Me meme…

I have been tagged by Fire Fox with a meme and against my better judgement I have said I would participate.

Here are the rules if you decide to play along:

1) Link to your tagger and post these rules on your blog.

2) Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.

3) Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.

4) Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

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1. Done

2.
a. I am an only child, but a third child (my parents raised my two cousins after their parents were killed in a car wreck).

b. I rebuilt my first car at age 10 (with my Grandfather’s help/direction)

c. I’m 10 pounds over weight… dammit…

d. I grew up with guns and love to shoot, but don’t hunt anymore because I got tired of getting shot at (wearing blaze orange, three of us crossing a fire road and a dumbass 300 yards away shot three times at us, not once but TWICE).

e. I’m on a first name basis with WAY too many pilots and flight attendants.

f. I do not believe government handouts work- I’m a strong proponent of individual responsibility and taking advantage of the opportunities available in the USA. I have lived/worked all over the world in the last 38 years, and am REALLY happy to be a US citizen.

g. I read over 200 books a year on multiple subjects.

3. Tags-
Better and Better
First In
Island Voice
Public Pondering
Snigs
Support your local gunfighter
In a mad, mad, mad world

4. Done…

Wonder what ‘he’ was reporting…

One of CNN’s British hot shots gets nailed in Central Park; any bets this won’t get covered by CNN worldwide???

Here is the link to the full article… /snicker/

This is CNN?
Kinky!
CNN personality Richard Quest was busted in Central Park early yesterday with some drugs in his pocket, a rope around his neck that was tied to his genitals, and a sex toy in his boot, law-enforcement sources said.

Quest, 46, was arrested at around 3:40 a.m. after a cop spotted him and another man inside the park near 64th Street, a police source said.

The criminal complaint against Quest said the park was closed at the time – something Quest should have known because of all the signs saying “Park Closed 1 a.m. to 6 a.m.”

Quest was initially busted for loitering, the source said. Aside from the oddly configured rope, the search also turned up a sex toy inside of his boot, and a small bag of methamphetamine in his left jacket pocket.

It wasn’t immediately clear what the rope was for.

JAFM…

Yes, that stands for Just Another $%^*& Monday… sigh…

A blog worth reading is William the Coroner, an interesting perspective on life.
Go check it out!

Meetings from 0830-1730, then an ass chewing for not getting my ‘work’ done… Well, gee- I mean it’s not like I didn’t have things to do, people to see, places to go- No, I was trapped in meetings with various entities DOING my job… ARGHHHHH!!!

A little truth in advertizing for B. Hussein…

I find it really interesting that he NEVER talks about being raised by his white Grandparents after his father abandoned his mother, she remarried and moved to Hawaii and basically dumped him on his Grandparents…

Also, if he were to get elected, he would NOT be the first black President, he would be the first Mulatto President…

Mulatto (Spanish mulato, small mule, person of mixed race, mulatto, from mulo, mule, from Old Spanish, from Latin mūlus.) is a person of mixed black and white ancestry or the offspring of one white parent and one black parent or someone 50% black and 50% white.[1]
Although this word is acceptable to some people in certain cultural contexts, other people in other cultural contexts may find it to be offensive and unacceptable.


On a lighter note- THIS is a man cave 🙂 1600 sq foot walk in vault in the basement just ‘filled’ with toys…


And this one just falls into the oh, damn… category! Should have checked the kid’s drawing BEFORE letting him take it to school…

Is it November yet?????

Is this #$%^^ election cycle over YET????

Billary and B. Hussein are locked in a lying match, er… contest in PA that is just getting more and more outlandish as the days go on, so to deflect media, Howie (hear me scream) Dean is now saying that McCain can’t be a good president because he has a TEMPER???

And of course that is front page for the MSM… sigh…

Although, this should keep Billary in the race, since she has a 3 point lead (with a margin of error of 4 points) so more split votes.

Which will make this year’s democrap convention worth watching for the comedy hi-lights (even better than Comedy Central, since it’s real); and will probably be an even greater draw than the 68 demolition, er… democrap convention in Chicago 🙂

I wish I could afford to take a full page add out in the paper- If I could, it would say this:

Knock off the bullshit!
Stop lying to us!
Tell the truth for once in your miserable life!

What ever happened to role models who said what the believed and then stood by their beliefs????

Sigh….

Kicking the soapbox back in the corner now, and going to look for the aspirin…

Some ways of dealing with the burdens of life…

Nice little ways to relieve stress- After two weeks of being the statue, I needed a break…

1 * Accept that some days you’re the pigeon, and some days you’re the statue

2 * Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have to eat them.

3 * Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.

4 * Drive carefully. It’s not only cars that can be recalled by their Maker.

5 * If you can’t be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.

6 * If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it.

7 * It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.

8 * Never buy a car you can’t push.

9 * Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time, because then you won’t have a leg to stand on.

10 * Nobody cares if you can’t dance well. Just get up and dance.

11 * Since it’s the early worm that gets eaten by the bird, sleep late.

12 * The second mouse gets the cheese.

13 * When everything’s coming your way, you’re in the wrong lane.

14 * Birthdays are good for you. The more you have, the longer you live.

15 * You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person.

16 * Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once.

17 * We could learn a lot from crayons. Some are sharp, some are pretty and some are dull. Some have weird names and all are different colors, but they all have to live in the same box .

18 * A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.

VO-67 gets a Presidential Unit Citation

Sorry for going back in time again, but this one is a historic first! The Navy has never before upgraded a unit citation…
Observation Squadron (VO)-67 (the Ghost Squadron) was a highly classified outfit that was NAVY but flying over the Ho Chi Min trail for 500 days in 1967 and 1968. They lost three of twelve crews flying these operations.
Their mission was finally declassified in 1998. One of my sea-daddys was a member of this unit, but could never talk about it, other than that he had been attached to it.

Navy Presidential Unit Citation

THE SECRETARY OF THE NAVY WASHINGTON, D.C 20350·1000

The President of the United States

takes pleasure in presenting the

PRESIDENTIAL UNIT CITATION to OBSERVATION SQUADRON SIXTY-SEVEN

for service as set forth in the following

CITATION: For extraordinary heroism and outstanding performance of duty in action against enemy forces in the Republic of Vietnam from 15 November 1967 to 2 July 1968. Throughout this period, Observation Squadron SIXTY-SEVEN (VO-67), operating in the Republic of South Vietnam, successfully executed its primary mission of providing quick reaction, close air support, and combat logistics support for United States and Vietnamese military forces. In the face of extremely harsh climatic conditions at a remote operating base, while sustaining extensive operating damage and losses, the flight crews and ground support personnel of VO-67 carried out their highly important and extremely sensitive missions with outstanding skill and dedication. The Squadron flew countless missions implanting newly developed sensors to detect enemy movement. The support provided by VO-67 was instrumental in supplying real-time intelligence regarding the movement of North Vietnamese troops and supplies, which enabled U.S. Forces to prevent the total invasion of the U.S. Marine Combat Base at Khe Sanh during the Tet Offensive and contributed to saving countless lives. The squadron’s operations were consistently characterized by prudent tactics while maintaining meticulous adherence to the rules of engagement, ensuring maximum deterrence of the enemy with minimum risk to friendly troops and civilians. VO-67′ s successful initiation of this new mission provided a significant and vital contribution to the art of warfare. By their outstanding courage, resourcefulness, and aggressive fighting spirit in combat against a frequently well-equipped, well-trained, and often numerically superior enemy, the officers and enlisted personnel of Observation Squadron SIXTY-SEVEN reflected great credit upon themselves and upheld the highest traditions of the United States Naval Service.

You can go here and read what they did to save Khe Sahn.

The Gun is Civilization

Go check out Marko’s blog for the gun is civilization– Outstanding read!!!!

H/T Tam

How old is Grandpa???

Stay with this — the answer is at the end…

It may just surprise you!

One evening a grandson was talking to his grandfather about current events.
The grandson asked his grandfather what he thought about the shootings at schools, the computer age, and just things in general.

The Grandfather replied, ‘Well, let me think a minute, I was born before:
television penicillin polio shots frozen foods Xerox contact lenses Frisbees and the pill

There were no:
credit cards laser beams ball-point pens

Man had not invented:
pantyhose air conditioners dishwashers clothes dryers clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air.

Man hadn’t yet walked on the moon. Your Grandmother and I got married first, . . .and then lived together. Every family had a father and a mother.Until I was 25, I called every man older than me, ‘Sir.’ And after I turned 25, I still called policemen and every man with a title, ‘Sir.’

We were before gay-rights, computer-dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and group therapy. Our lives were governed by the Ten Commandments, good judgment, and common sense. We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong and to stand up and take responsibility for our actions.

Serving your country was a privilege; living in this country was a bigger privilege. We thought fast food was what people ate during Lent. Having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with your cousins. Draft dodgers were people who closed their front doors when the evening breeze started. Time-sharing meant time the family spent together in the evenings and weekends-not purchasing condominiums. We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CDs, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings. We listened to the Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President’s speeches on our radios.

And I don’t ever remember any kid blowing his brains out listening to Tommy Dorsey. If you saw anything with ‘Made in Japan ‘ on it, it was junk. The term ‘making out’ referred to how you did on your school exam. Pizza Hut, McDonald’s, and instant coffee were unheard of. We had 5 &10-cent stores where you could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents. Ice-cream cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar, and a Pepsi were all a nickel. And if you didn’t want to splurge, you could spend your nickel on enough stamps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards.

You could buy a new Chevy Coupe for $600, . . . but who could afford one? Too bad, because gas was 11 cents a gallon.

In my day:’grass’ was mowed,
‘coke’ was a cold drink,
‘pot’ was something your mother cooked in,
‘rock music’ was your grandmother’s lullaby
‘Aids’ were helpers in the Principal’s office,
‘Chip’ meant a piece of wood,
‘hardware’ was found in a hardware store and
‘software’ wasn’t even a word.

And we were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby. No wonder people call us ‘old and confused’ and say there is a generation gap…

and how old do you think I am?

I bet you have this old man in mind…you are in for a shock! They would have been born in the Mid-1940’s and be in their mid-60’s! (damn, I’m almost there…)

As an aside- My parents were born on both sides of the turn of the Century- They literally saw the world go from horse and buggy to space travel in one single generation… What does that say for us? and Gen X and Gen Y???

Personal opinion, not too damn much… sigh…

Why am I on this kick? Well, I’m half way around the world, for effectively three 4 hour meetings, because even in this day and age of connectivity; they still want a body sitting across the desk to make agreements. AND one of my %^^& co-workers can’t use his computer to figure out the time difference, so he calls my US cell (which thanks to the marvel of technology works over here), and wakes my ass up at 0400!!!!

He wanted to know if I had anymore information than what I had sent yesterday afternoon my time in my trip report, which of course I don’t since it’s nighttime and nobody is at work… sigh…

Now if I can just get the chef to actually cook the bacon this morning, I’ll be a happy camper…

B. Hussein at it again…

Well, B. Hussein is not making friends and influencing people in Penn…

I was gonna write a blast about his comments, till I read the Cranky Prof’s, all I can say is she said it MUCH better than I can, and with a lot more humor!

On a side note- I’m on travel again, story of my life…

Note to self- DO NOT work a full day then fly all night and half the next day. I tend to get a ‘little’ crankier than normal…

Anyhoo- Flying from Sydney to Perth yesterday, I was sitting next to a nice Australian couple, mid-50’s, on the way to see their first grandbaby. They were asking about the political race in the US and were VERY well informed, sitting directly in front of us was a couple from New Zealand, mid-50’s, on ‘holiday’. They joined in for couple of hours and were also well informed.

Folks, bottom line, the people down under are scared to death of BOTH Billary and B. Hussein! They do not see either as any type of leader, and the NZ lady referred to Billary as a “political parasite”, and B. Hussein as a scary, scary person.

Neither couple thought it bodes well for ANY mutual aid agreements if either gets in power, and they all wondered why the MSM coverage was so biased!

I didn’t even try to go there!

Well, off to try find a hamburger that doesn’t have beets or BBQ sauce on it…

sigh… travel is just SUCH fun…

Friday Mornings at the Pentagon…

Continuing the tone of my last few posts, yet again another mostly unknown and uncovered (at least by MSM) honoring of our troops.

By JOSEPH L. GALLOWAY
McClatchy Newspapers

Over the last 12 months, 1,042 soldiers, Marines, sailors and Air Force personnel have given their lives in the terrible duty that is war.Thousands more have come home on stretchers, horribly wounded and facing months or years in military hospitals.This week, I’m turning my space over to a good friend and former roommate, Army Lt. Col. Robert Bateman, who recently completed a yearlong tour of duty in Iraq and is now back at the Pentagon.

Here’s Lt. Col. Bateman’s account of a little-known ceremony that fills the halls of the Army corridor of the Pentagon with cheers, applause and many tears every Friday morning. It first appeared on May17 on the Weblog of media critic and pundit Eric Alterman at the Media Matters for America Website.”It is 110 yards from the “E” ring to the “A” ring of the Pentagon. This section of the Pentagon is newly renovated; the floors shine, thehallway is broad, and the lighting is bright.

At this instant the entire length of the corridor is packed with officers, a few sergeants and some civilians, all crammed tightly three and four deep against the walls.There are thousands here.This hallway, more than any other, is the `Army’ hallway. The G3 offices line one side, G2 the other, G8 is around the corner. All Army.

Moderate conversations flow in a low buzz. Friends who may not have seen each other for a few weeks, or a few years, spot each other, cross the way and renew. Everyone shifts to ensure an open path remains down the center. The air conditioning system was not designed for this press of bodies inthis area.The temperature is rising already. Nobody cares.

10:36 hours: The clapping starts at the E-Ring. That is the outermost of the five rings of the Pentagon and it is closest to the entrance to the building. This clapping is low, sustained, hearty. It is applause with a deep emotion behind it as it moves forward in a wave down the length of the hallway.”A steady rolling wave of sound it is, moving at the pace of the soldier in the wheelchair who marks the forward edge with his presence. He is the first. He is missing the greater part of one leg, and some of his wounds are still suppurating. By his age I expect that he is a private, or perhaps a private first class.”Captains, majors, lieutenant colonels and colonels meet his gaze and nod as they applaud, soldier to soldier. Three years ago when I described one of these events, those lining the hallways were somewhat different. The applause a little wilder, perhaps in private guilt for not having shared in the burden .. yet.

Now almost everyone lining the hallway is, like the man in the wheelchair, also a combat veteran. This steadies the applause, but I think deepens the sentiment. We have all been there now. The soldier’s chair is pushed by, I believe, a full Colonel.”Behind him, and stretching the length from Rings E to A, come more of his peers, each private, corporal, or sergeant assisted as need be by a field grade officer.

11:00 hours: Twenty-four minutes of steady applause. My hands hurt, and I laugh to myself at how stupid that sounds in my own head. My hands hurt. Please! Shut up and clap. For twenty-four minutes, soldier after soldier has come down this hallway – 20, 25, 30. Fifty-three legs come with them, and perhaps only 52 hands or arms, but down this hall came 30 solid hearts.They pass down this corridor of officers and applause, and then meet for a private lunch, at which they are the guests of honor, hosted by the generals. Some are wheeled along. Some insist upon getting out of their chairs, to march as best they can with their chin held up, down thishallway, through this most unique audience. Some are catching handshakes and smiling like a politician at a Fourth of July parade.More than a couple of them seem amazed and are smiling shyly.”There are families with them as well: the 18-year-old war-bride pushing her 19-year-old husband’s wheelchair and not quite understanding why her husband is so affected by this, the boy she grew up with, now a man, who had never shed a tear is crying; the older immigrant Latino parents who have, perhaps more than their wounded mid-20s son, an appreciation for the emotion given on their son’s behalf. No man in that hallway, walking or clapping, is ashamed by the silent tears on more than a few cheeks.An Airborne Ranger wipes his eyes only to better see. A couple of the officers in this crowd have themselves been a part of this parade in the past.These are our men, broken in body they may be, but they are our brothers, and we welcome them home. This parade has gone on, every single Friday, all year long, for more than four years.”Did you know that?