Sometimes I run across some really scary things. The video found on this page is one of them. Just roll over the following line and the link will display. Scroll down to the video.
http://dailybail.com/home/there-are-no-words-to-describe-the-following-part-ii.html
Who is keeping track of things in our government? Apparently no one.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
A golden funny
I ran across this in my files and think it's even funnier the second time around.
To the Guy Who Tried to Mug Me in Downtown Savannah the night before last. Date: 05-27-09, 1:43 AM EDT. I was the guy wearing the black Burberry jacket that you demanded that I hand over, shortly after you pulled the knife on my girlfriend and me, threatening our lives. You also asked for my girlfriend's purse and earrings. I can only hope that you somehow come across this rather important message.
First, I'd like to apologize for your embarrassment when I drew my pistol after you took my Jacket. The evening was not that cold, and I was wearing the jacket for a reason. My girlfriend had just bought me that Kimber Model 1911.45 ACP pistol for my birthday, and we had picked up a shoulder holster for it that very evening.
Obviously you agree that it is a very Intimidating weapon when pointed at your head, wasn't it?
I know it probably wasn't fun walking back to wherever you'd come from barefooted since I made you leave your shoes, cell phone, and wallet with me. [That prevented you from calling or running to your buddies to come help mug us again]. After I called your mother, or "Momma" as you had her listed in your cell, I explained the entire episode of what you'd done.
Then I went and filled up my gas tank as well as four other people's in the gas station on your credit card. The guy with the big motor home took 150 gallons and was extremely grateful! I gave your shoes to a homeless guy outside Vinnie Van Go Go's, along with all the cash in your wallet. [That made his day!]
I then threw your wallet into the big pink "pimp mobile" that was parked at the curb .... after I broke the windshield and side window and keyed the entire driver's side of the car. Later, I called a bunch of phone sex numbers from your cell phone.
Ma Bell just now shut down the line, although I only used the phone for a little over a day now, so what's going on with that?
Earlier, I managed to get in two threatening phone calls to the DA's office and one to the FBI, while mentioning President Obama as my possible target. The FBI guy seemed really intense and we had a nice long chat (I guess while he traced your number, etc). In a way, perhaps I should apologize for not killing you . . . but I feel this type of retribution is a far more appropriate punishment for your threatened crime.
I wish you well as you try to sort through some of these rather immediate pressing issues, and can only hope that you have the opportunity to reflect upon, and perhaps reconsider the career path you've chosen to pursue in life.
Remember, next time you might not be so lucky. Have a good day! Thoughtfully yours,
Alex
P.S. Remember this motto: An armed society makes for a more civil society!
To the Guy Who Tried to Mug Me in Downtown Savannah the night before last. Date: 05-27-09, 1:43 AM EDT. I was the guy wearing the black Burberry jacket that you demanded that I hand over, shortly after you pulled the knife on my girlfriend and me, threatening our lives. You also asked for my girlfriend's purse and earrings. I can only hope that you somehow come across this rather important message.
First, I'd like to apologize for your embarrassment when I drew my pistol after you took my Jacket. The evening was not that cold, and I was wearing the jacket for a reason. My girlfriend had just bought me that Kimber Model 1911.45 ACP pistol for my birthday, and we had picked up a shoulder holster for it that very evening.
Obviously you agree that it is a very Intimidating weapon when pointed at your head, wasn't it?
I know it probably wasn't fun walking back to wherever you'd come from barefooted since I made you leave your shoes, cell phone, and wallet with me. [That prevented you from calling or running to your buddies to come help mug us again]. After I called your mother, or "Momma" as you had her listed in your cell, I explained the entire episode of what you'd done.
Then I went and filled up my gas tank as well as four other people's in the gas station on your credit card. The guy with the big motor home took 150 gallons and was extremely grateful! I gave your shoes to a homeless guy outside Vinnie Van Go Go's, along with all the cash in your wallet. [That made his day!]
I then threw your wallet into the big pink "pimp mobile" that was parked at the curb .... after I broke the windshield and side window and keyed the entire driver's side of the car. Later, I called a bunch of phone sex numbers from your cell phone.
Ma Bell just now shut down the line, although I only used the phone for a little over a day now, so what's going on with that?
Earlier, I managed to get in two threatening phone calls to the DA's office and one to the FBI, while mentioning President Obama as my possible target. The FBI guy seemed really intense and we had a nice long chat (I guess while he traced your number, etc). In a way, perhaps I should apologize for not killing you . . . but I feel this type of retribution is a far more appropriate punishment for your threatened crime.
I wish you well as you try to sort through some of these rather immediate pressing issues, and can only hope that you have the opportunity to reflect upon, and perhaps reconsider the career path you've chosen to pursue in life.
Remember, next time you might not be so lucky. Have a good day! Thoughtfully yours,
Alex
P.S. Remember this motto: An armed society makes for a more civil society!
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Money for Nothing - Dire Straits
I like to say I learn something new every day.
Today I learned that the Canadian Broadcast Standards Council has declared the mid-1980's song Money for Nothing by Dire Straits "offensive."
Say...what?
The song is around twenty-five (25) years old. A quarter century. And suddenly NOW the use of the word faggot is a problem?
It gets better.
Apparently the decision to ban the song was made based on ONE complaint from one person who doesn't like the word.
Since when can a single person dictate what plays on the radio in an entire country? Because that's apparently what just happened.
And no, I don't think it's copasetic to call people faggots. Let people love who they love and get the hell over it.
But there is something wrong with this picture, and it's a harbinger of to things to come. We're losing our freedoms, crumb by crumb, not even realizing someone is stealing our cookie right out of our hand.
As for the song, little fag hag that I am, I called a few of my gay friends. Some of them actually have that Dire Straits album on vinyl. The younger ones have it on their iPhones. They love the song.
Today I learned that the Canadian Broadcast Standards Council has declared the mid-1980's song Money for Nothing by Dire Straits "offensive."
Say...what?
The song is around twenty-five (25) years old. A quarter century. And suddenly NOW the use of the word faggot is a problem?
It gets better.
Apparently the decision to ban the song was made based on ONE complaint from one person who doesn't like the word.
Since when can a single person dictate what plays on the radio in an entire country? Because that's apparently what just happened.
And no, I don't think it's copasetic to call people faggots. Let people love who they love and get the hell over it.
But there is something wrong with this picture, and it's a harbinger of to things to come. We're losing our freedoms, crumb by crumb, not even realizing someone is stealing our cookie right out of our hand.
As for the song, little fag hag that I am, I called a few of my gay friends. Some of them actually have that Dire Straits album on vinyl. The younger ones have it on their iPhones. They love the song.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Thank God for the mute button
There needs to be a law that those in charge of hiring "talent" to sing the National Anthem to open events like the Super Bowl check to make sure the cat they hire to sing isn't in heat.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
The Fed is looking for Wrench Screwdriver
I have a separate email that I use for junk. You know junk. The kind you get when you must supply an email address to get a percentage off something, or a coupon. About once a month I go clean out the junk mailbox, just to keep an eye on things.
It's amazing what lands in there. I'm getting messages from the "Federal Government" and when it comes to that mailbox, I'm not even a real person. No, no, I didn't even use a real name. The mailbox belongs a figment of my imagination named something akin to Wrench Screwdriver for heaven's sake.
Of course, our Fed might actually be willing to send Ms. Screwdriver a tax refund. It is the state of things these days. The government seems to believe that everyone is entitled to a cut of the taxpayer dollar.
Excuse me. As one of the taxpayers paying lots and lots of dollars to the Federal Government, enough is enough. I find it very disconcerting to be politically aligned with factions of the Tea Party, and quite a relief that I'm not ALL the way politically aligned with them.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow.
And NO, I'm a Democrat, either.
I'm a political mongrel, and I'm damn proud of it.
It's amazing what lands in there. I'm getting messages from the "Federal Government" and when it comes to that mailbox, I'm not even a real person. No, no, I didn't even use a real name. The mailbox belongs a figment of my imagination named something akin to Wrench Screwdriver for heaven's sake.
Of course, our Fed might actually be willing to send Ms. Screwdriver a tax refund. It is the state of things these days. The government seems to believe that everyone is entitled to a cut of the taxpayer dollar.
Excuse me. As one of the taxpayers paying lots and lots of dollars to the Federal Government, enough is enough. I find it very disconcerting to be politically aligned with factions of the Tea Party, and quite a relief that I'm not ALL the way politically aligned with them.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow.
And NO, I'm a Democrat, either.
I'm a political mongrel, and I'm damn proud of it.
Friday, February 4, 2011
It's time to really worry
So I'm a very remiss blogger. Sue me. Life is busy, busy, even for the jokingly semi-retired. And so far it is a joke. I'm working harder now than before my "official" anouncement that I was scaling back. I'd laugh, but it's not funny.
And neither is this little video a friend pointed out to me this morning.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tsH8xvjTAlo
I confess I never looked at some of the points that are made, but now that I have, I'm a little worried.
Okay. I'm a lot worried.
This is why I read romance novels - to escape the truth.
And neither is this little video a friend pointed out to me this morning.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tsH8xvjTAlo
I confess I never looked at some of the points that are made, but now that I have, I'm a little worried.
Okay. I'm a lot worried.
This is why I read romance novels - to escape the truth.
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