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it also appears inconsistent to be anti-abortion and anti-welfare, another classic conservative conundrum - why demand people have their unwanted babies when they are very likely going to be unable or unwilling to properly care for them, resulting in more chaos for the state as it has to provide services for them, including jailing them for life when their resulting existential angst makes them sociopaths? or how about proclaiming to the world that we're for the expansion of democracy (at the price of collataral death and damage to millions) while refusing to recognize the result of democratic elections in palestine or sever our cozy-connections to military dictators in pakistan?

but what could be more american than being a hypocrite? it's practically a form of patriotism!

wayne wallace's the celebrity guru of solo alpine climbing round here too, so if you specific questions you might be well advised to pm him as he's like, nice n' stuff, and would probably be stoked to help out...

seemed like you woulda needed a snorkel if climbing 2day!

christ - can't here'dat and not reflexively post all the lyrics to the dead kennedy's "kinky sex makes the world go round"

there's a lot of drama to that, but i was always a much bigger believer in slow, steady embezellment and inside-jobs - might have had something to do w/ the total body-thrashing my big brother and all his compadres would wreck upon me when caught in the act

word.

Radio penetrates stone? thus the brilliance of my radioactive rockery-scheme! you won't need to spend extra money on electricity neither - you can turn the porch lights off, fucking wall is glowing bitches!

shit, if'n'it do that the month after we could maybe write a song about it? but someone's gonna need a really big fucking snake if we'll be making a music vid-e-o for it too - and stupid hats - and victoria secret whores who mentally abuse us!

ha! just noticed mike's gotta'em'self an ad on the board now too! so there, who cares if it is an ultra-right-wing pagetop, we're officially fair n' balanced!

shit - sounds like she mighta beena witch? good thing you didn't fawk w/ her, she mighta turned you into a neeeewt!

you should rebuild the wall w/ uranium ore - then cruise through the hood w/a geiger counter to find the bad guys when they come take it again might give your house a cool scubie-doo feel 'fore they get lifted and just in time for halloween!

You too? It's hard to find aficionados of those long attention span board games in the modern age. Yeah they must be too busy putting in 6 hours a night playing World of Warcraft to sit down and play a three hour game on Monopoly. yeah, but it actually TOOK 3 hrs to set up the axis n' allies game (was TOTALLY worth it though!) - boardgames:computer games - alpineclimbing:cragging

i remember descending the sherpa one frigid winter night, bone cold and not really looking forward to spending the night in my 32 degree bag and bivi sack on the frozen moraine, only to see a campfire glowly spendidly in the woods below - the offender turned out to be one of the great names of north-western mountaineering, and i could totally give a shit about anyone who has a problem w/ having a fire in the winter - WWGAD? (what would grizzly adams do? or john muir, firchrisakes!?)

there is no good solution to the shitty problem that humans suck killing people is ineffective at preventing shit like this and bad in a bunch of other ways but then letting a pathetic meat-sack continue to wander around drawing breath is crap too if god exists, scumsuckers will pay sure enough - and if not, then what the fuck does it even matter? in that case, the most punishment you can mete out would involve prolonging the offender's life as long as possible, since death is annihilation and a clean conscience

funny - my main memory last night was that a race of dwarves had occupied the prg - seemed like i was at least 2 feet taller than everybody else in the joint! good beer n' good times!

lake colchuck's a beautiful place to have one's spirit buzzing about for all eternity

if the donation comes w/ a sticker though, you can see it as a form of organized bribe and make it work for you - i've got out of tickets pretty much on the basis of having one of those pro-cop stickers on my car before - obviously it won't help if you have a dead hooker in the trunk (or maybe it would?), but a 1$ donation to avoid several hundred dollars in tickets is a damn shrewd investment

apparently not jefferson though - might explain why he was up to his ass in hoc when he went tits up!

don't know about genes, but there is a board-game!

i wish...

Thomas Jefferson should the children of rapacious assholes be at all suprised that they exhibit the same aggresive, capitalistic indifference to one another that their forefathers did?

word. and the only teachers w/ september off are pederasts

beacon update for the day - it's damp bitches! had to settle for a run up the corner w/ miker in the occasional pouring rain w/ everything sopping wet - looks like it'll be a week or so before anything interesting is to be had - settled for an ordinary life by tottting 120 ozs or so of malt goddamn liquor along the way to warm up each belay - the peregrines didn't seem to have sodden spirits though as they were around and enjoying life - a hint of the season to come - nice n' cool but reached the top w/ a full head...

a classic song about a recruiter and the recruited... Fighting for Strangers cho: What makes you go away, fighting for strangers, When you could be save at home, free from all dangers? A recruiting sergeant came my way, To an inn nearby at the break of day. He said: "Young Johnny you're a fine young man, Do you want to march along behind a military band, With a scarlet coat, a big cocked hat And a muscet on your shoulder?" A shilling he took and he kissed the book, Oh Johnny, what will happen to ya? The recruiting sergeant marched away, From the inn nearby at the break of day. Johnny went too, with half a ring, He was off to be a soldier, he'd be fighting for the king, In a far off war, in a far off land, To face a foreign soldier. But how will he fare when there's lead in the air, Oh poor Johnny, what will happen to ya? The sun shone high on a barren land, As a thin red line took the military stand. Sling shot, chain shot, grape shot too, Swords and bayonets thrusting through, Poor Johnny fell but the day was won And the King is grateful to ya. With your soldier deeds done, we're sending you home, Oh poor Johnny, what have they done to ya? Oh, they said he was a hero and not to grieve Over two wooden legs and an empty sleeve. They carried him home and they sat him down With a military pension and a medal from the crown. You haven't an arm, you haven't a leg, The enemy nearly slew ya. You'll have to be put with a bowl to beg, Oh poor Johnny what have they done to ya?