Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Being Used & Abused
If a person is critical of another person while in your presence, and you don't say something, they are assuming that you agree with them, and thus they can now go and tell others and perhaps the one being bad mouthed, that YOU TOO were slamming them. This is the mentality of Drama Queens, so walk away or say something, if you don't want to be branded.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Her Diary - His Diary
HER DIARY:
Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird. We had made plans
to meet at a bar to have a drink. I was shopping with my friends
all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a
bit late, but he made no comment on it.
Conversation wasn't flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere
quiet so we could talk. He agreed, but he didn't say much. I asked
him what was wrong; he said, 'Nothing.' I asked him if it was my
fault that he was upset. He said he wasn't upset, that it had
nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it.
On the way home, I told him that I loved him. He smiled slightly,
and kept driving. I can't explain his behavior. I don't know why
but he didn't say, 'I love you, too.'
When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely,
as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore.
He just sat there quietly, and watched TV. He continued
to seem distant and absent.
Finally, with silence all around us, I decided to go to bed. About
15 minutes later, he came to bed. To my surprise, he responded to
my caress, and we made love. But I still felt that he was
distracted, and his thoughts were somewhere else. He fell asleep -
I cried. I don't know what to do.
I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else.
My life is a disaster.
HIS DIARY:
Harley wouldn't start today - - - I can't figure it out..................
but... at least I got laid.
Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird. We had made plans
to meet at a bar to have a drink. I was shopping with my friends
all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a
bit late, but he made no comment on it.
Conversation wasn't flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere
quiet so we could talk. He agreed, but he didn't say much. I asked
him what was wrong; he said, 'Nothing.' I asked him if it was my
fault that he was upset. He said he wasn't upset, that it had
nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it.
On the way home, I told him that I loved him. He smiled slightly,
and kept driving. I can't explain his behavior. I don't know why
but he didn't say, 'I love you, too.'
When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely,
as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore.
He just sat there quietly, and watched TV. He continued
to seem distant and absent.
Finally, with silence all around us, I decided to go to bed. About
15 minutes later, he came to bed. To my surprise, he responded to
my caress, and we made love. But I still felt that he was
distracted, and his thoughts were somewhere else. He fell asleep -
I cried. I don't know what to do.
I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else.
My life is a disaster.
HIS DIARY:
Harley wouldn't start today - - - I can't figure it out..................
but... at least I got laid.
OIL SPILLS AND KNUCKLE SCARS
Crouched in front of me,
I'm embraced with cold leather.
The tickle of his beard meets my cheek,
followed by the faint smell
of Budweiser on his breath.
"Are you ready buddy?"
he whispers,
as he lifts me
above the mountains
and rests me atop his shoulders.
Gravel and snow crunch
beneath his weathered,
steel-toe boots
as we reach the old worn shed
where so much love and oil
had been spilled.
The lights buzz on,
illuminating the wooden walls
decorated with posters
mom shouldn't see.
The space heater rumbles,
glowing a fiery red
and dad helps me collect the wrenches
perched high above my reach.
He called it tinkering
but I call it life.
Because greased metal slips,
and knuckles bleed,
but cuts heal
and memories like these,
make the scars worth remembering.
by Cody Curren
I'm embraced with cold leather.
The tickle of his beard meets my cheek,
followed by the faint smell
of Budweiser on his breath.
"Are you ready buddy?"
he whispers,
as he lifts me
above the mountains
and rests me atop his shoulders.
Gravel and snow crunch
beneath his weathered,
steel-toe boots
as we reach the old worn shed
where so much love and oil
had been spilled.
The lights buzz on,
illuminating the wooden walls
decorated with posters
mom shouldn't see.
The space heater rumbles,
glowing a fiery red
and dad helps me collect the wrenches
perched high above my reach.
He called it tinkering
but I call it life.
Because greased metal slips,
and knuckles bleed,
but cuts heal
and memories like these,
make the scars worth remembering.
by Cody Curren
Ask Dr. Lou C. Furr
Knowlege Galore From The Nasty One........And Don’t Be So Serious!!!!!
Dr. Lou C. Furr,
Did they have Bike Nights back when you first started riding, and what did a beer cost back then?
Jake New Nomad
Hey Nomad Jake, what happened your ol throw you out......just kidding. Back in the 60’s until the beginning of the 90’s, EVERY night was bike night, because when we got off work (for those who had a job) everyone met at a local watering hole, and then preceded to other bars to enjoy our life style. That was back when bikers were disliked and considered scum....HaHaHa (man I miss those days), so we only hung out with our friends and brothers, without having to see PLASTIC!!!!! On the weekends we went camping or to swap meets, and stayed out all weekend. Everyone back then rode their scoots, no trailers, no campers, hell most didn’t even have tents, we just wrapped up in canvas tarps to keep the dew off. Of course if you did it right (partying) you didn’t worry about the dew or anything for that matter, you just crashed. Beer prices???? I remember buying a six pack for $0.99.
Hey Devil Man,
Are most bikers, including you, "anti cop"???
Signed, Sarge
Most bikers can smell bacon a mile away, and never really want to hang out with cops, but we all know that policemen are needed for structure. No I don’t think bikers are anti cop, just "anti harassment", which often times seem to be the norm from certain cops. It’s like with any profession, a few are assholes and seem to have to prove they are "on the job" and they do harass riders, and it’s usually the city kitties that do this, maybe a county cat once in awhile. The best thing to do is just bow down to them and make them feel important, take your ticket, whether it’s warranted or not and leave.
Dr. Arrogant Ass,
You seem to be hard on the newbies, what gives? I mean did you fall out of the womb riding?
Pissed in KS
Where do you work pissed? Maybe at a machine shop? A nurse? A truck driver? How would you feel if I came to your job and pushed my way right in and pretended I could do your job, though I can’t, you know just faking it. Maybe I could dress like you and talk like you and take over your position, though I know nothing about what you are or do. Would that piss you off? If I wanted to learn your job I would humble myself and come in and ask what I could do to learn your lifestyle. I would sit back and watch you perform (that’s how I learned to drive a car, by watching my Dad), and ask you to teach me the proper procedures on doing the job you had been doing for many years. To me it’s the same way in Bikerdom, you come in humble, not like you own the place, and learn protocol. The circle is always open for more good people, and humility goes a long way. And I wasn’t born I was created.
Dear Dr. Lou C. Furr,
When and where is your next outing. I want to meet you.
Bob from Daytona
Bob, I am everywhere that matters. I may be sneaking around Rossmeyers, watching you drink that Latta and paying full boat for accessories, then I may just follow you into an aftermarket store later that day, where you’re trying to whittle down the owner on some parts for your new bagger, just because he isn’t an official H-D dealer. Of course I will try to sneak into the mind of that independent shop owner and try to get him or her to jap slap yore ass back up the road for literally putting that hard working man down, with your "I don’t have to buy it here attitude......HaHaHa. Yeah, that’s where I’m at............watching out for the little man. I’m watching you Bobby!!!!
See you next month, and ride dangerously, so I can meet you sooner........HaHaHa.
Dr. Lou C. Furr,
Did they have Bike Nights back when you first started riding, and what did a beer cost back then?
Jake New Nomad
Hey Nomad Jake, what happened your ol throw you out......just kidding. Back in the 60’s until the beginning of the 90’s, EVERY night was bike night, because when we got off work (for those who had a job) everyone met at a local watering hole, and then preceded to other bars to enjoy our life style. That was back when bikers were disliked and considered scum....HaHaHa (man I miss those days), so we only hung out with our friends and brothers, without having to see PLASTIC!!!!! On the weekends we went camping or to swap meets, and stayed out all weekend. Everyone back then rode their scoots, no trailers, no campers, hell most didn’t even have tents, we just wrapped up in canvas tarps to keep the dew off. Of course if you did it right (partying) you didn’t worry about the dew or anything for that matter, you just crashed. Beer prices???? I remember buying a six pack for $0.99.
Hey Devil Man,
Are most bikers, including you, "anti cop"???
Signed, Sarge
Most bikers can smell bacon a mile away, and never really want to hang out with cops, but we all know that policemen are needed for structure. No I don’t think bikers are anti cop, just "anti harassment", which often times seem to be the norm from certain cops. It’s like with any profession, a few are assholes and seem to have to prove they are "on the job" and they do harass riders, and it’s usually the city kitties that do this, maybe a county cat once in awhile. The best thing to do is just bow down to them and make them feel important, take your ticket, whether it’s warranted or not and leave.
Dr. Arrogant Ass,
You seem to be hard on the newbies, what gives? I mean did you fall out of the womb riding?
Pissed in KS
Where do you work pissed? Maybe at a machine shop? A nurse? A truck driver? How would you feel if I came to your job and pushed my way right in and pretended I could do your job, though I can’t, you know just faking it. Maybe I could dress like you and talk like you and take over your position, though I know nothing about what you are or do. Would that piss you off? If I wanted to learn your job I would humble myself and come in and ask what I could do to learn your lifestyle. I would sit back and watch you perform (that’s how I learned to drive a car, by watching my Dad), and ask you to teach me the proper procedures on doing the job you had been doing for many years. To me it’s the same way in Bikerdom, you come in humble, not like you own the place, and learn protocol. The circle is always open for more good people, and humility goes a long way. And I wasn’t born I was created.
Dear Dr. Lou C. Furr,
When and where is your next outing. I want to meet you.
Bob from Daytona
Bob, I am everywhere that matters. I may be sneaking around Rossmeyers, watching you drink that Latta and paying full boat for accessories, then I may just follow you into an aftermarket store later that day, where you’re trying to whittle down the owner on some parts for your new bagger, just because he isn’t an official H-D dealer. Of course I will try to sneak into the mind of that independent shop owner and try to get him or her to jap slap yore ass back up the road for literally putting that hard working man down, with your "I don’t have to buy it here attitude......HaHaHa. Yeah, that’s where I’m at............watching out for the little man. I’m watching you Bobby!!!!
See you next month, and ride dangerously, so I can meet you sooner........HaHaHa.
Monkey Joke
A guy walks into a bar with his pet monkey. He orders a drink, and while he's drinking the monkey jumps all around the place. The monkey grabs some olives off the bar and eats them, then grabs some sliced limes and eats them, then jumps onto the pool table, grabs one of the billiard balls, sticks it in his mouth, and to everyone's amazement, somehow swallows it whole.
The bartender screams at the guy, "Did you see what your monkey just did?"
The guy says "No, what?"
"He just ate the cue ball off my pool table - whole!"
"Yeah, that doesn't surprise me," replied the guy. "He eats everything in sight, the little bastard. Sorry. I'll pay for the cue ball and stuff." He finishes his drink, pays his bill, pays for the stuff the monkey ate, then leaves.
Two weeks later he's in the bar again, and has his monkey with him. He orders a drink and the monkey starts running around the bar again. While the man is finishing his drink, the monkey finds a maraschino cherry on the bar. He grabs it, sticks it up his ass, pulls it out, and eats it.. Then the monkey finds a peanut, and again sticks it up his ass, pulls it out, and eats it. The bartender is disgusted. "Did you see what your monkey did now?" he asks. "No, what?" replies the guy.
"Well, he stuck a maraschino cherry and a peanut up his ass, pulled them out, and ate them!" said the bartender.
"Yeah, that doesn't surprise me," replied the guy. "He still eats everything in sight, but ever since he had to shit out that cue ball, he measures everything first."
The bartender screams at the guy, "Did you see what your monkey just did?"
The guy says "No, what?"
"He just ate the cue ball off my pool table - whole!"
"Yeah, that doesn't surprise me," replied the guy. "He eats everything in sight, the little bastard. Sorry. I'll pay for the cue ball and stuff." He finishes his drink, pays his bill, pays for the stuff the monkey ate, then leaves.
Two weeks later he's in the bar again, and has his monkey with him. He orders a drink and the monkey starts running around the bar again. While the man is finishing his drink, the monkey finds a maraschino cherry on the bar. He grabs it, sticks it up his ass, pulls it out, and eats it.. Then the monkey finds a peanut, and again sticks it up his ass, pulls it out, and eats it. The bartender is disgusted. "Did you see what your monkey did now?" he asks. "No, what?" replies the guy.
"Well, he stuck a maraschino cherry and a peanut up his ass, pulled them out, and ate them!" said the bartender.
"Yeah, that doesn't surprise me," replied the guy. "He still eats everything in sight, but ever since he had to shit out that cue ball, he measures everything first."
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
WORD!!!
“One of the hardest things to teach a child is that the truth is more important than the consequences.” - O. A. Battista
Monday, June 21, 2010
If I Could!!!
Man if I had it to do all over again, I’d of graduated from High School and somehow bought me a motorcycle and took off cross country, living from town to town. I would have traveled and played until I was about 45 years old, then I would have found a good place to settle down and went to work in a place where I could have retired with a pension after twenty years. Boy o boy what stories for the children and grandbabies I could have told.
It seems most try this in the opposite direction and by the time they do retire, well hell, they’re just to dang old to ride and to really enjoy life. Many try it, but with the aches and pains that come in the 50’s and 60’s, it’s just to hard to sleep on the ground now. (I’m not saying you can’t do this as an older man, as is evident by many of my friends here, but........).
To be a young man again, and to have a bike, and the strength and stamina to ride America. Working for your beans and gas at small town diners and full service filling stations. Sleeping on the side of the road, wrapped in an old Army tarp. Meeting Americans on the “two lane blacktops”. From coast to coast, just riding and playing. If I could just start over.
My audience with this magazine is probably people over 40, but if you are a kid and you get a hold of this issue, I pray you take this advice. Don’t get married. Don’t go to college yet, beside you will get well educated on the road of common sense. Don’t go in debt, unless it’s for a motorcycle and don’t do that unless it’s your last option. Work while in school and save your money from McDonald's. Screw what some call reality, experience what’s real as you travel. You won’t be sorry!!! So, FTW, go riding!!!
It seems most try this in the opposite direction and by the time they do retire, well hell, they’re just to dang old to ride and to really enjoy life. Many try it, but with the aches and pains that come in the 50’s and 60’s, it’s just to hard to sleep on the ground now. (I’m not saying you can’t do this as an older man, as is evident by many of my friends here, but........).
To be a young man again, and to have a bike, and the strength and stamina to ride America. Working for your beans and gas at small town diners and full service filling stations. Sleeping on the side of the road, wrapped in an old Army tarp. Meeting Americans on the “two lane blacktops”. From coast to coast, just riding and playing. If I could just start over.
My audience with this magazine is probably people over 40, but if you are a kid and you get a hold of this issue, I pray you take this advice. Don’t get married. Don’t go to college yet, beside you will get well educated on the road of common sense. Don’t go in debt, unless it’s for a motorcycle and don’t do that unless it’s your last option. Work while in school and save your money from McDonald's. Screw what some call reality, experience what’s real as you travel. You won’t be sorry!!! So, FTW, go riding!!!
BMR Part II
Lug Nut, JW, Tinman & myself was out in front of our eight man procession as we crossed over the highest part of the mountain road we were riding through, when someone noticed that the last four of our pack was AWOL, so we pulled over to the side on this every twisting road to ask each other, “What happened to them?”
Tinman said Moonshine Billy was right behind him and the last time he noticed his presence was on a left hand curve where oil was in the road and a wrecked Kawasaki was sitting on the right side inside the guard rail. I remember that place, because as I passed the spot, I was looking at the mangled sports bike and got into the curve quicker than I thought and felt my old bagger slip a little as I had to counter steer to keep her from slidding down on her side, like the Kawasaki had of apparently done. Anway, we four decided we would find a safe place and park while we waited for the rest to show up.
I had a bottle of water to sip on while Lug pulled out a couple beers to quench his and Deano’s thirst, we tried to sit down on the wall provided by the good state of North Carolina, but the chiggers were so thick (and big) we passed on that idea and stood out near the road. I saw a car approaching and waved the fellow down that was driving it and as he pulled in I asked if he had seen any bikes back up the trail that may be having some problems, he answered no and said he did see some riders at the last pulloff (where the wrecked motorcycle was), but they looked ok, and he drove off.
We decided that Butta’s clutch cable must have came loose again after he fixed it back at the museum (with vice grips). After sitting there another ten minutes, we all decided we would keep going and find a place to get a colder drink and wait on our partners. Just as we were straddling our bikes, we saw Zack (Hard Luck Willie) coming our way and you could tell by looking at his countenance, it was bad news. “Fritz went down”, he told us. “He’s pretty banged up and his scoots finished”, Willie continued. So we loaded up and headed back North, where we found our buddy from Indiana setting on the guard rail, bleeding from a couple scratches on his face, and it was obvious that he was feeling some pain on his right side. After checking on Fritz I wandered over to his bike, a beautiful Shovelhead that he had just finished up for this ride. The black paint with faint grayish ghost flames, and the chrome and polished engine and tranny were now scratched and had gravel and grass stuck to them.
Fritz had come into the turn a little to fast and when he leaned the bike over to the left, his clutch basket caught the pavement and picked the rear wheel off the ground and when it came back down, the bike high sided, sending the rider over the motorcycle onto the narrow strip of grass into
the guard rail, where he now sit. It was apparent that the railing saved him from an even greater slide, guaranteeing him much more road rash than he now had. Yes it was a sudden stop for his body, but if not for the rail catching him, he would have gone over the mountain, with the scooter chasing after him. Like I said earlier, it could have been worse.
Though it seemed as the “motorcycle gods” were frowning down on us, we did have some good luck. JW’s girl, Deb was on her way to the campsite, where the BMR was being held, and thankfully she decided to take the same route we did, she was pulling a camper, (which took a lot of poise I tell you), and that meant she also had the an empty truck bed, and though she had pulled out ahead of both packs of riders that morning, she some how got behind us, and happened upon the accident, recognized the fellows and stopped, before we five had returned to the scene. What a wonderful site it was to see her there, for if she had of gone the other route, we would have had a long afternoon, going about 60 miles to the place where Fritz truck was stashed, and the round trip would have taken a good three hours to complete, so we thank heaven for Deb.
As the young cats loaded up Fritz’s beat up Shovelhead into the rear of the Chevy, I could tell that his body was starting to feel the pain more and more with every passing second, yet he hobbled his way over to the pick up and sat down on the “shotgun” side and nodded to his new escort that he was ready when she was. So off we go, still manuvering the twist and turns for another 25 miles or so, looking for the next place where there would be businesses, as to inquire about a hospital to check our riding buddy out.
We stopped at the first restaurant that our group came to and Fritz was “braving” up and wanted to skip the emergency room visit, so we grabbed a bite to eat, and was destined for the BMR’s campground/party, when I see another rider go by, who looked kind of lonely. I had seen him two other times that morning and he was by himself, so I waved at him and he too pulled into the eatery with us. His name was Dan and he was a Major in the Army so we started calling him Major Tom, and we now had 9 riders as we departed to our final destination.
Once we arrived at the campsite, things seemed to jell out quite a bit for us. We were all tired from the night before and the too many curves of the last 100 miles. Each of us found our places of slumber (relatively easy), put our gear in the appropriate places and started looking for something cold to drink, again thanks to Deb for rescuing our parched bodies with a cooler full of ice cold PBR’s. By now Fritz was feeling like he should go get some x-rays, so he and Deb went searching for the closest professional medical treatment in the area and we, well we just drug out some old wooden rocking chairs and staked out our place to be for the weekend, on the porch of the bunkhouse, and we just rocked and drank beer, as the people started rolling in. What a life?
(To be continued, because you have to hear about the wild pack of Amish bikers that invaded the camp!!!)
Tinman said Moonshine Billy was right behind him and the last time he noticed his presence was on a left hand curve where oil was in the road and a wrecked Kawasaki was sitting on the right side inside the guard rail. I remember that place, because as I passed the spot, I was looking at the mangled sports bike and got into the curve quicker than I thought and felt my old bagger slip a little as I had to counter steer to keep her from slidding down on her side, like the Kawasaki had of apparently done. Anway, we four decided we would find a safe place and park while we waited for the rest to show up.
I had a bottle of water to sip on while Lug pulled out a couple beers to quench his and Deano’s thirst, we tried to sit down on the wall provided by the good state of North Carolina, but the chiggers were so thick (and big) we passed on that idea and stood out near the road. I saw a car approaching and waved the fellow down that was driving it and as he pulled in I asked if he had seen any bikes back up the trail that may be having some problems, he answered no and said he did see some riders at the last pulloff (where the wrecked motorcycle was), but they looked ok, and he drove off.
We decided that Butta’s clutch cable must have came loose again after he fixed it back at the museum (with vice grips). After sitting there another ten minutes, we all decided we would keep going and find a place to get a colder drink and wait on our partners. Just as we were straddling our bikes, we saw Zack (Hard Luck Willie) coming our way and you could tell by looking at his countenance, it was bad news. “Fritz went down”, he told us. “He’s pretty banged up and his scoots finished”, Willie continued. So we loaded up and headed back North, where we found our buddy from Indiana setting on the guard rail, bleeding from a couple scratches on his face, and it was obvious that he was feeling some pain on his right side. After checking on Fritz I wandered over to his bike, a beautiful Shovelhead that he had just finished up for this ride. The black paint with faint grayish ghost flames, and the chrome and polished engine and tranny were now scratched and had gravel and grass stuck to them.
Fritz had come into the turn a little to fast and when he leaned the bike over to the left, his clutch basket caught the pavement and picked the rear wheel off the ground and when it came back down, the bike high sided, sending the rider over the motorcycle onto the narrow strip of grass into
the guard rail, where he now sit. It was apparent that the railing saved him from an even greater slide, guaranteeing him much more road rash than he now had. Yes it was a sudden stop for his body, but if not for the rail catching him, he would have gone over the mountain, with the scooter chasing after him. Like I said earlier, it could have been worse.
Though it seemed as the “motorcycle gods” were frowning down on us, we did have some good luck. JW’s girl, Deb was on her way to the campsite, where the BMR was being held, and thankfully she decided to take the same route we did, she was pulling a camper, (which took a lot of poise I tell you), and that meant she also had the an empty truck bed, and though she had pulled out ahead of both packs of riders that morning, she some how got behind us, and happened upon the accident, recognized the fellows and stopped, before we five had returned to the scene. What a wonderful site it was to see her there, for if she had of gone the other route, we would have had a long afternoon, going about 60 miles to the place where Fritz truck was stashed, and the round trip would have taken a good three hours to complete, so we thank heaven for Deb.
As the young cats loaded up Fritz’s beat up Shovelhead into the rear of the Chevy, I could tell that his body was starting to feel the pain more and more with every passing second, yet he hobbled his way over to the pick up and sat down on the “shotgun” side and nodded to his new escort that he was ready when she was. So off we go, still manuvering the twist and turns for another 25 miles or so, looking for the next place where there would be businesses, as to inquire about a hospital to check our riding buddy out.
We stopped at the first restaurant that our group came to and Fritz was “braving” up and wanted to skip the emergency room visit, so we grabbed a bite to eat, and was destined for the BMR’s campground/party, when I see another rider go by, who looked kind of lonely. I had seen him two other times that morning and he was by himself, so I waved at him and he too pulled into the eatery with us. His name was Dan and he was a Major in the Army so we started calling him Major Tom, and we now had 9 riders as we departed to our final destination.
Once we arrived at the campsite, things seemed to jell out quite a bit for us. We were all tired from the night before and the too many curves of the last 100 miles. Each of us found our places of slumber (relatively easy), put our gear in the appropriate places and started looking for something cold to drink, again thanks to Deb for rescuing our parched bodies with a cooler full of ice cold PBR’s. By now Fritz was feeling like he should go get some x-rays, so he and Deb went searching for the closest professional medical treatment in the area and we, well we just drug out some old wooden rocking chairs and staked out our place to be for the weekend, on the porch of the bunkhouse, and we just rocked and drank beer, as the people started rolling in. What a life?
(To be continued, because you have to hear about the wild pack of Amish bikers that invaded the camp!!!)
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
2 MUSLIM'S APPOINTED TO HOMELAND SECURITY
You know they have no love for "Christians".............Gives you that warm feeling that America is in great hands!
Well, boys and girls, today the fox is guarding the hen house. The wolves will be herding the sheep!
Obama appointed two devout Muslims to homeland security posts. Doesn't this make you feel safer already?
Obama and Janet Napolitano appointed Arif Alikhan, a devout Muslim, as Assistant Secretary for Policy Development. DHS Secretary Janet Napolitano swore-in Kareem Shora, a devout Muslim, who was born in Damascus, Syria, as ADC National Executive Director as a member of the Homeland Security Advisory Council (HSAC).
NOTE: Has anyone ever heard a new government official being identified as a devout Catholic, a devout Jew or a devout Protestant...?
Just wondering.
Devout Muslims being appointed to critical Homeland Security positions? Doesn't this make you feel safer already?? That should make our home land much safer, huh!!
Was it not "Devout Muslim men" that flew planes into U.S. Buildings 8 years ago? Was it not a Devout Muslim who killed 13 at Fort Hood ?
Please forward this important information to any who cares about the future of our Country.
Checked this on Snopes.com and its TRUE! http://www.snopes.com/politics/religion/dhs.asp
Well, boys and girls, today the fox is guarding the hen house. The wolves will be herding the sheep!
Obama appointed two devout Muslims to homeland security posts. Doesn't this make you feel safer already?
Obama and Janet Napolitano appointed Arif Alikhan, a devout Muslim, as Assistant Secretary for Policy Development. DHS Secretary Janet Napolitano swore-in Kareem Shora, a devout Muslim, who was born in Damascus, Syria, as ADC National Executive Director as a member of the Homeland Security Advisory Council (HSAC).
NOTE: Has anyone ever heard a new government official being identified as a devout Catholic, a devout Jew or a devout Protestant...?
Just wondering.
Devout Muslims being appointed to critical Homeland Security positions? Doesn't this make you feel safer already?? That should make our home land much safer, huh!!
Was it not "Devout Muslim men" that flew planes into U.S. Buildings 8 years ago? Was it not a Devout Muslim who killed 13 at Fort Hood ?
Please forward this important information to any who cares about the future of our Country.
Checked this on Snopes.com and its TRUE! http://www.snopes.com/politics/religion/dhs.asp
Friday, June 11, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
ARE YOU KIDDING ME???
Jennifer Stewart: 3D Film Got Me Pregnant
Friday, May 7, 2010
By Newsolio Editor
The wife of a US Army soldier, Jennifer Stewart, claims she got pregnant by watching a 3D adult film while visiting friends in New York.
38-year-old Jennifer Stewart used the bizarre claims to explain to her husband why their child was black, despite the lovers being very much white skinned.
Jennifer said her child looks just like a black actor in the adult movie she claims to have watched in 3D with her east coast pals.
A month after watching the movie, I started feeling dizzy and the results were positive, Jennifer Stweart said.
She also admits her marriage to the US military man who serves overseas could be in trouble: Even though my husband believed in me, my marriage could be at risk. But he knows Im faithful? she said.
Despite his wife's bizarre explanation, Iraq US military man Erick Johnson said: I see it as suspicious. The films in 3D are very real. With todays technology, anything is possible.
Come On People!!! Is This Generation That Screwed Up To Believe This Or Expect Others To Believe It?--Cochise
Friday, May 7, 2010
By Newsolio Editor
The wife of a US Army soldier, Jennifer Stewart, claims she got pregnant by watching a 3D adult film while visiting friends in New York.
38-year-old Jennifer Stewart used the bizarre claims to explain to her husband why their child was black, despite the lovers being very much white skinned.
Jennifer said her child looks just like a black actor in the adult movie she claims to have watched in 3D with her east coast pals.
A month after watching the movie, I started feeling dizzy and the results were positive, Jennifer Stweart said.
She also admits her marriage to the US military man who serves overseas could be in trouble: Even though my husband believed in me, my marriage could be at risk. But he knows Im faithful? she said.
Despite his wife's bizarre explanation, Iraq US military man Erick Johnson said: I see it as suspicious. The films in 3D are very real. With todays technology, anything is possible.
Come On People!!! Is This Generation That Screwed Up To Believe This Or Expect Others To Believe It?--Cochise
Monday, June 7, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Voters' anti-establishment mood bites both parties...
WASHINGTON— Years in office, high-profile endorsements and pork-barrel clout may not count for much this election year.
Angry voters so far have shown little love for establishment candidates, raising questions about the value of traditional tools like political machines and delivering pet projects.
Primary elections next week in Pennsylvania, Arkansas and Kentucky may signal whether a full-blown trend is under way. If it is, future campaigns might become more bottom-up in nature, catering to voters who won't be guided by political elites.
The anti-establishment tide that ended Republican Bob Bennett's three-term Senate career in Utah has clearly spread beyond the tea party. On Tuesday, it helped topple 28-year Democratic Rep. Alan Mollohan of West Virginia.
In Pennsylvania, many Democratic voters seem unmoved by President Barack Obama's pleas to embrace former Republican Arlen Specter in next week's Senate primary.
Bennett, Mollohan and Specter have one thing in common: They are veteran appropriators who take pride in delivering federally financed projects to their states.
But voters' alarm over deficit spending is turning that tactic into a liability, said Sen. Jim DeMint, R-S.C., a darling of the hard-right tea party movement.
"Voters don't buy this idea that, 'Hey, we've got unsustainable debt and I need $1 million for my museum,'" DeMint said in an interview Wednesday.
Anger and frustration with Washington is even more intense this year as unemployment hovers around 10 percent and home foreclosures hit record highs. The party controlling the White House typically loses seats in a president's first midterm elections, but polls show public approval of Obama and the Democrats sliding, threatening the party's control of Congress.
Specter's nomination for a sixth six-year term seemed virtually assured last year when the entire Democratic establishment, including Obama and Gov. Ed Rendell, backed him in exchange for his switch from the GOP.
Angry voters so far have shown little love for establishment candidates, raising questions about the value of traditional tools like political machines and delivering pet projects.
Primary elections next week in Pennsylvania, Arkansas and Kentucky may signal whether a full-blown trend is under way. If it is, future campaigns might become more bottom-up in nature, catering to voters who won't be guided by political elites.
The anti-establishment tide that ended Republican Bob Bennett's three-term Senate career in Utah has clearly spread beyond the tea party. On Tuesday, it helped topple 28-year Democratic Rep. Alan Mollohan of West Virginia.
In Pennsylvania, many Democratic voters seem unmoved by President Barack Obama's pleas to embrace former Republican Arlen Specter in next week's Senate primary.
Bennett, Mollohan and Specter have one thing in common: They are veteran appropriators who take pride in delivering federally financed projects to their states.
But voters' alarm over deficit spending is turning that tactic into a liability, said Sen. Jim DeMint, R-S.C., a darling of the hard-right tea party movement.
"Voters don't buy this idea that, 'Hey, we've got unsustainable debt and I need $1 million for my museum,'" DeMint said in an interview Wednesday.
Anger and frustration with Washington is even more intense this year as unemployment hovers around 10 percent and home foreclosures hit record highs. The party controlling the White House typically loses seats in a president's first midterm elections, but polls show public approval of Obama and the Democrats sliding, threatening the party's control of Congress.
Specter's nomination for a sixth six-year term seemed virtually assured last year when the entire Democratic establishment, including Obama and Gov. Ed Rendell, backed him in exchange for his switch from the GOP.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Goliath
That's my big dog up above....................he was the best. I say best, because he was poisoned a few years back. Why? Because he couldn't stay home! Always out chasing women, got more a$$ than Mark McGraft, and it was his demise.
I don't condone what some home owner did to my buddy, and I wish I had of got him fixed, but it goes to show us that when we think with the wrong head, it can be detremental to our health. R.I.P. Big Man!!!
I don't condone what some home owner did to my buddy, and I wish I had of got him fixed, but it goes to show us that when we think with the wrong head, it can be detremental to our health. R.I.P. Big Man!!!
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