THERE'S A BETTER WAY...Move From Virginia

Share Video and Photos at DropShots.com THERE’S A BETTER WAY… Can we please just beat this Tim Kaine in the head with a pillowcase full of marbles? His “Democrats Response To State Of The Union” made me want to PUKE. There is more manliness portrayed in Brokeback Mountain! He carried on about medical reform in which Americans need better prescription drugs made in America by foreign countries… did anyone else hear that oxymoron? His whole speech was full of oxymorons so obvious that I just wanted to encourage all Virginians to MOVE. If this is the best you can do for leadership…MOVE. (I’m sorry Mom…) my Mother lives in Virginia. Vote this guy OUT. And then also today I watched the vote on Allito’s confirmation…two of our “so called leaders”…ONE WHO RAN FOR PRESIDENT, and one that is scheduled to run… NO-SHOWED the vote at the first run. Yes, John Kerry and Ms. Hillary Rodham (let anyone suck my husband’s dick BUT ME) Clinton, who LOVE to run their mouths in front of the camera, were “somehow conveniently absent” when their names were called for an Aye or No. Even the blowhard Kennedy managed to stagger to his chair in time to say NO. Give me a break! If you liberal leaning people keep supporting these die hard Democrat leaders, we will all be bent over a sheep fence before we know it.

Meet Popeye's Mother

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War In Iraq - WE MUST WIN

Share Video and Photos at DropShots.com All of you who read me regularly know I'm originally a Texan. I'm probably one of the most avid supporters of President George W. Bush. My husband's middle initial is also W., and I often kid that I'm a very lucky Southern woman...I have George W. in the White House, and Kevin W. in the bedroom. All kidding aside, even I can see that some mistakes have been made in the administration of the war in Iraq. HOWEVER, THE WAR ITSELF IS NO MISTAKE, AND WE MUST WIN! In the latest disgraceful outburst in Saddam Hussein's trial, he once again threatened everyone in the courtroom, and called the court, "the daughter of a whore". Insurgent attacks continue to happen, threats continue to be made, and people...this is not over. There will be no "truce" if we withdraw troops, there is no increased activity because we are there. Their activity will be ever increasing, and with each attack, the damage will be increasingly catastrophic. The elimination of the radical factions is the only hope of the free world. Come on America, you have to wake up and smell the coffee. This is in no way, shape, or form some "issue" that can be swept under the carpet if a more liberal, "more sensitive", more politically correct cabinet comes into power in America. You better all be glad you currently have a kick ass-take names sort of cowboy at your helm. If anyone gets into the "big chair" at the White House that is any softer on these mongrels, we are headed for certain doom. I'm not a great political speaker, but if I could share my opinion and deep hearted belief of this matter, it would be the following letter written to his sons by a very knowledgable attorney gentleman. This letter has been mistakenly accredited to General Chong because he forwarded it to so many people. It's a long read, but if you value your freedom and whatever America you have been able to build up for your particular family, you had better read it hard, learn it well and take it to heart. I wish for us all a more peaceful time, but it will take a united effort. Thank you for your time in the long read, you will find it valuable print. Visit the Patriot Defenders Network for similar coverage. This WAR is for REAL! Originally attributed to General Vernon Chong, USAF Retired A visitor to our site was kind enough to point out that Snopes.com has determined that the following popular e-mail article was not written by General Chong. In fact, the General had received this essay himself and like many others, found it worthy of forwarding on to friends and family. It was from that action that his name became attributed as the author of the item. According to Snopes.com this was written by a retired attorney, to his sons, May 19, 2004 and was originally entitled "THE WORLD SITUATION — A LETTER TO MY SONS" This WAR is for REAL! To get out of a difficulty, one usually must go through it. Our country is now facing the most serious threat to its existence, as we know it, that we have faced in your lifetime and mine (which includes WWII). The deadly seriousness is greatly compounded by the fact that there are very few of us who think we can possibly lose this war and even fewer who realize what losing really means. First, let's examine a few basics: 1. When did the threat to us start? Many will say September 11, 2001. The answer as far as the United States is concerned is 1979, 22 years prior to September 2001 with the following attacks on us: * Iran Embassy Hostages, 1979; * Beirut, Lebanon Embassy 1983; * Beirut, Lebanon Marine Barracks 1983; * Lockerbie, Scotland Pan-Am flight to New York 1988; * First New York World Trade Center attack 1993; * Dhahran, Saudi Arabia Khobar Towers Military complex 1996; * Nairobi, Kenya US Embassy 1998; * Dares Salaam, Tanzania US Embassy 1998; * Aden, Yemen USS Cole 2000; * New York World Trade Center 2001; * Pentagon 2001. (Note that during the period from 1981 to 2001 there were 7,581 terrorist attacks worldwide). 2. Why were we attacked? Envy of our position, our success, and our freedoms. The attacks happened during the administrations of Presidents Carter, Reagan, Bush 1, Clinton and Bush 2. We cannot fault either the Republicans or Democrats as there were no provocations by any of the presidents or their immediate predecessors, Presidents Ford or Carter. 3. Who were the attackers? In each case, the attacks on the US were carried out by Muslims. 4. What is the Muslim population of the World? 25%. 5. Isn't the Muslim Religion peaceful? Hopefully, but that is really not material. There is no doubt that the predominately Christian population of Germany was peaceful, but under the dictatorial leadership of Hitler (who was also Christian), that made no difference. You either went along with the administration or you were eliminated. There were 5 to 6 million Christians killed by the Nazis for political reasons (including 7,000 Polish priests). (see http://www.nazis.testimony.co.uk/7-a.htm ) Thus, almost the same number of Christians were killed by the Nazis, as the six million holocaust Jews who were killed by them, and we seldom heard of anything other than the Jewish atrocities. Although Hitler kept the world focused on the Jews, he had no hesitancy about killing anyone who got in his way of exterminating the Jews or of taking over the world - German, Christian or any others. Same with the Muslim terrorists. They focus the world on the US, but kill all in the way -- their own people or the Spanish, French or anyone else. The point here is that just like the peaceful Germans were of no protection to anyone from the Nazis, no matter how many peaceful Muslims there may be, they are no protection for us from the terrorist Muslim leaders and what they are fanatically bent on doing -- by their own pronouncements -- killing all of us "infidels." I don't blame the peaceful Muslims. What would you do if the choice was shut up or die? 6. So who are we at war with? There is no way we can honestly respond that it is anyone other than the Muslim terrorists. Trying to be politically correct and avoid verbalizing this conclusion can well be fatal. There is no way to win if you don't clearly recognize and articulate who you are fighting. So with that background, now to the two major questions: 1. Can we lose this war? 2. What does losing really mean? If we are to win, we must clearly answer these two pivotal questions. We can definitely lose this war, and as anomalous as it may sound, the major reason we can lose is that so many of us simply do not fathom the answer to the second question - What does losing mean? It would appear that a great many of us think that losing the war means hanging our heads, bringing the troops home and going on about our business, like post Vietnam. This is as far from the truth as one can get. What losing really means is: We would no longer be the premier country in the world. The attacks will not subside, but rather will steadily increase. Remember, they want us dead, not just quiet. If they had just wanted us quiet, they would not have produced an increasing series of attacks against us, over the past 18 years. The plan was clearly, for terrorist to attack us, until we were neutered and submissive to them. We would of course have no future support from other nations, for fear of reprisals and for the reason that they would see, we are impotent and cannot help them. They will pick off the other non-Muslim nations, one at a time. It will be increasingly easier for them. They already hold Spain hostage. It doesn't matter whether it was right or wrong for Spain to withdraw its troops from Iraq. Spain did it because the Muslim terrorists bombed their train and told them to withdraw the troops. Anything else they want Spain to do will be done. Spain is finished. The next will probably be France. Our one hope on France is that they might see the light and realize that if we don't win, they are finished too, in that they can't resist the Muslim terrorists without us. However, it may already be too late for France. France is already 20% Muslim and fading fast! If we lose the war, our production, income, exports and way of life will all vanish as we know it. After losing, who would trade or deal with us, if they were threatened by the Muslims. If we can't stop the Muslims, how could anyone else? The Muslims fully know what is riding on this war, and therefore are completely committed to winning, at any cost. We better know it too and be likewise committed to winning at any cost. Why do I go on at such lengths about the results of losing? Simple. Until we recognize the costs of losing, we cannot unite and really put 100% of our thoughts and efforts into winning. And it is going to take that 100% effort to win. So, how can we lose the war? Again, the answer is simple. We can lose the war by "imploding." That is, defeating ourselves by refusing to recognize the enemy and their purpose, and really digging in and lending full support to the war effort. If we are united, there is no way that we can lose. If we continue to be divided, there is no way that we can win! Let me give you a few examples of how we simply don't comprehend the life and death seriousness of this situation. President Bush selects Norman Mineta as Secretary of Transportation. Although all of the terrorist attacks were committed by Muslim men between 17 and 40 years of age, Secretary Mineta refuses to allow profiling. Does that sound like we are taking this thing seriously? This is war! For the duration, we are going to have to give up some of the civil rights we have become accustomed to. We had better be prepared to lose some of our civil rights temporarily or we will most certainly lose all of them permanently. And don't worry that it is a slippery slope. We gave up plenty of civil rights during WWII, and immediately restored them after the victory and in fact added many more since then. Do I blame President Bush or President Clinton before him? No, I blame us for blithely assuming we can maintain all of our Political Correctness, and all of our civil rights during this conflict and have a clean, lawful, honorable war. None of those words apply to war. Get them out of your head. Some have gone so far in their criticism of the war and/or the Administration that it almost seems they would literally like to see us lose. I hasten to add that this isn't because they are disloyal. It is because they just don't recognize what losing means. Nevertheless, that conduct gives the impression to the enemy that we are divided and weakening. It concerns our friends, and it does great damage to our cause. Of more recent vintage, the uproar fueled by the politicians and media regarding the treatment of some prisoners of war, perhaps exemplifies best what I am saying. We have recently had an issue, involving the treatment of a few Muslim prisoners of war, by a small group of our military police. These are the type prisoners who just a few months ago were throwing their own people off buildings, cutting off their hands, cutting out their tongues and otherwise murdering their own people just for disagreeing with Saddam Hussein. And just a few years ago these same type prisoners chemically killed 400,000 of their own people for the same reason. They are also the same type enemy fighters, who recently were burning Americans, and dragging their charred corpses through the streets of Iraq. And still more recently, the same type enemy that was and is providing videos to all news sources internationally, of the beheading of American prisoners they held. Compare this with some of our press and politicians, who for several days have thought and talked about nothing else but the "humiliating" of some Muslim prisoners -- not burning them, not dragging their charred corpses through the streets, not beheading them, but "humiliating" them. Can this be for real? The politicians and pundits have even talked of impeachment of the Secretary of Defense. If this doesn't show the complete lack of comprehension and understanding of the seriousness of the enemy we are fighting, the life and death struggle we are in and the disastrous results of losing this war, nothing can. To bring our country to a virtual political standstill over this prisoner issue makes us look like Nero playing his fiddle as Rome burned -- totally oblivious to what is going on in the real world. Neither we, nor any other country, can survive this internal strife. Again I say, this does not mean that some of our politicians or media people are disloyal. It simply means that they are absolutely oblivious to the magnitude, of the situation we are in and into which the Muslim terrorists have been pushing us, for many years. Remember, the Muslim terrorists stated goal is to kill all infidels! That translates into ALL non-Muslims -- not just in the United States, but throughout the world. We are the last bastion of defense. We have been criticized for many years as being 'arrogant.' That charge is valid in at least one respect. We are arrogant in that we believe that we are so good, powerful and smart, that we can win the hearts and minds of all those who attack us, and that with both hands tied behind our back, we can defeat anything bad in the world! We can't! If we don't recognize this, our nation as we know it will not survive, and no other free country in the world will survive if we are > defeated. And finally, name any Muslim countries throughout the world that allow freedom of speech, freedom of thought, freedom of religion, freedom of the press, equal rights for anyone -- let alone everyone, equal status or any status for women, or that have been productive in one single way that contributes to the good of the world. This has been a long way of saying that we must be united on this war or we will be equated in the history books to the self-inflicted fall of the Roman Empire. If, that is, the Muslim leaders will allow history books to be written or read. If we don't win this war right now, keep a close eye on how the Muslims take over France in the next 5 years or less. They will continue to increase the Muslim population of France and continue to encroach little by little, on the established French traditions. The French will be fighting among themselves, over what should or should not be done, which will continue to weaken them and keep them from any united resolve. Doesn't that sound eerily familiar? Democracies don't have their freedoms taken away from them by some external military force. Instead, they give their freedoms away, politically correct piece by politically correct piece. And they are giving those freedoms away to those who have shown, worldwide, that they abhor freedom and will not apply it to you or even to themselves, once they are in power. They have universally shown that when they have taken over, they then start brutally killing each other over who will be the few who control the masses. Will we ever stop hearing from the politically correct, about the "peaceful Muslims"? I close on a hopeful note, by repeating what I said above. If we are united, there is no way that we can lose. I hope now after the election, the factions in our country will begin to focus on the critical situation we are in, and will unite to save our country. It is your future we are talking about! Do whatever you can to preserve it. After reading the above, we all must do this not only for ourselves, but ourchildren, our grandchildren, our country and the world. © Copyright November 22, 2005 All rights reserved, The Patriots Defenders Network

Save Hard - Spend Large - Feel Sick

Share Video and Photos at DropShots.com Am I crazy, normal & in shock, experiencing wallet dump, having buyer's remorse, or all of the above? Hopefully, this feeling goes away before Friday! We work hard, save tough, and are finally getting to the age that we should be having some of the nice things to enjoy. The last few years, we try to save hard, and each year buy one really nice thing for the house or do something nice to improve the house. I just purchased a hot tub today. It will be delivered Friday. I did all the right things so I think. I studied and studied on line. I went to several stores. I listened to all kinds of sales pitches. Hell, I even put a swim suit on and went off "wet-testing". Do you know how very strange that feels to put on a swimsuit and go into a store and go hot-tubbing...hopping out of one and into another? I jewed the poor sales guy down to his last nub, and even spread out my credit cards over the counter calling each customer service number to see how much I could jew them down on interest rates. So I know I got the best deal I could, but DAMN... they are a LOT OF MONEY. After it was all over and papers were signed...I almost feel sick. I saw all I'd saved for gone in an instant, and now I'm going over and over the choices. Did I buy the right one, the right brand, should I have settled for less and not so many bells and whistles. Hell, I hope the "purchase fever" goes away before Friday so I can enjoy the first swim.

Where Were You When You Lost Your Virginity

Share Video and Photos at DropShots.com Yesterday, most of the blogging world posted a bit on the anniversary of the crash of the Space Shuttle Challenger. The most frequent question…where were you? It was a life defining moment. Don’t ask me why this evil thought popped into my head, but hey…they do. There are three common life defining “memory” moments that we all are aware of…the assassination of JFK, the Space Shuttle Challenger, and the attack on the Twin Towers on 9-11. We will all remember where we were on those days. But what about the “other” moment that truly defines all of us one way or the other. Where were you when you lost your virginity? Do you still remember who he or she was? Was it a bad experience or good? That’s the “Where Were You?” question that nobody talks about. Well here’s your chance to have a fond laugh and share. It was the summer between my Junior and Senior year. I was at Ruddick Park in Colorado City, Texas. A very kind and gentle young man (CC) who was in law school at Texas Tech University sat on a park bench and played his guitar singing Eagles music to me. I lost my virginity in the FRONT seat of his white 1976 Chevrolet Monte Carlo. Although a touching experience, and not bad at all, I cried for days because I had sworn to myself that I would never do that until I was married. I was so sure the walls and ceilings of First Baptist Church would surely cave in on me any day. However, life continued. I will forever thank him for treating me like such a lady, and making my defining moment one that allowed me to grow into the woman I eventually became.

CLICHE'S: Common Sayings - Where They Come From

In George Washington's days, there were no cameras.  One's image was either sculpted or painted.  Some paintings of George Washington showed him standing behind a desk with one arm behind his back while others showed both legs and both arms.  Prices charged by painters were not based on how many people were to be painted, but by how many limbs were to be painted. Arms and legs are "limbs," therefore painting them would cost the buyer more.  Hence the expression, "Okay, but it'll cost you an arm and a leg." **************************************************************  As incredible as it sounds, men and women took baths only twice a year (May and October)!  Women kept their hair covered, while men shaved their heads (because of lice and bugs) and wore wigs.  Wealthy men could afford good wigs made from wool.  They couldn't wash the wigs, so to clean them they would carve out a loaf of bread, put the wig in the shell, and bake it for 30 minutes.  The heat would make the wig big and fluffy, hence the term "big wig."  Today we often use the term "here comes the Big Wig" because someone appears to be or is powerful and wealthy. ************************************************************** In the late 1700s, many houses consisted of a large room with only one chair. Commonly, a long wide board folded down from the wall, and was used for dining. The "head of the household" always sat in the chair while everyone else ate sitting on the floor. Occasionally a guest, who was usually a man, would be invited to sit in this chair during a meal. To sit in the chair meant you were important and in charge.  They called the one sitting in the chair the "chair man."  Today in business, we use the expression or title "Chairman" or "Chairman of the Board." ************************************************************** Personal hygiene left much room for improvement.  As a result, many women and men had developed acne scars by adulthood.  The women would spread bee's wax over their facial skin to smooth out their complexions. When they were speaking to each other, if a woman began to stare at another woman's face she was told, "Mind your own bee's wax."  Should the woman smile, the wax would crack, hence the term "crack a smile"  In addition, when they sat too close to the fire, the wax would melt . . . therefore, the expression "losing face." ************************************************************** Ladies wore corsets, which would lace up in the front.  A proper and dignified woman, as in "straight laced". . . wore a tightly tied lace. ************************************************************** Common entertainment included playing cards.  However, there was a tax levied when purchasing playing cards but only applicable to the "Ace of Spades."  To avoid paying the tax, people would purchase 51 cards instead. Yet, since most games require 52 cards, these people were thought to be stupid or dumb because they weren't "playing with a full deck." *************************************************************** Early politicians required feedback from the public to determine what the people considered important.  Since there were no telephones, TV's or radios, the politicians sent their assistants to local taverns, pubs, and bars.  They were told to "go sip some ale" and listen to people's conversations and political concerns. Many assistants were dispatched at different times.  "You go sip here" and "You go sip there."  The two words "go sip" were eventually combined when referring to the local opinion and, thus we have the term "gossip." ************************************************************** At local taverns, pubs, and bars, people drank from pint and quart-sized containers. A bar maid's job was to keep an eye on the customers and keep the drinks coming. She had to pay close attention and remember who was drinking in "pints" and who was drinking in "quarts," hence the term "minding your "P's and Q's." ************************************************************** In the heyday of sailing ships, all war ships and many freighters carried iron cannons.  Those cannons fired round iron cannon balls.  It was necessary to keep a good supply near the cannon.  However, how to prevent them from rolling about the deck?  The best storage method devised was a square-based pyramid with one ball on top, resting on four resting on nine, which rested on sixteen.  Thus, a supply of 30 cannon balls could be stacked in a small area right next to the cannon.  There was only one problem...how to prevent the bottom layer from sliding or rolling from under the others. The solution was a metal plate called a "Monkey" with 16 round indentations. However, if this plate were made of iron, the iron balls would quickly rust to it. The solution to the rusting problem was to make "Brass Monkeys." Few landlubbers realize that brass contracts much more and much faster than iron when chilled. Consequently, when the temperature dropped too far, the brass indentations would shrink so much that the iron cannonballs would come right off the monkey.  Thus, it was quite literally, "Cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey."  (All this time, you thought that was an improper expression, didn't you.)

Humuhumunukunukuapuaa

Share Video and Photos at DropShots.com WOW...say that fast three times in a row! Pronounced (HOO-moo-HOO-moo-NOO-koo-NOO-koo-AH-poo-AH-ah). This is the "state fish" of Hawaii that found itself in a contraversial story regarding its "stately" status. Maybe the police should just give up all that nonsense on the side of the road, and use this word's spelling and pronounciation as the sobriety test.

Happy Chinese New Year!

Share Video and Photos at DropShots.com Twenty years of casino experiences provided me with the blessing to have met thousands of wonderful Asian people. I carry with me an amazing respect for their values and cultures. I would like to wish them all a HAPPY NEW YEAR! May this Year Of The Dog bring happiness and prosperity to all.

My Slurpee Story

Share Video and Photos at DropShots.com Share Video and Photos at DropShots.com I really didn't have an idea for a story tonight, but then I was roaming around and reading another blog I really like by Janee the comedian. Her post tonight cracked me up, and reminded me of my own Slurpee & 7-11 story. I was dealing in the casino one night long ago... and it was a HORRIBLE night. One of those dreaded nights a dealer has when you just know you are going to make just enough money to maybe cash your car out of the parking garage to get home. But, being the always "glass-half-full" employee I was at that time, I continued to smile and just get the 8 hours over with. I got stuck with a table line-up that night that would make the normal guy quit. (For non-gambling types)... A dealer on any given day usually has three tables they deal with for the shift. One hour on...20 minute break...next table... repeat...repeat. It was about an hour or so before the grace of God would take me out of the place for the day. It was snowing horribly outside and needless to say...no one but homeless and local trolls were out gambling. I was stuck on a $2.oo table with a guy that was so gross and ugly, I'm not sure he even had a face a mother could love. He stunk, could not play cards to save his ass, and I knew he would never tip me if Hell itself froze over first. I tried to strike up a conversation with him just to make the time pass. But as luck would have it, he was a mute...so I thought. Then...out of the blue...here came a full blown Muslim man with the attitude from hell. Acted like he was some high roller and cashed in his $20 dollar bill set out to make his fortune. Well, sorry to say folks, dealers truly have NO ABILITY to make any given person's luck better or worse. The cards fall how they fall, and that's that. Well, this guy lost three hands in a row (at $2.oo each), and was LIVID. He DEMANDED of me that next round, I let HIM shuffle the cards. The fight was on, and anyone that knows me, knows that I hate public confrontation more than anything! I explain to this foreign Middle-East "gentleman" that, "I'm sorry sir, it is not possible for you to shuffle the cards." He argues and demands, and then...I have to call the pit boss over for assistance. (Mind you...the whole time...the mute drunk is still sitting at the table). The pit boss comes over and explains to the gentleman that I am not cheating...so sorry you lost $6, but you cannot shuffle the cards. Just as the Arab guy is about to get in the pit boss's face too... my mute drunk stands up like Muhammed Ali coming to my defense... His comment: "Hey MotherF.....er...She doesn't come to your 7-11 and ask to run your Slurpee machine...YOU CANNOT SHUFFLE THE CARDS!"

Randal McCloy Gets A Kiss

Share Video and Photos at DropShots.com Randal McCloy Jr., the ONE survivor of the Saga mine tragedy in West Virginia continues to get better each day. He has come out of his coma, and actually "puckered up" today when his wife asked for a kiss. YOU GO RANDAL...Hang in there, and Get Well Soon...your family awaits. Amen for some good news for a change.

PORN STAR Dies In Fatal Car Crash

Share Video and Photos at DropShots.com Retired porn star that made 300 movies dies in a fatal crash while making a U-turn. Noteworthy fact: She made a big proportion of her movies with her husband, also a retired porn star. See KRNV News Link… Any fatal car crash is tragic...that is not the point of this post. I found this story strange, in that it made our local headlines. The other strange fact is that a retired PORN star lands herself a job as a BLOOMINGDALE'S bridal registry employee. Shouldn't this be a photo in the dictionary next to OXYMORON?

Florida Crash Kills 7 - Grandpa Dies - WHY OH WHY?

Share Video and Photos at DropShots.com Bear with me people. Tonight’s main post will be lengthy, but maybe one of the most important reads of your life. Go to the bathroom, mix a stiff drink, grab some coffee, have a cigarette, or do whatever you do before you sit back, read something important, and ready yourself to pay attention… LIFE DEFINING MOMENTS… Wow! You know, we all have them, and you never know when they will come, and what direction they will take. The most awe-inspiring thing about life defining moments is the fact that they usually…no almost always...occur in a split second. And… sometimes it’s a long time later that you realize that a past split second occurrence was indeed a life defining moment. I do not know this woman that just lost most of her entire family in a wretched life defining moment (see news link-click here). There are no words to describe this tragedy. There are no words to convey the horror of an experience like this. If I did know her, I would grab her in my arms and hold her tightly. I would share with her the story that I am about to share with you. We are always taught to find the good in any situation as opposed to the bad, but gee…sometimes that is the challenge of a lifetime. I will not in this situation even pretend to boast that “oh, friend…I know how you feel…it will be OK”… it won’t be OK for her for a long, long time. But, I have experienced an atrocity similar to this from the other side of the fence… the “good” side of the fence, and it truly was A LIFE DEFINING MOMENT FOR ME. If anyone reading this should happen to know this woman…please forward this on to her at a time when she may be accepting of it’s true meaning and effect. MY STORY GOES: Many years ago, I left Reno as a fledgling casino “rookie-on-the-move”. Mississippi had just enacted a legal gaming law, and “they” were all on the search to hire quality management executives to lead the way. I was accepted, and off I went. I thought, hey… Mississippi isn’t so much unlike Texas…the south...I’ll go. That experience led me to a world unlike any other I’d ever experienced. As much as I truly loved about the Deep South, I also found things I disliked. It was the most beautiful place I’d ever lived, but the deep rooted history there and the ways of the locals leaves an imprint on your soul you will carry with you forever. I worked in a huge casino that was a “Cinderella” story of the new gaming south. My location was 50 miles from New Orleans, and had a “dream-come-true” statistic average for demographic results for profit. I found myself a fairly major player in managing employees in an environment they had never seen before. Needless to say, these kids I was teaching to deal, manage, learn a whole new way of life, created many emotional ups and downs for all of us. We all know that in the Deep South, education doesn’t rank high, and literacy is not at top notch. It was hard to find really good people, and the demand was ever increasing. Then, along came Scott Dembrowski. This young man would have been a breath of fresh air anywhere in the world he would have chosen to go. Already in my 30’s, even I could see that this kid barely old enough to deal was a “babe”. But not your usual drop dead gorgeous type of guy. He was real. He came from a fairly prominent “old money” family, deep rooted in goodness and quality. He had manners, he learned quickly, and was an absolute favorite among managers. Time went by, and he met a girl. A plain girl he fell for. She was the quiet debonair debutant type girl. The girl that in the deep south you could picture sitting on the pillared porch sipping on a mint julep planning the next huge fund raising function. But she wasn’t that type at all. She was just real too, and simple, and just good to the core. More time goes by, and they marry. A simple fairy-tale type marriage that you just knew would last forever. There were almost 3000 employees in this casino complex I worked in. There was NOT ONE of these 3000 that didn’t know directly, or know of Scott Dembrowski and his new bride. He was so happy. He loved her so much, and she loved him in return. Their joy, and the way they lived their lives graced all of us with hope that life is good and trees bloom with happiness. They were the type that would celebrate an anniversary of any given event, and although a lot of us jibed them a bit, or would flat out give them shit over their “goofiness” in their relationship, internally we were all jealous of the fact that this type of union is rare and should be guarded as holy. Two months after the marriage (the courtship was long and proper, with an appropriate lengthy southern engagement); they were again celebrating the “two month anniversary” of their marriage. She was preparing him a great meal, but found herself short a few ingredients. I remember the day so clearly over 10 years later. We were busy, and he had pulled some overtime and was tired, but happy to get home to be with her. He graciously and immediately calmed her newlywed anxiety over not having everything she needed and off he went to the store. Driving down the beautifully tree-lined roads of Mississippi to the store, he got hit by a train crossing some tracks and was killed instantly. The news hit the casino the next day like a bomb hitting Iraq. I couldn’t believe in a huge corporate setting like the one I was in the devastating somber looks on everyone’s faces. I had no idea that this young man had touched so many lives through his simple way of living. Customers, employees, and executives alike were silent for days, weeks on end. It was unexplainable how someone so full of life, so “perfect” in the way he lived in an environment that promotes drinking, gambling, and extremism could be taken away in a split second. I am a person of strong faith. I have always believed that God has His way, and that our time comes and that is the final decision, but even I was having a hard time swallowing this blow. I never saw so many people affected by an “average Joe’s” death. I knew I loved him just because he was so awesome, but I never realized that THOUSANDS of other people, many bad and degenerate, many uppity and rich, and many atheists, agnostics, and on and on loved him as much as I. This was a massive non-partisan grief. It started an uproar of discussions I carry with me today. Being a person of faith, many people lashed out at me over the way that I explained Scott’s death. I was asked over and over and chastised about my belief that there IS a GOD. “If there REALLY IS a God”, they would say...”Explain to us how a God would let something like this happen to Scott?”. I would again and again explain to them that I do not believe God is cruel, and that bad things do happen to good people. I would say that it was just his time, and that God called him home because He needed him in Heaven, and so forth and so on… but my explanations while soothing to those I counseled as a manager, never quite satisfied me as the “explainer”. After four years on the Gulf Coast of Mississippi, I eventually returned to Reno where I came from before. I still carried Scott with me, and would from time to time think of him fondly. My best friend in Reno has spent many hours over the years discussing “LIFE”. She lives on the Truckee River, and it’s so healing to sit on her patio and sip cocktails and just chill. We commonly “solve the World’s problems” while sitting there, silent for spans of time, and overly chatty on other spans of time. It was one of these nights that we solved the “World’s problem” regarding Scott Dembrowski. I was sharing my story with her, and mentioned to her that I could never find the words to help all of those people completely that had sought out my advice after his death. Now a business owner, I felt like I had failed my employees in Mississippi somehow by not being able to answer their real question, “What Is The Meaning Of Life?”. Now…fortunately for me, my beloved best friend M here in Reno is actually old enough to be my mother. And to my amazement, when I proposed this dilemma to her…she didn’t bat an eye. She is also a career casino person, and she calmly said, “Malinda, honey it’s simple.” I said, “SIMPLE? How is a story like Scott’s simple?” She said, “You were asking me what is the meaning of life? That is simple.” My reaction was to have another stiff drink and listen to THIS barrage of ramble. Then my best friend gave me a life defining moment. Again, in a split second. She placidly said to me while looking forward to the rushing Truckee River, “Honey, at any given time…we are either here to learn, or we are here to teach. On that day on those train tracks, Scott was there to teach.” I sat there sipping my cocktail staring at the same river, and knew in my heart that she was right. Not only was she right, SHE HAD JUST TAUGHT ME THE MEANING OF LIFE. Now folks, that is some powerful information to have! I knew that all this time, I had a peace within me about Scott Dembrowski’s death, but I wrote it off to faith and religion. That’s also the time that I realized that “religion” and “faith” are also synonyms for common sense in a spiritual way. It’s true. I realized that Scott WAS THERE ON THAT DAY TO TEACH 3000 PEOPLE! I know that TODAY...12 years later…on each occasion that I EVER CROSS TRAIN TRACKS…I think of Scott Dembrowski. I know that every time I cross a train track and remember to look twice and be careful, I also catch myself fondly remembering the phenomenal positive impact this young man made on my life. While I’m being careful, I am lifted up with goodness and remind myself of joy, and mint juleps, and the calming breeze in the wind of the South. Scott Dembrowski saved 3000 people from ever being hit by a train. And each time we don’t get hit by a train, we are reminiscent of goodness and purity. That is a legacy that few people leave on this world. Thank you all for reading this far, as I can ramble on and on. But I want that woman in Florida to know, and KNOW FOR SURE IN HER HEART OF HEARTS, that her loved ones were NOT lost in vain. Her story has made NATIONAL NEWS, and all of us bleed tears for her and the survivors of the crash. This story on normal scales is much worse than my story of Scott. But, I truly believe that it only means the lives lost will have an even greater impact on those closely involved. Let’s also not discard the horror of the truck driver that hit them. I would also like to take him in my arms and hold him closely and share with him Scott Dembrowski’s story. All of these people were at that moment here to teach, thus carrying on the meaning of life, and giving the world a LIFE DEFINING MOMENT. May the dead rest in peace, and may the living find peace in knowing that those they loved touched millions.

The Orange Cone Rodeo

Share Video and Photos at DropShots.com Is it just me, or do all of you agree that it’s a 1-5 year sentence each time the “traffic judge” hands down a decision? I love my city, but I swear... the powers that be must hire all the Gong Show rejects to head up the planning and development committee here in Reno. With every road construction project in this city comes frustration, permanence, and danger to life and limb... including far too many deaths. I affectionately call the experience the “Orange Cone Rodeo”. Only, it takes 8 years to win, not 8 seconds, and there is no gold buckle for a prize at the end.

Ford Trucks Haul ASS - Atkins Diet? - Adults Only

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Who Wants To Be A Fast Food Millionaire?

Share Video and Photos at DropShots.com I am SO SICK OF CHEESEBURGERS , and tacos, and burritos, and...and... We are so busy and fast paced at work that lunch is someone on the fly who flies back in and delivers a burger & fries to my desk in a blur. If that's not bad enough, it's usually me that makes the daily run through the Jack In The Box drive-thru every morning for the massive bag of Breakfast Jacks for the troops. We are all sick and tired of bloating carbohydrates and hydrogenated fat in death defying doses. There's a simple solution, but it hast to be one of you that claims the BILLION DOLLAR PRIZE... I don't have the time... I am already babysitting 18 employees, running two companies, managing a household & family with my family helping... and we still don't get shit done it seems some days. I have the billion dollar franchise secret in my little head, and I'm going to give it to you for free. "GOOD FOOD FAST"... that's it! You don't even need a big building. A little "Starbucks" or "Java Express" size hut. You know...the size (maybe double) of the old 1 Hour Photo shacks that used to live in every strip mall parking lot. You need two halves to the place. Simply four large stovetop ovens, with over-the-top microwaves all side by side in one half. You need shelving and a long bench style table with typical food joint paraphanalia on the other. Have a weekly menu with only four item groups each day (one for each stove). You could have for instance... (1) Pot Roast / Mashed Potatoes & Gravy / Green Beans. (2) Baked Chicken Breasts / Steamed Vegetables / Flavored Rice. (3) Ground Beef Enchiladas in Light Tortilla Rolls / Refried Beans / Mexican Rice. (4) Spaghetti with Meat Sauce / Green Salad / Corn / Garlic Bread. Provide better than normal plastic-wear...the 3-divided sturdy plastic plate with a lid, heavy-duty plastic utensils, and drink cups that don't collapse the minute the server barely reaches your hand out the drive through window. I GUARANTEE YOU that you would have a steady stream of cars coming around the drive through window from opening to close. Even at an average of $6 to $8 dollars a meal, you would be constantly busy, and making a fortune. You IPO guys out there better be perking up! Don't tell me either that the limited menu is a concern. BULLSHIT! In & Out Burger has made an absolute fast food fortune with three basic things... Hamburger, Cheeseburger, Fries. We got our first one here in Reno about 3 years ago... the line of cars has been a never ending circle since, and we now have two or three in our metroplex. I'm absolutely STARVING for some real damn food that I can just drive through and pick up. OPEN THE PLACE ALREADY SOMEONE... Just think the revolutionary effect you would have on America's health. You would be on every talk show in the country and the Surgeon General would pass a new law to give you the civilian genius a Congressional Medal Of Honor. By the way... nothing is FREE... This IS A PUBLIC POSTING that stands as a copyright date. I will expect an ACH transfer from one of you out there equalling 1% of all bottom line profits. That's right ONE LOUSY PERCENT... That's how confident I am this would fly. E-Mail me... I'll be in the study with my architect designing my dream retirement home.

Reach Out And Touch Someone

Share Video and Photos at DropShots.com Today I'm inspired, because today something happened out of the ordinary. I'm pretty much like you I imagine. " Same 'ole Same 'ole" just about every day. Husband gets up. Kid gets up and off to school. Watch the news, check the e-mail...blah blah off to work. Not a bad thing mind you, I love my mundane routine. It's safe, comfortable, a labor of love. However, for me anyway, pretty much the same routine every day. I am on the phone a lot, but usually at work in the office on a regular telephone. Our companies have a Nextel plan with 12 phones, but even on the cell phone, I can pretty much guess at any given time of the day who's "beeping" in, or who's calling when it rings. From 9 to 5, it's always one of the crew. Daily at about 3 when school's out, the teenager checks in and he's off to whatever. After 5, if I'm running errands, ALWAYS the husband, or one of the kids again. Occasionally I get a cell phone call from my Dad... but that's usually at home, and I always laugh and wonder why he doesn't just call the house phone? At any rate, I usually know who's calling when, and it's always the same wonderful people I exist daily for. But... not today. I have the same nail appointment every two weeks. Have had the same time slot with the same manicurist now for almost 10 years. It's not like anyone doesn't know where I am at that same time every fourteen days come rain or shine. Inevitably, my husband or my son will call during alsmot every appointment, just when it's time for the polish, or just when CMM and I are enthralled in the latest salon gossip. We always laugh, and I always answer. Today, the usual giggle came when the cell phone rang in the middle of a pedicure, and I was prepared for the typical no-nothing call from one of my guys. IT WAS MY LITTLE BROTHER! Now, it's not like I never talk to him, but even with him there is a routine. I live in Reno, and he lives back in Texas. He has small children, mine are grown or just about...so he goes to bed much earlier than I do in general anyway. (I never mentioned, did I, that I'm a natural vampire?...Too many years working swing shift in the casinos before becoming a business owner.) With the two hour time difference in our two worlds, I usually catch my brother between 7 to 9 in the evening with just a short time to talk. I was so surprised to hear his voice on the phone today. It's also not like it was a super special phone call either, as far as content goes. But for me somehow it was SO SPECIAL. I caught myself giggling and laughing with him. We rambled on and on for a bit about sundry things, and then we said our goodbyes. I couldn't really put a finger on the emotion until I pondered it for a while, but it's really very simple. He broke up my routine in a subtle, but very impacting way. It was so nice to hear from someone in the middle of the day so close to my heart. I kept thinking about it all evening, so it ends up being today's ramble. I want to encourage all of you to "pay this forward" very soon. The next time you are going to make one of your customary phone calls to one of the run-of-the-mill people in your life... do it at an unexpected time. No one will ever say a word, but chances are you will make their day just as my very special little brother made my day today. REACH OUT AND TOUCH SOMEONE SOON.

Chris Penn Dies At 40

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MySpace.com = BAD SPACE

Parents: PLEASE Monitor Your Children… I’ve been compelled for some time to discuss what I believe to be dangerous and lascivious content found at MySpace.com. I haven’t maundered about this topic before as I truly do believe whole heartedly in freedom of speech and our first amendment rights. However, the impact and increasing use of this website by our youth is growing more and more bothersome to me as time goes on. I’ve heard several stories of late in national news about alarming criminal activities and even death to people as a result of “nut jobs” searching out posts at My Space. And once again, just a few days ago…even here in Reno…a few young people had to be suspended from O’Brien Middle School because of threatening posts they made at the popular website. That’s right; I said middle school… that’s 12 and 13 year old kids. See news story from KRNV News Channel 4 Reno . Today, one of our most popular radio personality teams, “Smith & McClain” of KOZZ Radio dedicated their entire afternoon show to this topic. One of the hosts has a 12 year old son, and the mother of one of his friends who monitors her child’s online activity called the host to alert him that something the young man had posted on MySpace might be found inappropriate by the parents. This prompted the popular team to open a discussion encouraging call-ins from the public to give their opinions. It was amazing how many calls they got from our locals. The most intriguing thing to me was the large number of young people that called in and shared anonymously their experiences on the website MySpace. Usually, teens could care less about two old farts discussing anything on the radio, even a popular classic rock channel. But, these teens were open minded and in my opinion unusually unrestricted in their confessions of their time spent on the web. This discussion in turn, urged me to share with you. After the radio program, I realized that I had not “checked in” on my son at MySpace in a long time. I consider my 17 year old son to be a fairly normal, average teenager. He’s 6’1”, plays football for one of the best teams in high school leagues, and has been chosen as a student ambassador for the People To People organization to travel to China this year. However, he’s a typical teenage boy with typical boy interests that go along with that. I am no prude, and accept the fact that he’s almost a man now, and some “boy” things just come with that, along with the effects that come with advancing puberty and “macho-ism”. I can deal with the occasional rough language, and even the casual flirting and boy / girl interaction that goes on at MySpace. I turn my nose up a bit at the “space” my son and his friends have there, but it isn’t too bad. The problem is… it doesn’t stop there. At MySpace, the kids have their own “page”, pretty much like our blogs. But one can “invite” friends to the group, or have links to other people’s pages. Once the invitation is accepted, posts can be made by invitees. I was frankly appalled at the pages I accessed while at MySpace when I was doing the “Mommy-Spying”! Even MORE astonishing to me was the fact that the very worst and most disgusting pages were posted by YOUNG GIRLS! Right or wrong, I think we all expect some crudeness from the male members of our society, but my gosh…whatever happened to today’s parents raising their girls to be ladies. Parents, those nice camera phones you bought your daughters for Christmas…they are using those to post nude photos of themselves. Some photos, worse than nude. Posts inviting young men to have sex with them are common, vital information is readily accessible. It was nothing for me to find out what high schools the girls attend, what sports they play…even the number on their jerseys. Kid’s not thinking, post photos in front of obvious landmarks or popular neighborhoods and hangouts. It would be so easy for some pervert to post a picture of a teenage boy, get invited to join a MySpace group, and drive straight to the location of an unsuspecting young girl whose information he got from her pages. While thousands of people use MySpace.com in a perfectly legitimate fashion, and I don’t believe the creators of this site ever thought it would take this direction… it is VITAL that our parents and teachers keep a eye on what goes on there involving their own sons, daughters, and students. Please talk to your kids. DEMAND that you have their passwords. Our children are all reticent in their extra-curricular activities. If we do not keep an eye on them, the results could be terrifying in the end.

DONATE To Carson City CHILD ABUSE VICTIMS

I recently posted a story about two children who've been unimaginably locked up in a bathroom for the last five years in Carson City, NV. See past post "HORRID Child Abuse In Nevada": posted 1/20/06. The children are amazingly doing OK, however they are expected to be hospitalized and medically cared for a very long time due to their starvation and under-development for their ages. A trust fund has been set up for these children at Bank Of America. If anyone out there wishes to donate to these tragically abused children, you may do it locally at any Bank Of America by giving money to "The Second Chance Fund". Donations may also be mailed in to The Second Chance Fund / c/o Carson City Sheriff's Protection Association / 901 E. Musser St. / Carson City, NV 89701. See the link from KRNV Channel 4 Reno...the full story and video of this tragic story can also be found at this site: THE SECOND CHANCE FUND

Sympathy To Miners

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Ted Kennedy Quits Owl Club

Share Video and Photos at DropShots.comOh for goodness’ sake! When are we going to be relieved of this maniacal blowhard? Who keeps voting for this guy that keeps him in office and fogging up our television sets with his hot air? I’ve met some ballsy people in my day, but really… who does he think he is? Sorry Teddy… the hoards of $.50 cent pieces with the family photo on them you conveniently weigh down and cover up your nasty little life with are not invisible. We can all see through you, and you can no longer buy your way to popularity. We all still remember CHAPPAQUIDDICK. We all know your history of being a drunk and a womanizer. No wonder you liked Clinton so much… two peas in a pod! Sorry… no “hoot hoot” from this corner just because you are quitting “The Owl Club”. Nobody here cares about any club. We all learned as children…it’s perfectly normal to build a platform in the tree house and have a “private club”. We all had signs… “No Boys Allowed”, or “No Sissy’s Allowed”… or “No Girls Allowed”… these clubhouses and forts we built as children were where some of the best times of our lives were spent. A private club is just that…PRIVATE. Hello Teddy, any normal reasoning human being is crazy to try and postulate discrimination onto the fact that someone, or some group of people are not allowed at a private club. That’s what defines a club… a group of people that decide they want to “hang out” together exclusively because that particular group shares the same ideas, values, sport, etc. If you like the Owl Club Ted, stay in it. Just because you are a pompous asshole and treated Judge Alitto like dirt on your shoe at the Senate hearings and accused him of being iniquitous for being a member of his club CAP (Concerned Alumni of Princeton) (which he accepted a short term job with – and was indirectly involved with) , doesn’t mean you should quit your club. What you should do is have some real balls and quit being so PC. Stand up and tell everyone that you like being a Hooty Owl, and if they don’t like it, tough… Maybe they got tired of your dumb ass and threw you out. That’s usually what happened when years ago someone was no longer allowed “in the tree house”. They got kicked out and then told everyone they quit to save face. One of these days there is going to be an uprising in this country that will take us back to normalcy. I’m afraid Mr. Kennedy; you’ll be out of the tree house.

Michael Schaivo To Wed

Share Video and Photos at DropShots.comMichael Schaivo has applied for a marriage license. He plans to marry his long time girlfriend and mother of his two young children. Let's hope for her sake that she included a LIVING WILL as an addendum to her pre-nuptial agreement!

Political Science 101

Political Science is a strange term to most.  Here are some examples in layman’s terms to help you get the gist… Republican:  You have two cows.  Your neighbor has none.  So?  You worked hard for them, you earned them. Democratic:  You have two cows.  Your neighbor has none.  You feel guilty for being successful.  Barbara Streisand sings for you. Socialist:  You have two cows.  The government takes one and gives it to your neighbor.  You form a cooperative to tell him how to manage his cow. Communist:  You have two cows.  The government seizes both of them and provides you with milk.  You wait in line for hours to get it.  It is expensive and sour. Capitalism, American Style:  You have two cows.  You sell one, buy a bull, and build a herd of cows. Bureaucracy, American Style:  You have two cows.  Under the new farm program, the government pays you to shoot one, milk the other, and then pour the milk down the drain. American Corporation:  You have two cows.  You sell one, lease it back to yourself and do an IPO on the 2nd one.  You force the two cows to produce the milk of four cows.  You are surprised when one cow drops dead.  You spin an announcement to the analysts stating you have downsized and are reducing expenses.  Your stock goes up. French Corporation:  You have two cows.  You go on strike because you want three cows.  You go to lunch and drink wine.  Life is good. Japanese Corporation:  You have two cows.  You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk.  They learn to travel on unbelievably crowded trains.  Most are at the top of their class at cow school. German Corporation:  You have two cows.  You engineer them so they are all blonde, drink lots of beer, give excellent quality milk, and run a hundred miles an hour.  Unfortunately, they also demand 13 weeks vacation per year. Italian Corporation:  You have two cows but you don’t know where they are.  While ambling around, you see a beautiful woman.  You break for lunch, life is good. Russian Corporation:  You have two cows.  You have some vodka.  You count them and learn you have five cows.  You have some more vodka.  You count them again and learn you have 42 cows.  The Mafia shows up and takes over however many cows you really have. Taliban Corporation:  You have all the cows in Afghanistan, which are two.  You don’t milk them because you cannot touch any creature’s private parts.  You get a $40 million grant from the US government to find alternatives to milk production, but use the money to purchase weapons. Iraqi Corporation:  You have two cows.  They go into hiding.  They send radio tapes of their mooing. Polish Corporation:  You have two bulls.  Employees are regularly maimed and killed attempting to milk them. Belgian Corporation:  You have one cow.  The cow is schizophrenic.  Sometimes the cow thinks he’s French, other times he’s Flemish.  The Flemish cow won’t share with the French cow.  The French cow wants control of the Flemish cow’s milk.  The cow asks permission to be cut in half.  The cow dies happy. Florida Corporation:  You have a black cow and a brown cow.  Everyone votes for the best looking one.  Some of the people who actually like the brown one accidentally vote for the black one.  Some people vote for both.  Some people vote for neither.  Some people can’t figure out how to vote at all.  Finally, a bunch of guys from out-of-state tell you which one you think is the best looking cow. California Corporation:  You have millions of cows.  They make real California cheese.  Only five speak English.  Most are illegal.  Arnold likes the ones with big udders.

God's Gift To Men

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PEEPING People Watching Redefined

I think we are all inherently people watchers. I know at the mall, or at a busy street corner waiting for a light to change, I will observe the people standing on the other side. I imagine all the vastly different stories and circumstances that made each of those people uniquely who they are. I actually find people watching quietly and personally entertaining. I also imagine what the people looking at me sum me up to be. AND THEN...I ran across this silly little interactive cartoon, and darn it...I cannot help but laugh. I don't quite see people across the way quite the way I used to. Check out this little cartoon from funfromhell.com. When you click the link titled "PEEPING"... move your mouse across the characters on the page. A perfect example that you "cannot judge a book by its cover!" PEEPING

HORRID Child Abuse in Nevada

OH MY GOD!...What goes on in YOUR back yard? Holy Shit! What else can I say? Not to make light of ANY child abuse story, but sadly enough, our news each day across this country usually has a few “normal” cases of child abuse in it. Abductions seem to be on the rise, or maybe we just notice them more because of the fairly new amber alert. Tragic stories of beatings, horrible living conditions, shitty drug addicted parents, etc. are unfortunately fairly common in our news. And, most of the time, it’s “somewhere else” you know…not usually in your own back yard, or your own home town or city. NOT SO TODAY… Reminding me of a really bad horror film, a story broke today in Carson City, NV that in my opinion, should leave these incorrigible parents with at least a life in prison sentence, if not the ‘ole hanging in town square!! Locals noticed a very frail “8 year old girl” in scant clothing pushing a shopping cart full of food & sundries down the street. Officers stopped her, and to everyone’s astonishment; this young lady was only 41pounds of weight and 16 years old! She stated that she had escaped her “prison” and was gathering supplies for her and her little brother and was running away from home! She realized that she might be in some kind of trouble, and begged officers to take her anywhere but home. Officers went to the 3-bedroom 2-bath apartment, and found her 12 year old little brother hiding under the bed. He looked like a 3-5 year old, also badly malnourished. These children had been kept locked in a bathroom FOR THE LAST FIVE YEARS. It appalls me and sickens me that this can even happen in today’s age. Both parents and another relative have been arrested on $100,000 bail. The children have been taken out of the home with no chance of parents having any contact with them. The parents stated (if you can believe this shit) that the children were locked up because they “had a bad habit of stealing food”. This is a breaking story still, but our local news stated tonight on air KOLO News Story that a bank account to help these children will be opened Monday, January 23, 2006 at our local Bank Of America. I certainly intend to send them money. If any of my readers should respond with an interest in donating to these poor kids, I will e-mail them personally, and will also make another posting later with complete details on how to help them or donate to this account. KRNV Video Story GOD SAVE OUR CHILDREN!!

Size DOES Matter

Share Video and Photos at DropShots.com Sorry guys... SIZE DOES MATTER... BUT, you'll all be very happy to know that there is a HUGE span of acceptable sizes for women. I suppose too in order to be "fair and balanced"; any man looking at this cartoon that is offended might also say, "Hey lady... look at your fat ass! Maybe mine would be bigger if yours was smaller..."

Clarence Ray Allen

Share Video and Photos at DropShots.com There is a lot of controversy surrounding this execution. People in this country (especially the liberal left) make the death penalty out to be such a horrid thing. It's not. This man did irredeemable things, and just because it's been 23 years since he did it, his sentence was still given by a judge and jury of his peers...even upheld by a higher court. My opinion is certainly not worth much, but I do know it's shared by millions of Americans that are tired of the liberal direction in which our country is going. People need to learn that if you do bad enough things, you will die for your deeds. And, we don't need to support these people for 23 years until they pay for their crimes. Follow this link Clarence Allen Story for an article describing that execution... As I said, my opinion isn't worth much, but you will find the article linked above gives a very "fair and balanced" accounting of the whole ordeal...

Midget And The Horse Twat

To all the beloved midgets and / or hair lipped people in our universe.  We truly do laugh with you not at you…  (By the way… my girlfriend who owns our “local watering hole” is in desperate search for male midget strippers for her next birthday party… e-mail to apply :o)  This is an old joke, but I swear I laugh over and again every time I read it.  I must share it with you! A guy calls his buddy the horse rancher, and says he’s sending a friend over to look at a horse he has for sale.  His buddy asks, “How will I recognize him?” “That’s easy”, the rancher replies.  “He’s a midget hair lip.  He has a speech impediment.” So, the midget shows up, and the guy asks him if he’s looking for a male or female horse.  “A female horth”, the midget replies. So, the rancher shows him a prized filly.  “Nith looking horth.  Can I thee her eyeth?” So the guy picks up the midget and he gives the horse’s eyes the once over. “Nith eyeth, can I see her earzth?”  So the rancher picks up the little fella up again and shows him the horse’s ears.  “Nith earzth, can I see her mouf?” The rancher is getting pretty ticked off by this point, but he picks him up again and shows him the horse’s mouth.  “Nice mouf, can I see her twat?” Totally mad as hell at this point, the rancher grabs him under his arms and rams the midget’s head as far as he can up the horse’s twat, pulls him out and slams him on the ground. The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing.  “Perhapth I should rephrase that; Can I see her wun awound a widdlebit?”

Who's Yo Daddy?

OK, I promised you Redneck Humor.  I happen to originally be from the Great State of Texas, but even I take the shit with a smile.  There’s a lot to give.  It’s regrettable that these are not jokes, but actual statements.  The following excerpts are ACTUAL statements taken from Child Support applications at the Child Support / Welfare Agency offices in the section of the form listing father’s details.  When a person applies to the State for State supported child support garnishments, it is the duty of that department to attempt to find the father and find out why he is not paying his child support.  Texan women answered the “Who’s Yo Daddy” question this way: Regarding the identity of the father of my twins, child A was fathered by Mr. X (I didn’t want to put actual names in this posting).  I am unsure as to the identity of the father of child B, but I believe that he was conceived on the same night. I am unsure as to the identity of the father of my child as I was being sick out of a window when taken unexpectedly from behind.  I can provide you with a list of names of men that I think were at the party if this helps. I do not know the name of the father of my little girl.  She was conceived at a party at 3600 Grand Ave. where I had unprotected sex with a man that I met that night.  I do remember that the sex was so good that I fainted.  If you do manage to track down the father, can you send me his phone number?  Thanks. I don’t know the identity of the father of my daughter.  He drives a BMW that now has a hole made by my stiletto in one of the door panels.  Perhaps you can contact one of the BMW service stations in this area and see if he’s had it replaced. I have never had sex with a man.  I am still a Virginian.  I am awaiting a letter from the Pope confirming that my son’s conception was immaculate and that he is Christ risen again. I cannot tell you the name of child A’s dad as he informs me that to do so would blow his cover and have cataclysmic implications for the economy.  I am torn between doing right by you and right by the country.  Please advise. I do not know who the father of my child was as all blacks look the same to me. Mr. X (again a real name protected in this post) is the father of child A.  If you do catch up with him, can you ask him what he did with my AC/DC CD’s?  Child B who was also born at the same time…well I don’t have a clue. From the dates, it seems that my daughter was conceived at Disney World; maybe it really is the Magic Kingdom.   So much about that night is a blur.  The only thing I remember for sure is Delia Smith did a program about eggs earlier in the evening.  If I’d stayed in and watched more TV rather than going to the party at 146 Miller Dr., mine might have stayed unfertilized.   I am unsure as to the identity of the father of my baby, after all when you eat a can of beans you can’t be sure which one made you fart. Yes indeed great Americans.  These people are your example of your TAX DOLLARS at work.  I say, “Vote to keep abortion legal…so these dim bulbs do not reproduce!”

The 9-11 HOAX Q33 NY

OK…I admit, I get a lot of really interesting e-mails, and I am immediately inspired by some of those e-mails that “strike me” as odd, inspirational, really funny, or moving in any way to post the information on my blog and share it with you, the world.  I’m sure I have, or will make mistakes too and be too hasty to post something “cool”.  I’m sure a lot of you got this e-mail, and at first read, it’s “creepy”.  The Microsoft Word application mentioned at the end actually DOES WORK.  I encourage you to try it just for fun.  However, the content seems to be a hoax.  I will print the e-mail here as it was forwarded to me, and then the link that claims to prove the information a hoax.  You decide for yourself.  Just pretend I’m Bill O’Reilly…this is a “fair and balanced” report… This story involves fact that is stranger than fiction, and lists various coincidences of the number 11 that allegedy occurred on that day.   New York City has 11 letters. Afghanistan has 11 letters Ramzi Yousef (the terrorist who masterminded the Twin Towers in 1993) has 11 letters. George W. Bush has 11 letters. New York was the 11th state. The first plane that crashed into the Twin Towers was flight number 11. Flight 11 was carrying 92 passengers, adding this number 9+2 = 11. Flight number 77, which also hit the towers was carrying 65 passengers, again 6+5 = 11. The tragedy was on September 11th, or 9-11.  Adding 9+1+1 = 11.   The date is equal to the emergency phone number 911, again, 9+1+1 = 11.   The total number of passengers inside the planes are 254: 2+4+4 = 11.   The day September 11th is the 254th day of the year:  2+5+4 = 11.   After September 11th there are 111 days left in the year.   The tragedy in Madrid happened 911 days after the tragedy of the Twin Towers. Since America is typically represented by and Eagle, Saddam and Bin Laden should have read up on their Muslim passages.  The following verse is from the Quran (The Islamic / Muslim Bible) Chapter 9 Verse 11:  “For it is written that a son of Arabia would awaken a fearsome eagle.  The wrath of the Eagle would be felt throughout the lands of Allah.  While some of the people trembled in despair, still more rejoiced; for the wrath of the Eagle cleansed the lands of Allah, and there was peace.” NOTE:  The verse number! FINALLY:  This is REALLY FREAKISH… Open up a blank Word document. Type Q33 NY in capital letters (This is the flight number of the first plane to hit the World Trade Center gate. Highlight Q33 NY.  Change the font size to 48. Change the actual font to Wingdings.  CHECK OUT THE FREAKY RESULTS!! As crazy as all this sounds, (appears to be a really amazing compilation of freaky facts…) it seems it is not probably true. (The wingdings example is pretty freaky).  Follow this link to Hoax-Slayer.com and read the real facts as they are presented there… http://www.hoax-slayer.com/wingdings-911.html.

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