Dechristo

Nice photos. Looks like some great opportunities

way to gut it out

just ask the axis

Some men are like that.

adequately inane

I believe Taos still bans snowboards.

seeing that you prefer to assume the most extreme interpretation possible (not plausible, but possible), I'll defer post space to those who receive some enjoyment from discussion with you. It's ironic that you seem to propose a better world through diplomacy and yet, personally, practice the opposite.

when you stop shittin' on the butter dish

No matter who is at the helm and sentiments of officers and crew, turning a battleship requires time. Agreement by leaders to the conduct of war is easy and practiced - even by children in the play of board games. To expect absolute compliance by those actively defending and taking lives is fantasy. It's interesting to reflect upon how different, from today to just a few decades ago, the change in awareness of the general public of the events in our world. In this Age of Information, one may place hope in the widespread disemenation of information once held fast in boardrooms and the backrooms of governmental offices to allow the general public, armed with what was once priviledged information, to make more informed choices. Although, this is undeniably a powerful new tool, it cannot be doubted it is just as powerfull a tool of misinformation. The location of truth seems cryptic as ever. Where/what is "the wall"? Other than legal conviction (which, I believe, is a pipedream), "the wall" is only the room where a new strategy is formed for the sale of an agenda and the purchase of power. Cynical? Yes. Can noble magnanimity gain traction in an environment where nothing moves without the exchange of favors? Sadly, no matter the repercussions of the perceived manifestation of justice served in our time, there is no guarantee that it won't "happen again". Perhaps trite, but World War One, was "the war to end all wars". Regardless, of the specifics of deceits and manipulations presently that precipitate our role in world conflict, can there be any doubt these pathologies were/are/will be instrumental and present in mankind's gait? We are deep in our understanding of the world we live in. We are as shallow as ever in our understanding of the world within us.

you trollin' for da girl or da monkey?

"This is your head on bouldering - just say 'no'." "Don't trust the chicken heads."

Don't get your hopes up. This situation, despite your assessment (perhaps), isn't as cut & dry as My Lai. Many in the position to prosecute these offenses are cognizant the saw they create to use on others' necks may, in turn, be used to cut the limbs on which they perch.

the 40+ inches of snow that fell a couple weeks ago has settled to 12"-16" of corn with a two inch crust. Perfect for a stout-fueled midnight rugby match last night outside of the brewery. This morning, salvation has been found in fresh-ground coffee.

that ain't gonna do anyone any good without some sort of gravy.

I find this interweb thingy indispensible. Our network of militant neo-luddite groups have never had a greater recruitment tool.

Dont you mean telling your parents you got kevboned? "Kevboned" - The effects of head trauma, including the inability to express perceptive and comprehensive thought, is readily apparent. It is ironically "told" through the inability to communicate effectively.

the kindness of strangers

I'm on my second cup of coffee and I still cant face the day I'm thinking of the lady who got lost along the way And if I dont stop this trembling hand from reaching for the phone I'll be reachin for the bottle, lord, before this day is done I'm on my second cup of coffee and I still cant face the day The room was filled with laughs as we danced the night away But my sleep was filled with dreaming of the wrongs that I had done And the gentle sweet reminder of a daughter and a son Sitting alone, my friends have all gone home You never know when they'll come droppin' in Thinking of girls with their fingers in my curls Too young to understand how love begins I'm on my second cup of coffee and I still cant face the dawn The radio is playin a soft country song And if I dont stop this trembling hand from reaching for the phone I'll be reachin for the bottle, lord, before this day is done

a navel

Yeah, really. Just look what they've derived from feces alone.

yo enigmama

you got it partially correct. your line would be: "dont you mean 'you're mama'"

yo mama

or a corked Freshette

They're just miffed cause there's a new playa in the global skeet club.