I Have A Dreamsicle

this link should take you to stephen colbert's "i have a dreamsicle" speech. extremely funny.
also, this one is a great spoof on the pc vs. mac commercials.

Fee To Flee

(from CNN)
Before being evacuated on U.S.-chartered ships, Americans are being asked to sign promissory notes to repay the U.S. government for the journey.
That demand outraged House Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi, who said the United States has an obligation to get citizens out of harm's way without "quibbling over payment."
"A nation that can provide more than $300 billion for a war in Iraq can provide the money to get its people out of Lebanon," the California Democrat said in a statement. "I call upon the president to remove one worry from the minds of stranded American citizens in Lebanon and their families back home by declaring immediately that their country will bear the costs of bringing them to safety."
White House spokesman Tony Snow said Tuesday that the payments -- or "reimbursements" -- to the State Department were mandated under the 2003 Foreign Relations Authorization Act passed by Congress.

hmmm...i suppose a small price to pay in return for being swept to safety from a foreign country one has chosen to live in. however, pelosi does have a point. makes me wonder...

Fuck You Friday #2

all this week i've been sinus problems. lots of snottiness, making me cough, sore throat in the morning and generally cranky. and i'm fucking sick of it. so, you know what?
Fuck You, Sinuses! and a Happy Fuck You Friday to all!!!!!

now, go to MG's site to play and/or comment and check out everyone else's.
Man, I love saying "fuck". fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

G'Day

so, this is my new toy. it took me about an hour today to figure out how to assemble the tripod and mount (used, no instruction manual), but i did it. tonight i will take it outside and run it through its paces. some neat accessories to it. a telrad scope, a simple motor drive, a 90 degree diagonal. should be fun and just in time for the Mars Opposition, which will begin next month (closest Mars will be in the last 5000 years [ that's as far back as recorded history goes astronomically, so it's probably been a lot longer]).
this is a two inch upgrade from my previous scope. the previous showed saturn's rings and jupiter's storm band, but this one should get a lot closer and provide more detail. i'll be able to see the polar caps on mars very well now.
and next thursday i'll be down at the local tat shop working on an HNT shot when i get this (look down) put on my left shoulder/bicep. i have three already (two by this artist) and all done by men, so this time i've chosen to have a woman ink this baby. her portfolio is pretty awesome and some of her style is exactly what will be needed for this. it will, of course, lose a bit of the fine detail, but she and i will improvise on that in order to keep the overall continuity as is.
so, a good day all in all. new toy, new tat. some broad coming over to love me up. yeah. good day in the 'No.

add on (9:38 pm) what's with the fucking clouds? i'm sitting here waiting to take out the scope and it's cloudy. nothing to see, dammit!
also, the Dixie Chicks are coming to town on thursday, september 6 (very, very close to my birthday). i'm thinking of going.

Ambiguous HNT

Jedi? Monk? Unabomber? 7-11 surveillance camera? Welcome to this week's Ambiguous HNT.

Perhaps, though, it's just P(en)ith Envy. Have a happy HNT, y'all. And go here to check out the master of it all.

Day 17: Monkey Sees Forest, Counts Trees, Spews Snot

well, the wellbutrin is a neat drug. it increases my focus at work, it keeps me in a good mood even when i'm pissed off, it suppresses my appetite somewhat so that my shorts sag halfway down my butt...
...but it hasn't stopped my smoking. yes, it has cut my intake by about half if i'm not at lipari's having drinks. but it hasn't stopped the cravings as was advertised...
...so, i continue to smoke, but at a much reduced rate. it's somewhat of a victory for the moment. however, i am producing snot at like no one's business. why? i don't know. it might be the air conditioners in my house. i cannot sleep unless air is circulating over my body. that stems from a childhood of sleeping directly under the swamp cooler. it provided lots of moving air and white noise. very lulling...
...but now i am swimming in snot. no infection, it's nice and white when it comes out. but something's rotten in the state of snotmark. snot is dead cells and i want to know what died inside of me. it seems like it was the size of new jersey. if i was a sculpter (but, then again, no) i could have made a life-size cow by now with my snot, complete with swollen udders...
...i'm probably calling in sick to work again tomorrow, because i can't breathe when i wake up and it takes a couple of hours of sitting up for the snot to drain from my sinuses, into my throat, into my mouth and into the toilet...
...oh, by the by, i sold my rifle to herb bauer. herb will quarantine the gun for thirty days. why? i can only think that, because it's a ruger (german), he wants to make sure it isn't harboring any mad cow disease or something. and what i found funny is that the "cop" who showed up to confiscate my old ammo didn't even own a gun. he talked of wanting to buy one, though. made me feel a bit of pity for a guy who wears a badge, but isn't allowed to carry a weapon or handcuffs or billyclub or bigass radio or mace or taser. and he asked me why i didn't just go out to the auberry range and shoot it all. he didn't want to take the ammo. he admired my rifle( funny that when i pulled it from its case he didn't even flinch as the barrel tacked right across his belly. a real cop would have caught the barrel and read me my rights). but he did insist that i sell the gun and not give it to him for processing. said the paperwork would suck and i could get a few bucks for it, which i did...
...which makes me think of alberto gonzales who DID NOT fall on the sword for bush and cronies this week. while alberto is a weasel of the worst kind (hiding behind word parsing in order to not have to ever take a concrete stand on anything) he placed the blame for obstruction of justice squarely in the lap of bush and it was a sweet kind of pyrrhic victory (a victory achieved at great or excessive cost; a ruinous victory). why pyrrhic? because nothing will come of it. the members of congress are so cowed by this administration and so concerned with winning their seats back and giving themselves raises now that accepting bribes has become harder to do that they cannot waste time chasing white elephants across the room...
...and my balls no longer itch, but i keep on scratching anyway...

Gun Guy No More...?

ahhh...taking the day off from work today. woke up at my usual time of 4:45 and discovered that my allergies had spent the night KICKING MY ASS. i reset my alarm for 6:00, then 7:00. shortly before 8 i knew i had to call in sick. lots of snot and coughing. yummie.
but, true to my nature, i can't sit still and chill. so, i've decided to dispose of my old .22 ammunition. i haven't shot my rifle (shut up, APJ) since 2000 and the bullets have been sitting and growing old for as long.
now, when you use google to look for disposal means in and around the 'No nothing shows up. no private outfits, no government contractors. only one website (from the east coast) had any advice at all. to wit: call the cops! so, i did.
yes, the police are the ones to call. they even make house calls. i was given two choices: drop the unwanted ammo off at the nearest station or request a drive-by (so to speak). the dispatcher told me the second option was best, because it's not always so easy to find a uniform at the subdivision stations (plus, they get to snoop around my pad and give me impersonal glares like they know where i keep the kilo of hash, the dead bodies and the illegal immigrants).
and here i wait for fresno's finest to come and service me (shutUP, APJ!).
after that i think i shall make a decision on what to do with the rifle. i have been wrestling with the idea of ridding myself of the weapon for a few years now. it's not a matter of not wanting a weapon in my house. no children live with me, i am not a mean drinker, the rifle has a lock mechanism in place and i don't even know where the bullet clips are anymore. pretty safe all around. but if i am not going to touch it again except to periodically take it out and oil it up (i'm WARNING you, APJ, one more time...to the moon!) then it's just silly baggage to cling to.
i've thought of selling it. in fact, i almost did once. fortunately, i had second thoughts about selling anything to hillbillies. i mean, i wouldn't mind getting a bit of money for it since i did spend money to get it in the first place. but i can't guarantee that the rifle would stay a safely cared-for piece. perhaps, i'll just hand it to the police today when they come by. i know they'll dispose of it properly. i don't think they resell weapons anymore (they did once upon a time if my memory isn't faulty).
i think i actually held on to the rifle for as long as i have, because of the responses i got from friends upon finding out i owned it. i am not a gun guy. never have been. but watching people's brains twist just a bit as they tried to digest this anamolous twig of information and square it with my personality was entertaining. shock value, i guess. now, it's just a reminder of a crazy time in my life that, while fun, was dangerous and stupid.
i think it's time to let this reminder of that time go. memories will suffice. and if they don't...there's always kowboi.

update: found the clip. it was nestled in with the rifle in its case, unloaded and apparently broken.

Still Scratching My Balls. And Smiling.

is that little sack at the bottom for some sort of steroidal clitoris? it looks like a circumcised penis. and is this a trophy for finishing first in some sort of triathalon i've not yet heard of? what would the three stages be?

so, i was sitting here in front of the computer and i realized that i haven't written a political rant in some time. and that made me wonder why. i scratched my head some, then i scratched it some more, then i switched to my balls for a while because my scalp had started to bleed.
i couldn't figure it out. my entire raison d'etre with this blog was to rant, to spew forth diabolic fulminations damning the bush administration for every woe commited unto us during the last 200 or so years.
and here i was scratching my head and sack and thinking of nothing vitriolic to say. why?
why?!?
it's not like bush and the boys haven't continued to provide me with plenty of ammunition. i mean, there's iraq, afghanistan, iran, north korea, illegal wiretapping, israel/lebanon, republican bribery scandals, ann coulter, bill o'reilly, robert novack, pat robertson, rush limbaugh, hurricane katrina, the EPA, the supreme court, guantanamo bay, secret renditions, on and on.
so, why am i not in the mood to dash them against the rocks of reality?
i don't know. perhaps, though, just perhaps i'm in a good mood of late and i don't really feel like it. perhaps, smiling is fun. perhaps, getting out and having some kind of social life seems more conducive to good mental health than staying in all of the time and thinking of a sexy pet name for my moniter.
perhaps.
then again, i'm still scratching my balls. and smiling.

Monday Morning Pictorial

A brother sent me some pictures of typical boys and their pasttimes. Ah, memories...

my man Kinky Friedman is still racin' for the Governor's chair down in Texas. ride 'em, jewboy.

It's Fuck You Friday

evidently, it's Fuck You Friday and, while i don't currently have any shots of me giving the "fuck you" to anyone, i do have this nice photo of the Chimp attempting to pass a field sobriety test. and tequilagirl did say "rules? we don't need no fucking rules!", so that means i can post any fucking picture i fucking want. don't like it? i think you know my response to that.
Happy Fuck You Friday.

Sanctity of the Hoo Hoo

"Straight" from The White House:

(for the boys)

I, [MY NAME], hereby pledge:
1. To stay massively cool by not having sex. Because only major losers have sex – which everyone knows is only for fags.
2. To never let any slutty girls peer pressure me into touching their vaginas – because vaginas are totally gay.
3. To ignore my raging hormones and burning drive to fondle, suckle, and thrust furiously into a hot gooey pit of creamy-soft fleshy ecstasy.
4. To keep my groinal giblets inside my GAP khakis, and to punch those sweaty bits into submission whenever they percolate with desire.
5. To never spill my sacred "dude milk" – unless it is inside of some hot babe who already married me and took my last name.
I understand that abstaining from sex protects me from:
The regret and guilt caused by the disgusting, squishy act of stupid sex, which is basically like going to the toilet from the front side.
Making retard babies out of wedlock, then having to blow my whole allowance on diapers and a stroller instead of XBox games and Snickers.
Catching a brain-rotting STD like "Finger Herpes" from "feeling up" any nasty dirty girlie holes.

(for the girls)

I, [MY NAME], hereby pledge:
1. To never let grubby boys touch me – unless it's just fun innocent stuff like tripping me and pulling my hair. (But only the hair on my head!)
2. To never wear trampy stuff like shorts or t-shirts or open-toed shoes, which basically tell horny perverts that I'm a major tramp who's just asking for it.
3. To never do rough stuff like ride horsies or bikes with hard seats, which could break my vagina's freshness seal and make me totally unlovable.
4. To never let tampons violate the sanctity of my hoo-hoo, because tampons are really nothing more than thirsty little albino penises.
5. To never have premarital sex, because Jesus doesn't want anyone messing around inside my girly hole until after His church makes some money off a wedding.
I understand that abstaining from sex protects me from:
Super-expensive dry cleaning bills for getting crusty sex goop off all my good silk and cashmere stuff.
Forcing my wonderful parents to use "tough love" and kick me out of the house for embarrassing them by being such a little whore.
Having adoption-hungry homosexuals circle my pregnant belly like vultures, hell-bent on corrupting my unwanted bastard child with their sicko "love."

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so, as i was saying a couple of posts ago, i am currently undergoing a spate of very, very vivid dreams since my sleep is barely under the wire in terms of depth. last night was no exception. i won't bore you with the whole dream, but i wanted to share one part. see, my dreams right now are extremely linear and coherent. even the jumps have segues. i am having complete conversations with people and the action and plots make sense. anyway...a certain woman (and no one read into any of this, please) was trying to get me to stop seeing a certain other woman by claiming she was just using me. i wouldn't listen to her, so she hired the help of two certain gentlemen i know to arrange a meeting between the four of us wherein the two gentlemen would steer the conversation in such a direction that the certain other woman's, uh, usary, would be forced into the open. after many attempts they finally succeeded and i looked at the first woman with dawning recognition in my eyes. she noticed, smiled, and said "wow. high resolution results from low wattage morons". i just wanted to share that line, because i woke up and laughed my ass off. kept thinking about it at work, too, and giggling, which drew more than a couple of concerned stares.

good times.

Director of Irony. Heh.

(From a recent speech given by Rep. Rahm Emanuel, D-IL)
"Mr. Speaker, yesterday the President said we continue to be wise about how we spend the people's money.
"Then why are we paying over $100,000 for a 'White House Director of Lessons Learned'?
"Maybe I can save the taxpayers $100,000 by running through a few of the lessons this White House should have learned by now.
"Lesson 1: When the Army Chief of Staff and the Secretary of State say you are going to war without enough troops, you're going to war without enough troops.
"Lesson 2: When 8.8 billion dollars of reconstruction funding disappears from Iraq, and 2 billion dollars disappears from Katrina relief, it's time to demand a little accountability.
"Lesson 3: When you've 'turned the corner' in Iraq more times than Danica Patrick at the Indy 500, it means you are going in circles.
"Lesson 4: When the national weather service tells you a category 5 hurricane is heading for New Orleans, a category 5 hurricane is heading to New Orleans.
"I would also ask the President why we're paying for two 'Ethics Advisors' and a 'Director of Fact Checking.'
"They must be the only people in Washington who get more vacation time than the President.
"Maybe the White House could consolidate these positions into a Director of Irony."

Day 10: The Monkey Emerges

managed to get out of the house tonight. my brain is beginning to get the hang of being abby...something. the last week has been a bit, well, wrong. perhaps it is a compliment to my psyche that wellbutrin twists me in the wind. it must mean i'm not depressed since that is what the drug is ultimately used for. however, it's also used for smoking cessation, alcoholism and weight loss (because the so-called "smarty" scientists finally figured out the hard way that this drug caused a significant minority of users to explode or commit suicide).
so, i've dropped 9 pounds in ten days. my nicotine cravings are definately diminishing (except when i go out) and alcohol has tasted like day-old dog farts






until this evening. actually, food has, too. except for tacos. don't know what it is about tacos made at home with fried corn tortillas that transcends all. but whatever it is does. cantaloupe's been tasting really good, too, as has raw cauliflower. all food looks and smells great and i am enjoying watching other people eat, but mostly my taste buds have gone on vacation to scotland for haggus.

the headaches are wearing off. the irritability is under control now that i know not to drink caffeine in public.
the std turned out to be a sinus infection (but, yes, the appropriate person was still notified).
i am completely focused at work and get a lot done and can speak very, very fast without tripping up.
when i get home i go back into la-la land. the energy surges are like a rollercoaster.
i am now a cheap date to get drunk.
i still am not sleeping in any stretch of the imagination. alpha level maybe. the dreams are extremely vivid and sometimes unsettling. memories are being dredged up from my past that i haven't thought about in years or decades. not necessarily a good time, but damn interesting.

as fucked up as i've felt, i gotta admit it's still fun to ride a new dragon from time to time.

Hey. A funny political ad. Who'da thunk it?

Day 8, Using medication To Help Quit Smoking

Dear Diary:
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...................................................yeah.

Disturbing, Scary and All Truthy

from the Manitoba Herald, Canada

The flood of American liberals sneaking across the border into Canada has intensified in the past week, sparking calls for increased patrols to stop the illegal immigration. The actions of President Bush are prompting the exodus among left-leaning citizens who fear they'll soon be required to hunt, pray, and agree with Bill O'Reilly.
Canadian border farmers say it's not uncommon to see dozens of sociology professors, animal-rights activists and Unitarians crossing their fields at night.
"I went out to milk the cows the other day, and there was a Hollywood producer huddled in the barn," said Manitoba farmer Red Greenfield, whose acreage borders North Dakota. The producer was cold, exhausted and hungry. "He asked me if I could spare a latte and some free-range chicken. When I said I didn't have any, he left. Didn't even get a chance to show him my screenplay, eh?"
In an effort to stop the illegal aliens, Greenfield erected higher fences, but the liberals scaled them. So he tried installing speakers that blare Rush Limbaugh across the fields. "Not real effective," he said. "The liberals still got through, and Rush annoyed the cows so much they wouldn't give milk."
Officials are particularly concerned about smugglers who meet liberals near the Canadian border, pack them into Volvo station wagons, drive them across the border and leave them to fend for themselves.
"A lot of these people are not prepared for rugged conditions," an Ontario border patrolman said. "I found one carload without a drop of drinking water. "They did have a nice little Napa Valley cabernet, though."
When liberals are caught, they're sent back across the border, often wailing loudly that they fear retribution from conservatives. Rumors have been circulating about the Bush administration establishing re-education camps in which liberals will be forced to drink domestic beer and watch NASCAR races.
In recent days, liberals have turned to sometimes-ingenious ways of crossing the border. Some have taken to posing as senior citizens on bus trips to buy cheap Canadian prescription drugs. After catching a half-dozen young vegans disguised in powdered wigs, Canadian immigration authorities began stopping buses and quizzing the supposed senior-citizen passengers on Perry Como and Rosemary Clooney hits to prove they were alive in the '50s.
"If they can't identify the accordion player on The Lawrence Welk Show, we get suspicious about their age," an official said.
Canadian citizens have complained that the illegal immigrants are creating an organic-broccoli shortage and renting all the good Susan Sarandon movies. "I feel sorry for American liberals, but the Canadian economy just can't support them," an Ottawa resident said. "How many art-history majors does one country need?"

HNT Within An HNT

somewhere in Washington a while ago a not-so-young man spent an afternoon taking pictures of himself all nekkid with various props. before each picture he put the previous shot on his computer as the desktop background. in an earlier HNT he used the ass shot from this series. this week, it's the Tummy (or Back) With What Looks Like Bulging Disks (or Appendix).
happy HNT, y'all.

What We Are Supposed To Be Celebrating

IN CONGRESS, July 4, 1776.
The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America,
When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.--That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, --That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.--Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.
He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only. He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures. He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the Legislative powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.He has obstructed the Administration of Justice, by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary powers.He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harrass our people, and eat out their substance.He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil power.He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:For Quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:For protecting them, by a mock Trial, from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent: For depriving us in many cases, of the benefits of Trial by Jury:For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offencesFor abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies:For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws, and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.He has plundered our seas, ravaged our Coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people. He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands. He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages, whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.
In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.
Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our Brittish brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which, would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.
We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States; that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.

World Cup Update, Part 2

later this morning there will be the first semifinal game of the world cup. germany will play italy. let me first say that i am hoping for a germany- france final. i want those cheese eating surrender monkeys to get within one game and then lose it to the krauts (who, by the way, are known as the "manschafft")...oh, and this year's theme at the world cup is "racism is not acceptable" and i'd like to say that it is a great idea and should be acted upon.
moving on, i hope that we will see none of this (see below picture) in today's game:

a bunch of these:
a few of these:
and as much of this as possible. by the way, doesn't she look somewhat similar to a certain friend of ours?
plus, i think that her sign sums up what will be happening out at APJ's later on this afternoon. cheers to all. gametime at noon.