I just read (again) The Last of the Mohicans by James Fenimore Cooper...published in 1826.

Great book.

Michael Mann directed the movie, and hit a home run. Book Movies never do the book justice, but this one is better than most.

Great movie. Great soundtrack.

Anyway, the story takes place in New York, but it was filmed in North Carolina...not far from where I reside.

End Game

That didn't take long...yanked it they did...all I wanted was the music...let us try again.

Iceland is one of the most interesting places I've traveled.

A little know fact:

When Alcoa Inc. prepared to build an aluminum smelting plant in Iceland in 2004, the government forced it to hire an expert to assure that none of the country's legendary "hidden people" lived underneath the property.

From the Inbox...

Stay with this -- the answer is at the end. It will blow you away.

One evening a grandson was talking to his grandfather about current events.
The grandson asked his grandfather what he thought about the shootings at schools,
the computer age, and things in general.
The Grandfather replied, "Well, let me think a minute, I was born before:
television
penicillin
polio shots
frozen foods
Xerox
contact lenses
Frisbees and
the pill

There were no:
credit cards
laser beams or
ball-point pens

Man had not invented:

pantyhose
air conditioners
dishwashers
clothes dryers
and the clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air
man hadn't yet walked on the moon

Your Grandmother and I got married first, . . . Then lived together.

Every family had a father and a mother.

Until I was 25, I called every man older than me, "Sir".
And after I turned 25, I still called policemen and every man with a title, "Sir."

We were before gay-rights, computer- dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and
group therapy.

Our lives were governed by the Ten Commandments, good judgment, and common sense.

We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong and to stand up and
take responsibility for our actions.

Serving your country was a privilege; living in this country was a bigger privilege.
We thought fast food was what people ate during Lent.
Having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with your cousins..
Draft dodgers were people who closed their front doors when the evening breeze
started.
Time-sharing meant time the family spent together in the evenings and weekends-not
purchasing condominiums.
We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CDs, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys
wearing earrings.
We listened to the Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President's speeches on our radios.
And I don't ever remember any kid blowing his brains out listening to Tommy Dorsey.
If you saw anything with 'Made in Japan' on it, it was junk
The term 'making out' referred to how you did on your school exam.
Pizza Hut, McDonald's, and instant coffee was unheard of.
We had 5 & 10-cent stores where you could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents.
Ice-cream cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar, and a Pepsi were all a nickel
And if you didn't want to splurge, you could spend your nickel on enough stamps to
mail 1 letter and 2 postcards.
You could buy a new Chevy Coupe for $600, . . .. But who could afford one?
Too bad, because gas was 11 cents a gallon.
In my day:
grass" was mowed,
"coke" was a cold drink,
"pot" was something your mother cooked in and
"rock music" was your grandmother's lullaby.
"Aids" were helpers in the Principal's office,
"chip" meant a piece of wood,
"hardware" was found in a hardware store and
"software" wasn't even a word.
And we were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a husband to
have a baby.
No wonder people call us "old and confused" and say there is a generation gap... And
how old do you think I am?
I bet you have this old man in mind...you are in for a shock!
Read on to see -- pretty scary if you think about it and pretty sad at the same time...

Are you ready ?????

For those who slept through World History 101...... here is a condensed version.

Humans originally existed as members of small bands of nomadic hunters/gatherers.They lived on deer in the mountains during the summer and would go to the coast and live on fish and lobster in the winter.

The two most important events in all of history were:
1. The invention of beer, and
2. The invention of the wheel. The wheel was invented to get man to the beer, and the beer to the man.
These facts formed the foundation of modern civilization and together were the catalyst for the splitting of humanity into two distinct subgroups:
1. Liberals
2. Conservatives.

Once beer was discovered, it required grain and that was the beginning of agriculture. Neither the glass bottle nor aluminum can were invented yet, so while our early humans were sitting around waiting for them to be invented, they just stayed close to the brewery. That's how villages were formed.

Some men spent their days tracking and killing animals to BBQ at night while they were drinking beer. This was the beginning of what is known as the Conservative movement. Other men who were weaker and less skilled at hunting learned to live off the conservatives by showing up for the nightly BBQ's and doing the sewing, fetching, and hair dressing.

This was the beginning of the Liberal movement. Some of these liberal men eventually evolved into women. The rest became known as girlie-men.

Some noteworthy liberal achievements include the domestication of cats, the invention of group therapy and group hugs, the evolution of the Hollywood actor, and the concept of Democratic voting to decide how to divide all the meat and beer that conservatives provided.

Over the years, Conservatives came to be symbolized by the largest, most powerful land animal on earth, the elephant. Liberals are symbolized by the jackass.

Modern liberals like imported beer (with lime added), but most prefer white wine or imported bottled water. They eat raw fish but like their beef well done. Sushi, tofu, and French food are standard liberal fare. Another interesting evolutionary side note: most of liberal women have higher testosterone levels than their men. Most social workers, personal injury attorneys, journalists, dreamers in Hollywood and group therapists are liberals. Liberals invented the designated hitter rule because it wasn't fair to make the pitcher also bat.

Conservatives drink domestic beer. They eat red meat and still provide for their women. Conservatives are big-game hunters, rodeo cowboys, lumberjacks, construction workers, firemen, medical doctors, police officers, corporate executives, athletes, Marines, and generally anyone who works productively. Conservatives who own companies hire other conservatives who want to work for a living.

Liberals produce little or nothing. They like to govern the producers and decide what to do with the production. Liberals believe Europeans are more enlightened than Americans. That is why most of the liberals remained in Europe when conservatives were coming to America They crept in after the Wild West was tamed and created a business of trying to get more for nothing.

Here ends today's lesson in world history.......

It should be noted that a liberal may have a momentary urge to angrily respond to the above before forwarding it.

A conservative will simply laugh and be so convinced of the absolute truth of this history that it will be forwarded immediately to other true believers, and to more liberals...just to piss them off.

Hat tip to Jack.

I've been to many Saint Patrick's Day parades. One memorable one was in Boston

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on my way to Iceland

This is a "color" photograph.

My woman got a green star that day...too much Guinness, if you know what I mean. That can happen when you hang with an Irish rugby team. They don't stop until it's all gone.

Savannah, Georgia in 1991 was the Catdaddy. I entered a "longest piss" contest...and won. Boys will be boys.

This is my buddy Joe at about sunset. No stamina whatsoever. Took him several days to get over that one.

Hell, even Stretch is wearing green today.

...and got myself a beer.

Not really, but this was parked out front. 66 bug...how cool is that? It is tight on the inside and outside.

This ride is like, wow man, 43 years old.

Gotta love those white sidewalls.

**Update**

This was mine

Do you think these people are Obama voters?

I never had any fun riding around in this. I dropped a Porsche 914 engine in it. Damn thing would almost do a wheelie. As George Thorogood said later..It was "Bad to the Bone"

To be honest, it had too much power...if there is such a thing. I really wish I'd kept it.

My buddy had a 914/6...which was truly the first slot car I ever drove. I would damn near give my left nut to have one of those. Too much fun.

Happy Saint Valentine's Day to all you lovely ladies out there.

Just so you know, I gifted my woman with a bunch of 12 GA., 3 IN 00BK.

Nothing says love like three inch double-ought buck.

She's making me a pie...well, I might have that backwards.

Coolbreeze and I are still tight...we can tell some stories. Do you believe chicks use to dig this shit. I swear to the Maker they did.

You gotta love St. Augustine in black and white.

We had some good times....

Bwahahahahah!!!!!!!

I've been to many places, and Iceland was one of the "coolest" places I've ever visited. I'm not about to go out and start hunting fudgepackers and carpetmunchers, but I can not get behind the leadership of a homo. That's just me.

Iceland has been in political turmoil since October, when its currency, stock market and leading banks collapsed amid the global financial crisis.

First gay premier takes helm in Iceland

I was always taught that leaders should lead by example. What is this world coming to?

As a friend of mine says...Just Damn!

The three most widespread activities for the Duanwu Festival are eating (and preparing) zongzi, an angular rice ball wrapped in reed or bamboo leaves; drinking realgar wine, and racing dragon boats.

Today, the Dragon Boat Festival begins.

I knew you needed to know this.

Bwahahahah!!!

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You scored as Lee Van Cleef You look like an accountant, but your steely glare and matching nerves make you a match for any hard-case out there. John Wayne 100% Lee Van Cleef 100% Clint Eastwood 88% Lee Marvin 50% Charles Bronson 50%

Bummer:

Louisiana will become the last U.S. state to outlaw Cockfighting under a bill approved by the state legislature on Wednesday.

Ever been to a Cockfight? There is nothing like going deep into the woods after dark to some dilapidated barn, doing sips of burns blue beads clear, and watching a bunch of roosters slaughter each other. The money is good if you know your chickens.

On an unrelated matter...I'm honored that Tiger Woods named his daughter after me. Thanks Bro...and yes, her name is Sam, not Samantha.

Just in case you were wondering.

This is just not right.

I'm just saying!!!

My wife got a prescription filled yesterday and the pharmacy was 8 pills short. The pharmacist said, sorry about that, we will drive them over to your house on Monday.

How cool is that? I love small towns.

We also have a walking mailman who brings Stretch a treat everyday.

Is Stretch's middle name.

Well, that's what it says on the other side of his tag.

Never Forget!!!

Triumph GT6 MK3

Cylinders 6 in-line
0-60mph 9.5 secs
Top Speed 112 mph
Overall fuel 27.6 mpg
Touring fuel 30.5 mpg
Length 12 ft. 4 in.
Wheelbase 83 in.
Width 4 ft. 10 in.
Height 3 ft. 11½ in.

Back then...this was a sweet ride.

Mine was white, and I eventually totaled it. Damn lucky to crawl out of that one.

I’ve been asked what I’m getting my sweetie for Valentine's Day.

Well, I’ve always been a big fan of Eros, the mischievous, winged child armed with bow and arrows. Mythology says he would shoot anything, Gods and Humans alike. I like his style, so I’m getting her one of these.

There you have it.

Jimbo got the twang.

Lord have mercy!

He's in deep with both of everything!

Where I live, we have a huge, relatively new, Hispanic population. These people will work for damn near nothing. All the local companies offer "conversational Spanish" courses to their employees. This is bullshit.

Are they taking American jobs? It depends; yes and no. The jobs they take are the one's even the American dirtball beleives they are too good to do. The American dirtbag believes they are better than the immigrant. Are they? I don't think so. I think their values have been corrupted by the Left. The American dirtbag would rather live off of us, for free, than actually contributing to the economy of their country. They are the problem.

I have no answer, but I do know this is a major problem. Now, I don't want to get into a immigration, illegal alien debate at the moment; I'll save that for later.

But, it does piss me off when someone living in my country cannot communicate with me because they refuse, or are too stupid, to learn the language. I think we ought to throw 'em all the fuck out.

Once they are gone, we could force the American dirtbag to work for a living.

The jobs are there.

...to everyone reading this Blog.

What does a no. 2 pencil, and a tortilla have in common?

Go here to find out.

My friend Dash is way out there. I like that in friends.

You gotta glide it down the middle.

"It was a holiday party. It was not a Christmas party. There is a separation of church and state. We have a lot of students that go to Hampton Academy Junior High that have different religions. We have to be sensitive to that."

I strongly disagree with this.

Damn, the next thing we know, Buddha will be driving the sleigh, and Rudolf will morph into a Muslim camel.

How come I never come face-to-face with assholes like this?

I'm not advocating a position, one way or the other, but my good friend Key illustrates a point via some corronspondence she received. You decide.

Interesting piece on Euthanasia.

Thanks to The Orgin of Soul for the link.

...when you might need this.

Navajo Code Talkers' Dictionary
REVISED AS OF 15 JUNE 1945
(DECLASSIFIED UNDER DEPARTMENT OF DEFENSE DIRECTIVE 5200.9)

In a nutshell, this is exactly what Hanoi John and his mob do not understand, or refuse to believe. Wishful thinking will not work.

"This is not simply a fight against terror - terror is a tactic. This is not simply a fight against Al Qaeda, it's affiliates and adherents - they are foot soldiers. This is not simply a fight to bring democracy to the Middle East - that is an objective. This is a fight for the very ideas at the foundation of our society, the way of life those ideas enable, and the freedoms we enjoy."

- R.L. Brownlee, Acting Secretary of the Army and General Peter J. Schoomaker, Chief of Staff, United States Army

I have a really good friend who lives on the other side of the planet and cannot comment on this blog for legitimate reasons. When he was living in America, we became friends, and had many great debates, both drunk and sober, on many different issues.

I miss those conversations.

He is highly educated, and probably the most well traveled person I’ve ever known. Like I, he is a true patriot (different country), but our political and social beliefs are mostly opposite. As I learned during the initial development of our friendship, there is an art to remaining friends under these conditions. We accomplished this, no problem. I am still impressed.

I ripped Danny Glover and Greg Palast in this post.

My friend asked the following question.

Is it the office that the person held or the person that warrants respect?

The answer is simple if we’re talking about the Office of the President of the United States of America. The “Office” warrants eternal respect, and the individual and their families, whether you agree with them or not, warrant the respect and courtesy of everyone, until buried or cremated. Anyone, with any honor, should recognize the grieving people must have closure, and that attacks on the character of the dead, before closure, are disrespectful. That is a fact of life.

This is just my opinion.

Excerpt:

Bill Whittle

I am not a religious person. I do not have a horse in this race. But everywhere I turn in the world today, I see Radical Islam -- and not the United States -- at war with everybody. And I have no choice but to conclude that this is not a blip or a hiccup. It is a growing threat. And it needs to be met head-on. Right now.

Once again, this is a must read!

Laura Ingraham read the following piece on her show today.

It is a good reminder of our heritage, and who we are today.

As she said, "it is worth revisiting in these difficult days."

What is an American? A primer.

By Peter Ferrara, an associate professor of law at the George Mason University School of Law.

September 25, 2001

You Gotta Love Her!

That is all.

"Twenty-five doesn't sound like much until you start flying them,"

Col. Robert Morgan, commander of the famed Memphis Belle B-17 bomber that flew combat missions over Europe during World War II, died late Saturday of complications from a fall, his wife said. He was 85.

Read the rest here.

Col. Morgan lived a very colorful life, as detailed here.

It's a good book.

It took a while, but I've regained my composure.

Go read this now.

Warning!!! You might cry!

I could not say it better.

Pat Tillman was a true American Patriot.

KIEV, Ukraine (AP) — Several hundred decommissioned Soviet-built surface-to-air missiles are unaccounted for in Ukraine's military arsenal, the defense minister told a newspaper.

Why am I not surprised?

No, David, they weren't given coats. They were expendable.

This is Powerful!

Link via: Smoke on the Water

Haiti has always been a mess. The natives have always been restless. Papa Doc, Baby Doc, Dick Doc, this latest clown (Iisadick); it doesn’t matter who is driving - crime, corruption, and greed has always been the norm.

I watch the news, and see all these Haitians running around like a pack of wild animals, and it makes me wonder - do the French believe in Voodoo, or has Radical Islam taken root?

I say forget the Useless Nations...The U.S. should go in and stabilize these savages once and for all. We’d be doing ‘em a favor.

My friend KEY got me thinking with this post.

This question is for the married boy dogs.

How many of you asked your wife to marry you, as opposed to coming to a mutual conclusion that you should be married?

Me - I asked!!!!

...but I'm not stupid - I was 100 % sure of the answer.

If there is any doubt, any doubt at all, you are dumber than a box of rocks.

The Complete Tales of Uncle Remus.

Pompeii

The Discoverers

The Killer Angels.

Jackdaws.

The Man Who Flew the Memphis Belle.

Jack has produced some of the best material I've read in a long time.

Trust me.

Pleasant melancholy and the Black Pit of Despair - Part I: The seeds are sown

Trust me again.

Pleasant melancholy and the Black Pit of Despair - Part II: The road has no signs

And again

Pleasant melancholy and the Black Pit of Despair Part III: The chain is forged

des Brierfleckens

Now, this is interesting.

Dax is on. This is a great post.

As a matter of fact, I have several. I'm going to break 'em out, go thru 'em, and remember.

Thanks man.

My good friend from the Southern Hemisphere suspects this is consistent with my views.

What is your take?

Remember - everything spins backwards down there.

I'm Frog and a Toad!

Know what she means?

Here is another one you must read.

Enough said!

When I was a kid, my Grandfather made a sled for me. It was customized for my size, and the fastest sled of all. He fabricated the rails, carved the wood, put it all together, and let me choose the paint. At that time of my life – I chose Maroon. This Puppy was bad. It was the memory. I was so PROUD!!!

It snowed more back then, and I lived on a very steep road that was perfect for high speed, hang-on with all you have, mailbox dodging, races for the bottom. Even after I applied a generous portion of soap or candle wax to the rails, it was still a 90 second ride. I mean I could outrun the dogs, and everyone else. I became a neighborhood legend. My mother received phone calls from other mothers saying I was going too fast. I must tell you, that made me feel good. I would relate this to my Grandfather, and it made him proud as well (I could tell). He would tweak my sled to make it even faster. I was challenged often, and never lost. I was the “Fastest”. It was a good time of my life, and I remember it well.

I also remember the boys who stole it from me, set it on fire, and laughed at me when I cried tears of rage. They were jealous.

But, I still remember them. They are brothers, and maybe some day I’ll look ‘em up.

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EACH AND ALL!

I'm Code Orange Plane Tripping.

Be back soon.

Nice Rug, eh?

Who has the keys to the sailboat?

This is a grest post. Read it.

John Steinbeck, who died this day, December 20, in 1968.

I must read "The Grapes of Wrath" (1939; Pulitzer Prize), and "Of Mice and Men", again.

This man was a genius.

I recommend this book by Michael Shaara.

Excerpt:

When he thought of the old man he could see him suddenly in a field in the spring, trying to move a gray boulder. He always knew instinctively the ones you could move, even though the greater part was buried in the earth, and he expected you to move the rock and not discuss it. A hard and silent man, an honest man, a noble man....

Once (he).... had a speech memorized from Shakespeare and gave it proudly.... "What a piece of work is man...in action an angel!"...."Well, boy, if he's an angel, he's sure a murderin' angel".... on to school to make an oration on the subject: Man, the Killer Angel....

Jim over at Smoke on the Water is on tonight!
This is a great post. Enough said.

Looks like Global Warming has been going on longer than some people think.

A lot longer. Read this.

This is some fine writing. You will not be disappointed.

Trinity - Part I

Trinty - Part II

Enough said. Read 'em.

Smoke on the Water

Thanks to Key and Donnie.

This is now on my blogroll.

Cool Runnings!

I love Southern Women.

Kelley has a great post here.

The Canadians are like re-fried beans. They cannot get it right the first time.

I didn't name my blog "The Brier Patch" fo nothing! Jus bin bisy!! I'm almost ready! So now you know - been holding out!

Way down deep in de brier-patch is de home of Breir Rabbit. He is a smart feller, but he get on de nerves of Brer Bear and Brer Fox.

One night dey cach him and tie him up, to make him into stew. But Brer Rabbit only laugh at Brer Bear and Brer Fox. "Too bad" he say. "what do you mean?" ask Brer Fox. "I was goin' to show you my secret lauthing place in a hollow tree," say Brer Rabbit "Make me feel like lauthin' just to think of it." "Can't you tell us which tree?" dey ask. "I can't tell you where 'tis" say Brer Rabbit. "I got to show you. But you got me all tied up. If you'd set me free, I't take you dere." Brer Fox and Brer Bear consider more. At last they give in. Oh, dey keep a rope on Brer Rabbit, good ant tight. Den dey start off, an' Brer Rabbit lead de way right up to a hollow oak. "Dere 'tis!" he yell. "Dere's my secret lauthing place." So Brer Fox and Brer Bear peek in. Zippety-zim, out come a swarm of bees, and dey chase Brer Fox and Brer Bear a-howling through de woods. Brer Rabbit, he laugh till he almost choke. "Dat's my lauthing place!" he sing out. So Brer Bear and Brer Fox go home, mos' unhappy, and dream of trappin' Brer Rabbit again.

The Tar Baby

One day Brer Fox an Brer Bear wuz sittin' round in de woods, an Brer Fox say, all to once, "I'm goin' to make a new sort of trap dat's sure to git Brer Rabbit!" so he get some tar and set to work. he make him a Tar Baby and dress it in brer Bear's clothes. Dey took de Tar Baby, and dey sot him down by the side of the road. Den Brer Fox and Brer Bear, dey hid until Brer Rabbit comes along and spies de Tar Baby. "Howdy-do!" sing out Brer Rabbit. Of course, de Tar baby he say nothin'. Brer Rabbit wait. Den he say, louder dan before, "Ain't you goin' to be perlit and say Howdy-do?" De tar baby he say nothin'. Now Brer Rabbit get mad. He draw back his fist, and BLIP! he hit de Tar Baby smack in his nose. But Brer Rabbit's fist stuck in the tar. "Let go of my fist!" he holler, an he hit de Tar Baby. But dis fist stuck, too. Well suh, Brer Rabbit kiked dat Tar Baby wif both behind feet. Den he ram him with his hean. By now, Brer Rabbit so stuck in de tar, he can't scarecely move at all. Now Brer Fox and Brer Bear Bear come outer de bushes. dey dance round Brer Rabbit, laughin' and chucklin'. "Brer Rabbit," say Brer fox, "you been bossin' other folks round fer a long time. Now I'm de boss, an I'm goin' to roast you."Brer Rabbit, he skeered, but he tink he know how to get out of his trouble. "Roast me ez hot ez you plese," say Brer Rabbit, "but plese PLESE don't fling me in dat brier-patch!" "Hold on," say Brer Bear. It's goin' to be a lot of trouble to roast Brer Rabbit. First, we got to build a big, hot fire." "Yes....dat's so," say Brer Fox. "Well, Brer Rabbit I guess de best way is to skin you. Come on, Brer Bear let's get started." "Skin me," say Brer Rabbit "pull out my ears, snach off my legs, and chop off my tail, but plese plese PLLLLEEEESSSSEEEE, Brer Fox and Brer Bear, don't fling me in det brier-patch!" Now Brer Bear sorter grumble. "ah.....pooh! It aint goin' to be much fun to skin Brer Rabbit, 'cause he ain't skeered of being' skined." But he sure is skeered of dat brier-patch!" say With dat, he yank Brer Rabbit off the Tar Baby, an he fling him KERPLUNK!.....right into dat brer-patch! Well suh, dere wuz a flutter wher Brer Rabbit landed, den "Ooo! Oow! Ouch!" He screech an he squall. Den after a while, der is only a week wisper from Brer Rabbit. Brer Fox and Brer Bear, dey listen. Den dey laff an shake hands. "We got him! Brer Rabbit is dead!" But right den dey hear a scuffin' way at de other end of the brer-patch. An lo an behold, who do dey see scramblin' out but Brer Rabbit hisself, whistlin' with a piece of de brer-bush! "Born an bred in de brier-patch, dat's me," laugh Brer Rabbit. "told you not to fling me der. In all de world dat's the place I love best!" An lippity clip, he hop away. So Up an down dat contryside, Brer Fox an Brer Bear chase Brer rabbit still. Maybe some day dey catch him. You recon dey will?

Uncle Remus, Joel Chandler Harris - 1880

The proper way to pour a nice French wine.

Out!

This is a "not so coded" message for my good friend down under:

Ya'll are very welcome! Question is - can a newbie tolorate it? - it has nothing to do with women! I mean - if they like it or not.

I could be driving something that belongs to someone else!

That is Fraped Up.

Be cool with it.

Excerpt...

No matter where I found myself, if I could find Orion’s belt in the starry sky, I knew I’d be all right. I guess I felt like that constellation was guiding me, protecting me, until I got home. Orion represents the hunter. The hunter of the night sky, and I still feel like that constellation guides me till this day. I named my new pup Orion. I knew that dog would protect me and help me find my way home......

Head on over to The Dax Files and read Orion's Belt.

You must read this. She is Downtown.

Via: Key Monroe

Bejus is lurking in the shadows. So is the CatDaddy!

Some people will, and some people won't
Some people can, and some people can't
Some people do, and some people don't
Others will, and others won't.

Just Depends!

Fact: Everyone who lives in South Florida, is from somewhere else!

Well, it is dark now. So far, all the kids who have "rung the bell" (approached the porch) are Right Scary kids. Their Right Scary parents hang back about 10 yards. This is good. They are having fun!!! I mean - all of em', the children and their parents. Cool!!! We live in a Right type neighborhood. It could be worse. Know what I mean? You could be "Left Out".

It will be a good night!

Ain't Halloween Great?

Well, I'm back. The costume didn't fit. That's OK though, my Deckie would have none of it.

Since it is Halloween, I'm trying on my new costume. I'm going to become a liberal Democrat. If I post some completely illogical nonsense, you will know why. I'll be back after the transformation is complete. Stay tuned!

For my wife.

She is a 10.

I love you baby!

I just received word that my good friend from down under (yes, he is Australian) is now the father of a son. Congratulations to him and his wife! Good thing for him it was a boy – he never understood why we ground girl babies, at birth, until 30 years of age.

G'day

Acidman is going to write a novel.

Consider this post the first pre-order.

I mean that - go for it!