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  1. I got nothing so say other than to let Twist know that Rensselaer beat Evansville Mater Dei 45 – 21 for the State 2A Title and Pioneer(13-1) plays North Vermillion(14-0) at noon today for the Class 1A Title. That is all.

    1. Yeah, well, Martinsburg (4-time WV state champ–that’s the last 4 years!) plays Capital (Charleston) in the AAA semi final game today at 1:30. I will listen on radio and would rather do so than watch any NFL or college game.

    2. Update for Twist. Pioneer loses to North Vermillion 27-26. And that wraps up the HS Football season for teams from our area.

  2. Squeezing out a fat Giduck with extra turkey mass from thanksgiving.

    John Giduck – the turd with a face!

  3. So word on the vine is that CheezeSlayer Chevelier/LIAR is now working on wife number 8..or is it 9….

    Twat Cactus.. 😈

    1. Yup, I was the stinker that got the word out. :mrgreen: I ran into Dennis Howard Chevalier’s new facebook page, then ran into the status update. The new woman is hot, but doesn’t know what’s in store for her. I sent her a PM containing links to this site. Don’t know if she’ll see it though.

      http://www.facebook.com/denny.chevalier.3040

  4. What’s the difference between a fairy tale and a sea story? The fairy tale starts with “Once upon a time…” The sea story starts with “this is no shit!”

    The best prank I ever helped to pull was on a private who’d just reported to us at MCAS Santa Ana from school in Millington (aviation ops). I was his NCOIC in the Base Ops Admin section.

    One day he came to me after doing an admin run and said that he’d backed our admin truck into a pole. So I stepped outside to look at it.

    That truck was a POS. It was battleship gray, had a bunch of miles on it, and was scheduled for survey soon. It also had a shitpotful of dents in it, including a couple in the rear bumper. I almost laughed it off, but before I did he pointed out the dent that he caused. It was a pretty good-sized dent, he must have hit that pole pretty hard, but certainly wasn’t the worst damage that that truck had experienced.

    My inner demon made me think of something…I told him something to the effect that our NCOIC wasn’t gonna be happy about it, and I went in to see Top.

    MSgt Don Warner was an easygoing, regular guy, good to work for, with an offbeat sense of humor. I went in his office, shut the door, and told him what happened, and that we should do something to f— with him. Don’s eyes lit up. “His PFC warrant just came in yesterday”, he said. We talked a bit more, and I finally walked out of his office and pulled Jeff aside.

    I told him that Top wasn’t happy about it and he was gonna have to talk to our OIC (the Base Ops Director) about it. Jeff pestered me with questions the rest of the day. “What’s going to happen to me?” “Was the Colonel upset?” “Can I just pay to have the damage repaired?”

    When the Colonel returned, Top and I went in his office, closed the door, and briefed him. The plot was hatched…I walked out the door, and Jeff was all over me like a cheap suit. “What did the Colonel say?” I told him that I couldn’t discuss it and that the Colonel wanted to see him at 0800 sharp. That shook him up considerably. He stopped by my cubicle several times that evening, wanting to know more, and I finally told him to shut up and wait till the morning.

    He was already at work when I walked in the next morning. He was AJ squared-away, right down to the spit-shine on his boots. Don and the Colonel eventually arrived at work, and after huddling in the Colonel’s office, I told Jeff to report. Jeff marched in and locked himself in front of the Colonel’s desk at a rigid position of attention.

    LtCol Klingensmith was also a character. He was tall (6’4 or 6’5), I have no idea how he fit into the cockpit of an A-4 (he flew them in Vietnam). He was a rugged, bull-dog looking character with a big booming voice.

    He looked up at Jeff and commenced an ass-chewing that was as awesome as it was profane. I was standing behind and to one side of Jeff, and I could tell that he was shaking a bit.

    The Colonel arrived at the end of his rant with something to the effect that Jeff was a total fuckup…in fact, he was SO incompetent, that he could not in good conscience let him remain a private. With that, the Colonel stood up and started reading Jeff’s promotion warrant. “To all who shall see these present, greetings. Know ye that reposing special trust and confidence…”

    It took a couple of moments for Jeff to realize he wasn’t going to be drawn and quartered. He relaxed a bit and quit shaking, and while the Colonel had his head down reading the warrant, Jeff broke the position of attention just long enough to give me a sidelong glance and smile just a bit. The Colonel finished reading the warrant, we pinned Jeff’s chevrons on his collar, and did a grip-and-grin photo or two.

    Afterwards, Jeff walked into my office shaking his head. He talked a bit about being scared shitless…we had a laugh about it, and went on with work. He turned out to be a good Marine, I think he retired as a MSgt. Jeff, if you’re still out there, thanks for not retaliating by sneaking into my cubicle and slitting my throat, or worse.

  5. Black Friday hath passed.

    And now beginneth the season of that dreaded Infernal Deployment Assignment: LAST MINUTE CHRISTMAS SHOPPING.

    I want a pair of ballet shoes, some candy canes, and a big, crankin’ sword.

    I have aliens to fight.

  6. I have been riding with the Patriot Guard Riders for several months now and most of them are good solid missions where an older Veteran has passed after a long life following an honorable service in the military.
    Then we have those that come home and get a rousing welcome from their families and a ton of us PGR riders. Also, we serve at the houses we present to them from other charities and other organizations that are provided free and clear of a mortgage so they can take better care of themselves while they deal with any wounds they received while in combat.
    Then there was Tuesday’s Mission.
    It was one of the hardest things I have had to do with the PGR.
    This last one has left memories burned into me as the scene unfolded at a Veteran’s funeral in Houston.
    A Combat Veteran and National Guard member died at the age of 47 leaving behind a wife and a 7 year old boy.
    I saw the young man, obviously upset practicing to receive the American Flag when it was handed to him by the Honor Guard at the end of the service.
    This man was 47, he was diagnosed with the flu a few days earlier by his Doctor and was given medications to start taking.
    Well, being a typical hard headed “I’ve never been sick in my life” kind of Veteran he didn’t start his meds…
    Five days later he was dead and the meds were still untouched…
    The haunting vision of that 7 year old young man and the fact that he will remember the funeral for the rest of his life haunts me.
    For God’s sakes friends, if you spike a temp over 100 or if your chest congestion is not breaking up, go to the Dr and

    TAKE YOUR F%^KING MEDS !!!

    Please remember that you do not have to ride a Harley to be a part of the PGR, all you have to do is to be a Patriot and want to stand for those that cannot stand for themselves anymore.
    Veteran Down, Kickstands Up…

    1. Speaking as someone who has had several close calls with infections (pneumonia, Toxic Schock, pneumonia, whooping cough, pneumonia) I can honestly say that being sick enough to die does not hurt very much. There is a point where delay in starting your meds will kill you.

  7. Bernath is not, never was nor will he ever be a Genuine or Honorary CPO. PERIOD!

    Nothing further for now!

    1. He still accuses the wrong man of being me, he’s accused at least three so far, now he’s back to the second. OY VEY, WHAT A SHMENDRICK!!

  8. Well, I am relaxing in my barracks room at Ft. Bliss fighting off a cold that I caught from being in the freedom bird for 26 hours with 300 other MF’ers breathing recycled air. I’m going to take a nap here shortly and hopefully feel better later. I started the demob process and we’re going to be here for a little while yet but home is closer than ever. Unfortunately, due to Policy Letter 11, we are not allowed to enjoy adult libations at this point in time, but I will have a couple once I’m home and can unwind. I read all of your responses to my post on Thanksgiving day and wanted to thank each and every one of you for your thoughts, prayers, and well-wishes. My Soldiers did what was expected of them and more, I only had a couple of them suffer minor injuries on worksites and everyone came home with all the parts they had when they left. I am eternally grateful for that. Your support and your thoughtful comments served as a reminder that ours is a bond forged under the most demanding of circumstances and have left me feeling honored and humbled to be part of “We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. For he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother; be never so vile.” Although I have only met one of you in person (I’m looking at you Doc Savage) I feel as though I have known you all for years.

    The stories we have shared are such that only those who have served can ever truly understand them. I am reminded of something my late brother told me when he returned from AIT back in September of 1994 when he was telling me a story and I said to him “I understand.” He stopped, looked me in the eye and said “No, you do not understand. You may sympathize or empathize, but until you’ve been there, you do not understand. I haven’t done much except Basic and AIT, but you haven’t done anything yet.” I shipped to Air Force Basic about 3 weeks later and came home during Christmas exodus from Tech School. I walked in the house wearing my blues, found my brother, gave him a hug and said only two words to him, “I understand.” He looked at me and said, “Yes, now you do.” Now, 20 years later, I am reminded of this as I prepare to come home and think about the fact that this marks 20 years that have passed since I was that 21-year old Airman in Basic and that I would not trade any of it for anything you can name. These are the things that those who would steal valor can never have, that quiet knowledge that we have served and sacrificed much in service to our great nation and that pride of knowing that we have made a difference in our own small way. Well, I think I’ve taken enough of your time with this, but know that my Soldiers and I have appreciated your thoughts and prayers and we all look forward to coming home soon.

    1. Welcome (almost) home LT. Glad you and your soldiers are back and whole. Good luck with the cold and Policy Letter 11. My offer still stands for an ice cold longneck at The Goat!

    1. If you are so inclined to read the comments of the article, someone reposted her address, 😀

    2. Yeah, the names and addresses of two reporters in NY that published his address are all over Facebook. LET THEM EAT KARMA!!

    3. The article was jointly ‘credited’ to two NYT reporters, the chick from Chicago and the prick from New Orleans. Both of their addresses, as well as their phone numbers and email addresses, are all over the net, in retaliation for what those jerks did. Nice. Very nice.

  10. Notre Dame is playing USC. do I have any takers??????? I’ll even give you odds that Notre Dame wins by 7 points, USC is full of smokers, and I’am not talking about Lucky Strikes.

  11. Sam: USC is favored by anywhere from 5 1/2 to 10 pts over the Irish, according to the guys with the broke noses. And you’re giving 7? I need to layoff some bets with you.

    Score update: It’s the 1st quarter and USC is up 14-0.

  12. @ 2/17 Air Cav

    I think I’ll change my mind a take take USC instead of Notre Dame. I never could pick a winner. NO BET, think I’ll just chicken out.

  13. Had the family over for Thanksgiving, and it was terrific. My sister has a raging case of the stomach flu, though, and I think I might have a stress fracture in my left ankle.

    Ah well, got to get back to my research paper. Have a nice weekend, all!

  14. Got power back last night, and after all the lifting, shoveling, trying to start a generator, getting another one, etc., I throw my back out bending over.

    Yeah, bending over. Whee.

    We ended up doing the turducken tonight. Turned out pretty well.

    Back to the grind tomorrow. Back out west I go!

    Rustle, rustle, bitch.

  15. Dr. Ben Carson managed to, as someone put it, shoot himself in the foot, Tuesday. He had this gem to push during an interview. “Or, you know,people use tasers, people learn how to shoot people in the legs to stop them from charging, things of that nature”. C’mon Ben, if you aren’t familiar with a subject, just say so. Don’t make an ass of yourself with crap like this. I doubt that he knows one end of a firearm from the other, that’s fine, he should just admit it.
    http://bearingarms.com/gentle-ben-carson-strikes-guns-self-defense/

    1. Ben Carson was being interviewed regarding the Ferguson riots. The complete response to the question was: “You know, for instance, in a lot of places, police officers aren’t even allowed to go into the more dangerous areas by themselves. They’re always paired. Or you know, people use tasers, people learn how to shoot people in the legs to stop them from charging, things of that nature. And I seriously doubt that he’d been given that information.”

      You are 100% correct, UpNorth. He would have been much better off keeping his yap shut. “Pairing” is nice when there are sufficient personnel to permit it, among other considerations. And awaiting backup would have been nice, too, if Mikey The 6’4, 300 lb. thug had waited a little longer before attacking the police officer who was still in his police vehicle. Wait. Why didn’t the officer throw it into gear and escape? Golly, I wish I had thought of that earlier. That’s it! When attack occurs or is imminent, let’s train police officers to run like hell. Brilliant! But, failing that, we really ought to ensure that officers are trained to shoot for the legs or, better still, just their feet.

      1. Yeah, it doesn’t work so well when you tell the 6-4, 300lb thug, “could you just wait for about 2 minutes, til my backup gets here?”

        1. Actually it does.

          That is what
          “LTC” BH Austin, the known pedophile, tells his cellmate when is two-hole cannot be stretched any more.

  16. So, good news, bad news.

    Good news: I’m almost done with my first semester at college.

    Bad news: It’s been confirmed-medically exempt.

    Not really sure what to say on either of those accounts, but I’m trying to keep moving forward regardless.

  17. I was car shopping today and the first thing out of the finance guys mouth was, “Thank you for your service. I’m also personally connected to the military… Some family and I almost joined in 2005 but things were bad then and my mom talked me out of it.”

    Considering I was in Iraq in 2005, it was not the best sales technique.

    1. Why you gotta demean his sacrifices? Any idiot knows that service in the spectrum of hypothetical to nearly realized is exactly as honorable as real service!

      (massive troll face)

    2. I was in A-Stan 05 -06, I don’t know if I could have kept myself from slapping that salesmutt into next week before walking off the lot!

    4. I forgot to mention what the guy said after his almost-joining proclamation as an almost-brother-in-arms was met with silence… He went on to add, “I did four years in junior ROTC.”

      (sigh)

    5. Things were bad then? Well shit, I didn’t notice. I must have been too busy kicking in door, getting shot at, and blown up to notice. Mosul may not be the Paris of the East but it was Damn sure the Gary, Indiana.

      1. What wienie drinks cocktails?

        Bourbon, neat.

        Bourbon and ginger ale, stiff, no ice.

        Stirrup cup before the hunt.

  20. Comrades in Arms:

    Please note my revised signature format, located at the conclusion of this message.

    As we repeatedly encounter this sort of thing being continuously falsely claimed by physically healthy youthful wannabees, I reckon you might be a bit surprised to learn that I’ve now officially become the real deal.

    After returning from Memorial Hospital in Gulfport, Mississippi, to the Armed Forces Retirement Home where I continued recuperating from my surgery, I got into a confrontation with a nurse in our clinic, and followed that up with angry e-mails to the administrators of the Armed Forces Retirement Home.

    In my heat of anger, I unwisely (although typically) resorted to “politically incorrect” terminology.

    Thus, being guilty of “creating a hostile work environment” in a federal facility, I have now been kicked out of the Armed Forces Retirement Home, and must leave by Close of Business on Friday 05 December 2014.

    Mox nix.

    So, I plan to spend the Winter sleeping in the cargo bed of my 2004 Ford F-150 XLT four wheel drive pickup truck (which has a matching camper shell), and just leisurely follow the highways to whatever adventures may await.

    I had considered going to help guard the Mexican Border, but the recent announcements from the White House kind of make that idea seem sort of useless, huh?

    The worst thing about this is that I’m having to abandon all of my personal possessions, i.e., TV/DVD, piano/organ electronic keyboard, refrigerator, microwave oven, DVDs, books, wheelchair, fiber optic Christmas tree, and possibly also my acoustic guitar and/or my EMT trauma kit.

    But, it can’t be helped, as my priority must be to make sure there’s still plenty of room in the cargo bed of my pickup truck to allow me to fully stretch out and be comfortable.

    If I can’t find sufficient room in the cargo bed for my acoustic guitar, I’ll still have my classical guitar, which will be stowed behind my seat in the cab.

    There’s no point in renting a storage facility, for I ain’t about to ever return to this area.

    I need mountains and wide open wilderness.

    I need the “High Lonesome” of cowboys, Indians, mountain men, Mormons, and outlaws.

    After all, I only get a Disability Retirement pension from Social Security, and I’m only rated Ten Percent Service Connected by the VA, which doesn’t leave me much of anything to play around with.

    Before even starting my trip to “Mission Undetermined, Destination Unknown” (an Airborne song we used to sing while running in formation), I suspect I may have to replace a tire.

    What a setback THAT will be!

    The reason I have so little money in my credit union account is because, not anticipating these “political correctness” hostilities, I spent most of money ordering a brand new 17″ HD Toshiba Satellite computer, and a Hewlett Packard all-in-one printer/copier/scanner, which with all of these NEW problems, leaves me dangerously short of cash.

    Still, at least I’ve got my pickup truck, and my monthly pension.

    I just wish I had something for the pain, and something to control these chronic coughing spasms.

    The surgery took care of my cervical spine, but now, I’m in constant agony due to my lumbar spine and the sciatic nerve.

    That’s another reason I’m not going to store anything, because I’m in too much pain to make the effort.

    Shucks, it’s already taken me a couple of weeks, with help from the Sea Bee volunteers, to get some of my stuff loaded into my pickup truck.

    Without the Sea Bee volunteers helping me, I’d have never gotten ANYTHING done!

    It’s not just the blinding, crippling pain.

    I don’t sleep at night, and I do sleep in the daytime, which really messes things up, since the rest of the world runs on an opposite schedule.

    Anyway, I’m hoping that being on the road will actually IMPROVE my health.

    If the weather was warm enough, maybe I could earn a few dollars strumming my guitar and singing.

    We’ll just have to wait and see.

    Thank you.

    John Robert “SAIGON” Mallernee
    Amateur Singer/Songwriter/Actor
    (Temporarily?) Homeless Disabled War Veteran

    1. JRM,if you’re looking for Indians and Mormons,I suggest you Google up the Idaho State Veteran’s Home in Pocatello. I’ve been down there on a tour and it looked to be a real nice place.

          1. “HIGH LONESOME”

            Words and Music by:
            John Robert Mallernee
            Tuesday 20 January 1998
            Saint Anthony, Idaho

            VERSE # 1:
            Up into the high lonesome country
            Of the great American West;
            That’s where this city cowboy
            Can set his mind at rest.
            Down here in civilization,
            Everything I do is wrong.
            My heart is always broken.
            Can’t you hear it in my song?

            BRIEF SOUND OF INDIAN TOM-TOMS:

            Alone and lost in these mountains,
            I will sing with the wind.
            I can be happy.
            I can have freedom
            And live again.
            Music of these mountains
            Soothes my pain for a while.
            I am one with God and nature,
            And we smile!

            VERSE # 2:
            Up into the high lonesome country
            Where tumbleweeds roll,
            The wind is always moving,
            As it whispers to your soul:
            “Cowboy, keep on riding
            Across this sacred land.
            Legends live forever
            You can understand!”

            BRIEF SOUND OF INDIAN TOM-TOMS:

            Ride to the high lonesome.
            You will find you have a friend.
            There is music all around you
            On the wind.
            From the dust of by-gone ages,
            Ancient voices cry aloud,
            “Cowboy, ride the high and lonesome,
            And be proud!”

            VERSE # 3:
            Up into the high lonesome country,
            Where still, the outlaws roam;
            Drums of ancient warriors
            Pound from their tribal home.
            This land is just as savage
            As it was so long ago.
            In this high lonesome country,
            There’s still some buffalo.

            BRIEF SOUND OF INDIAN TOM-TOMS:

            Like the ones who went before you,
            Go and seek wilderness.
            You must break free
            And find yourself some happiness.
            Challenge the high lonesome
            In the modern Wild West
            Where the music of these mountains
            Is still the best!

            YODELLING, FOLLOWED BY GUITAR STRUMMING AND RAPID DRUMMING, CLIMAXED BY LOUD INDIAN WAR SHRIEK.

          1. “COWBOY POETS OF IDAHO”

            Words and Music by:
            JOHN ROBERT “SAIGON” MALLERNEE
            Sunday 20 April 1997

            VERSE # 1:
            From the peaks of snowy mountains
            To the sun-baked desert floor
            A spirit wind is whistling
            An ancient tune once more.
            So, step down from your pony,
            And settle down a while.
            We’ll swap some lies
            And sing a song
            And everyone will smile.
            A railroad locomotive
            And some coyotes harmonize
            Our heroes and our history
            Beneath our Western skies.
            The campfire’s warmly blazing
            And the stars above us glow.
            It’s time once more to gather
            Cowboy Poets of Idaho!

            VERSE # 2:
            There’s two sisters from Wyoming
            And a rancher from Rigby.
            Some youngsters playing fiddles
            Will set our troubles free.
            There’s the Mountain Man from Kooskia
            And some Utah cattle men,
            An old sheep herder tells some jokes
            That makes the cowboys grin.
            They gather at the “Roxy”
            Every year in early spring
            To tell the stories of the West
            And some will play and sing,
            There’s lots of local talent
            When it’s time to do a show,
            We’re only just beginning:
            Cowboy Poets of Idaho!

            VERSE # 3:
            From Montana and Wyoming,
            Old Utah and Oregon:
            The legends of the cowboys
            Will still live on and on.
            Oh, yes, the Indian nations
            Are part of our Old West!
            There’s triumph and there’s tragedy
            In every human test.
            I’m so glad that I am living
            In a place so wild and free
            Where folks are independent
            And they are what they will be.
            I think I hear some yodelling,
            So, it’s time for us to go.
            Our show is just beginning:
            Cowboy Poets of Idaho!

            CODA:
            The Audience is cheering!
            We can feel their happy glow!
            Our show is just beginning:
            Cowboy Poets of Idaho!

          1. “DUDE’S LAMENT”

            Words and Music by:
            JOHN ROBERT “SAIGON” MALLERNEE
            26 December 1995
            Saint Anthony, Idaho

            Verse #1:
            I’m not a genuine cowboy
            ‘Cause I’m just a little too fat!
            But when I strum my guitar
            And sing my songs,
            I wear my cowboy hat!
            I never learned to ride a horse,
            ‘Cause the horse was smarter than me,
            And all I know of cowboy life
            Is what they show on TV!

            Bridge:
            In this great land
            There is a place
            Where folks wear Western clothes.
            They know how to ride
            And they know how to rope,
            But I’m not one of those!

            Verse # 2:
            I strolled down to the General Store
            To buy a pair of jeans.
            A cowgirl looked at me and said,
            “That dude is full of beans!”
            I’m not a genuine cowboy.
            That’s what the cowboy’s say.
            But I’m in love with a cowgirl,
            So, I’ll be a cowboy someday!

            Repeat Bridge and Second Verse to end.

    2. John, take two Advil for the sciatica. It’s the only thing that will stop it.

      And donate your books to the local library. They’ll love you for it.

      1. I’m not certain I can take Advil.

        I’m to avoid taking anything with Tylenol in it.

        They’ve prescribed Naproxen for my arthritis, and Codeine for my pain.

        But, I’ve run out of Codeine pills.

        So, I’m doubling and tripling my dose of Naproxen.

        I also take Flexaril to relax my muscles.

        1. In addition, I take Prasugrel for my heart, Zestril for my hiatal hernia, Benedryl for my allergy symptoms, and some other medicines I can’t remember the names of for my cholesterol and blood pressure.

  21. Well it’s almost 2300 which means only 7 more hours then I’m off for the weekend.

    Semper Pie!

  22. I just now remembered!

    Sunday 07 December 2014, will be the 73d anniversary of the Japanese sneak attack on Pearl Harbor, and my 47th anniversary of the day I was formally inducted into the ranks of my beloved United States Army.

    Friday 12 December 2014 will be my 45th anniversary of the day I arrived at Cam Ranh Bay, Republic of Viet Nam.

    I was 23 years old, about the same age as my father was when he landed on the beach at Normandy.

    (No, it wasn’t on D-Day, but a few days later.)

  23. I completely missed my Thanksgiving dinner in our mess hall.

    I don’t know why.

    Maybe I was too depressed, or too sleepy, or too exhausted, or just plain ol’ too lazy to make the effort to clean myself up and go downstairs.

    Mox nix.

  24. Again because I am lazy today and enjoying a day without homework from college as I clean all the plates still left over from Turkey Day.

    This little gem of information cross my email path. I guess lying and stealing the thunder from the pros isn’t something that we only see from Stolen Valor Posers. Here is a CNN article from Turkey day, about the Brown’s pathologist to offer expert counter testimony to the state is a lying sack of shit. http://edition.cnn.com/2014/11/26/health/ferguson-michael-brown-pathologist-credentials/index.html?sr=sharebar_twitter
    He has fracked a number of cases with his unprofessionalism and even let a couple of murders and rapists go free. Who is he? A fracking attendant that works in morgues and has the gall to claim to be a professor in the business (like how all the personnel clerks that worked at Coronado or Benning were SEALS or Rangers or Greenie Beanies) and has qualifications that he hasn’t been awarded or even been enrolled for (again like all of the posers that claim to be CPOs who aren’t or have combat time as pilots but never flew any closer than the Philippines or Bahrain to a real combat zone).
    It is really interesting to me that the media is finally paying attention to all the mistakes on the Brown side of the case in this after the riots happened and all the other BS (like the arseholes in Seattle that basically disrupted holiday events because “h8 needs to stop” or “hands up racist cops” BS, http://www.komonews.com/news/local/Protesters-vow-to-disrupt-Seattle-tree-lighting-downtown-shopping-284145911.html) related to the poor reporting on the whole event in Ferguson.

    1. So, if I watched Ducky do autopsies on NCIS, I can qualify as a forensic pathologist, too.

      R-I-G-H-T. H’okay!

  25. I love this. It’s from an article in the Detroit Free Press last September.

    Here is the full list of NFL teams, with their number of players being arrested, cited and/or charged since 1999, according to USA TODAY:

    Houston Texans 11
    St. Louis Rams 12
    Arizona Cardinals 13
    Dallas Cowboys 14
    New York Giants 14
    Philadelphia Eagles 14
    New England Patriots 15
    New York Jets 15
    Detroit Lions 17
    Green Bay Packers 17
    Atlanta Falcons 18
    Buffalo Bills 18
    Carolina Panthers 19
    Oakland Raiders 19
    San Francisco 49ers 19
    New Orleans Saints 20
    Washington Redskins 20
    Pittsburgh Steelers 21
    Seattle Seahawks 22
    Baltimore Ravens 23
    Indianapolis Colts 24
    San Diego Chargers 26
    Chicago Bears 28
    Cleveland Browns 28
    Miami Dolphins 28
    Kansas City Chiefs 30
    Jacksonville Jaguars 31
    Tampa Bay Buccaneers 32
    Tennessee Titans 33
    Denver Broncos 40
    Cincinnati Bengals 43
    Minnesota Vikings 46

    1. Yesterday, before the St Louis Rams game, five Rams players assumed the “Hands Up, Don’t Shoot” pose in solidarity with Michael THE THUG Brown. In doing so, as far as I am concerned, they stood against law and order and, particularly the now-unemployed police officer who was attacked by The Thug w/o provocation. Together THE FIVE are worth a minimum of nearly $55 million to the Rams, exclusive of performance bonuses.
      They are now the heroes, I guess, to many, few of whom either don’t know football from hopscotch and the remainder of whom, if they are football fans, cannot afford to attend a game. In light of my post immediately above, perhaps they were just practicing for their arrests.

      THE FIVE are:
      Tavon Austin: 4-years, $12.751 million w/ $7.653 mil signing bonus
      Kenny Britt: one-year, $1.45 million contract.
      Jared Cook: 5 year contract $35.11 million contract w/ 19 guaranteed & 5 mil bonus.
      Stedman Bailey: 4-year, $2.736 million contract w/ $527,400 signing bonus
      Chris Givens: 4-yr, $2,597,028 contract w/ $497,028 signing bonus.

  27. I bought a 2004 BMW R1150RT on Wednesday from a seller in Oklahoma. I have wanted one for 35 years (an R bike). My dilemma is, should I get a vest loaded up with fake militaria? I mean, it is not a HD. Please advise. Oh, and Happy Thanksgiving everybody.

  28. Does anyone in this forum require the use of a cane when standing or walking?

    Does anyone in this forum casually carry a cane as a fashion accessory when wearing a suit and tie?

    Guess what I found at the Wal-Mart web site?

    A really good quality sword cane made in China, which can be purchased for only ninety dollars ($90.00), and it can be discretely delivered right to your door!

    Here is the URL for that item:

    http://www.walmart.com/msharbor/ip/Cold-Steel-Heavy-Duty-Sword-Cane/19336500#about

    I bought one, so I know that it’s VERY well made, combat ready, and not a toy.

    OOPS!

    I just now looked at the web site and they are SOLD OUT!

    Also, they increased the price, and they state that they do not deliver.

    Another sword cane sold by Wal-Mart costs twice as much as the one I purchased.

    Anyway, I’m glad I have mine, and I hope you’re as fortunate as I was.

  29. I reckon everybody knows the story of how Audie Murphy became a soldier in the United States Army after being rejected by the United States Marine Corps.

    I love pointing that out to people, because the same thing happened to me!

    Did you guys know that Audie Murphy composed music and wrote song lyrics, even though he never had any music lessons when he was growing up?

    http://www.audiemurphy.com/

    So, imagine my surprise at learning that I have yet another thing in common with Audie murphy, as I do all of my songwriting and performing “by ear”, as I, too, lack formal musical training.

    http://www.audiemurphy.com/songs.htm

    Come to think of it, both Audie Murphy and I were thespians, he as a famous Hollywood movie star, and I as an unknown amateur stage actor in local community theatre.

    http://www.audiemurphy.com/movies.htm

    Nifty, huh?

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