Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Muslim heritage my ass.

(From the e-mail stack)

Barack Obama, during his Cairo speech, said: "I know, too, that Islam has always been a part of America 's story."

AN AMERICAN CITIZEN'S RESPONSE:



Dear Mr. Obama:

Were those Muslims that were in America when the Pilgrims first landed? Funny, I thought they were Native American Indians.

Were those Muslims that celebrated the first Thanksgiving day? Sorry again, those were Pilgrims and Native American Indians.

Can you show me one Muslim signature on the United States Constitution?

Declaration of Independence ?

Bill of Rights?



Didn't think so.

Did Muslims fight for this country's freedom from England ? No.

Did Muslims fight during the Civil War to free the slaves in America ? No, they did
not. In fact, Muslims to this day are still the largest traffickers in human
slavery.. Your own half brother, a devout Muslim, still advocates slavery himself, even though Muslims of Arabic descent refer to black Muslims as "pug nosed slaves." Says a lot of what the Muslim world really thinks of your family's "rich Islamic heritage," doesn't it Mr. Obama?

Where were Muslims during the Civil Rights era of this country? Not present.



There are no pictures or media accounts of Muslims walking side by side with Martin Luther King, Jr. or helping to advance the cause of Civil Rights.

Where were Muslims during this country's Woman's Suffrage era? Again, not present. In fact, devout Muslims demand that women are subservient to men in the Islamic culture. So much so, that often they are beaten for not wearing the 'hajib' or for talking to a man who is not a direct family member or their husband.
Yep, the Muslims are all for women's rights, aren't they?

Where were Muslims during World War II? They were aligned with Adolf Hitler. The Muslim grand mufti himself met with Adolf Hitler, reviewed the troops and accepted support from the Nazi's in killing Jews.

Finally, Mr. Obama, where were Muslims on Sept. 11th, 2001? If they weren't flying planes into the World Trade Center , the Pentagon or a field in Pennsylvania killing nearly 3,000 people on our own soil, they were rejoicing in the Middle
East .

No one can dispute the pictures shown from all parts of the Muslim world celebrating on CNN, Fox News, MSNBC and other cable news networks that day. Strangely, the very "moderate" Muslims whose asses you bent over backwards to kiss in Cairo , Egypt on June 4th were stone cold silent post 9-11.

To many Americans, their silence has meant approval for the acts of that day.

And THAT, Mr. Obama, is the "rich heritage" Muslims have here in America ..

Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to mention the Barbary Pirates. They were Muslim.

And now we can add November 5, 2009 - the slaughter of American soldiers at Fort Hood by a Muslim major who is a doctor and a psychiatrist who was supposed to be counseling soldiers returning from battle in Iraq and Afghanistan ..

That, Mr. Obama is the "Muslim heritage" in America

Monday, December 26, 2011

Vat de hell, Ole?

Ole's car was hit by a truck in an accident. In court, the trucking company's lawyer was questioning Ole.

"Didn't you say, sir, at the scene of the accident, 'I'm fine?'" asked the lawyer.

Ole responded, "Vell, I'll tell you vat happened. I had yust loaded my favorite mule, Bessie, into da......"

"I didn't ask for any details," the lawyer rudely interrupted. "Just answer the question. Did you not say, at the scene of the accident, 'I'm fine'?"

Ole said, "Vell, I had yust got Bessie into da trailer and I vas driving down da road....."

The lawyer interrupted again and said, "Judge, I am trying to establish the fact that, at the scene of the accident, this man told the Highway Patrolman on the scene that he was just fine. Now several weeks after the accident he is trying to sue my client. I believe he is a fraud. Please tell him to simply answer the question."

By this time, the Judge was fairly interested in Ole's answer and said to the lawyer, "I'd like to hear what he has to say about his favorite mule, Bessie."

Ole thanked the Judge and proceeded. "Vell, as I vas saying, I had yust loaded Bessie, my favorite mule, into da trailer and vas driving her down da highvay ven dis huge semi-truck and trailer ran da stop sign and smacked my truck right in da side. I vas trown into one ditch and Bessie vas trown into da other."

"I vas hurting real bad and didn't vant to move. However, I could hear Bessie moaning and groaning. I knew she was in terrible shape yust by her groans. Shortly after da accident da Highway Patrolman, he came to da scene. He could hear Bessie moaning and groaning so he vent over to her."

"After he looked at her and saw her fatal condition her took out his gun and shot her right 'tween da eyes."

"Den da Patrolman, he came across da road, gun still smoking, looked at me and said, 'How are you feeling?'"

"Now vat da hell vould YOU say?"

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Where our freedom comes from.

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.

I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.

NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.

WAS THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?

I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.

SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.

I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.

THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.

THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
'SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;

I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY! COUNTRY, MY CORPS.'

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

I WEPT FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.

I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, 'CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE.'

ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
'MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,!
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.'

Friday, December 23, 2011

Soldier pawns Purple Heart to pay bills.

A soldier on leave from Afghanistan has bills. More bills than he has money to pay them.

Kind of like Congress.

Except unlike the overwhelming majority of cowards in Congress, the Senate and the White House, this man has the guts to lace up a pair of combat boots and place himself in harm's way for his country.

He comes home for the holidays and has to pay bills. That lavish salary the military pays him only goes so far. So he pawns one of his Purple Hearts to help meet his obligations, because meeting obligations is part of being a soldier. Dodging obligations is part of being a politician.

And so now his decoration, awarded to him for being wounded in the line of duty and service to his nation, sits in a pawn shop. The owner has been inundated with offers to help this young man.

Read the story.

First off, I'm glad the owner of the pawn shop stated he has no intention of selling the vet's medal, and instead has it tucked away for whenever the veteran repays the loan.

However, not sure the veteran may be able to scrap up the money to ever repay the loan.

Our commander-in-chief just finished berating Congress, and the nation, for not hurrying up and passing his fraud of a "payroll tax cut extension" and even went so far as to solicit hard-luck "What the extra $40 means to me" stories from around the blue states.

Then he takes off for a four-million dollar vacation to Hawaii, and a soldier has to pawn his Purple Heart in order to make ends meet--for bills accrued while he was away fighting and bleeding for freedom.

The CEO of Walgreens received a 36% salary increase, plus another huge stock options bonus while the employees, according to shareholder information received on average throughout the company, less than a 1.3% raise, while their healthcare benefits package costs increased over 10% and deductibles doubled and tripled.

Two weeks ago, this same CEO sent out an internal memo to his field vice presidents that he wants 25% increased production from all employees. What an asshole.

Reminds me of when our president berated us, Americans, for being "lazy." Another asshole.

Something is very wrong in this country right now. Very wrong.

It's wrong because we, as a nation of sheep, continue to put up with it.

Wounded soldiers pawning medals born of their own blood to pay bills. CEOs pushing for exorbitant raises and bonuses, earned straight from the wallets of their employees.

Something is very wrong.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Who the hell does Obama, the Senate and Congress think they are?

So the house, spineless as usual, caved to the demands of the Senate and Dictator-in-Chief today by graciously allowing workers to keep a few extra bucks to themselves, temporarily, by extending the so-called "payroll tax benefits" plan or whatever the hell it's called.

The fraud that passes as president even twerped or twitted to get hard-luck sob stories sent to him, ranging from some schmuck who whined that the extra forty bucks lost would cost him and his kids a pizza party once a month.

Cry me a river of tears.

Another said he wouldn't be able to visit his dad 200 miles away as often--having to cut the visits down to three a month instead of four.

And so on and so on.

As usual, the liberals and sheep miss the entire picture. I'll spell it out for them, and anyone else who also missed the bigger picture. It goes like this:

Who the hell does the President, the Senate or Congress think they are by "granting" us a few more dollars of OUR OWN MONEY THAT WE EARNED BY WORKING FOR IT?!

Pretty simple, eh?

Why do we continue to let a bunch of stinking cesspotted pusnutted professional liars (politicians) tell US how much THEY demand we fork over every pay period?

Screw them.

We should be telling THEM how much we'll fork over, and we should be telling THEM exactly how they can and will spend it.

But instead, we beg and plead for them to let us keep a measly forty bucks additional per paycheck, and then thank them for agreeing to "extend" that gracious act of bravery for two whole months. Let me repeat my earlier reaction to that.

Screw them.

Congress, the Senate and the President are OUR EMPLOYEES--not the other way around. We tell THEM how we want things run.

Instead, we have too many lazy-assed entitlement mentality welfare parasites and underclass leeches that our politicians practically carry on their shoulders to the polls in exchange for their votes, and thus their power.

Screw them.

I'm sick and tired of wondering what the in the living hell the leeches in Washington are going to squeeze from me in order to placate and please the leeches among us who continue to feed at the public trough.

In November 2012, it's time to put those same leeching, lying politicians in the same unemployment lines as their most favored constituents.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

A half-naked girl in a blue bra shows Islam for the farce it truly is.

Get ready women--all American women. This is your future.


Women in Egypt finally got tired of the abuses they suffered under the Islamic-led military and police. So they took to the streets in protest.

The "woman in the blue bra" has become an international symbol of protest over how the Muslim SOBs treat their women. Women, including our own shrill Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton, have raised hell about this treatment.

And to date, all that has accomplished is a whiny, smirking mea culpa from the smug bastards running the new government.

I find it disturbing that our own liberal women here in the U.S. constantly bitch about there being nothing wrong with Islam--even in the face of evidence shown in the photograph and news story.

I find it even more irritating that some of our females over here bitch and moan as part of the OWS movement when their sisters half a world away would GLADLY change places with them.

Personally, I salute the courage of the Egyptian women. The men over there have no courage. I know. I've been there. In 1981, I was over there participating in Operation Brightstar when Anwar Sadat got himself assassinated. Prior to our participation over there, we had a number of Egyptian (so-called) military units over in the U.S. training.

Let me re-phrase that. We were attempting to train them. Most of us found the Egyptian military and police to be the laziest, dumbest, most un-motivated, self-serving and cowardly sons of bitches we'd ever run across anywhere in the entire world. Those of us who had to deal with them back then still feel the same way today.

Therefore, it is no surprise that no less than the twenty to forty Egyptian heroic and brave policemen and soldiers that, without any regard for their own safety, beat the hell out of the two lone protesters (one of which is the girl in the blue bra) shown in the video at the bottom of the story.



Pay attention American women. So long as you continue to support the farce that is today's government in Washington DC; the same government that kisses Islam's big fat ass at every possible opportunity in the name of Political Correctness, that girl in the picture and video just might end up being you in the not so near future.

This is what Sharia Law is about. And it's coming to America, piece by piece.

Too old? You gotta be kidding.

OK, still on the adoption trail of tears.

It may/probably will turn into a war next year.

Two different foster kids in state custody, via the foster care system, from states outside of Texas will have several fewer Christmas presents this year.

They can thank--or curse--their state governments for that.

More accurately, they can curse the complete lack of accountability that has become government employment in this country.

I was told today by two different (to remain, for now, nameless) states that my wife and I are too old to be considered as adoptive parents--even for older teenage kids.

But rest assured, the state oxygen thieves I talked to told me that I could continue to "provide financial support" to the overall system. Ie, send a blank check and let the oxygen thieving government waste-of-taxpayer-money decide what to do with it.

Like hell we will.

Since when did late 40's/early 50's, in good health, financially comfortable, no criminal records (not even an arrest or investigation), college educated make one ineligible to give new life and a forever home and future to a teenage child discarded by their sperm-donor bio-parents and who will, according to statistics, "age out" in foster care and be summarily tossed on the streets?

Who the hell makes up those stupid-assed rules? Who you ask?

Government oxygen thieves.

HOWEVER. . . get this. Private adoption agencies don't give a damn how old you are. Will you be a good match, a good fit and provide a loving, safe, forever home for the child? That's what they are more concerned about.

The complete lack of competence, ability, accountability and common sense found in all layers and levels of government no longer astounds me. It pisses me off. We're paying for this nonsense via ever inflated and rising taxes, and the service we get in return isn't for crap.

And in over 300,000 children's instances, they--the kids--are the ones that will pay for the ineptness and lack of accountability for a government that is not only failing them, but abandoning them.

These kids have no voice. By the time they legally get one, they'll have aged-out of the system and be too damn busy trying to survive and stay alive to worry about the kids behind them.

What the hell has happened to our country?

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

The face of today's entitlement mentality

You can't make this up.

A man, or at least a semi-upright humanoid with presumably an x and a y chromosome, was arrested for stealing almost $300 worth of groceries from a Charlotte (NC) supermarket.

Hey, it's close to Christmas. Got a hungry family, gotta steal as a last resort, right?

Wrong.

The scumbag was stealing rib eyes, baby back ribs, sausage, bags of shrimp, smoked turkey. . .

Must've been a big family this poor, downtrodden example of Obama's economy was trying to feed, right?

Wrong.

All of this food was so he could throw a birthday bash--in his own honor, for his own 45th birthday.

Now the North Carolina taxpayers get to throw him a birthday party in jail.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Our national debt solution put in the simplest of terms

From a Sewage Treatment Plant Operator’s point of view. . . .

Let's say, you come home from work and find there has been a sewer backup in your neighborhood.

Your home has sewage all the way up to the ceiling.

What do you think you should do? ...Raise the ceiling,

Or pump the shit out?

Your choice is coming November, 2012.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Will they now be the U.S. Navy's Green Angels?

Seems the Obama administration has scammed and screwed over both the taxpayers and the military in one typical Chicago thug-like maneuver.


The U.S. Navy is now being forced to pay 400% more for jet fuel.


But it's biodegradable. The Obama machine wants Big Blue to go (gang)Green.

At $16/gallon for jet fuel for the Navy's kerosene burners--which is just about everything the Navy flies, fixed wing or rotor--the Obama mis-administration is once again leading us into the wasteful spending memories of $64 hammers and $239 toilet seats.

Maybe the Navy jocks oughta bring over their government credit card and stop in at some local GA (general aviation) airports where they can still buy the good stuff for around $4 to $5/gallon.

Or maybe the idiots inside the beltway should just bookmark AirNav.com for the best fuel prices.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

What a horse's ass running for the U.S. Senate looks like.

The Southern Methodist University's mascot is the mustang. A wild horse.

Here in Texas, in ranching country, the south end of a northbound horse is known as the ass.

It looks like this man here, who happens to have once been an SMU Mustang football player and who was also part of the infamous payoff entitlement brat pack that caused SMU to be dealt the NCAA Death Penalty in the 80's.

The jock world is fickle, stupid, IQ-challenged and completely ethics and morals bankrupt, and the gravy-train of the jock kingdom is ESPN.

And naturally ESPN likes to stir turds at every opportunity and what better turd stirrer to bring on than a tird himself?

Enter Craig James, professional football commentator. College football commentator.

Among Craig's many problems and misdeeds he's done to us here in Texas, a huge one was to procreate, to reproduce, to spawn his entitlement-laced spermazoa and produce a little zygote who would grow up to be even worse than his sperm-donor.

Enter Adam James.

Follow this link and you'll understand and read all about why Craig James stands about as much of a chance winning the Senate seat here in Texas as a legless midget does of becoming the NBA's all-time slam-dunk record holder.

The James gang has now ruined two successive successful collegiate football programs in two successive generations--SMU and Texas Tech.

With any luck, Adam James will get a vasectomy. Many of his former teammates at Texas Tech hope he will. Here are some of their thoughts and comments about him as archived by CBS Sports.

If only his grandfather had. . .

Monday, December 12, 2011

It's NOT the kids' fault!

We're a little heated today.

The subject: Adoption and how it exposes government ineptness and incompetency.

The wife and I have been discussing adoption. We're of the age to where if we had become parents somewhere in the "traditional" childbearing age-years, our kids would probably range in age from being mid-teens to freshman/sophomore college-age.

So, we're not too old.

Financials? We're plenty comfortable. I've always made it a point to invest heavily and wisely while living frugally. With no kids, we never needed a huge house. We've never given a damn what the "Jones" next door ever thought, so our purchases have always been modest and always, always paid with cash.

Credit cards are financial heroin.

We keep one credit card with a significant limit on it for serious emergencies, and we maintain a line of credit to cover catastrophic occurrences. Other than that, we do not finance except for mortgages. We make car payments to specific savings accounts for years after the car(s) are paid off, and we only buy a new car when the old one(s) simply will not run and cannot be fixed.

We're college educated, zero criminal history, no civil lawsuits or liabilities, and we both retired in our late 40's as high-ranking executives from Fortune 500 companies. I work part-time in another industry and can leave it at anytime. Should we end up becoming "instant parents," I have every intention of never setting foot in another office again.

We're pretty typical in our close knit circle of friends, several couples of whom are also considering adoption--and like us, mid-teenaged kids. And like us, we all share something in common. When we expand our network to other families in other states who are considering adoption, we're all pretty much experiencing the same thing.

In our case. . .

Between three different state adoption services/agencies, we can't get them to give us the time of day.

Last year, here in Texas--which is one of the worst offenders from kids who "aged out" of the foster system I've talked to--I had actually managed to exchange e-mails with a social worker. Albeit one whose command of the English language was about as challenged as Michael Jackson's command of manhood.

We were looking at a brother and sister who desperately wanted to stay together. We wanted to send them Christmas presents. Nope, can't do it the social workers said. Why? No reason given and that ended THAT communications with her.

Don't dare question a social worker about anything. Don't dare ask why.

We find out earlier this year that the kids had been split up--big sister got adopted, status of the younger brother is unknown.

Wonderful work, eh?

Fast forward to the present. It's Christmas time again and again we're wanting to send some presents, anonymously, to certain children in the system that have caught our interest. Alabama, Missouri and Florida to name three states.

Out of the three, only Alabama has even returned an e-mail--and it was a form e-mail. I got on the phone to the governor's office and finally found somebody I could yell at and am told "nothing THEY can do."

Who the hell is running these asylums???

We, the TAXPAYERS, are paying for them and we're paying EMPLOYEES to run them and to look out for the kids but nobody seems to be in charge!

And meanwhile, over 100,000 children sit in foster care writing letters to Santa Claus and praying to God for their Forever Family.

And the way the (expletive deleted) social agencies operate, those kids aren't ever going to see a forever family.

Instead, they'll "age out" of the system, be put on Medicaid and given a few other pittances and shoved right out the door. Onto the street.

The guys fare better than the girls. And you don't want to know the statistical odds of where the girls will end up and what they'll be forced to do.

Yet, these social workers can't be bothered to return phone calls, answer e-mails, or basically do jackshit as it pertains to their job. They whine about being "overburdened."

Well hell yes they're overburdened. In the private sector, we were overburdened all the time. You either produced or you got your ass fired. But I also haven't exactly seen thousands of families lining up at the door to Alabama's agencies wanting to adopt older teenagers. For damn sure not in Texas.

So I don't want to hear "overburdened."

I want to start hearing my phone ring.

Something tells me I'm going to be putting a lot of hours on the Cessna in 2012 traveling from one state capital to another raising hell with various governors' chief of staffs.

So be it.

It's not the kids' fault, damnit.

Friday, December 9, 2011

A greeting card you can forward across the world--dogs decorating the Christmas tree.

With a couple of weeks left before Christmas, I wanted to pull this delightful Christmas card out and share with everyone.

This comes from Hungary and will warm your heart.

Man's best friend at his mischievous best when the owners step away.

I'm not sure me or my wife can decorate a Christmas tree this well. For certain, our beloved Doberman can't.

Enjoy, forward this on to your friends as a unique greeting card and remember that it's not Christmas without Christ.

video

Thursday, December 8, 2011

$100 BBQ Ribs.

Decided to pretty much take the afternoon off and crank up the Cessna for a trip south to Granbury, Texas.

Granbury is one of our favorite fly-in places. Lots of courtesy cars at the airport and the town insists on paying for the gas. Good fuel prices for the airplanes, too.

Lots to do in Granbury. They have a live theater that'll knock your knickers right off, plus a musical production that is other-worldly. The town square always has something going on and my wife's favorite handmade and custom furniture store just happens to be a slight boot-scoot off the square.

There's an old-fashioned drug store where they mix up your malts and milkshakes the way God intended them to be made and they use Texas' own Blue Bell ice cream.

Hungry? Good golly Miss Molly there is no shortage of places to eat--and almost all of them are local or family-owned. Our kind of places.

Decided to hit a BBQ joint today. For you yankees, a BBQ joint looks like this:


A Texas BBQ joint is usually situated on the outskirts of town, housed in an old building that sometimes looks like it's falling apart, or in the case of The Rib Shack, where Mama put out some trinkets and flowers so as not scare off the city folks from Dallas or Fort Worth or the idiots from Austin.

There's cold beer inside, a big screen TV, old-fashioned tables with plastic checker tablecloths (or sometimes just plain ol' butcher's paper), a condiments bar, and a serve-yourself soda fountain.

And BBQ. Heaping, helping mounds of slow-smoked, succulent, hand-rubbed pork ribs, brisket, sausage, ham and chicken. Jalopena peppers, cayenne peppers and spices keep the beer cold and flowing. Homemade pies and cobblers.

Heaven.

Here are a couple more shots of The Rib Shack. Should you ever find yourself in Granbury, Texas, this place is a must for you to visit. THE best ribs I've had any where in the entire United States. Bar absolutely none.



The flight back home was pleasant and I was racing the sun, but lost and ended up using the nav lights and landing lights on arrival. That's what they're there for, and why I stay night current.

Oh well. That's also what makes a spur-of-the-moment flying trip for a hundred-dollar-hamburger so fun. Or in this case, hundred-dollar-ribs.

Here are a few more pics from the trip home.

Enjoy.


Light surface winds, late fall changing colors, and only a few minutes left before sundown gives Lake Worth a calm, beautiful look.


Power lines are almost obscured by the fall foliage as the late afternoon sun lights up these cliffs on a nearby lake.


I'm a sucker for small town high school stadiums seen from the air. Aledo High's football season is over, the stadium is quiet while it waits on the Friday night lights of the 2012 season.


Looking out the starboard side, Naval Air Station Fort Worth can be seen just beyond the bridge that crosses Lake Worth. Beyond the air station to the far left side of the picture, downtown Fort Worth.


Heading northbound and getting closer to home. What a great day for flying.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

The living, breathing epitome of an asshole.


The queen of pissant slobs (Michael Moore is the king) got his fat-slob but tossed off an American Airlines flight today.

I've always liked American Airlines.

Alec Baldwin got tossed because the arrogant SOB refused to turn off his iPad before takeoff.

He refused because he was playing a video game.

But, Baldwin being Baldwin, he does what he does best (besides menstruating during a self-made crisis): He took to Twitter and twitted and tweeted and twooted and twerped all day long about the injustice of American Airlines and how the flight attendants were all Catholic School nun rejects from the 50's, etc etc.

Has this asshole looked in the mirror in the last ten years? He's not one to be ragging ANYONE on their looks, physical shape, personality or anything else associated with the human race.

Someone needs to kick this guy's ass into orbit.

Better yet, kick him in the balls and see if he files a sexual harassment suit.

But once again, he's another liberal who has no balls. . .

Monday, December 5, 2011

A swift kick to the balls is not sexual harassment--except in public schools.

Let's face it: Our public schools suck.

They suck because the administrators suck, most of the teachers suck and almost all of the parents who rely on the public school system to raise their children suck.

Zero tolerance is the biggest crock of you-know-what to come about because it only applies to students--not to teachers and administrators.

The case in question for my latest rant on public schools comes from Boston, naturally, and involves a seven-year-old boy sent home for sexual harassment.

Did he grope a female fourth-grader or make goo-goo eyes at the teacher or give a wolf-whistle to one of the cafeteria ladies?

Nope, his egregious offense was to kick a bully in the balls. Apparently another boy had been choking him and the subject of our story had enough and reared back and then punted the little twerp's testicles into orbit.

I say good for him. Boston government indoctrination centers say otherwise. Quote from one of the gulag goons: “Your son kicked a little boy in the testicles. We call that sexual harassment.”

Stories like this continue to convince me that you simply cannot infuse nor beat nor transplant nor otherwise impart any common sense whatsoever into today's modern liberals.

My solution?

Round up every flaming liberal and transplant them to Massachusetts. Declare them an independent nation, of which they'll immediately apply for foreign aid, deny them that foreign aid and make them survive as a nation by actually having to work, produce and succeed in the real world.

The smarter of the liberals would begin to wise up and would apply for citizenship back to the U.S., where hopefully they would become productive citizens.

So long as there are conservatives with jobs to pick up the tab for all the liberals' looniness, the libs have zero motivation to pull their head out of their rose-colored asses and see the world for what it is.

Maybe they need a good swift kick to the balls?

Problem is, it's hard to find a liberal with balls.