Short bus riders for Obama.

According to a vast majority of Obama supporters anyone not voting for Obama is prejudice and its a racial issue.  I guess the fact that he has no real experience at doing anthing other than making speeches doesn’t count.  Please spare me the lawyer and senator bullshit because I can’t find one thing that he has actually accomplished other than talk.

Bye Bye New Orleans, its been fun

Well its Friday and Gustav is spinning south of Cuba, the tract seems to be headed  to New Orleans. New Orleans Mayor C. Ray Nagin left the Democratic National Convention on Wednesday and announced that he would order a mandatory evacuation of New Orleans if a Category 3 storm got within 60 hours of his city.  I guess if it grows to a Cat 3 and its 48 hours out your kind of screwed.  The new Governor is on a bus hunt to help with the evacuation , he wants 700.  I guess the requirement will be to have a full stocked bar, big screen tv and separate bathrooms for men and women. Nagin has already started whining about 800 million shortage on rebuilding the water and sewer systems.  I am betting not one penny of the billions already poured into that cesspool was misspent. The best thing that could happen is for all the levies to fail, turn the damn place into a giant bass lake. I would miss the video’s of the drunken college girls showing the boobs for beads but that is about it.

Craigs list for hookers

I did what one of the few people to comment on my blog suggested. I checked out Craigs List. I guess dating under the erotic catagory could be interesting.

I need a drink

I had a horrible dream last night. I was naked in bed with Hillary. I woke up trying to scream but a cat was busy farting in my face. I wonder if Bill has the same reaction? Another nightmare to think about, what if Chelsea Clinton marries a Kennedy? Would the baby look like Obama?

Dating for the ancients

On a more personal level the dating scene is not getting any brighter. I have always known I don’t need another mother but for some reason most of the women I have dated seem to think that I do. I am by no means a neat freak, I don’t iron underwear or freak out if I see a dust bunny roaming under the couch. I am not some old nasty man living with a thousand cats and dogs either. I have someone who mows the lawn and takes care of the front lawn. I take care of the back yard, its mine and I don’t get all excited about making it into a park. I don’t go in my back yard and pick up dog shit, that is why I have a back yard, a place for the dogs to shit. I do have a few weird ass things about me. I put dirty clothes in baskets in a spare closet, I hate having dirty clothes lying around. I make the bed when I get up, old army habit hard to break and it doesn’t take much time. I don’t like leaving dirty dishes in the sink, I have a dishwasher and that’s were they go. I always wash out my pots and pans right after cooking, I don’t know why it just another stupid habit. I wash the cars at a drive through car wash and I rarely wash the dually. I guess even after all these years, women baffle the shit out of me. One date asked me why I have three vehicles, I told her because I could afford three vehicles. She told me I was wasting my money. That was the last date for her.
Its simple shit that just confuses me all to hell. I ask a date “where would you like to go eat ? She answers, “I don’t care anywhere is fine.” Now the fucking game begins, so the next question is “ Where don’t you want to go eat or is there something you don’t want to eat?” After getting the same non response I give up and go where I want to go eat. Half way through the meal and in some vague discussion about nothing she mentions that she was hoping to go to restaurant “B” instead of “ A” where you’re currently dining. Now on the first or even second time we go out, I kind of understand this. This seems to be a reoccurring theme and I am to the point of kicking them out at McDonalds and ending the relationship right there.
I am also getting damn tired of hearing about ex’s. I have yet to date a woman who came out and said they broke up because she was a raving bitch or any part of the breakup was her fault. I remember one date not to long ago where the lady showed me pictures of her and the ex and kids. Holy shit, I couldn’t believe she was the same women. I asked her is she had picture of when they got married, of course she had a few. Now I know that having kids, and years put some pounds on people and shit tends to go a bit neglected. The marriage picture showed a happy couple, and she was a thin little hottie, and he was all decked out in a tux. Eighteen years later it looked like she had eaten a couple of the kids and only had sweat suits as outfits. Her husband had developed a hair loss deal but looked to be about the same size. Now two years after the divorce she looked like her wedding picture all slim and perky. I am sure there were other factors in their breakup but her complete lack of carrying about her appearance was evident. She told me they broke up because her ex found a younger woman. I am sure he did since there appeared to be two of them hiding in her. I am sure Dr. Phil would sympathize with her and blame it on her ex but then again Dr. Phil has a hot wife and I doubt if she allows herself to get sloppy. So here I am setting with a woman who is in the hunt again, back in fighting trim looking for another free ride. That was our last date by the way. I have since changed my attitude on looking at old pictures.
I guess the thing that piss’s me off more than anything is being told that I need to change this or that.
Things like,
My kitchen curtains look dated.
I have too many computers.
I need to update my wardrobe.
Real men don’t have cats.
I should wear shorts in the summer.

I am thinking of telling the next one that starts off on her improvement project to get bigger tits and a smaller ass and she how she likes that.

Glad I don’t live in Denver

This is going to get interesting. According to the latest CNN pole 53% of the people taking the pole are not going to watch any of the Democratic convention. In other interesting news 25% of the Hillary supporters are highly pissed and won’t back Obama. I guess the ball is now in the Republican court, who will be the VP candidate for McCain? The press seems to be leaning towards Mitt Romney and for once I think they may have gotten it right, he brings a balance of some sort to the McCain ticket and is squeaky clean. There has been mention of Gov Mark Sanford of SC but his throwing a couple of pigs into the state house to protest pork barrel spending at the state level might not go over well in Washington. Either way it goes I think Obama fucked this one up and it will bite him I the ass before its all over.

Beat their little ass’s until they behave……….

The big furor over kids being paddled in school kind of died again. Personally I am for it, some kids, ( including me) need an attention getter. Getting your ass tore up by the Principal was always a threat when I went to school back in the dark ages. I remember Principal’s walking the hallways spinning that evil looking paddle which was attached to his wrist by a rope. The rumors were that the paddle had nails, holes, spike’s etc, etc. Even the school bad ass’s toned down when the paddle of doom was in the area.
I don’t think the fear was so much that the principal was going to beat your ass, it was knowing that the principal would be calling our parents and letting them know we had fucked up. The few times that I did get my ass paddled was followed by the long walk home knowing my dad already knew what I had done. There would be no denial, I knew better than to accuse my teachers and principals of being against me. My parents knew that children are born liars, anything to save their ass, so there was no use going there. The best approach was a full confession and hope that some sort of miracle would occur, like the end of the earth. I do remember one time that I had apparently lost my mind and smart mouthed a teacher. I was in high school and I must have been feeling my oats or trying to impress a girl. I don’t remember all the details, but I do remember standing in the principal’s office as he called my dad. I had already begged for a quick death from the hands of the principal or the dean of boys and had been denied. We lived, maybe five minutes driving time from the school, my dad made it in two. I swear the phone had not even hit the cradle and his blue Rambler was sliding to a stop in front of the school. I remember him walking in and the principal saying “ Hi Walt, how’s it going, he is all yours”, the principal walked out and left me alone with dad. I had never seen my dad so mad, his face was red and he didn’t say a word to me, he just pointed at the car. I hauled ass to the car, knowing that my next stop would probably be the graveyard. I had made a cardinal sin, I had embarrassed my parents by my behavior, there would be no excuses accepted, I wouldn’t even try. It seemed like forever when my dad came out of the school, he got in the car and didn’t say a word. The drive home seemed to take forever. I think it took every fiber or restraint in my dad to keep from killing me, he just told me to go to my room when we got home. I didn’t get my ass spanked later that day, the wait was the real punishment and my dad was a master of torture. I think he just delayed it to keep from killing me and give himself time to cool off. The real punishment was when he did call me downstairs and looked me straight I the face and told me that I had disappointed him and that he had to apologize to the principal for my behavior. That was the last time my dad had to even came close to physical punishment. I had done the worse thing possible, I had disappointed him and no physical punishment could ever undo that.
I did get my ass tore up more than once while I was in grade school and I deserved everyone but when I crossed that unknown line and got to big for paddling the punishment was far worse. I believe in giving the people responsible for discipline and education the tools they need to do the job. If a child needs his ass paddled to get his attention then so be it. I also believe at some point in every child’s life this becomes a waste of time and the punishment has to fit the offense. Is paddling really punishment? I don’t think so, it is more of an attention getter. I know there are a bunch of so called parents out there who believe some sort of Dr. Spock bullshit about time out and all that other crap. Well I have news for them, they are cheating their children they are painting a false picture of reality. They have given a lesson of no respect for authority to include the parents. This is more of that fucking hippy generation bullshit thinking, lets have a group hug and all will be ok and the man is out to fuck us. We are raising a nation of pussies, while our enemies are raising a nation of assholes who would just as soon kill you as look at you. It’s all well and good to hope for peace love and tenderness but the reality of the world is that it’s a violent brutal place where evil people do evil things. We have raised a few generations that think that a group hug or time out is the norm for the world. They have forgotten already the lesson given to us on 9/11. I am betting Osama won’t change his attitude with a time out.

Pelosi or Thurman? I will take Thurman

I really don’t know what I will do when the Olympics’ are finally over. I guess I could watch the Democratic convention, its kind of the same theme. I am still hoping Hillary will pull something out of her rather wide ass and bitch slap “King for life Obama”. I am starting to see signs that the main stream media is beginning to question their undying love affair with Obama, maybe the realization of what he will do to them has finally hit home. The Obama camp is grasping at any straw in the wind right now, the latest over how many homes McCain owns. I expect this to be a quickie, a few bits for the press before anyone can question Obama on his rather shady dealings on his million dollar house. I can tell you this, if I had a wife worth a 100 million dollars the last thing I would be doing is running for President. I can’t see why any republican would want to be president, the congress will be overrun with democrats and the next four years will be a fucking circus. I wonder how long the voters in Califagnia will continue to elect Pelosi? I really can’t say much South Carolina kept electing Strom Thurman.

Figures

Linda Burnett, 23, a resident of San Diego, was visiting her in-laws and while there went to a nearby supermarket to pick up some groceries.

Several people noticed her sitting in her car with the windows rolled up and with her eyes closed, with both hands behind the back of her head. One customer who had been at the store for a while became concerned and walked over to the car. He noticed that Linda’s eyes were now open, and she looked very strange. He asked her if she was okay, and Linda replied that she had been shot in the back o f the head, and had been holding her brains in for over an hour. The man called the paramedics, who broke into the car because the doors were locked and Linda refused to remove her hands from her head.

When they finally got in, they found that Linda had a wad of bread dough on the back of her head. A Pillsbury biscuit canister had ex ploded from the heat, making a loud noise that sounded like a gunshot and the wad of dough hit her in the back of her head.

When she reached back to find out what it was, she felt the dough and thought it was her brains. She initially passed out, but quickly recovered.

Linda is a blonde, a Democrat and an Obama supporter, but that could be irrelevant.