First, here is the preface from our intrepid lunatic at VT:
– “We don’t torture,” squawked George W. Bush time and again; he was lying. Murat Kurnaz in Five Years of My Life: An Innocent Man in Guantanamo decribes the horror that we, America, became. –
Oh shit! What did we get caught doing? Water boarding? Littering? Peeing in water bottles? No, executing via crucifixion.
Although U.S. officials have attributed the torture of Muslim prisoners in their custody to a handful of maverick guards, in fact such criminal acts were widely perpetrated and systemic, likely involving large numbers of military personnel, a book by a survivor suggests. Additionally, guards were responsible for countless acts of murder, including death by crucifixion, lynching, poisoning, snakebite, withholding of medicines, starvation, and bludgeoning of innocent victims. And the murders committed by U.S. troops numbered at least in the hundreds, according to reliable sources.
Yeah, you know, I knew this would get out, and I can’t hide it anymore. Once Sniper and I took our troops out on patrol, and we got a bit bored. So we rounded up all the villagers we could find, and made a sort of Appian Way of crucifixes, just to relive a moment in Spartacus. Not proud of what we did, but, there it is. We also napalmed a village, raped Miss Piggy and boogie boarded down a pile of corpses.
Yeah, it’s my 40th. Hate birthdays because they are generally a disaster, but I am enjoying the benefits of my mid-life crisis with my 11 years junior future child bride, so I have nothing to bitch about. Well, except this fahkin’ test I am taking in T minus 7 days which will be the death of me. For those curious, I expect to be taking it again in February. I simply underestimated the amount of time I would need to study, something Susan has been warning me about for eons. Seriously, 27 damn subjects. Are you kidding me? 6 essay questions, a practical test, and then 200 multi-choice. I will do well on the latter two, but the essays will be the death of me.
Anyway, by way of understanding, on my birthday in the past I have been dumped twice (by the same girl) and had my car stolen. I’ve been beat up, beat someone up, lost my car at a Dead Show, lost my mind at the same show, and suffered a series of other calamities. So, it was no surprise when I logged into Warcraft last night to find that WoW would be down all day today. Of course it will. The one day I set aside to play, and I can’t. Then I get on the net this morning, and one of the first things I see is this:
Um, yeah, thanks Dick. Let me tell you about my goat. When I was a kid I went to my Uncle Dean’s place in Maine. He was uber-rich, although I didn’t know it at the time. He lost his leg as a kid, and my grandparents had a hard time affording prosthetics, so when he got old enough he started working in a prosthetics plant. Anyway, he did really well. At one point someone told me that he owned the largest log cabin in the country to have an indoor pool. Either way, I loved going there because he had a farm of sorts, with pigs, sheep and goats. Somehow we convinced my dad that my brother and I needed a goat, so we got Pepper. Dude, best pet ever. Pepper would walk to the bus stop with us, and while we went to school he would go hang in the corn lots which bordered my house on 2 sides. When we got back he would be waiting for me and we would go play in the sprinklers etc. During the summer he went to camp with us, and pestered folks for Good and Plenty candies, which he had an unwholesome love for.
Anyway, as I grew older and got involved in sports, I spent less time with Pepper, so my Mom, who was a visiting nurse, would take Pepper on her rounds. Anyway, this old blind couple my Mom looked in on took a love to Pepper, so sometimes when we were real busy, Pepper would go stay with the blind people.
Until the day these dipshits tied up Pepper in the kitchen and left the basement door open. Thanks Dicks. So, Pepper died from hanging from some negligent behavior, and I honestly haven’t forgiven those people to this day. So, a big thanks to that douche Alton Brown for bringing up that painful memory first thing this morning. Caro and I are getting a brother or sister for Mosby when we get a house. If Mosby had been a she her name was going to be Pepper Pugglesworth. Anyway, just yesterday Caro torpedoed my idea of getting this Porcupine as a pet, which I thought looked very much like a “Pepper.”
So anyway, if anyone knows where I can get a goat, call me.
On another note, Caro is refusing to make me lobster tonight, on the basis that she didn’t know how to cook it. Which is fine, because she is making her lasagne, which is awesome. But her latest excuse on the lobster cooking (mind you, all you do is boil water and drop them in) is that lobster cooking is clearly a dangerous endeavor, and as proof she offers this:
Last week a Federal Judge in Denver, Colorado ruled that lies are constitutionally protected. It is the first such ruling of its kind, extending to fallacious speech the same protections as say the “I have a Dream” speech. It’s instructive to see how we got here before delving into the decision itself.
Rick Glen Strandlof was a gay battalion commander of Marines who had a metal plate in his head (with no scar, amazingly) from wounds received watching the Battle of Fallujah from California on his Sony widescreen. During the ferocious fighting he saw there, he also had a finger shot off, despite the fact he still has all 10 digits on his hands. (No word on when he will be indicted for killing the father of Inigo Montoya.) Roaming around Colorado (having left Cali, and been tossed from Nevada for defrauding folks hoping to bring auto racing to Reno) Rick went by the last name “Duncan” where he bilked well-meaning folks for money for his left-wing veterans’ organization, and appeared as himself in various campaign commercials for anti-war organizations like VoteVets and candidates for Congress. He also attended Iraq Veterans Against the War poetry readings wherein he somehow survived a fate worse than death as each struggled to find something to rhyme with “illegal and Immoral.”
Of course, everything that Rick Glen “Duncan” Strandlof knew about war he learned from watching TBS on Memorial Day. I half expected him in this clip with Anderson Cooper to tell us about the time his unit went behind enemy lines with a guy named “Oddball” to rob a bank in Nancy. (more…)
I think that any information you have in that regard is absolutely without foundation. – Harry Reid responding to a reporter who said there were illegal aliens undocumented Americans working in the construction industry in Nevada.
Um, dumbass. As you note, the civil suit was filed in January 7, 2009. That case went before a judge in April, and none of the NBP guys showed up, and so there was a directed verdict. That is when Holder dropped the case, after it had already been won.
So, what exactly was your point again? Isn’t injunctive relief what was being sought? Didn’t that almost happen save for Holder?
Right outside my office window….not 300 meters away, I mean RIGHT OUTSIDE MY WINDOW.
This will be a Fan Fest unlike any other. The entire event — including the concert — is free. So bring your friends, grab your lawn chairs and head down to 700 North Pennsylvania Street for a special evening with the Indianapolis Colts at the American Legion Mall. Food and beverage will be available for sale.
The concert will take place from 6:00 – 7:30p.m., but there will be a myriad of activities going on throughout the three hour event. Indianapolis Colts players and Cheerleaders will be on hand signing autographs.
Fans will also be able to participate in the “Bleed Blue Blood Drive” by donating at the Indiana Blood Center, register their kids for Colts Kids Club and try their hand at catching an NFL punt from a Jugs machine. And don’t forget, everyone has the opportunity to register to win free Colts tickets.
Seriously, why is God giving me the Job treatment today?
I did all I could….I put up Pat on my window facing outside.
