August 26, 2007
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August 24, 2007
Jim Morrison..some hail him as a divine poet, some denounce him as the devil incarnate..I just thought he made some really cool music that spoke to a whole generation, for good or ill, it's up to the individual listener. Think what you will, but even the (C)Rap "artist" Snoop Dog thought it was worth a remix:
I hate to admit I like it, but that beat just gets to you....
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I was a soldier a few years after this song was at it's height, but even though it was supposed to be an anti-war protest song, I still felt it was a tribute to the sacrifices of the soldier in a roundabout way..or maybe I just had had too large a toke on the pipe? It still moves me that way.
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I can remember playing this song over and over again in my barracks room; it fit my homesick mood at the time.
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And last but not least, the ONLY song my dad and I ever agreed on as being worthy of airplay:
And just for fun:
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August 18, 2007
One year ago I smoked my (hopefully) last cigarette...from a three pack a day habit to zero----cold turkey. I STILL want one, and like any addict, it's one day at a time, but I hope I can keep the streak going for the rest of my time on this ball of mud.
The REASON I quit on that day last year was because I was going in for my second open heart procedure the next day. I was scared and I vowed that if I made it through this episode, I wouldn't waste whatever extra time the surgeons could gain for me by continuing such a stupid bad habit.
Third and certainly NOT least, it was at approximately 1830 hrs on the 17th of August, 2006 that I finally got my first glimpse of Beth*A. She had taken leave time that she had not yet earned from her job just to be there to support me in whatever way she could through the surgury and the recovery afterward.
Beth has been the angel in my life ever since.

And to all my Internet friends:
from an old vet that doesn't deserve it, but will be forever greatful for the friendship every one of you has shown me the last three years.
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August 15, 2007

I had promised some friends a while back to post a pic of my little honey.
I haven't been able to get any good pics to download from my camera, but I did find this one on Google Pics, and it looks EXACTLY like my baby, except that I have some custom pinstriping. Everything else is a comeplete match.
She's a 2000 Honda Goldwing GL1500SE. A real Winabago of bikes, I know, but just the thing for an old geezer like me who values creature comforts over off the line speed.
Oh ,and Darth, NO it DOESN'T come equipped with a popcorn popper and a smoothy maker....maybe I'll have to look into that....
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August 14, 2007
You're Not A Cop Until You Taste Them:
The department was all astir, there was a lot of laughing and joking due to all the new officers, myself included, hitting the streets today for the first time. After months of seemingly endless amounts of classes, paperwork, and lectures we were finally done with the Police Academy and ready to join the ranks of our department.
All you could see were rows of cadets with huge smiles and polished badges. As we sat in the briefing room, we could barely sit still anxiously awaiting our turn to be introduced and given our beat assignment or, for the lay person, our own portion of the city to "serve and protect."
It was then that he walked in. A statue of a man - 6 foot 3 and 230 pounds of solid muscle, he had black hair with highlights of gray and steely eyes that make you feel nervous even when he wasn't looking at you. He had a reputation for being the biggest and the smartest officer to ever work our fair city. He had been on the department for longer than anyone could remember and those years of service had made him into somewhat of a legend.
The new guys, or "rookies" as he called us, both respected and feared him. When he spoke even, the most seasoned officers paid attention. It was almost a privilege when one the rookies got to be around when he would tell one of his police stories about the old days. But we knew our place and never interrupted for fear of being shooed away. He was respected and revered by all who knew him.
After my first year on the department I still had never heard or saw him speak to any of the rookies for any length of time. When he did speak to them all he would say was, "So, you want to be a policeman do you hero? I'll tell you what, when you can tell me what they taste like, then you can call yourself a real policeman."
This particular phrase I had heard dozens of times. Me and my buddies all had bets about "what they taste like" actually referred to. Some believed it referred to the taste of your own blood after a hard fight. Others thought it referred to the taste of sweat after a long day's work. Being on the department for a year, I thought I knew just about everyone and everything.
So one afternoon, I mustered up the courage and walked up to him. When he looked down at me, I said, "You know, I think I've paid my dues. I've been in plenty of fights, made dozens of arrests, and sweated my butt off just like everyone else. So what does that little saying of yours mean anyway?"
With that, he merely stated, "Well, seeing as how you've said and done it all, you tell me what it means, hero" When I had no answer, he shook his head and snickered, "rookies," and walked away.
The next evening was to be the worst one to date. The night started out slow, but as the evening wore on, the calls became more frequent and dangerous. I made several small arrests and then had a real knock down drag out fight. However, I was able to make the arrest without hurting the suspect or myself. After that, I was looking forward to just letting the shift wind down and getting home to my wife and daughter.
I had just glanced at my watch and it was 11:55, five more minutes and I would be on my way to the house. I don't know if it was fatigue or just my imagination, but as I drove down one of the streets on my beat, I thought I saw my daughter standing on someone else's porch. I looked again but it was not my daughter as I had first thought but merely a small child about her age. She was probably only six or seven years old and dressed in an oversized shirt that hung to her feet. She was clutching an old rag doll in her arms that looked older than me.
I immediately stopped my patrol car to see what she was doing outside her house at such an hour by herself. When I approached, there seemed to be a sigh of relief on her face. I had to laugh to myself, thinking she sees the hero policeman come to save the day I knelt at her side and asked what she was doing outside.
She said "My mommy and daddy just had a really big fight and now mommy won't wake up." My mind was reeling. Now what do I do? I instantly called for backup and ran to the nearest window. As I looked inside I saw a man standing over a lady with his hands covered in blood, her blood. I kicked open the door, pushed the man aside and checked for a pulse, but unable to find one. I immediately cuffed the man and began doing CPR on the lady.
It was then I heard a small voice from behind me, "Mr. Policeman, please make my mommy wake up." I continued to perform CPR until my backup and medics arrived but they said it was too late. She was dead. I then looked at the man. He said, "I don't know what happened. She was yelling at me to stop drinking and go get a job and I had just had enough. I just shoved her so she would leave me alone and she fell and hit her head." As I walked the man out to the car in handcuffs, I again saw that little girl. In the five minutes that has passed, I went from hero to monster. Not only was I unable to wake up her mommy, but now I was taking daddy away too.
Before I left the scene, I thought I would talk to the little girl. To say what, I don't know. Maybe just to tell her I was sorry about her mommy and daddy. But as I approached, she turned away and I knew it was useless and I would probably make it worse.
As I sat in the locker room at the station, I kept replaying the whole thing in my mind. Maybe if I would have been faster or done something different, just maybe that little girl would still have her mother. And even though it may sound selfish, I would still be the hero.
It was then that I felt a large hand on my shoulder. I heard that all too familiar question again, "Well, hero, what do they taste like?"
But before I could get mad or shout some sarcastic remark, I realized that all the pent up emotions had flooded the surface and there was a steady stream of tears cascading down my face. It was at that moment that I realized what the answer to his question was.
Tears.
With that, he began to walk away, but he stopped. "You know, there was nothing you could have done differently," he said. "Sometimes you can do everything right and still the outcome is the same. You may not be the hero you once thought you were, but now you ARE a police officer."
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DEEP-FRIED RATTLESNAKE
1 medium-sized rattlesnake (3-4 lbs.), cut into steaks
1/2 cup flour
1/4 cup cornmeal
1/4 cup cracker crumbs
1/2 cup milk
1 egg
1/4 teaspoon garlic powder (not garlic salt)
1 teaspoon salt
Dash pepper
Mix dry ingredients. Whisk milk into beaten egg and use to dip snake steaks.
Then coat them with dry ingredients. Fry, uncovered, in 400 degree oil until brown.
Anyone know where I can get some Rattlesnake meat around here in Indy to try it out for myself?
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This is one the best explainations of the differences between Christianity and RADICAL Islam; the most important idea brought out from the interview and the ensuing comments is (as usual, emph. mine. D):
"Read the whole New Testament and you wonÂ’t find any justification for the Crusades, the witch-hunts and the Inquisition. Westerners deviated from Biblical Christianity when our ancestors did these things. On the other hand, when muslims engage in jihad, they are not deviating from their religion, but are acting according to it." (
Another point brought out in discussion in the comments was that the Crusades were the result of a (long delayed) response of Muslim Jihad:
"We canÂ’t even include the Crusades in this, as it was a response to 300 years of jihad by muslims in Jerusalem & other parts of the territory.
It may not be specifically sanctioned by the New Testament, but fighting oppression by muslims was vital to protect the Christians and Jews in the region.
That needs to be kept in mindÂ…that and 350 years of the Inquisition killed fewer than 4 years of attacks today, or 500 years of Moghul rule."
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April 28, 2007
> Dear God:
>
> Why didn't you save the school children at ?. ..
>
> Moses Lake, Washington 2/2/96
> Bethel, Alaska 2/19/97
> Pearl, Mississippi 10/1/97
> West Paducah, Kentucky 12/1/97
> Stamp, Arkansas 12/15/97
> Jonesboro, Arkansas 3/24/98
> Edinboro, Pennsylvania 4/24/98
> Fayetteville, Tennessee 5/19/98
> Springfield, Oregon 5/21/98
> Richmond, Virginia 6/15/98
> Littleton, Colorado 4/20/99
> Taber, Alberta, Canada 5/28/99
> Conyers, Georgia 5/20/99
> Deming, New Mexico 11/19/99
> Fort Gibson, Oklahoma 12/6/99
> Santee, California 3/ 5/01
> El Cajon, California 3/22/01 and
> Blacksburg, VA 4/16/07
>
> Sincerely,
>
> Concerned Student
>
> -----------------------------------------------------
>
> Reply:
>
> Dear Concerned Student:
> Sorry,
>
> I am not allowed in schools.
>
> Sincerely,
>
> God
>
> ----------------------------------------------------------
>
> How did this get started?...
>
> -----------------
>
> Let's see,
> I think it started when Madeline Murray O'Hare complained
> She didn't want any prayer in our schools.
>
> And we said, OK.
>
> ------------------
>
> Then, someone said you better not:
>
> Read the Bible in school;
> the Bible that says
> "thou shalt not kill,
> Thou shalt not steal,
> And love your neighbors as yourself,"
>
> And we said, OK...
>
> -----------------
>
> Dr. Benjamin Spock said
> We shouldn't spank our children
> When they misbehaved
> Because their little personalities
> Would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem.
>
> And we said,
> An expert should know what he's talking about
> So we won't spank them anymore..
>
> ------------------
>
> Then someone said
> Teachers and principals better not
> Discipline our children when they misbehave.
> And the school administrators said
> No faculty member in this school
> Better touch a student when they misbehave
> Because we don't want any bad publicity,
> And we surely don't want to be sued.
>
> And we accepted their reasoning...
>
> ------------------
>
> Then someone said,
> let's let our daughters have abortions if they want,
> And they won't even have to tell their parents.
>
> And we said, that's a grand idea.
>
> ------------------
>
> Then some wise school board member said,
> Since boys will be boys
> And they're going to do it anyway,
> let's give our sons all the condoms they want,
> So they can have all the fun they desire,
> And we won't have to tell their parents they got them at school.
>
> And we said, that's another great idea...
>
> ------------------
>
> Then some of our top elected officials said
> It doesn't matter what we do in private as long as we do our jobs.
>
> And we said,
> It doesn't matter what anybody, including the President,
> Does in private as long as we have jobs and the economy is good....
>
> ------------------
>
> And someone else took that appreciation a step further
> And published pictures of nude children
> And then stepped further still by
> Making them available on the Internet.
>
> And we said, everyone's entitled to free speech....
>
> ------------------
>
> And the entertainment industry said,
> let's make TV shows and movies that promote
> Profanity, violence and illicit sex...
> And let's record music that encourages
> Rape, drugs, murder, suicide, and satanic themes...
>
> And we said,
> it's just entertainment
> And it has no adverse effect
> And nobody takes it seriously anyway,
> So go right ahead.
>
> ------------------
>
> Now we're asking ourselves
> Why our children have no conscience,
> Why they don't know right from wrong,
> And why it doesn't bother them to
> Kill strangers, classmates or even themselves.
>
> ------------------
>
> Undoubtedly,
> If we thought about it long and hard enough,
> We could figure it out.
> I'm sure it has a great deal to do with...
>
> "WE REAP WHAT WE SOW"
>
> ------------------
>
> Pass it on
> If you think it has merit!
> If not then just discard it...
> But if you discard this thought process,
> Then don't you dare sit back and complain about
> What bad shape this country is in!!
>
>
>
>
> Why is it our children can not read a Bible in school, but can in
>Prison.
H/T to Wayne
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April 24, 2007
But if you really listen to his views in this interview, I hope that you too will come to agree with me that Mr. Thompson should lead the ticket for the Republican party in '08:
I especially like his response on what he would do vis a vis Iraq, ie, continuing to do as President Bush has done and maintaining the current military actions, even though it may be a politically unpopular decision.
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As Mr. Hollrah states at the end, I believe that when all is said and done, the Leftists/Democrats will have a lot to answer for when this conflict is finally resolved.
H/T to the Milblogs Archive more...
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April 15, 2007
My take on it?:
"Any citizen of the United States, wherever he may be, who, without authority of the United States, directly or indirectly commences or carries on any correspondence or intercourse with any foreign government or any officer or agent thereof, with intent to influence the measures or conduct of any foreign government or of any officer or agent thereof, in relation to any disputes or controversies with the United States, or to defeat the measures of the United States, shall be fined under this title or imprisoned not more than three years, or both." (emph. mine)
"This section shall not abridge the right of a citizen to apply, himself or his agent, to any foreign government or the agents thereof for redress of any injury which he may have sustained from such government or any of its agents or subjects."
The Logan Act --- USE IT President Bush!
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That voice is forever stilled. R.I.P Don Ho

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An Internet poll of nearly 100,000 people sponsored by NewsMax.com reveals that Americans are overwhelmingly in favor of Fred Thompson running for president in 2008.
The poll also disclosed that the former senator from Tennessee and “Law & Order” star would trounce all leading Republican candidates in a primary.
Considering that Thompson has not even announced that he would run for the Presidency,The results are somewhat surprising. The good news (to me, and apparently many others) is that he has begun assembling the core of a campaign team in preparation for a possible run.
Here are the poll questions and results:
1) What is your overall opinion of Fred Thompson?
Favorable: 94 percent
Unfavorable: 2 percent
No Opinion: 4 percent
2) Is Fred Thompson your candidate for president in 2008?
Yes: 77 percent
No: 23 percent
3) In the following field, who is your 2008 candidate?
John McCain: 1.66 percent
Condi Rice: 2.64 percent
Mike Huckabee: .99 percent (WHO??)
Mitt Romney: 4.14 percent
Rudy Giuliani: 7.53 percent
Fred Thompson: 62.54 percent
Tom Tancredo: 2.78 percent
Ron Paul: 1.25 percent (double:WHO?)
Newt Gingrich: 12.25 percent
Duncan Hunter: 1.23 percent
Sam Brownback: .97 percent
Other: 1.99 percent
4) In a Republican primary of the following, who would you vote for?
Rudy Giuliani: 7 percent
John McCain: 2 percent
Newt Gingrich: 13 percent
Fred Thompson: 78 percent
5) If the 2008 President race was between Fred Thompson & Hillary Clinton, who would you vote for?
Fred Thompson: 98.7 percent
Hillary Clinton: 1.3 percent
(WHEW! If this ratio would hold true in the election; talk about a MANDATE!!)
For me, the dream ticket would be Thompson/Tancredo, what about you?
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April 02, 2007
In all other respects, I thought that the prank was masterfully done; indeed he managed to garner support from the Moonbat community in defense of his (supposed) views, which is equivilent to the chickens protecting Col. Sanders, and truly fun to watch.
I understand WHY Misha did it, to make his prank as authentic as possible, and I believe it was probably extremely difficult for him to put those words onto his cyber-paper, indeed, he stated in the comments of the reveal post of the prank that that action caused him to want to "bathe in acid to get the slime off".
And THAT is where my anger comes about...it's bad enough that there are those Moonbats honestly stoopid enough to espouse such garbage views...but to put them out in cyberspace in contradiction of every view you truly hold dear, for the furtherance of a prank.....I'm sorry Misha, but that "slimy feeling" you felt was deserved. In one sense, you were using the troops every bit as badly as Cindy Sheet-han did when she put up her "graveyard of the fallen' in Crawford; from a Moonbat, you expect it, but from YOU; it's a far drop indeed.
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February 20, 2007
GuyK and his VERY Sweet Thing took BethA and I on a tour of some of the local sights yesterday, including the ruins of an old cane sugar mill that predated the Civil War; hopefully my photobucket will co-operate with me when I get home and I'll be able to post some pics of the tour tomorrow.
We stopped at a restaurant in Homosassa Springs and I had the chance to try alligator tail for the first time and let me tell you, that was an experience I'd like to repeat at the earliest opportunity, it was so good, it makes you want to slap your momma.
We went to a local tourist trap to get some relics of our trip for those left behind in the snow; I hope they like my choices.
We never did get an opportunity to wet a line, as Guy allowed that it was too cold and windy for any chance of success....I never thought of 57 degrees as cold, but he knows the fish here.
BethA and I are boarding on the friendly skies this afternoon and winging back to the snowbound environs of Indianapolis; it may be home, but I have to admit that the prospect of getting back in the cold is a bit daunting to me, only three days and my blood has already thinned LOL.
I need to go make sure the bags are packed with all our loot and stowed in Guy's red Ram for the trip to Tampa International; maybe there'll be time to wet a line enroute....or maybe see some interesting local sites that'll be blog-pic fodder. Ya'll come back, heah.
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February 19, 2007
It's been too damned long since I had the muse hit me to post, and I apologize to ya'll, but being at TampaFest has gotten the juices going and the interest tweaked.
Beth A and I had quite an adventure just getting here, and there were several times that I had the feeling that the blog gods were angry with me for lack of posting and were putting the kibosh on trying to associate with those that were more consistent with their submissions on the blog altar.
Suffice it to say that they relented in the end and we finally arrived at the location where the Empire was strong in force.
I proceeded to try to make up for the last 6 months of sobriety in the shortest time possible and halfway succeeded in that goal.....at least I was far enough gone to inflict my voice in (attempted) song with LC Cheapshots' Karaoke program, much to the pain of everyone within a two mile radius. I was then informed of the pleasures of a midnight dip in the pool (self preservation of their eardrums perhaps?)followed by a very nice session in the hot tub with my best friend and Radical Redneck.
Due to the circumstances that delayed our initial flight to this delightful locale, BethA and I had to extend our visit by one day beyond the extent of the lease on the temporary Rottweiler headquarters and we were wondering where we would spend that extra time after the rest of the contingent had dispersed to their various outposts when GuyK and his Sweet Thing came to the rescue with an offer to put up at their domicile and the possibility of a little shrimp drowning session in Tampa Bay, weather permitting. BethA and I wanted to treat Guy and Penny to a good dinner, and he's right; Penny IS a cheap date, she wanted to go to Pizza Hut instead of anything fancy....great time to eat good Pizza in the company of good friends.
Well, I am informed it's time to try to drown some shrimp and try to outdo some tourist trap operators on the cost of their unique wares to get some souvenirs for those family members that we left pining away in the cold snows of Indiana. I'll try to put up something more a little later. As GuyK says "ya'll come back, heah?"
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Sure hope they beat the Chicago Bears!
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December 31, 2006



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December 29, 2006

Ding Dong, the wicked witch asshole is dead.
Saddam Hussein attained room temperature at 0600 local Iraqi time by having his neck stretched by a short rope and a long drop...far too easy an end for such a brutal man, but at least a definative end.
I, for one, celebrate the removal of a piece of pond scum that masqueraded as a man, but the apologists and moral equivilests are already hard at work trying to turn it around to make it seem as if those of us that opposed the Islamofacist trash that was Saddam Hussein are the perpetrators of evil.
Mr. Hanania, I find that in some ways you are even MORE reprehensible than Saddam. At least HE was an honestly evil man, but YOU are much more insidious, and in that respect, even more dangerous.
Rope, Tree, Islamofacist Facilitator....some assembly required.
F.E.T.E.
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