AMERICA

AMERICA
ONE NATION UNDER GOD!

Saturday, July 31, 2010

2 things to cover

My little sister, my last living blood family member is going in the record books by having a birthday.
I know she stops bye here regular. but she has only left 1 comment in all this time.
She's a little more shy than I am.
But this is for you P.
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And in an effort to get a little joy back into this world,
I want to send a HEY to the lady
and celebrate in the PINK SATURDAY, with this
Little gem...

THE BOSS & THE KILLER
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Friday, July 30, 2010

DID YOU SEE THE FULL MOON?

BLOOD RED IN THE SoCAL SKY
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I SEE THE BAD MOON ARISING
I SEE TROUBLE ON THE WAY.
I SEE EARTHQUAKES AND LIGHTNING
I SEE BAD TIMES TODAY



DON'T GO 'ROUND TONIGHT
WELL, IT'S BOUND TO TAKE YOUR LIFE
THERE'S... A BAD MOON ON THE RISE




I HEAR HURRICANES A-BLOWING
I KNOW THE END IS COMING SOON
I FEAR RIVERS OVERFLOWING
I HEAR THE VOICE OF RAGE AND RUIN




DON'T GO 'ROUND TONIGHT
WELL, IT'S BOUND TO TAKE YOUR LIFE 
THERE'S... A BAD MOON ON THE RISE
 ALL, RIGHT!
 
 
 
HOPE YOU... GOT YOUR THINGS TOGETHER
HOPE YOU... ARE QUITE PREPARED TO DIE
LOOKS LIKE WE'RE IN FOR NASTY WEATHER
ONE EYE IS TAKEN FOR AN EYE.
 
 
WELL, DON'T GO 'ROUND TONIGHT
IT'S BOUND TO TAKE YOUR LIFE
THERE'S... A BAD MOON ON THE RISE


DON'T GO 'ROUND TONIGHT
WELL, IT'S BOUND TO TAKE YOUR LIFE
THERE'S... A BAD MOON ON THE RISE
 
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I've always understood the meaning of this song to be eschatalogical. or a portend of something devastating approaching rapidly. But thanks to SNOOKIE and the boys of the Jersey Shore, there is a new meaning. "BAD MOON ON THE  RISE" is now a reference to a female who is  showing a little too much of her backside.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

RUN THROUGH THE JUNGLE

THAT LITTLE OLD COUNTRY BAND FROM 
SAN FRANCISCO...
CREEDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL
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WHOA... Thought it was a nightmare.
 Lo, it's all so true...
They told me, "Don't go walkin' slow, 
The Devil's on the loose."

BETTER RUN THROUGH THE JUNGLE,
BETTER RUN THROUGH THE JUNGLE,
BETTER RUN THROUGH THE JUNGLE,
WHOA, DON'T LOOK BACK TO SEE ...

Thought I heard a rumblin'
Callin' to my name,
Two hundred million guns are loaded.
Satan cries; "Take aim."


BETTER RUN THROUGH THE JUNGLE,
BETTER RUN THROUGH THE JUNGLE,
BETTER RUN THROUGH THE JUNGLE,
WOAH, DON'T LOOK BACK TO SEE ...
 
 
Over on the mountain,
Thunder Magic spoke...
"Let the people know my wisdom...
Fill the land with smoke."


BETTER RUN THROUGH THE JUNGLE,
BETTER RUN THROUGH THE JUNGLE,
BETTER RUN THROUGH THE JUNGLE,
WOAH, DON'T LOOK BACK TO SEE ...

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This was NOT a WAR PROTEST SONG...
No matter what OLIVER STONE THINKS,
This is often believed to be about the Vietnam War, as it referred to a "jungle" and was released in 1970. The fact that previous CCR songs such as "Who'll Stop the Rain?" and "Fortunate Son" were protests of the Vietnam War added to this theory. In response, John Fogerty said: "I think a lot of people thought that because of the times, but I was talking about America and the proliferation of guns, registered and otherwise. I'm a hunter and I'm not antigun, but I just thought that people were so gun-happy -- and there were so many guns uncontrolled that it really was dangerous, and it's even worse now. It's interesting that it has taken 20-odd years to get a movement on that position."
 
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Dang, Drum beating, sitting in a circle, Hippies...

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

THANKFUL THURSDAY




Pfc OSCAR P. AUSTIN USMC

Private First Class Oscar Palmer Austin (January 15, 1949 – February 23, 1969) was a United States Marine who was posthumously awarded his nation's highest military honor — the Medal of Honor — for heroism and sacrifice of his own life in Vietnam in February 1969.

Austin was born on January 15, 1949, in Nacogdoches, Texas. He attended Booker T. Washington Elementary School in Phoenix, Arizona, and Phoenix Union High School.

Austin joined the United States Marine Corps in Phoenix, Arizona April 22, 1968 and completed recruit training with the 3rd Recruit Training Battalion at Marine Corps Recruit Depot San Diego, California, in July 1968. He completed his individual combat training with Company T, 3rd Battalion, 2nd Infantry Training Regiment, Marine Corps Base Camp Pendleton, California, in August 1968; and basic infantry training with Weapons Company, Basic Infantry Training Battalion, 2nd Infantry Training Regiment at Camp Pendleton, in September.

Promoted to private first class on October 1, 1968, he was transferred later that month to the Republic of Vietnam where he served as ammunitions man with Company E, 2nd Battalion 7th Marines, 1st Marine Division. While participating in combat 6 ½ miles west of Da Nang on February 23, 1969, he was killed in action.

During the early morning hours on February 23, 1969, Pfc Austin's observation post came under a fierce ground attack by a large North Vietnamese Army force using a heavy volume of hand grenades, satchel charges and small arms fire. Observing that one of his wounded companions had fallen unconscious in a position dangerously exposed to hostile fire, Austin unhesitatingly left the relative security of his fighting hole and, with complete disregard for his own safety, raced across the fire swept terrain to drag the Marine to safety. As he neared his companion, he observed an enemy grenade land nearby. Leaping between the grenade and the injured Marine, Austin took the full force of the explosion himself. Although he was badly injured, Austin turned to help his fallen companion and saw a North Vietnamese soldier aiming a weapon at the unconscious man. With full knowledge of the probable consequences, Austin threw himself between the injured Marine and the hostile soldier. In doing so, he was mortally wounded.

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Medal of Honor citation

The President of the United States
in the name of The Congress takes pride in presenting the MEDAL OF HONOR posthumously to
PRIVATE FIRST CLASS OSCAR P. AUSTIN
UNITED STATES MARINE CORPS
for service as set forth in the following CITATION:
For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty while serving as an Assistant Machine Gunner with Company E, Second Battalion, Seventh Marines, First Marine Division in connection with operations against enemy forces in the Republic of Vietnam
 
During the early morning hours of February 23, 1969, Private First Class Austin's observation post was subjected to a fierce ground attack by a large North Vietnamese Army force supported by a heavy volume of hand grenades, satchel charges and small arms fire. Observing that one of his wounded companions had fallen unconscious in a position dangerously exposed to the hostile fire, Private First Class Austin unhesitatingly left the relative security of his fighting hole and, with complete disregard for his own safety, raced across the fire-swept terrain to assist the Marine to a covered location. 
 
As he neared the casualty, he observed an enemy grenade land nearby and, reacting instantly, leaped between the injured Marine and the lethal object, absorbing the effect of its detonation. As he ignored his painful injuries and turned to examine the wounded man, he saw a North Vietnamese Army soldier aiming a weapon at his unconscious companion. 
 
With full knowledge of the probable consequences and thinking only to protect the Marine, Private First Class Austin resolutely threw himself between the casualty and the hostile soldier and, in so doing, was mortally wounded. Private First Class Austin's indomitable courage, inspiring initiative and selfless devotion to duty upheld the highest traditions of the Marine Corps and the United States Naval Service. He gallantly gave his life for his country.
/S/RICHARD M. NIXON
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"Some people spend an entire lifetime
wondering if they made a difference in the world.
But the U.S. ARMED FORCES
don't have that problem."
                               -Ronald Reagan

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY

CORNHOLIO








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Tuesday, July 27, 2010

MAIL CALL

FLIGHT OPS HAVE JUST SECURED. 
AND THESE WERE IN THE MAIL BAG...

EVERYONE LOVES GUNS & ROSES

BACK OFF, BUB!


ROCK & ROLL

'SUP? G!

IS THAT EDIBLE?

ON SECOND THOUGHT...

THAT'S RIGHT BABY.. I STILL GOT IT

RICE CEREAL? REALLY? RICE CEREAL???

MOM! YOUR HANDS ARE FREEZING.

I NEED A VACATION.

TONIGHT YOU DIE IN YOUR SLEEP.

I JUST FARTED!


DID I SAY THAT OUT LOUD?

MMM... MMM!


AND A NON-BIKER STRIPPER...
KNOW HOW YOU CAN TELL?
WATCH THIS...
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THE TRUTH... THE WHOLE TRUTH... AND NOTHING BUT...

There are two people who know this story, besides myself. I shared it in confidence with them, because the pressure was more than I could take. I asked them not to tell anyone else, out of respect to the gravity of the situation. A human being's life was precariously hanging in the balance beam. You may think of the BLOG-O-SPHERE as your private play ground, where you are free to run slip shod over everyone else in an effort to
"MAKE THEM THINK."

In reality, this is serious business, with real, lives and people attached to the blogs they leave here for you to read. The one man who needs to see this has refused to read me anymore. And has ordered his followers to boycott my blog. But this is a story that must be told. If you are one of the two people who have promised to never share this info, you are now released from that promise.

It started with a picture. It wasn't quite as graphic as this picture,
But just as alarming, if you knew anything about the nightmares that haunt some of the warriors who provide the freedoms you take for granted. The blogger who posted the picture wrote how he didn't think he could take his current situation for very much longer. I lost my younger brother and 5 other, very close personal friends, in exactly this same fashion. And when I got to his blog that morning, my heart broke. I couldn't just go and not say something. So I left a comment that said something to the effect of:

"Man, that photo is not one bit funny. Get some help. I have lost family and friends this way, and it sucks. Go to youtube and listen to the song 'MALIBU' by Courtney Love, and then go read this blog (NOT SHARING THIS ADDRESS), written by a person who is dealing with the aftermath of a successful suicide."

Later that same day my blog got an ANONYMOUS comment, saying; 


Anonymous said...

    I told you your attitude sucks and your words are hurtful. Knock it off jack weed
    July 12, 2010 5:17 PM 

 I assumed the blogger himself, or one of his numerous followers, had made the comments. This bothered me greatly. All I've ever said on the blog-o-sphere, until very recently, was meant to be either educational,  humorous or supportive. But never hurtful. 

So I resolved to be more tactful or supportive, and start again. The next day my blog friend wrote a 
"FUCK ME" post, and personally called me out, saying it was his life and he could do and say whatever he felt. So I left him a comment that agreed with him and came back and wrote my LAST CALL, and said my farewells.
You all convinced me to return, I agreed, and and that's when CORNHOLIO started his smug attacks and intimidation routine. He takes great pleasure from chasing others off the 
BLOG-O-SPHERE... 
That brings you current and all Paul Harvey...
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 Why Have I told you this?
As it turns out, the person who wrote the blog mentioned above, has left the Blog-o-sphere, for unrelated reasons. He and his wonderful supportive wife are in desperate need of PRAYER. So when your knees hit the floor tonight, please hold this couple up for strength, wisdom, love and justice.

In fact, we need to hold all of our troops and their families up before the LORD. You don't have to be in support of war, to support the warriors. We only do what you tell us to do.
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Monday, July 26, 2010

HE WAS...

A VERY LUCKY MAN...
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AND SO AM I...

PERSONNA NON GRATIS

The game has been fun. The evidence to support my theory has been collected. And the court of public opinion is now in session. The case of THE PEOPLE vs. CORNHOLIO (aka Blase) is now on the docket.

As you know, on 13 July 2010, I wrote a farewell post titled "LAST CALL"

What you don't know, is that my blog is set to send an email to me, whenever a comment is made on a posting. There were 36 comments of a friendly or benign nature, and two hostile, for a total of 38. The 2 hostile comments came within seconds of each other. Indicating, in my opinion, they were written by the same person...
For the record, I submit EXHIBIT 1 into evidence:
Now if this were all I had to go on, this would have changed nothing. In fact it was icing on the cake that precipitated my decision to leave the blog-o-sphere. But just out of curiosity, I checked the "FEEDJIT" tool in my side bar, just to see what part of the world I had managed to inspire. And for posterity sake, I did a "SCREEN SNAPPER" of the entry.

If it pleases thecourt, I submit exhibit "B" into evidence:
This was curious. The "FEEDJIT" app is designed to be method for friends to show that they dropped by, and didn't necessarily feel compelled to leave a comment. But as you see, it also serves as a forensics collection tool of sorts. It does not provide the IP address used in the HTTP GET request sent to port 80. In fact it only shows the Name of the city where the connection to the INTERNET took place. In other words, The ISP (Internet Service Provider) data center's BORDER ROUTER.


To show what I mean, this is what "FEEDJIT" shows when I access my blog:

It says El Cajon, California. I don't live in El Cajon. But Cox Cable's Western San Diego Data Center has its Internet BORDER ROUTER in El Cajon. This Data center is the Internet Uplink (Default Gateway) for 400,000 customers. So timing is of the essence when trying to determine if this is me, or someone who shares the same data center as me. Is this clear?

Since there is only 1 connection listed from El Cajon, And I know that is where I connect from. It is safe to assume this is me. The "0 secs ago" confirms this was the newest entry. And the "Some Things I Have Learned" confirms this "Screen Snapper" happened on my blog, and not say, at the one Heff has on his blog.

So Mr/Ms ANONYMOUS hails from Cary, North Carolina. And I made the "Screen Snapper" 12 minutes after the connection was made. 5 minute delay between the time Blogger sends the massage, and my POP (Post Office Protocol) client queries the Gmail server,. Another 5 minutes for me to hear the "Got Mail" chime, take a look, read and laugh at this jerk. And another 2 minutes to dicide on a plan and execute the steps needed to collect the "Screen Snapper."

Then at 9:55 AM 20 July 2010 Cornholio (aka Blase) leaves, the now infamous "Pfsst" comment:

But before I can get a  Screen Snapper, the FEEDJIT has nothing from Raleigh, North Carolina (the purported Home town of the worlds wisest man).

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I needed a way to get more input from Cornholio and his minions.
But how do you get a Narcissist like CORNHOLIO to comply? Oh Mighty Blase! My omnipotent lord of the Ethernet.Would you and a few of your "Greatest Followers" Groupies, please leave a few comments so that I can compare the results against an Anonymous comment I received the other day?

That may have worked. You never can tell when you are dealing with a member of THE ELITE CLASS MENTAL DEFECTIVE LEAGUE.

But I do know how to get them to react. I had a father who had this very same problem. I was an expert at lighting his fuse, and getting him to go POSTAL. Just challenge him in public, and he will dance like a puppet on a string.

But I also needed to clear the decks. Because a loose cannon can not be aimed when it goes off. And I needed to minimize the traffic to my site, so that I could get the data to hold up in this forum. So, I declared WAR on CORNHOLIO, and asked all the friendlies to stand back.

And true to form Mr Blase danced like Mr Bojangles.

30 comments:


Blasé said...
Your new background... I'm impressed! Has Ophhilia seen it? I hear she likes her some purple.
Blasé said...
ok...I'm not sure who let this "B.S." (Brittany Sommer,Yankee of some sort) on the loose, but somebody needs to throw her back in the pond or something. ..Damn!
Blasé said...
..and who the hell is she talking too???
Blasé said...
HEY BS! Come over to my Blog. I've got a song for you that will make you let down your hair and shake your bootay like there is not tomorrow. Trust me.
Blasé said...
..screw my misspelling, it's FRIDAY and I feel as groovy as a Tar Hell Muther F***er!
Blasé said...
Knock Knock Who's there? If you'd wouldn't worry so much about who is at the damn door all the time and just let me in...we could have as much fun as the "Whole Hee Haw Gang" WHOOOOooooo, Oh Yeah, Baby!
Blasé said...
What do you get when you cross a dead fish with a rotten corpse? It doesn't matter, just get rid of the shi*
Blasé said...
Why did the Chicken cross the road? TO GET TO THE OTHER SIDE. It ALWAYS has been that, and it always WILL be that.
Blasé said...
my back hurts...I'm going to go lie down somewhere.
Dutch donut girl said...
Seriously, HH, was this really necessary? I have never seen such a vicious and mean-spirited attack on the the blogosphere. He's not King of the hill, but who are we kidding, neither are you. Bullying your friends? If this isn't a classic case of the pot calling the kettle black then I don't know what is. And you didn't find that shit (aka NPD symptoms) in a book, you found it on Wikipedia. You could have handled this situation better. You don't like the guy? Fine, you don't have to. But declaring a state of war is going way overboard. Why are you doing this? Because you are not putting an end to this BS, you are the one who started it all by being offensive and insulting. Frankly, I expected better of you. Read your own words and tell me who's the real bully here. So yeah, I am taking sides. But I suppose that's what you wanted all along. For your readers to take sides. Your side. I'm sorry, but this has left a bad taste in my mouth.
Blasé said...
Easy there, Double D! I appreciate the love and you know you're my Girl and everything, but I've got this Old Timer inside of a bunker and I'm about to shovel dirt over it. Ain't going to be no white flag waving on Blasé's part.
Blasé said...
Double D, HH might have Ms Anthropy fooled...but that's ok. Everyone needs to be loved and that is where Ms A comes in.
Blasé said...
My back needs massaging and I wouldn't have Ms A touch it for all the money in the world. I got chicks that are COOL over at my Blog...
Blasé said...
I've turned over a new leaf...tomorrow Blasé shall start a new life.......reading BOOKS! The first book I read will have something to do with- "NPD" (whatever the hell that means...It is my current understanding that I've got the symptoms)
Blasé said...
Whenever I need the pages turned (on my books..duh!)...I will have my harem lick their fingers and turn them for me...preferably naked.
Blasé said...
Ms A is NOT invited...
Blasé said...
Blasé will now lean his back up against Forrest Gump and get some sleep tonight. I'll watch his back, and he'll watch mine. Tomorrow, unless enemy fire has overtaken us, I shall regroup my men and once again show the Blogosphere who THE MAN is around these here parts. Don't judge me, y'all don't know me. Peace and Love
Michelle Faith said...
Ok I get it, You guys are setting this all up to get some good hits. Well its working, cause this has got me laughing my ass off...and that is a LOT of ass to laugh off. Hell this made my night. You two are so bad ass, no really very good stuff. Nice to Meet you KW...looking forward to more.
Blasé said...
yaaaawn [rubbing eyes, whiping snot off lips].. HEY MICHELLE! While you're shaking hands with the enemy/HH...keep your eyes on the hand you can't see (it's got a knife in it). North Korea ain't got shit on HH. FYI: Please don't laugh too much of your "ass off" because I like my women with some 'junk-in-the-trunk' (more to hold on to...)
Blasé said...
HEY HH! I've got more lint collecting in my navel than you've got comrades. Bring ON your Army...I'll take them on ONE by ONE. Your silly/sissy rules don't jive with me. Where is that Karen? Is she still taking pictures of all the men doing the work on her house? When is she going to lay down her camera and pickup a hammer or something?
Blasé said...
..and why is it when I "publicly follow" 'Some Things I have Learned'...the whole damn list gets the boot?? You don't appreciate some FLAVOR in your blog?
Blasé said...
I'm such a STRAIGHT SHOOTER that I've lost more "followers" than you will ever COLLECT...MOFO! Do you think I care, OLD Bearded One? Haa HAA! You can have your "ChristyJesusLou" type of followeres. BIG DEAL/OR NO DEAL!
Blasé said...
..and WHERE IS that preacher-woman? What is her name? OH YEAH.....Chatty Kelly. Is she still praying for me? Well, if she is...it ain't doing a damn bit of good. More fasting is needed, I'm sure.
Blasé said...
I need breakfast............. "HEY SWEETBABY..GET YOUR BIG ASS IN THE KITCHEN BEFORE I GET OUT MY BELT" ..ha..y'all should see her running
Blasé said...
That was good...damn good. They don't make women like SweetBaby, anymore. 'Today's Women' don't have a freakin' CLUE.
Blasé said...
HEY HH, I could play 'Hop-Scotch' wearing a tutu with makeup...and I would STILL be more manly than YOU. Just ask my women over at my Blog. My women don't wear training bras, and they aren't spoiled with sensitive feelings like your followers are.
Blasé said...
I got an idea...... How 'bout you and your women/Army have a Bible study and I'll come over and lead the prayer........................rightafter they do a strip-search on me.
Blasé said...
You might have the better looking blog background (I'm still impressed) and you might be more handsome than me (very,very debatable)....but I've got the better looking women over at my Blog. Trust me.
Blasé said...
My women will tell you straight UP- "If you don't follow Blasé, that is YOUR loss, not his". Go ahead, ask them.
Blasé said...
I read in a book-

"At Blasé's Blog, you get 'The Cream of the Crop' and 'The Gravy'.....but at HH's Blog, you get leftovers and crumbs"

but, you can't believe everything you read in a book.
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That was a very disturbed man venting his anger and frustration at everyone but me. None of you commented his blog.  But I went over there and strung a slew of sailor words at him. and in response he comes over here and goes through the nasty attack against everyone but me. The only person to take it to the source was the brave Dutch Donut Girl. 

God bless the Dutch.

But there's more. when CORNHOLIO went into Messiah Mode, This is what the FEEDJIT Showed:


This address was identical to the one that occurred when Mr/Ms Anonymous came through.
This happened 27 times in one afternoon. But I thought CORNHOLIO lived in Raleigh???

I needed a "CONTROL SAMPLE" another person, who lived in another part of the world, But with some level of certainty as to location... Now who could that be??? 

Doesn't the Brave DDG live in Holland? Why yes I think she does.
All I needed was a comment from here and a corresponding FEEDJIT...

Well guess what?

And Here's the concurrent FEEDJIT...
 That El Cajon entry is the KW. and 0 seconds confirms it is me. And There is the Holland entry, right below it. Hey Dutch Girl! Do you like Apples?
Well how you like them apples?

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The results are obvious. Either CORNHOLIO is the ANONYMOUS commenter. Or there is more than one member of:
THE MENTAL DEFECTIVE LEAGUE,
coming onto the Internet through the same Data Center.
You decide. As for me, CORNHOLIO will never be  allowed to leave comments on my blog again.
All comments you make here will be deleted, CORNHOLIO.

GOOD! BAD or INDIFFERENT!

YOU JUST WANTED TO MAKE ME THINK.
YOU SUCCEEDED.
YOU MADE ME THINK YOU ARE AN ASS...
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TOMORROW: 
"THE TRUTH. THE WHOLE TRUTH. AND NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH."