means that you have starved yourself down into nothing but a clothesrack, to wear clothes designed by some gay fwench man that says you should wear a tube sock as a dress. And you know what? If you diet yourself into a size 0, as far as I'm concerned, you've bought the bullshit. You've been suckered. MARILYN MONROE WAS A SIZE 12 DAMMIT! So take your skinny little size 3 or size 4 and GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!
I'm tired of seeing skeletons and told that I'm supposed to find them "sexy". Fuck that. It's NOT sexy, and the people who say it is are deluding themselves. If I find a woman sexy, it'll be a REAL woman, not some stick figure parody of the female form.
OK, I've gotten that off my chest.
One Step Forward
Problem is, it seems the fuel pump wanted to be changed as well. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr. So tomorrow is going to be spent on a series of tests to try and find the problem. And if it is the fuel pump, that means I get to drop the fuel tank, empty it, and remove the fuel pump from it before I can replace it. Yes, I'm one of those lucky people who has the fuel pump in the gas tank type vehicle. For all the repairs I've done on this truck, I'm still constantly amazed at how the designers managed to shoehorn everything into it. Don't even ask me what it's like just to change the sparkplugs.
Anyways, that's what I'll be doing tomorrow. And why I haven't posted much.
Sunday, April 08, 2007
My voice is shot. As in, gone. Four masses, and I can't sing another note until my vocal chords heal up a bit. I'm not used to singing this much anymore. I used to be able to sing hours a day for days on end, but I'm not a kid who's practicing every day, and I haven't been one for a while. If you've wondered why I haven't been posting much, it's because after I've gotten off work, finished the various tasks around the house and taken care of odd business that crops up when you're in the military, I've then been spending anywhere from three to five hours at the chapel making sure that our Chaplain has everything he needs (He's new to the Chaplain Corps, although not new to the Army), and helping to plan out the next day's mass. I've never been this involved in a parish before. It's a learning experience.
I've been a busy boy.
In any case, I thought it would be a good day to once again remind people about my favorite Catholic blogger, Mr. Poretto. His Sunday Ruminations are not to be missed, if you're of a religious persuasion. Or even if you're not religious, but would like to expand your knowledge of the subject a bit. Hell, why be picky; there's not one damn entry of his that I just skip over, they're all worth reading.
OK, maybe the chess posts are a bit much for those who aren't as interested in chess as he is, but I still read through them. Strategy is always good to learn.
In any case, I'm enjoying a good gin and tonic right now - I gave up all hard liquor for Lent, and I've been without for quite a few weeks. Now I'm no longer without, and I'm going to go enjoy myself with my wife by my side.
I hope your Easter was as fulfilling as mine.