Saturday, May 26, 2012

Don't play in the street, Lance!

Is it just me or did that driver swerve to hit him?

Sweet memories.....

Stonewall Jackson

Thomas Jonathan Jackson was born on January 21, 1824 in Clarksburg, Virginia. He entered West Point in July 1842 and, in spite of his poor childhood education, worked hard to graduate seventeenth in his class in 1846. Upon graduation, Jackson was sent on military duty to Mexico, and continued his service in the United States Army in positions in New York and Florida. In 1851, Jackson became professor of artillery tactics and natural philosophy at Virginia Military Institute in Lexington, Virginia. He resigned from the army as of February 29, 1852.
Jackson's summer vacations from teaching were often spent vacationing in the North and in Europe where his interests were aroused in art and culture rather than military or political aspects. This somewhat calm, domestic period in his life came to a close on April 21, 1861 when he was ordered to go to Richmond as part of the cadet corps. Since military aspirations had faded from his life, he was virtually unknown in this sphere.
It was during the Battle of Bull Run in the Civil War when Jackson assumed his nickname. Amidst the tumult of battle, Brigadeer-General Barnard E. Bee stated, "There is Jackson standing like a stone wall." As the war continued, Jackson continually impressed his Confederate compatriots with his skill on the battlefield and in planning conferences. He distinguished himself in the Valley campaign of early 1862, the Battle of second Manassas in August 1862, and the Battle of Fredericksburg in December 1862. Jackson was a Southern hero, and in spite of his eccentricities, he was loved and respected by his soldiers. He strictly observed the Sabbath, and his religiousity was constant in all facets of his life.
On May 2, 1863, in his last march of the Civil War, Jackson was wounded by friendly fire. He died of pneumonia several days later on May 10 at Guiney's Station, Virginia. His body was carried to Richmond and then to Lexington where it was buried. It is said that The Army of Northern Virginia never fully recovered from the loss of Stonewall Jackson's leadership in battle. General Robert E. Lee believed Jackson was irreplacable.
sources: Dictionary of American Biography

Jackson at VMI

Any arguments?


Gotta love Baltimore

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Translation, please?

He should've shot the stupid fucker in the head

STOCKHOLM, New York (AP) — Authorities say a New York man had his friend shoot him in the leg because he wanted to know what it feels like to be shot.
State police say the shooting occurred Sunday in the rural town of Stockholm when 25-year-old Shawn Mossow gave in to his friend's repeated requests and shot him once in the right leg with a .22-caliber rifle.
The 24-year-old man is expected to make a full recovery. Police haven't released his name.
Mossow was charged with reckless endangerment. He's being held in jail on $10,000 bail.
Predator Xtreme

Go ahead, Mom. Give 'er a shove.

I hate it when that happens

"You ain't gonna believe this shit. Some motherfucker stole my truck right out of the parking lot. You're gonna have to come get me." I was fucking pissed. I just had a day that kicked my ass and now my fucking truck got ripped off and it damned sure didn't help my foul mood that Lisa started laughing. I got madder. "What's so goddamned funny?" I demanded, looking for a handy rabbit or squirrel to kick.
"Look for a black one, no bed" was all she said.
"What the fuck are you talking about, Woman? And quit laughing. This shit ain't funny."
"You drove my car today, Love." She was still laughing when she hung up.
Fuck fuck fuck........

Just wondering

Am I the only motherfucker that notices how much better my hearing is when I'm masturbating or watching porn when somebody else is home?

Comment of the day

From this post HERE



From an 11 year old girl? Looks like mommy and daddy need to bust her little ass for her language and for being up at 1:29 AM on a school night.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

No, warehousemen are not warped.....

I spotted this hanging from underneath Luis's truck on my way out from work this evening. He came sauntering up as I was taking the picture and we started laughing about it, then I asked how long has it been there?
"Oh, about a month, bro." Then he went on to tell me that he drove around for a month before that with the motherfucker hanging out of is passenger window.
Yeah, I got no idea......

Gotta be California (again)

Fuck it. Milfy Wednesday.

Oh Blessed Mary, Mother of God.....

Watch your eyes.....

I'm fucking serious.....

Thought I was fucking joking, didn't you?
Motherfucker scared me so bad I started speaking Catholic.....

Arming domestic drones?

WASHINGTON (CBSDC) – With the use of domestic drones increasing, concern has not just come up over privacy issues, but also over the potential use of lethal force by the unmanned aircraft.
Drones have been used overseas to target and kill high-level terror leaders and are also being used along the U.S.-Mexico border in the battle against illegal immigration. But now, these drones are starting to be used domestically at an increasing rate.
The Federal Aviation Administration has allowed several police departments to use drones across the U.S. They are controlled from a remote location and use infrared sensors and high-resolution cameras.
Chief Deputy Randy McDaniel of the Montgomery County Sheriff’s Office in Texas told The Daily that his department is considering using rubber bullets and tear gas on its drone.
“Those are things that law enforcement utilizes day in and day out and in certain situations it might be advantageous to have this type of system on the UAV (unmanned aerial vehicle),” McDaniel told The Daily.
The use of potential force from drones has raised the ire of the American Civil Liberties Union.
“It’s simply not appropriate to use any of force, lethal or non-lethal, on a drone,” Catherine Crump, staff attorney for the ACLU, told CBSDC.
Crump feels one of the biggest problems with the use of drones is the remote location where they are operated from.
“When the officer is on the scene, they have full access to info about what has transpired there,” Crump explained to CBSDC. “An officer at a remote location far away does not have the same level of access.”
The ACLU is also worried about potential drones malfunctioning and falling from the sky, adding that they are keeping a close eye on the use of these unmanned aircraft by police departments.
“We don’t need a situation where Americans feel there is in an invisible eye in the sky,” Jay Stanley, senior policy analyst at ACLU, told CBSDC.
Joshua Foust, fellow at the American Security Project, feels domestic drones should not be armed.
“I think from a legal perspective, there is nothing problematic about floating a drone over a city,” Foust told CBSDC. “In terms of getting armed drones, I would be very nervous about that happening right now.”
McDaniel says that his community should not be worried about the department using a drone.
“We’ve never gone into surveillance for sake of surveillance unless there is criminal activity afoot,” McDaniel told The Daily. “Just to see what you’re doing in your backyard pool — we don’t care.”
But the concern for the ACLU is just too great that an American’s constitutional rights will be trampled with the use of drones.
“The prospect of people out in public being Tased or targeted by force by flying drones where no officers is physically present on the scene,” Crump says, “raises the prospect of unconstitutional force being used on individuals.”

Why they should never leave a cop car unattended

Bacon. Mmmmm, bacon.....

- Dennis

I wonder what aftershave he uses

Monday, May 21, 2012

Probably a spy that didn't want to go to work that day

(Reuters) - A bomb threat forced the evacuation of a National Security Agency facility under construction in Utah on Monday but investigators found nothing suspicious, an FBI spokeswoman said.
The site for the spy agency is being built at Camp Williams, a military base just south of Salt Lake City. The Army Corps of Engineers is overseeing the project.
FBI spokeswoman Deborah Bertram declined to say how the threat was received but said it led to an evacuation at the site.
FBI agents spent several hours at the site after the threat was received. "We found nothing suspicious," Bertram said.
U.S. officials have released few details on the purpose of the National Security Agency center.
The agency is in charge of collecting and analyzing foreign communications and protecting U.S. government communications and information systems.

It's still Milfy Monday, guys.

Parents of the Year

In the silent footage from the laundromat's security camera, the dad scoops up the diaper-clad toddler, shoves him head first into the front-loading washer, and shuts the door. He and the mom seem amused at first, but panic quickly sets in when they realize that they can't get the washer door open. It's locked automatically, and the tot is trapped inside as the washer starts to run.

Did San Francisco move to me or what?

Are there not any normal people in this fucking world anymore?
I went to town this morning for a dental appointment and on the way back I stopped at my favorite gas station to fill up my tank. I usually hit that sucker at 4:45 AM but what the hell, I'm here now. The pump pay isn't working so I go stand in line to pay at the booth and in front of me stands a midget with a pink dachshund, a drunk that's so fucked up he's staggering in place and a black hooker with a crooked eyeball and no front teeth that's singing to herself. I'm the only one there for gas. The midget wants water for his dog, the drunk needs smokes and the hooker is working the line for business.
The drunk blows bacon into and all over the trash can, the pussy pink dog starts licking it up, the midget smiles and remarks something about not having to feed him tonight and the hooker grabbed my ass, all within about 5 seconds. I push the dog aside, kick the midget accidentally on purpose and slap the whore's hand away from my ass and check my wallet.
Fuck the circus, I'll go somewhere else for gas. This shit's getting too weird, even for me.

Party time in Compton

Now if we could just get them to smile.....

Rejected again

Is it Milfy Monday already???

Weasel Zippers nails it again

Pics of the Day: First Grifter Mugs First Lady of France, Valerie Trierweiler, Almost Consumes Her Whole

Why, thank you!!!!!

Masturbation Month......??? 

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Teacher to student: Talk shit about Obama and go to jail

Last Monday, a high school student in North Carolina engaged his social studies teacher in a heated debate about politics and the two leading presidential candidates. During the exchange, the teacher (an obvious Obama supporter) got very angry with the student and accused him of disrespecting the president. She even went so far as to tell the boy that he could be jailed for speaking ill of Obama.
Sarah Campbell of the Salisbury Post first reported on the story. She claims that the school district is not releasing the name of the teacher and that she is not responding to requests for public comment (although the two students identified her to the newspaper). According to Campbell’s story, the teacher will not be suspended or even face disciplinary action for what was heard on the recording. A statement from the school was released at the end of the week:
“The Rowan-Salisbury School System expects all students and employees to be respectful in the school environment and for all teachers to maintain their professionalism in the classroom. This incident should serve as an education for all teachers to stop and reflect on their interaction with students. Due to personnel and student confidentiality, we cannot discuss the matter publicly.”
 Go HERE for more and video

A reader mentioned my tattoos.....

Tattoos, yeah, I got a few - fourteen, I think. Maybe more, I haven't counted them up lately. But I’ve been under the gun something like 22 or 23 times so I’ve had a bunch covered up, all of my original ones, as a matter of fact.

I got my first 3 in the army and don’t remember getting any of them done - I’d just wake up in the morning and there it was. It was magic, man. I probably would’ve appreciated it more if I hadn’t been so fucking hung over.
The first one was a KL over a cross on my right forearm, then there was the spider on my left because I built microwave towers. On my right bicep was the letters FTA (Fuck The Army) in big block letters. That one got a lot of attention, especially when we were doing PT in the morning. That motherfucker cost me lots of extra pushups not to mention the extra duty it earned me.
The spider was a fucked up deal right from the start. The “artist” must’ve been as fucked up as I was that night because it looked look like shit, but then about a week later I got in a bar fight and some motherfucker laid a blade across it and split it in an obvious attempt to fuck it up even further. It was almost like he aimed for it, you know? I’ll admit it was ugly, but damn man, that was uncalled for…….

After I got out of the army I started running with a crowd of ne’er-do-wells (no shit, a little old blue haired lady once called me that) and troublemakers, mostly comprised of ex and future convicts. We were into all kinds of shit, not as a group but individuals that hung out and partied together, but it ranged from selling weed and crank to extortion, robbery, debt collections, all kinds of neat shit. And before you get all outraged at the shit that we were into I’ll tell you this: We only fucked with people in our own world. If you were a citizen, you didn’t have shit to worry about.

I got sidetracked here.

Okay. All those fuckers had tattoos like mine - jailhouse tattoos, all blue ink and no colors. Colors were for girls. Men wore blue. Anyways, over the 8 or 10 years I was into the life, I ran across a bunch of guys that had just got out of the joint and would tattoo you for damned near nothing. I started getting that fucking spider covered with a dragon. I wanted something small but Chris was sweet on my sister so he kinda sorta went overboard. The fucking tattoo covers my entire forearm except the back, there’s some empty skin there. The tattoo took 12 hours over 3 days and cost me 20 bucks, an ounce of weed and a quart of Jack Daniels (PBUH) whiskey and was truly a work of art. All done single needle and extremely detailed. Not only that but he guaranteed it for life for any touch ups or repairs. It’s unfortunate that I’ve never been able to take him up on his offer seeing as he’s into 29 years of a 20 to life sentence for killing the Flores brothers for burglarizing his house.

Right in that same time frame I had some other shit done like an angel on my upper left arm and a Colt Firearms Rampant Colt tattooed on my inside right forearm. I can’t remember what else right off the top of my head.

Then I got out of the life and settled down and quit getting tattooed. I didn’t hang around with the old crowd anymore because there wasn’t anybody left to hang around. - motherfuckers were all either dead or locked up or running rehab halfway houses. Maybe one or two living under the 7th Street bridge, I don’t know.

After I married, my (ex) old lady was into getting tattooed so I got back into it again but this time in shops and paying shop prices which at the time was about 50 bucks an hour for custom work. I had a bunch of shit done then at a shop run by Good Time Charlie Cartwright (pretty well known in the tattooing world) a couple blocks from the house. We got discounts because my ex would run them down lemonade and fresh baked brownies and maybe even the occasional blow job.

I got a trio of roses to cover the demon that covered the FTA, I had my ex’s name done in fancy script, then the rose that covers my ex’s name, a POW/MIA bracelet, mirror image swallows on each pectoral muscle, text across my throat and side of my neck, my right forearm done up in Indian shit like a coyote howling at the moon which covered the Indian chief that covered the Colt, then a trio of feathers covering the KL and the cross and a thunderbird on the backside of the forearm, fuck, what else….. Oh yeah, a few years ago when everybody was getting those silly fucking tribal tattoos around the biceps? I got one too but mine ain’t tribal shit - I have a ring of skulls.

It seems like on all those tattoo shows everybody has a fucking special reason for that particular tattoo but I’ve gotten more than a few because “it would look fucking killer right there”.

I also try to consider placement. I don’t have a single fucking tattoo that can be seen with long sleeves and a collar. Nothing above the lower neck and nothing below the wrists. Gotta be clean looking for those job interviews and court dates, you know.
I never get a tattoo without thinking about it for 6 months. If after 6 months I still want it, I’ll do it. This accomplishes 2 things. It gives me a chance to think about it and it gives me time to save up the money for it. I never worry about the fucking designs - I let the artist handle that shit. When I did my feathers and coyote I actually went in for something else but me and Jay ended up getting really stoned before he got started and well, you know….. Say what you want about them skateboarders but they have some killer bud, man.

So no, I never bought into that shit about special meanings. Granted, all my tattoos represent different stages of my life, or different lives I should say, but out of all of them there are only three that mean anything at all to me.

The POW/MIA bracelet for an incredibly brave man that gave everything for his government only to be abandoned by it at the end of the war. SFC Jerry M. Shriver, USSF. Google him. I used to wear his bracelet in his memory but I went through so many of the motherfuckers I just gave up and tattooed it on.
The script on the side of my neck reads Psalm 91:5 which is “Thou shall not fear the terror by night nor the arrow that flies by day”. In other words, walk in fear of no motherfucker. God’s got my back, man. Of course, if I get my dumb ass killed because I didn’t listen to him and stepped over the line, well then that’s a lick on me. I should’ve listened to God when he was whispering “Naw, don’t be getting fucking stupid now, stud…..” But that tattoo is a constant reminder of His protection - as long as I don’t get fucking stupid.
The script just under my throat, right below where somebody’s going to have to give me a tracheotomy when I get shot, are the words Opera Non Verba which is latin for Deeds Not Words. In other words, put up or shut the fuck up. Show me the cash, motherfucker. Stand and Deliver. Talk’s cheap. You get the idea.
Those are the tattoos that mean something and all three of them are in a place where I can see and reflect on them at least a couple times a day.

I am getting the urge for a new tattoo and I’m thinking about the Minuteman, something along those lines to represent the Cause that I’ll die for. Something unmistakable, something that will brand me a Patriot by everybody that sees it.

And a cute story to end this post:

About 20 years ago my little sister/niece was about 4 years old and snuggled up with me reading Guns & Ammo and asked me “Uncle Ken, why do you have all those tattoos messing up your arms?”
I looked into that little girls’ innocent eyes, the eyes of a tender babe that was so loved and surrounded by family that would die for her. The eyes of a girl that looked up to me and loved me for being me.
“Because Babygirl, the more I look like I’m ready to kick the living shit out of somebody, the less often I actually have to do it.”
“Oh. Okay.” She went back to identifying which was a revolver and which was an automatic for me while Pops was in his chair laughing and Mom was having a fucking cow in the kitchen.

Be right back. Headed to the carwash.

Who doesn't love a machine gun?


I follow your blog all the time and I love it. I thought you may enjoy this picture. Use it if you want. My contribution to your blog.

I attended a machine gun shoot in Lancaster County, Pa today and I couldn't resist snapping this picture. It is an Amish man firing a fully automatic weapon.

Even the Amish can't resist the lure of weaponry.

Stay Wild...


Gotta be oriental - no ass at all