Another nasty day of howling wind, and flooded earth! Got the day off. The asphalt plants aren't running today, so what's the use?

I'm bored and the gals are gettin restless. I can always entertain them with a hand towel. They love a good Tug of War!

Chew On This

But please don't chew on this..........Dayammmm!!!!!!!!

My Trailer Trash Haven
The guy who had this trailer before me was into glass and mirrors. It has that 70's throw back look to it. They were my favorite years anyway.
I put my recliner in the back bedroom and set up my Bayou Fitness Total Trainer in it's place. So, from now on when I'm watching TV....my ass better be moving!

Shot from the kitchen through the living room , right on through my bedroom to my bathroom. Notice the double doors to the bedroom. I always joke that's so I can get those wide load women in there. Not!
Backdoor from the kitchen with my mirrored doggie shrine.

Close up of the doggie shrine. It's their world. I just live in it!

From Riches to Rags and WTF?

Once upon a time I lived here with a Magical Princess. But was banished back to "Trailer Trashville".
I was the lucky owner of this mobile home about one month before this tree landed on it.
Hauled that badboy off. Cut every damn tree down, and hauled this one in. I doubt this will be "Happily ever After", but it's as close as I can get for now.

Flickr Photos hurricane charlie damage

Redneck Living Large

It's a Redneck Thang! Beer, Mud, and Some David Allen Coe.

That's one of my buddies (Tony) and his Mud Racing Truck (Poor White Trash) above with some guy and his butt crack in the background~!LOL

He's pushing close to 600 horsepower in a Chevy 400 small block.

Tony lives for this shit!

I like my shit clean. This ain't my cup of tea! I don't know who's truck that was, but don't even ask me to clean that bitch. Sometimes Tony let's the mud dry on his truck. I like to stick empty beer cans to the mud on the side of the truck. I stuck some up under the fenderwells and they were still there when he got home.

OK.......I like my women Dirty! I could clean on that for a while! LOL

Damn......this makes Mud Racing almost bearable!

Now I Lay Me Down To Cheat!

Who'd a thunk it?


I put my left over (still glowing) charcoal on this old pine stump in my backyard.

I come back an hour later and it looks like the eternal flame.



That's cause that old pine stump is half rotten and half fat lighter.

ms.mamma turned me on to this

You are The Lovers

Motive, power, and action, arising from Inspiration and Impulse.

The Lovers represents intuition and inspiration. Very often a choice needs to be made.

Originally, this card was called just LOVE. And that's actually more apt than "Lovers." Love follows in this sequence of growth and maturity. And, coming after the Emperor, who is about control, it is a radical change in perspective. LOVE is a force that makes you choose and decide for reasons you often can't understand; it makes you surrender control to a higher power. And that is what this card is all about. Finding something or someone who is so much a part of yourself, so perfectly attuned to you and you to them, that you cannot, dare not resist. This card indicates that the you have or will come across a person, career, challenge or thing that you will fall in love with. You will know instinctively that you must have this, even if it means diverging from your chosen path. No matter the difficulties, without it you will never be complete.

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Here is a story about a dumb ass!

I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it. The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that since they congregated at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away) that it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home.

I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The cattle, who had seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it. After about 20 minutes my deer showed up - 3 of them. I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me. I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold. The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation. I took a step towards it....it took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope and received an education.

The first thing that I learned is that while a deer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope. That deer EXPLODED.

The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range I could fight down with a rope with some dignity. A deer, no chance. That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no controlling it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me off my feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I originally imagined.

The only up side is that they do not have as much stamina as many animals. A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this, since I was mostly blinded by the blood flowing out of the big gash in my head.

At that point I had lost my taste for corn fed venison. I just wanted to get that devil creature off the end of that rope. I figured if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die slow and painfully somewhere. At the time, there was no love at all between me and that deer. At that moment, I hated the thing and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual. Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer's momentum by bracing my head against various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in, so I didn't want the deer to have to suffer a slow death. I managed to get it lined up to back in between my truck and the feeder - a little trap I had set beforehand - Kind of like a squeeze chute. I got it to back in there and started moving up so I could get my rope back.

Did you know that deer bite? They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would bite somebody so I was very surprised when I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist. Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they just bite you and then let go. A deer bites you and shakes its head - almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts. The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective. It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes, but it was likely only several seconds. I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now) tricked it. While I kept it busy tearing the bejesus out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that rope loose.

That was when I got my final lesson in deer behavior for the day. Deer will strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up on their back feet and strike right about head and shoulder level, and their hooves are surprisingly sharp. I learned a long time ago that when an animal like a horse strikes at you with their hooves and you can't get away easily, the best thing to do is try to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you can escape. This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously such trickery would not work. In the course of a millisecond, I devised a different strategy. I screamed like woman and tried to turn and run. The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse that paws at you is that there is a good chance that it will hit you in the back of the head. Deer may not be so different from horses after all, besides being twice as strong and three times as evil, because the second I turned to run, it hit me right in the back of the head and knocked me down.

Now when a deer paws at you and knocks you down it does not immediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while you are laying there crying like a little girl and covering your head. I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away.

Now for the local legend. I was pretty beat up. My scalp was split open, I had several large goose eggs, my wrist was bleeding pretty good and felt broken (it turned out to be just badly bruised) and my back was bleeding in a few places, though my insulated canvas jacket had protected me from most of the worst of it. I drove to the nearest place, which was the co-op. I got out of the truck, covered in blood and dust and looking like hell. The guy who ran the place saw me through the window and came running out yelling, "What happened?" I have never seen any law in the state of Kansas that would prohibit an individual from roping a deer. I suspect that this is an area that they have overlooked entirely. Knowing, as I do, the lengths to which law enforcement personnel will go to exercise their power, I was concerned that they may find a way to twist the existing laws to paint my actions as criminal. I swear...not wanting to admit that I had done something monumentally stupid played no part in my response. I told him, "I was attacked by a deer." I did not mention that at the time I had a rope on it. The evidence was all over my body. Deer prints on the back of my jacket where it had stomped all over me and a large deer print on my face where it had struck me there. I asked him to call somebody to come get me. I didn't think I could make it home on my own.

Later that afternoon, a game warden showed up at my house and wanted to know about the deer attack. Surprisingly, deer attacks are a rare thing and wildlife and parks was interested in the event. I tried to describe the attack as completely and accurately as I could. I was filling the grain hopper and this deer came out of nowhere and just started kicking the hell out of me and BIT me. It was obviously rabid or insane or something.

EVERYBODY for miles around knows about the deer attack (the guy at the co-op has a big mouth). For several weeks, people dragged their kids in the house when they saw deer around and the local ranchers carried rifles when they filled their feeders. I have told several people the story, but NEVER anybody around here. I have to see these people every day and as an outsider - a "city folk" - I have enough trouble fitting in without them snickering behind my back and whispering "there is the dumb ass that tried to rope the deer."

A Marine response


Apparently, a Marine operating in al Anbar Province saw a Media Report critical of Marines. I did not see the media criticism, but would note that the attempt to undermine Marines in combat may have been shoved to the rear by the
outrage....permanent outrage, I might add....over the botched executions of torturers, rapists and mass murderers. The media in action....leaving no stone unturned in the pursuit of political objectives.

In any event, the unidentified Marine has produced an eminently readable response. He forgot to mention that what they are doing mirrors what was done in the Pacific during WW II and for the same reasons.

In response to the news blurb about the Marine who put two rounds in a wounded insurgent's head in Fallujah, he took the time to write the story below. His views deserve wide circulation.

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It's a safety issue pure and simple. After assaulting through a target, we put a security round in everybody's head. Sorry al-Reuters, there's no paddy wagon rolling around Fallujah picking up"prisoners" and offering them a hot cup a joe,falafel, and a blanket. There's no time to dick around on the target. You clear the space, dump the chumps, and moveon.org.

Are Corpsman expected to treat wounded terrorists? Negative. Hey libs, worried about the defense budget? Well, it would be waste, fraud, and abuse for a Corpsman to expend one man-minute or a battle dressing on a terrorist. Its much cheaper to just spend the $.02 on a 5.56mm FMJ.

By the way, in our view, terrorists who chop off civilian's heads are not prisoners, they are carcasses. Chopping off a civilian's head is another reason why these idiots are known as "unlawful combatants." It seems that most of the world's journalists have forgotten that fact.

Let me be very clear about this issue. I have looked around the web, and many people get this concept, but there are some stragglers. Here is your situation Marine: You just took fire from unlawful combatants(no uniform - breaking every Geneva Convention rule there is) shooting from a religious building attempting to use the sanctuary status of their position as protection. But you're in Fallujah now, and the Marine Corps has decided that they're not playing that game this time. That was Najaf. So you set the mosque on fire and you hose down the terrorists with small arms, launch some AT-4s (Rockets), some 40MM grenades into the building and things quiet down. So you run over there, and find some tangos (bad guys) wounded and pretending to be dead. You are aware that suicide martyrdom is like really popular with these idiots, and they think taking some Marines with them would be really cool. So you can either risk your life and your fire team's lives by having them cover you while you bend down and search a guy that you think is pretending to be dead for some reason. Most of the time these are the guys with the grenade or vest made of explosives.

Also, you don't know who or what is in the next room. You're already speaking English to the rest of your fire team or squad which lets the terrorist know you are there and you are his enemy. You are speaking loud because your hearing is poor from shooting people for several days. So you know that there are many other rooms to enter, and that if anyone is still alive in those rooms, they know that Americans are in the mosque. Meanwhile (3 seconds later), you still have this terrorist (that was just shooting at you from a mosque) playing possum. What do you do? You double tap his head, and you go to the next room, that's what!!!

What about the Geneva Convention and all that Law of Land Warfare stuff?

What about it. Without even addressing the issues at hand, your first thought should be, "I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6."

Bear in mind that this tactic of double tapping a fallen terrorist is a perpetual mindset that is reinforced by experience on a minute by minute basis. Secondly, you are fighting an unlawful combatant in a Sanctuary, which is a double No-No on his part. Third, tactically you are in no position to take "prisoners" because there are more rooms to search and clear, and the behavior of said terrorist indicates that he is up to no good. No good in Fallujah is a very large place and the low end of no good and the high end of no good are fundamentally the same . Marines end up getting hurt or die. So there is no compelling reason for you to do anything but double tap this idiot and get on with the mission.

If you are a veteran, then everything I have just written is self evident. If you are not a veteran, then at least try to put yourself in the situation. Remember, in Fallujah there is no yesterday, there is no tomorrow, there is only now. Right the hell NOW. Have you ever lived in NOW for a week? It is really, really not easy. If you have never lived in NOW for longer than it takes to finish the big roller coaster at Six Flags, then shut your hole about putting Marines in jail for "War Crimes."

Yard Buzzard

This little meme is for Ms.mamma.

1. What's your #1 comfort food?... Chicken & it don't make a damn how you cook it!


2. If you were on a deserted island, what one food would you want to have with you? There better be plenty of yard buzzard runnin around or I'm gonna be eatin some serious parrot ass.

3. What is/are your signature dishes? I'm a no cookin bitch. Hmmmmmmm.....I know..... the easiest thing in the world to cook! You got it....it comes out a chickens ass. I can whip up a mean batch of scrambled eggs.


4. It's Friday night, you don't know what to cook. Damn it girl.....it's Friday night?...you can bet your sweet ass I won't be cooking........what restaurant would you like to go to?......Hell yes I'm buyin. They have killer Margaritas at the Texas Roadhouse!


5. What's your biggest weakness when it comes to food? The more cholestrol it has,the better I like it.Pass the fried chicken and mashed taters.


6. What food can you absolutely not eat? Pig's feet,pickled eggs,brains........but you let me go without food for a week and I'll eat the wooden legs off a hobby horse!


7. You need a drink. I'll grab an ice cold bottle of Miller lite......and a couple of shots of Hosea Quervo always helps.


8. What's the most decadent dish you've had? Now you've done it. You had to make a dumbass redneck look up the word "decadent". "Marked by decay or decline" I guess that would be anything left in my fridge that's a week or two old? Now if you mean unusual.....that would be grilled black bear,fried rattlesnake,frog legs,alligator, etc.


9. What's your favorite type of food? This is gettin redundant ain't it? Chicken damn it!


10. Favorite dish? Damn.....see number nine! I'll eat a ribeye when I get burnt out on chicken.


11. If your partner could take you to any restaurant you wanted, which one would it be? Rucker Johns sounds good to me, or hell.....we could just go to Chic Fillet for all I care. I'm not that picky.


12. Are you a soup or salad person? Is boiled chicken and rice a soup? OK sign me up for soup. See number 16 also.


13. Buffet, take-out or sit-down restaurant? I don't like waiting when I'm hungry. I want my food and I want it now! So buffets appeal to me in that sense. The older I get, the more I see the need to keep my old fat ass away from them. So , I prefer a restaurant that is known for super fast service, or even a cafeteria style where you get only one plate!


14. What's the most impressive dinner you've ever made? Impressive? yeah right! I like to cook outside if forced to cook. I can grill steaks, and make some pretty good BBQ chicken if I have too! I can steam the hell out of some oysters!


15. Do you consider yourself a good cook? Ask my dogs? I cook more for them than I do myself. I'll throw a Lean Cusine in the microwave if I don't have time to go out and eat. I've eaten a couple cans of sardines this past week. Must be needin some fish in the diet?


16. Do you know what vichyssoise is? Damn.....now I got to google this shit? Hey......it has chicken in it.......sounds good!


17. Who's your favorite TV cook? Emeril Lagasse is the only one that comes to mind, but only because of his personality. I don't watch the food network dammit.


18. Can you name at least three TV cooking personalities? Shit....see number 17!


19. Homemade or homemade from a box? Homemade if someone else is cooking it for me. I won't be cooking if I can help it!

20. Name 3 or more other foodies you are going to tag. Maybe, I'll send this out on my email list? Just doin it at Ms.mammas request for now.

300 DICKHEADS?

Ode to Anna and others like her

Mon ami la rose

Capucine / Françoise Hardy: The Rose

A Groovy Kind Of Love

I was YouTubing again and came across some great vids I want to save here to look at later!

I love this little French Bull Puppy with the cat and music by Phill Collins "A Groovy Kind Of Love". That song just makes the video so cool. I think it should be MTV worthy.

OK....I was searching for French Bull Dog clips when I came across that one. Now here are some more of them.

French bulldog walk in the park

French bulldog and hedgehog

The Misadventures of Joey Squatternutbosh

Bulldog

When French Bulldogs Attack

French Bulldog Death Yodel!

And of course my old doggie favorites

My only claim to fame!

Enjoy!

I was 36 when I entered my first "King of The Ring Competition" at a local bar. 170 pounds was the lowest weight division and I made it easily back then. You only had to fight one guy on the first night. We wore boxing gloves and headgear. My opponent that night didn't seem to have much boxing experience and he just quit on me from the frustration of not being able to land a glove on me, not to mention getting his face peppered. I wouldn't have hurt him for the world.
I had to fight 3 guys on the second and final night. You fight till you lose. Luckily I won every decision. Only took home $200.00, but it sure was a confidence booster. I had watched those guys fight the night before and I knew they were at my skill level or better.

Well...about a year later...cocky me.....decides to enter another local competition for a slightly bigger purse. $1000.00 this time. I had to weigh in at 165 pounds which was a little harder. Then to my surprise....I found out that there was no headgear used for this match.

Started out just like my first competition. Got an inexperienced fighter for the first match. I could tell the guy was tough and he was probably a very good wrestler, but he was in the wrong match that night. He took a lot of punishment and he didn't quit. He could have probably beat me if we were wrestling. He bruised my arms up pretty good with his toughman style.

I watched all the other fights and realized I would be in for some serious leather slinging the second night.

I step into the ring with my opponent on the second night. Then all of a sudden I'm sitting ringside with my Dad watching the fight. I looked at Dad and said "Dad, when am I supposed to fight?". Dad said" Son.....you already fought! ..Don't you remember getting knocked out?"

I didn't even remember getting knocked out. That guy hit me so hard, it was really like the saying "I'll hit you so hard I'll knock you into next week". He knocked me into some kind of time warp.

Luckily for my ego.......that guy continued on and won the $1000.00 purse easily and I could say that at least I got knocked out by the guy who won it.I really think I needed that butt whipping. It helped humble me a little.

I woke up the next morning throwing up, splitting headache, and having dizzy spells. I think he gave me a concussion. Stayed out of work a few days too. You would think that would be the end of my toughman adventures, but hell no......I tried it again the very next year.

My goal this time...was ...."not to get knocked out". My very first fight was with the NC state middle weight champ in Kickboxing. Luckily for me.....he couldn't use his feet. We were matched perfectly with our hands and I just happened to get the best of him for a split decision.

Then on the second night....I lost a very close decision to another good fighter. So....beating the NC state middleweight kickboxing champ in a boxing match is my only claim to fame.

Now let me tell you why I quit entering those competitions. ....Shortly after that, I went to another competition just to watch. I had found out about it to late to enter and it was out of town.

I watched several fights and there was this guy in the heavyweight division that really stood out above the rest. His skill level was borderline professional. Let's call him the "Pro" for easy reference

He was entered into a fight with a very tough guy whose only credentials to toughness was that he was a "Tri-athlete" with minimal boxing skills.

The Pro was beating this guy like he owned him. The poor guy was out on his feet and the referee gave him a standing eight count. The Pro was told to go to his neutral corner which he did. I don't know why the ref didn't realize the athlete was out on his feet, but he said "fight"! .....The Pro ran full steam out of his corner and hit the guy so hard that it knocked him over the ropes.

They dragged the guy back in and revived him. He stayed and watched all the rest of the fights, just like I did after getting knocked out.

The guy goes home and wakes up the next morning with a splitting headache just like I did. But......He loses consciousness and is pronounced dead before he reaches the hospital. I can't even describe how bad I ached for this guy. He was just a cocky young man like myself, who was trying to find out something about his inner self in that ring all alone.

I know it was a freak accident, but I can't help but think that the referee and the Pro played a big part in this guys death. The referee for not recognizing the guy was out on his feet, and the Pro for wanting to beat this guy so unmercifully. The heat and passion of the moment makes us all make bad mistakes. The bloodlust of the crowd played a part and sadly I played a part in it too. I was there to see someone get their ass kicked! I was just as guilty as any one of them.

I saw no more glory in boxing after that event.


duh...duh..duhh...dats all folks!

Gerald R. Ford 1913/2006
I couldn't resist posting this picture of him with the cute little muscular Boston Terrier taken sometime back in 1916. I borrowed it from Wikipedia.

Abiagil was a Coon Dog back in her day!



Me feeding Thelma and Lewie at the turn of this century!

Team Hoyt, a father & son

Forty-seven Ronin

I was bored last night and tried to watch TV. But as usual....I get up during the commercial break and go to the computer to study what ever I'm watching on TV. The story of the 47 Ronin on wikipedia was a hell of a lot more interesting than the movie I was watching. Can you guess what I was watching?

I'll give you a hint; The second major car chase passes through a Paris tunnel that is remarkably similar to the site of the car accident that led to the death of Diana, Princess of Wales’ in 1997.

I taped the movie so I can watch it later and fast forward through the commercials!

Happy Thanksgiving unless you're the turkey



A Turkey in my backyard. Who'd a thunk it?

A good day to visit Zelda.

And don't forget the Gem Sisters!



Also a good day to Time Travel!

ABSINTHE

To Abstain or not to Abstain,that is the question?



So far.....I'm an Absinthe Virgin. But one day I'm gonna bust that Cherry!




Bwwaaaaaahhhhhhh.....I just had to Youtube it

Absinthe Strange way?

Absinthe Correct way

Louching Absinthe

Most boring but perfect way

Is it SAD, or is it just me?

Do I have Seasonal Affective Disorder?

The symptoms of SAD usually start for me about the same day that we roll the clocks back for daylight saving time.

Well....let's check out the symptoms and my opinions on these matters.

Sleep Problems: Well, there is less daylight and more time to sleep. The weather is getting cold and nasty outside, so naturally my body want's to friggin hibernate!

Overeating: Hell yea.....it's close to Thanksgiving....you know damn well I'm gonna make a pig out of myself, not to mention consuming mass quantities of adult beverages. I'm fueling my body for hibernation.

Lethargy: No shit.......I'm overeating and I'm trying to hibernate. Let me sleep!

Depression: Feelings of misery, guilt and a loss of self esteem from all the fat that is growing on my ass from overeating and oversleeping.

Social Problems: Irritability and desire to avoid social contact. Hell yea I'm irritable because everybody and their brother has the damn stores so crowded you can't go shopping, and besides...I don't want them to see my fat ass!

Anxiety: Nope ....no symptoms there....I was born with tension and the inability to tolerate stress and it doesn't matter what the damn season is.

Loss of Libido: Nope....no symptoms there......maybe there is hope?

Mood Changes: Nope....no symtoms there......I'm always a moody beyotch!


Now for the Treatment: It's simple....just fast forward my ass to Spring!

I'm Feeling Lucky

I just found this tonight. GOOGLE! Go to the Google search engine, type in "Abigail & Emily," and hit "I'm Feeling Lucky."

If that doesn't work, try typing in "Abagator", and hit "I'm Feeling Lucky."

Also; go to Google Image Search and type in "Abagator" and hit "Search Images"

There should be about 6 pages of images!......Cool....huh?

Poster Girl Beccy Cole

101 PIECES OF EVIDENCE

That Bastard's book deal.

check out what a reporter from the Washington Post, EUGENE ROBINSON had to say below

O.J. Simpson's new book, "If I Did It," could launch a profitable series for publisher Judith Regan and her parent company, Rupert Murdoch's media empire. Let me suggest that she follow up with another snuff book, maybe "If I Shot My Wife in the Head" by Robert Blake, and then diversify into non-capital crimes with "If I Molested All Those Kids" by Michael Jackson.
Anyone who thinks I'm kidding probably clings to the illusion that Regan and the Fox television network have a morsel, a crumb, a mote, an iota of residual shame in what's left of their souls. Sorry, but the evidence shows otherwise.

Of course, many people thought the evidence showed that Simpson was guilty as hell. But Johnnie Cochran isn't around anymore, so maybe Regan and Fox will be showered with the opprobrium they deserve for letting the Juice do this booty-shaking end zone dance on the graves of Nicole Brown Simpson and Ronald Goldman.

Suppose you were put on trial for butchering your ex-wife and her lover in a blood-soaked frenzy - not that you'd ever do such a thing, of course, but going hypothetical is all the rage - and a brilliant lawyer managed to get you acquitted, despite copious evidence of your guilt. Wouldn't you withdraw permanently into quiet obscurity?

Instead, Simpson has interrupted his lonely, relentless search for "the real killer" to write and promote a new book, "If I Did It," that reportedly gives a detailed, gory, ostensibly fictional account of the murders he says he didn't commit.

I'm sure he needs the money. It's not as if he's going to be invited into the "Monday Night Football" booth anytime soon. But this abomination goes beyond exploitation of a brutal crime for financial gain. This is pathological.

Only a narcissist of the first order would be compelled to revisit the scene of the crime and walk us through the butchery, knowing that no one would take his use of "if" or "would have" as anything but a mocking formality - knowing that everyone would read the book as a true confession of his sins. Only a textbook narcissist would have such a warped need to bask once again in the limelight.

Memo to the Juice: Please go away. And take Regan with you. A former "reporter" for the National Enquirer, Regan became a sensation in the publishing world by satisfying humanity's bottomless appetite for slickly packaged trash. Her imprint, ReganBooks, is a division of HarperCollins, which is owned by Rupert Murdoch's News Corp.

Boom Car Assholes

Damn.....those darn door to door solicitors have really brought out the asshole in me tonight. This is my next venture below.


This is some reading info I will be handing out to the punks that disturb me with their trunk thumping audio systems that pull into Go Gas, Kangaroo, Piggly Wiggly etc. near my house.


"Nice version
Boom Cars
A boom car is a vehicle equipped with an audio system producing a powerful bass sound that can be heard and felt more than a block away. These vehicles are sometimes called trunk thumpers and street pounders. They cause noise pollution that disturbs millions of people each day. The pounding bass sound can rattle windows and travel through walls. Residents who live in dense urban communities are more likely to suffer from this noise. But as manufacturers continue to make more powerful sound systems, no community will be immune from this type of noise pollution.
People who drive boom cars consider it their right to play music at any volume they please. They regard their car as an expression of themselves and the louder it is, the bolder the statement that they can make. Boomers are typically lower-middle class males in their teens and twenties with some disposable income. They assume that their car will attract women and improve their social standing among their peers.
My version
Most likely you are an inconsiderate asshole if you are reading this message. Especially after I have just taken a digital picture of your car and license plate. I have a strong suspicion that you are also a recreational drug user, because no idiot in their right mind would want to ride around while their brain is vibrating from that shit you call music. If we need to call the police……make my day….lets do it punk.
I am doing my own research into this matter and I am going to post your picture on the Internet in what I will call my wall of “Shameless Assholes with Boom Car Audio Systems”.
Now that I have said my piece and you feel the need to conform to society and turn your hellish noise down to a level where it doesn’t disturb your neighbors……..then please forgive my indiscretions.
If not?
There’s not much I can do but visualize you being burned alive with a 1000 watt Bass speaker shoved up your ass.
I would never act on those thoughts, but I have to get some pleasure out of this bass thumping torture you have subjected me too.

Have a nice Day!"

No Soliciting.......Damn it!!!!!!

I've had about enough of those Damn Jehovah's witnesses and those little bastards with the refrigerated pickup trucks peddling their friggin beef and pork products.

I put up this sign http://www.printfree.com/Signs/no_soliciting.htm

along with this message on my door today

"Shit……..I must live in Solicitors Central, cause every damn solicitor in Castle Hayne comes to my frigging door!!!

My friends and relatives know and accept me for the asshole that I am.

If I need to buy something, I’ll get off my fat ass and go to the store. I don’t need any damn thing you are selling.

As for you Damn Jehovah’s Witnesses…….Don’t push your dumb ass religion on me and I wont push your dumb ass down the steps. That goes for any other religious or political affiliate that thinks he or she needs to cram their views down my damn throat.

Just leave me the hell alone……Please!!!!!!! "

THRASHER by Neil Young
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They were hiding behind hay bales,
They were planting in the full moon
They had given all they had for something new
But the light of day was on them,
They could see the thrashers coming
And the water shone like diamonds in the dew.

And I was just getting up, hit the road before it's light
Trying to catch an hour on the sun
When I saw those thrashers rolling by,
Looking more than two lanes wide
I was feelin' like my day had just begun.

Where the eagle glides ascending
There's an ancient river bending
Down the timeless gorge of changes
Where sleeplessness awaits
I searched out my companions,
Who were lost in crystal canyons
When the aimless blade of science
Slashed the pearly gates.

It was then I knew I'd had enough,
Burned my credit card for fuel
Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand
With a one-way ticket to the land of truth
And my suitcase in my hand
How I lost my friends I still don't understand.

They had the best selection,
They were poisoned with protection
There was nothing that they needed,
Nothing left to find
They were lost in rock formations
Or became park bench mutations
On the sidewalks and in the stations
They were waiting, waiting.

So I got bored and left them there,
They were just deadweight to me
Better down the road without that load
Brings back the time when I was eight or nine
I was watchin' my mama's T.V.,
It was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode.

Where the vulture glides descending
On an asphalt highway bending
Thru libraries and museums, galaxies and stars
Down the windy halls of friendship
To the rose clipped by the bullwhip
The motel of lost companions
Waits with heated pool and bar.

But me I'm not stopping there,
Got my own row left to hoe
Just another line in the field of time
When the thrashers comes, I'll be stuck in the sun
Like the dinosaurs in shrines
But I'll know the time has come
To give what's mine.

I've always considered myself a Pessimist. I know it's not a good thing, but I have grown over the years. I've grown into a Pissimist. A PISSED OFF PESSIMIST!!!LOL

I just love all the wild and funny things on YouTube

I decided to post some of my YouTube favorites today. Just for me to go back and visit from time to time.

My favorite Boston Terrier short clips

Franka the Boston

The Dog Days of Summer

Small dog annoying big dog

Sammy Sings

Boston Terriers Dude & Googs Digging

Now for some Boston Terrier music videos

lucy the Boston Terrier

CHESTER, the Boston Terrier.mov

Boston Terriers "We are the Champions"

Boscoscope

Bullitt Likes: Baby Carrots

Almost -X- Rated Boston Vid......Not for Kids.....Pikachu meets DA Dog

Now for the Pug Vids

Very Excited Pug

Smart Pug

Angry Pug

pug

pug corning

Crazy Pug

Band for Pugs

1.SKATEBOARDING PUG

Sad pug

And of course Tyson the skateboarding bulldog

Colorectal Surgeon

And SkidBoot