Got this in my mailbox

From a British friend, she had some dated pics from the riots demonstrations of moslem peacful co-existancs of the cartoon crusades.

But this is good. Maybe there's hope for John Bull after all.

IMMIGRANTS,

NOT BRITS MUST ADAPT.

I am tired of this nation worrying about whether we are offending some individual or their culture. Since the terrorist attacks on the 7th of the 7th we have experienced a surge in patriotism by the majority of Brits. However, the disgust about the attacks had barely settled when the "politically correct! " crowd began complaining about the possibility that our patriotism was offending others.

I am not against immigration, nor do I hold a grudge against anyone who is seeking a better life by coming to Britain , Our population is almost entirely made up of descendants of immigrants. (The Danes, Romans, ect.) However, there are a few things that those who have recently come to our country, and apparently some born here, need to understand. This idea of the Brits being a multicultural community has served only to dilute our sovereignty and our national identity.

As Britain's we have our own culture, our own society, our own language and our own lifestyle. This culture has been developed over centuries of struggles, trials, and victories by millions of men and women who have sought freedom.

We speak ENGLISH, not Indian, Urdu, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, or any other language. Therefore, if you wish to become part of our society, learn the language!

"Land of Hope & Glory" is our motto. This is not some Christian, right wing, political slogan. We adopted this motto because Christian men and women, on Christian principles, founded this nation, and this is clearly documented.

It is certainly appropriate to display it on the walls of our schools. If God offends you, then I suggest you consider another part of the world as your new home, because God is part of our culture.

If the 'Union Jack' flag offends you, or you don't like our QUEEN, then you should seriously consider a move to another part of this planet. We are happy with our culture and have no desire to change, and we really don't care how you did things where you came from. This is OUR COUNTRY, our land, and our lifestyle. Our Laws give every citizen the right to express his opinion and we will allow you every opportunity to do so!

But once you are done complaining, whining, and griping about our flag, our lifestyle our government, or our way of life, I highly encourage you take advantage of one other great BRITISH freedom, THE RIGHT TO LEAVE.

It is Time for Gt. Britain to Speak up! If you agree -- pass this along; if you don't agree -- delete it!

anon..

I see that SOMEONE has been fooling around the Blogger brain

I couldn't get on in Firefox, so had to log-in on IE.
If this keeps up I guess pretty soon you'll see a redirect on here.

I was going to give my moderate to liberal readers something to remember from their H.S. English class--if they were in anywhere but a blue state growing up.
If they were in a Blue state, they probably never heard of the story I was about to relate.

I decided to print the serial because someone on the radio was talking of a pig named Napoleon.


I was going to wait, but it's a short book. If I was re-reading it I could be done with it in a night.

Ok, here it goes.....You'll have to figure out the title, all I'll tell you is the author was a Communist.


MR. JONES, of the Manor Farm, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the popholes. With the ring of light from his lantern dancing from side to side, he lurched across the yard, kicked off his boots at the back door, drew himself a last glass of beer from the barrel in the scullery, and made his way up to bed, where Mrs. Jones was already snoring.

As soon as the light in the bedroom went out there was a stirring and a fluttering all through the farm buildings. Word had gone round during the day that old Major, the prize Middle White boar, had had a strange dream on the previous night and wished to communicate it to the other animals. It had been agreed that they should all meet in the big barn as soon as Mr. Jones was safely out of the way. Old Major (so he was always called, though the name under which he had been exhibited was Willingdon Beauty) was so highly regarded on the farm that everyone was quite ready to lose an hour's sleep in order to hear what he had to say.

At one end of the big barn, on a sort of raised platform, Major was already ensconced on his bed of straw, under a lantern which hung from a beam. He was twelve years old and had lately grown rather stout, but he was still a majestic-looking pig, with a wise and benevolent appearance in spite of the fact that his tushes had never been cut. Before long the other animals began to arrive and make themselves comfortable after their different fashions. First came the three dogs, Bluebell, Jessie, and Pincher, and then the pigs, who settled down in the straw immediately in front of the platform. The hens perched themselves on the window-sills, the pigeons fluttered up to the rafters, the sheep and cows lay down behind the pigs and began to chew the cud. The two cart-horses, Boxer and Clover, came in together, walking very slowly and setting down their vast hairy hoofs with great care lest there should be some small animal concealed in the straw. Clover was a stout motherly mare approaching middle life, who had never quite got her figure back after her fourth foal. Boxer was an enormous beast, nearly eighteen hands high, and as strong as any two ordinary horses put together. A white stripe down his nose gave him a somewhat stupid appearance, and in fact he was not of first-rate intelligence, but he was universally respected for his steadiness of character and tremendous powers of work. After the horses came Muriel, the white goat, and Benjamin, the donkey. Benjamin was the oldest animal on the farm, and the worst tempered. He seldom talked, and when he did, it was usually to make some cynical remark-for instance, he would say that God had given him a tail to keep the flies off, but that he would sooner have had no tail and no flies. Alone among the animals on the farm he never laughed. If asked why, he would say that he saw nothing to laugh at. Nevertheless, without openly admitting it, he was devoted to Boxer; the two of them usually spent their Sundays together in the small paddock beyond the orchard, grazing side by side and never speaking.

The two horses had just lain down when a brood of ducklings, which had lost their mother, filed into the barn, cheeping feebly and wandering from side to side to find some place where they would not be trodden on. Clover made a sort of wall round them with her great foreleg, and the ducklings nestled down inside it and promptly fell asleep. At the last moment Mollie, the foolish, pretty white mare who drew Mr. Jones's trap, came mincing daintily in, chewing at a lump of sugar. She took a place near the front and began flirting her white mane, hoping to draw attention to the red ribbons it was plaited with. Last of all came the cat, who looked round, as usual, for the warmest place, and finally squeezed herself in between Boxer and Clover; there she purred contentedly throughout Major's speech without listening to a word of what he was saying.

All the animals were now present except Moses, the tame raven, who slept on a perch behind the back door. When Major saw that they had all made themselves comfortable and were waiting attentively, he cleared his throat and began:

"Comrades, you have heard already about the strange dream that I had last night. But I will come to the dream later. I have something else to say first. I do not think, comrades, that I shall be with you for many months longer, and before I die, I feel it my duty to pass on to you such wisdom as I have acquired. I have had a long life, I have had much time for thought as I lay alone in my stall, and I think I may say that I understand the nature of life on this earth as well as any animal now living. It is about this that I wish to speak to you.

"Now, comrades, what is the nature of this life of ours? Let us face it: our lives are miserable, laborious, and short. We are born, we are given just so much food as will keep the breath in our bodies, and those of us who are capable of it are forced to work to the last atom of our strength; and the very instant that our usefulness has come to an end we are slaughtered with hideous cruelty. No animal in England knows the meaning of happiness or leisure after he is a year old. No animal in England is free. The life of an animal is misery and slavery: that is the plain truth.

"But is this simply part of the order of nature? Is it because this land of ours is so poor that it cannot afford a decent life to those who dwell upon it? No, comrades, a thousand times no! The soil of England is fertile, its climate is good, it is capable of affording food in abundance to an enormously greater number of animals than now inhabit it. This single farm of ours would support a dozen horses, twenty cows, hundreds of sheep-and all of them living in a comfort and a dignity that are now almost beyond our imagining. Why then do we continue in this miserable condition? Because nearly the whole of the produce of our labour is stolen from us by human beings. There, comrades, is the answer to all our problems. It is summed up in a single word-Man. Man is the only real enemy we have. Remove Man from the scene, and the root cause of hunger and overwork is abolished for ever.

"Man is the only creature that consumes without producing. He does not give milk, he does not lay eggs, he is too weak to pull the plough, he cannot run fast enough to catch rabbits. Yet he is lord of all the animals. He sets them to work, he gives back to them the bare minimum that will prevent them from starving, and the rest he keeps for himself. Our labour tills the soil, our dung fertilises it, and yet there is not one of us that owns more than his bare skin. You cows that I see before me, how many thousands of gallons of milk have you given during this last year? And what has happened to that milk which should have been breeding up sturdy calves? Every drop of it has gone down the throats of our enemies. And you hens, how many eggs have you laid in this last year, and how many of those eggs ever hatched into chickens? The rest have all gone to market to bring in money for Jones and his men. And you, Clover, where are those four foals you bore, who should have been the support and pleasure of your old age? Each was sold at a year old-you will never see one of them again. In return for your four confinements and all your labour in the fields, what have you ever had except your bare rations and a stall?

"And even the miserable lives we lead are not allowed to reach their natural span. For myself I do not grumble, for I am one of the lucky ones. I am twelve years old and have had over four hundred children. Such is the natural life of a pig. But no animal escapes the cruel knife in the end. You young porkers who are sitting in front of me, every one of you will scream your lives out at the block within a year. To that horror we all must come-cows, pigs, hens, sheep, everyone. Even the horses and the dogs have no better fate. You, Boxer, the very day that those great muscles of yours lose their power, Jones will sell you to the knacker, who will cut your throat and boil you down for the foxhounds. As for the dogs, when they grow old and toothless, Jones ties a brick round their necks and drowns them in the nearest pond.

"Is it not crystal clear, then, comrades, that all the evils of this life of ours spring from the tyranny of human beings? Only get rid of Man, and the produce of our labour would be our own. A1most overnight we could become rich and free. What then must we do? Why, work night and day, body and soul, for the overthrow of the human race! That is my message to you, comrades: Rebellion! I do not know when that Rebellion will come, it might be in a week or in a hundred years, but I know, as surely as I see this straw beneath my feet, that sooner or later justice will be done. Fix your eyes on that, comrades, throughout the short remainder of your lives! And above all, pass on this message of mine to those who come after you, so that future generations shall carry on the struggle until it is victorious.

"And remember, comrades, your resolution must never falter. No argument must lead you astray. Never listen when they tell you that Man and the animals have a common interest, that the prosperity of the one is the prosperity of the others. It is all lies. Man serves the interests of no creature except himself. And among us animals let there be perfect unity, perfect comradeship in the struggle. All men are enemies. All animals are comrades."

At this moment there was a tremendous uproar. While Major was speaking four large rats had crept out of their holes and were sitting on their hindquarters, listening to him. The dogs had suddenly caught sight of them, and it was only by a swift dash for their holes that the rats saved their lives. Major raised his trotter for silence.

"Comrades," he said, "here is a point that must be settled. The wild creatures, such as rats and rabbits-are they our friends or our enemies? Let us put it to the vote. I propose this question to the meeting: Are rats comrades?"

The vote was taken at once, and it was agreed by an overwhelming majority that rats were comrades. There were only four dissentients, the three dogs and the cat, who was afterwards discovered to have voted on both sides. Major continued:

"I have little more to say. I merely repeat, remember always your duty of enmity towards Man and all his ways. Whatever goes upon two legs is an enemy. Whatever goes upon four legs, or has wings, is a friend. And remember also that in fighting against Man, we must not come to resemble him. Even when you have conquered him, do not adopt his vices. No animal must ever live in a house, or sleep in a bed, or wear clothes, or drink alcohol, or smoke tobacco, or touch money, or engage in trade. All the habits of Man are evil. And, above all, no animal must ever tyrannise over his own kind. Weak or strong, clever or simple, we are all brothers. No animal must ever kill any other animal. All animals are equal.

"And now, comrades, I will tell you about my dream of last night. I cannot describe that dream to you. It was a dream of the earth as it will be when Man has vanished. But it reminded me of something that I had long forgotten. Many years ago, when I was a little pig, my mother and the other sows used to sing an old song of which they knew only the tune and the first three words. I had known that tune in my infancy, but it had long since passed out of my mind. Last night, however, it came back to me in my dream. And what is more, the words of the song also came back-words, I am certain, which were sung by the animals of long ago and have been lost to memory for generations. I will sing you that song now, comrades. I am old and my voice is hoarse, but when I have taught you the tune, you can sing it better for yourselves. It is called Beasts of England."

Old Major cleared his throat and began to sing. As he had said, his voice was hoarse, but he sang well enough, and it was a stirring tune, something between Clementine and La Cucaracha. The words ran:

Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland,

Beasts of every land and clime,

Hearken to my joyful tidings

Of the golden future time.


Soon or late the day is coming,

Tyrant Man shall be o'erthrown,

And the fruitful fields of England

Shall be trod by beasts alone.


Rings shall vanish from our noses,

And the harness from our back,

Bit and spur shall rust forever,

Cruel whips no more shall crack.


Riches more than mind can picture,

Wheat and barley, oats and hay,

Clover, beans, and mangel-wurzels

Shall be ours upon that day.


Bright will shine the fields of England,

Purer shall its waters be,

Sweeter yet shall blow its breezes

On the day that sets us free.


For that day we all must labour,

Though we die before it break;

Cows and horses, geese and turkeys,

All must toil for freedom's sake.


Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland,

Beasts of every land and clime,

Hearken well and spread my tidings

Of the golden future time.

The singing of this song threw the animals into the wildest excitement. Almost before Major had reached the end, they had begun singing it for themselves. Even the stupidest of them had already picked up the tune and a few of the words, and as for the clever ones, such as the pigs and dogs, they had the entire song by heart within a few minutes. And then, after a few preliminary tries, the whole farm burst out into Beasts of England in tremendous unison. The cows lowed it, the dogs whined it, the sheep bleated it, the horses whinnied it, the ducks quacked it. They were so delighted with the song that they sang it right through five times in succession, and might have continued singing it all night if they had not been interrupted.

Unfortunately, the uproar awoke Mr. Jones, who sprang out of bed, making sure that there was a fox in the yard. He seized the gun which always stood in a corner of his bedroom, and let fly a charge of number 6 shot into the darkness. The pellets buried themselves in the wall of the barn and the meeting broke up hurriedly. Everyone fled to his own sleeping-place. The birds jumped on to their perches, the animals settled down in the straw, and the whole farm was asleep in a moment.

Your government at work

I'm sure glad I'm not a taxpayer in Pottstown, Pa.

Because apparently spending $600,000 isn't worth remembering.

The borough council authorized the purchase of a $600,000 fire truck in May, but this week several council members seemed to have forgotten about it.

"I was not aware we had authorized the purchase of the vehicle," Borough Council President Jack Wolf said after Fire Chief Richard Lengel told council members on Wednesday that the truck had been ordered.

"I would think it would be taken to the finance committee at least," Councilman Greg Berry said. "It seems like a lot of money to spend without a report."

After consulting minutes of previous meetings, council members realized that they had approved the purchase months earlier.

"Well, that's what the minutes say, so that's what we have to go with," Wolf said before apologizing for his faulty memory.

On a more nostalgic note

The Old Time Radio Network has radio serials online for free!

If the older generation wants to remember their youth, they can hear such programs as Amos and Andy-which you PC geeks won't like.
The Great Gildersleeves, and The Lone Ranger. OOoohh- they have Red Skelton too!

Too bad they don't have "Sgt. York of the Yukon" yet.
I learned to like alot of those old programs on AFRTS.

And speaking of cars

Chris Rock in a PSA.


How not to git your @ss kicked by the PO'lice


Language warning

,,,,,As if the title didn't tell you that already.......

Read it and weep

I stole this link from Daniel at Lobo Walk.
He and I are pretty much in agreement that buying a car is about the only time a staight guy goes somewhere and just begs to be bent over the table and taken without lube by the entire sales force.

Edmunds.com, the online car experts sent a spy into the car lots and he reports that yes, they start padding your bill as soon as you turn into the lot.

He lets you in on some of their tricks...
The next step in my training involved the use of the "4-square work sheet." Michael told me the 4-square was my friend, it was the salesman's tool for getting "maximum gross profit." As the name implies, the sheet is divided into four sections. When you have a prospect "in the box" (in the sales cubicle) you pull out a 4-square and go to work.

The information about the customer is written along the top together with the make, model and serial number of the car they want to buy. Then the salesman writes the sticker price of the car in large numbers in the upper right square on the worksheet. Michael stressed that the price of the car should be written in large clear numbers to give it a feeling of authority. He added that we should always write "+ fees" next to the price of the car (This includes license fees and sales tax.).

"Good penmanship is essential," he said. "This makes it harder for them to negotiate. "You're saying, 'Mr. Customer, if you want our beautiful new car, this is the price you're going to have to pay.'"

The other boxes on the 4-square are for the price of the trade-in, the amount of the customer's down payment, and the amount of the customer's monthly payment.

"When you negotiate, this sheet should be covered with numbers," Michael said. "It should be like a battleground. And I don't want to see the price dropping five hundred dollars at a pop. Come down slowly, slowly. Here I'll show you how."
~snip~

Michael said you could use the "up to" trick with the down payment too. "If Mr. Customer says he wants to put down $2000, you say, "Up to?" And he'll probably bump himself up to $2500." Michael then wrote $2,500 in the down payment box of the 4-square worksheet.

I later found out this little phrase "Up to?" was a joke around the dealership. When salesmen or women passed each other in the hallways, they would say, "Up to?" and break out laughing.

The final box on the 4-square was for the trade-in. This was where the most profit could be made. Buyers are so eager to get out of their old car and into a new one, they overlook the true value of the trade-in. The dealership is well aware of this weakness and exploits it.

~snip~
The first numbers that go on the 4-square come from the customer. The down payment and the monthly payment are only what they would like to pay. Now, it's time to get the numbers that the dealership would like the customer to pay. These numbers are called the "first pencil" and they come from a sales manager in the tower. Michael said that the first pencil was the dealership's starting position. "You have to hit them high," Michael explained. "You have to break them inside — make them understand that if they want our beautiful new car, they're going to have to pay for it."

Here's how we were supposed to get the first pencil from the tower. After the customer test-drove the car we brought them into a sales office and offered them coffee or a Coke to relax them. Then we filled in the information about the car on the 4-square. We then picked up the phone and called the tower. Michael held his hand like a phone receiver with his thumb and little finger sticking out. "You say, 'Yes sir. I have the Jones family here with me and they have just driven a beautiful new whatever model, stock number blah blah blah.' Then you say, 'Is it still available?' Of course you know it is. But you want to create a sense of urgency. So you pause, then say to the customer, 'Great news! The car's still available!' Then the tower will give you the first pencil. Write it in each of the boxes."

I later found out that the first pencil is arrived at by the dealership in a very unscientific way. For every $10,000 that is financed, the down payment they try to get is $3,000 and the monthly payment they try for is $250. In this way, a $20,000 family sedan would require about $6,000 down and a $500 a month payment. (These payments are based on very high interest rates calculated on five-year loans. These numbers are so inflated that a manager I later worked with laughingly called them, "stupid high numbers.")

"But here's the beauty of this system," Michael said, "these numbers aren't coming from you — you're still the good guy. They're coming from someone on the other end of the phone. The enemy."
~snip~
At times Michael became very excited as he thought of new things to teach me. At one point he said, "Oh! This is a good one! This is how you steal the trade-in." He looked around quickly to make sure no one overheard him. "When you're getting the numbers from the desk, they'll ask if the customer has a trade-in. Say it's a '95 Ford Taurus. And say you took it to the used car manager and he evaluated it and said he would pay four grand for it. If you can get the trade for only three, that's a grand extra in profit.

"So what you do is this," Michael pretended to pick up the phone again, "you ask the desk, 'What did we get for the last three Tauruses at auction?' Then they'll give you some figures — they'll say, $1,923, $2,197 and $1,309. You don't have to say anything to the customer. But he sees you writing this down! And he's going, 'Holy crap! I thought my trade was worth $6,000.' Now it's easy to get it for $3,000. That's a grand extra in profit. And it's front-end money too!" (I later learned that front-end money was what our commissions were based on. Back-end money was made on interest, holdbacks and other elements of the deal.)

That's why I HATE buying a car. Just fighting not to get f*cked too badly.

Well, at least now there's the internet...

...AND if you want to brave the lions den, our intreped author also includes some self defense tips so that you'll at lest get some lube.

Alcohol, fire, a frat........

What could possibly go wrong?

This is for Forneus

I was going to comment on both your site and Cary's, but didn't want to blather too much, so I decided to do it on mine.

It's probably off the wall, but- he seems to be trying to decide what he is.
He's trapped in a very blue state; but is able to see both sides of the question.

He's been asking questions, and being suprized by the answers he's gotten from Conservatives.

OK, Forneus. Here's a real life example of the differences between the Liberal and Conservative way of looking at things.

Whenever there's a big to-do about something in the Republican (Conservative) camp- the media is all over it cackeling over the splintering of the "whatever" side and how it's the end. We argue and bicker and bloviate and b*tch- but still stick together like a family.
In the Democrat (Liberal) camp- if you don't toe the line, and keep moving to the left- they sacrifice you on the altar of intolerance.

A perfect example is Joe Lieberman. He's been a good Dem for his entire political career, even selected to be the Dem VP. Now he's running as an Independant because he's not in lockstep with the ever more anti-Bush Liberal puppetmasters in the Democratic party.
The Conservative (Republican -sortof) side isn't gloating about their opponents defeat. They're hoping that he'll get elected as an independant.
Yes, part of it is politics, but more to the point is that they respect him as someone who actually cares about the country. We know he'll continue to vote against most of wat is put up by the Republicans- but that's because he's going by his principles and not the Anti-Bush-because -his-name-is-Bush crowd.
Principles are principles- pandering is pandering.

Conservatives are alot more tolerant than Liberals in the majority of cases that count.

The new meme-of-the-week

Do you sleep with your closet door open or closed?
Open, the dirty cloths just kinda keep migrating.

Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotels?
Sure, I paid for them.

Have you ever stolen a street sign before?
What's the staute of limitations?.

Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of bees?
Bees, I was a SeaBEE. Besides I've been stung so much, I'm pretty much immune.

What is your biggest pet peeve?
Selfrightious ignorant @ssholes.

Do you ever dance if there's no music playing?
Don't dance- I'm a white guy.

What's your favorite scary movie?
The Shining

Where would you bury hidden treasure?
If I had enough to worry about burying, Id rather have it in an IRA.

What is your "song of the week"?
Gun Love- ZZ Top

Is it OK for guys to wear pink?
I'm sure they're secure in their manlyness, or gay- you choose.

What movies could you watch over and over and still love?
Good, Bad and the Ugly- The enemy below- 1941- Animal House.

Were you ever a boy/girl scout?
Cub scout and Weblow (?) why doesn't that look right?.

What is your usual bedtime?
It used to be around 10:30PM. With the new job- somewhere south of 2:30AM

When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween?
Can't remember

Who is better... Leno or Letterman?
dunno.

Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?
An army man- SeaBee was close enough, and a garbage man!- did that, too both ends of the truck (the front end smells alot better).

Cheetos or Fritos?
Frito Pie!

Astronomy or astrology?
Completely not interested in either.

Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?
Gawd, I hope theres not a FUTURE spouse... I'm happy with this one working on C-141 electronics.

How well would you adapt to living in an Amish community?
Could I get a computer waiver?

Put your iPod on random. What song comes up?
Wouldn't recognize an Ipod if I stepped on it.

Do you burn incense?
Nope, But I made Karen a mini-BBQ pit out of 2" pipe that made a good incense burner.
Had smoke comming out of the chimminy like it was smoking brisket.

Hot tea or cold tea?
Sweet iced tea, thank you!

Tea or coffee?
About 3 cups of coffee works for me.

Can you swim well?
Yup, went to state on year.

Can you hold your breath without manually holding your nose?
Yes.

Which are better, black or green olives?
Never saw green olives on a pizza, so I wouldn't know..

Do you have any godchildren?
Nope.

Red Roof or Econolodge?
Who's paying?.

Do you like to go camping?
Did it enough in the navy, besides there's no A/C in tents.

Are you suddenly realizing that maybe you're more high-maintenance than you're willing to admit?
I am very low maintenance.

If your parents are still married, do they have a good marriage?
I guess they would if dad were still alive.

What is your favorite episode of Fresh Prince of Bel Air?
I'll pass on Will Smiths' TV and "musical" accomplishments- I like him in movies.


Stolen from Trail-mix

Cool

Thanks Willie G.

Now I just need to get my motorcycle endorsment back so I can ride one.




H/T to Rednecks Revenge

I've been hearing about the newest and more improved UN resolution

The one that "THIS TIME" will actually do something.

I kept thinking of a cartoon I saw, and realized that it was one of the evolutionary ways that people get to thinking that the UN can actually do something positive.

This cartoon doesn't mention the UN specifically, but you can see how he's a Lefty convincing himself (with your help) to believer the UN can do something to ensure "Peace in our time".

Just be patient, it takes a while to load- it's an interactive thought process.









It's also Joecartoon, so it's also pretty juvenile,,but fun!

I've got a scoop on the New York Times

I've got something that they're afraid to touch- even though it's your "right to know".

Here's something that you won't find out about those terrorists in the U.K.
That the Legacy media wants to keep hidden from you.

Do you think you can handle this secret?

Ok, here goes.

NONE of the arrested terrorists had a surname of Kelly, or Swartz, or Goldstein, or Shakleford, or Washington, nor Perrelli, not Saenz, or Nighthorse.

None went to morning Mass before being arrested, none took communion either.

Here are the names:

1. ALI, Abdula, Ahmed
DOB: 10/10/1980
Address: Walthamstow, London, United Kingdom
2. ALI, Cossor
DOB: 04/12/1982
Address: London, United Kingdom, E17
3. ALI, Shazad, Khuram
DOB: 11/06/1979
Address: High Wycombe, Buckinghamshire, United Kingdom
4. HUSSAIN, Nabeel
DOB: 10/03/1984
Address: London, United Kingdom, E4
5. HUSSAIN, Tanvir
DOB: 21/02/1981
Address: Leyton, London, United Kingdom, E10
6. HUSSAIN, Umair
DOB: 09/10/1981
Address: London, United Kingdom, E14
7. ISLAM, Umar
DOB: 23/04/1978
Address: High Wycombe, Buckinghamshire, United Kingdom
8. KAYANI, Waseem
DOB: 28/04/1977
Address: High Wycombe, Buckinghamshire, United Kingdom
9. KHAN, Assan, Abdullah
DOB: 24/10/1984
Address: London, United Kingdom, E17
10. KHAN, Waheed, Arafat
DOB: 18/05/1981
Address: London, United Kingdom, E17
11. KHATIB, Osman, Adam
DOB: 07/12/1986
Address: London, United Kingdom, E17
12. PATEL, Abdul, Muneem
DOB: 17/04/1989
Address: London, United Kingdom, E5
13. RAUF, Tayib
DOB: 26/04/1984
Address: Birmingham, United Kingdom
14. SADDIQUE, Muhammed, Usman
DOB: 23/04/1982
Address: Walthamstow, London, United Kingdom, E17
15. SARWAR, Assad
DOB: 24/05/1980
Address: High Wycombe, Buckinghamshire, United Kingdom
16. SAVANT, Ibrahim
DOB: 19/12/1980
Address: London, United Kingdom, E17
17. TARIQ, Amin, Asmin
DOB: 07/06/1983
Address: Walthamstow, London, United Kingdom, E17
18. UDDIN, Shamin, Mohammed
DOB: 22/11/1970
Address: Stoke Newington, London, United Kingdom
19. ZAMAN, Waheed
DOB: 27/05/1984
Address: London, United Kingdom, E17


So when are we going to start profiling?

You've heard of the "Blue screen of death" right?

What do you call it when a LCD gets broken?

The "thatchwork of death"?

Or the "crosshatch of death"?

Maybe a "$200 hit to the wallet of pain?"--on E-bay, with a 2 day delivery.


The whole thing started with the (widespread) power supply problem of Compaq laptops.
Where the battery power plugs in is almost designed to break internally. We didn't know that, and thought it was a bad connection at the plug-in.
The only way we had to keep it charged was to kinda wrap the cord over the top and keep the plug taught bt wedging the UMMMM....surge protector bulge(?????) at the corner of the screen.
It worked pretty good untill it got closed just a leeeetle bit too much- and cracked the bottom right corner. Ok, we can live with a 50cent chunk missing from the bottom corner, just move the tray.

If you move the laptop and the cord gets caught, it'll fall corner first to the floor. The former small blemish now covers a good 2/3 of the screen. Cr@p!

I'm now the prooud owner of a brand new- referbished LCD screen Part number LP150X08 for $159 plus expidited shipping. Heche in Mexico.

Does anyone want to answer some really stupid questions?

These are basic internet questions that I probably should have picked up just by osmosis from being on AlGores intents thingy.

Things like domane registration and hosting, design how the whole thing works in a little better depth than a puddle.

You can leave a post, or hit me at kuttp-AT- wildblue-DOT_net.

I'm not sure my servers will be able to hold up under the weight of responses, but go ahead and try.

Thanks.

I was going to say something about the Lieberman purge

But I just got home and as you can see by the time stamp it's 3:30AM.
I'll need to take the 15 yr-old to her flag thing at 7:15AM then hope to get some sleep before going to work this afternoon between 5:30PM and 7:30PM.

I just hope I get another 6 loads to help with the school 'necesities'. That way I won't have to decide which bill will be shorted to buy an $80 Flag Corps uniform (and the shoes, socks and gloves that were supposed to be recycled from last year), and a couple dress uniforms for the 18 yr-olds ROTC (abortive)program.

The Whitehouse is undergoing a deluge

I was listening to a repeate of Hugh Hewits radio show last night.
He was telling of how the Anti-Israel/Pro-Hizb'allah left was flooding the White House phone, fax and e-mail about stopping Israel.

He waned his listeners to call he White House in support of Israel.
That sounded like a good idea to me, so here are some contact points for your elected critters in D.C.

I sent an e-mail to both the Whitehouse and V.P. Cheny(why not, he runs things anyway,,,,right?) thanking them for their support of Israel.

I'm fixin' to send a message to both of my Senators, and my D.C. House member. just to remind them that the vocal Left doesn't talk for all of us.

Wy don't you send them a line, too.
Just to remind them that America does stand for Right, not whatever way the wind blows.

Ok, have I got too much time on my hands?

7 minutes of play on the range.
I hope there's enough thunder and smoke for Guy this time.

I'd like to be one of the first to thank the evironmentalists

And their Liberal Democrat asslickers

Along with the spineless RINOs in D.C.

For forcing me to pay an additional FIFTY fucking CENTS a gallon.

For no damn good reason, except that those same Socialistic evironmental NAZIS forced the oil companies to stop any and all major advances in production in America.

The enironmental NAZIS (and their enablers of both parties) have ensured that we won't be able to meet our energy needs anytime in the near future. Even if we start to do something now.

The Florida delegation to D.C. doesn't want their tourists seeing wellheads from the shore, so drilling can't take place within 150 miles of shore--unless you're a CHINESE oil company. Then the environmentalists can't wrap you up in duct tape.

The Liberals have so fucked the oil companies that they haven't even seriously thought about building a new refinery in the last 30 years, and THOSE old refineries are stuck with old technology because the ENVIRONAZIS mandated that if they modernize one part of their refinery, they would be forced to modernize the entire complex to meet today's impossible standards. Not to mention the designer gas blends that they are forced to make for the most polluting markets--which happen to be in blue states (for the most part).

The Republicans are just as much to blame. Instead of forcing through a REAL energy bill that would have increased domestic production in the near future, they gave us this steaming pile of "Aternative Energy" crap.
The Demorats and their MSM lackeys hate you anyway, so tell them to go pound sand, and let the Energy companies DO SOMETHING.

AND you Libs out there, two points:

ONE- That "War for oil" is sure helping out now, isn't it?
TWO- The energy companies are going to make a profit if they sell one gallon for five dollars or five gallons for five dollars. That's called capitalism- They'd rather sell more at less because they make more in bulk.

But you Libs wouldn't understand that because you can't see past punishing success.

Looks like 'll have to get onboard the bandwaggon

The global warming bandwaggon, that is.

Facts are facts, can't argue that.

So, using my AccuWeather.com site and looking at the history, the Global Warmers win.

See back on this date in 1964 the record high was 103ºF
On this date back in 1894 it was a record low of 63ºF

Which PROOOOOVES that Global warming is real!
The fact that the sun is getting hotter won't make anyone rich, though.

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SOOooooo



. . . How do I get into trading these pollution thingies?

Some thing the Anti-Israel Media wants us to forget

If we ever knew it.

Courtesy of my friend Janet Levy.

ISRAEL AND JERUSALEM FACTS

1. ISRAEL BECAME A STATE IN 1312 B.C., TWO MILLENNIA BEFORE ISLAM;

2. ARAB REFUGEES FROM ISRAEL BEGAN CALLING THEMSELVES "PALESTINIANS" IN 1967, TWO DECADES AFTER (MODERN) ISRAELI STATEHOOD;

3. AFTER CONQUERING THE LAND IN 1272 B.C., JEWS RULED IT FOR A THOUSAND YEARS AND MAINTAINED A CONTINUOUS PRESENCE THERE FOR 3,300 YEARS;


4. THE ONLY ARAB RULE FOLLOWING CONQUEST IN 633 B.C. LASTED JUST 22 YEARS;

5. FOR OVER 3,300 YEARS, JERUSALEM WAS THE JEWISH CAPITAL. IT WAS NEVER THE CAPITAL OF ANY ARAB OR MUSLIM ENTITY. EVEN UNDER JORDANIAN RULE, (EAST) JERUSALEM WAS NOT MADE THE CAPITAL, AND NO ARAB LEADER CAME TO VISIT IT;

6. JERUSALEM IS MENTIONED OVER 700 TIMES IN THE BIBLE, BUT NOT ONCE IS IT MENTIONED IN THE QUR'AN;

7. KING DAVID FOUNDED JERUSALEM; MOHAMMED NEVER SET FOOT IN IT;

8. JEWS PRAY FACING JERUSALEM; MUSLIMS FACE MECCA. IF THEY ARE BETWEEN THE TWO CITIES, MUSLIMS PRAY FACING MECCA, WITH THEIR BACKS TO JERUSALEM;

9. IN 1948, ARAB LEADERS URGED THEIR PEOPLE TO LEAVE, PROMISING TO CLEANSE THE LAND OF JEWISH PRESENCE. 68% OF THEM FLED WITHOUT EVER SETTING EYES ON AN ISRAELI SOLDIER;

10. VIRTUALLY THE ENTIRE JEWISH POPULATION OF MUSLIM COUNTRIES HAD TO FLEE AS THE RESULT OF VIOLENCE AND POGROMS;

11. SOME 630,000 ARABS LEFT ISRAEL IN 1948, WHILE CLOSE TO A MILLION JEWS WERE FORCED TO LEAVE THE MUSLIM COUNTRIES;

12. IN SPITE OF THE VAST TERRITORIES AT THEIR DISPOSAL, ARAB REFUGESS WERE DELIBERATELY PREVENTED FROM ASSIMILATING INTO THEIR HOST COUNTRIES. OF 100 MILLION REFUGEES FOLLOWING WORLD WAR 2, THEY ARE THE ONLY GROUP TO HAVE NEVER INTEGRATED WITH THEIR CORELIGIONISTS. MOST OF THE JEWISH REFUGEES FROM EUROPE AND ARAB LANDS WERE SETTLED IN ISRAEL, A COUNTRY NO LARGER THAN NEW JERSEY;

13. THERE ARE 22 MUSLIM COUNTRIES, NOT COUNTING PALESTINE. THERE IS ONLY ONE JEWISH STATE. ARABS STARTED ALL FIVE WARS AGAINST ISRAEL, AND LOST EVERY ONE OF THEM;

14. FATAH AND HAMAS CONSTITUTIONS STILL CALL FOR THE DESTRUCTION OF ISRAEL. ISRAEL CEDED MOST OF THE WEST BANK AND ALL OF GAZA TO THE PALESTINIAN AUTHORITY, AND EVEN PROVIDED IT WITH ARMS;

15. DURING THE JORDANIAN OCCUPATION, JEWISH HOLY SITES WERE VANDALIZED AND WERE OFF LIMITS TO JEWS. UNDER ISRAELI RULE, ALL MUSLIM AND CHRISTIAN HOLY SITES ARE ACCESSIBLE TO ALL FAITHS;

16. OUT OF 175 UNITED NATIONS SECURITY COUNCIL RESOLUTIONS UP TO 1990, 97 WERE AGAINST ISRAEL; OUT OF 690 GENERAL ASSEMBLY RESOLUTIONS, 429 WERE AGAINST ISRAEL;

18. THE U.N. WAS SILENT WHEN THE JORDANIANS DESTROYED 58 SYNAGOGUES IN THE OLD CITY OF JERUSALEM. IT REMAINED SILENT WHILE JORDAN SYSTEMATICALLY DESECRATED THE ANCIENT JEWISH CEMETERY ON THE MOUNT OF OLIVES, AND IT REMAINED SILENT WHEN JORDAN ENFORCED APARTHEID LAWS PREVENTING JEWS FROM ACCESSING THE TEMPLE MOUNT AND WESTERN WALL.



H/T to Trail-mix
Via Tammy Bruce and the wall I ran into here.

I really wish people would include links, so that Libs can't accuse us of making up facts like they do , because there isn't a link to the original source.

We're getting there

I've been trying to get the cutting board (Prototype- 1) so it sits even.

I finally ended up making a router jig. Now I have a surface planer that will take a 3/4" wide cut at a time.
BUT it makes it flat and level.



How do you like my old Mesquite tree?
It's about 14" x 12" x 1¼ of end grain and edge grain wood.



Now I can start getting a catalogue for my Mesquite Stuff site.

Oh, yeah,,,,,,,,

This post from Guy reminded me.

I heard that Monica was having trouble with long term relationships...



Maybe it's because everyone knows where her mouth has been.

More things to admire about the IDF

Besides taking out the trash for the rest of the world....






The women of the IDF!

I stole this from someone on my blogroll, but can't remember who. If this was yours, let me know and I'll gladly give you the credit.

So I get in from work about 1AM

~~~~~~Removed for spousal harmony~~~~~~~~~~~

Put into storage for future use.

Look at what I found in my mailbox!

Dear KurtP,

On Tuesday, August 1, 2006, your WildBlue service was not available to you due to a
network outage that resulted from a cut of the fiber optic lines connecting your
portion of the WildBlue network. This was caused by a highway construction project
and we are taking measures to improve our network to prevent outages like this from
occurring again.

We sincerely appreciate your patience in this matter and are giving you a $5.00
credit to make up for the time you were unable to use the WildBlue service.
Depending on your billing cycle this credit will be automatically applied on this
month’s or next month’s bill. If you have any questions or concerns
please contact our customer service department at 866-945-3258.

Again, we apologize for any inconvenience this outage caused. We are doing
everything we can to make your WildBlue service experience a positive one.

Thank you for your patience,



WildBlue Customer Service


How about that? An explainaion, and a credit!
Take that AOL.


Some one either didn't get a locate, it was mis-marked, or the operator "no sabe la linia orange".
Anyway at the very least someone got a million dollar @ss-chewing if they're still employed.

A civil war in Iraq

In terms of (more) people getting killed and maimed- along with the continuing leadership fights, it's bad.

BUT,

Since the MSM and Liberal Democrats, and Comunists wordwide demand want Iran on a fast-track to a 'Full Fledged Democracy' it could be a good thing.

Lets compare the U.S. historical timeline to Iraq.

America was fighting the British on and off for about 20 years before becoming "America" - Iraq is a functioning country in what? Five years?

We were fighting our indians 'freedom fighters' until almost the 20th century; the jury is still out in Iraq, but with some well placed munitions, the Mullas and shikes instigators would stop inciting their braves.

It took about ten years to ratify and finalize our Constitution- Iraq took how many months?

Now it looks like a civil war is simmering, We took almost 100 years before ours.

Instead of being a complete failure, the Doomsayers in the MSM and their Democratic allies should be dancing in the streets that Iraq is so much farther along than say,,,,,,,,,,,Kosovo.

The difference one letter makes

I give you the difference between the "X" chromosome and the "Y".........

The ever evolving nomenclature of the MSM

During the 20th century we had a reasonably centrist media.
They stood by Liberty and Freedom during two World Wars, and were just as politically incorrect as the rest of America.
Then things began to change in the '60s.

Communism wasn't an evil dictatorship, it started to evolve into.....
an alternate civil government, almost on par with Democracy.

Lately it turns out that Communism and Socialism was actually GOOD for the people, if you disregard the Gulags, the forced confessions, the Re-Education camps(and speech control) and the killing of hundreds of millions of innocent civilians.

Lets now talk about the changing way terrorists are looked at depending on race and religion.
Timothy McVay- was an Ex-Army white guy who blew up the Murrah Building and was always called a TERRORIST.
The IRA were Irish CATHOLIC terrorists.
The Talban were started to evolve into militant islamists
Al-qaida and their street thugs in Iraq went from Anti-government Militias to Insurgents toMinute Men to freedom fighters.
Palestinians were never terrorists, they always were cloaked it the armor of "Victimhood"- and an invincible cloak that is.
Hizb'allah -which the MSM changed to Hezbollah to mask the islamic taint- has gone through the gamut of names and is now labeled as guerilla fighters.
The always handy and utilitarian "Victim" is as always, on the "Cont. + Alt +V" shortcut of every contributors PC that helps undermine the Anti-Islamo/Nazi cause.

The Liberal Legacy media- always in search of legitimating those that would imprison them all.

Is anyone else getting tired of Mel Gibson?

Everywhere I tune into I'm hearing the Mel-meme.
Get over it! There are alot of other things happening in the world.

There's a moslem guy who shot six women -one pregnant- and killed one,,,who just happened to be JEWISH.
There are Mosques in America spewing the same anti-western hatred as those in Islammo-land.

There's a nut-job in Syria that got alot of Saddams WMDs while the UN had a collective cranial-rectal inversion.
There's another waco in Iran trying to get the bomb so as to get credit for carrying out the "Final Solution".

That's alot more newsworthy than some Catholic actor running at the mouth.
Well it would be if you weren't some Anti-Semitic Liberal Hollywood adoring party flack.

Hugh Hewitt asked tonight on his radio program: 'Why is/are the media all over Mel?'
How about this:
Mel made a killing (figuratively) on his "Passion". A Bible story from a conservative Catholic, that outgrossed anything the Liberals had in their arsenal at the time.
Israel's kicking @ss in Lebanon. Friday a moslem gunned down 6 unarmed Jewish women and killed one ( that story is pretty well buried already).
They (the MSM) might want to take the light off their cheering for moslem terrorists and put it on a drunken loudmouth- who isn't trying to change world opinion.

Ok, Hugh- how many did I get right?
Do I get a cookie?

Boy, that sucked

I feel like somehow Bluewave (my broadband) was affiliated with the airline industry.

They had a problem on the east coast and I was out all day, here in Hondo. It was still out when I got back from work at 1AM.