Shit, It's 2008?

Well, its 2008 and things look pretty bleak. Hilary still sucks (unless your Bill). But it looks like Osama, I mean Omama, I mean Obama is gonna hand her, her ass. I don't know if that's good or bad, do you? Oh yeaq, Bill Clinton's a freak. But, I guess that's beating a dead horse. Biofuel is in the shithouse, in case anybody hasn't been keeping up. But that's a good thing as it will chase off all the trash. What else? I haven't been looking at Megyns feet lately, so I can't comment on that. Oh, here's a thought; If Brittany Spears was a horse, they'd shoot it. O.K., so peace out and don't everybody knock each other out trying to post your comment, you've got all year!

Merry Christmas!

I would like to thank all my loyal readers, I feel as though I have truly connected with a great many of you. Merry Christmas to all and I'll see you next year!

Semper Fi, Mac!

I was feeling a little less than patriotic yesterday, when I stumbled across a web site for Marine snipers to leave comments and quotes. On the web site I found a sort of prayer that always used to cheer me up, so I thought I would share it with you, who may not have ever experienced the thrill of hunting another human who is hunting you.

Rifleman's Creed

This is my rifle; there are many like it, but this one is mine.

My rifle is my best friend; I must master it, as I must master my life.

My rifle without me is useless; without my rifle, I am useless.

I must fire my rifle true; I must shoot straighter than my enemy, who is trying to kill me.

I must shoot him before he shoots me; I will!

My rifle and I know that what counts in war is not the rounds we fire,

the noise of our burst nor the smoke we make.

We know that it is the hits that count; we will hit!

My rifle is human, even as I; because it is my life, thus I will learn it as a brother.

I will learn its strengths, its weaknesses, its parts, accessories, sights and its barrel.

I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage.

I will keep my rifle clean and ready; even as I am clean and ready.

We must become part of each other; we will!

Before God I swear this creed; my rifle and myself are the defenders of my country,

we are the masters of my enemy, we are the saviors of my life.

So be it; until there is no enemy, but peace,

Amen!

Reasons to "NOT" be an American.

I know many of you may disagree, but think about the following.....

1). Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger said, when asked about his fathers membership in the Nazi Party, my father was just a soldier and followed orders, belonging to the Nazi party back then, was something akin to being a republican or democrat here.
Hermann Goering said at his war crimes trial, I was only a soldier who followed orders and belonging to the Nazi party was the same as being a republican or democrat in America.

2). Average prison time served for someone caught with pot; 14 years.
Average prison time served for someone caught raping children; 8 months.

3). Ted Kennedy murdered, maybe not first degree, Mary Jo Kapeckne, now claims to be the moral voice of America.

4). Hillary Clinton had Vince Foster killed to prevent him from disclosing the true nature of her many crimes against the people.

5). Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton!

Look into it, you may be very surprised to learn the truth.

Ode To Love...

In response to The Point Being Is, I thought I would share a song that expresses my experience with love. Hope you enjoy.


When I said, I needed you
You said, you would always stay
It wasn't me who changed, but you
And now you've gone away

Don't you know, that now your gone
And I'm left here on my own
Now I have to follow you
And beg you to come home

You don't have to say you love me
Just be close at hand
You don't have to stay forever
I will understand
Believe me
Believe me
I can't help but love you
But believe me, I'll never tie you down

Left alone, just a memory
Life seems dead and so unreal
All that's left is loneliness
There's nothing else to feel

You don't have to say you love me
Just be close at hand
You don't have to stay forever
I will understand
Believe me
Believe me
Oh, believe me!

Iran's official.........

Iran's official statement: Uh, nope, no queers here. I think Apoop Abujimmy-jihad-abubbadump should have been killed yesterday. O.K., so there would have been some issues, but if I were in charge this is how it would have happened.

Finding a militant, disgruntled, political asylum seeking hater of old Apoop could not be that hard. I would have found one or two and offered them and their families asylum if they capped Apoops ass. Forget security, you simply fake aggression towards another delegate, thus drawing the security teams away from Apoop, giving our la, la, la, la, la, la more than enough time to get the job done and get away.

I know, I know, what about the political fallout? How would we explain that it wasn't a U.S. plot?
Read on.

Remember, I am the acting President addressing the media here:

"My fellow Americans, members of the propaganda corps, distinguished guests, to the best our intelligence agencies can conclude, the perpetrator of the attack almost certainly appeared to be one of Iran's non existent ninja queers. Sorry, but Apoop said there were no queer Iranians, so we really didn't know how to catch someone that didn't exist. We would try to find them, but how do you catch a unicorn? On a brighter note however, before Apoop died, he signed over, to the United States, exclusive ownership of Iran and gave us permission to transfer all Iranian assets to our bank account. In closing, all I can say is, God blessed America!"

It's Twosday!

Today is officially Twosday for those of you who didn't know. And Twosday actually started yesterday. Following is how the day came to be:

Yesterday I saw my doctor, who told me he wanted me to take these things and lay down for two days, starting, twoday. So, this morning I made two phone calls, I then took two muscle relaxants, I then took two pain pills, then I decided I should take my last two Valium to help me sleep. Well, after all that, I decided maybe two fingers of scotch may go well with my current attempt to relax my muscles. Top it all off with two doses of an herbal remedy, and I think my muscles are relaxed? I can't tell you for sure, as I can no longer feel any part of my body.

My only hope, is that when the Martians, who continue to hover over my house finally land, they have some advanced medical information which will..................................oh yeaq, have a happy Twosday!