Author: TSO

  • Xenu save us….

    From a tip from BrownNeckGaitor:

    The keynote address, titled “God will send saviours,” capped a weekend of workshops focused on health, preparing for natural disasters and unidentified flying objects. The Nation of Islam believes in a UFO called “the wheel” or “the Mother Plane.”

    Farrakhan has described a 1985 religious experience in which he ascended into a flying saucer and heard the voice of Elijah Muhammad predicting historical events that came to pass.

    For about four hours, Farrakhan spoke and jumped from topic to topic, citing religious texts.
    He praised Scientology and its founder L. Ron Hubbard.

    Farrakhan extolled the virtues of Scientology and its auditing process, which is considered spiritual counseling by its members.

    “L. Ron Hubbard is so exceedingly valuable to every Caucasian person on this earth,” Farrakhan said.

    “… L. Ron Hubbard himself was and is trying to civilize white people and make them better human beings and take away from them their reactive minds … Mr. Hubbard recognized that his people have to be civilized,” Farrakhan said to a cheering crowd.

    OK, you are throwing a dinner party that you want to end in fisticuffs…..you can invite 4 people. Who do you invite?

    TSO: Farrakhan, Fred Phelps, Mark Fuhrman and Dr. Dobson. Man, that would be good times.

  • My Alma Mater in the News! (Coke, strippers and judges, oh my!)

    Judge Jack T. Camp is a graduate of my beloved Military College, and in a lengthy article on a Citadel website it says:

    Camp didn’t always aspire to be a lawyer, or a federal judge. When he was a teen, he contemplated a military career, and in 1961 he enrolled in The Citadel in South Carolina. “I really, really liked Charleston,” he said. “I had a very, very good education. It was good for me. The discipline forced some focus on me.”

    Upon graduation, Camp won a Ford Foundation fellowship to study history at the University of Virginia, where he earned an M.A. in history before joining the U.S. Army as a lieutenant and then going to Vietnam.
    “I liked history. It was my first love,” Camp said. “I enjoyed history more than law school.” He arrived in Vietnam in 1968, shortly after the Tet offensive, and was assigned to military intelligence. He spent the first part of his tour in the interrogation section and the second part in visual reconnaissance that often involved patrolling the Ho Chi Minh Trail (the major northsouth route for the North Vietnamese armies) from the air.

    It goes on in this vein for a while, but I found this to be better reading:

    According to officials, in Spring 2010 Judge Camp propositioned a confidential informant who was working as a private dancer at the Gold Rush show bar on Metropolitan Parkway. Officials say, the confidential informant offered him a private dance in the VIP. Camp bought one, officials say.

    Officials say, Judge Camp returned following day to purchase another dance, only this time, he allegedly paid the informant in exchange for sex as well. That night, Judge Camp asked the informant what kind of drugs she was taking. She told him cocaine. He asked if she had any more. According to reports, she did.

    Officials say Camp paid $40-$50 for cocaine, then snorted it in front of her.

    Federal officials paint a picture of sex and drugs that only grew. On increasing occasions, they say, Judge Camp paid the informant in exchange for sex. Camp would often buy and use cocaine, oxycodone, and marijuana when they were together, they allege.

    Now, Just a Grunt sent this to me to “get my goat.”

    Ladies and gentlemen, I’ll be brief. The issue here is not whether we broke a few rules or took a few liberties with our female party guests — we did. But you can’t hold a whole military college responsible for the behavior of a few sick, perverted individuals. For if you do, then shouldn’t we blame the whole educational system? And if the whole educational system is guilty, then isn’t this an indictment of our American institutions in general? I put it to you, Greg … isn’t this an indictment of our entire American society? Well, you can do what you want to us, but we’re not going to sit here and listen to you badmouth the United States of America! Gentlemen!

  • VoteVets’ most ridiculous video ever?

    Using their logic, is there any issue out there not a veterans issue?

    Many Veterans are dog owners, which is why we stand with Peta to denounce dog fighting…
    Many Veterans are breathers of oxygen, which is why we stand with those against creating vacuums…
    Many Veterans are clowns, which is why we stand with Ringling Bros and Barnum and Bailey Circus in….

  • Help from Internet Sleuths

    Give you what I have, and see what you can come up with. Each year the Air Force and others send out PSAs to be used on radio stations. Today, a lady that sent them out got this reply:

    From: Blake Gardner [mailto:gblake.gardner@gmail.com]
    Sent: Wednesday, February 16, 2011 10:38 AM
    To: Barbara Goodwill
    Subject: KNBO

    Babs,

    I am the new tech guy at what was once KNBO radio station.

    I did not play your USAF Christmas PSA because of inappropriate content.

    Please do not send any more fascist propaganda.

    Thanks,

    Blake

    War is peace.
    Freedom is slavery.
    Ignorance is strength.

    KNBO used to be this station: http://www.ontheradio.net/knbo

    Apparently they got bought out?

    I found this clowns facebook page, by virtue of the fact that his email shows up on a page where he lost his phone.

    I sent him an email, without reply.

    Trying to find out what station he works for, where he lives etc. Since he won’t reply to my email, just have to do it the old fashioned way, put out a bounty from TAH for the internet ninjas. Basically I want to know if it is the official policy of his radio station that the Air Force is sending out “Fascist Propaganda.”

    Any help is appreciated.

    UPDATE: I think that station became this one: http://www.1530klbw.com/.

    But, a Christian station saying that seems odd, no? Can’t find a phone number for them though.

  • Request for help at Burn Pit

    Hey guys- Need a little help if you have a few seconds. Just head over to Burn Pit and check out the new format. If there is something you see that needs fixing, just leave a comment here. I know there are a ton of bugs, we’re working on them. Had hoped to wait for new roll out, but so it goes…

    Thanks.

  • Um….what?

    Don’t you just love it when people this smart explain it to us in such a phenomenal fashion?

    Instead, Herman Cain’s shtick is a version of race minstrelsy where he performs “authentic negritude” as wish fulfillment for White Conservative fantasies. Like the fountain at Lourdes, Cain in his designated role as black Conservative mascot, absolves the White racial reactionaries at CPAC of their sins. This is a refined performance that Black Conservatives have perfected over many decades and centuries of practice….

    In total, CPAC is a carnival and a roadshow for reactionary Conservatives. It is only fitting that in the great tradition of the freak show, the human zoo, the boardwalk, and the great midway world’s fairs of the 19th and 20th centuries, that there is a Borneo man, a Venus Hottentot or a tribe of cannibals from deepest darkest Africa or Papua New Guinea on display. For CPAC and the White Conservative imagination, Herman Cain and his black and brown kin are that featured attraction.

    You had me at “authentic negritude.” I wish I knew how to quit you Chauncey DeVega. It must be so burdensome being all overcome with such brilliantude.

  • I’m officially part of the vast right wing conspiracy now.

    Thanks to Blackfive for forwarding along this little chucklefest:

    Soldiers’ Angels is a pro-war nonprofit whose primary aim their Web site explains is to provide “aid and comfort to the men and women of the United States Army, Marines, Navy, Air Force, Coast Guard, and their families.” Their trustees include Mark Seavey who co-founded Vets for Freedom — a group currently managed by Purple Heart recipient, Wade Zirkle, who also serves on the advisory board of the Warrior Legacy Foundation, a nonprofit “steadfastly committed to changing the perception of the America’s Warrior Class.” Another Soldiers’ Angels trustee, Matthew Burden, presently acts as the chair of Warrior Legacy’s board of directors, and is an advisor to a group of war veterans called Team Rubicon, which describe its role as providing a private sector approach to disaster relief, “bridg[ing] the gap between catastrophe and large-scale response.”

    I remember it like it was yesterday. Matt, myself, the head of Richard Nixon affixed to Bender’s body, Ollie North, a medium channelling Genghis Khan, Paul Weyrich and (inexplicably) the Smothers brothers had decided to meet in secret with Jim Hake at the Olive Garden, because they treat you like family there. We were ushered into a back room secreted in a bookshelf, where we were met by Dick Cheney, Emperor Palpatine and the ghost of Orville Redenbacher. We began, as is our daily wont, with a reading from the Holy Necronomicon, before sacrificing many a virgin. (Let me tell you, Virgin bloody mary’s do wonder for a hangover.)

    I don’t want to give the ending away, but we decided to create a cabal of organizations which help wounded vets, give book bags to Afghan kids, and the Warrior Legacy Foundation, and through this incredible affluence change the world so that that power of Zorg might again come to power. (BTW- Doesn’t this guy know we also rule Scientology? I mean shit, how much research did he do to miss that.)

    Anyway, at the meeting we also drank Guinness from the recently unearthed skull of Xena, the ancient warrior princess. This of course imbued us with great powers. Each of us got to chose our super power. Since I obviously already had a secret power of “devastatingly good looks”, I went with the ability to block out all retarded blog postings that I might stumble upon. Thankfully, it has come in handy this day my friends.

    (Um, hey asshole, in the next version of this, you can include that I also worked for the Free Congress Foundation for 3 months in 1992. Yep, I did. Consisted almost entirely of drinking beer with Paul Weyrich’s son Pete.)

  • Cat Shit One: Episode 1

    You’ve all seen the trailer, which Ace put up like a year ago, here now is Cat Shit One, Episode One.  Thanks to Claymore for forwarding.  Starts at 4 mins in.

    Welcome Ace of Spades morons.