An American, unidentified except for a name in Arabic meaning 'The American', from Florida went to Syria and performed a suicide bombing against the Syrian government.
Unfortunately, since it was a suicide attack, obama can't send a drone after him. I can hear the cries of 'no fair' from the Whitehouse all the way out here in Oklahoma.
Don't worry, Mr. Fake President; pretty soon we'll have had enough of your sorry ass and you can declare martial law and use them against citizens of your own country.
But....
1. You'd better have a whole damn lot of 'em, and
2. You better use 'em all quick, because we aren't gonna sit on our asses waiting to be next...
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Saturday, May 31, 2014
Saturday Morning Cartoons!
With all the Spiderman movies now out there, and as popular as they are, I thought maybe I should join in:
Friday, May 30, 2014
Another point against Obamacare
Thanks to 90 Miles From Tyranny for the heads up on THIS article.
Apparently, working Americans are now collectively responsible for providing Medicaid to convicted convicts being released from prison. WTF? Can't they go out and steal enough to buy their OWN insurance?
Apparently, working Americans are now collectively responsible for providing Medicaid to convicted convicts being released from prison. WTF? Can't they go out and steal enough to buy their OWN insurance?
Opponents of the Affordable Care Act say that expanding Medicaid has further burdened an already overburdened program, and that allowing enrollment of inmates only worsens the problem. They also contend that while shifting inmate health care costs to the federal government may help states’ budgets, it will deepen the federal deficit. And they assert that allowing newly released inmates to receive Medicaid could present new public relations problems for the Affordable Care Act.
“There can be little doubt that it would be controversial if it was widely understood that a substantial proportion of the Medicaid expansion that taxpayers are funding would be directed toward convicted criminals,” said Avik Roy, a senior fellow at the Manhattan Institute, a conservative policy group.
Third political party isn't Tea Party, its Islam Party
From Allen West:
With an eye toward the 2016 election, the radical Muslim Brotherhood has built the framework for a political party in America that seeks to turn Muslims into an Islamist voting bloc. “Muslim voters have the potential to be swing voters in 2016.
The scary part of all this is, that fucker obama is paving the way for them. Shit like insulting Islam, Muslims, or their misanthropic incestuous pedophile prophet Mohamed being hate speech, but ignoring all the times they say killing us infidels is perfectly ok. Supporting Muslims here in America while denigrating Christianity.
The article linked above in red is worth reading. Check it out.
Fridays Tips, Tricks, and Tools
Its time for another Tool Quiz!
Name That Tool:
Name That Tool:
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| Hint: This is made out of leather and rivets. |
Question
If you were a psycho doc, and Sterling's wife offered you 5 million to find your husband 'mentally incompetent, would you?
Just a question that comes to mind. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain...
Just a question that comes to mind. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain...
Shinseki
I love the way he says he was "misled" by reports that were "inaccurate".
How about "I couldn't care less that my senior administrators were falsifying legal documents, as long as I looked good"?
Fucking bureaucrats.
Now I'm listening to some schmuck on the news saying what a fantastic job Shinseki did with the veteran homeless and asking how far Shinseki should go. "Should he fire every administrator who lied to him?"
The answer should be a resounding YES, but you know damn well they won't be.
And a final question. Why is it okay that Obama uses the excuse 'I wasn't informed' or 'I didn't know' and we let HIM get away with it, while firing others who have been 'misled'? Isn't obummer Shinseki's boss? Shouldn't HE be aware?
I ask this because some bitch reporter is asking how the president can NOT fire him for using the excuse 'he wasn't aware'.
Of course, he didn't have to fire him, because even though an hour before, Shinseki gave a speech laying out his future plans, he 'offered his resignation'. What a bunch of bullshit.
Fucking politicians.
How about "I couldn't care less that my senior administrators were falsifying legal documents, as long as I looked good"?
Fucking bureaucrats.
Now I'm listening to some schmuck on the news saying what a fantastic job Shinseki did with the veteran homeless and asking how far Shinseki should go. "Should he fire every administrator who lied to him?"
The answer should be a resounding YES, but you know damn well they won't be.
And a final question. Why is it okay that Obama uses the excuse 'I wasn't informed' or 'I didn't know' and we let HIM get away with it, while firing others who have been 'misled'? Isn't obummer Shinseki's boss? Shouldn't HE be aware?
I ask this because some bitch reporter is asking how the president can NOT fire him for using the excuse 'he wasn't aware'.
Of course, he didn't have to fire him, because even though an hour before, Shinseki gave a speech laying out his future plans, he 'offered his resignation'. What a bunch of bullshit.
Fucking politicians.
She really DOES want your pecker. Just not attached to you....
Okay, MEN, get your bug out bag, grab all the ammo you can carry, load your weapons and head for your hideout. They're coming for your....
...PENIS!
When it comes to horrible mass killings in America, the assailant is almost always male. Many see that gender reality as crucial to understanding gun violence in America. The New Statesman's Laurie Penny argues that "if you think for one second, for one solitary second, that demanding tolerance for men as a group, that dismissing the reality of violence against women because not all men kill, not all men rape, if you think that's more important than demanding justice for those who have been brutalized and murdered by those not all men, then you are part of the problem."
You can click anywhere on the above paragraph to read the rest of the article, but why bother? If you have a penis, you are a mass murdering psychopath.
Your gun isn't the problem. The fact that you are mentally deranged isn't the problem. The problem is you have a set of balls.
And there are those out there as desiring of cutting them off as there are those wanting to take your guns. Or preferably your balls AND guns...
I'd say if they want the first, they damned well better take the last! I can always get another gun, criminals manage to all the time...the boys, however...
I blame all these 'so understanding,' wanna-be-women, faggots out there. And the 'metrosexual' so-called man wearing his makeup and carrying a man-bag. See, if a queer identifies himself as a 'woman', of course he's going to be the perfect 'girlfriend' for the ladies. (S)he's soooo understanding, and absolutely no threat whatsoever. It isn't going to steal her man, because he's one of us Neanderthal's who goes out and shoots a rabbit with a howitzer to put meat on the table, and if she's single, none of the hairy knuckle types she goes for would give it the time of day, so it's no competition.
And hey, I got no problem with that. You ain't gonna breed, so at least you won't be pissing in the gene pool. You 'guys' wanna fuck each other, go for it. Do your thing, whatever that is. Leaves more gals for us Neanderthals.
And yes. I AM talking about sex. Good ol' man-on-top-get-it-over-with-go-have-a-sandwich SEX.
I like sex. Sex is fun. Sex is good. And I have had what I would consider my share of willing female partners who felt the same way, and some even made me the sandwich. They seemed to enjoy themselves. I know I did.
There was never any rape, although one lady I knew liked to pretend.... But I digress.
Ladies: I'm sorry. Not for my actions or thoughts, but for the fact that not all of us can be Barry Obama. Some of us ride motorcycles without a helmet, not girly bikes with a safety hat. Some of us go out hunting, and eat what we kill, We can't all eat keesh (real men can't even spell q-u-i-c-h-e) and cold potato soup delivered to us by the secret service disguised as a waiter. Some of us occasionally pee on the seat. Not because we mean to, but because unlike barry obama, we stand up when we pee.
But we vicious, mentally deranged Neanderthals blessed with the Y chromosomes are those who will come to your rescue when people like obama will throw you at the mugger in order to escape. We are the ones who feel it is normal to want to support our ladies, comfort them, protect them, and provide hearth and home.
If you think for one minute I feel bad because of who and what I am, you are a sad, miserable, little shrew and all you will ever get from me is my pity.(I can't speak from experience, but I'm told a woman's orgasm from S E X can make everything from her hair to her toes curl....again, I'm just going by what I've been told...) Robert A. Heinlein summed it up when he said something to the effect that "a TRUE woman takes her pride off with her knickers and does her whorish best."
I would add to this that when needed, she also rolls up her sleeves to work beside her man, has his babies, cares for him when he's all whiny and annoying because he's sick, can reload, and shoot straight when needed, raise the kids, keep the house and the checkbook, make a great dinner from anything, and do all this while driving to the store to pick up a six of Old Milwaukee and a porno flick at the nudie video store. But of course, maybe that's just me...
And a TRUE man* adores her, appreciates her, cherishes her, and loves her! I know I do!
*(Guys, I know for a fact doing dishes once a year or so won't remove the callouses, and you wouldn't believe the appreciation sex! She might even get one of those flicks with TWO girls...)
...PENIS!
When it comes to horrible mass killings in America, the assailant is almost always male. Many see that gender reality as crucial to understanding gun violence in America. The New Statesman's Laurie Penny argues that "if you think for one second, for one solitary second, that demanding tolerance for men as a group, that dismissing the reality of violence against women because not all men kill, not all men rape, if you think that's more important than demanding justice for those who have been brutalized and murdered by those not all men, then you are part of the problem."
You can click anywhere on the above paragraph to read the rest of the article, but why bother? If you have a penis, you are a mass murdering psychopath.
Your gun isn't the problem. The fact that you are mentally deranged isn't the problem. The problem is you have a set of balls.
And there are those out there as desiring of cutting them off as there are those wanting to take your guns. Or preferably your balls AND guns...
I'd say if they want the first, they damned well better take the last! I can always get another gun, criminals manage to all the time...the boys, however...
I blame all these 'so understanding,' wanna-be-women, faggots out there. And the 'metrosexual' so-called man wearing his makeup and carrying a man-bag. See, if a queer identifies himself as a 'woman', of course he's going to be the perfect 'girlfriend' for the ladies. (S)he's soooo understanding, and absolutely no threat whatsoever. It isn't going to steal her man, because he's one of us Neanderthal's who goes out and shoots a rabbit with a howitzer to put meat on the table, and if she's single, none of the hairy knuckle types she goes for would give it the time of day, so it's no competition.
And hey, I got no problem with that. You ain't gonna breed, so at least you won't be pissing in the gene pool. You 'guys' wanna fuck each other, go for it. Do your thing, whatever that is. Leaves more gals for us Neanderthals.
And yes. I AM talking about sex. Good ol' man-on-top-get-it-over-with-go-have-a-sandwich SEX.
I like sex. Sex is fun. Sex is good. And I have had what I would consider my share of willing female partners who felt the same way, and some even made me the sandwich. They seemed to enjoy themselves. I know I did.
There was never any rape, although one lady I knew liked to pretend.... But I digress.
Ladies: I'm sorry. Not for my actions or thoughts, but for the fact that not all of us can be Barry Obama. Some of us ride motorcycles without a helmet, not girly bikes with a safety hat. Some of us go out hunting, and eat what we kill, We can't all eat keesh (real men can't even spell q-u-i-c-h-e) and cold potato soup delivered to us by the secret service disguised as a waiter. Some of us occasionally pee on the seat. Not because we mean to, but because unlike barry obama, we stand up when we pee.
But we vicious, mentally deranged Neanderthals blessed with the Y chromosomes are those who will come to your rescue when people like obama will throw you at the mugger in order to escape. We are the ones who feel it is normal to want to support our ladies, comfort them, protect them, and provide hearth and home.
If you think for one minute I feel bad because of who and what I am, you are a sad, miserable, little shrew and all you will ever get from me is my pity.(I can't speak from experience, but I'm told a woman's orgasm from S E X can make everything from her hair to her toes curl....again, I'm just going by what I've been told...) Robert A. Heinlein summed it up when he said something to the effect that "a TRUE woman takes her pride off with her knickers and does her whorish best."
I would add to this that when needed, she also rolls up her sleeves to work beside her man, has his babies, cares for him when he's all whiny and annoying because he's sick, can reload, and shoot straight when needed, raise the kids, keep the house and the checkbook, make a great dinner from anything, and do all this while driving to the store to pick up a six of Old Milwaukee and a porno flick at the nudie video store. But of course, maybe that's just me...
And a TRUE man* adores her, appreciates her, cherishes her, and loves her! I know I do!
*(Guys, I know for a fact doing dishes once a year or so won't remove the callouses, and you wouldn't believe the appreciation sex! She might even get one of those flicks with TWO girls...)
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Some guys couldn't get fucked in a flophouse with a fist full of fifties.
That doesn't mean that any guy who can't get lucky pretty regular is going on a shooting spree.
I am getting so sick and tired of feminists out there portraying every single being with a dick as a raging Neanderthal, eating freshly killed raw meat, while swigging down a sixpack of Old Milwaukee.
Personally, I doubt most of these feminists have ever been laid at all. And are jealous of those women who occasionally dabble in the delights of the boudoir.
I have never degraded women due to gender, although I admit to (for the most part) thinking of them as 'the weaker sex'. As in physical prowess. I tend to want to protect them and be gently but definitely male. But I have never thought of them as less than myself, merely different. Wonderfully, delightfully, amazingly different.
And I like it that way. The mere thought of cuddling up to a man on a cold night does absolutely nothing for me. If I had to in order to survive, I probably would, but it would not be an enjoyable act and I'd probably make up some story of building fire with a wad of chewing gum than admit to it. There would be no pictures, and I'd deny having done it to my dying days. Whereas the curvaceous warm body of a woman is something I enjoy even on a warm evening.
Have I had sex with more than one woman in my life. Well, not at the same time (damnit!), but yes, I have known the pleasure of a number of women. Please feel free to speculate here. Am I ashamed of this. No. Do I feel a certain amount of pride in my masculine prowess? You bet! To find that I am attractive enough for a woman to be my companion for a night is absolutely flattering, and a helluva ego boost! And although it may be that they just don't want to hurt my fragile little man-feelings, ain't a one of them ever complained. Well, there was that one time on the beach, but it was more due to sand in an irritating spot than me.....
I don't think it was the mere fact that this asshat in California couldn't get laid that made him go off the deep end. He was already on the edge of the gene pool, and used his lack of sexual prowess to validate his insanity. Did he think he was owed sex? Yes. Of course he did. And when he didn't have the cojones to actually woo a member of the fairer gender, his balance shifted and he snapped.
We men, and I'm talking true men, do not think we are owed sex. We earn it. We strive to impress the ladies, beat on our chests, grunt, do all the same shit a silverback gorilla will do in his quest for nookie, and if the object of our desire is willing, we get laid. And if we're really good, maybe we can get some really weird kinky shit too!
And our double X chromosome partner will go tell her girlfriends all about it. Good or bad. So, if we want to get laid more often, we damn well had better be good at it. And its a scientific fact that humans who have more sex give off more pheromones, which attract more of the opposite sex to our bedrooms. Sex is a lot like money: hard to get when you ain't got any, but if you get enough, it tends to take care of itself. At least that's what I've heard, never having enough money to take care of me, much less itself!
Bottom line in my never humble opinion: Men like sex. Women like sex. Sometimes it clicks for one and not the other, sometimes for both, and sometimes for neither. Plus there are certain rules I believe should be followed, at least now that I'm older and supposed to be wiser. If your married, you don't play the field. If she's someone else's spouse, you back the fuck off. And probably number one: If she has a boyfriend, can you take him while you're stark naked, flapping in the breeze when he catches the two of you in flagrante delecti?
So my response to those feminists who think all men are pigs, I say you're right. Some of us may be better at it than others, but we all like sex. Even those faggoty types that like it in a sicko way. So my simple advice to you is: Either go get fucked, or go fuck yourself! There's a reason tab A fits into slot B when it comes time to put the pieces together, and thankfully, most guys don't need to read the instructions for this one. 'Cause you know us guys and instruction manuals......
I am getting so sick and tired of feminists out there portraying every single being with a dick as a raging Neanderthal, eating freshly killed raw meat, while swigging down a sixpack of Old Milwaukee.
Personally, I doubt most of these feminists have ever been laid at all. And are jealous of those women who occasionally dabble in the delights of the boudoir.
I have never degraded women due to gender, although I admit to (for the most part) thinking of them as 'the weaker sex'. As in physical prowess. I tend to want to protect them and be gently but definitely male. But I have never thought of them as less than myself, merely different. Wonderfully, delightfully, amazingly different.
And I like it that way. The mere thought of cuddling up to a man on a cold night does absolutely nothing for me. If I had to in order to survive, I probably would, but it would not be an enjoyable act and I'd probably make up some story of building fire with a wad of chewing gum than admit to it. There would be no pictures, and I'd deny having done it to my dying days. Whereas the curvaceous warm body of a woman is something I enjoy even on a warm evening.
Have I had sex with more than one woman in my life. Well, not at the same time (damnit!), but yes, I have known the pleasure of a number of women. Please feel free to speculate here. Am I ashamed of this. No. Do I feel a certain amount of pride in my masculine prowess? You bet! To find that I am attractive enough for a woman to be my companion for a night is absolutely flattering, and a helluva ego boost! And although it may be that they just don't want to hurt my fragile little man-feelings, ain't a one of them ever complained. Well, there was that one time on the beach, but it was more due to sand in an irritating spot than me.....
I don't think it was the mere fact that this asshat in California couldn't get laid that made him go off the deep end. He was already on the edge of the gene pool, and used his lack of sexual prowess to validate his insanity. Did he think he was owed sex? Yes. Of course he did. And when he didn't have the cojones to actually woo a member of the fairer gender, his balance shifted and he snapped.
We men, and I'm talking true men, do not think we are owed sex. We earn it. We strive to impress the ladies, beat on our chests, grunt, do all the same shit a silverback gorilla will do in his quest for nookie, and if the object of our desire is willing, we get laid. And if we're really good, maybe we can get some really weird kinky shit too!
And our double X chromosome partner will go tell her girlfriends all about it. Good or bad. So, if we want to get laid more often, we damn well had better be good at it. And its a scientific fact that humans who have more sex give off more pheromones, which attract more of the opposite sex to our bedrooms. Sex is a lot like money: hard to get when you ain't got any, but if you get enough, it tends to take care of itself. At least that's what I've heard, never having enough money to take care of me, much less itself!
Bottom line in my never humble opinion: Men like sex. Women like sex. Sometimes it clicks for one and not the other, sometimes for both, and sometimes for neither. Plus there are certain rules I believe should be followed, at least now that I'm older and supposed to be wiser. If your married, you don't play the field. If she's someone else's spouse, you back the fuck off. And probably number one: If she has a boyfriend, can you take him while you're stark naked, flapping in the breeze when he catches the two of you in flagrante delecti?
So my response to those feminists who think all men are pigs, I say you're right. Some of us may be better at it than others, but we all like sex. Even those faggoty types that like it in a sicko way. So my simple advice to you is: Either go get fucked, or go fuck yourself! There's a reason tab A fits into slot B when it comes time to put the pieces together, and thankfully, most guys don't need to read the instructions for this one. 'Cause you know us guys and instruction manuals......
The problem with dogs
I love dogs. Big dogs, small dogs, hot dogs, (with mustard), but therein lies the rub, as they say. I have two small male dogs (neutered) that have been a part of my family for years. Both of them in dire straights at the time I rescued them, and both happy and healthy now. I recently took in another small dog that was having a hard time adjusting to his owner getting two bigger dogs, and slowly starving. Thankfully he and my granddaughter went full goose crazy over each other, and now he is living with her and happy and healthy also.
But.....
I am (eventually) moving out into the country, and spend a lot of nights out there trying to fix the place up. I like to keep a mutt with me to alert to coyotes and/or other varmints, including the two legged kind, coming around while I sleep. And my little half Chihuahua half Dachshund half stupid dog, Scooter, while being adept at barking at anything and everything, wouldn't stand a chance against a coyote, and I have seen them as close as eight feet away while I sit at my fire.
So I got a bigger dog. Addie. This one is an unspade female, who was literally being sucked to death by tics. When the folks giving her up met with me, they literally threw her at me and left. Then I noticed the ticks. Ears were covered. Her coat was muddy brown looking from all the bites and the blood. You could count every bone in her body.
Now she is healthy, putting on weight, and twice the size of when I got her. And that's my dilemma.
She is a normal, large puppy in every way. And she absolutely terrifies my wife's little five pound mixed breed terrier, and even though my dog will play tug-of-war with her, its not much of a battle when she weighs about 35 pounds, and Scooter weighs about 12. Plus, unless the rope they are pulling is over a foot and a half long, she cheats and steps on him. Then he runs away and the game is over. But she still wants to play!
SO.....
Now we have Penny. For some reason, folks around here don't much care for Pits. This little girl was dropped off out in the country, and the folks who she eventually found didn't want her, but were nice enough to put her on craigslist rather than take her to the pound. So I called the lady who put in the ad, and was told that she was still available, as a lot of people had called, but no one had actually showed to pick her up, and she was taking her to the pound that day at noon.
Our city immediately puts down any dog that shows signs of aggression or has any indication of Pit in its ancestry. This was quite honestly a death sentence for this dog. I told her that if she was going to drop the dog off at the pound, she could just bring her to my house instead, as it was actually closer than the pound from where she lived.
She agreed, and now I have FOUR dogs. Penny and Addie hit it right off, and chase each other, play together, and in tug-of-war it is a much more even match. Scooter still plays with Addie, but when he's had enough, Penny steps in and takes up the slack, so to speak.
And Petey, my wife's dog? He sits on the back of the sofa and watches all these goings-on content with the occasional scratch and petting. Harmony has been restored.
But.....
I am (eventually) moving out into the country, and spend a lot of nights out there trying to fix the place up. I like to keep a mutt with me to alert to coyotes and/or other varmints, including the two legged kind, coming around while I sleep. And my little half Chihuahua half Dachshund half stupid dog, Scooter, while being adept at barking at anything and everything, wouldn't stand a chance against a coyote, and I have seen them as close as eight feet away while I sit at my fire.
So I got a bigger dog. Addie. This one is an unspade female, who was literally being sucked to death by tics. When the folks giving her up met with me, they literally threw her at me and left. Then I noticed the ticks. Ears were covered. Her coat was muddy brown looking from all the bites and the blood. You could count every bone in her body.
Now she is healthy, putting on weight, and twice the size of when I got her. And that's my dilemma.
She is a normal, large puppy in every way. And she absolutely terrifies my wife's little five pound mixed breed terrier, and even though my dog will play tug-of-war with her, its not much of a battle when she weighs about 35 pounds, and Scooter weighs about 12. Plus, unless the rope they are pulling is over a foot and a half long, she cheats and steps on him. Then he runs away and the game is over. But she still wants to play!
SO.....
Now we have Penny. For some reason, folks around here don't much care for Pits. This little girl was dropped off out in the country, and the folks who she eventually found didn't want her, but were nice enough to put her on craigslist rather than take her to the pound. So I called the lady who put in the ad, and was told that she was still available, as a lot of people had called, but no one had actually showed to pick her up, and she was taking her to the pound that day at noon.
Our city immediately puts down any dog that shows signs of aggression or has any indication of Pit in its ancestry. This was quite honestly a death sentence for this dog. I told her that if she was going to drop the dog off at the pound, she could just bring her to my house instead, as it was actually closer than the pound from where she lived.
She agreed, and now I have FOUR dogs. Penny and Addie hit it right off, and chase each other, play together, and in tug-of-war it is a much more even match. Scooter still plays with Addie, but when he's had enough, Penny steps in and takes up the slack, so to speak.
And Petey, my wife's dog? He sits on the back of the sofa and watches all these goings-on content with the occasional scratch and petting. Harmony has been restored.
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
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