Read This, And Tell Me Again…

…how sacred the Arabs hold their mosques.

The Goddess Speaks!

Go, and worship!

She presents an opposing view to mine, and yet my needle begins to waver, due to her words. She makes several convincing points, and may just be the sobering slap to the face I needed.

We shall see…

I Can Be Wrong…

I have made a complete 180 on this UAE ports deal. This and this convinced me. Read them and tell me what you think.

I now fully support the sale, with reservations.

Update:

But wait, there’s more. Good stuff.

Random Sick Thought…

If you had the money and the equipment and the skill and the determination, why couldn’t you extrude plastic explosives into several festive, ballbearing-filled shapes, let’s say, plastic trash cans?

Playground toys? Newspaper racks? Benches?

Include the detonator inside, and blow it at will. Who pays attention to the garbage man?

Have a nice day!

 

Well, Isn’t This…

…special.

The ramifications are terrifying.

You have got to be…

…shitting me.

 Somebody needs to pay those folks a visit. Is all that shit I hear about Southern boys just that?

Perspective…

Some young Marines, yesterday, came upon a 4 year old Iraqi boy who had been cut in half by something fast and hot and final…the boy was still alive, and trying to crawl.

Our Marines did what they could, summoning aid and whatnot, but I think we all know the outcome. Had I been their NCO, I would have ordered them to move on ahead, and then knelt and gently put that child out of his misery…we would have all gone on to have our own special nightmares…later.

There is a job to do…it is messy, and only certain, very special people can do it. Compare the amount of deployed military to the population of just the United States alone, and you see that it is a very infinitesimal slice, comparatively.

I wish people would just shut the fuck up and back the fuck off and try to keep things in perspective. More people will die this Sunday in car accidents going to and from church than have died and been wounded and been captured and tortured to death in this whole fucking war.

And there will still be the story of a little boy, seeing his own guts laid out around him, and some young Americans who will never forget that image for the rest of their lives.

God Bless them all…

I Talk With Real Marines A Lot…

Some of them are my sons.I have asked for an ear collection, but none of those worthless brown ones. I want the white ones from the ‘human shields’.

You who think to stand against us should be very afraid. All of your logic and pretty words are as nothing, when the bayonet goes in and twists…

And don’t think that you matter, there on the ground, because he is already moving on to his next victim…

Yeah, we gave them cookies and water in the last one…they surrendered to us in droves, and it was almost comical.

Of course, we buried a whole bunch of Islamo-turds in miles of trenches, but that was just the most sanitary thing to do, dontcha-know…

We didn’t have the images of our people falling to their deaths, then…the hard SMACK that made even seasoned firefighters flinch…

We didn’t have the images of couples leaping, hand in hand, to spatter many stories below, never to be buried together…

We didn’t have the image of our own planes augering into our own buildings, while our breakfast cooled unnoticed on the counters of our kitchens, while we decided to keep the kids home that day…

And then we saw the films of little raghead bastards celebrating, dancing in our own streets, and in the ‘Arab Streets’, throwing candy to cheering little Ay-rab animals…

The rage has been simmering, and now hundreds of thousands of us are going to descend on the first target and annihilate it, and slaughter until we get our fill, and then we are going to move on to the next target…

Why do you think we need all of those carrier battle groups for just one shitty camel-dump of a country?

Oh, just watch the dominoes fall, and watch people like me, here in the rear with the gear, use our highly trained skills when the Arab sleepers finally awake…

God is Great…

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Well…

I just got a call from one of my Marine sons who had signed up and contracted for a supply MOS, just passed all of his training and testing in the MOS with flying colors, and is now headed to Kuwait as a grunt…Oh, he’ll be guarding supply lines, but that is about as close as he’ll get to ‘Supply’.

Tell your young’ns this cautionary tale when they come to you with a desire to volunteer.

It just pisses me off that contracts aren’t honored any more. It bugs me that he’s going…heck, I wouldn’t want him going there as a tourist…and I could understand it if he was needed to replace a combat casualty, but this appears to me to be just more GI chickenshit.

My other Marine is gung ho to go, but they won’t let him go…appears he’s more valuable as a recruiter, hustling more wide-eyed innocents in to get fucked over.

Oh well…

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I Heard The Other Day…

…that more people die from the flu each year than die of AIDS, and yet I fail to discern a flu ribbon on the lapels of the soft hearted and softheaded.Instead, I am expected to send my tax money overseas, so some African baby-raper can live another day to bust open some screaming little infant girls pussy, and then pass the poison into her.

I read today that two Palestinkian boys, ages 8 and 13, were apprehended in an Israeli community (in Israel) while they were in the middle of an attempted murder spree.

Yes folks, the little bastards are being ‘jumped in’ to criminal gangs like Hamas and Al Aqsucka’s. To ‘make their bones’, they must go forth and kill Jews. These little fellas were enthusiastic, but luckily for their targets, they just weren’t any good at it.

I don’t know why or how the little wastes of skin survived…Jews are either exercising restraint like I never knew was possible, or Jews are just shitty shots.

Some little raghead swine breaks into MY house and proceeds to fillet my little son or daughter, the Jews in the trash bag suits are gonna be sponging up bits of him from all over my house, later. Then I’d mail the little fuckers head to his mom.

I bought myself a little Koran the other day…

Ornate-looking piece of pagan gimcrackery.

I tried wiping my ass with a few torn out pages, but the resulting ink-stain on my starfish was hard on my briefs, so, instead, I now just tear off a page, and drop it down in the mess, and piss on it, and then flush.

Hey, you got your candle-light vigils, don’t mess with mine.

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“…U.S. forces are not permitted to follow al-Qaida forces back into Pakistan when they flee.”

Boy, there’s that dog-chain rattlin’ down the porch steps again… The Gulf? Laos/Cambodia? Ring a bell? Shitheads never learn. Of course, like Laos/Cambodia, Nixon bombed and insurged anyway. I have high hopes that Bush is just collecting satellite and drone imagery preparatory to a massive B-52 strike (Gosh, I wish you could pay to sponsor a bomb and have your own message put on it. It’d help the war effort, and be a heckuva lotta fun for the folks back here playing at home!).
I have high hopes that we’ve made a secret alliance with India, so when the balloon goes up in Iraq this November, India nukes the piss out of Pakistan, parts of China, and we nuke the parts of China they missed. Russia’d go along with it, too, if the plan was tight and they were cut in on the booty. Heck, give the Russkies operational control of the launches, and have their observers everywhere but on our subs!
Using tactical nukes and air power to supplement India’s First Strike, the Chink War Machine could be decimated within, say, a week at the outside. With Pakistan shattered, and the US pounding the crap out of any Muslum country who doesn’t just shut the fuck up, India could send in whatever manpower was neccesary to mop up in China. With a decent propaganda effort, we could probably convince the surviving Chinks we just helped them out!
I’m not convinced that this would bring on Armegeddon, and I’m a little disappointed about that. Oh well, we’ll just have to try harder next time.

Just In Case You Think I’m Bullshitting…

…or some kind of lying-ass pussy, you should frisk me and search my car.I am never more than a heartbeat away from a deadly weapon. I keep two guns in my car, a sneaky one, and a heavy caliber automatic, each with ten magazines and two boxes of ammo, and a magazine loader…

Machete, boot knife, badass Spyderco, brass knuckles, a two foot steel pipe…my wife keeps an automatic loaded with Glazer’s in the diaper bag…

O’course, I’m fucked if a member of the Religion O’ Peace snipes my ass from his car trunk while his teenage boyfriend (“…for pleasure, a young boy…” The Koran) sets up the shot.

Get smart, my Bruthas From Anutha Mutha, prepare to deal out death as needed… there is no safe place, anymore.

It’s 1 am, you’re half kakked, trying to get the waitress to sell you ‘jus wun more drinkie’, and some fuck-monkey throws in a grenade and opens up with two Glock .45’s…yeah, you better be ready!

… cuz I don’t want to hear all your whining from that special circle of hell reserved for wide-eyed retards.

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We need to get together a bunch of guys…

…with really big feet to go over to Indonesia and just start crushing them little fuckers flat.

Fuckin little Ferengi are really startin to piss me off. Their muslum ’soldiers’ all look like they dressed up in their dad’s uniform and gear for halloween.
I think we should arm the native Christian population over there with the baddest shit we have, including tactical nukes, and then lettem clean house…support em with Special Forces advisers, B-52’s, and naval gunfire wherever they ask for it.
And who gives a shit if an American tourist sticks his head somewhere they’ve been told not to, and gets it whacked off? Fukkem, they were warned. And that goes for missionaries, too…like we don’t have starving people over here and suchlike that need ministering to.

Don’t get me wrong, you kill an American, your whole shitty country should get smoked…heck, if you so much as snatch an American wallet, for that matter.
They keep telling me we’re a ‘Superpower’…yeah, right…when did we become such a nation of money-hungry pussies?

My Worst Day, Ever…

Well, I’m sure you’re all happy to hear that I made it back alive from San Diego.

Yay.

The only terrorists I saw were the little Abu-Sayyaf monkeys working ’security’ at the gates. One of them, the broad with the wand, looked like a little gook hobbit…she could have blown me while standing. The wand looked like a rifle in her hands, and I could have had a pistol in a shoulder holster and she couldn’t have reached it.

As it was, I managed to smuggle in my Spyderco Police Model in my checked luggage…I ain’t gonna be unarmed down in jungle-land, I’ll tell you.

They have signs in the airport now that tell you not to joke around. They say they are serious.

Every so often some turd-worldian with a mouth full of marbles makes an announcement over the public address system that makes people look at each other with ‘what the fuck?’ looks on their faces. I felt really secure, sitting in the plane, with the back door open out to the tarmac that any diaper-head with a gun and a grudge could have waltzed through and right into the cabin, cuz they never once shut the cabin door until just before takeoff.

Ahhh, fukkit, we’re doomed.
I spent a lovely week with my daughter and sons, enjoying the Marine graduation ceremonies, then watching DI’s ‘kill’ recruits in the ‘Pits’ around the base.
I made a tactical error, though, last Thursday evening. I thought it would be a great idea to get a bottle of Canadian Mist and some beers and get plowed on Boilermakers, watch TV in the room, and get enough sleep so I could go to the Colors ceremony early in the morning.

I poured my shot, cracked my beer, and offered my sons a tipple, as well.

My hippie/goth son took his, and my Marine Sergeant son took his, and my daughter burrowed deeper into her book and her bed, disgusted with all of us.

My sons remarked on how smooth and tasty the bourbon was, and began to drink straight from the bottle. The trouble started when an acquaintance my Marine brought with him couldn’t handle his liquor, and began to talk shit. My goth son, insulted, and blind drunk by now, staggered outside saying he was “gonna fuggin hitchhike back to Oregon”; my Marine had left, and here I was, face to face with this drunk, raving stranger.

I was sitting at the foot of my bed, and this guy I didn’t know, had never met before, was talking major shit and getting all up in my face. This would have been okay, I could have waited until my Marine came back and took over, but my daughter tried to say something and this guy showed that he was willing to hurt us both. I knew there was no way I could take this guy in an unfair fight, and I could see that he was waiting for me to make a move, so I put my hands under my ass, sat on them, and offered him my jaw for him to hit…

…this guy was really beginning to scare me. I noticed that he would close his eyes and turn his head away briefly before he would get back into my face…

…by this time my daughter was crying on her bed, and I had gone completely combat sober…
…his eyes closed…I slipped my knife out of my pocket with my thumb, into my hand, under my ass cheek…his eyes closed, I opened the blade and held the knife open along my leg…I pulled my left hand out from under my ass and made a dismissive gesture to distract him…then I told him to shut the fuck up and either do something or quit boring me to death.

If he’d have grabbed me then, I would have cut the underside of his upper arm and then slashed him across the forehead to blind him with his own blood, and then I might of had to poke a hole in something important…
…without taking my eyes off him, I told my daughter to get the hell out and she rushed out of the room behind him. Then, almost anticlimactically, my Marine came back, the asshole left, and my son spent an hour apologizing for his buddies’ behavior.

Man, I love that guy…my son, I mean. I hope to never see or hear from that other guy again. I can�t remember the last time any man scared me that bad. I almost cut myself sneaking that badass knife back into my pocket.
My daughter found my goth son wandering around the parking lot with his pants off at three a.m., covered in mud, and she and her boyfriend thoughtfully brought him back and threw him in bed with me…

…in the morning, the sheets looked like I’d mud-fucked a herd of pigs…wonder what the maid thought about that one?
I had two very hung over sons the next day. The Marine held it back, but the goth puked several times, especially when I offered to go get him some raw oysters in tomato juice to help him out…ungrateful S.O.B.

Ahhh, I love him, too. A Dad worries, but I have really great kids in spite of all my efforts to fuck them up.
I just wish I was better at telling them that.

The Towers…

I think they should rebuild the towers exactly as they were, with the exception of incorporating modern improvements that were made and/or discovered since they were first built. This would include mounting Phalanx weapons systems and anti-air missiles, staffed full time on the roof, changing watch only by helicopter (I think every large city in America should be protected this way).

Two new towers would be the best ‘Fuck You’ we could say, and the best memorial for the big puddle of American DNA that would be buried honorably underneath them.

I think we should, today, send nuclear capable cruise missles, most unarmed, into the heart of every muslum capital city and ‘holy’ site on the planet, televised live on CNN via ‘missle-cam’, with a presidential address to follow.

Mr. Bush would just say, “you’ve had your warning shot, next time they’re real. The next attack of any sort on American soil, the missles will be armed. The next attack on American interests any where else in the world, the missles will be armed. As you can see, all of the missles that I sent to Iraq today…were armed. Do not test my resolve, or the resolve of the American people, or we…will…bury…you. I have ordered today that all American embassies be closed in every muslim country we have them in, and in any country that supports terrorism. This includes France. I have also today ordered every non-western embassy in the United States closed, and have had all of their staffs deported. Each country so effected may petition to reopen their embassy’s here, with an understanding that any act of espionage from here on out will be considered an Act of War, and will be dealt with severely. All aid to these countries has been suspended until they petition us for aid, and agree to follow certain guidleines and restrictions regarding trade, human rights, and other issues as yet to be worked out with the Secretary Powell and the State Department. Any Act of War or terrorism against the State of Isreal will be considered an Act of War against the United States of America. This will be reevaluated if and when the current PLO government is replaced with a genuine, fairly elected, constitutional democracy. Hear my words, fear my country, and do not doubt that we have the will to do what is necessary.”
Yeah…I wish.

Hey, I Gotta Tell You…

These cunts who marry Ay-rabs, and then whine about losing their kids, like that major whiner-cunt Pat Roush, can just go fuck themselves as far as I’m concerned.DUH!!!

What did you expect, you raghead wannabe douchebags!!!

Ooooh, lessee, “I sold myself to this dark-eyed romeo (gad, go fuck a spic…they’ll be greatful, and mexico is a lot closer to get your kids back from) and now I’m whining because because he, following his religion, beats me with a stick, and takes my kid back home where I have no rights at all?”

These loser sluts who apparently can’t get a decent Amurrican to fuck them, so they start bottom feeding…well, they can all just go hang.

By the way, if I see another fucking firefighter or cop memorial today, I’m gonna puke.

Where are the monuments and ceremonies for all the janitors, pizza guys, secretaries, and hot dog vendors?

I am SO conflicted by this whole 9/11 thing…if you would have asked me before 9/11 if I would have liked to see those shitheads in those buildings get blowed up…I would have enthusiastically said “Hell Yes!!!”

The Pentagon? Why not?

Congress and/or the Senate? Fuckin A!!!

Then it happens, and I gotta pick which victims make me sad and which don’t…

Every time an angel farts, another faggot croaks, that’s my philosophy.

One of my sons was almost in the Pentagon that day, and I’m glad his meeting was canceled, but I can shed no tears for that bloated military industrial bureaucracy getting center punched…

I regret the loss of the passengers and crew, and I hate it that the tools used against us were these subhuman wastes of chromosomes and skin we label as ‘ragheads’.

But, my basic philosophy still holds…don’t bitch about the ride when you bought the ticket.

Eight years of Clinton and her Whore, and thirty years of escalating decadence…

Yeah, we bought and paid for our future.

Deal.

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