Saw this guy on the MugTome interwebnetsite.
Paul Smith has more grace in his smallest fart than I have in my entire body.
I could probably use a good ass-kicking for my crappy attitude.
Posted in art, cool, Worthy of Respect, tagged artist, cerebral palsy, grace, humbling, Paul Smith on September 11, 2014| 1 Comment »
Saw this guy on the MugTome interwebnetsite.
Paul Smith has more grace in his smallest fart than I have in my entire body.
I could probably use a good ass-kicking for my crappy attitude.
Posted in Worthy of Respect, tagged Band of Brothers, movies, not-blogging, understanding on July 24, 2012| 7 Comments »
I am very proud of Cruel Wife. She has agreed to watch Band of Brothers from nose-to-tail. She’s not big on war movies but (1) this is more or less real, even with the embellishments, and (2) even though it is disturbing, she’s still watching it.
I have said many times that I will insist that our kids watch BoB and Saving Pvt. Ryan before they leave home, for I want them to be innoculated against those who wish to poison their minds against our country and I want them pay proper respect to our military and our veterans.
I firmly believe that with the right illustration one cannot help but gain a certain amount of respect for those who have sacrificed in either their lives, their health, and in years of service. Reading of it in a history book will not suffice. One needs the visceral nature of the event.
Now, here you may roll your eyes but hear me out.
Years ago there was a game, Call of Duty. The game developers (Infinity Ward) made it a huge point to talk to veterans, scrutinize photographs, watch video footage, and I cannot remember if some actually visited the sites of historic battles.
But the thing is, so much of Band of Brothers looked as if I had been there before. Now, I am not in any way shape or form drawing equivalency between a first-person shooter and the real war, nor can a movie do it, but I am saying that the game captured enough to have your adrenaline racing. It was damn hard to make it up the beach at Normandy, you died over and over and over again. The wire, the bunkers and trenches, the fields beyond, and the guns blazing non-stop. It was pretty intense. And so help me, there was an added bit of adrenaline watching as Market Garden went sideways. There were parts of BoB where my inner self has been screaming “Danger! Danger! You guys, there’s bad guys up on that roof! There are guns downstairs in that building over there! There’s a sniper over yonder!” In the game you’re getting shot at, guys are dying all around you, and you still have no idea where the krauts are shooting you from.
Believe it or not, a game can make you respect your soldiers more, because dammit, what they endured was hundreds of thousands of times worse. In the game you aren’t tired, you aren’t cold, you aren’t hurt, you don’t have crappy food, you don’t have some idiot asshole giving orders that make no sense at all. What you do get in the game is a visual and visceral feel for what it might have looked like, and it did not look pretty, even as inadequate as it was. That game didn’t feel like they were trying to make WWII like a level from Doom II where you get a BFG-9000 later on. You had two weapons. That was it, and lone-wolfing it didn’t work so very well. And you died if you got hit.
This time around I’m paying more attention to BoB even though the DVD’s don’t have Closed Captions – Cruel Wife is my interpreter at times.
I am therefore not blogging much for the next few nights and haven’t for the last two. I trust you’ll understand why, even if I can’t exactly explain in words my internalized metaphor that embodies all the reasons why I am compelled to try to understand that section of history a bit more. I’m sure I’m not at all alone in that, however.
Update: We just finished up Bastogne. Beautiful:
We didn’t need to be “rescued” – 101st Airborne
Posted in BS, Spot-on, Worthy of Respect, tagged cruel, guns, self-defense on July 21, 2012| 1 Comment »
doubleplusundead…
Nice writing there. A passionate and well argued piece about why gun control is about the most useless tits-on-a-boar thing you could ever hope to achieve. Well, that wasn’t exactly the argument, but close. DPUD’s point is that not allowing people to defend themselves is ultimately… cruel. And it absolutely is cruel.
DPUD was inspired (and rightly so) by a particularly reprehensible op-ed that had the gall to say, among many other galling things:
Only in America are gun massacres of this kind routine, expectable, and certain to continue. – @d@m G0pn1k
Posted in Worthy of Respect, tagged ban, California, D-Day, foie gras, yummy on June 6, 2012| 5 Comments »
The first and primary reason for this post is D-Day. Gotta remember it. Never forget it.
I swear my kids will watch all of Band of Brothers and Pvt. Ryan before they leave home to enter the real world. By God, theywill understand what our Armed Forces have done and still do for their liberty and that the US is a positive influence on the world.
We can argue about the license taken with BoB but if you want pure facts, the history books are there. But if you want to show someone the flavor, as much as one can without living it, watch the documentaries and the movies that are everywhere.
Brings us to the other point… our Beloved Leader, also the CiC of our military, stiffed D-Day for a third year. Not a peep. The bastard. And Michelle O. is asking on his behalf for another term so they can finish what they started.
My blood runs cold.
I’m going to take a stab and assume that our President and First Lady’s caregivers were not much on honoring those who have honored us through their sacrifices.
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Today is also D-Day in another way. How about as in “Stuff a Duck Day”?
California is banning foie gras. If you don’t know what it is, it is a cruel process by which they force feed a duck vast amounts of corn so it can grow nice tasty yummy fatty liver(s). If you don’t know where I stand on the matter, I favor a stainless saute pan but have been known to use whatever is handy. Hell, in a pinch I’d cook one in a campfire with aluminum foil, but it’s not my first choice.
Yes, in the right forms I will consume an animal’s poison filter – with gusto. Since I am not rich I generally opt for my Christmas liver allotment in non-duck (or goose) forms – braunschweiger. Three cheers for pigs! I proudly carry an inverse-PETA card – People for the Eating of Tasty Animals.
Yes, I know that shoots down any chance of ever meeting Charlize Theron but I’m happily married with kids and my odds were pretty low anyway.
I say we all run out and buy some to keep the Duck Stuffers™ in business. Nobody wants California Duck Squeezers™ thinking it can call the shots.
Addendum: I am currently eating Cheez-Its™ and wishing to hell I had some liverwurst to smear on them. It’s an Oregon-ey redneck-ey thing.
Posted in Disgusted vilification, Disturbing/Disgraceful, Worthy of Respect, tagged God, holy, pink slime, schoolkids, sock on March 9, 2012| 16 Comments »
Update: Since the original post was about the nature of God, let’s have another bit of humor. Yes, it’s on yoootoob (associated with g00glle) but just this once… it’s an important public safety announcement.
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An Observant Reader, ooGcM taobmaetS, recently passed on to me via dead drops, mute couriers, and randomized routes a picture that is so momentous, so blockbuster, so all-consuming, that it is a wonder that space-time hasn’t grown thinner in spots and perhaps even started to crumble like old cheese in others.
It was regarding the nature of God.
I must do some fearless sock-searching, perhaps take an inventory of my drawers, and get right with my wardrobe.
I have asked taobmaetS ooGcM if he has considered being a High Priest of the Ordered Drawer of the Holey Sock.
He chuckled and shook his head modestly and said:
Lemur, I know you worship the very ground I walk on (shame on you). But you also know I’m too humble to think of elevating myself to a position of such awesome responsibility. I am just a simple man, with simple needs, and a cat named Brrrt, who needs me to feed him smoked gouda and free him from trees from time to time. No, that is my calling in life. And baiting goths and trolling Trolls. And ****ing with people that need ****ing with. Yes, that’s the life for me, my friend. That’s the life for me and that’s my calling. Leave the rest of that to better men than I. – taobmaetS ooGcM, explaining why he could not take up the mantle of the Holey Sock priesthood.
Note: I am a God-fearing Protestant and not some rabid atheist. I just believe that God also has a sense of humor. Look at the world around you and you have many examples of this.
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If ever you needed more reason to pack your own kid’s lunches, may I suggest that this is it? This is what your government will do to feed your little snowflakes. This is stuff that they won’t even put in hotdogs because it is last-choice animal product. The only thing that comes lower than this stuff is actual excrement, earwax, the solids from bile, and pulmonary tumors.
USDA Buys 7 Million Pounds of Slime for School Lunches
Here’s what should really disturb you:
Pink slime is a mixture of leftover trimmings, sinew, and other beef parts culled from a cow once the expensive and more recognizable cuts of meat have been harvested and sent to a butcher. The collection of leftovers is spun in a centrifuge to remove excess fat, washed in a disinfecting solution and then minced for use in various applications.
Pink slime is allowed to make up as much as 15% of the ground beef you might be purchasing at from your local grocery store. And according to some industry experts, the concoction may be in as much as 70% of the ground beef found in America. – Mike Opelka, The Blaze
Posted in Heroes, Worthy of Respect, tagged legs, mom, sacrifice, tornado on March 6, 2012| 16 Comments »
Update: A tip from The Butcher of Lansing… well done, BoL, well done. Article at the link after the pic.
http://now.msn.com/living/0306-madhouse-sexist-chinos.aspx?ocid=xnetr1-2
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A writer could try to sex the story up all the editor wants, but a heroic mom is a heroic mom.
To Stephanie Decker of Indiana: Well played, ma’am. Well played.
Decker made a split-second decision to save her children, tying them up in a blanket and throwing herself on top of them.
“Everything started hitting my back: pillars, beams, furniture, everything was just slamming into my back,” she said. “(My children) were screaming, ‘Mommy I can’t live without you, I don’t want to die, please don’t let me die.’ And I said, ‘We are not going to die, we are going to make it.’ ”
Miraculously, her children emerged from the storm completely unscathed. Decker lost one leg above the knee and the other above the ankle.
“When I looked down and looked at my leg and realized either it was cut off or it was barely attached, I took my phone and made a video to my husband telling him that I loved him, and my children that I loved them, in case something were to happen,” Decker said. “I prayed to have the strength to survive, that I want these kids to have a mom and I did not want them to grow up without me.”
Yeah, it’s a few days old but I’m behind a few days. And someone who does good should never not be told just because the praise might come a bit after the fact.
I once took a course for company business and went and grabbed dinner later and a chinese lady came along with. We got to talking and if you held a gun to my head I could not tell you how we got on that particular topic or to that point in a conversation but she quite matter-0f-factly said she would not risk a burning home for her daughter because “I can always have another child”.
I couldn’t say a whole awful lot once she uttered that statement. The end of the dinner could not really come soon enough after that.
Posted in Lemur Droppings, Worthy of Respect, tagged 9-11, euphemisms, fads on September 11, 2011| 24 Comments »
Yes, I could say something about 9/11. But there’s nothing I can say that isn’t already said many times over. We were all angered and heartbroken. I think many of us had thoughts of firebombing and cobalt-salting the middle east. Scorched earth policies went through my head and to hell with anyone who said “Oh, but that would make you no better than them.” I’m more than tired of that kind of person.
So quickly, thanks to the many heroes that day and sorrows to those who had their lives taken from them. And may the fires of Hell burn a little bit hotter for the participants in a bombing that targeted innocent people.
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Those online fads. You gotta love ’em, right?
Planking, Owling, and Batmanning is passe.
Now it is Fenceposting.
Planking involved having your picture taken while you laid out flat, Owling had people perched on high places, and Batmanning had people hanging upside down with their toes. All were difficult to do and had people getting seriously injured when attempting to be the next coolest stunt performer. But “Fenceposting” is far more challenging.
A group of junior-high school students claim to have started the new slowly growing fad last week. They made a video that shows them standing upright like adults and carrying on face-to-face conversations with complete sentences.
It is considered extremely difficult by many, including those who are technically legally adult. Most people opt for the orders-of-magnitude easier version which involves consumption of alcohol (Google “panty-peeler” and “leg-spreader“, or go to Roger’s Profanisaurus † for examples of pillow-talk).
Some fear the side-effects could destroy the ability to text and tweet and lead to mature relationships. There have been reports of students making friends with others based solely on getting to know the other person without friending or following others online.
A video posted by the young students has gone viral, with over 40 views and has inspired some to embrace meatspace life over online, or at least pursue a healthy balance.
“If you do a Google search there’s two articles (about the video), from Johnny Rottan (he’s a ninth-grader) and from my aunt Mimi. It’s definitely gone further than we thought it might,” says student Suzy Hildebrandt and seconded by student Cory Hackman.
† Note: I don’t know what is on Roger’s Profanisaurus beyond the single page linked there, nor am I going to look. I’m not responsible for other people’s pages. Just sayin’, because some of the entries on the Profanisaurus make a prudent individual think these things.
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Canadian not allowed into the US because of her “mental illness”. If you don’t think that this will be a likely story all over the US if we move to Obamacare, then you are truly unable to perceive reality.
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Paul Krugman needs to have the everloving stuffing beaten out of him. And I mean that like I’ve never meant it before.
The Years of Shame
Is it just me, or are the 9/11 commemorations oddly subdued?
Actually, I don’t think it’s me, and it’s not really that odd.
What happened after 9/11 — and I think even people on the right know this, whether they admit it or not — was deeply shameful. Te atrocity should have been a unifying event, but instead it became a wedge issue. Fake heroes like Bernie Kerik, Rudy Giuliani, and, yes, George W. Bush raced to cash in on the horror. And then the attack was used to justify an unrelated war the neocons wanted to fight, for all the wrong reasons.
A lot of other people behaved badly. How many of our professional pundits — people who should have understood very well what was happening — took the easy way out, turning a blind eye to the corruption and lending their support to the hijacking of the atrocity?
The memory of 9/11 has been irrevocably poisoned; it has become an occasion for shame. And in its heart, the nation knows it.
I’m not going to allow comments on this post, for obvious reasons.
Yes, it’s pretty obviously why you wouldn’t allow comments. Because you are a chickenshit bastard who wants to re-write history and engage in a little self-fellatio.
Posted in cool, cretins, Disgusted vilification, Heroes, Worthy of Contempt, Worthy of Respect, tagged heroes, idiots, intelligence, opposites, scumbags, Unemployment on July 13, 2011| 3 Comments »
Could have sworn I posted this last night. Crap. Well, it is now.
I read something like this and I think “Gosh I’m proud to be a fellow American to this guy” and “Gosh I’m not worthy of his sacrifice(s)”.
Already wounded by a bullet that went through both his legs, (Sgt. 1st Class Leroy Arthur) Petry picked up an enemy grenade that landed near him and two fellow Rangers and threw it back toward the enemy, according to the Army News Service. The grenade detonated and blew off Petry’s right hand. Petry applied a tourniquet to his wound and called for help.
And you’d be completely within your rights if you thought to yourself “… and then he probably went over and kicked the bad guys’ asses before deciding whether to pass out.”
That’s one tough hombre.
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REALLY steams my clams when you hear about the total opposite end of the spectrum, with losers like this.
Upon outing an individual who may or may not be with the CIA, a leaker scumbag said:
“I do not believe my post put anybody in physical danger,” Cook said in an email response to several questions posed by FoxNews.com. “I do not believe that people whose photographs are distributed by the White House as part of its public relations efforts have a reasonable claim to ask that no one speculate as to who they are.”
[snip]
Cook said he and his Gawker editors discussed potential safety concerns before publishing the information and photos.
“We came to the conclusion that it is highly unlikely that the White House would distribute for publication a photograph of a man whose life would be endangered if his photograph were ever published. Likewise, we decided that it is highly unlikely that such a man would publicly accompany the director of Central Intelligence, in the presence of AP photographers, to Capitol Hill to testify.”
So how is it that reporters and other liberal arts majors acting as editors are somehow more qualified to assess danger to an agent’s person (or surrounding networks) than the intelligence people themselves?
This guy is so clueless as to his uselessness that if he really understood the sheer magnitude of how abysmally worthless he is as a human being, he’d immediately commit suicide. Most people, when they really are truly forced to face the truth – deep in their soul – have the capacity to be ashamed and find the truth to be intolerable.
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More worthless? Yes. Absolutely.
NBC has issued a formal apology to more than 100 members of Congress for omitting the words “under God” from the Pledge of Allegiance during a patriotic montage that aired last month.
The letter, signed by Kyle McSlarrow, president of NBC Universal, comes in response to a complaint by 107 members of Congress alleging that a montage shown during coverage of the U.S. Open golf tournament obscured America’s religious heritage.
The montage featured video of schoolchildren saying the pledge alongside images of soldiers and American flags, but did not include the phrase “under God.” It also omitted “one nation” and “indivisible.”
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Posted in Disgusted vilification, Worthy of Respect, tagged bad guys, charges, gun, officer down, shots fired on April 19, 2011| 8 Comments »
This was on Fark, but goddamn it, it is real.
A fallen police officer drops his gun. Do you pick it up to keep the six bad guys away, thus saving the officer’s life?
Apparently not in New York you don’t, unless you like having charges pressed against you because you are “unlicensed to carry a gun”.
The unidentified school safety agent grabbed the Glock that Presley dropped when he was shot, sources said, and chased the five bandits, firing back after at least one robber shot at him.
Investigators believe Presley fired his weapon seven times before the school safety agent squeezed off nine shots, a source said. The robbers fired a total of six times.
The agent, who is not licensed to carry a gun, could face charges, sources said.
Yes, yes, I know… he could have posed a risk to bystanders, but so could the off-duty cop. Are we just never going to take a stand against the real bad guys?
Every now and then you read about a citizen that doesn’t like being bullied and beats the everlovin’ shit out of some would-be robber or rapist and some idiot cop says “Well, people shouldn’t take risks like this or they could get hurt.” Cops that don’t support people defending themselves have missed the point: BAD GUYS NEED TO BE AFRAID OF ANYONE THEY TRY TO VICTIMIZE. IF THEY WERE AFRAID THAT ANYONE THEY ATTACKED MIGHT JUST KILL THEM IN SELF-DEFENSE THEY WOULD COMMIT LESS CRIME.
How can I prove that? Easy.
99% of the time, do the bad guys go after someone bigger, meaner, and tougher looking than themselves? No they don’t. They go after those who can give them the best bang for the buck with the least danger to themselves. Them as the robber thinks can’t defend themselves. Think about it. A person who preys on the weak and defenseless is a chickenshit with no real courage.
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This is guaranteed Amusing Bunni bait. If she hasn’t already grabbed it from somewhere.
And, to wash some of that saccharine sweetness away, here’s some sushi. I found them by googling after having sushi a few weeks ago. There are a surprising number of naked chicks with sushi laid out on their bodies. Myself, I think it’s going to throw off the fatty tuna because the fat really starts to melt at body temp so I’d probably stick to the stuff they bring me on my plate. (For real, a co-worker of mine ate sushi from a buffet bar once, and traumatized me horribly in doing so.)
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Since the 2000 election I’ve thought Florida had more than it’s share of issues. And they keep proving me right.
Florida officials are investigating an unemployment agency that spent public money to give 6,000 superhero capes to the jobless.
Workforce Central Florida spent more than $14,000 on the red capes as part of its “Cape-A-Bility Challenge” public relations campaign.
[snip]
Workforce Central Florida Director Gary J. Earl defends the program, saying it is part of a greater effort to connect with the community.
Connecting with the community is achieved by dressing adults looking for work as superheroes? I can tell you now, the first person to darken my doorway looking for a job while wearing a cape or having ever worn a cape after the age of 12 (Halloween excluded but I will still watch them closely) will be the first person whose resume I send to the shredder.
Yes, I am a Capist bastard. Should they start a new category of discrimination victims?
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Alert reader mrmacs passed this on. Hoooooo-eeeeeee! Ho-leeeee sheeeet!
Anything that punches through a steel plate and still goes 7km at Mach 5 has my complete respect. Do check out the video.
Posted in Worthy of Contempt, Worthy of Respect, tagged democrats, libya, out-of-state, paychecks on February 24, 2011| 5 Comments »
If ever I needed an endorsement to help me decide about Obama… this is it. On Drudge…
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Is that right, all you Wisconsin Democrats who love rules when you win but when you lose you get pissy and take your ball thwaight home?
Well, you go right ahead and take that ball home but we’re gonna pop it first.
Yes I hate the dart in the foreground. I'll play with it tonight. It was late last night when I did this.
Two words come to mind: Finesse and Elegant.
The Senate Committee on Organization voted on a 3-2 party line vote, with Republicans voting in favor and Democrats against, to change Senate rules so that senators who miss two consecutive floor days can no longer have their paychecks dropped automatically into their bank accounts. The vote was taken by paper ballot, which allowed Democrats to cast their votes from out-of-state.
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I notice that the UN suddenly ditches as soon as someone figures out the latest instance of corruption. Remember Oil for Food?
As the body count rises from the brutal repression of revolt in Libya, the United Nations is abruptly cutting some of its intimate ties with members of the ruling family of despot Muammar al-Qaddafi.
In response to a question from Fox News, a spokesman for the United Nations Development Program (UNDP), the U.N.’s flagship anti-poverty agency, revealed that his organization had just terminated the appointment of Qaddafi’s daughter Aisha as a National UNDP Goodwill Ambassador For Libya, “following the recent events.”
What are you willing to bet that the only poverty that program really addressed was the bottom line in members’ wallets?