Saturday, April 28, 2012

I'm probably going to post this on Facebook tomorrow....

And I know I'm going to piss some people off.  Let's see how many people "de-friend" me.  Is that like being taken off someone's blogroll?

I can appreciate this:

But I'm a traditionalist to the bone, and I prefer the original:



I played racquetball for the first time in over a decade last night.  It was a good workout, and I had a good time, but I'm rediscovering muscles in my leg that I forgot existed, and they are NOT happy about being forgotten.

On the other hand, I found the cigar store here in town that seems to be my idea of happiness.  Yay!

Friday, April 27, 2012

Getting old

I'm sore, in places that wouldn't normally be sore.  I hate getting old.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

My reaction to TV News

Obama did WHAT?  Let me add my voice to Rabel - Fuck him.

No, let me go beyond that.  Fuck that god-damned cocksucking piece of shit.  I hope he dies screaming while getting assfucked by the barbed cock of Satan.  I'm willing to bet that narcissistic fucking asshole doesn't even know what's going on in Afghanistan, much less give a shit about Soldiers dying.  He only cares about the military when he can get a good photo-op from them.

That worthless, gutless, self-absorbed god-damned fucking communist asshole is the worst, most fucking EMBARRASSING Commander in Chief I can ever fucking think of this country having. He's worse than a joke.  He's fucking pathetic, and having him as the President should be a national fucking embarrassment. 

And let me state for the record that I am ashamed of my country for voting him into the Oval Office, and there have been many times when I wondered why I even bothered swearing an oath to protect and defend the Constitution when the people of this country can't be bothered to elect someone who actually cares about that document.  Especially when Obama uses it as toilet paper on a daily basis.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Jet Powered

I won't talk about what restaurant I ate from last night, but the resulting stream of liquid shit that was shooting out of my ass during the lunch break was strong enough to almost lift me off the toilet a good five inches, had I only been twenty pounds lighter.

Not happy things, no.  But when hardened Soldiers are staggering out of the bathroom, reeling from the green haze and choking out "CLEAR THE BACKBLAST AREA FIRST, DAMMIT!" then I figure it's worthy enough to post.



Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Monday, April 23, 2012

Ah, allergies

Went running this morning.  Turned into a hacking, coughing phlem factory.  Yay.  The PT Test on Wednesday is going to be FUN!

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Fort Jackson

Is a friggin' ghost town.  It's actually kind of depressing.  I passed by one of the Basic Training company buildings, no longer in use, and there was a sign that read "Keep of the Grass", only the grass hadn't been cut in months.

Man, this place as gone downhill.  And it wasn't all that great to begin with.