December 4, 2009
It’s been over a year since I posted anything. Not that it matters since nobody reads this anymore, but that’s OK. The links on the right are still some of my favorite haunts, and I’m still around whether I post a comment on one of those sites, or make some arbitrary post here… But I don’t know if I’ve just grown out of the “blog” craze and moved on to the “Facebook” craze (for a while anyway), or just tired of the getting into my blog mindset of posting odd links and stories. The blog was always for me to spout off childish rantings, and nothing else. By that, I mean I wasn’t looking to be Little Green Footballs, but I could goof off anonymously. But now it just makes no sense to continue any of this. I’ve been off for over a year, and had no desire to post anything. So more than likely this will be it. The last post. The final rant. The blog will stay of course. It’s too full of nutty goodness to delete, but I just don’t see any reason to put effort into a site I really don’t care about. So…..
It was a good 3+ year run. Lingo, Peekah, PJ, Kami, Sam… You are all good people, and I’ve been damn lucky to know a little bit about all of you. This post goes out to you.
I posted this two years ago, but it never hurts to relive the old things.
A Christmas card for you:
And a poem that sums up the true meaning of Christmas:
Snowflakes softly falling
Upon your window they play
Your blankets snug around you,
Into sleep you drift away
I bend to gently kiss you,
when I see that on the floor
there’s a letter, neatly written
I wonder who it’s for.
I quietly unfold it
making sure you’re still asleep,
It’s a Christmas list for Santa
one my heart will always keep.
It started just as always
with the toys seen on TV,
a new watch for your father
and a winter coat for me.
But as my eyes read on
I could see that deep inside
there were many things you wished for
that your loving heart would hide.
You asked if your friend Molly
could have another Dad;
It seems her father hits her
and it makes you very sad.
Then you asked Santa
if the neighbors down the street
Could find a job, that he might have
some food, and clothes, and heat.
You saw a family on the news
whose house had blown away,
“Dear Santa, send them just one thing,
a place where they can stay.”
“And Santa, those four cookies that
I left you for a treat,
Could you take them to the children
who have nothing else to eat.”
“Do you know that little bear I have
the one I love so dear?
I’m leaving it for you to take
to Africa this year.”
“And as you fly your reindeer
on this night of Jesus’ birth,
Could your magic bring to everyone
good will and peace on earth.”
“There’s one last thing before you go,
so grateful I would be,
If you’d smile at Baby Jesus
in the manger by our tree.”
I pulled the letter close to me’
I felt it melt my heart.
Those tiny hand had written
what no other could impart.
“And a little child shall lead them,”
was whispered in my ear
As I watched you sleep on Christmas Eve
while Santa Claus was here.
May the spirit of Christmas follow you throughout your life and may your troubles be few.
Merry Christmas, y’all!
November 5, 2008
Just taking a line from the morons during the last election and their sophomoric attempt at apologising to the world for having Bush as a president. I would like to formally apologise right now, the day after the election, that the United States is filled with enough people to vote for a man with no experience in governance, no experience in leadership (unless you count getting people to organize a block party in Chicago) and no experience in crisis. But…..
Some of the things you will never hear me say that were said by the nutty left about Bush follows:
1. I’m leaving the country because Nobama was elected. (Odd, after all the celebuturds announced that bit of trash talk I don’t remember a single one leaving the country. (Wish they had)
2. I need therapy because of my fear of Nobama.
3. Calling the president a chimp.
4. Referring to him as Hitler, although I think he has a Karl Marx outlook. And since I’m on this subject, can anyone tell me what freedoms you lost under Bush?… Anyone? Didn’t think so.
5. Calling the president stupid. (AKA mental ability)
6. Refer to the White House as the “Black House” since it’s an obvious racial slur that I’m sure some left-wingers would be happy to throw around if the man was a black conservative.
7. Calling anyone on his staff the anti-Christ, Aunt Jemima, or Uncle Tom.
8. Most inportantly, I will never say that Nobama is not my president. I did not vote for the man, and do not trust him, but he has my respect as our leader-elect.
So, I hope everyone enjoys their new tax increases, dealings with terrorist state leaders, economy crushing regulation of industry, and socialist programs to be implemented under Nobama’s tenure. Say a prayer people. Say a prayer.
December 18, 2007
October 2, 2007
Former Brazos County juvenile probation officer Sarah Celeste Farmer, 29, admitted to having a sexual relationship with a teen. According to court documents, Farmer had sex with the teen at his parent’s house earlier this year.
Prior to working with Brazos County, Farmer spent a year working as a recreational assistant at College Station’s EXIT Teen Center, described on its Web site as “a safe place that offers supervised recreation and after-school education” for youths.
Author note: I should have started my delinquency at a younger age so I could have received some of that “supervised recreation.”
September 16, 2007
The Internet is filled with crap. I’m just here to shovel some of it to you.
1. Please have a heart and donate your slightly used 1968 pennies to this fine gentleman. Great scam if you can get it, I guess.
2. Is it art or crap? Since the “Dogs playing poker” is absent, I’m saying it’s all crap.
3. Banana faces?
4. Bee dogs. Why would you humiliate your pet in this way?
5. Someone is paying a hosting company for the site below:
6. At least he’s not flinging feces.
7. Make your voice heard in the age-old debate of which came first
8. Coat hangers in your nose and lots of fun facts you really shouldn’t care about.
9. Nah… This isn’t racist at all.
10. I do this every day at work so I don’t need help in the form of a game. Working at home does has its perks.
11. Contrary to popular belief, if you dug a hole and kept digging you probably would not end up in China.
12. The saying goes something like “Every time a door closes, God opens a window”… or a checking account… or something. On this site, God has nothing to do with it.
13. I know someone that has physics playing cards. They would like this.
14. Because I am a child of the 70s, I offer a look at my life growing up. Nothing can beat the feel of two inch thick green shag carpet between your toes.
15. A final one for Steph.
September 11, 2007