Daylight Savings Time. Tomorrow.
Whynthehell do we still do this crap every year? There's no more point to it! Having lived in places that don't dick around with DST, and having relatives in Arizona, who also doesn't dick around with DST, I can assure you, Daylight Savings Time is NO LONGER NEEDED!
So set your clocks ahead before you go to bed tonight, because God only knows that if we don't do Daylight Savings Time the world might end or some bullshit like that.
What a farking load of crap.
Saturday, March 08, 2014
Spent all day outside
The Ragin' Mrs. and I took a survival course today; how to make basic tools out of literally nothing but the objects you find in a deserted wilderness. Hopefully it will just be an academic exercise.
In the meantime, I'm tired, sun-burnt just a tad, and ready for beer.
In the meantime, I'm tired, sun-burnt just a tad, and ready for beer.
Friday, March 07, 2014
As I watch the train wreck....
....otherwise known as the Obama Foreign Policy Circus, I just keep wondering how many hits can be taken before bigger pieces start to fall apart.
I mean, when is the modern-day assassination of Arch-Duke Ferdinand going to happen?
Europe has been riding America's military coat-tails for so long that they couldn't withstand a serious push by Putin. All that Vlad has to do is turn off the oil and gas pipeline, and Europe is going dark and cold. Ever since Obama decided to abandon our allies in Poland and Czechoslovakia, the rest of Europe knows that they can't rely on the USA to help out and keep the peace.
Thanks to Obama's never-ended efforts to weaken America and her allies, any missile defense systems that could have been in place were abandoned, thus leaving America and her allies in a position of weakness, which of course is Obama's preferred position for the USA.
Iran knows that Obama is gutless, pathetic and weak, and that they can maneuver with impunity. The Middle East knows that Obama is gutless, pathetic and weak, and that they can't get any help from America when it's needed.
Russia is invading Ukraine. Iran is shoving weapons and money to Syria, which is sending them to Gaza. And the entire world knows that Obama is a stupid, weak, gutless pathetic bitch, so America isn't going to do a damn thing.
Hey, where are we going and why are we in this handbasket?
It's dark, and I can hear people laughing.....
I mean, when is the modern-day assassination of Arch-Duke Ferdinand going to happen?
Europe has been riding America's military coat-tails for so long that they couldn't withstand a serious push by Putin. All that Vlad has to do is turn off the oil and gas pipeline, and Europe is going dark and cold. Ever since Obama decided to abandon our allies in Poland and Czechoslovakia, the rest of Europe knows that they can't rely on the USA to help out and keep the peace.
Thanks to Obama's never-ended efforts to weaken America and her allies, any missile defense systems that could have been in place were abandoned, thus leaving America and her allies in a position of weakness, which of course is Obama's preferred position for the USA.
Iran knows that Obama is gutless, pathetic and weak, and that they can maneuver with impunity. The Middle East knows that Obama is gutless, pathetic and weak, and that they can't get any help from America when it's needed.
Russia is invading Ukraine. Iran is shoving weapons and money to Syria, which is sending them to Gaza. And the entire world knows that Obama is a stupid, weak, gutless pathetic bitch, so America isn't going to do a damn thing.
Hey, where are we going and why are we in this handbasket?
It's dark, and I can hear people laughing.....
Thursday, March 06, 2014
Flashback courtesy of MauserMedic
The Kabul Krud, I liked to call it.
Please keep in mind, this is the middle of the day. There were no clouds in the sky. What you are seeing in this photo is straight up air pollution.
As I stated in the comments to yesterday's post, I spent three days in Kabul, and spent the next week coughing crap out of my lungs. Literally, crap. The local population burns anything it can to stay warm, including dried dung. You can smell it in the air.
Please keep in mind, this is the middle of the day. There were no clouds in the sky. What you are seeing in this photo is straight up air pollution.
As I stated in the comments to yesterday's post, I spent three days in Kabul, and spent the next week coughing crap out of my lungs. Literally, crap. The local population burns anything it can to stay warm, including dried dung. You can smell it in the air.
Wednesday, March 05, 2014
Welcome *hackhack* to Los *coughwheeze* Angeles
I took this picture on New Year's Day. I was listening to the Rose Bowl on the radio as I was driving up Highway 2, and everyone kept talking about what a beautiful day in Pasadena it was.
This shot is from the Angeles National Forest. You can see downtown Los Angeles at the center-left, and if you squint at center-right you can see the blimp that was flying over the Rose Bowl during the game.
I'd like to point out that it is NOT a cloudy day. There was barely a cloud in the sky.
That, my friends, is the smog of Los Angeles. That is the poison that I'm forced to breathe in every single day. Driving up Highway 2, the air was literally brown. It's like living in some futuristic, dystopian movie. And this was a day where the locals were singing praises about how clean the air was!
I cannot wait to leave this shithole.
This shot is from the Angeles National Forest. You can see downtown Los Angeles at the center-left, and if you squint at center-right you can see the blimp that was flying over the Rose Bowl during the game.
I'd like to point out that it is NOT a cloudy day. There was barely a cloud in the sky.
That, my friends, is the smog of Los Angeles. That is the poison that I'm forced to breathe in every single day. Driving up Highway 2, the air was literally brown. It's like living in some futuristic, dystopian movie. And this was a day where the locals were singing praises about how clean the air was!
I cannot wait to leave this shithole.
Tuesday, March 04, 2014
Morning
There is nothing like waking up, shuffling to the bathroom, taking a good hard piss, and getting smacked in the face by the smell of asparagus.
It's like a dirty wet sock full of nickles.
Won't stop me from gorging on it again in the future though. Mmmmmmm.... asparagus.
It's like a dirty wet sock full of nickles.
Won't stop me from gorging on it again in the future though. Mmmmmmm.... asparagus.
Monday, March 03, 2014
I am not alone
I am not the only person who thinks that DubStep music sounds much like what you would get if you fed a humpback whale Alka-seltzer and ExLax, then recorded the resulting sounds.
As an added note, Matt Walsh wrote a post regarding modern pop music, specifically Beyonce. There's 630 comments when I looked at it. I won't go into what I think about the comment writers, especially those who disagree with Mr. Walsh, save to say that their preference in music matches with their argumentative skills quite nicely.
I think I've said it before, but it took fifteen hundred years to go from blowing in animal horns and beating on drums while chanting rhythmically to full orchestral pieces that bring tears of joy to your eyes. And then it took less than two hundred years after that to go back to music that is, in essence, blowing animal horns and beating on drums while chanting rhythmically.
One hundred thirty-seven years to go from this:
To Miley Cyrus.
Here's to hoping the pendulum swings back the other way sometime soon.
As an added note, Matt Walsh wrote a post regarding modern pop music, specifically Beyonce. There's 630 comments when I looked at it. I won't go into what I think about the comment writers, especially those who disagree with Mr. Walsh, save to say that their preference in music matches with their argumentative skills quite nicely.
I think I've said it before, but it took fifteen hundred years to go from blowing in animal horns and beating on drums while chanting rhythmically to full orchestral pieces that bring tears of joy to your eyes. And then it took less than two hundred years after that to go back to music that is, in essence, blowing animal horns and beating on drums while chanting rhythmically.
One hundred thirty-seven years to go from this:
To Miley Cyrus.
Here's to hoping the pendulum swings back the other way sometime soon.