Bruce Allen. Not news, but I just learned that it was the brother of one of my best friends from high school, Roger Allen (who is also a motor-head who works for Team Penske). Really, REALLY small world, as my high school class was only 104 students.
“Time to quit?” I guess so, as Bruce must be like 56-57.
Check out some of the other posts there as well. America’s Future Soldiers are Unfit for Duty (not a criticism of our soldiers, by the way), contains a simple 14-point plan for saving America from Hell in handbasket. I agree with most of them.
Much of the site is about “Game.” If you don’t know what that means in context, peruse the archives and prepare to pierce the veil of our feminized society’s pretty, pretty lies.
Evidently the authors could not or would not find even one Christian “leader” who believed that they were real. I love the rationalizations. Umm, er, ah, I, I, I… Jesus cast out “demons” is a lie, or something like that!
Okay, let’s get this up front first. Science says no.
But I say bullshit. “Tequila makes her clothes fall off” wasn’t written for no reason. Wodka obviously makes Gramps a raving lunatic.
Try this experiment. Drink five beers. Then drink five shots of Tequila. Tell me that they effec tyo uthe same. Don ottry thi swhi ledriv ing. Kids thi sinvo lves act ivity tha tis for adu lts only. Donottry thisat home.
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Wow. Just WOW! I have been out of the loop, except for a.m. talk radio, the past few days. I heard the crap that they said about Christine O’Donnell axing the imbecilic question about the First amendment: “That’s in there?” In my heart I did not want to believe it. In my mind I thought that nobody could be that dumb. Now it turns out that it was all a big lie, and only dummies–or wodka induced patriotic robots–believed that bull shit. This one is for you Gramps.
No, not Lipton T. Bagg. (LTB, call home!) Astute readers have noticed the conspicuous absence of John Doe over the past week or so. Well, the Warden has allowed J.D. to type a few words during work release. Wal-Mart has computers for sale that are hooked up to the internet. At all hours of the day and NIGHT.
True story from today: While stopped at a red light, I see a guy with a home-made sign that said “Bye bye Harry Reid.” Some fifty-ish short woman was standing in front of him, pointing her finger in his face and yelling at him. So I honked and yelled out “BYE BYE HARRY REID!”
He lifted the sign above his head and shook it, and smiled. She got irate, gave me a dirty look, and tried to knock the sign out of his hand. He had it above his head, and she could not reach it. So she tried to knock it out of his hand with a book (“Mein Kampf”? “Das Kapital?”) Then I kind of lost sight of them, as there was traffic betwixt me and them. The light turned green, and I saw she was still bothering him, so as I rolled left through the intersection, I yelled out, “Shut up, you stupid bitch!” She looked at me, while trying to steal his sign, and said “Fuck you!” Of course, I got in the last word, “Shut the f%#k UP, you dumb c&n#!” The guy was desperately trying to fend off the wild woman as I drove out of sight. He knew that he was completely defenseless against her onslaughts. I like to think that I gave him a little encouragement as I drove by…
Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!