"People sleep peaceably in their beds at night because rough men stand ready in the night to visit violence on those who would do us harm" - George Orwell

Thursday, December 27, 2012


 General Schwarzkopf

Schwarzkopf, sometimes called "Stormin' Norman" because of his temper, actually led Republican administrations to two military victories: a small one in Grenada in the 1980s and a big one as de facto commander of allied forces in the Gulf War in 1991.
"'Stormin' Norman' led the coalition forces to victory, ejecting the Iraqi Army from Kuwait and restoring the rightful government," read a statement by former Secretary of State Colin Powell, who was chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff during the Gulf War. "His leadership not only inspired his troops, but also inspired the nation."  Link

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Merry and safe Christmas to all. Prayers for our troops to come home.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

A little early Christmas...

For Irish, me, golden labs and retrievers, and especially Gods special children.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Duke over at Down Range Report says what I think is on a lot of minds these days RTWT here.

I didn't realize how sad and angry I was.

Borepatch pretty much brought the whole thing together here. Please follow the links, especially the first one.

Friday, December 14, 2012

GrampaSanta's workshop is open.

Many projects, but this is the big one.
Yes those are individual wood flooring strips.

The Ents!

I'm a freak when it comes to recycled/recovered wood. My jaw dropped when I saw this.  The Kauri is the most ancient tree on the earth. What they are reclaiming are being dug out of peat bogs. These trees are immense and gorgeous. And there is no telling how long they have been in the bogs. Maybe since time of Gandolf, Bilbo, Gollum, and Middle Earth.

Click to embiggen.

Your conference table will be ready shortly. (Buried for 50,000 years)


Motoring down I-10 west and I see the lights ! Red , blue , you know. Pull over and shut it off , hands on the wheel.
Officer-Do you know how fast you were going ?
Me-Yes , 80 in a 65.....!
Officer-May I see your license.......?
Me-Don't got one , suspended.....!
Officer-Call for back up bla bla bla,,! May I see your registration and insurance papers ...?
Me-It's not my car ....!
Officer-Well who's car is it ?
Me-Some lady I jacked it from but I do remember seeing some papers in the glove box when I stuck my pistol in it ...!
Officer-You have a pistol in the glove box...?
Me-Yes , the one I used to jack the car from that lady in the trunk...!
Officer-You have a lady in the trunk........? !

Back-up shows up and it's his Captain which they proceed to throw me on the ground and cuff me....! They have a little secret conversation , search me and find my wallet...!

Officer-looks through the wallet and says , his license is good!
Captain-There's no gun in the glove box and here are the papers , registration and insurance.....!
Captain-opens the trunk and "Hey , there ain't no lady in this trunk........?
Me- Yeah ,the lying Son-of-a-bitch probably said I was speeding or something too...........!
My prayers, sorrow, and tears go out to the families of Sandy Hook Elementary.

My paranoia and my anger at the MSM can come later. Now is not the time.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

A must read.

Nothing surprising here unless you live under a rock. But a good article none the less. Get a cup of coffee and spend a few minutes here.

HT to GreyLocke for this one.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Good Grief!

Two days ago it was 80+ degrees and we had the ac running. This morning it is 29.

Monday, December 10, 2012

There is still justice in the world.

*Warning* Do not have anything in your mouth when you read this.

PETA Crashes Biker Gathering

 What a wonderful coming together of two diverse groups! We need more gatherings where the idiot activists are given warm, moist, aromatic welcomes like this one. This is why PETA usually protests women wearing fur rather than bikers wearing leather. Sounds to me like the old saying, “you mess with the bull, and you get the horns”. Gee, I guess these characters thought that Bikers where going to be politically correct like the rest of the wimpy world.



Thursday, December 6, 2012

Gotta laugh a little

A suspected burglar called 911 after the owner of the home he broke into caught and held him at gunpoint.

The suspect, Christopher Moore, placed the emergency call in Springtown, Texas, during the botched burglary attempt early Tuesday after James Gerow, the homeowner, and Gerow's son pointed guns at him as he sat in his pickup truck parked in the driveway.

"I'm out in the country somewhere," Moore told the 911 operator during the 10-minute call. "Some guy's got a gun on me."

Gerow's wife, Lindy, placed a concurrent call to 911 that confirmed Moore's account.

"You better come quick," she said, "or my husband's going to shoot him."

"If he gets out of the truck, shoot him in the legs," James Gerow told his son, according to the Dallas Morning News Crime Blog. "You ain't gotta kill him—just shoot him in the legs."

When police arrived, both Moore and Lindy Gerow were still talking to 911 dispatchers.

According to CBS' Dallas-Fort Worth affiliate, Moore was arrested and charged with burglary. He's currently being held on a $35,000 bond.

Watch it here.

To the two bit mo**erfu**king little thief...

that stole the 'support our troops' ribbon off my tailgate this morning.

Stop reading if you have sensitive eyes or imagination.

You piece of shit are a cocksucking little bastard. If you wanted one I would have spent the 3 bucks and got it for you. I have one of two prayers for you:

1. If you wanted it. I hope you put it on your vehicle and display it with pride for your brothers and sisters that are standing tall so you can run the roads in your little rice burner. (Just an educated guess here.)

2. If you took it because you despise your brothers and sisters, then this is what I wish. I wish that some Taliban motherfucker finds you and surgically slices the top of your head off so as to pound camel shit into your cerebral cortex while pounding his dick into your goat like asshole.

Ok, I'm off my soap box.

Cleaning emails up.

Me too.
Just way too much happy here for me.
There are tears in my eyes.
How we say Merry Christmas in Texas, now.
I concur.
Always think before you speak.
I know it's photo 'chopped' but, still, it's true!
Ok, I think I'm caught up, now.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012


That last one just sucked the life outta me. I know we have those hundred years. My God, lets use them.

Cranky Old Man

What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!

And that brings me full circle to Five for Fighting. One of the best songs ever written. Talk to your children about this. It is a life lesson. 


I'm 15 for a moment
Caught in between 10 and 20
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are

I'm 22 for a moment

She feels better than ever
And we're on fire
Making our way back from Mars

15 there's still time for you

Time to buy and time to lose
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live

I'm 33 for a moment

Still the man, but you see I'm a they
A kid on the way
A family on my mind

I'm 45 for a moment

The sea is high
And I'm heading into a crisis
Chasing the years of my life

15 there's still time for you

Time to buy, Time to lose yourself
Within a morning star

15 I'm all right with you

15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live

Half time goes by

Suddenly you're wise
Another blink of an eye
67 is gone
The sun is getting high
We're moving on...

I'm 99 for a moment

Dying for just another moment
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are

15 there's still time for you

22 I feel her too
33 you're on your way
Every day's a new day...

15 there's still time for you

Time to buy and time to choose
Hey 15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live


We love our Texans.

But we love our Cowboys more. And we ain't talking about football, here. Whoopie kiy yai, mofo!

Hey, Hey, What can I do.

Uhm, never darken Auto Zones doors, ever, again.


O'Reilley's and Pep Boy's are close by.

Finally for my bride.

Southern rock is still alive and resting well in Atlanta, GA. Hear me Borepatch? :)

Blackberry Smoke.
She look good when she wake up in the morning
Even better than she did last night
And when she smiled at me and kissed my cheek
I'm thinking Lord I must be living a lie
I ain't about to say I ain't lucky
But some might say I'm a fool, yeah
But chances are I'm doing fine so far
'Cause her mama even said I'm cute

She gets me higher than a Georgia pine
Wild as a muscadine vine
Hotter than the deep south summertime
Yeah everybody knows she's mine
That's right

Well there might be a couple kinda like her
But rest assured brother this one mine
I'd be right tearing up
She got my name tattooed where the sun don't shine
Saw you looking when she walking with me
I don't blame you she's a hell of a girl, now
I know how you feel, it ain't no big deal,
I'm the luckiest man in the world

She gets me higher than a Georgia pine
Wild as a muscadine vine
Hotter than the deep south summertime
Yes everybody knows she's mine
That's right

Get it!
Yeah oh oh

Right now!

She gets me higher than a Georgia pine
Wild as a muscadine vine
Hotter than the deep south summertime
Yeah everybody knows she's mine

She gets me higher than a Georgia pine
Wild as a muscadine vine
Hotter than the deep south summertime
Said everybody
You know everybody
Seems like everybody
Everybody knows she's mine

Not the way I like my Wild Turkey and Coke.

Proof of truth.

Some day...

When I'm ready to pull the trigger.

For Brigid and Barkley

For my daughter.

Because I think she is flat out awesome.
Love you, Sweety!

An open letter to Bob Costas and Jason Whitlock

This has been linked on a few sites. Pass it on it's worth it.

Gentlemen: I see that you have chosen to use the horrific crime of the murder of Kasandra Perkins to express your belief that guns are the problem, not the men who wield them. I am utterly certain that you believe that you have the moral high ground on this matter. I am equally certain that such a belief is appallingly wrong, not to mention terribly misogynistic. Why do I say this? Because had your desires on gun control been in place, I would not be alive to be writing this now.

I have an Ex. I have an Ex who, in the process of becoming my Ex, made credible threats to kill me. Why did I believe these threats were credible? Because among the primary reasons why I left him were that he had anger control issues, that he was a problem drinker well on his way to full blown alcoholism and that the things he was throwing at me were getting ever closer to my head. I decided to leave before finally snapped and actually hit me. He was displeased by this and made such displeasure known.


My big hat tip to Pissed