Merry Christmas...In Spite Of Everything

I have no real pithy or brilliant comments this Christmas morning.

My family is together and healthy and in a warm and peaceful place.

For now, I am employed and able to provide their basic needs.

I could ask for nothing more.

I am thankful, but I wish my father was still around.

I miss him.

The Currier and Ives image above always reminds me of the Christmases of my youth and the care-free, home full of love he and Mom provided.

I hope that my wife and I have been able to provide the same to our children.

Merry Christmas.

A Heart-Warming Yuletide Father/Son Talk

I had to take Number Two Son to high school today because his morning vocational classes were cancelled due to winter weather.

He is a cool kid.

He is handsome and smart and athletic and popular with the ladies.

In other words, he is nothing like me.

I don’t know where he gets it.

I need to have a talk with my wife.

Maybe.

Anyhoo…yesterday, apparently, his vocational school was put on “lock-down” because a business across the street was armed-robbed.

I said, “Cool!  How did that go?  Were you waiting for a disgruntled, short-dicked psychopath to hose down the school with an evil AR15?”

Number Two Son said, “It was funny.  Earlier in the day we had a lock-down practice, and then later in the day we had a lock-down for real.”

He went on:  “They had us shut off all the lights and computer monitors, lock the doors, and hide under our desks.”

I said sarcastically, “Oh really?  Wait for the bullet like a helpless lamb and do nothing?  How’s about bum-rush the motherfucker and stab him in the neck with a pencil?  Or throw computer monitors at him?  Anything but sit there and wait to die like an asshole…”

Number Two Son:  “Yeah…Coach…(swim team coach and West Point/Army veteran, deer hunter, gun freak)…said we should assault through the ambush!”

I remarked, “Yep.  Coach is exactly right…and he would know.  Gang tackle the bastard and fuck him up something proper.”

At about that time, we arrived at his school, said our good-byes, and parted company.

It is this kind of intimate father/son moment that really brings a tear to the eye.

Touching, isn’t it?

Bringing Back An Oldie But A Goodie

Now's as good a time as any to bring this motherfucker back.

Click on it and save it.  

It should be big enough that you can print it and it will look good, then plaster it all over the place.

Churches, schools, shopping malls...whatever.

 

Vigilance And A Duty To Protect

Michael Savage was right.
(ETA:  He's wrong about a lot of other shit, though...like drum magazines and "assault weapons.")

Liberalism/progressivism is a mental disorder.

The gore had not even started to coagulate in Connecticut, and every Commie-lib from President O’Vomit on down gnashed their collective teeth and wailed about new gun restrictions and “doing everything possible to prevent such evil from happening again.”

These motherfuckers live in a fantasy world.

Is the nation awash in guns?

Fuck yes it is, and there’s nothing that will ever make those guns go away.

It is a statistical impossibility to rid this nation of firearms.

Most gun owners won’t give them up anyway.

Ain’t gonna happen, and there will be a big-ass fight if it is attempted.

But the Commie-Lib doesn’t understand this.

The Commie-Lib believes there are two resolutions to the mass-shootings problem:

-Confiscate all guns.  Stricter gun control.

-Build an impromptu display of Mylar balloons, teddy bears, artificial flowers, and over-sized sympathy cards at the scene of the crime.  Light candles.  Cry.  Hold hands.  Hope this evil never happens again.

Bullshit.

Hope in one hand.  Shit in the other.  See which hand fills up faster.

Evil will happen whether we want it to or not, and the only thing that would have stopped this satanic cocksucker from hosing down that elementary school would have been a strong and righteous man or woman armed.

Prepared.

At the scene.

Period.

End of fucking story.

The cops can’t be everywhere at once, and if you think they exist for the purpose of protecting you and yours, you are a delusional fuck.

As I, and countless others, have said before…most times Johnny Law shows up after the smoke has dissipated…just in time to string up the pretty yellow tape and draw chalk lines around the innocent victims.

with apologies to Norman Rockwell

So what’s it gonna be, America?

Are you gonna wait around for Occifer Friendly to stop the carnage? 

He will be late to the party.

Meanwhile, the body count is rising. 

You’d better shit a decision. 

What the fuck are you gonna do?

I sure as fuck know what I’d do, and it’s not sit around afterwards with my thumb up my ass and cry and sing Kumbayah.

Am I pissed off?

Gawdamn right I am.

Why am I pissed off?

Maybe it’s because the most innocent amongst us are unprotected from evil, and an inanimate object takes the blame.

An inanimate object, which in righteous hands, could have prevented this evil.

An inanimate object which has been regulated to the point that it cannot be legally used by the righteous to protect those most innocent amongst us.

I’m just a dumb truck driver, and I’m probably not expressing myself clearly, but it all doesn’t make sense to me.

Everything is ass-backwards.

Why does evil happen?

Ritalin?  Video games?  Broken homes?  Public education?  Lack of religion?  Hollywood?

I’ll be dipped in shit and rolled in crackers if I know, and I really don’t give a fuck as to why…

What I do know is that we cannot sit on our ass and let it happen.

Nor can we be denied the use of the tools to prevent it.

Merry fucking Christmas.

Remembering My Grandfather And His Brother On This Pearl Harbor Day

The first two photos are of my Grandfather who left a wife and young daughter (my mother) behind and served as a US Navy SeaBee in the Aleutian Islands.

The last photo of the sailor with the Springfield 03 is his brother, my Godfather.

I never met my Grandfather.  He died before I was born.

Much to my shame, I did not stay in contact with my Godfather, who is long gone also.

I have often wondered what these two gents would think today about the country they served way back then...

Knowing a little bit about both men from family stories, I'm pretty sure they would be saddened and disgusted.  

Get It?

After reading some of the blogs this morning, I am in one of my moods.

Inspired by Western Rifle Shooters Association...

Shit Be Blowin’ Up Around My Neighborhood An’ Shit…

This time of year for me has been historically a festive occasion...and a good excuse for me to drink too much booze.

I will tell you why now and give you three reasons for this:

1- November 10th is my beloved United States Marine Corps birfday.

2- Veterans Day, November 11th.

C- Most importantly, my birfday, November 13th.

This year is extra special because I become 50 years old, which means I get additional unwanted attention from family and friends.

I just recently had to go get a Department Of Transportation physical for a new truck-driving job I will be starting soon.

This physical examination was a sexually charged affair.

As the frumpy female doctor fondled my junk and asked me to turn my head and cough, she gazed lovingly into my peepers with a flashlight and informed me that I have the beginnings of a cataract in my right shootin’ eye.

Upon hearing this, and not being very happy, I climaxed and called her a filthy whore.

She then reminded me that turning 50 soon meant that I needed to find me a petite Asian doctor with small hands to perform the much-ballyhooed colo-rectal screenings all broke-down males must endure when they get old.

We then collapsed into each other’s arms, had a smoke, and agreed neither of us would ever speak of this sordid incident again.

She was nothing like this.  She had nipples.  I'm assuming...

Anyhoo…back to shit blowing up and the reason for the season.

So Saturday I came home from work and it’s a warm day and I’m pissed and disgruntled and angry because my job sucks.

My workweek is done and I have some beer in the fridge and I commence to slam them.

I’m a light-weight, so after 4 16 ounce beers I’m feeling no pain.

I’m on a roll. 

I flip off the former neighbor who returns to the area to do yard work for old folks…and whose son’s dog I shot a couple of years ago.

I talk to some of my other neighbors about the horrific election results.

I clean and check guns for the upcoming apocalypse.

Then I go to bed at 7pm because I’m tired.

My window is open a little bit for some fresh air since it’s nice out.

At about 11pm I am awakened by what sounds like a bomb blast.

BAAAA-WOMPH!

The cheap aluminum casement slider window near my bed rattles, and I sit up and wonder, “Gawddam!  What the fuck was that?  Somebody musta REALLY slammed the front door in a fit of rage!”

It happens around my house…

Not caring a whole helluva lot, I plopped my stupid half-drunk head back down on the pillow and went back to sleep.

The next morning I awaken to find out a home in a vinyl village subdivision about 3 or 4 miles away had blown-the-fuck-up.

Anecdotal evidence suggests natural gas was the source of detonation, and the folks who lived in the house have said the furnace had been acting funky the last few days prior to the explosion.

Yes…I suppose so.

All kinds of wonks with conspiracy theories have suggested the blast was caused by a wrong mistake made while manufacturing meth-amphetamines.

Or a plane crash…

Or maybe it was a terrorist bomb…

The best theory I’ve seen was that it was a Predator drone/Hellfire missile strike gone awry!

Apparently, on the orders of the criminal Obama regime, the CIA-owned drone was on a mission to whack a couple of US Army installations in the Indianapolis area.

The US Air Force got wind of the little scheme, tracked the drone, and launched an A-6 Prowler electronic counter measures plane from Wright Patterson Air Force Base in Dayton, Ohio.

When the drone launched both of its Hellfires, the Prowler fucked up the missiles’ targeting data.

Then, the missiles went off course and slammed into the sleepy little bedroom community a few miles away from my house…killing two, injuring a dozen others, and laying waste to the area.

This theory seems a little far-fetched…even to me…a guy who, at this point, is more than willing to believe the traitor Obama would do anything to advance his socialist agenda to destroy America.

I dunno.

Happy birfday to me any damn way ‘cuz I’m special.

Special ed.

Is This Wrong? Volume Three.

If so, I am extremely apologetic and I will remove it and endeavor to be more respectful and mindful of the Uniform Code Of Military Justice even though it no longer applies to me.

So there.

Sorta.

Maybe.

Is This Wrong? Volume Two.

If so, I am sorry and I will delete it.

Is This Wrong?

If so, I am sorry and I will delete it.

I just wanted to celebrate the recent legalization of marijuana for recreational use in a couple of western states way out west somewhere.

Party on!

Four More Years

This is gonna be so much fun.

3 Arms Company Promotional Art

(shamelessly stolen)

These two pieces of art are from a new video game called "Assassin's Creed III."  I'm no video-gamer, but this looks cool as fuck!  A ninja motherfucker getting medieval on British troops during the American Revolution!  What's not to like?

Song lyric courtesy Hogjaw.

My attempt at an animated GIF.  A miserable failure...

I have been asked by several questionable and shady characters to create some crappy and cartoonish and edgy images to promote the III Arms Company.

(Those of you who aren't hip to III Arms Company, click here and get with the cool kids and come on in for the big win.)

I have been given permission by the talented creator of the official company logos to use his intellectual property in any way I see fit.

In fact, he said, "Let your freak flag fly!  Freak!"

So, therefore, I get to design some art using curse words and threatening talk, all while I promote an unsavory back-alley (and probably highly illegal) firearms manufacturing facility.

There has even been some talk of putting versions of my potty mouth designs on T-shirts.

I can't say whether that will happen anytime soon or not, but for now you can get clean and family-oriented III Arms Company gear here.

Anyhoo...here are a few horrible ideas I quickly and carelessly threw together in a decidedly haphazard fashion.

As usual, if you want...feel free to spread my crap around the intardnets kinda like a dose of some dreaded disease.

They kinda suck, but at least the official III Arms Company logo looks good.

More later.

Maybe.

Hells bells!  I shoulda put FemaJugend on the damn helmet.  I'm such a fuck-up.

OK.  I'm about done for tonight.  My eyes are bleeding.

I think I'll kick back and watch a senselessly violent movie on Netflix.

Later, dudes and dudettes.

Song lyric from "Powderfinger."  With apologies to Neil Young.

Thought I Was Going To Have To Gas A Fool Yesterday

So there I was, minding my fucking business in my big rig…

A mid-sized Midwestern city, about 0530, on a major State Road, one way, three lanes, heading east…

I am in the middle lane.

Multiple, un-synchronized stoplights, speed limit is 35 mph…

Traffic is light…almost non-existent.

I am going about 38 mph because I am a scofflaw and a rebel…and also because I know from experience that at that speed I am most likely to hit more green lights thus saving time and clutch-leg energy and the possibilities of getting irritated and pissed off.

It is still dark, of course…as I am vampire-like, and I do my best work when the sun is not present.

Anyhoo…a white Hyundai hatchback passes me at high speed on my left, and then he aggressively cuts into my lane.

I note the shitty attitude being displayed by Hyundai-Boi (HB), but I do nothing more than mutter to myself, “What an asshole.”

(I also note that it is Saturday morning, and he is probably just now going home from partying all night, and is probably wasted.)

As I watch HB ahead of me the next mile or so, I note how HB speeds from light to light, getting to the next one just in time for it to turn red…and also just in time for me to smugly pull up to a stop behind him.

At this point, I’m getting near my delivery destination, which is on my left, so I must move over one lane.

There is one more stoplight between HB, my destination, and myself.

HB is over a city-block ahead of me.

I signal and slide on over to the far most left lane before I get to the last light.

HB sees this in his mirrors and swerves over to the far-most left lane just in time for that last stoplight.

At this point, I had closed the gap between us, and I had to make somewhat of an effort to avoid hitting HB.

So there we are at the stoplight.

The light turns green.

HB just sits there.

I give HB about 3 seconds to wake-the-fuck up, and then I’m grappling for the air-horn lanyard.

I give him a good blast.

He sits.

My Sergeant Rock combat antenna is beginning to activate.

I start to maneuver around him on the right, and HB begins to slowly move through the intersection…turning left without a signal.

As HB does this, he opens his door and hangs his left arm outside the car…while still moving…as if he is about to exit his car and whip my ass!

I thought to myself how humorous it would be if he fell out and was run over by his own vehicle.

I’m also thinking this asshole is going to try to get stoopid with me by circling around the block and starting some shit he’ll have wished he had never started.

I go around him and reach my destination, noting that I don’t see HB in my mirrors.

I shut the truck down and turn off all the lights as I’m making my delivery to be less conspicuous and because I am a pussy who is afraid of confrontation.

My head is on a swivel, and my cell phone is in my pocket in case HB shows up and becomes belligerent and I have to call Five-0 because I am unarmed seeing that my handgun license is not valid in the state I am in and carrying dirty would be wrong and also because I am bucking 50 years old and that's too old for a fist-fight or any other kind of silly donny-brook.

Anyhoo…I complete the delivery and don’t see HB.

I pull out of the parking lot and onto a side road that leads to the major State Road I was on earlier.

I am at a stoplight that is notoriously long…long enough that one can smoke an entire cigarette before the light turns green.

I am watching passing traffic and my mirrors for any signs of HB.

I have told myself that I don’t put anything past HB at this point, and that I could see HB pulling to a stop right in front of me to block my path.

Now…I have considered this scenario before, and I long ago came to the conclusion that Zoomie ain’t going down like Reginald Denny.


 
No fucking way.

If I must, I will make HB and his Korean shit-box my bitch.

I will turn them both into speed bumps with my rig.

I’ll deal with the consequences later.

The light is still red for me, and through the intersection comes a white Hyundai hatchback with a white dude driving it!

He kinda gives me the stink-eye…and I’m not 100% sure it is HB…but my adrenaline is pumping away like a recently restocked Staten Island gas station.

My light eventually turns green and I go about my business…watching for HB but never seeing him again.

These next two weeks I’ll have to remember to watch out for HB in this medium sized Midwestern city.

After those two weeks, I’ll never be in that city again.

Hopefully.

Buck the Fuckeye nation.

Wolverines!

ATTENTION INDIANA VOTERS! Don't Miss Your Chance To Rid Your State Of This Supreme Court Justice!

I don't normally do copy-and-paste of other people's shit, but this is too important to NOT post.

From The Indianapolis Tea Party:

For hundreds of years, your home WAS YOUR castle.  That all changed on May 12, 2011.

May 12, 2011, the Indiana Supreme Court ruled in Barnes v. Indiana which overturned the common law provision known as the Castle Doctrine.  Justice Steven David wrote, "We hold that there is no right to reasonably resist unlawful entry by police officers."

June 27, 2011, Indiana Attorney General Greg Zoeller filed a legal brief, asking the Indiana Supreme Court to reconsider.  Then, on September 20, 2011, the Indiana Supreme Court re-heard the Barnes v. Indiana and reaffirmed their earlier ruling - with Justice Steven David again affirming the earlier ruling.  It was a 4-1 decision.  Justice Rucker was the lone judge to dissent.
  
Legislators got busy in the next legislation session to correct this ruling, and on March 20, 2012, SB1 was passed.
   
As a result of Justice Steven David's opinion on May 12, 2011, your home IS NO LONGER your castle.  The Castle Doctrine was eliminated with this ruling.  The important thing to note when the Castle Doctrine was struck down is that the home is no longer primary - the most important thing.

Instead, gov't is primary, at the expense of the family.
   
One of the main reasons to continue the MY HOUSE campaign is to notify folks that Judge Steven David who wrote the decision that took away our rights is up for retention.  Because he was recently appointed by Gov. Daniels, he comes before 'We the People' to hire or to let him go.  If Hon. David gets the majority votes for retention, he will not be up for retention vote for another 10 years.

There has been a shift on the Indiana Supreme Court bench.  When the case was reheard in September, the Supreme Court came to the same ruling.  The 2nd time around, however, there was only 1 dissenting judge (in May there were 2 dissenting judges).
  
In the words of James Madison, "then as the last resort a remedy must be obtained from the people who can, by the election of more faithful representatives, annul the acts of the usurpers."   Publius (James Madison), Federalist Paper No. 44.

In a Republic form of government, VOTING is #1.

This is how 'We the People' decide if a representative, judge, etc has been faithful to their Oath....or if we need to find someone else that will be more faithful.

The Indiana Supreme Court made a ruling, 2 times, with the same result ~ Our freedoms being stripped away.

'We the People' can right the wrong ruling by electing a more faithful representative.  Also, something very important to note.....what if we didn't have the legislators that would have righted the wrong ruling?  Then, where would we be?  What if in the future Justice Steven David would make another ruling that goes against 'We the People' and we don't have legislators that step up to the plate and do the right thing?  'We the People' wouldn't have another chance to annul the acts of the usurpers until the next retention vote.

This November 6, 2012, Justice Steven David is up for retention.  Hoosiers hold the key whether Justice Steven David stays or goes.
 
Is Justice Steven David a judge Hoosiers want on the Indiana Supreme Court?

Vote this November 6th!

__________

Buh bye, fuck-face!  Judge Steven H. David.

This treasonous, oath-breaking swine needs to go most ricky-tick.

Be sure to flip over your ballot on Election Day, November 6th, and send this bastard home.

VOTE NO !!!!! 

Please?

Here's what the back of your ballot looks like, and the box where you chose whether or not to retain Justice Steven H. David.

BTW...please note that the lone dissenting judge in the re-hearing, Robert D. Rucker, is also up for a retention vote.

My guess is that he is good people, so I'm gonna vote to retain him.

Of course...you do what you want regarding the entire matter.

It's a free country.

For now.

Sorta.

I just wanted to draw your attention to this, because folks were plenty pissed off when this decision went down May of 2011...but lots of time has passed and sometimes we forget.

NEVER FORGET!

Wolverines!

More Tales From The Road: Update With Video! Holy Fuck!

As most of you readily know, I drive a semi-truck for a living.

I have made that fact abundantly and ponderously clear on many occasions.

My really observant readers…both of you...have probably noted that I am more than little bit grouchy lately.

I have no real good reason for my surlier-than-usual attitude.

I mean…it looks like O’Vomit is gonna get his head kicked in November 6th, positive developments are bubbling to the surface on the personal employment scene (more on this later), I and my family are healthy, the sun is shining, the birds are buzzing, and the bees are chirping.

And who could forget that I recently had an “illuminating” experience with local law enforcement?

What the hell do I have to bitch about?

Maybe it’s because my eyes are open.

Every day I see metric ass-tons of military hardware heading east on Interstate 70.

Why?

We’re done in Iraq. 

Afghanistan is “winding down,” yet I see flat-bed after flat-bed of military trucks, wheeled APCs, and armored Hummers equipped with strange looking satellite dish thingies on top where the gun mount would normally be.

Oddly enough, the gear I've seen looks exactly like this.

 

Could these dish doo-dads be those screeching sound emitters used to control crowds?  Or, as the above graphic details, an "energy beam" which cooks the skin?  I sure as fuck don’t know.  

Maybe I should consult Alex Jones.

Where is all this military hardware going?

The east coast…where huge numbers of the recipient class reside…folks who will be displeased when the government tit gets shut off?  Folks who may riot when O’Vomit loses the election?

I’ll be rolled in crackers if I know, but surely all this gear isn’t still being sent overseas…is it?

Another interesting observation from the road is some goings-on at the scale house on I-70 in Richmond, Indiana.

I roll through this “chicken coop” every day, and I keep a close eye out for FEMA/DHS thuggery.

This week things seemed to be ratcheting up there.

New cameras and sensors popping up all over the place, and Friday morning I saw a festive circus tent set up with displays and throngs of interested government agents milling about.

Hell…they even had a big rig parked there as part of the demonstration, and the truck was donated by a treasonous trucking company!  (I don’t recall the name of the truck line.  I’m getting old and feeble, and I can collect only so much intel as I carefully roll over the scales.  Sorry.)

Later that day, I heard this news report on a local radio station:

http://www.wibc.com/news/story.aspx?ID=1794184

“State officials today unveiled what they call cutting-edge technology designed to revolutionize truck inspections across Indiana.

Department of Revenue Spokesman Bob Dittmer says the technology is still in the pilot phase. They're trying it out at the Richmond Inspection Facility on Interstate 70. Dittmer says the goal is to make highways safer in Indiana, Ohio and Illinois. He says the state unveiled two technologies in cooperation with Help Inc.

He says the first technology allows inspection stations to electronically get information directly from trucks about a mile before they hit inspection stations. Dittmer says the other technology is called "360 Smart View." It's used inside the inspection station. The technology takes photos of license plates and the vehicle certification information pops up on a computer screen in the station. Dittmer says the technology means truck inspection stops will last seconds compared to minutes.

Dittmer anticipates the technology could be installed at inspection stations across the state. He says they also believe the technology could save the state money over time.”

Yeah.  Sure.  It’s all about safety and saving time, fuel, and money.
 
…and that shit only takes pictures, and those pictures are only shots of the license plate, company name, and DOT numbers of commercial vehicles.
 
Please…
 
Lookie here, government ass-bags.  I neither want nor need you to baby-sit me or spy on me.  

Fuck you very much.
 
I believe that gear is gathering info on EVERBODY.  Not just commercial vehicles.
 
By the way…a great big hearty FUCK YOU to Help Inc as well. 

http://helpinc.us/

They are the slimy assholes that provided the technology to the Richmond scale house.
 
For fucking FREE!
 
It didn’t cost the state of Indiana a fucking dime.
 
This time.
 
Isn’t that special?
 
Yeah…it’s all about safety, dontcha know.
 
Nice work, shit-heads…
 
Sell your fucking soul to the state of Indiana.
 
Maybe the state will be so impressed with your spy technology that you will get a huge government contract and your shit will be hanging from every lamppost in Indiana.
 
Swell.
 
So yesterday I drove through the Richmond area and dully noted the new spy gear lovingly installed by Help Inc.  (I’ll try to take pics and video next time.)
 
As I rolled underneath the cameras and sensors on my way to the weigh station, I gave them a spirited double-fingered horizontal salute that would have looked a little something like this.

Don’t worry.
 
I still had my hands at 10 and 2.
 
It’s all about safety, dontcha know.
 
Wolverines!