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July 31, 2003

I usually only respond to breaking news when it pisses me off. If I lived in the area where this story occurred, I would be hunting and killing whatever group was responsible for this. I suspect it was dirty fucking spic greaser taco-fucking assholes, but it doesn’t matter. I’d shoot through their infant daughters to get to these assholes…

Marines Attacked, Stabbed By Gang Members
Four Servicemen Jumped By 15 People
POSTED: 6:59 a.m. PDT July 31, 2003
UPDATED: 7:17 a.m. PDT July 31, 2003
SAN DIEGO — Two off-duty Marines were stabbed, one critically, when they and two companions were attacked by more than a dozen alleged gang members early Thursday.
The fight took place in San Juan Capistrano, Calif., a small Orange County town north of Camp Pendleton. The four Marines, dressed in civilian clothes, left a bar shortly before 12:30 a.m. When they walked past a group of young men near a gas station at Del Obispo Street and Camino Capistrano, they got into an argument, according to Lt. Lloyd Downing of the Orange County Sheriff’s Department.
Downing said the local men left and came back in cars with reinforcements. About 15 men attacked the servicemen, some wielding knives, he said.

Carter Douglass Caroom, 23, was stabbed seven times in the back and chest, Downing said. Randall Roach, 22, was stabbed once and sustained other, less serious wounds.
Both men were taken to Mission Hospital Regional Medical Center, where Caroom was listed in critical condition, Downing said. Roach’s condition was not immediately known, but he was expected to survive, he said.
Steven Brown, 22, and Jason Mack, 27, were able to get away, according to Downing.
Investigators from a sheriff’s gang unit were searching for the attackers, Downing said.

Fucking cockfuckingsucker cuntbags!!!!!


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July 31, 2003

I stole a test from Acidman’s site a few weeks ago, intending to fix it, so below is the new and improved version. Feel free to use it yourself and modify it at will. I’ll take it myself, soon.

1. Do you have a personal hero? If so, who is it?

2. What is your favorite book of all time and what made it so good?

3. What does “diversity” mean to you?

4. What is the wildest thing you’ve ever done?

5. Do you regret doing it?

6. Can you drive a stick shift?

7. What’s your favorite movie ever?

8. Your least favorite movie?

9. Which is scarier: snakes or spiders?

10. What is the most disgusting thing you ever ate?

11. Did you puke?

12. Was losing your virginity an enjoyable experience?

13. Should oral sex be outlawed or encouraged?

14. Name one man with a fine ass.

15. Name one woman with a fine ass.

16. Now, did that make you feel like a homo?

17. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

18. What do you do when a stranger makes you angry?

19. What scares you the most, phobia-wise?

20. If you rode a motorcycle, would you wear a helmet even if the law said you didn‘t have to?

21. Name two great Presidents (five was just too hard).

22. Name three shitty Presidents.

23. If you could be president for one day, and could only achieve one thing, what would that be?

24. If someone gave you a magic button you could press and one person of your choice would cease to exist, who would you choose and why?

25. If you could have dinner and conversation with anyone in the history of the planet, who would you choose?


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July 31, 2003

It has been morbidly hot the last few days here in Oregon…103 or so. I need to sue the State for false advertising. Where is all that fog and rain when you need it?
I unscrewed the heat lamp from the fartsucker so only the fan runs when I flip the switch, then I get in the shower and take a hot one, then step out wet and stand in front of a fan. One of my window fans burned out yesterday so when I got out of Lara Croft: Tomb Raider (go see it, it’s good) I parted the heat waves with the bow of my pickup as I went all over town looking for a new fan. I went to five major stores, including Home Depot, and they were all out. Amazing. Finally, I went into Target, and they had plenty…tells you how many folks shop at Target. If I owned stock in Target, I would have dumped it all yesterday.
I love it when my son calls from Iraq and I can bitch to him about the heat…”Oh fuck you!” he says from his 130 degree vantage point. “What?” I say to him, “S’cuse me son, I have to take a big gulp of this icy cold beer before I perish…”…he makes a strangling sound…

Bought the little one’s toy doctor kits when I got the fan, and they are a big hit. They are running around listening to each other’s hearts, taking their temperatures, and I am teaching them that drugs are candy by putting Smarties in their little pill bottles.
I love the syringes that came in the kit. You know those ‘magic’ baby bottles that refill with milk or juice? Imagine a toy syringe that does that trick with blood. You should have seen their faces when I pretended to stick it in my eye and drew out ‘blood’. At least I know they won’t just faint outright, now, though they did sway a little. How come you never have a camera when they make faces like that?

Yesterday, my little boy let out a little cry and proceeded to begin puking like a rainbird sprinkler, but with more gushing. My feet are getting spattered and I’m trying to get this little pukebird off the carpet and I struggle the front door open (fucking child-proof knob covers are a bitch when your hands are slick with spew) and I’m hollering for my wife to get inside and help and to watch out for the puke and she steps right in it and I yell “you dumb fucking mongoloid bitch!” and…oops, she had been talking to two of the neighbor ladies who were now looking at me all bug-eyed…I had to go apologize to them later, after I repented heavily to my sweetie. It’s just the high blood pressure talking, honey…honest.
You might find this surprising, but I can be an asshole sometimes.


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July 16, 2003

A Sweetie named Bunkergurl responded to the test I stole from Acidman…I need to rephrase some of the questions in this test to suit me, but this’ll do for now…

1. Do you have a personal hero? If so, who is it?

My Cousin, Alan Bondarenko, who died 9/11 in WTC2. He did nothing more than go to work that day, and was last seen helping someone down a staircase. Plus my husband, because he works his ass off to provide for the girls and myself, and is my knight in shining armor.

2. What is your favorite book of all time and what made it so fucking good?

The Bell Jar – I realized that I had it pretty good, and made me glad that I wasn’t some screwed up, whiny ‘poet’ who didn’t know how good she had it.

3. What does “diversity” mean to you?

The ability to own as many firearms, of any kind, as I want. And to use them in a proper and respectful manner.

4. What is the wildest thing you’ve ever done?

Define ‘wild’

5. Do you regret doing it?

N/A

6. Can you drive a stick shift?

You bet I can.

7. What’s the highest speed you ever traveled in a car?

100 MPH in Italy

8. Were you driving, or riding at the time?

Riding shotgun

9. Which is better: snakes or spiders?

Depends on which end of the food chain one is on

10. What is the most disgusting thing you ever ate?

Anything that includes cream of mushroom soup

11. Have you ever shit your pants? Be HONEST!

Well, yeah, I was an infant once…

12. Was losing your virginity an enjoyable experience?

It was lurid and everything associated with that word.

13. Should oral sex be outlawed or encouraged?

Encouraged

14. Name one man with a fine ass.

Tim McGraw

15. Do you watch golf on television? If not, will you iron my shirts?

*Yawn*; sorry Bane, you’re on your own in the laundry department

16. Who is Martha Burk?

Mr. Burk’s kid?

17. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

Be 5’8″

18. Do you eat raw oysters?

I have, not lately

19. Are you claustrophobic?

Nope

20. If you rode a motorcycle, would you wear a helmet even if the law said you didn‘t have to?

Hell, yeah, I have a test in Anatomy on Monday

21. Name five great Presidents.

Bush I, Bush II, Reagan, Lincoln, Washington

22. Name three shitty Presidents.

Clinton (Hillary), Clinton (Bill), Carter, LBJ (Okay that’s 4)

23. Now call me fanny and slap my ass. Just kidding.

Easy cowboy….

24. This is the 4th of July. Did you set off any fireworks?

Why yes we did – we had a spectacular display, and none of those pussy ones that Minnesotans buy – we had honest to goodness, bought off the Res Wisconsin firepower

25. If you could have dinner and conversation with anyone in the history of the planet, who would you choose?

My grandma Hope, so I could tell her again how much I love her and how much I miss her…


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July 16, 2003

CNN is running a crawl at the bottom of their feed that says that in Israel a taxi driver was found safe. What the traitors at CNN leave out is that the Jewish cab driver had been kidnapped earlier by Philistinians, and was being held in a pit in some ragheads back yard and threatened with death if Israel didn’t cut loose some Philistinian murderers in their custody.
CNN left out the part where heroic IDF Special forces and others found this kidnapped cab driver, rescued him at their great peril, and captured four of the raganderthals that were involved and brought them all safely back.
Israel has banned the BBC, I suggest they ban CNN as well. What other lies and ommissions are perpetrated every day by the traitorous scum at CNN?


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July 14, 2003

I am so tired of all these stories about military spouses whining about their spouse coming home…whine, whine, whine…bitch, you knew he was in the military when you married him or her…you are getting all kinds of benefits from it, and you get the whole bed at night…shut the fuck up and deal. I hope you silly cunts aren’t sending your whiny letters to these poor folks who are serving, and thus demoralizing our fighting forces. ‘Cunts’ goes for both male and female spouses.

Buck up, bitches, at least you are not over there in the shit…you can eat a popsicle and suck down the cold beer he or she would cheerfully kill for. Get tough, get together in groups, hold each other together, and send those cheerful cards and letters to your spouse and tell him how great you are doing and thanking him or her for hanging tough for you and America.

Dammit


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July 13, 2003

Chris Coffin wasn’t supposed to be in harm’s way in Iraq. He was killed there this month. How the war is straining U.S. soldiers—and haunting those they left at home…

Thus begins one of the most traitorous articles I have ever read. Not surprisingly, it was from Time Magazine. I read the whole article. It made me cry, it made me angry, and during World War Two, it could not have been conceived to have been written. It would have been considered as deleteriously affecting the morale of the troops and thus the War Effort, and the whole staff from the editor down to the writer would have been arrested and the full run of the magazine seized and burned.
What has this country come to?
Shame on you, Nancy Gibbs…shame on you. Don’t you know that soldiers buy and read these magazines over there? How do you think they feel reading your depiction of the suffering and pain that their families are going through back here at home?
You evil bitch.

In a war where less men have died than died at one time in a destroyed landing craft on Normandy’s beaches, we have this liberal fifth column here at the rear like termites gnawing at our morale in a daily assault. The saddest part is, I think, that most of them just have no idea that what they are doing is wrong. Ms. Gibbs would be shocked and angered at my little outburst here, and no doubt invoke the First Amendment and try to convince us that she is doing 1st Sgt Coffins widow some sort of service, using liberal new age weasel words.

This article, and the many others I see daily in print, on the radio, and on the TV news, are having their effect. Osama and his crew of cutthroats could have no stronger ally than the American Press. The cliché of “just one more nail in the coffin” seems sadly apt, here.

As a country, we may stagger on for a few more years, maybe even a decade or so. But, if something isn’t done about these self-destructive parasites we have gnawing at the flesh of our belly, I think we’re finished.
I really do.