Friday, August 29, 2008

Finally!!!

Damn, I've been waiting for this day for about 6 years. You have no idea how pumped I am right now! Check out the new AC/DC single. Classic AC/DC. If you're an AC/DC fan you'll appreciate it. If not, you probably won't. This just made my day... Fuck yeah!

I'll be baking in the desert for the next few days. Hope everyone has a great weekend! I know I will...

Thursday, August 28, 2008

I'm Baaack!

In keeping with CD's mantra for the last few post's. I will post one of my own.



Not that I condone that kind of behavior ; )
But don't it sound like the DNC convention this week?

Oh man...

Oh man, this poster got me through the seventh grade. Maybe the eighth grade too. Sorry for the socks stuck to the wall Mom!

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Damn...

Well, yeah!

DUH!

The Fall Guy was the shit back then. What the hell was I supposed to do?

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Revelations...

Here's something for you Marty... You're a complete asshole and there's no question about it. You are a fucking idiot! The proof is in the pudin'...

When did "they" rig that building?

Are you phucking kidding me? Marty? I liked you in Apocolypse Now, but you are completely delirious with this rhetoric. You are simply a dumbass of massive proportions. Idiot.

You liberals never cease to amaze me with your bullshit conspiracy theories and your empty rhetoric.

I guess Genius is not in your vocabulary or your understanding...

Listen to the GENIUS speak;



Asshole!

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Forts...

This one made me laugh until my eyes were swollen. I couldn't stop laughing, as it brought back some killer memories growing up as a kid and building forts. Damn, I'm still woozy from all the flashback memories and the hysterical laughter...

The earliest fort I can remember building was one out of boxes and sheets to hide from the baby sitter. I was probably seven or eight years old. My Dad always gave us pointers on how to build it right too. Trap-sheets and the works had Cindy (insert fantasy baby sitter action here...) getting caught up in our ambushes. Not because she was mean or anything, but because it was really fun building forts and she wore us out to the point where lights were out by the time Mom and Dad got home from bowling. Did I mention she was hot?

As we got older, we progressed to canyon missions with "Rambo Knives", BB Guns, C-Rations (with the yummy stale Lucky Strikes) and an e-tool. Boy, those were some good times. Cactus in the boots and/or elbows, finding porno mags all around our bottles and cans we were zappin with the BB guns, shootin' birds off the cables, comin' home smelling like cigatettes, and ready for dinner and bed.

Sorry for the added grey hairs Mom! :-) I love you!

I sure wish I could re-live those days. They were the best! Thanks to the dipshits that keep ruining this shitty state, those old forts are now AC and concrete, fast-food ghettos, crack houses and haven's for the leetches that "do the work Americans don't wanna do..."

Kalifornia phuckin' sucks!

I remember hiding from the Border Patrol M*A*S*H* chopper when they thought we were wetbacks ‘cause we were decked out in our over-sized camo's and face-paint. It was really fun running and hiding from the Border Patrol back then, but in hindsight we were just wasting their time. Sorry guys. If you only knew now...

Forts rule!

Yeah, I know I go off on tangents sometimes, and this is one of them. This one brought back a too many memories to STFU.

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Monday, August 25, 2008

Weekend Re-Cap

As you may well be aware, I would never condone such illegal behavior, but this one that I stole from hammer pretty much helps me sum up the weekend...

Friday jammin', Saturday booger-eatin'-fest with only one good band, and a relaxing Sunday huntin' bass.

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Those of you who know me are well aware I would never condone such illegal activities, but for some reason this came to mind and it friggin' cracks me up everytime I hear it and/or see it.



Desert bound this weekend. I can't wait. Friday 5pm can't come quick enough. I might have to cut out of work a little early on Friday. It's gonna be hotter and wetter than Chris Matthews at a Curious George rally out there so I might just wake up early Saturday and hit the road. Yeah right. Friday night it is! Debate over!

It's never too hot to make the trip though. Blazin' sun, cold beer, explosions, thunder storms, fireworks, good friends and late-night campfire jams. There isn't much more I really want out of life than what's packed into these great Labor Day weekends

Yeah, I know I'm bitter and clining' but that's just how I do...

Hold down the fort Paul...

Keepin' The Blues Alive...

Saw these guys last night in the PetCo parking lot. What a bitchen show. Damn, it was funny as hell to see the college kooks clear the house when they came on. Oh man, I know I was in my twenties at one time, but I'm so fucking glad those stupid days are over with. We went to see the band, and that it. Their show kicked ass!



Damn. What a great performance. The Black Keys tore PetCo up! What a killer show. The sound was crazy for a two-piece band. Everything meshed together and sounded like it was a four-piece. The technitions were on their game for sure.

We woke up early today and headed down to Vail Lake. I've been skunked at S.P. the last couple of times, so I wasn't expecting much here. Boy, was I wrong!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Hit after hit after hit. They were hungry today and they were buying what I was sellin'. The Soup Of The Day was light colors in the light sun. Hit, hit, hit! Too much fun!

This is the first one of the day:
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Bob fought like a MF! At this point we were down on the south end of the lake. The birds were chirpin and huntin' too, so it was obvious that the fish were gonna strike some swim bait this time. What's funny is that it was about 100 degrees and bass usually aren't mackin around those temps. I guess today was a little different, huh? Great day man...

Too much fun!

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The shit-talkin' finally stopped after Z landed this guy. I was hoping for shit-talkin' all day and a ropage of mass destruction, dammit! Next time it' RBD's...

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Afterwards we popped into Texas Lil's in Old Town Temecula and had lunch. The food was delicious and the eye candy was even better. Texas Tea sealed the deal and made my day full circle.

If you're ever in Old Town Temecula, may I suggest Texas Lil's???? The food is good, the drinks are stiff, and the company is compatable.

BTW, fuck you David Letterman! You are one of the biggest doooschbags carrying the cross for the Black Jimmah... Suck a dick Dave! While you're at it, tell Curious George to go fuck himself too. Asshole.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Mid-Life Crisis III: A New Beginning

This blog needs some good news. But first and foremost, my respect to kerrcarto and his family. Kerrcarto, this, too shall pass my brother.

This is the third and final installment of the Mid-Life Crisis series...Thank God!

After I graduated from the University of North Texas, I moved to Waxahachie. I was hired as a production manager for a small manufacturing company down in Ennis. Within a couple of months I had befriended my top customer's representative in Seattle and so the long-distance relationship began. One thing led to another, and I moved to Seattle within less than a year of employment at my first real job (she got pregnant...oops). We married in 1999; Samuel was born soon after, and we bought the house I just sold last week. I've lived here almost 10 years: I was married here; had two kids (Samuel and Cora); all while managing a successful career in the aerospace industry and achieving my graduate degree. And then, divorced here, subsequently overhauling my career from manufacturing to real estate with two little ones under my wings. Stress. I've also gained 40 fucking pounds, and have toured the fires of hell and depression. But I've also had some kick-ass times intertwined in between...too many fun stories to tell...but a lot of pain that's hard to understand at the same time...

It is time to move on and get back into shape; this time, on my terms.

Some of life's odysseys have happy endings and, honestly, I didn't think this one would work. But, I think it did after all. My two beloved children are now home after a long summer with their mom, and just in time because I wrapped up the negotiations on my house the evening prior to their arrival. While I did not earn what I wanted for my house with regards to net proceeds, I earned just enough to close this chapter of my life. Its bittersweet. Hell, I'm fortunate and slightly smart because a lot of people are upside down in their homes.

I was granted early occupancy and so we start moving this afternoon. I sign on Tuesday; my house closes on Wednesday, and my new house closes on Thursday. Meanwhile, the kids and I will be down in the San Jose, CA area for my cousin's wedding and returning September 2nd. Then, Cora starts kindergarten, and Samuel advances to 4th grade. Big daddy starts life's next chapter in a new house on a golf course to boot! Talk about having your cake and eating it, too.

To my ex-wife...who's laughing now, bitch?! I'm not the fat loser you've called me all these years. I'm a respectable father, a professional, a good neighbor, and a gottagetdrunkfirst contributor. Hell yeah! Go slither back under a rock.

Cheers everybody! This is my moment.

Next stop: 190 lbs. and back in college swimming form! Behold, the Fat-o-Meter blog series begins. Be back in about 10 days. Later.

Friday, August 22, 2008

Friday August 22, 2008 3:16pm CDT

Gwendolyn Jane Craft went to be with her Lord and Maker today. She has slipped the surly bonds of earth. She is free from her wheelchair and the Multiple Sclerosis that bound her to it for over 27 years. Now running and jumping without a care in the world.


That is my mom in the background. Smiling as usual as the she sees her grandchildren dressed for themselves the first time.
She will be sorely missed.



I think that is all that needs to be said.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

180

12 hrs later a complete 180. They put the treach tube in and within 15 minutes she came around. Fucking idiot doctor did not have her on any kind of assisted breathing. The chest infection was not allowing her to get good respiration and her lungs were filling up with CO2 hence she was getting no oxygen to her blood. She actually stopped breathing this morning for about two minutes. Then they put a fucking C-pap machine on and that helped minimally. When the doctor came in this morning about fucking 8:30 he had the balls to say, and I qoute "This is not the same lady I left last night." Well no shit dickhead! I don't need your shitty attempts at humor right now just fix the fucking problem. He suggested putting in the breathing tube. Nice call shit for brains. Why didn't you try that about 2:00 this morning when she could not breath on her own instead of a fucking sleep apnia machine! I wanted to throttle the fucker. After they inserted the treach and started giving her O2 everything turned around. She became cognisant and recognized people and would answer questions with head shakes or nods. Thanks to doctor dipshit she had to have an MRI brain scan done to make sure that she did not damage her brain from lack of oxygen. We will not get those results until tomorrow but from the way she was responding to us I don't think she has any long term affects.

Thank all of you from the bottom of my heart for your thoughts and prayers today they were answered. This morning I thought I was going to have to watch my mom die. But thanks to the skilled nurses and everyone's prayers she is not out of the forest yet, but a least we escaped the big bad wolf today!

And to Erica, you got the best expression from my mom. My sister said something to the effect that she bets that mom has a coast to coast prayer chain going and I told her "Oh I guaranty she does. She has a full blooded jewish lady in Sheepshead Bay praying for her so God had to listen." She almost spit out the tube. The smile on her face was a mile wide.

Again my sincerest thank yous to every one. I will advise of events as they occur.

Update 11:20 cdt: Dr. Dipshit is officially off the case. I just got back from the hospital and she is sleeping like a baby. We have our work cut out for us but things seem to be turning around. I am on a 20 hour no sleep bender. Again thank you all. My mom is a fighter, she has battled this demon before and won. The only difference this time is she is 57 and has been fighting Multiple Sclerosis for over 27 years. She has a strong will to live and an unwavering faith in God. Isaiah 40:31 is what that she puts faith in.

But those who wait upon the LORD will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint

She WILL pull through.

Not Good

I was awoke this morning at 3am by the pounding on my front door. It was the Sheriff telling me I needed to call my Dad. My mom took a turn for the worse about 1:00 am. They now have her on a breathing machine and are taking her down to have an MRI. She is no longer there though. Completely un-responsive. I think we are just biding our time a this point. Send all the prayers you got for Gwen Craft she sure could use them now.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Shitty Day

Ever had one of those days that everything just turned to shit? Well yesterday was one of those days for me. I woke up got out of bed and was performing my usual routine when it felt like a brick fell from my throat and landed in the bottom of my stomach. I spent the rest of the day pissing yellow bile out my ass. It was great. I think I ate a total of one bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios that promptly made an oncore performance into the bathtub next to the toilet. It got to the point that I could no longer even wipe about 1:00 it was pat it dry time. I longed for the days when the kids were in diapers I sure could have used some baby wipes about then. I must have taken 15 showers yesterday. Today my asshole sparkles like the Hope Diamond.

Then to top it off my dad calls me about 11:00 am and informed me that he and my mom are at the Emergency Room getting my mom looked at. She has been sick for the last few days and they finally went in. The sawbone checked her into ICU for monitoring. I almost shit my pants (which would not have been a hard thing to do) when Dad called me and relayed the news. ICU! WTF? Turns out they wanted to put her in IMU which is not as scary as hearing ICU but still I don't like having my mom in the hospital in any capacity. Her problem is she has MS and cannot cough the phlegm up, so any kind of chest infection for her easily turns to pneumonia. In that case I would rather have her where she can have 24/7 monitoring and can get plenty of help. I am going up to see her in just a few minutes. I will get the same old talk I get anytime either one of them has been in the hospital. "You can't help me standing around in here. Go back to work and take care of business and don't be calling everyone in the family freaking them out. Now get out of here." I'm gonna go get some flowers and see how she is doing.

I fucking hate hospitals. But I will endure 30 minutes or so for my mom.
Maybe they can tell me what is wrong with my asshole while I am there.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Flashbacks, Take Two...

Erica, you just slammed a pack of memories into these things I like to refer to as "cells". The flashbacks are too intense, but I can still maintain...

I can already see you glued to the TV like I was. Jan Hammer was a kickass composer, and Don Johnson/Phillip Michael Thomas weren't the greatest actors in the world, but as a little kid I was hooked and the explosions and cheesy gun fire were good enough.

The Theme Song kicks some ass, I don't care who you are...



BTW, you dudes can thank me for the motion boobage and ass-shake-age at a later time. Preferrably over a pitcher o' brew...

Don't mind this cheesy B-rated acting, but I had to throw it in. It's too funny not to. Have a good week folks!

Monday, August 18, 2008

He's Alive!

Yes, CD & kerrcarto, I'm alive. goof balls. It has been really hectic around here, but there have been some major developments. The final Mid-Life Crisis post forthcoming. In the meantime, pound sand.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Awesome Day...

I love Sunday's. For some reason it seems like everything comes together like it's supposed to. The only drawback that I can find about Sundays is the fact that at about this time every Sunday (9:30 PST) I start to realize that I have to hit the daily grind for the next five days and funtime is over...

Dammit! Where does the time go?

Went to a 'going away party' for my best friend's younger brother last night. Good times. It was a good turn-out, lot's of chicks, and we played drunken music until two in the morning. I know I tied one on last night because this morning I woke up on the patio couch with a a shitload of itchy bites (fuckin' spiders) and a Coors Light spilled on my crotch. WTF?? Coors Light? Shit! I guess after a few too many shots of Ta-kill-ya, I think I'm a jock or something? Coors Light? I'm sure glad no one was taking pictures, or at least I hope they weren't. Coors Light?

While the hungover folks were trying to recover this morning, I thought I would take Trooper for a walk. Me having two little hellion cats, I forgot how fun it is to take a dog for a walk. Well, who am I trying to kid? It's more like Trooper took me for a walk! He is one badass Dobie! He's on the charge the entire time! I have to lean back with all my weight just to try and slow this guy down! His nails are digging into the sidewalk, and he's on a serious mission to piss on everything even when he's out of ammo. He is hands down the coolest dog I have ever had the pleasure to meet. Z got him when he was two years old, and Trooper and I have been buddies from the start. I only wish he could come camping with us more often...

After the walk and some breakfast, I shot down to my folks' house to make sure that Dad wasn't doing the shit that I knew he was gonna do. Pops isn't happy unless he's working. He was going to mow the lawn and vaccumm the pool for cryin' out loud! Two fucking days after checking out of the ICU! Are you kidding me?

Not on my watch Dad! That's why you have two sons! WTF? Being stubborn and foolish must run in the genes, because I would be doing the same thing. He's actually come to terms with his situation, and I can guarantee you that my Mom is on top of all this shit! Dad isn't going to get away with anything!

I had a great time with my folks today. I hung out with the family 'till about 5:30, shot back to my house, grabbed my rod and tackle (get yer mind out of the gutter, perverts), a six pack o' beer, a fat doob and headed down to SP. Within 10 minutes Z had a nice bass landed. It was bitchen! It's always bitchen seeing a buddy roping a nice fish. Especially when it's launchin' out of the water! One of these times I'm gonna sit there with a beer and my camera and get an action shot.

It's so much fun I can't believe the liberals haven't banned it yet...

I got skunked today, and that's okay. I only lost two swimbaits and I had a blast! More importantly, I caught a great buzz. My day was full circle. What the heck more could I ask for? I love Sundays!

Here's the fish o' the day. Nice bass Z...

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This is Trooper the badass devil Dog... He said to say "what's up!"

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btw Z, what's up with the tactical fishing shirt and tactical fishing watch? Can you scream, "here we are" any louder?

Pretty stealthy there dude... BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAA!

I love Sundays!

Saturday, August 16, 2008

WANTED! Dead or alive...

Sorry ladies, this has nothing to do with Bon Jovi. This one's dedicated to Paul who happens to be MIA at the moment.

According to my sources and the intel coming in at light-speeed, Paul has been spotted in Arlen buying a shitload of Shiners and tackle, and speaking in code...

Our crack-team of de-coders is still working on the translation.

Will advise when de-coded.

Friday, August 15, 2008

Maybe he's just busy.

Maybe Paul is just busy hanging out with Ernest Borgnine. BWAAHAHAHAHAA!

Where's Paul Doh?

Hey Paul, WTF over?

Either you are re-locating right now and don't have internet access, or you are on some kind of kickass fishing vacation that you didn't tell me or kerrcarto about. Either way, that is no excuse for not posting anything for days...

If it's the latter, I'm really gonna be pissed, dude.

10 Buck$ goes to who ever can find Paul Doh in this pictoon.

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Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Fucked Up Day!

This is long and drawn out, and serves no other purpose except to get it off my chest. It's been a long fucking day...

I wanted to start this off with something creative, but I'm too fucking exhausted and burned out for anything except from-the-hip-typing so here it is. Forgive my spelling of medical terminology, but I never fucking went to Med School and I really don't give a fuck right now! In fact, my medical terminology might be askew too, but I don't give a fuck about that either!

My Dad had a heart attack last night. It was a "mild" heart attack (whatever the fuck that means) and my Mom didn’t even call me until I was climbing out of bed for work this morning. WTF? My folks have always asked me to leave my cell phone on 24/7 in case of an emergency or if they needed to get ahold of me right away. I guess this wasn't an emergency? Again, WTF?

I got up in a panic to find my wallet, phone, knife, smokes, keys and whatever shit I'm used to having in my pockets on a daily basis and I hauled ass down to the hospital only to have to weave my way through hords of Mexicans in the lobby and up to the ICU. By the time I arrived, they were already getting him ready to head down for an Angiogram. I only got to see him for about 10 minutes before they hauled him away. Damn that was hard seeing my Dad with tubes and wires all hooked up to him and beeps and noises coming from the EKG and other computerized shit in the room. It was really hard for me to keep it together and try to be strong for my Dad. And my Mom. I've never seen my Dad in that kind of shape; depressed, down for the count and on his way to the unknown room of many different possibilities, whether good or bad. I remember when I was about 12 or 13 years old and he cut his thumb off on the table saw and calmly said to my Mom, "Honey, I need you to take me to the emergency room. I just cut my thumb off." That was amazing to me! It blew me away! It still does. I don't know his disposition when my Mom hauled his ass to the ER, but I know he was just trying to stay strong in front of us boys. I could see the depressed worry in his eyes today, but he was crackin' jokes and asking me about fishing and my job and shit. It just dawned on me that he was trying to stay strong for my Mom and me, so we didn't worry too much. We were trying to stay strong for him. We were all thinking and worrying about the same things but couldn't show it, or I guess...didn't show it. We were all scared. Fuck, I still am!

My Dad has always been the calm, strong Dad who always put his family first, even before himself. To the day, he still does. There he was in a vulnerable position, not knowing WTF kind of situation he was in, scared to death, and he was more concerned with the concern in the eyes of my Mom and me. I never even got to meet his Dad. My Grandfather died of a heart attack when my Dad was nine years old. His only male influences were the neighborhood Dads that took him in and raised him to be the great man that he is today. My Dad is the biggest hero I know and will ever know! I can only hope to be as big of a man as he has been for these 36 years of my existance in this fucked up world!

Back to the hospital:

The hour or so that it took for the Angiogram seemed like an eternity. I must've smoked a half a pack waiting for the results. It didn't help any that the waiting room was filled with loud, obnoxious wetbacks talking at the tops of their lungs on cell phones. I couldn't even retain a consious thought with all the jibberish and the double-digit screaming anchor babies in the room. I just wanted to explode and scream, "STFU! This isn't a pinata party putos! It's a gotdamn hospital and you're not the only ones in here! Some of us actually pay taxes for you scumbags to come here and rape our system! Take your fucking pinata party about 8 miles south and go fuck yourselves! FUCK YOU!"

Finally Dr. _______ comes out and tells us that my Dad's rear artery of his heart is hardened and clogged, and that the Stints (sp?) couldn't even be inserted into said artery. I don't know shit about medical terminology or much about medicine, so I'm just sitting there trying to hear this guy over the Little Tijuana waiting room I was trapped in, and try to understand WTF he was saying. Doctor dude...Just fucking tell me that my Dad is going to be alright! At least speak to me like I'm ignorant about the whole procedure, because I am fucking ignorant about the whole procedure! Just the specifics would be nice.

So they have him on some medication to increase the flow of blood to/from his heart and he’s on 24 hour observation for the night. If everything checks out good, he’s going to be able to go home tomorrow. Then, in two weeks he has to come back for a “Stress Test” on his heart. If they see no signs of improvement, he’s going to have to get by-pass surgery. One thing the Doc kept stressing was that they don't just do by-passes on a whim. It's kinda like a last resort type of thing because of the possible complications.

On top of all this, he has a mild case of Emphysema, so if you have any good prayers to spare, my Dad and my family sure could use a few right about now.

After my Dad woke up we chatted for a while and he told us all, “Just go home; there’s nothing you can do, so go home. I want to get some sleep!” I told him that I wanted to stay and hang out with him and he said, "What? You wanna watch me sleep? Go home."

That right there was a good sign, because that’s how my Dad has always been…Ornery, stern and stubborn. It was good to see the fire in him! I guess the gun-toting, beer-drinking, liberal-bashing mad-fisherman doesn’t fall far from the ol’ tree huh?

I’m gonna go into work for a few hours tomorrow and then go hang out with him once they start letting visitors into the ICU around 9 a.m. I wanted to bring him some Playboy’s, but that’s probably not a good idea for a man with a heart condition. Maybe I’ll pick him up a couple Western Outdoor News and Guns & Ammo magazines. The only thing he wanted today was the Sports page out of the paper so he could check the fish reports. I love this man!!

This is me and Dad at Lake Miramar a couple years ago. I've never had a better day in my life than a day fishin' with my Pops!

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If you made it this far, thank you for listening. I just had to get this shit off my chest. Now it's time for some Patron and then my pillow.

No war for oil?

Unless you have been living under a rock. Or are just oblivious to world events. You have heard that Russia has invaded Georgia. What is the reason you ask. Oil, pure and simple. Russia wants to control all oil leaving the area.

Georgia in association with other countries in the area went against the will of the Russians and built the Baku-Tbilisi-Ceyhan pipeline (which the Russians might have tried to bomb last week but missed). It connects Baku, Tbilisi and Cehan. Notice on the map the old pipe line (blue) that runs through Russia and the BTC (green) pipline that now does not. Ya think that pissed the Russians Off?



Now the reason that is important is that before this pipeline was built all oil and natural gas had to go through Russia. The Caspian Sea lies above one of the world's largest groups of oil and gas fields. Since the Caspian Sea is landlocked, the transportation of oil to Western markets is complicated. During Soviet times, all transportation routes from the Caspian region went through Russia. After the collapse of the Soviet Union the newly freed nations wanted to capitalize on the oil rich region. So they started looking at a route for the pipleine.

Turkey called for any energy transportation from Azerbaijan to go through Turkey, saying that was the safest route. But the choice of a route through Turkey meant that the pipline had to run through either Armenia or Georgia. Armenia however was politically inconvenient. So the route through Georgia was chosen. This really pissed the Russians off.

The BTC pipeline project gained momentum following the Ankara Declaration, adopted by President of Azerbaijan Heydar Aliyev, President of Georgia Eduard Shevardnadze, President of Kazakhstan Nursultan Nazarbayev, President of Turkey Süleyman Demirel, and President of Uzbekistan Islom Karimov. The declaration was witnessed by the United States Secretary of Energy Bill Richardson, who expressed strong support for the BTC pipeline.

WTF a lib supported an oil pipeline?

The Georgians are now calling on the west for help, and we should, after all they helped us in Iraq. Unfourtunatly the Russians know that Georgia cannot do diddly-shit if they invade them. They also know that if the G7 try to sanction them all they have to do is turn a valve and Europe will start to run dry and that the US has no military options against them. Why use nuclear weapons when you can control the one thing that the west needs…oil?

So where are all the bleeding heart libs with their cries NO WAR FOR OIL!! I guess it is ok for Russia to invade a sovereign nation and try to take it's oil. But if the United States over throws a dictator to free a nation it is EVIL. But I am not surprised. Nor should any of you be.

Fuck it let's just start throwing some nukes around.

Lemme Raise A Toast To AZ And The MCDC

Okay you pansy liberals, I know you really don't give a shit about ILLEGALS crossing North onto our soils ILLEGALLY, so you might as well hit the fucking "BACK" button. You aren't going to like the proof in the pudding here... Hell, this is going to piss you off because The Fence is apparently working in AZ. Good for Arizona! I raise my glass to you!!! Now all we need is more Border Patrol Agents and more intelligent Americans to step up to the plate!

I know you like to label MC/DC as a group of redneck racist assholes, but you have it backwards. That's expected, and the foreshadowing of the articles you douchebags write is transparent! That's a given. What baffles me is when you try to convince people that "The Fence" isn't going to do anything to keep these ILLEGAL aliens from breaking OUR laws tapping OUR system and yes...

...Entering OUR country ILLEGALLY!

You libs have it so fucking backwards! It would be funny if it weren't so gotdamn pathetic!

Like I said, you libtards may as well hit the "BACK" button, 'cause this is gonna make your bung pucker a little more than it already is. You can't handle the fucking truth!



Now c'mon folks... Join the MC/DC today and help STOP illegal immigration!

If you're so inclined you can find them here. It's only $50 bucks. This is a small price to pay for the volunteers organizing and pulling some weight on these musters, and a smaller price to pay to help stop this complete debacle (a.k.a.) the wetback invasion...

Mind you, this is coming from an SPF...

Monday, August 11, 2008

Monday Night Flashbacks

Oh man, I don't know WTF made me think of this, but I used to be glued to the TV eating popcorn with my older brother and my Dad every Saturday night watching thes guys do the impossible. Rocky Road ice cream was the kicker for the grand finale' which was always shoot-'em-up explosive cool shit.

Even back then the gratuitous car flippin' scenes were cheesy, but still cool as hell. It would be pretty cool to go Back To The Future... and revisit those times again.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Jealous Much?


Have a good Saturday. I know I will.

One For Kerrcarto...

Dude if you don't go tomorrow, I'm really gonna be pissed! Fishin' is one of man's simple pleasures in life. Bring yer boy with ya and have a kickass time!

This one's for you, brother...



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This post is not responsible for you being in the dog house. It's merely a suggestion and is not intended to provoke mayhem in any way.

Sometimes a man just has to go fishin'...

Update:
This is the one I was really looking for. I just got ahead of myself.



Go fishin' dude...

Updated Update:

I'm fuckin drunk and fired up so here's one to get you motivated to kick some ass and take some names:



Fuck yeah!

Sorry, but I'm drunk and on an AC/Dc trip. Deal wit it...



Yeah I'm loaded right now so bear with me... I swear this is the last one... I swear!



Can't I just rock in peace?

Okay, so I lied! This riff was too good to pass up... Sue me!

Malcolm never gets credit for his rockin' rhythm. Phil Rudd doesn't either. They are the glue, dammit!



Okay, I'm really done now. Not in the sense of being done YouTubin' but done postin'. You're welcome non-rockers! Sorry, I'm just a rocker....

Brittney's in it to win it.

I bet you didn't know Britney Spears is running for president too.


Bass Ropage

Bad Deal-
Shit! This is the first time getting skunked at the SP. I lost about four swim-baits tonight, dammit! Two in the logs and two in the toolie's. Maybe another one or two on the bottom. Fuck, I just realized how many I lost tonight! So goes it I guess huh?

We weren't there for five minutes before Zangus landed a fighter bass! What a sight to see! It was like a fresh-water Marlin or something! He was doing backflips and bouncin' all over the place before he got landed! I should've had the video rollin', but as a fellow slacker I forgot!

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I got skunked tonight, but it's always good to see a brother hook up.

Nice fuckin' fish dude...

Friday, August 8, 2008

Are you ready for some Footballllllllllll???????!!!!!!!

If you could care less about football, then don't bother with this post...

Its time kids. The NFL 2008 season is finally here! Preseason Week 1 has already started. The New York Giants are the defending Super Bowl Champs, and the Dallas Cowboys are poised to knock the Giants off that glass house! Nevermind the fact that Dallas has not won a playoff game since 1996. But the Cowboys now have the best team in place since their Super Bowl runs during the 1990s. The Cowboys now have the offensive speed the team has desperately needed (Felix Jones), and we now have some serious serious depth in our secondary (Mike Jenkins and Adam Jones). I believe these three acquisitions represent the missing components. The team is now complete. They should make the run. If they can't do it this year, then Tom Landry will turn in his grave.

Speaking of Super Bowls, listen up children, the NFC East has now gathered 11...count 'em...11 Super Bowl crowns, and Dallas owns 5 of them. That's right bitches! That's why we're called the "Beast of the East." Thank the good Lord Jerry Jones didn't allow the NFL to remove the Cowboys from the NFC East when the league restructured a few years ago. The NFC East rivalries are unmatched in all of professional sports. The Dallas Cowboys, Pittsburgh Steelers, and San Francisco 49ers have a combined 15 Super Bowls! How you like dem apples?!!

There is no doubt that da Boyz are poised for another Super Bowl run. And! This is the last season at Texas Stadium, which makes this year very very special for all of us Cowboys fans and Dallas natives such as myself. We could potentially see an NFC Championship at Texas Stadium! How sweet would that be? My NFC Championship pick: Cowboys/Vikings.

My Super Bowl pick: Cowboys/Chargers. Why the Chargers? They're more mature; they've made some pretty good offseason moves, they have probably the best running game in the NFL behind Minnesota, Rivers is getting much much better, and the AFC elites like New England and Indy are weakening. So its time for San Diego to crank that shit up! Right, CharlieDelta??!! AFC Championship pick: Chargers/Jacksonville

Now. Time to rub it in...



And for all you fans who have been around since the 1970s, let's relive some history together...

Pickin a Winner

One of my favorite guitarists, Steven Stills, playing one of my favorite songs, Treetop Flyer. My buddy Eric also plays this. I wish y'all could have met him at the blog meet. He is kind of a prodigy. He taught himself to play guitar from the age of 5. Totally self taught and can play this perfect along with many other good finger pickin tunes. He also has taught himself to build acoustic guitars by hand. He has to be the most talented person I know. I will post some picts of his guitars later.




Update: I found a better version the original.


Thursday, August 7, 2008

Damn we did it again.

HUNTSVILLE — An illegal immigrant from Honduras who claimed his treaty rights were violated when he was arrested for a robbery-murder near Dallas was executed Thursday evening.
"God forgive them, receive my spirit,"(Yeah in hell…Kerr) Heliberto Chi said in English. In Spanish, he told a friend watching through a window that he loved him and appreciated his hard work. He appeared to be whispering a prayer in Spanish with a tear at the corner of his right eye as the lethal drugs began to take effect.
One of Chi's cousins, who was among the witnesses, sobbed uncontrollably. Two sons of his victims watched through another window and Chi glanced at them briefly but didn't appear to acknowledge them.
Chi was pronounced dead nine minutes later at 6:25 p.m. CDT.

Again, have fun having pineapples shoved up your ass. Thank you, drive through.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Here's hoping the devil is shoving pineapples up your ass.

Oh yes we did. Texas sent an illegal alien to hell with gasoline underwear on last night. Gang banger José E. Medellín raped and murdered two teenage girls 15 yrs ago in the most brutal of fashions. After raping the two girls in EVERY way imaginable, with five other members of his gang,  for over an hour, they were not done there. They felt it necessary to beat (stomp on the girls throats) and stab the two to death. Then the world court, Mexico and the U.N. had the balls to tell us not to execute him, which we promptly answered with a big ass needle in his arm. Learn a lesson you nitwits you do not tell Texans what to do you ask us and then we show you what we are going to do. Which in my opinion the United States needs to start acting more like. Anywhoo hope you are having fun Jose. Tell the devil to shove one up there for me.

Kill 'em All!!!

Okay now tough ones, you're gonna tell me that if you walked through one of these you wouldn't freak the fuck out? You're allies because they keep the skeeters down? C'mon! Fuck that! It's one thing to be tough, but it's another to claim that you wouldn't be screaming like a little girl after walking through one of these bastard's 'homes'.

I call bullshit Paul & PeggyU... Look at this ugly bastard!

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This is as close as I wanted to get before I busted out the 870. I know "hate" is a strong word, but I fucking HATE spiders!

Kill 'em all!!!!!!!

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Music Meant To Be LOUD...

I know it's only Tuesday, but as a late start to kick your daily grind off to a good one, it's in my honest opinion that you should turn this up, and turn it up loud!

If you've never seen these guys live, I would suggest that you do before either you or one of these brothers checks out. They put on one hell of a show! Well, maybe that's an understatement! It's nothing but explosive energy from the back of the class to the back of the stage. A full music 360 from these dudes.



Since we got the video clips a-flyin' I thought I would put in my own two cents...

I love that break-down! If you can't handle the heat, GTF out of the kitchen!

Monday, August 4, 2008

Badass Fighter

This Is The F35 Lightening II, a.k.a. One Badass Fighter:

What a rush this must be! I can only imagine...



Christmas is not too far off. I bet if y'all start putting away some money now, you can get me one of these by December 25th. I'm taking donations too, and will have my PayPal account set up soon if you prefer that method. Thanks in advance...

Update: I changed the video because there was a better clip of the F35 Lightning II. The touch n' go towards the end hooked me. Call me wierd, but I love that shit!

I'm not picky though... Whatever y'all can afford would be great. At the very minimum, I am hoping to reach my goal of 0.00000000001% of the down payment, unless you know someone who can cosign for me.

Please reach deep into those pockets folks and help a boy achieve his dreams of being a fighter pilot.

Patrick, like the A10, this badass is single crew flight. One man in total control of every aspect of the aircraft. Pretty badass if you ask me. If you can come up with the funds, lets go take a collosal TNT steamer on Tehran...

A conversation after lunch.

A buddy of mine and I went out for Chinese at lunch today and on the way home this conversation took place.

Me: "War is not the answer huh?" Referring to the bumper sticker on the car in front of us. " So what are you supposed to do when a bunch of people want to kill you, pray them away?"

Eric: "Yeah, you gotta pray to Obama to make them go away. He can turn watermelon to wine you know."

I fucking lost it. LMAO.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Summer Time

It is hot ass the devils toenails here today. Which is a must for some Danzig.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Friday, August 1, 2008

Friday Funk



And you thought this was a Red Hot Chili Peppers song! HAHAHA!! Have a great weekend everybody.

Help if you can.

I know all of you wanted to send me tons of money for my birthday. Even though I could really use it I will ask you to instead send the money here.

Our two border guards that are being held in solitary confinement families are on the verge of bankruptcy. One family has already lost their house and the other is just days away from foreclosure. The medical bills are piling up for one of their children also.

If you are not familiar with the case. Nacho Ramos and Jose Compean are the two Texas border guards that shot a drug smuggler in the ass and are now serving 10 years each for such a heinous crime. The best part is, the drug smuggler was given immunity by complete shithead US Attorney Johnny Sutton (feel free to give him a call). to testify against the two agents. Oh and guess what else…he also gave the scumbag a diplomatic visa so he could travel back and forth more "easily" to testify against our brave border guards. What happened on one of his trips into the states to testify you ask? He got busted smuggling drugs in again, but he has not seen one day in jail while our border guards sit rotting in solitary confinement for almost two years. Lady Justice has been Raped by Johnny Sutton and The Shrub.

Yesterday the final appeal to their case was denied. They are now facing 10 years each and these two brave men's families are about to lose everything they have worked their entire lives for. This country and their president have sold them down the river, just so Mexico doesn't get mad at us. Well I got news for Peeresident Bush, fuck you and fuck mexico. You better step up to the plate and pardon these two TODAY (feel free to call him also). I will be mailing of my donation as soon as I finish penning this post. Send what you can to them, let's help out these families like Americans should. No one is more deserving than these two men and their families.

Send your goodies here.

Edd Henndee
Taste of Texas
10505 Katy Freeway
Houston, Texas 77024


Update for PeggyU go here for all the info you need on this story

Kerrcarto The Dog Whisperer...

Okay, so we all know that kerrcarto portrays his dog as some kind of lazy bum who just eats, shits, farts and sleeps on the couch like a liberal douchebag of some sorts.

Well, lemme inform you, my sources tell me a completely different story. Our team has video proof of what’s really goin’ on!

I've had a P.I. following this dog-bashing perp for some time now, and my source has come up with some damning retorts to this anti-canine rhetoric.

Little does kerrcarto know, but he's been followed by a tactical team of veteran drunks to see exactly how this mutt is being trained , and the results were overwhelmingly pleasant. At least for the dog they were...

Notice the tactical maneuvers of acting like a dog just running around and having fun? Notice the stealthy-ness behind the tree? Where did he get his training?

Move along folks.... nothing to see here except a cold wet nose.

You're busted kerrcarto! You have the right to remain drunken. Anything you say or do may result in future drunkeness. As a fellow drunk, I will now shut my mouth and present you with the evidence from the D.A.

You've been busted, Pal! Case closed!



Happy Birthday Kerrcarto! I hope you have the opportunity to buy your wife some jewelry this round!

BWAAAAHAHAHHA!!

Seriously though, Happy Birthday dude!

Asshole


Damn Asshole dog. Listens as good as the kids.