Sunday, July 31, 2011

FOD- You're Gonna Pay

Ah yes, the ever so fucked up Monday is upon us once again, and it's another FOD! The weekend is over, and now it's back to the shitty economy and the reality of having a complete socialist asshole in the White House. A manchild who's hellbent on flushing this country down the crapper with his bullshit socialist policies of hope and fucking change. Well here's hoping that the Kenyan National in Chief has nothing but failure after failure until his one and only term is finally over, and there is a fundamental change in the way we do things in this country. That's some fucking change I can believe in.

Here's a catchy little youtube video contributed by Denny for this week's FOD. Share it with all your buddies on the right side of this, but especially the assholes you know on the left that still think King Cooncracker is the second coming of Christ. Happy Fuck Obama Day folks...

Saturday, July 30, 2011

My House

Friday, July 29, 2011

Friday Night Anarchy!!

Since kerrcarto is on bar themes, I thought I'd contribute to the cause.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Our Bar Theme

Since some fuck head decided that this song was not worth sharing. I have to link to it.

Pure Genius!

Whoever came up with this idea is a fucking genius.

I could make a killing opening up a place with signs like this. Great marketing. All of the poor, sober, unhappily-married, poor-bastard friends of mine would be in there every weekend making me rich instead of tagging along with the ol' lady to shop for doilies, quilts, tampons, shoes, clothes, and/or jewelery. They could avoid that ever-so-fucked-up "last stop" at Michael's for craft and scrap booking bullshit surrounded by blue-hairs and fat, smelly Mexicans! Fuck that! But I'll expand on the idea a bit. My building will also house a 10-lane bowling alley, a few brass poles and VIP rooms, topless smokin' hot waitresses, a shooting range in the basement, pool tables, air hockey, 150" big screens in the full-service bar and live music every weekend. Sounds like a place I could really fall in love with!

Speaking of drinkin unholy amounts of alcohol and watching live music, I'm trying to score a few tickets for tomorrow night's show at Humphrey's. It's right on the bay and the sound at this place is fucking killer. I've only been there twice. Once to see Bad Company play (Cougars were EVERYWHERE! It was awesome!) and once to see The Moody Blues in 2003. Damn, everyone was firing down big fat doobies for that show! Good times. I've seen Thorogood a few times but it was over a decade ago and I was really burned out on his music. I'm still a little burned out on all of his songs that every fucking radio station plays. You know the ones. Well, this is one of those radio songs too, but this is the song that makes having to put up with the other shit all worth it. Especially live! Hopefully some dickweed greedy scalper will be down there desperate to sell a few tickets at the last second and I'll be able to swoop in, low-ball his dumbass, sweeten the deal for him with a fat joint, and see Thorogood for under $50/ticket. We'll see. Fuck yeah! It's Friday Eve and I'm pretty happy about that right now. I have no Burbon, no Scotch, but a shitload of beer and my weekend is going to start right now crankin' this. Cheers!

Is this an Awesome! heading or what...

Hellz yeah!!!

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Never Touched Him

This is big shit among my dad and I. I say he was never tagged properly, the catcher  fanned the runner and never actually touched him, and the ump made the right call. We are both Braves fans from years back, but dad is on the Pirates side on this one. Now if it would have been me, I would have made that tag undeniable. Both hands on the ball and a hard tag, not this sweep shit. What say y'all, was he safe or out? Skip to 1:22 for the best shot.

Whatever happened to playing baseball like a man?

The pussification of the American male continues.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

More gun porn

German MG42. I know this was the weapon of choice for our German foes but WWII is over and this was and still is one sweet gun.

And you've got 10 seconds to get the fuck off my lawn! 1.....2.....10!

More machine gun porn here and here.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Jane McCommie

Traitor. Wall. Bullet. Some Assembly Required.

Best NASCAR Opening Prayer Ever


I think I'm gonna get a Mossberg 590 after reading CharlieDelta's post below. Check this out.

Fuck you cabbage!

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Neutral? Not Anymore. Welcome Aboard Dave!

I woke up this morning like most other day-off mornings wondering what I was going to do today. Something fun? Something productive? Laundry? Work around the house? Change my oil? Sure that's productive stuff that I could do, and at some point this weekend will need to get done, but none of that sounded good today. Until yesterday morning, I had planned on going to The American Finest Beer Festival at Jack Murphy Stadium this afternoon for a plethora of local micro brews and live music with some bands I've been wanting to see for a long time. I was really looking forward to pounding beers in the hot sun to some live music. Well, they cancelled the beer fest late Thursday night because of "financial issues". Financial issues? What the fuck kind of "financial issues" are they talking about that they just found out about one day before the beer fest kickoff? Whatever. The Rancho San Diego-Jamul Chamber of Commerce was in charge of this event, so that pretty much explains why there is no money to pay for it. Who would've thought? A local governmental agency doesn't know how to manage money? But I digress...

So I'm bored off my ass this morning looking for something fun to do and my good buddy Dave calls me to ask me some questions about getting a gun for home defense. This guy has never been anti-gun for the 20 years that I've known him, but he never really got into the whole firearm thing, and never felt the "need" for one. I've taken him shooting with us a few times to show him how fun it is, to give him some experience behind a firearm, and to try to plant the seed in his head. But it never really took. Or did it?

A couple days ago in the middle of the night some drunk kids hopped his fence into his backyard and were rummaging through his shit around 2am. His wife heard the noise and woke him up. He grabbed all he had, a baseball bat, and went to the back door and confronted them. He told them that he "already called the cops" and the kids took off. Sure, it was enough to scare them off, but it made him think twice about "not needing" a firearm at home. What if they would've had a gun? What if they both would have charged him at the same time? All of these thoughts went through his head all day the next day until BOOM.... he had an epiphany. He decided right then that he wanted to get a gun to have at home. To my surprise, he said that his wife was on board with the idea too. She too never felt the "need" to have a gun in the house. She just assumed that their two Boxer/Pit dogs would be all they needed, but those little bastards never even barked at the intruders once! Useless dogs if you ask me!

So Dave called me this morning and told me that he was buying a gun today, could spend up to $400, and wanted something his wife would be able to use too. He just wasn't sure what he should get, doesn't know a lot about firearms, and he wanted my opinion.

Right on Dave! Welcome aboard!

This one's a no brainer. Shotgun. The shotgun is the ultimate home defense weapon in this concrete jungle that we live in. Just about everybody knows the sound of the slide when chambering a round, and it can be scary if you're the bad guy. Someone trying to break into your house would shit their pants and high tail it out of there just hearing that sound alone. If that doesn't scare off the dumb son of a bitch, then he deserves every last buck shot that goes through his body. It's the original point and shoot! Dave agreed. He had his eyes on the Remington 870, which is a great shotgun. I've had mine for about 7 years, but didn't like it as much as the Mossberg 500 that I owned before it. I can't put my finger on why, but there's something I like about the Mossberg that the Remington doesn't have. I just don't know what it is.

Anyways, currently the 870 is going for about $380-$460 depending on where you look. When I bought mine 7-8 years ago I paid just under $300 out the door. I told Dave that if he liked mine, I would sell it to him what I paid for it and he could use the money he saved towards ammo., a gun safety class for his wife and teenage kids, or whatever. Even beer! He liked the sound of that, so this afternoon we went to the cool local gun dealer near my house and did the private party transfer. It only cost him $35 for the DROS and in 10 days he will officially be a law abiding, gun owning American Citizen. That always has a nice ring to it doesn't it? I am happy for Dave! Fuckin' right on!

So while he was filling out the DROS paperwork, I was looking at their selection of shotguns. I didn't expect them to have what I wanted until I saw the Mossberg 590A1. This is a fucking nice shotgun! It's a little more than I wanted to spend, but as the old adage goes; you get what you pay for. I was telling the guy behind the counter that I didn't want this 5 + 1 bullshit that most shotguns I've seen have. He said the 590A1 was a 5 + 1, but he could order me a longer magazine tube that would extend to the same length as the barrel. He said that it would give me 8 + 1. That sounds a lot better to me. SOLD!

So on August 2nd, my 10-day waiting period is up and I'll be picking up my new Mossberg and Dave will be picking up his new Remington. The drinks are on me that Tuesday. I am stoked that another of my friends has wisely decided to become a gun owning American Citizen. It only took 20 years, but the seeds that I planted are finally starting to sprout and I am pretty happy about that. Not that I needed a reason, but tonight is cause for celebration and many consumed beers. Maybe it was a good thing the beer fest was cancelled, because today's events wouldn't have been as glorious as they were today.

The 590A1 that I paid for today is basically like the one in this video, but I have the 20" barrell and extended magazine giving me a few more rounds before a reload is needed. I like how this guy mentions the location of the safety. Where it is on the gun may be insignificant to most people, but not to me. You can go from 'safe' to 'fire' without having to look and your thumb is usually resting right there anyways. In a firefight, a couple of seconds could be the difference between life and death and I wouldn't mind having a couple extra seconds on the other guy.

Now it's time for some massive beer consumption! Cheers!

Friday, July 22, 2011

Is That You?

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

One small victory...

...and we'll take it! Story here. Next stop: Leave granny's diapers on!

I absolutely love how this country has turned against the TSA. More and more people are resisting, and that's a good thing! Fuck these assholes before they fuck ours! Remember folks, the TSA has caught ZERO (0) terrorists!

TSA: Thousands Squeezing Asses / If we don't get off, you don't get on.

Fuck the TSA!

Got Your Ass Handed To You

In case you didn't know Chris, that is what just happened.

It is about damn time someone grew some balls and told Chris "piss my pants" Matthews how the cow eats the cabbage.

Monday, July 18, 2011

FOD: Flat On Your Face


No recession at the White House.

Obama’s 454 employees beats George W. Bush’s 447.
Obama’s crew also costs taxpayers $4 million dollars per year MORE than Bush’s, 13% more.
Also among the current White House staffers, 21 of them are earning the maximum allowed of $172,200 (very close to what Senators and Congressmen earn)
Almost one in three makes $100k.

Sunday, July 17, 2011


Saturday, July 16, 2011

The Black Jimmy Carter

I think it was the GOC that originally coined the phrase "Black Jimmy Carter" back around Blownstar 2009. Well there is absolutely no doubt about that now. Happy 32nd anniversary of the government progressives fucking shit up.

Friday, July 15, 2011

Friday Jam Session

Lets go back to the 90's. Even though BIll Clinton was and still is a shitbag. But back then I really didn't give a shit about politics. It was a great time in my life. Young dumb and full of cum. Which, I guess explains my 13 year old son.

Cheers ya fuckers!

Friday Night Anarchy!!

This one's for CharlieDelta - my brotha from anotha motha!

My kids are down in Utah with their mom for a few weeks so big daddy here gets a break. And I've got the "Dopest dope you've ever smoked!" I'm gonna make Cheech & Chong look like noobs and Nick Nolte sober! Fuckers! Cheers!

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Need Your Feedback

This is a concept that I have been developing over the past several years and wondered if it had validity with anyone else besides me. Keep in mind that this does not include giving a fuck about the Kenyan National Moose-limb prick in the Whitehouse that's turning this country upside down and inside out. Quite the opposite. In fact, the older I get, the more I give a fuck about this nation on the decline, and what it's going to take to turn it around. All I can say about that is the only thing I see is red!

Which reminds me of this oldie but relevant goodie from years past...


Sad isn't it?

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

I'm on a roll today!

These sorry fucksticks in Washington, DC... Man the shit I've been hearing today from both the Cooncracker and Mitch McConnell has caused me to grind my molars down to little fuckin' nubs. WTF is this shit that McConnell is talking about...automatic debt ceiling increases for the president triggered by approved spending cuts or what the fucking fuck!!! And the Cooncracker is holding Social Security checks hostage man is this guy that fucking stupid??!! Just what in the hell is going on around here!!!

If I ever have the opportunity to meet one of these shiteating fuckstick politicians from Washington, DC, the encounter will probably go something like this...

Message to Barack "Shiteater" Obama:

Dearest Communist FuckFace,

My Social Security payments, and those of millions of other Americans, were safely tucked away in an interest bearing account for decades until you political pukes decided to raid the account and give OUR money to a bunch of zero ambition losers in return for votes, thus bankrupting the system and turning Social Security into a Ponzi scheme that would have made Bernie Madoff proud.

I, and millions of other Americans, have been paying income taxes our entire lives, and now you propose to increase our taxes yet again. Why? Because you incompetent assholes spent our money so profligately that you just kept on spending even after you ran out of money. Now, you come to the American taxpayers and say you need more to pay off YOUR debt.

I, and millions of other Americans, have been paying into Medicare from Day One, and now you morons propose to change the rules of the game.. Why? Because you idiots mismanaged other parts of the economy to such an extent that you need to steal money from Medicare to pay the bills.

It is you and your fellow FUCKHEADS who have bankrupted America and stolen the American dream from millions of loyal, patriotic taxpayers. And for what? Votes. That's right, asshole. You and yours have bankrupted America for the sole purpose of advancing your pathetic political careers. You know it, we know it, and you know that we know it.

Go Fuck Yourself and I mean it!

Monday, July 11, 2011

Got Salvia?

Holy shit I've got some great stoner moments but this fucking guy....LMAO!! Dude the door was right there!!! Is that you CharlieDelta?

FOD: A Story of Government

My uncle sent me this. I don't know who wrote it, but they nailed it.

"Winston, come into the dining room, it's time to eat," Julia yelled to her husband.
"In a minute, honey, it's a tie score," he answered. Actually Winston wasn't very interested in the traditional holiday football game between Detroit and Washington . Ever since the government passed the Civility in Sports Statute of 2017, outlawing tackle football for its "unseemly violence" and the "bad example it sets for the rest of the world", Winston was far less of a football fan than he used to be. Two-hand touch wasn't nearly as exciting. Yet it wasn't the game that Winston was uninterested in.

It was more the thought of eating another Tofu Turkey. Even though it was the best type of VeggieMeat available after the government revised the American Anti-Obesity Act of 2018, adding fowl to the list of federally-forbidden foods, (which already included potatoes, cranberry sauce, and mincemeat pie), it wasn't anything like real turkey.

And ever since the government officially changed the name of "Thanksgiving Day" to "A National Day of Atonement" in 2020, to officially acknowledge the Pilgrims' historically brutal treatment of Native Americans, the holiday had lost a lot of its luster. Eating in the dining room was also a bit daunting. The unearthly gleam of government-mandated fluorescent light bulbs made the Tofu Turkey look even weirder than it actually was, and the room was always cold.. Ever since Congress passed the Power Conservation Act of 2016, mandating all thermostats - which were monitored and controlled by the electric company - be kept at 68 degrees, every room on the north side of the house was barely tolerable throughout the entire winter.

Still, it was good getting together with family. Or at least most of the family.

Winston missed his mother, who passed on in October, when she had used up her legal allotment of life-saving medical treatment. He had had many heated conversations with the Regional Health Consortium, spawned when the private insurance market finally went bankrupt, and everyone was forced into the government health care program. And though he demanded she be kept on her treatment, it was a futile effort. "The RHC's resources are limited", explained the government bureaucrat Winston spoke with on the phone. "Your mother received all the benefits to which she was entitled. I'm sorry for your loss."

Ed couldn't make it either. He had forgotten to plug in his electric car last night, the only kind available after the Anti-Fossil Fuel Bill of 2021 outlawed the use of the combustion engines - for everyone but government officials. The fifty mile round trip was about ten miles too far, and Ed didn't want to spend a frosty night on the road somewhere between here and there.

Thankfully, Winston's brother, John, and his wife were flying in.

Winston made sure that the dining room chairs had extra cushions for the occasion. No one complained more than John about the pain of sitting down so soon after the government-mandated cavity searches at airports, which severely aggravated his hemorrhoids. Ever since a terrorist successfully smuggled a cavity bomb onto a jetliner, the TSA told Americans the added "inconvenience" was an "absolute necessity" in order to stay "one step ahead of the terrorists."
Winston's own body had grown accustomed to such probing ever since the government expanded their scope to just about anywhere a crowd gathered, via Anti-Profiling Act of 2022. That law made it a crime to single out any group or individual for "unequal scrutiny," even when probable cause was involved. Thus, cavity searches at malls, train stations, bus depots, etc., etc., had become almost routine.


The Supreme Court is reviewing the statute, but most Americans expect a Court composed of six progressives and three conservatives to leave the law intact. "A living Constitution is extremely flexible", said the Court's eldest member, Elena Kagan. " Europe has had laws like this one for years. We should learn from their example", she added. Winston's thoughts turned to his own children. He got along fairly well with his 12-year-old daughter, Brittany, mostly because she ignored him.

Winston had long ago surrendered to the idea that she could text anyone at any time, even during Atonement Dinner.
Their only real confrontation had occurred when he limited her to 50,000 texts a month, explaining that was all he could afford. She whined for a week, but got over it.

His 16-year-old son, Jason, was another matter altogether. Perhaps it was the constant bombarding he got in public school that global warming, the bird flu, terrorism, or any of a number of other calamities were "just around the corner", but Jason had developed a kind of nihilistic attitude that ranged between simmering surliness and outright hostility.

It didn't help that Jason had reported his father to the police for smoking a cigarette in the house, an act made criminal by the Smoking Control Statute of 2018, which outlawed smoking anywhere within 500 feet of another human being. Winston paid the $5,000 fine, which might have been considered excessive before the American dollar became virtually worthless as a result of QE13. The latest round of quantitative easing the federal government initiated was, once again, to "spur economic growth. This time, they promised to push unemployment below its years-long rate of 18%, but Winston was not particularly hopeful.

Yet the family had a lot for which to be thankful, Winston thought, before remembering it was a Day of Atonement.
At least, he had his memories. He felt a twinge of sadness when he realized his children would never know what life was like in the Good Old Days, long before government promises to make life "fair for everyone" realized their full potential.

Winston, like so many of his fellow Americans, never realized how much things could change when they didn't happen all at once, but little by little, so people could get used to them. He wondered what might have happened if the public had stood up while there was still time, maybe back around 2011, when all the real nonsense reached a tipping point.

"Maybe we wouldn't be where we are today if we'd just said 'enough is enough' when we had the chance," he thought.

Maybe so, Winston. Maybe so…

I wonder if it is just a coincidence that the author used Winston for the main characters name. I doubt it.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Saturday Shooters

Waylon's boy...nuff said.

Friday, July 8, 2011

Don't Fuck With Chris Christie!

Divine intervention. Fucking sweet.

Viva Governor Rick Perry!!

Ding dong! The wetback's dead! BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! Rot in hell you subhuman piece of shit! Is it getting mucho caliente' where you are right about now? Need some agua to cool off? Enjoy the fuego of El Diablo giving you your daily hot beef injection. BWAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAA! Puto!

As the lethal injection began taking effect, the Mexican National convicted of the brutal rape and killing of a teenage girl in 1995 shouted, "Viva Mexico!" just before he died at a Texas prison.

Efforts by Humberto Leal's attorneys to halt the execution fell short, with the U.S. Supreme Court turning back a stay request and Texas Gov. Rick Perry refusing to grant a pardon. He was pronounced dead at 6:21 p.m. local time.

King niggerhonkey and his minions really wanted to save this motherfucker didn't they? I mean, they kept telling us that executing this taco vendor would make it more difficult for US citizens when they get into trouble in foreign countries right? Bullshit! Just fucking bullshit! Besides, if a US citizen illegally entered Mexico, raped a little girl and then murdered her by bashing her skull in with a rock, I would hope they got the same treatment. Of course, in another country it wouldnt' take 16 fucking years to finally crank up the juice on the bastard.

The details of the murder scene are quite disturbing. This wetback was a violent motherfucker that should've been executed in a similar way as he murdered Adria Sauceda. Not the easy, gentle way that he went. Fuck, that part pisses me off! BUT, I have been trying to see the good side of things lately instead of the fucked up side, so YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAWWWWWWWW! It's Friday, Cooncracker and crew failed miserably at saving his wetback ass, and the piece of shit is dead! Viva Governor Perry!


Thursday, July 7, 2011

Now What?

19 Saudi Crazies - AKA: The 9/11 Terrorists = The Department of Homeland Security is created. (Thanks G.W.B)

Richard Reid - AKA: The Shoe Bomber = We have to take our shoes off at the airport.

Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab - AKA: The Underwear Bomber = TSA Crotch Assaults


WASHINGTON (AP) — The U.S. government is warning airlines that some terrorists are considering surgically implanting explosives into humans to carry out attacks.

There is no intelligence pointing to a specific plot, but the U.S. has shared this information with executives at domestic and international carriers.

Hope you ladies with breast implants are ready to show them puppies off to some TSA agent. He/She/It might even have to do some poking and prodding to make sure they are really fake (Is that an oxymoron?).

Hope you didn't just have a vasectomy. "Hey is that a fresh scar? We need to take you back into one of the deeper inspection rooms, where we have a surgeon on call."

Deeper down the rabbit hole we go folks.

God Bless America!

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

About Casey Anthony: The Jury Should Have Used This Logic

This is all I have to say on this subject (Inspired by Harpers comment).

Dirtbag cunt. Well, THAT is all I will say.

Cheney Mason has a new slogan for his law firm

I'll admit that I did not follow the case closely. But I do understand that the prosecution's case was long on circumstantial evidence and short on forensics. The lack of forensics probably resulted from the environment in which the body was found and the cause of death, which apparently was never established. No motive was established, either, and there was nothing in the defendant's or even her family's history to introduce modus operandi. That being said, it seems to me that there was perhaps enough circumstantial evidence to at least get a conviction for manslaughter or perhaps negligence but the jury didn't even go for that. I don't blame the jury for watching too much CSI; rather, I blame an incompetent prosecutor. Pursuing the death penalty without a cause of death? Are you fucking kidding me? There were simply too many holes in the case to prove BEYOND A REASONABLE DOUBT. That's "blood in the water" for any defense team. The defense attorney, Cheney Mason, was just doing his job but at what point does a criminal defense attorney sell his soul to the devil? Mason knows this bitch is guilty. I think we all do. We'll just have to leave this with Mason and his creator. Criminal defense attorneys must have tortured souls. I don't think I could ever do it.

As far as Casey Anthony is concerned, karma's a BITCH!!

Sunday, July 3, 2011

FOD Early

Since I will be out of pocket and drunk tomorrow here is an early FOD video for you. The controversial Reverend  Racist fucknut whackjob Wright. The JiggabooRedneck's mentor of 20+ years.

Just more proof that Obama, at his core, hates white people.

Fuck you and your "former" pastor. You're both a couple of  racist assholes.

…and Happy Independence Day!!! Drink beer, pop some fireworks (we can't this year, they banned them because of the drought so I am going to pop off some .40's and a few 7.35 carcano's ) and celebrate freedom while we still can. Thanks to people like this…

…and with no thanks to people like Wright, Obama, Bill Ayers, Van Jones, Richard Trumpka, Andy Stern, Michael Moore, Danny Glover,  Harry Reid, George Soros, Fareed Zakaria, Keith Olberman, MSNBC, Al Gore, Nancy Pelosi, Ed Schultz, SEIU, The AFL-CIO, The Communist Democratic Progressive Party,  The Clintons, Jimmy Carter, Sheila Jackson Lee, 95% of the government, Ted Kennedy and too many others to list here.

Y'all can eat a dick.