what a week and now the moron next door is cutting her trees down to make her taxes. she's got enough stupid for at least 3 people and I certainly see why she's divorced not the least of which is a nose that resembles a GPS antenna on a van. don't think I've ever disliked anybody as much as her in my entire life and I like a lot of people. I have zero tolerance for idiocy and chainsaws at 7 in the morning on a saturday 100 feet away just shows the depth of her mania because when it's all over, she will still be broke and her property ruined. everything she touches turns to shit and the problem is there's no law against being stupid plus the local constabulary couldn't care less but just wait until her hybrids kill something and then maybe they will get involved. I've exhausted all my legal avenues. only options left for me are against the law and she aint worth going to jail over, the bitch.
on the lighter side, the Bonster starts formal training next week for 3 days followed by another regiment of 6 weeks at the end of the month. don't think I've ever met a smarter dog and we've had a few others of the breed. she's problematic, hard headed and very bright which translates to a bunch of work for us but what the fuck, I'm retired.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
explicating ganglia
The fact still remains this country is involved in pointless and morally corrupt adventurism, profiteering and mercenary endeavors that is eating our young and bankrupting the rest of us. The World Court is looking at us askance wondering where our good intentions went. We can't win in the high passes along the Afghan border with Pakistan or the oil sands of Iraq because it's impossible. There's much too much tribal warfare there and a modern military force just cannot prevail at altitude carrying 140lbs. or more on their backs in the cold or the other guys dropping munitions in the dark from 20,000 feet. The covert on the ground 'hot pursuit' operations accomplish little and turn the local population against us well duh, all part of the plan, have we learned nothing since 1975 after losing over 55,000 +/- American kids alone during a 10 year occupation in Vietnam? A whole generation gone. Committing more troops to fighting will solve nothing, further erode our already rusty visage and create yet another generation of broken war wounded on both sides of the shoe. Obama should rethink this troop commitment while he has time. There's no good coming out of constant warfare. Just look at our economy. You think Forever War is good? Good for what again exactly? Who you think.
I'm not opposed to an open hand, as opposed to an RPG, to the Taliban maniacs if they stop killing and form up Boy Scout troops for the next generation of extreme tourist of war-torn Aphfuckingstan in the springtime serving as tour guides and ambassadors of good will and grace.
I have a young family member slated to deploy in country with a Navy Construction Battalion. Prior to his leaving he will receive advanced weapons training in addition to his assigned duties. He will live in his Kevlar. He has a son on the way. His father is a bundle of nerves, his mother is scared to death and he's too stupid to be scared. So far.
My nephew has a lot to learn. I wish he had gone to sea instead where life is symmetrical and black and white, where the weather takes the guess work out of survival and where he can reap the benefits from being there when he comes home for good.
He will need counseling when he comes home and indeed he will come home. Yes he will.
Sigh...
Such a waste.
The Taliban and their cousins al-Qaeda are medieval bastards whose parents are motherfuckers. They are inbred morons that live in dirt, eat and wipe with the same hand, prostitute their sheep to the highest bidder on the uphill slope and sell their daughters to the downhill side.
Taliban
will self-destruct.
al-Qaeda
will self-destruct.
They are merely small vermin that will turn on themselves when their teeth get too long.
It will happen.
This I know because the voices tell me so. There is no way there will be a world wide Islamic Revolution. Bah! The odds, historically, are against zealotry and Murder Inc. These are pathogens that fade as they use up their energy like a hurricane coming ashore over a deserted landscape. Look at any pandemic in history. They all go away someday leaving behind a trail of dead and lessons both learned and unlearned. We must leave our occupation and allow the healing to begin on the one hand, continue our vigilance against terror on the other, plant trees and then kisses on the bloated faces of the dead to absolve our trespass upon the innocent.
There's no future in dying. There's not Paradise waiting for psychopathic suicide killers. They are megalomaniacs and they are stupid and their god will punish them for their crimes against Nature. They are thugs and the world is better off without them and I wish I could help send them on their way remotely without invading their country if they would just stop blowing their intestines all over the crowded market godammit it ruins the fucking vegetables...
So I send pulses through the network and it responds with reactive force dependant on the amplitude of the original pulse and it is good for I will kill them to death like the virus they are before they can ping me back.
I'm not opposed to an open hand, as opposed to an RPG, to the Taliban maniacs if they stop killing and form up Boy Scout troops for the next generation of extreme tourist of war-torn Aphfuckingstan in the springtime serving as tour guides and ambassadors of good will and grace.
I have a young family member slated to deploy in country with a Navy Construction Battalion. Prior to his leaving he will receive advanced weapons training in addition to his assigned duties. He will live in his Kevlar. He has a son on the way. His father is a bundle of nerves, his mother is scared to death and he's too stupid to be scared. So far.
My nephew has a lot to learn. I wish he had gone to sea instead where life is symmetrical and black and white, where the weather takes the guess work out of survival and where he can reap the benefits from being there when he comes home for good.
He will need counseling when he comes home and indeed he will come home. Yes he will.
Sigh...
Such a waste.
The Taliban and their cousins al-Qaeda are medieval bastards whose parents are motherfuckers. They are inbred morons that live in dirt, eat and wipe with the same hand, prostitute their sheep to the highest bidder on the uphill slope and sell their daughters to the downhill side.
Taliban
will self-destruct.
al-Qaeda
will self-destruct.
They are merely small vermin that will turn on themselves when their teeth get too long.
It will happen.
This I know because the voices tell me so. There is no way there will be a world wide Islamic Revolution. Bah! The odds, historically, are against zealotry and Murder Inc. These are pathogens that fade as they use up their energy like a hurricane coming ashore over a deserted landscape. Look at any pandemic in history. They all go away someday leaving behind a trail of dead and lessons both learned and unlearned. We must leave our occupation and allow the healing to begin on the one hand, continue our vigilance against terror on the other, plant trees and then kisses on the bloated faces of the dead to absolve our trespass upon the innocent.
There's no future in dying. There's not Paradise waiting for psychopathic suicide killers. They are megalomaniacs and they are stupid and their god will punish them for their crimes against Nature. They are thugs and the world is better off without them and I wish I could help send them on their way remotely without invading their country if they would just stop blowing their intestines all over the crowded market godammit it ruins the fucking vegetables...
So I send pulses through the network and it responds with reactive force dependant on the amplitude of the original pulse and it is good for I will kill them to death like the virus they are before they can ping me back.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Dumbling
tumbling tumbling is how i feel not stumble stumbling shit that's real across the frozen steppes of buzzard's bight against the icy cut of arctic night fuck i traverse on without my sight knowing knowing i'm in the light.
Canine behavior modification in practice is much more complicated than the written version as espoused by the expert we hired to train us to train The Bonster. We are working on garden variety aggression and dominance issues here and improper chewing, barking and a whole myriad of other items to deal with not the least of which is a highly intelligent dog that willfully challenges us for the top slot. There is however progress being made in glacial increments which is far better than nothing. I refuse to let her overpower and take control of the cockpit and for this due diligence we will be rewarded with a companionable canine worthy of the right-hand seat of somedaysoon.
Canine behavior modification in practice is much more complicated than the written version as espoused by the expert we hired to train us to train The Bonster. We are working on garden variety aggression and dominance issues here and improper chewing, barking and a whole myriad of other items to deal with not the least of which is a highly intelligent dog that willfully challenges us for the top slot. There is however progress being made in glacial increments which is far better than nothing. I refuse to let her overpower and take control of the cockpit and for this due diligence we will be rewarded with a companionable canine worthy of the right-hand seat of somedaysoon.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
yu peye o
Gains were made today on the southern slopes of nowhere and while on the slide there, redundant progress was also recorded dealing with gains on the slope to yonder too according to the Redundancy Department of Redundancy, again.
Some dialogue was established at the local level after a flurry of steam and diamond dust scoured the flutes thus restoring an A minor into the background again and reminding the opposing breezer that it's 'game on' and time to either stand down and shut the fuck up or both.
Some dialogue was established at the local level after a flurry of steam and diamond dust scoured the flutes thus restoring an A minor into the background again and reminding the opposing breezer that it's 'game on' and time to either stand down and shut the fuck up or both.
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