Life is Hard. Wear a Helmet.

Life is Hard. Wear a Helmet

Virginia State Constitution: Article 1; Section 13
That a well regulated militia, composed of the body of the people, trained to arms, is the proper, natural, and safe defense of a free state, therefore, the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed; that standing armies, in time of peace, should be avoided as dangerous to liberty; and that in all cases the military should be under strict subordination to, and governed by, the civil power.

Alabama State Constitution: Article 1: Section 26
That every Citizen has a right to bear arms in defense of himself and the State.

Friday, August 31, 2012

Must Read

A "Must Read" article from

I dont know about the whole Tinsley thing, but the "Raptor cough" is something I'm familiar with.

F-22 Safety Concerns Linger

The article was long, and made me sad.

I need some good old Air Force humor to straighten me out for the holiday weekend.


Thursday, August 30, 2012

The Gourmet that I am

Weenies and beans for dinner last night.

Chop about four slices of thick-cut bacon into chunks, and fry them up in the bottom of your sauce pan, til they're just getting crispy.

Pull the bacon and set aside on a towel. Throw your chopped onion in the bacon grease and fry for a few minutes, stirring often, until aromatic and tender. Pull the onion out and set aside on the towel as well.

Dump your excess bacon grease. Don't clean out the pot or anything, you still want some bacon grease in there, just not a metric shit-ton.

Dump a big 28oz can of generic baked beans into the pot. Add the bacon and onions, along with about a quarter cup brown sugar and a healthy dose of black pepper. Chop up three hot dogs and toss them in too.

Cook covered over low heat for 30 minutes or so, stirring often.

Serve it up in the living room in front of a football game.

You can do the same thing with ground beef browned with taco seasoning, and some onion and green pepper.

I've even done ground pork, seasoned with Thai hot peppers.

But I've never found a way to make fish work in baked beans. Any suggestions?

68 Days until election day.


Wednesday, August 29, 2012

You think this 'drones' thing is something new?

Billy Mitchell himself ordered the use of Army Air Corps bombers as 'surveillance platforms' during union uprisings in the coal mines of West Virginia.

August 29th, 1921. Blair Mountain, West Virginia

Those uppity coal miners had been causing trouble for some time. Lately the union organizers had moved into Mingo County, West Virginia; led by a man named Sid Hatfield, police chief of Matewan, W. Va..

Back in May of  '20, Sid Hatfield had shot a man by the name of Albert Felts of the Baldwin-Felts Detective Agency (who worked as muscle for the mining companies) during a gunfight known as the Matewan Massacre, when Felts tried to serve a bogus warrant for Sid's arrest. (Sid was later acquitted of the murder of Felts)

In January of '21, Sid and a friend arrived at the courthouse in McDowell County with their wives alongside them to face trial for the destruction of a coal tipple. As they approached the courthouse unarmed, they were gunned down in cold blood by Baldwin-Felts agents.

Do you have any fucking idea what happens when you fucking kill a fucking Hatfield in fucking West Virginia? (and here you all thought that show on the History Channel was just a cool dramatization)

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
  ~William Blake

Over the next several months, the miners of West Virginia became increasingly militant. Sheriff Don Chafin even sent troopers to their camps along the Little Coal river. The miners captured the troopers, took their weapons, and sent them packing. (Remember, some of those boys had recently returned from the muddy fields of France.)

Finally, in late August, after months of harassment and armed attacks by law enforcement and agents of the mining companies, upwards of 10,000 armed miners marched towards Logan and Mingo counties to teach those yankee carpetbagging sons of bitches a lesson. At Blair Mountain, on August 29th, they met Sheriff Chafin and 3,000 law enforcement officers.

Chafin's men had the higher ground and better weapons, and they went so far as to hire private planes* to drop bombs on the miners. (Some of those were leftover gas bombs from WW I.) The battle went on and off for a week and the miners suffered terrible casualties.

On September 2nd, the U.S. Army arrived, ordered to quell the uprising by President William Harding. The leader of the miners, Billy Blizzard, could not order his men to fight against American troops, and asked his boys to turn tail and go home.

As a result of the battle, almost 1,000 miners were arrested for murder, conspiracy to commit murder, accessory to muder, and treason. Some were acquitted, and some went to prison, but everyone that went to prison was paroled by 1925, about three years later.

* the rest of the story...

You just take yourself on down into Mingo County and ask around about what really happened during the battle.

At Billy Blizzard's trial, his defense produced an unexploded bomb that was dropped on the miners during the battle. It was clearly marked as having come from a U.S. depot. He was acquitted of all charges and allowed to go free.

The official story is that Sheriff Chafin had hired 'private planes' to drop bombs, and the U.S. Army Air Corps bombers were only there for reconnaissance.

Try telling that to a coal miner in West Virginia.


Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Laughter is the best medicine

70 Days until election day

I got nothing today.

Snagged this video from over at Endo's blog.

Perfect. I needed a good laugh this morning.


Saw this on FB or somewhere and I instantly started drooling. Went straight to the Grainger store...

Turns out they were given out as incentive gifts to Snap-On dealers and customers years ago, and are not something you can run out and buy at Grainger. Damn.

My Google-fu says I can pick up a decent set nowadays for $100+...if I get lucky.

My birthday is in October, just in case anyone was wondering.


Monday, August 27, 2012

You all know how much I love Monday

71 Days until election day.

You know, I love to complain about getting up and going to work every day.

That's just because I like to complain about something....but I don't really have anything to complain about.

It seems like just yesterday, I was staying with my BIL and looking for a job.
I had sent the wife and daughter to stay with her parents because our daughter had to start her senior year of high school somewhere, and we had no idea where we would end up. It was a tough time for the family.

Now I hear from all my old buddies who are retiring and looking for work. Things are even tougher now than they were a few years ago when I retired.

And what about this sequestration thing?

What if we manage to get the Bamster un-elected, but the Senate remains under Dimmocrat control?
Would they ensure that sequestration went into effect, virtually simultaneously with the swearing in of a new (hopefully Republican) president?

Yeah. Yeah. I know. Who could be that childish, right?  It'll never happen...

Shooting and lunch yesterday with A Girl and Her Gun (+ the Sexy Marine) and Old NFO.

What a blast.

And to top it off, the 1911 Old NFO brought failed to go to battery once. Perfect!

Now I get teasing rights until the next blog shoot.
(Of course, if it had been a Ruger 1911, that probably wouldn't have happened.)


Sunday, August 26, 2012

Sunday morning sleep-in #16

72 Days until election day.

Facebook Status Update of the Week:

Author of Badass of the Week

I'm not gonna hang around and chat.

Gearing up to hit The Range this morning.

Too bad Andy can't make it, I owe him a serious bro-hug for the hat. Guess I'm just going to have to bite the bullet and go on without him.

Ooh! Shiny!  Just saw where he set up the online store for the hoplorati gear.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Saturday Morning Coffee #28

73 Days until election day.

"Mormon Extremists" *giggle*

Mayor Doomberg of New York City ~ "We have a National gun problem."

Guy goes to his former place of employment in New York City. (The largest unarmed victim zone on the eastern seaboard)
Proceeds to shoot his former boss. Several times...reports vary...up to five shots, then he puts his gun away and walks off.
About a block down the street, he's confronted by cops and draws on them, never getting off a shot.
Nine bystanders take rounds in the ensuing fusillade.

Meh. Sounds to me like we have a "New York cops can't shoot straight" problem.

Old NFO sez:  "Four rules, Officer Krupke!"

I'll be hitting the range when they open tomorrow. Woot!

Inappropriate humor in 3...2...

Friday, August 24, 2012


70-something days until election day, and I don't feel like thinking about it.


Got some badass Hoplorati stickers from Andy. I just had to show them off.

I modeled the Hoplorati hat too, but after looking at the pictures, I realized I'm in dire need of a haircut.

With all that hair sticking out around my cap, I look like Billy-Bob the tow truck driver.
(No offense intended, Billy. It's just not my look. I'm a slave to fashion.)
So a haircut goes on the list for this weekend.

Maybe Andy can get a hottie like Nancy or A Girl to model the hat.

I plan on doing as little as possible this weekend.

I've got some cleaning to do. And by cleaning, I mean "Drinking booze and spraying all my shit with Febreeze."  'cause that's how I roll.

Unless someone calls me up and says, "Let's go to the range!"'s the range.


Thursday, August 23, 2012

Still thinking about music

75 Days until election day.

Infantry Troops in Contact, Waiting for Presidential Approval to Return Fire

From The Duffel Blog

Ever since I did that six songs thing, it's been bugging me.

I just sort of flippantly threw in there the answers that first came to mind. The truth is, trying to codify yourself in six songs may be an interesting mental exercise, but left me feeling that the job was incomplete.

Over the last couple days, I've been plagued by memories of music I have enjoyed over the years. I planned a fresh blog post for every one of those songs that came to mind, detailing why that song was so good, and one reason or another for it's importance to me.

Added up to about six months of blog posts. I don't want to be "the guy with the music blog", so I pretty much shitcanned the whole idea.

If you've been reading my blog for a while, you'll know how much I enjoy the music of Tom Waits. (The link goes to what turns into a great discourse on how much we've changed as a society over the years. Well worth clicking, in light of my feelings about feral cats. I thought so, anyway...)

Before I got into Tom Waits, I spent a lot of time enjoying some of Harry Chapin's stuff. I eventually grew out of it, but I still like to pull the old albums out once in a blue moon.


Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Navy Rescue - Afghanistan

Aircrew and Rescue Swimmers from HSC-26 CHARGERS (Norfolk, VA) on deployment...

...for waaaay too long.

The pics are user-submitted over at The Brigade. They've got a great website over there, go check it out.  (Some of it's NSFW)

76 Days until election day.

Man...sore neck, aching sinuses, scratchy throat, pounding headache...What the hell did I get into?
Or what got into me?
I have a luchtime appointment I can't miss, so staying home is not an option. I think I will take it easy today, though.
I do not need to be laid up with some weird summer cold right now.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Do the right thing

Up until last year, they used to come and trap the feral cats on the plant property every summer. They would haul them away, never to be seen again.

Now what do they do?

They still come every year to trap as many feral cats as possible. They take them away to a shelter somewhere and they spay or nueter them, then they give them a rabies vaccine, then they BRING THEM BACK.

They bring those little vicious, vermin-carrying poop machines back to the plant property and set them loose again.

Because, in today's politically correct world, no one wants to be the bad guy that puts down the little half-starved fleabags like they should.

(P.S. - Dogs are awesome.)

77 Days until election day.

Heroditus Huxley says I should get to work and finish beta-reading her book.

Blogging will be light this week. 'Cause...seriously...sometimes she scares me just a little bit.

(The book is awesome, by the way.)

(and I'm not just saying that because I think she's glueing broken glass to her cricket bat right now.)


Monday, August 20, 2012

Monday Glurgle

78 Days until election day.

Would it be any worse than Obama or Romney?  ~The Constitutional Insurgent

Yeah, I skipped a day on the countdown.

I'm not doing myself any good thinking about politics first thing in the morning, every morning.

I whipped up an old favorite for yesterday's Skins vs Bears pre-season game. (Which was a really fun game to watch, by the way.)

White corn Tostitos on a large tray, covered with Hormel "Spicy" chili, jalapeno slices, cheddar cheese and more chili powder. Microwaved for a few minutes to melt it all together, and served with bowls of salsa and sour cream for dipping.

I remember saying to myself while I was preparing it, "Wow. We haven't made this tasty treat for a long time. I wonder why?"

Now I remember...


Sunday, August 19, 2012

Sunday morning sleep-in #15

Peter, the Bayou Renaissance Man, had a recent addition to his "Doofus of the Day" list that really caught my eye. If you haven't seen it already, go watch the video. It's definitely worth the one or two minutes.

It's one thing to talk about the capabilities of an Air Force cargo aircraft in dry technicial terms, and another to see those capabilities in action.

I think the only reason we should call that pilot a doofus, is because he failed to show the monumental testical fortitude to back that baby up and take off again in the same direction he landed.

Pratt and Whitney, Babe.

Also from Peter, by way of Silicon Graybeard, who got it from Not Clauswitz, comes a new meme:

Six Songs of Me:

1) What was the first song you ever bought?
     - AC/DC Back in Black...mowed a lot of lawns to get that. I still have the album in a closet, along with a pile of old 33 LP's I just can't bring myself to throw away.

2) What song always gets you dancing?
     - Me? Dancing? Well, as long as I'm alone in the kitchen with Mrs B, it's Kiss by the artist that got so full of his own s**t that he's represented by a stupid symbol or took me forever to find a link to the all know the one I'm talking's the same one you're dancing to (when no one is looking)

3) What song takes you back to your childhood?
     - Up on Cripple Creek, by The Band. Used to steal my dad's keys and go listen to it on 8-track in his VW hippie-van in the driveway.

4) What is your perfect love song?
     - I'm no good at the sappy love song crap. I hear my favorite love song every day when I come home from work. Mrs B says "How was your day, Honey?" That's music to my ears.

5) What song would you want at your funeral?
     - I'm a bit of a traditionalist in this area, so I have to go with Amazing Grace, on the bagpipes.
       That's right, I said bagpipes motherf**ker.

6) Time for an encore. One last song that makes you, you.
     - That's easy.



Saturday, August 18, 2012

Saturday Morning Coffee #27

80 Days until election day.

Does anyone have any idea why a standard diaphragm pump would stop flowing with more suction head pressure, and run fine with less??
I used to think the laws of physics were pretty immutable. Apparently, in my plant, I've managed to beat that rap.
One of the many benifits of being a SMAAG (Superior-Maintainer-Almost-A-God)

It's got to be something on the hydraulic side of the pump. We tore it apart and cleaned/replaced what we could to no avail.
Ended up pulling another pump from a spot not used much, and putting it in as a temp replacement while I send this one off for someone else to repair. (That's going to hurt.$$)

Today I'll be going back in to work, to take care of all the stuff that didn't get done while I was getting my butt whipped by a 60-pound metering pump. No rest for the wicked.

Next week we divide by zero. Get your affairs in order.


Friday, August 17, 2012

Neat fracking video

81 Days until election day.

Is Romney perfect? Far from it. I talked about why I didn’t like Romney clear back in the ’08 primaries. However, the primaries are where you vote for who you want, and in the general election you vote for who you got. Romney is who we’ve got, and he’s better than Barack Obama in pretty much every way you can think of.
And save me the Libertarian purist, Lesser of Two Evils speech. No. This isn’t even close to lesser of two evils. This is a mushy moderate who sometimes thinks government is the answer when it really isn’t, but overall is a pretty decent person, who understands capitalism, free markets, and the Constitution vs. a wealth redistributing, race baiting, scandal ridden, class warfare loving, marxist.   ~Larry Correia

Sorry guys.

Work exploded on me. It's going to be a long day today. No free ice cream, just a cool video and some boobs.



Thursday, August 16, 2012

Kids nowadays...

82 Days until election day.

So I get a call from my Brother-in-Law on the way home from work yesterday.

BIL - Hey MSgt B, when's the last time you heard from A1C B?

MSgt B - I don't know. Maybe three or four weeks ago.

BIL - Where is he?

MSgt B - Guam.

BIL - Are you sure about that? My parents said he called from Bolivia. Said he got in a car wreck down there, and he was in jail with a broken nose and needed $1500 right away for bail...It's kinda setting off my BS alarms,'s A1C B, so it's not entirely outside the realm of possibility.

MSgt B - So what did they do?

BIL - Hell. They wired him the money immediately. Western Union.

I smiled a little bit.
It's a shame to see your in-laws get taken like that, but it warms my heart to know that if my son ever calls from a Bolivian jail with a broken nose, they're going to send him some money.
F**k yeah.

MSgt B - Hmmm...I think they got taken,'s not entirely outside the realm of possibility,'s A1C B. I need to track him down. Let me make some calls.

I won't subject you all to a blow-by-blow. Turns out that A1C B was supposed to be calling back to their house, so BIL and I worked out some questions for him to ask. Once that happened, the guy knew he was busted, and hung up the phone.
The in-laws got on the horn with Western Union and got their money back right away, as it had not yet been picked up at the delivery point in Bolivia.
Even after this, these guys kept giving it a shot. Another guy called back to the house, claiming to be A1C B's lawyer. Unfortunately for him, we had already seperately confirmed A1C B's location and status, so the whole thing was blown wide open.
...boy did he get an earful from Grandma.

In hard times like these, the scam artists and con men out there are stepping up their game, and they're getting bolder all the time.

This one goes in the Win column for two reasons.
#1 - My in-laws got their money back, and learned a hard lesson about the crazy crap people will pull to rob you.
#2 - Absolutely everyone in the family thought it was actually feasible that my son might be in a Bolivian jail with a broken nose. Heh Heh....That means I raised him right.


Wednesday, August 15, 2012

The Monster-hunting Accountant

83 Days until election day.

I was listening to Sean Hannity on the way home yesterday, and a lady called in, I wish I had been listening closely enough to catch where she was calling from and what her name was. I'm betting she called from Utah.

She said (I'm paraphrasing) "I have a friend who explains all the economic stuff to me, he's really good at taking all that confusing information and explaining it in a way I can understand." then she added, "He's actually a fiction writer, but he's an accountant too..."

I thought to myself, "No f***ing way, man. What are the odds?" (I bet an accountant could tell me)

Best Fruedian slip EVAR:

Paul Ryan was doing an interview (puff piece) with Fox News and was trying to say that Obamsters "Hope and Change" campaign had turned in to "Attack and Blame".
The first thing out of his mouth is "Obama's Hope and Blame..." then he stumbled around and corrected himself.

No. Paul, I think you had it right the first time.

Obama / Biden

Hope and Blame

Hope no one notices how f***ed up everything is....and Blame it on someone else if they do.


Tuesday, August 14, 2012

The Ogre hits it

...right on the head.

Here's a teaser:

"A sudden 3rd party sweeping the Whitehouse – Neat trick. But useless because he has no foundation. He would be useless and be made to look foolish."

Go RTWT. (And of course, a Ronpaulian showed up within a few hours to denounce him. Probably from a link on Facebook. Ha Ha)

84 Days (12 Weeks) (3 months) until election day

Of course, there could be a terrible crisis that prevents the current administration from stepping aside after the election.
(I used to think a statement like that was solely the purview of The Tin Foil Beanie Brigade. Now, not so much.)

The USS Porter and an oil tanker near the straits go bump in the night:

From the accompanying article:

The Strait of Hormuz, at the mouth of the Gulf, is a crowded and tense waterway where one-fifth of the world's oil is routed. Tensions have risen there over repeated Iranian threats to block tanker traffic in retaliation for tighter sanctions by the West. The sanctions are aimed at persuading Iran to abandon its uranium enrichment program, so far without success.

Tensions in the Strait of Hormuz show no sign of abating.

The United States stoked the flames recently with an announcement that it will send U.S. Navy minesweepers and warships into the Gulf for exercises. The U.S. military maneuvers scheduled for September, to be joined by ships from about 20 American allies.

(Emphasis mine)


Monday, August 13, 2012

Can't shut up..

85 Days until election day.

My ADLS (Attention Deficit...Look Squirrel!) has been in overdrive all weekend.

While I should have been reading HH's latest work (which is awesome, BTW) on the computer, the fact that it is on the computer is a terrible drawback. I end up wandering off across the internets for hours at a time.
(Don't worry HH, I'm halfway through and loving it. Won't be long now.)

Yesterday I remembered my interest in Virginia's uranium deposit, sitting quietly under a pastoral farm in the southern end of the state. (The uranium, not my interest) The largest uranium deposit in North America, and the seventh largest in the world.
Various state and federal government minions have been hemming and hawing about it for years, but no one at this point has grown the stones to allow the stuff to be mined.

So I sent off a letter to my boy 'The Guv' to see where we stand.

Dear Governor McDonnell,

I'm aware of the NAS team, and the work they did at Va Tech last year, and I'm also aware of the current work of the Uranium Working Group.

The Uranium Working Group's webpage states it was established "to help assess whether the moratorium on uranium mining in the Commonwealth should be lifted, and if so, how best to do so."

I guess I was mistakenly under the impression that the working group was established to draft the regulations and guidelines for mining of uranium in Virginia, so that the moratorium could be lifted.

Governor, I'm not an expert on the matter, but even I know that we have the technology today to mine uranium safely.

All the working groups and NAS studies are starting to look like a dog and pony show. Meanwhile, there is still a terrible unemployment rate in southern Virginia. (A situation that is only being compounded by the "War on Coal")

Please do your level best to put a boot in the rear of anyone slowing the process down, and get those boys some jobs. (I'm going to be polite, and not even mention all the money our state would make.)

MSgt B
(No. I didn't really sign it "MSgt B". I used my real name.)
(But if I had, The Guv would know who it was, he's just that awesome.)

I asked for a response. Let's see if it's something intelligent, or a standard yada yada yada.

I'm betting on intelligent, Lord help me.


Sunday, August 12, 2012

Sunday morning sleep-in #14

I can't believe I forgot to put Old NFO up on my "Bloggers I've met" list. I think it happened when I first built the list. I removed him from the List of Awesomeness and then lost the link in the shuffle.
I've achieved a new low in blogiverse etiquette. Gotta be known for something I guess...

My bad. Fixed it.

86 Days until election day.

Mittens has announced his VP choice.
Paul Ryan sort of comes across like the Republican version of the bamster.
First moved inside the beltway at age 28, and has almost zero experience in the "real world", but he talks pretty and he says everything people like me want to hear.

and he sure does look good on camera -

Paul, my boy, you haven't got a hair on your ass if you don't serve venison at your first State Dinner. Just sayin'.

I'm going to use "Liquid smoke" on the pork ribs for tonight. Call me lazy.

I haven't had a smoker for three years now. It was one of the things that got sold off when I retired. It was a store-bought barrel type smoker, with the firebox off to the side. Worked pretty well.

Now I've gotten my hands on a good solid steel 55-gal drum.
I've got a grinder/cutter and a drill, but I don't have my own welding equipment. I used to have a little portable arc welder when we lived in England. With their 240V household systems, it was much easier to have something like that around the house.
I wonder what it would cost me to rent one. Does anyone even arc weld any more? All I hear about nowadays is MIG and TIG, and I've never done either of those before.

I'm digging around and found a PDF over at Popular Mechanics on a build-your-own drum smoker that doesn't require welding, but it appears from what pictures and specs they provide, that there's no way to add more coals without pulling the thing apart. I would still have to cut a door, I think. (Or maybe I'm just looking for an excuse to use my grinder to throw sparks.)


Saturday, August 11, 2012

Saturday Morning Coffee #26

87 Days until election day.

Say Uncle has a great link posted (Really? This is my shocked face.)

It concerns failures in the Colt .45's submitted for testing as the new CQB pistol for the military.

You know damn well the comments section is the best part of the whole article.
For example:

Yeah, and as usual, it just kinda goes downhill from there. Ha Ha.

Go see how long you can read the comment thread before you have to just hang it up.

I lasted five minutes, but I read fast.

I got halfway through posting and got bored. I wandered away across the internets for a while there.

Now it's after 9am, and not only have I not done my daily post, but I also haven't done much more than finish off a pot of coffee. Five hours I've been sitting here.

I need to get things moving. First I have to run to Wal Mart for some groceries, then I need to get to work beta-reading for my blog buddy. You all enjoy your Saturday.

Inappropriate humor in 3...2...

Friday, August 10, 2012

Friday Football Fantasy

I started getting a pile of hits from The Gun Blog Black List, so I went to check it out.

I've regularly stopped by North's other blog, (don't bother clicking on the link, it's gone now) but I had no idea he ran this one. [Insert Durka Durka here]

Where do I get the cool logo I've seen on everyone else's blog?

That post about Mom was difficult to read.

88 Days until election day.

Watched my Redskins play their first pre-season game against the Buffalo Bills last night.

The new kid Griffin made his debut, and there was much hay made about it. I hope we're not hanging the season on his shoulders already. I've still got a lot of love for Sexy Rexy.

Mike Shanahan did nothing to convince me that he's not a psychotic madman. If we get into the playoffs this year, it will be in spite of his efforts.

At the start of every season, I reminisce about the Redskins heyday during the mid to late eighties. Doug Williams had carried us to a Superbowl victory, and Mark Rypien made a strong debut in '88 (or was it '89?) just before I joined the Air Force. Then in 1991, while I was a little busy with that whole Gulf War thing, he carried us through another Superbowl victory over the Buffalo Bills and got an MVP award.

I was recently reminded again of Mark Rypien, when I found out that his daughter Angela has decided to follow in his footsteps. She spent 2011 as the quarterback for the Seattle Mist, and is now the quarterback for the Baltimore Charm, of the Lingerie Football League.


Murrica....F**k Yeah!

Thursday, August 9, 2012

I'm Trippin'

I talked about how I was going to start a countdown to election day...then I promptly forgot about it.
I thnk it's a mental block or something.

Anyways, 89 days left until we can vote the current D-bag out of office and install one that may be less of a D-bag than the former.

Who was it that said "Anyone who actually wants to be President should automatically be disqualified from running."?

See, this is why I don't do politics on my blog. I spend a whole five minutes thinking about this crap and I end up feeling that I've wasted that five minutes and I will never get it back. This countdown thing may not last long.

A fitting tribute to the current occupant of the office of president of The United States.

The Adaptive Curmudgeon has a great piece up on Covetous Assholism.

Are you guys ready for your rolling blackouts?

I'm predicting they will start on the west coast. It's a karmic thing.

Road trip!  Down in Richmond all day today.

Trying to wrangle myself a job.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Just a quick note

Until I'm actually appointed "Supreme Leader of the Earth", I still have to work and earn a paycheck.
An army of flying monkeys doesn't feed itself.
(Actually, it does, but it's not the polite thing to do. The neighbors get angry when their pets go missing.)

So I need to go in early this morning. My chemical delivery driver called last night, and he'll be showing up way earlier than usual. My day shift guy isn't qualified on the forklift yet.

JB Miller is setting up the trip to the Nation's Gun Show September 29th. Drop by his place and let him know who's planning on being there.

I vote for his bacon and pepper jack cheese burgers.


Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Murrica....Fuck yeah!

The Mars rover is wheels-down and running.

For the next six months or so, the nerd-ninjas at NASA will be living and working on "Mars time". A Mars day is actually 24.66 Earth hours long. So, in a few weeks, those guys will be having breakfast in the middle of the night. Cool.

"I'll show you some security and I'll show you some peace: Nagasaki and Hiroshima. You fuck with us and we'll fucking melt you." ~ Ted Nugent

67 years ago, we dropped the first atomic bomb.
After twenty years in the Air Force, I know just a little bit about airborne weapons platforms.

All those fancy fighter jets that you see at airshows and such are just newer and better designs for carrying a payload of death and destruction through the air to engage an enemy.

Ronnie's Strategic Defense Initiative, and all the fairy tales it generated about satellite-borne lasers and nukes had the commies running for cover like roaches when the kitchen light comes on.'s my plan. Once I'm appointed "Supreme Leader of the Earth", I'll be putting nukes on Mars.

Yeah, you heard me right, Inter-Planetary Ballistic Missiles (IPBMs? I think not...)

Mars-Based Boom Sticks? (MBBS) (Hmmm....maybe)

Inter-Planetary Anti-Commie Incendiary Devices (IPACID) (Perfect!)

Yeah, that's it...Supreme Leader MSgt B will be instituting the "IP-Acid" program.


Monday, August 6, 2012

Who needs sleep?

There'll be plenty of time for that when I'm dead.

Probably from some horrible industrial accident where I fall asleep at work and pitch headlong into a log grinder or something.

We feed Trevor (she named him, not me) a little treat now and then. He's got a pretty sensitive stomach, but he does fine with a few bits of whatever we had for dinner added to his food once in a while.

That dog will sit at the table and deal a hand of poker (a winning hand) for a few bits of duck with his kibble.

So last night, in my infinite wisdom, I slipped him a couple Ritz crackers with some of that cheese on them that squirts out of the can when you push the nozzle. (That's what we call foreshadowing)

Yeah. I'll never do that again.

"The Night of the Exploding German Shepherd" will be remembered around here for years.

I need to stop by the store on the way home today and replenish our cleaning supplies.