Monday, July 31, 2006

Thursday, July 27, 2006

O Lord, you decieved me, and I was deceived;
you overpowered me and prevailed.
I am ridiculed all day long;
everyone mocks me.
Whenever I speak, I cry out
proclaiming violence and destruction.
So the word of the Lord has brough me
insult and reproach all day long.

But if I say, "I will not mention him or speak any more in his name",
his word is in my heart like a fire,
a fire shut up within my bones.
I am weary of holding it in,
indeed, I cannot.
I hear many whispering,
Terror on every side!
Report him! Let's report him!
All my friends
are waiting for me to slip saying,
"Perhaps he will be decieved;
then we will prevail over him
and take our revenge on him.

But the Lord is with me like a mighty warrior;
so my persecutors will stumble and not prevail.
They will fall and be thoroughly disgraced;
their dishonor will never be forgotten.
O Lord Almighty, you who examine the
righteous and probe the heart and mind,
let me see vengeance upon
for to you I have committed my

Sing to the Lord!
Give praise to the Lord!
He rescues the life of the needy
from the hands of the wicked.

Cursed be the day I was born!
May the day my mother bore me
not be blessed!
Cursed be the man who brought my
father the news,
who made him very glad, saying,
"A child is born to you--a son!"
May that man be like the towns
the Lord overthrew without pity.
May he hear wailing in the morning,
a battle cry at noon,

For he did not kill me in the womb,
with my mother as my grave,
her womb enlarged forever.
Why did I ever come out of the womb
to see trouble and sorrow
and to end my days in shame?


an excerpt from Nobody's Listening by Linkin Park:

So I suppose it gets to a point
Feelings gotta get hurt
And get dirty with the people
spreading the dirt

Try to give you warning
But everyone ignores me
(Told you everything loud and clear)
But nobody’s listening
Call to you so clearly
But you don’t want to hear me
(Told you everything loudu and clear)
But nobody’s listening

I got a Heart full of pain
Head full of stress
Handfull of anger
Held in my chest
And everything left is a waste of time
I hate my rhymes
(But I hate everyone else’s more)
I’m riding on the back of this pressure
Guessing that it’s better I cant keep myself together
Because all of this stress
Gave me something to write on
The pain gave me something
I could set my sights on
You never forget the blood sweat and tears
The uphill struggle over years
The fear and the trash talking
And the people it was to
And the people that started it
Just like you

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Landmine has taken my arms, taken my legs...

I got my new phone before I headed to work today (went in early, stayed for twelve hours...end of quarter, you see) and I didnt get to play with it until about 5 o'clock cause we were so busy. I finally spent a little time in the fiddlin' process and downloaded two ringtones to try them out. BOY HOWDY, this phone rocks! I bought Tom Sawyer (Rush) and One (Metallica) and I test-played One and it knocked my socks off. Metallica?! On my phone?! Sign me up!

Razrs are great. Ive been wanting a nice flip phone for a long while now, and finally I have one. Im giddy like a school boy! I dub my new phone..."pimp".

Look! Im a fiddler crab! Its fiddler crab season!

A funny story straight from the bowls of UPS:

We have a warehouse manager who was grandfathered in from the buyout of Menlo Worldwide--hes a manager simply because he survived the hostile takeover and knows a little about Menlo's workings. Hes a lousy manager, and not only that, but hes girly (so girly he sits in the office doing his hair and giving himself a manicure--his nickname is Charming, since he looks like Prince Charming from Shrek 2). Anyhoo, hes annoying as all get out, but hes funny in his redundancy. On Saturday, he apparently was cruising around on a forklift being lazy when he careened into the warehouse office; I dont know how, its a building inside the warehouse. He plowed the forks right into the wall, leaving two huge gouges. No one saw the accident, so being the girly weasel (but hes so funny in his girliness! He tries being macho, and the machismo collides with his manicure and the insuing trainwreck makes me laugh despite myself) he is, he decides to go home, get a can of paint and some cardboard, come back to the building, staple some carboard over the holes, and paint the whole wall hoping no one would notice. Unfortunately for him, its a different color from the rest of the office, so it sticks out like a sore thumb. Needless to say, first time I saw the damage and I fell over laughing.

I think hes a genuine loon.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Razr worries

I ordered my new phone and plan from Cingular last week--a black Razr with their basic plan, and Im super-stoked about it. It was delivered early today, but it arrive 20 minutes after I left for work. My roommate gets to the apt. an hour after I leave, so I called to ask him about it. He hadnt seen it.

Im not worried. I looked up the order number on the UPS site and it says it was delivered to an office, so its probably the apt. office. Im not worried. Nope, not worrying right now....

Geez, I hope someone didnt jack my phone!

Monday, July 24, 2006

I posted a comment on another person's blog (who shall remain unnamed) in response to the question "What moment made you feel elated" or some such thing. I posted a response about how I remember getting a 36 on my ACT and feeling great. Someone posting in anonymity responded with:

Uh, I don't think I'd be bragging if I'd made a 36 out of a possible 1500, duh.

I wont post a response on the person's blog saying how stupid Anonymous is for this statement, but Ill retort on my own to satiate my own need for written superiority. Youre thinking of the SAT, Anon. It goes to 1600, not 1500. You have shown the planet that you are a tard, and a cowardly one at that. Way to go! Better get this out of my system in my own domain to not seem like a jerk (heh)

Friday, July 21, 2006

An Inconvenient Person

Al Gore! His movie, An Inconvenient Truth, has caused widespread tree-hugging across the nation this summer. I watched a clip for it, because global warming just might have some validity--but when Al Gore introduced himself as "the man who used to be the next President of the United States" I remembered that, oh yes, Al Gore is still moping about the 2000 election, and I dont believe a word he will ever say. Its really sad. I dont trust him or anyone affiliated with him--after Day After Tomorrow, where Hollywood showed it had undeniable ties with Gore and his whacky pals, I cannot stomach anything they say.

Sad, aint it? I guess we'll just have to wait ten years to see if we all die from melting ice caps and angry drowning polar bears.

Nothing to blog

So Ill bum from Alisa and list like a big bad dude.

3 Things That Scare Me
removal of the Bill of Rights
decline of Western society
losing the spiritual war

3 People That Make Me Laugh
my roommate Brando
my dad
Mike Nelson and the MST3k crew

3 Things That I Love
my family
my guns
good, productive labor

3 Things That I Hate Most
despots & scum who prey on the weak

3 Things I Don’t Understand
why Diet Coke is so yummy
why anyone would willingly vote for Howard Dean

3 Things I Am Doing Right Now
jamming to Creed and Sam & Dave
drinking Diet Coke

3 Things I Want To Do Before I Die
mission work
visit the Smithsonian
engage in a hopeless battle for a righteous cause

3 Things I Can Do
fieldstrip just about any military gun produced in the last 100 years
troubleshoot a computer
play French Horn

3 Ways To Describe My Personality

3 Things I Can’t Do
watch network television for more than an hour
eat anything that crunches while still alive
get a date (man, Im good)

3 Things I Think You Should Listen To
Savatage, baby!

3 Things You Should Never Listen To
anyone else who dogs you
the bell tolling

3 Absolute Favorite Foods
meat, in all its guises
pizza with meat on it
meat Ive killed and prepared myself

3 Things I’d Like To Learn
how to play bass
oration to move a crowd

3 Beverages I Drink Regularly
Diet Coke
more Diet Coke
sometimes water

3 Shows I Watched As A Kid
the Last Starfighter
the Tick

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Fall to Pieces*

This has been a crazy week. I got a haircut which changes my view of life (nothing like a good shearin' to raise the spirits!), a new guy started a work so its been easier, Ive only gotten 23 hours because Dell is preparing for the EOQ next week (they're going to hammer us, so its the calm before the storm) and Dillweed at work is seemingly on the verge of mental collapse. I am kind of in a fix. Let me fill in the details.

Dillweed has me centered as his only good pal on the planet, which makes me feel like crap for avoiding him. Im serious, if he deserved my pity, it would be different and I would LIKE to help him, but he tries to force his woes on people and it just makes folks mad, because we all have problems enough without being burdened by complete strangers. The bigwigs sent him home Monday because he smelled so badly that it was disrupting work. Its not that he doesnt have available assets, he just doesnt bathe. So now hes been really subdued instead of obnoxiously outgoing; I suppose the sendhome made him think, and we figure hes really started hitting the booze and the weed because he has been in a constant stupor since the beginning of the week. My boss thinks this might be the beginning of the end for D, and I tend to agree at this point. He only talks to me now--like Im his liason (sp?). I need to do something, but Ive been a floormat to enough people with overwhelming personal problems that I dont want to willingly throw myself on the doortsep and invite guests without knowing its for the betterment of everyone. I just hope he doesnt decide to open fire without due warning.

*Velvet Revolver. great song.

A Dissection of the RPG-7

There has been ALOT of media coverage over the RPG-7 in the last 3 years. Being a man of hte people, I just feel the need to give yall the run down on this simple, yet effective, piece of Russian surplus crap--you know, in case youre going to the store and get jumped and have to know alot about RPGs. It Los Angeles. Anyway.
The RPG, designed by our Soviet pals 40 years ago, is the jihadist's next best friend (next to, of course, the AKM) and has been produced in every Soviet satellite nation EVER. RPG stands for Rocket Propelled Grenade--the actual projectile is two pieces, the warhead and the booster assembly which are assembled prior to firing (if you had the two together, you might trip and find yourself extra crispy). There are several types of ammunition, ranging from HEAT rounds (High Explosive, Anti-Tank) to anti-personnel, to your generic warhead, such as the one you see in the picture. Oddly enough, the generic, mass-produced high explosive warhead uses a piezo-electric fuse (piezoelectricity is the electricity drawn from crystals when compressed) which can be disabled by setting up a chain link fence. Get me? Chain link will stop an RPG half of the time--the round passed through the chain link and disables the fuse, so if it does hit you, itll just be fast moving club instead of an incinerating cone of gas like normal (cause thats what it is--superheated gas, not actually an explosion. It varies on the type of ammunition, of course).

The actual launcher has a crapload of warnings--dont stand and fire upwards unless standing on a rock six feet off the ground or youll incinerate your legs with the backblast; dont have anyone standing within 65 feet of the breach when you fire because the thing seriously has a lethal backblast that extends back that far. Dont stand by any walls, dont put the eyepiece close to your head or it will knock you out, make sure the booster is attached properly and the wax seal is not broken (or the booster will split and, well, blow you to little chunks). Neat, huh? Im amazed you dont hear lots and lots of reports of terrorists and insurgents blowing themselves (or their comrades) to bits trying to fire them in closed quarters. Luckily for us, the Russians made 9 million before production ceased, so the supplies are endless. I know what Im getting for Christmas!

And is anyone else wondering why a police officer is holding an RPG? Does he plan on using it on the crowd?

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

The Jetsons II: After the Armageddon

Okay, I ripped that line off from Mike Nelson, but I start that way because there have been an enormous amount of crappy sequels lately-- Disney has based their entire operation on crappy sequels lately. You have MIB 2, seven years after the original came out, Clerks 2, which is sure to be much lousier than the original for multiple reasons, Super 20,000 or whatever theyre up to now--we have sequels running out our ears. Ive thought up a few of my own to pitch to hippy directors so I can sue them for snatching my ideas when they inevitably stoop to taking my suggestions:

  • CareBears the Movie II: Revenge of the Toilet Seat Covers
  • Pirates of the Carribean III: Ahoy Me Ear Swabs (dang, they beat me to it)
  • Manos, the Hands of Fate: The Triumphant Return of Torgo
  • Madeline Returns: Conjugation Conundrum
  • Fight Club II: More Brad Pitt Pretending Not To Be a Weenie
  • Ed the Sock the Movie
  • Karate Kid IV (or is it V? or VI?): Puberty Strikes Back
  • Die Hard Even Harder: Achtung! More of Ze Germans!
  • Survivor the Movie: Less Deodorant, More Whining
  • Riding In Cars with Boys...and Dogs: The Final Conflict (its gotta be EDGY, man! These hip kids gotta be with it...yo)
  • Baby Geniuses III: The Genocide Begins

In a related note, I found out theyre making a movie of Transformers that comes out next year. Lucky for us, they let that manic queerbait MICHAEL BAY direct it, meaning there is a good chance that Optimus Prime will turn into a giant toaster or something incredibly stupid and off base, simply because he thinks it sounds cool. Save a seal, someone club Michael Bay.

Anyone have any sequels to add?

"What's the name of the game?" "Invasion!"

A while back, I discovered I could download audiobooks as well as ripping off the Man by jacking old Iron Maiden and Judas Priest songs. I got the original recording Zero Hour by Ray Bradbury on the CBS Mystery Theater, and I must say, it rocks. If you can find a copy of Zero Hour (I remember reading it in one of his short story compilations, but I cant remember which one--just read em all!). Good stuff.

Also, I found an awesome shirt that Im going to order off the internet. Like it? The actual shirt was white, so the picture is text only. Ohhhh well.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Sam Walton would be ashamed

Or at least I like to think so:

Wal-Mart to Stop Selling Firearms in Some Stores
Wal-Mart Stores Inc., the biggest seller of firearms in the country, said it is discontinuing sales of guns in about 1,000 U.S. stores due to insufficient demand, part of an effort to boost sluggish sales by better matching store merchandise to individual neighborhoods.
The Bentonville, Ark., retailer wouldn't say which stores would stop selling guns and whether sales at those stores had fallen off recently or had always been substandard. The company said the move to stop selling guns at what amounts to about a third of its U.S. stores is part of Wal-Mart's larger effort to improve its "store of the community" program that tailors store products to neighborhood demand.
"If demand is not there for an item, we stop selling it," said Karen Burk, a Wal-Mart spokeswoman.
Wal-Mart declined to break out its gun sales. However, its much broader sporting goods and toys category, which includes firearms, was one of three merchandise categories whose percentage of Wal-Mart's total sales slipped last year.

Taken from

I give this four thumbs down. Wal-Mart sells cheap shotgun shells! Where else will I get them if THEY dont have them? GRRRR!


Another nail in the coffin

...of originality. Im sure many of you have seen last year's blockbuster smash, The Island, directed by the lousy, meatheaded excuse for a human, Michael Bay, who has also poisoned the planet with crap like Armageddon, Bad Boys II, and other things that are worth a good shin-kicking. Can you tell I dont like him? Cause I dont. Back on topic! My sister suggested I watch it, and Ill give the movie the props that the plot is a serious mind-bender. But oh so familiar....OH YES!

Its a dead ripoff of the 70s movie Parts: The Clonus Horror, a movie I have seen "reviewed" by the hearty men of Mystery Science Theater:3000. I mean a DEAD ripoff. So close, in fact, that the director and owners of the rights to Parts are suing that dirty dog Michael Bay for plaigarism in over 90 cases throughout the two movies. Personally, I thought Parts wasnt a bad idea, it just had some issues. Michael Bay, on the other hand, has never, never, produced something I enjoy. Read an interview with him. The guy is a pompous meathead. I think he directed Pearl Harbor, too, which made me groan when Alec Baldwin (ALEC BALDWIN) portrayed the bold and inventive Colonel Doolittle. Please dont make me vomit. Or, if you insist, let me vomit on Michael Bay.

Im done.

Monday, July 17, 2006

a post for Demo

Blizzard is never going to make a Starcraft 2. They announced this about two years ago, I think a little before they produced Starcraft: Ghost, a stab in the back to the hardcore, original PC fans by selling out to the console meatheads. An MMO is a massively multiplayer online game, meaning that if indeed they do crapify Starcraft and make it MMO (which they would, since Blizzard is now controlled by greedy jerks now who dont remember the good ol' days of Diablo II and Warcraft I, the Starcraft game would turn into a huge orgy of 41 year old men pretending to be 18 year old girls and whiny kids hacking and stabbing you in the back.

A side note to anyone who is interested: massive online games are the worst idea ever. Im serious when I said that comment about the old men pretending to be women. I guess people figure that since its online and no one knows you, you can be a disgusting pervert and run around having cybersex in public chatrooms and over the public channels. its gross and I hate what it has done to computer games. Good thing Ive given them up.

Another side note: I look fondly on the time I spent playing games when I was younger, but that was a time BEFORE you had utter crap like Everquest (the first really huge online game; people call it Evercrack because there have been suicides from online rejection--no joke). Back then games had to have in depth plotlines to compensate for shoddy graphics. Those are the games till worth playing in spare minutes when Im utterly bored.

And while Im still on the subject of games nowadays, note in the picture the obnoxiously, overly perfect elf-lady-object. Its gotten worse since Everquest came out--game women now are SO disgustingly disproportionate that it is NO WONDER that guys like my ex-brother in law cant snap themselves back into reality and realize how utterly stupid the entire idea is. Now Im done. But I dont want to be.

Once again, Israel opens a can

Take note, Middle East: its not a wise idea to attack Israel. Really. Did you learn nothing from the Six Day War, or the constant plight of the Palestinians? Apparently not. Personally, I ecstatic that someone is taking a stand. What really gets me is that the UN threatened sanctions on Israel if they didnt stop defending themselves and the US was the only country to veto the move.

So, we dont put sanctions on half of Africa for genocide, but we sanction Israel for retaliation to protect its citizens? I see how it is. Kofi, you have the brilliant stink of jackass all over you.

More Penny Arcade Classics

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Ive thought alot about what my future holds. My musings have led to wall after wall--I thought that I had reached the end of my considerable means. Then, I realized, I want to be JUST LIKE...

Steven Seagal.

Oh yes. Not only has he been in at least 3,000 direct to video smash hits, but he also has his very own brand of energy drink:
http:// and a hit album, that uh, hits people. Mentally. Like a strike from a deadly tiger that IS Steven Seagal. A now fat tiger. Who is talentless.

man, if only I had my own energy drink made with Yerba Mate and other non-caffeine ingredients. Theres a review of his amazing brew at Agony Booth, which is a site I enjoy terribly.

Friday, July 14, 2006

Blizzard Entertainment is a dirty whore

And if they MMO Starcraft I swear Ill hunt them down. Dont give the REAL, original fans (I played it as a kid) a sequel then shoot us in the back and make it MMO, huh? I hate you, Blizzard. No, seriously.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

This calls for pirate radio!

My favorite rock station was bought out by a corporate entity recently and now sucks big time. Before, there tag line was all about how they werent corporate and how its better to be independent, and then they sold out. I mean, they REALLY suck. Its not ClearChannel, so they play the stuff that the ClearChannel station already wore out so its like the bad old days all over again.

It drives me crazy! Why keep playing Carry On Wayward Son when Kansas has tons of other great songs? Or Simple Kind of Man instead of Skynyrd's other greats? Dont they get tired of hearing it themselves, or am I the only one left who gets really tired of the same old crap? Guess so.

Which brings me to about six thousand other points, but Ill stick with one. Lately there has been an attack of new rock bands that all sound exactly the same with redundant, stupid lyrics and childish guitar riffs that a trained chimp named Rosie could master in 30 minutes. You go Rosie. Anyhoo, Im fairly sure the stations get a contract in advance to hype a song from a specific group regardless of how good it is. Like the Foo Fighters latest album--its a complete disappointment compared to all the great things theyve done before, but it gets run into the ground anyway. Constantly. It seems to me now (Im sliding into another point, sorry) that bands are getting the drift they dont have to try as hard anymore so they just put out crap that sells fast because people are stupid. Red Hot Chili Peppers last hit song sounded exactly the same as about 50 other songs that have come out lately, barely straying from the central chord established at the beginning of the song. Pearl Jam (not that I expect those tards to put out anything good now anyway) had a crap record come out a few months back that is so basic that the first time I heard it I thought it was some corny new band and didnt even recognize their previously distinctive guitar. GARRRR!

Just flip on the radio and listen to any new song...none in particular...and it is almost assuredly similar--strikingly similiar--to a song youve heard in the recent past. I cant almost guarantee it. Sad, aint it? Time for Jon's PIRATE RADIO! So...whats a ham radio? No one has told me yet.
Im a befuddled fellow. I need to purge some stuff from my overpacked cranium.

Things Ill never understand:
  • The fascination with Paris Hilton. There are plenty of scrawny, squinty chicks around already.
  • Why we dont have a base on the moon yet. Screw global warming, lets colonize!
  • Why Al Gore doesnt just start crying at a press conference and get all his anger out. We all realize youre a sad little man. Just let it go, Al.
  • Why people think fondly of the 70s. I mean, all we got was disco, and bad Mustangs, and Jimmy Carter...
  • Indie rock.
  • Why God hasnt smitten us all yet for blasphemy. Turned on the TV lately?
  • Why Calico went under (sniff)
  • How to tie a tie. Im just to lysdexic, I spose.
  • Why people insist on sitting next to you in an empty theater. Feeeel the hive mind.
  • Why cats are so lazy.
  • Women.
  • Where all my ballpoint pens go.
  • The parasitic dealings of AOL.
  • Why we havent diverted all our military might to attacking the UN. They hurt us more than any other agency.

If you get bored, you should look up info about the Iraqi supergun. Its interesting, for sure. A little Cold War leftovers, anyone?

I checked the value of my truck today to see if it was possible for me to sell it and have enough money for me to buy a cheaper car. Strangely enough, it is the exact same value that is left on my loan--I mean exactly. Its been this way for two years. I guess it depreciates at the exact same rate as the loan payments are deposited. Fooey.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

A piece of fat to chew on

Metaphorically speaking. My cubicle mate A found wasnt in the office Monday and showed up late yesterday. I figured something minor had happened or he just decided to call it quits, but he came in and said he found out Monday his roommate hadnt paid his half of the rent since they moved in four months ago, so he got evicted and had to move suddenly. That stinks.

How do you NOT pay the rent for four months?


Does anyone know what a ham radio is?

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

The Hammering Process

I cant sleep, so Im going to attempt a mental dump so I can get a little shut eye.

Lately, as in the last few months, my thoughts keep drifting back to how tumultuous the last two years has been for me. I went from graduating high school to ditching college, to getting fired from 7 jobs to living in an apartment with my best friend from high school who I just knew I would never see again after high school. Life is seriously weird.

I need to get back in school. Desperately. I realize that working at UPS is a super job for someone my age, but to me, stability is stagnation, and I hate staying in the same place for long. Its been a year since I moved to Dallas, and I think now that I have things kinda sorted out that I want to go to school at Lubbock Christian. Alot of the reasons I avoided going there are gone now, or I simply dont care about them anymore. Ahhhh...I dont know.

On a less heavier note: I got my Oxpho-Blue in the mail! Time for my rifle to go black once again.

Friday, July 07, 2006

I heart classical music

Im completely out of music to listen to. Ive downloaded every song I can think of that Im not already sick of (its getting harder, I declare) and Ive now reverted back to classical music. It brings me back to the days of yore with my band director, the immortal Mr. Dillon, screaming from the top of the auditorium in marching practice to hold our heads up, play louder, blend better...we rocked big time.

Anyhoo, I download Mussorgsky's Pictures at an Exhibition. The intro harmony is absolutely fantastic. I could spend an eternity in the french horn counter melody. Its beyond description. Then the song moves on to utter blandness in comparison to that 3 seconds of french horn counter melody. Ive gotten to the point when I live for the tiniest chord progression in a song, then change it afterwards because the rest of the song pales in comparison. Go figger.

GAR Im so bored. Is anyone else up at 3 in the morning?

Thursday, July 06, 2006

More Fetid Feces, Fed Forcefully from...

The Brady Campaign, who is busy protecting US citizens from their worst enemy: themselves. A quote from their hippy...I mean, completely factual database.

Second, there are certain classes of weapons that should be out of bounds for private ownership. They include Saturday-night specials, which are used almost exclusively for crime, military-style assault weapons like Uzis and AK-47s, and .50-caliber sniper rifles, which serve no ordinary sporting purpose.

Im a gun nut. What the fatty is a Saturday night special? is that like a .38 Special used on a Saturday? or a special gun you buy at a gun show on a Saturday night? If thats the case, then my Schmidt-Rubin rifle, which is now turning 63 and lookin' great, is classified as one. I love those indiscriminate terms! You could easily compare the evil, indiscriminate assault weapons used by the evil gun-toting NRA to the indiscriminate terminology of the Brady Campaign. Anyhoo, heres another tidbit straight from the bowels of their spin factory: The FN Five-SeveN is now the pistol of choice for criminals shooting cops. Move over Glock, you done got high-rollered out! That picture is a Five-SeveN. Number one, that gun costs 850 new. Thats really cheap. A Glock or any other reliable semi-auto costs around 500 or lower, depending on the quality and age and so forth. The exceptional part of the pistol is the caliber: the 5.7x28mm round, used exclusively in only two guns in production (they may have spread more, I need to research a little, but on Fabrique Nationale uses it to my knowledge). The ballistics are amazing, but the bullet is rather easy to spot and trace because of its exclusive use. SO, the Brady Campaign has revealed another appalling truth to us...actually, two appalling truths:
  1. Our criminals are buying super-swank pistols so their bling bling matches their gat gat;
  2. Our criminals can afford the expensive and hard-to-find ammunition instead of just opting for the tried and true, very very common 9mm round.

You go, Sarah Brady! You go...stuff it.

Im not done ranting yet. Make Poverty History is alot of bunk. What good are they really doing? What does donating money without widespread action ever do anything? Look at the people who donated to it last time! The Arms Reduction Coalition?! What does that have to do with reducing poverty? Or is it just that the same group of organizations are always in bed together, since they are all buddy-buddy with the UN, the most gut-useless, corrupt organization on the planet? If you want to put a dent in poverty then volunteer at a soup kitchen! Get your hands dirty! We have this entire mentality that enough money will fix all our problems--instant weight loss, instant AIDS cure, instant poverty dissipation? Has anyone considered that it is an overwhelming social problem? Just read this, a quote from their site:

This injustice will only be changed if enough citizens across the world call on rich country governments to change their trade policies, for example at the World Trade Organisation (WTO).
We need to stop people's lives being destroyed because of unfair trade laws -
UNFAIR TRADE LAWS?! Try genocide in Africa causing poverty! Try vast amounts of people being displaced because of insurrection in all over the continent! Try ignorance on behalf of the Chinese! Who do you think the donated money will reach? The governments! Not the people! For the love of God Almighty, how do they not get the point?! Even that pinhead Bono gets it:
Have all the concerts you want. Throw a big party celebrating fair trade that will end poverty (HOLY CRAP).
I just have one rhetorical question for them to answer: Would fair trade end the starvation of the people of Somalia when Aidid was holding the food? GREAT idea. Fair trade! That has the be the stupidest notion Ive heard in the last 6 months (I cant say ever, Howard Dean keeps opening his mouth).

If I throw a bunch of crap, some of it is bound to stick

Make Poverty History!
Or yet another way of saying "Throw money at it so you dont have to interfere and get your hands dirty!" I guess the whole end AIDS and hunger thing is kinda not so hot anymore, eh? Note how they have supermodels campaigning with signs on their site to promote donations and support. Screw having a conscience, there are MODELS! Im in, for sure!
Meanwhile, the United Nations, in all its supreme executive idiocy, has declared war on gun ownership in America (oh sorry, illegal guns in the world, not just on the link for an update Im glad to see that stupid people can still gain positions of power. Where would we be without senseless ambulance chasing, and oil-company harassment (for the last freakin' time, the oil companies DONT CONTROL PRICE), and an endless barrage of small, useless laws--Everyone, get out there and vote more politicians into office this year! We need consummate politicians because we regular folks are far too stupid to govern ourselves.

Besides, Kennedy needs a thousandth term.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

The Bell Tolls for Thee*

I spent today at my sister's apartment on the far side of the metroplex, wasting away the Fourth without fireworks. Today has really reminded me of several things:
  1. The Fourth stinks in town. No fireworks...bah! Im a country boy! Pass the explosives!
  2. There are two types of people: hippies, and those who arent hippies.

Now about the hippies: Im not sure who any of the people at my sister's apartment were (I knew 2, I think...) but theyre all hippies. I know its a stereotype, but Ive spent all day trying not to stereotype and defending them to Brando when I dont even know who they are in the first place. At first glance...and second glance...and several long stares...I have determined that the "ladies", or girls, were meatheads of the highest degree. I mean honestly! Acoustic guitar has killed western civilization in the hands of schmoozy white guys who think they can pass themselves off as musicians! BEING a musician, I have to say that POWER CHORDS ARENT MUSICAL UNLESS SUPPORTED BY MELODY! AAAAAAAARGH! I know this doesnt make sense. But theyre all hippies. Tis a good thing I have resigned myself to being me and not caring.

I just dont understand them thar hippies. At one point, one of them called his friends up and invited them over to the apartment. Pardon. Its not your apartment. I dont know how well Mark knew him, but I mean COME ON! How audacious do you have to be to invite friends to someone else's house without asking first? Gimme a freakin break. My butthead-o-sensor is going off constantly now-a-days.

PS--Ashley needs an enema. Worthless git. I say that with full, unadulterated confidence.

*a song by Rush. I dont know if thats the name or not.

Saturday, July 01, 2006

Correction for the peeps

I was wrong when I said that picture was Morgoth and Tulgas fighting--its really Morgoth and the elf-king (I think he was elvish--I need to reread Silmarillion) Filgolfin fighting. Filfolgin got in 9 hits then died, I think. But STILL when Tulgas fought him he did it bare-handed and thrashed him. The point stays the same.

But THIS picture is really cool too!