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    Got what he f*ing deserved!

    in Spray

    Posted

    i think alternative fuels/energy sources are mandatory. however, it would help to develop better public transportation networks in a number of large metropolitan areas. europe seems to be far ahead of us on this one.

     

    it would take me 3 hours to get from my house to work using public transit. if I drive ~2/3 of the way (25miles) and then catch a bus, the remaining 1/3 takes 40 minutes. it takes 15 minutes w/the car. it's not time effective for me to use public transportation. if we had a more complete network, i probably would.

     

    15 min by car? Ride a bike!

    Memorial Day Weekend.....

    in Spray

    Posted

    What Is Memorial Day?

    by

    LT Bobby Ross

     

    My years whirl past me. Swirling. Dry, broken grass hovering in a

    spring breeze. Can I remember my experiences in war? Hardly. Fighting

    for my country, my youth invested, seems such a long time ago, and so

    unimportant. The calendar this year marks Memorial Day on the 29th of

    May,2000. Have I lost something? The traditional Memorial Day, also known

    as Decoration Day, is on the 30th of May. This observed Memorial Day on May

    29th coincidentally allows for a national three day holiday. Such is

    commercialism's capitalistic American display. But why do I feel so

    stricken, like I have abandoned old friends from long ago? Their ghosts

    consort with my floating years, and their spirits coast around my presence.

    Another three day holiday! Memorial Day! Maybe me and the kids can go

    camping? Or, to the beach? Memorial Day is fun! This is the

    inconsiderate, thoughtless approach to this meaningful, and consecrated

    moment representing one three hundred and sixty-fifth of our year. What is

    the meaning of Memorial Day? Is it merely a three day escape from our

    worldly duties? Or, is it the official beginning of summer? Is selling

    more hot dogs at the ballpark the overriding clarification? Many souls,

    sacrificed in war, in duty to America, are wandering. They drift in a

    heavenly place, minus their future here upon earth. Tomorrows were forfeited.

    Given up so our nation would invigorate free souls, aspire them to

    freedom, and justly allow their lives lived as they prefer. Raising

    offspring above restrictions, as they desire. Those lost lives giving we,

    the living, what we want freely. Those are the souls we respect on Memorial

    Day. This means it is a sacred day. Without retrospect, sacrifice is

    mute. Old Glory does not wave by accident. It flutters in the spring air

    revealing honor. The color red represents the blood bloom from those who

    fell, those who clawed, those who cried in horrible pain. Those who died

    fast. And, those who died ever so slowly. They did their duty. When I see

    Old Glory waving on a sunny, end of May day, the pigment red gushes from

    millions of souls, floating, not with us, anymore. They are amongst our

    heroes, cajoling with angels with their champions, conquerors and

    commanders. Friends and loved ones gather, over the rave, witness to those

    who gave more than anyone should be required to relinquish. They did not

    want to yield. They were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and when the

    moment harshly struck them their fatal blow, they cried for their mother, or

    their friend. Then there

    were those, many of those, who knew exactly what they were giving. They

    moved forward knowingly. They lost their lives so their mission would be

    accomplished. Fools! Some intellects can say that. One would have to be

    an imbecile to give up life, no matter what the cause. For a flag? Futile!

    For a country! More pointless! For freedom! What freedom is there in

    mortality? Yes, fools they may have been, but their numbers add up in an

    awesome display of American loss! Veterans' Cemeteries, white badges

    sailing row after row after row upon green grass, almost never ending,

    creeping onto the horizon. Constant reminders of the devastation of our

    human treasure. Mothers' tears, enough to fill an ocean to overflow.

    Sweethearts, broken hearted, reading telegrams. Sons and daughters, many

    unborn, wakening at birth to a devastated family suffering from a victim of

    war there no more. And what does all this macabre math equal? Memorial Day

    is the correct answer. Few Americans know a person who died in war.

    Their family trees have lost some leaves, falling as they fought in one of

    America's wars, or discarded in the peacetime military. We are a busy

    people. We have business to capture. Our kids are in school. We have

    chores. Mundane, or surrealistic. We are a spirited society, seeking

    applications to improve ourselves and our communities. We are a helpful

    populace, always there when the going gets tough to help those who have

    suffered the tragedies of nature, whether a hurricane or a famine.

    Americans are always the first on the scene worldwide bearing their gifts of

    human spirit and abundance. This is why it is so puzzling that the meaning

    of Memorial Day seems to lack substance to many of our own people. Even

    with the day itself. Put back to accommodate a holiday schedule fixed by

    some organism no one knows, yet powerful enough to do so, the day itself

    lacks consequence to too many. Many who never knew a person who died in

    service to America are wrought with the invisible pain of not feeling for

    those who do. Americans take things for granted. We have so much. So

    very much. Endless choices. These options are not available worldwide. Our

    shelves are full. Unlike many in other nations of the world. So many are

    empty or offer very limited selections. Those American fighting men and

    women killed in battle whose souls are floating actually made available

    these wondrous choices we have every day of our American lives. Yet, most

    of our youngsters have no idea whatsoever what this means. They don't learn

    this in school. We must teach them. For without knowledge, they may end up

    thinking, or believing, all these marvelous selections came without

    circumstance. Minus anything. Equaling no meaning.

    Our nation needs to halt and perceive the flags and flowers on our

    Veterans graves on this consecrated holiday. We need to lift a common

    voice of adoration to those floating spirits of our onetime American

    Warriors, and extol them with a salutation. We have not come that far with

    our technological miracles of this millennium to become crass. We still

    need respect. Our backs can not turn from formality. Our eyes can not look

    away from custom. Our voices must not resonate in silence against honor and

    glory. To do so will leave us hollow, only to fill us with that which is

    desolate and lacking potential. This is not the true meaning of Memorial

    Day. The heartfelt significance requires reminding. Story telling. Wisdom

    being passed on from our Veterans to our younger generations. An

    interpretation certified by those who remember the horrors of war. Without

    this core, our society can not remain genuine. It becomes contemptible. It

    rots from within. These floating souls of our lost American Warriors are a

    powerful force, for they live within our hearts. They constantly seek

    justification for their contributions, and they are real within us. Such is

    what our American substance stands for, where character is developed,

    individually is guaranteed, and a community, a nation, survives.

    America enters the 21st Century as the most powerful entity

    humankind has ever experienced. America permeates this next century with

    vast responsibilities. Our children must bear this promise. We can not

    turn our backs on these bygone descendants, nor can we do so upon

    ourselves. Memorial Day offers us the opportunity to express a moment of

    solitude where each of us can personify in our own way what we feel. I

    only speak for my myself, as one who has bared his soul to the dread of

    war. So my father did, and his father's father before him, and their souls

    float amongst the multitudes. My mother and her mother held their Veterans

    after they returned from war, tears streaming down their cheeks in gratitude

    for their safe return. And there were those in my ancestry who did not

    return from war. And their mothers' tears soaked the pillows on beds for

    generations to sleep upon. Their souls are the dreams that drift amongst

    the floating, gathering at the end of May in the breeze of summer's coming,

    in the cool glass of lemonade at the child's street side stand, in the

    cheers at the ball game from the crowd rooting their team to victory and

    enjoying the best hot dogs in the world. Let us all stop for a moment,

    whether it is on the traditional day, or the observed Memorial Day, or even

    at the end of May, and reach for those floating souls. Let us reveal to

    them how much we cherish their sacrifice for our free people. Let these

    memories harvest our recognition of the meaning of Memorial Day in a very

    simple word. And let that word, simply stated be: Thanks.

     

    I guess you could just honor memorial day. wazzup.gif

    What Did You Do This Weekend?

    in Spray

    Posted

    Can't remember, will update once the hangover clears.. There is a wad of credit card reciepts in my wallet that mind be clues. And my bank keeps calling me, and I have a message from Harbor View Emergency room, and a funny wrist bracelot, and a package came in the mail today from california that had my glasses in them??? wtf I was wearing them thursday??.. I'm offering a reward to anyone that knows of my whereabouts this past weekend. Or to anyone that can find my black thong underwear..

     

    Well off to Biology..

    2005 ROC TRIP SQUAMISH BC

    in Events Forum

    Posted

    DJ LAFOUCHE

     

    I believe this is the amazing trapist beer from the elusive Banglespock brewery in Belgium. First brewed by organized wolves of the Spindlepop pack, it was later taught to a you man who was raised by these same wolves. Travise Banglespock became a prominant brewmaster among the monks of his era. He was often found recumbant in the abbey with multiple bottles of "DJ LAFOUCHE" laying on their sides around him. This is where the idea of aging trapist beers on their sides became an acceptable practice to this day. bigdrink.gif

    WTB 60-63cm Road Bike

    in The Yard Sale

    Posted

    I'm not looking for a fancy schmancy bike "unless u want to give it to me for under 300 bucks" I'm looking for somthing that rides well and shifts well enough.. I've also got some old first generation Friends >7< I'd be willing to trade.. I'll even throw in an old harness I found on the sidewalk >beaconHill< ..and the left over scraps from my last resole.

     

    If this interests you.. contact me.. Or if you are interested in purchasing the resole scraps..

    Anyone need a roomate?

    in Spray

    Posted

    I'm a full time student, I work 2 jobs, very clean, I promise to pretend to be sober when necessary.. I'm gone a lot -----> good roomate.. master chef.. Looking for something on Capitol Hill..

     

    I promise not to drytool in the sheetrock...

    I promise not to ration food...

    I promise not to flirt with your sister/mom/girlfriend...

    I promise not to let dirty climbers crash on the couch before showering...

    I promise to keep bloody bullfighting tapestry in bedroom..

    Private message quota

    in Spray

    Posted

    WTF is up with this.. "sorry this user has exceded their private message quota" umm.... if thats the case, I think Dru has exceded his stupid message quota post long ago..

     

    no offence dru, I read your stupid posts... and if you do take offence.. fuck you fellow loozer

    Speeding Tickets in Oregon

    in Spray

    Posted

    Nihlist! blush.gif

     

    Well whatever you do don't just ignore it. I got a huge ticket in OR about 7 years ago and said fuck it, and planned on never driving there again. About 3 years after that my license expired for ID, and I couldn't renew it. About 2 years after that, I got pulled over for wearing my hat backwards, and got a expired license ticket in ID. Litterally the DAY before I left for SE asia for a long time. So that ticket didn't get paid. Moral of the story. I get back, buy a new car, can't get insurance to register it, because my license is all fukered up. Living in WY, I pay all my shit, and have to take a new driving test, in my friends exploder, do a 360 or 2 during the test, fail and get told straight up by the instructor. "you should have paid that ticket in OR"

    Speeding Tickets in Oregon

    in Spray

    Posted

    When I lived in Ridgecrest the limit was still 55 in CA, but we knew lot of CHP and they really did not care about speed on 395 regularly went 85+ on way to Sierra. OR is different they still play dead cuts from the 70's. Safe and prudent is well up in the 80's so it goes.

     

    Not sure if you were aware, but 395 from Ridgecrest/California city to Bishop was the deadliest stretch of highway in CA from 1990-1995

     

    and as far as montana is concerned, the no speed limit zones are currently 75mph speed zones.. that is still 20mph faster than 55.

     

    I am just saying that if you are going 40 over the speed limit, you need to adjust your schedule to allow more driving time, and reduce the dangers on the highway.

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