Well my daughter the beloved YUM CAKES has blessed me with my first grandchild! Sometime in late November (around my birthday no less) I will be a GRAND PA!!! LMFAO!!!
March 30, 2009
A nice read and very informative.
Here is a small excerpt of the essay By Gabriel Ledeen to entice you to click on the link to the whole piece:
“…As most now recognize, the change began in Iraq’s most infamous province, al Anbar. The popular consensus regarding Al Anbar contends that the tribal movement known as the “Awakening” was an impromptu rejection by Sunnis of Al Qaeda in Iraq’s (AQI) brutal methods and radical rule. This consensus is wrong, or at best, only partially right. [Emphasis added]
I saw this dramatic transformation as a Marine officer deployed to Haditha in 2006 and Karma in 2007-2008. The Anbar Awakening was not a spontaneous uprising against the horrible brutality of the insurgents. Rather, it occurred and succeeded due to the conditions created by U.S. forces who steadily built the foundation for Anbar’s stability. Through dynamic security operations, complex relationships with tribal leaders, and consistent moral authority, we successfully separated the population from the insurgency, demonstrated our potential for victory, and earned the support of Iraqis yearning for peace. It was only after we established these conditions that the Sunni sheiks could urge their tribes to awaken and stand together with U.S. forces against the AQI terrorists…[Emphasis added]…”
HERE IS THE WHOLE ESSAY:
March 27, 2009
A story so strange only George Orwell & the members of The Nutt could love!!!
OK… so this girl posts some nude photos of herself on MySpace, now she’s looking at over 10 years in jail and may get off with ONLY be labeled a sex offender? There’s a punchline coming here right???
No the photo is NOT the person in question!
Read the whole story HERE!
BIGGER SIZE IMAGE IN THE ‘MORE’ SECTION
This is Yarbz and his 1972 Chevelle taken by my mom in 1978. This is the driveway of the house where we lived in Simsbury, Connecticut. I think this is April but I’m not sure. The car was purchased from some guy out in Unionville Connecticut where I saw it sitting on his front lawn with a For Sale sign. I believe this is the initial cleaning and polishing. My parent’s classic rugged and hard sucking Electrolux vacuum was assisting in making this car mine along with a bottle of Armorall sitting on the roof.
The Chevelle was basically stock with a 350 cubic-inch V-8 and a Muncie four-speed manual transmission. It has a 10-bold rear-end which was eventually replaced with a 12-bolt Positraction rear-end later in the year after the original differential began to leak gear oil. I found the 12-bolt Positraction at a local junk yard. My buddy Mike, who worked with me at the ARCO gas station, and I put it in one weekend. The car was very fun and looked great during my senior year at Simsbury High School. While I had the car, I repaired, upgraded and did lots of modifications some of which were ill-advised like the 12-bolt differential. The gear ratio on the new rear-end was different so the speedometer was off. Worse than that was that at highway cruising speeds the engine ran about 500 rpm’s higher than before.
The extra wear and tear from the higher revolutions eventually caused my engine to become unhappy. The unhappiness came to a head one night and caused my motor to explode with anger on the highway while driving up to Springfield Massachusetts where I lived at the time. It was about 1:30 AM and I was racing some guy in a Chevy Nova north on I-91. All the sudden the car made a split-second stutter and then a huge bang! Lots of crunching was heard and felt under the car. I pressed in the clutch and allowed the car to gradually slow. When I looked in the rearview mirror there was an incredibly thick trail of smoke erupting at 80 miles per hour from the back of my Chevelle. I immediately felt as if I was shot down in a WWII fighter and was spiraling to Earth, leaving the tell-tale oily smoke trail behind as I slowly arched toward an inevitable impact in the English countryside.
After gliding to a stop on the side of the dark highway I found that the push rods had blown through the oil pan. This is usually an indication that your motor needs some maintenance. Luckily, the guy I was racing and his buddies pulled over and gave me a ride the rest of the way to my apartment in Springfield. The Chevelle would eventually be towed to my parents’ house and there it would sit until it was sold for $500. I will never know if the person who bought it actually put in a new engine and got it going or not. I wonder to this day if the car is still on the road somewhere.
It was shortly after the destruction of the Chevelle’s engine that I decided my life was going nowhere and that I didn’t want to grind out a living as an auto-mechanic as originally planned. I enlisted in the Marine Corps in the fall of 1978 and was to report to MCRD (Marine Corps Recruit Depot) San Diego in January 1979. This seemed like the best way to achieve an immediate change to the direction of my life. As it turned out, it was.
March 26, 2009
File under Week 13 of 2009.
I will be out tomorrow, so WIR is early this week. After two weeks in a row of ZERO comments, I decided we need a content infusion of sorts. I give you:
Makes me want a shave and a shower.
Lovel Mixon leads off our list of Fucktards of the week.
How about these two assholes, Angelo Monderoy, 18, and Matthew Cooper, 17, who could get up to 25 years for torturing a cat that they lit on fire.
Or these two potential Darwin award winners from Sangamore, OH?
These three KY escapees, Christopher Marshall, Jerry Sargent and Bobby Cockerell, are Fucktards for sure.
John Coppes was arrested when a neighbor girl saw him having sex with her dog; and a Palamino. Not at the same time me thinks. That is quite the dog and pony show (Thanks FARK).
Helen Sun who handcuffed herself to her husband and bit him is certainly in need of some help.
Then there is this guy who followed his satellite navigations system directions right off a cliff.
I had to click on this headline that actually lead to an interesting story: Name Shame Causes Cock Shrinkage, but Wang is on the rise. (also from FARK).
I liked this story about the first shooting star that was actually caught (sort of).
The Catholics are up in arms this week, over Detroit playing a game during Good Friday and then asking the President to speak when is he pro-abortion. Beware. Frankly, I think Notre Dame and the President were made for each other.
Since I put up a nekkid pic of Cindy Crawford, in fairness to the women and to the good people at Notre Dame, I give you some penturla as well:
Enjoy your freedoms and happy healthy weekends to all.
March 25, 2009
Ran across this article today and I would like your thoughts on this.
DEAR Mr. Liddy,
The following is a letter sent on Tuesday by Jake DeSantis, an executive vice president of the American International Group’s financial products unit, to Edward M. Liddy, the chief executive of A.I.G.
It is with deep regret that I submit my notice of resignation from A.I.G. Financial Products. I hope you take the time to read this entire letter. Before describing the details of my decision, I want to offer some context:
I am proud of everything I have done for the commodity and equity divisions of A.I.G.-F.P. I was in no way involved in — or responsible for — the credit default swap transactions that have hamstrung A.I.G. Nor were more than a handful of the 400 current employees of A.I.G.-F.P. Most of those responsible have left the company and have conspicuously escaped the public outrage.
March 24, 2009
An Amish woman and her daughter were riding in an old buggy one cold blustery day.
The daughter said to her mother, ‘My hands are freezing cold.’
The mother replied, ‘Put them between your legs. Your body heat will
warm them up.’
The daughter did, and her hands warmed up.
The next day, the daughter was riding with her boyfriend who said, ‘My hands are freezing cold.’
The girl replied, ‘Put them between my legs. The warmth of my body will warm them up..’
He did and warmed his hands.
The following day, the boyfriend was again in the buggy with the
He said, ‘My nose is cold.’
The girl replied, ‘Put it between my legs. The warmth of my body will
warm it up’.
He did and warmed his nose.