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but if we break up, it's gonna be an even BIGGER fence we'll have to build on our southern border to keep shiftless bums out! on the plus side, the definition of who's a "mexican" will expand to include george bush

plenty of good n' loyal libturds from the south now - no need to start hating on a brother just b/c of his area-code, ya know?

i note he has .com address too

oh......NOW i understand that character from "contagion!"

"wise sir, do not grieve it is always better to avenge dear ones than to indulge in mourning for every one of us living in this world means waiting for our end. let he who can achieve glory before death when a warrior is gone that will be his best and only bulwark"

i'm prepared to accept other folks have tastes n' opinions other than my own....but...i think anything that discredits, de-emphasizes or dismisses the awfulness of war does nothing but disservice to those fortunate few that managed to thole it. veterans day should be a reminder why we ought not so merrily march off to war, not a blow-job to hallmark and the halliburton that lurks just beyond it

never much like that flanders field poem - too pro war...it's not a poem about remembering shit, just getting even, and guilt-tripping you to do it no less, like some demented jewish-mother. a far, far better one from that war, from a guy who's mom found out he died the exact day the armistice was announced: Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of disappointed shells that dropped behind. GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And floundering like a man in fire or lime.-- Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-- My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.

chemtrails, it turns out, kill the virus directly - emergence of commercial jetliners and end of smallpox a mere coincidence? the truth IS out there.

i have my reservations w/ vaccines, therefore only accept them when administered by gay weed-smoking nurses who are left-handed

it's clearly the pernicious interaction between the vaccines AND the fluoridated water!

"remember, boys, flies spread disease...so keep your's closed!"

11/11 - my 30th day climbing at beacon since the sun of summer, and damn far from that it were - broken social connections, a total failure to rendezvous w/ the 'hound, so i shot out to beacon alone to see if he and his wouldn't eventually get it all sorted out (we planned to do the dynamite cave soon thereafter) a solo lap while waiting - frozen hands - slime snot suppurating out of many a rocky orifice - on the trail down met the boys hiking up, n' bryan and i headed off to do another, roped, lap sleet n' sheets of sleazy rain for much of the rest of the day, snow shitting out of the sky at the conclusion of the cave - cans of pabst n' pbr n' all sorta things to chuckle over deep in the foreboding bowels of the earth

thanks for the link - i'd never read old boy biddle's li'l take on the subject, and had to have a healthy gut-chuckle at his concluding philippic: "But it is a sad commentary on our civilization that a few among those who visit Beacon Rock seem to delight in doing all they can to destroy its beauty. Mosses and ferns are torn tip along the trail, the wild flowers picked, loose rocks rolled down, and names scratched at every available point. The perpetrators of these deeds, when called to order by the caretaker, often retaliate with the vilest abuse. When will the uncivilized element of our population he educated to the point that it will be content to enjoy beauty without trying to destroy it?"

BIAS ALERT!!!

flu vaccines...meh...most years i don't get one, some i do (they *are* free if the hmo that's porking me already won't charge me extra)...can't recall getting the flu in a decade or more? shit, ever since i was an adult? my steady diet of adventure and dangerous narcotics no doubt has been far more relevant as a nostum?

indeed, the arena's obvious in a # of those pix - no need to let facts get in the way of a good story, though, this is beacon, afterall

was free, so yes, why not?

i can't begin to conceive of a road-trip w/o the magic fast-forwarding medicine

unless the system collapses, which usually happens when it gets too top heavy. i think the constitution's got a good long life still in it, so not certain what "the system collapsing" would look like in anything near the distant future 2 party and multi-party systems share pretty much the same lamentable limitations, but both are clearly superior to single party ones, so we're all just gonna have to make do, 'least till the venutians come down to deliver us all to dog's everloving grace

pie-in-the-sky pondering at any rate - the odds of convincing 75% of the states to drop the electoral college are miiiiighty long, and the EC, established by the constitution, makes 3rd parties pretty much impossible

i think one big part of the problem is the two party winner take all system we have. parliamentary systems hardly blow ours out of the water, would you not agree? republics aren't panaceas...

lbj is evidence enough of how far a party and president can fall in just one term...

surely pink can't be bitter about the great state of colorado going to the chronic-side?

FELICITY spreadwell! (spreads very well) and that, right there, ladies n' uh...no gentlewomen, is why he needed to go! might say being head of the nations top spy operation when you've opened yerself up to being blackmailed ain't such a good thing...

good letter - short n' sweet, not unlike a top-notch hummer - doesn't sound like he was prepared to take "no" for an answer from b-ho HEADQUARTERS Central Intelligence Agency "9 November 2012 Yesterday afternoon, I went to the White House and asked the President to be allowed, for personal reasons, to resign from my position as D/CIA. After being married for over 37 years, I showed extremely poor judgment by engaging in an extramarital affair. Such behavior is unacceptable, both as a husband and as the leader of an organization such as ours. This afternoon, the President graciously accepted my resignation. As I depart Langley, I want you to know that it has been the greatest of privileges to have served with you, the officers of our Nation's Silent Service, a work force that is truly exceptional in every regard. Indeed, you did extraordinary work on a host of critical missions during my time as director, and I am deeply grateful to you for that. Teddy Roosevelt once observed that life's greatest gift is the opportunity to work hard at work worth doing. I will always treasure my opportunity to have done that with you and I will always regret the circumstances that brought that work with you to an end. Thank you for your extraordinary service to our country, and best wishes for continued success in the important endeavors that lie ahead for our country and our Agency. With admiration and appreciation, David H. Petraeus"