I Must Confess That I’ve Been Slumming…

January 30, 2003

I didn’t really know I was slumming, but the hints were there. I just chose to ignore the signs, because I was enjoying myself.
Isn’t that how it always goes? I was goofing off in http://www.right-thinking.com
and in http://kimdutoit.com.

The problem? They call themselves conservatives, and they pretty much tend to talk the talk. But they are both pro abortion, pro drug legalization, pro faggotry, and so on.

Yep, stealth liberals. It makes me genuinely sad. I am literally feeling so betrayed that there is an ache in my heart. Bet you think I didn’t have one of those, eh?

Well, I’m out of there, even though I really enjoyed the interplay and liberal bashing. I still like the guys well enough who host those sites, I just can’t, in good conscience, hang out there anymore.

This is why the only true friend I have is my wife, because she and I agree fully on all of the truly important issues.

I’ll meet someone who I think ‘hmmm, maybe I could make a friend, here’ and then they say something to the effect that ‘what two consenting adults do in the privacy of their own bedroom doesn’t effect me’ or ‘anybody who is anti-abortion and pro death penalty is just a hypocrite’ and the blatant wrongness of statements such as those, and all the other claptrap that proves they are another successful graduate of the American public school system, just knocks the wind out of me.

Oh, I could sit around in a bar with them and shoot the shit (except I don�t go to bars anymore), but I realize that true friendship will just not be possible unless one of us changes…and I’ve spent too much time and research, and have too much experience to change now.

Is that why I blog? Because I’m lonely?

Hmmmm, it’s possible…


I Talk With Real Marines A Lot…

January 21, 2003

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…

January 17, 2003

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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January 13, 2003

Hey, anybody wants me to quit cussing, just ask…anyone? No? I know some of you people listen to Howard Stern, c’mon, you sure you don’t want me to bring my rants up to his level of cultured sensitivity? Maybe I should start posting pictures of hot naked lesbians? Anybody who disagrees with me, I hope your dog cums on your face…
Oooops, did I go too far this time? Sorry, I’ll change for you…


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January 12, 2003

I guess I’m just not ‘up on things’. Where in the Righteous Blue Fuck did a retro-Clinton piece of shit spic fuckhead like Bill Richardson get the permission to deal with North Korean envoys in our name? Do governors make foreign policy for the Bush administration now? How come I don’t hear other people asking this question? Even that dessicated turd Jimmy Carter seems to attempt to get government permission before he goes about dealing with foreign governments, and he was a U.S. President, for shit’s sake, not some member of a criminal gang who probably sold secrets to China (and probably others) directly.
Well, I understand Colon-Polyp Powell is dealing with Mr. Bill, so it must be sanctioned in some way. This one has me just all bepuzzled.


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January 12, 2003

It’s all been said…

Well, it’s happened. At approximately 8:17 this morning, someone, somewhere, said the last word, and now everything being said is just repetition. There is no longer anything new under the sun. There may be some new scientific or archeological find that we haven’t seen, yet, but everything will have already been said about that, too.
You may all just as well be quiet, now, because whether you are whispering in your wife’s ear during sex, or speaking in front of an audience, you are just repeating the blather of others.


I Heard The Other Day…

January 11, 2003

…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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