The holiest, most righteous church on Earth, everyone's favorite, the Westboro Baptist Church of Topeka, Kansas, is now picketing the funerals of children who happen to die in Oklahoma.
Why Oklahoma? Because at some point in the last few weeks they were in Oklahoma and someone slashed their tires. Because of this person (or persons), they've come to a new conclusion, reflected on their signs, according to this article, that "God Hates Oklahoma."
That's hilarious. God hates Oklahoma? I've been there a couple times, and I'm not that crazy about it either. No, seriously, it wasn't bad. I had a nice time there.
Oklahoma gave us Carrie Underwood and Merle Haggard's song about Muskogee. It can't be all bad.
The article is apparently true. It only sounds like something hilarious. God hates Oklahoma because these guys got their tires slashed. I wonder what He'll do if something worse happens. We might all be in for an asteroid attack. LOL.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Happy Veterans Day
Happy Veterans Day! I myself never had the honor to serve -- with my game toe -- but I had several uncles in the various wars and my Grandpa was in World War ought I. Some of the uncles were in World War ought II. They were part of the Greatest Generation, but I don't think they knew it till Tom Brokaw told them, and they were dead before that.
Anyway, I have the freedoms I have today ... to post this blog with fear of reprisals from the Communists and Nazis ... because of my family members.
A couple of my uncles were pilots in Vietnam, and one of them was involved in that whole refueling in the air routine, with the big pipe going from one plane to another. There were always real spiffy photos of the uncles on the shelves at Grandma's.
As for Grandpa, I don't remember him saying word one about his service in World War ought I. So I have no idea what he did, except I guess he was overseas. There's a picture of him standing there in his uniform with a fake tent backdrop behind him. I have a copy of the picture. I keep thinking, good thing he didn't take lead in the groin or I wouldn't be here today.
Now that I think of it, why would they send my Grandpa overseas to war? Anything might've happened to him and I wouldn't be here today. If ever I heard of a reason to stop sending men to war, that's it!
Anyway, I have the freedoms I have today ... to post this blog with fear of reprisals from the Communists and Nazis ... because of my family members.
A couple of my uncles were pilots in Vietnam, and one of them was involved in that whole refueling in the air routine, with the big pipe going from one plane to another. There were always real spiffy photos of the uncles on the shelves at Grandma's.
As for Grandpa, I don't remember him saying word one about his service in World War ought I. So I have no idea what he did, except I guess he was overseas. There's a picture of him standing there in his uniform with a fake tent backdrop behind him. I have a copy of the picture. I keep thinking, good thing he didn't take lead in the groin or I wouldn't be here today.
Now that I think of it, why would they send my Grandpa overseas to war? Anything might've happened to him and I wouldn't be here today. If ever I heard of a reason to stop sending men to war, that's it!
Friday, October 29, 2010
Apologizing To The Head Stomper
I heard a great story, which turns out to be true, that the guy who stomped the head of the MoveOn activist expects an apology.
They showed the brave man in an interview from the neck down. And that's what he said he wants. An apology, by cracky.
Dear Whoever,
I'm so sorry my head ended up under your foot. I'm so sorry that when you started stomping, apparently fully aware of my head's presence, that my foot was there to make contact with your foot. From now on, I'll try my hardest to avoid being pushed and pulled to the sidewalk by political goons, so that my head won't be in the way of those consciously trying to stomp me to mush.
Sincerely yours,
Your Guilty Victim
They showed the brave man in an interview from the neck down. And that's what he said he wants. An apology, by cracky.
Dear Whoever,
I'm so sorry my head ended up under your foot. I'm so sorry that when you started stomping, apparently fully aware of my head's presence, that my foot was there to make contact with your foot. From now on, I'll try my hardest to avoid being pushed and pulled to the sidewalk by political goons, so that my head won't be in the way of those consciously trying to stomp me to mush.
Sincerely yours,
Your Guilty Victim
Thursday, October 07, 2010
A Little Off The Top
I've flown under the radar so long, I should be a forest barber. I've been clipping the top of the trees.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Sunday, September 05, 2010
Afraid Of Airspace
The firemen were out with their boot today, I assume raising funds for the annual telethon. I don't especially like seeing this kind of thing, firemen blockading the door of the store, but that's how they get the big bucks.
So of course they always have one boot. That's quite a custom.
My excuse for not giving, if they asked, would be, "I'm afraid of reaching my hand in a boot." I imagine they would reply that I don't have to put my hand in but can just drop the money in. To which I would have to say, "I'm even afraid of the airspace above it."
I can't imagine they'd be silenced at this point, because they might say I could simply put the money in their hand. To which I would be forced to respond that I'm also afraid of the airspace above their hand.
The fact is, I don't give because I'm deathly afraid of both boots and airspace.
So of course they always have one boot. That's quite a custom.
My excuse for not giving, if they asked, would be, "I'm afraid of reaching my hand in a boot." I imagine they would reply that I don't have to put my hand in but can just drop the money in. To which I would have to say, "I'm even afraid of the airspace above it."
I can't imagine they'd be silenced at this point, because they might say I could simply put the money in their hand. To which I would be forced to respond that I'm also afraid of the airspace above their hand.
The fact is, I don't give because I'm deathly afraid of both boots and airspace.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Time Is Inane
Time passes so quickly. It's inane.
I'm sick of looking up and realizing another nine or ten days have passed.
I'm sick of looking up and realizing another nine or ten days have passed.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Without Love
Without love ... I am nothing.
Without love ... I have nothing to contribute.
Without love ... Take a brickbat to your head. Because that's what it's come to.
Without love ... Oozing out of every pore, it must be something else.
Without love ... I have nothing to contribute.
Without love ... Take a brickbat to your head. Because that's what it's come to.
Without love ... Oozing out of every pore, it must be something else.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Let The Healing Begin -- Don't Vote Republican
Just because you can vote Republican doesn't mean you have to.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
The Ady Gil Incident
I just watched a few episodes of "Whale Wars" today for the first time. I've seen it advertised and I've seen random snippets while passing through the TV room in the past. But that's it.
Today I sat down and was watching some of it and it was fairly interesting. I had no idea there was a real antagonist in the Japanese, with their "RESEARCH" boats, and all that.
I was surprised to see this jazzed up boat that looked like the Batmobile on water, the Ady Gil. I called my wife in to see it, but of course she watches all the shows on Animal Planet so she'd already seen it many times. I was just getting into it and its capabilities when it was completely destroyed, just like that. So I discovered it for the first time and saw it for the last time within the space of about two hours.
They made a big deal out of it, whether the Japanese boat deliberately rammed it or whether the Ady Gil was simply too close, which looked more likely to me. It seemed very ridiculous, that the crew of the Ady Gil was lounging around on the outside of their boat when this big enemy boat was coming right up next to it. I know they were low on fuel, but, please, you can't move the thing back 20 or 30 feet?
The situation just before that was ridiculous too. The Ady Gil was out, keeping track of the Japanese boat. Then when they were about out of fuel, the guys in the Whale Wars boats were going to leave them behind for three entire days (!), just to drift around. That's how pressed for time they were! I'm thinking, Three days?!
But they barely bobbed around for 10 minutes (on the show) before they were totally destroyed. Which meant the Whale Wars boat had to come back for them anyway, which could've been avoided all together if they'd just taken them away the first time. So I wasn't too impressed.
I was complaining to my wife that nothing much seemed to be happening in regards to protecting whales. It was all ship malfunctions, boats being destroyed, running out of fuel, a guy ruining a motor in the rocks, people complaining, etc., the helicopter being grounded, the oil being low, one thing after another, the Ady Gil captain trying to arrest the Japanese captain, then turning back after he was next to their ship, etc. My wife tends to stick up for all this stuff rather than being critical, which she did in this case too.
Today I sat down and was watching some of it and it was fairly interesting. I had no idea there was a real antagonist in the Japanese, with their "RESEARCH" boats, and all that.
I was surprised to see this jazzed up boat that looked like the Batmobile on water, the Ady Gil. I called my wife in to see it, but of course she watches all the shows on Animal Planet so she'd already seen it many times. I was just getting into it and its capabilities when it was completely destroyed, just like that. So I discovered it for the first time and saw it for the last time within the space of about two hours.
They made a big deal out of it, whether the Japanese boat deliberately rammed it or whether the Ady Gil was simply too close, which looked more likely to me. It seemed very ridiculous, that the crew of the Ady Gil was lounging around on the outside of their boat when this big enemy boat was coming right up next to it. I know they were low on fuel, but, please, you can't move the thing back 20 or 30 feet?
The situation just before that was ridiculous too. The Ady Gil was out, keeping track of the Japanese boat. Then when they were about out of fuel, the guys in the Whale Wars boats were going to leave them behind for three entire days (!), just to drift around. That's how pressed for time they were! I'm thinking, Three days?!
But they barely bobbed around for 10 minutes (on the show) before they were totally destroyed. Which meant the Whale Wars boat had to come back for them anyway, which could've been avoided all together if they'd just taken them away the first time. So I wasn't too impressed.
I was complaining to my wife that nothing much seemed to be happening in regards to protecting whales. It was all ship malfunctions, boats being destroyed, running out of fuel, a guy ruining a motor in the rocks, people complaining, etc., the helicopter being grounded, the oil being low, one thing after another, the Ady Gil captain trying to arrest the Japanese captain, then turning back after he was next to their ship, etc. My wife tends to stick up for all this stuff rather than being critical, which she did in this case too.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Definite Times In Songs
I'm listening to Lady Antebellum's song "Need You Now." It has a definite time in it, "a quarter after 1," when he or she (or he and she) needs you now. So definite!
There's others. Like the old song by Spin Doctors ... what time is it? 4:30.
There's one, I think it's by The Fray, there's 8 seconds in overtime. So that's a moment (a second) frozen in amber.
How about going way back, 25 or 6 to 4. Chicago didn't have a digital clock.
There's others. Like the old song by Spin Doctors ... what time is it? 4:30.
There's one, I think it's by The Fray, there's 8 seconds in overtime. So that's a moment (a second) frozen in amber.
How about going way back, 25 or 6 to 4. Chicago didn't have a digital clock.
Friday, August 06, 2010
The Chew Factor
I had a bag of sunflower seeds out of the shells. When you have some of these, the best way is to eat them by the handful. Which I did.
But today, with the bagful gone, I happened to find a single kernel still on my desk. It's not the floor, it's a desk, so I ate it. And it was enjoyable.
The chew factor of one isolated seed is my topic. It's not mixed in with the whole multitude of seeds, it's one isolated seed. Still, it was very enjoyable, and maybe more so, since it was one seed with its own individual taste and presentation.
The next time I get a bagful I might eat them one at a time. I also might not since that would take forever.
But today, with the bagful gone, I happened to find a single kernel still on my desk. It's not the floor, it's a desk, so I ate it. And it was enjoyable.
The chew factor of one isolated seed is my topic. It's not mixed in with the whole multitude of seeds, it's one isolated seed. Still, it was very enjoyable, and maybe more so, since it was one seed with its own individual taste and presentation.
The next time I get a bagful I might eat them one at a time. I also might not since that would take forever.
Monday, August 02, 2010
Shakes And Custards
I'm probably going to become a very fat person. I will if I don't watch it.
In the last couple of days I've had a big shake from a place, Steak 'n Shake, which was very good. Too good, in fact, because they can't be good for you. Nothing that good can be good for you. Alas, one of the facts of life.
I also had a custard malt from another place, which was also very good. I've never had any kind of custard in my life, that I know of. I hate the sound of the word. It reminds me too much of General Custer and bastards. You're calling Custer a bastard and that I don't like.
I met a guy named Custer somewhere in the last four months. And he said to me, "Like the general." Glomming on to the general? Bastard.
I've got to really watch it on the shakes and bastards ... because I don't want my fat to get out of hand.
In the last couple of days I've had a big shake from a place, Steak 'n Shake, which was very good. Too good, in fact, because they can't be good for you. Nothing that good can be good for you. Alas, one of the facts of life.
I also had a custard malt from another place, which was also very good. I've never had any kind of custard in my life, that I know of. I hate the sound of the word. It reminds me too much of General Custer and bastards. You're calling Custer a bastard and that I don't like.
I met a guy named Custer somewhere in the last four months. And he said to me, "Like the general." Glomming on to the general? Bastard.
I've got to really watch it on the shakes and bastards ... because I don't want my fat to get out of hand.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Hillshire ... Farms
When I say Hillshire you say Farms:
Hillshire! Farms!
Hillshire! Farms!
Go meat!
Hillshire! Farms!
Hillshire! Farms!
Go meat!
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Cheap Albums
I got a few albums (MP3s) on Amazon today, like in the 1 cent, 30 cent, 54 cent range.
That's pretty wild. I haven't bought anything for a while there. But they had some cool jazz stuff today, which I happened to notice.
I'm listening to a guy named Wayne Wallace. I never heard of him. But I have now. It's jazzy with a Latin thing going on.
It's good to pay for your music. But if they don't want much for it, that's good too.
That's pretty wild. I haven't bought anything for a while there. But they had some cool jazz stuff today, which I happened to notice.
I'm listening to a guy named Wayne Wallace. I never heard of him. But I have now. It's jazzy with a Latin thing going on.
It's good to pay for your music. But if they don't want much for it, that's good too.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
I'd Hate To Be McChrystal
I get very nervous if I have a big challenge the next day.
I don't get "called on the carpet" very often, but there are occasionally challenges that have to be faced, unpleasant meetings, etc.
When that happens, I'm very queasy, thinking through the various issues, what will become of me if, God forbid, worse comes to worse. It makes for a bad night the night before.
Now, we have General McChrystal, who stepped in it big time. He's in the news. Everyone's talking about him. He has to go to some big meeting with the Afghanistan war team at the White House. Everyone's going to notice him there, since he should still be in Afghanistan doing his normal duty. Then he has a one on one meeting with the President, who's of course could to fillet him alive. That would be nerve-wracking for me.
What can you say? When every eye is on you, and you're being called on the carpet for making a major boo boo. I would say, "Why didn't you have the intelligence to keep your big yap shut? You didn't know Rolling Stone was a major magazine with a fairly wide readership? You idiot!"
He definitely deserves to be fired. I sincerely believe in the civilian leadership of the military. And if the military leaders are guilty of insubordination, or anyone in the military, they need to be dealt with swiftly and with rigor. We cannot have that kind of behavior.
And I would feel the same way no matter who was Commander in Chief. When you are Commander in Chief, that's not just a ceremonial title, it's the fact of the matter. If you disrespect the Commander in Chief, whether you're a general or a private, you deserve what you get.
I'd hate to be McChrystal. Such a moron.
I don't get "called on the carpet" very often, but there are occasionally challenges that have to be faced, unpleasant meetings, etc.
When that happens, I'm very queasy, thinking through the various issues, what will become of me if, God forbid, worse comes to worse. It makes for a bad night the night before.
Now, we have General McChrystal, who stepped in it big time. He's in the news. Everyone's talking about him. He has to go to some big meeting with the Afghanistan war team at the White House. Everyone's going to notice him there, since he should still be in Afghanistan doing his normal duty. Then he has a one on one meeting with the President, who's of course could to fillet him alive. That would be nerve-wracking for me.
What can you say? When every eye is on you, and you're being called on the carpet for making a major boo boo. I would say, "Why didn't you have the intelligence to keep your big yap shut? You didn't know Rolling Stone was a major magazine with a fairly wide readership? You idiot!"
He definitely deserves to be fired. I sincerely believe in the civilian leadership of the military. And if the military leaders are guilty of insubordination, or anyone in the military, they need to be dealt with swiftly and with rigor. We cannot have that kind of behavior.
And I would feel the same way no matter who was Commander in Chief. When you are Commander in Chief, that's not just a ceremonial title, it's the fact of the matter. If you disrespect the Commander in Chief, whether you're a general or a private, you deserve what you get.
I'd hate to be McChrystal. Such a moron.
Friday, June 18, 2010
More Crazy, Crazy Trees
10 or 11 days ago I wrote about trees.
I know more about trees now than I did then, since I've been dealing with them that much longer.
My baseline conclusion is that trees ultimately have no worries, because they're going to plant themselves and grow until the end of time.
The little trees all over my yard are like a plague that can't be contained. I cut them down and they sprout back up.
I'm checking out the occasional seedling that I pull up entirely, and it has a few false starts, like when it grew and I whacked it down. It just takes off again where it left off, sprouting again.
It's irritating me to no end, but I have a renewed appreciation of that Bible verse about "a root from the seed of Jesse" or however it goes, a shoot from the roots, or renewed growth coming out of a stump. Trees simply don't want to give up!
I know more about trees now than I did then, since I've been dealing with them that much longer.
My baseline conclusion is that trees ultimately have no worries, because they're going to plant themselves and grow until the end of time.
The little trees all over my yard are like a plague that can't be contained. I cut them down and they sprout back up.
I'm checking out the occasional seedling that I pull up entirely, and it has a few false starts, like when it grew and I whacked it down. It just takes off again where it left off, sprouting again.
It's irritating me to no end, but I have a renewed appreciation of that Bible verse about "a root from the seed of Jesse" or however it goes, a shoot from the roots, or renewed growth coming out of a stump. Trees simply don't want to give up!
My Loving, Adopting Mood
I'm in a loving mood this morning, with great feelings for those around me, for their well being.
It's not like I'm super meditative this morning, because I have some anxiety "down here somewhere" (indistinct descriptor of things that can't be fully described). I did read a few things and try to parse them out, but that's not the source of my loving, adopting mood.
It could be that it's just in my genes and psychological upbringing. It definitely doesn't feel like a choice.
I'll take you under my very sincere, loving wing. You won't have to worry about the future.
It's not like I'm super meditative this morning, because I have some anxiety "down here somewhere" (indistinct descriptor of things that can't be fully described). I did read a few things and try to parse them out, but that's not the source of my loving, adopting mood.
It could be that it's just in my genes and psychological upbringing. It definitely doesn't feel like a choice.
I'll take you under my very sincere, loving wing. You won't have to worry about the future.
Monday, June 07, 2010
Crazy, Crazy Little Trees
I will never worry about trees again!
They will grow to their heart's content without me worrying about them. This I know.
How I know it, I have hundreds of them growing in my yard. Everyday I'm out there pulling up little oak trees and maple trees. It's nuts. Acorns, to be exact. They're everywhere.
If they left this property alone for five years it would literally be a forest!
So, for me, no more worrying about trees, using too much paper, etc. There's no trouble whatsoever in growing trees. Just turn your back for a few days and you'll have a yard full of them.
They will grow to their heart's content without me worrying about them. This I know.
How I know it, I have hundreds of them growing in my yard. Everyday I'm out there pulling up little oak trees and maple trees. It's nuts. Acorns, to be exact. They're everywhere.
If they left this property alone for five years it would literally be a forest!
So, for me, no more worrying about trees, using too much paper, etc. There's no trouble whatsoever in growing trees. Just turn your back for a few days and you'll have a yard full of them.
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