9.23.2004

revolving presidency


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9.22.2004

Oh my...

Students at a Catholic school complained about new Haribo sweet wrappers which they claim portray fruit having sex.





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9.21.2004

awkward...

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Tim Thibodeaux is perched precariously atop' Big Tex' as he prepares the 52-foot-tall talking cowboy figure for the opening of the State Fair of Texas in Dallas, Monday, Sept. 20, 2004. Big Tex made his debut in 1952 and began greeting fairgoers in 1953. The 2004 State Fair of Texas runs from Friday, Sept. 24 through Sunday, Oct. 17. (AP Photo/Donna McWilliam)

9.19.2004

unbelievable

I shot the Air Marshal qualification course today. This is actually supposed to be the old "Sky Marshal" course, which is harder. After Sept 11, they had to make the course easier because there weren't enough people who could pass it to become Air Marshals.

There were about 15 or so shooters and it was quite fun. But with little practice, we all did pretty poorly. At least I thought. I knew without a doubt that I wouldn't "qualify." (We were shooting for fun, I don't wanna be a fed).

This is a very fast and unforgiving course. The seperate drills are short, just a couple of shots each one, but you have a very limited time in which to do them and they're not designed to be easy. If you go over on the alloted time during a single stage you fail. However you do have a certain allowance for accuracy because you only have to score 135 out of 150. With no forgiveness for time, I shot fast, hardly even aiming any shots, and hoped they'd land somewhere near where they were supposed to be.

I got the results via email just now. Let me quote part of what it said:
For this month's match, there is good news and bad news.

First the good news: no one was shot, injured or sustained property loss. That is the end of the good news.

Now the bad news: we (except perhaps MY NAME) aren't ready to quit our present jobs in anticipation of running off to join the Air Marshals.
I quoted that exactly as it appeared except for changing my name for anonymity. This is all a bit of humor. What he is saying, more or less, is that it was a hard course and we all sucked, but he mentioned, by name (sorry you aren't going to get to know my name), that I had done well? I apparently sucked less? No way.

It turns out that I shot every drill in the time alloted. I thought my accuracy was terrible but it must not have been as bad as I had assumed because accuracy-wise I came in second with 124. One of the range officers got a 130 but he was over on time in a couple of drills, so technically, I guess I won, though I still wouldn't qualify as an Air Marshal with a 124. (I don't understand how this course was scored because a center-mass shot=5, anything else=2 and maximum possible score is 150, but my score wouldn't add up to 150 by adding 3s. I dunno)

At any rate, I was quite surprised! I think what helped was that some of the best shooters got fumble fingers trying to reload and if you even screw up a little on such a fast stage, you've completely failed. I was lucky, that's all I can say, but I'm still chuffed that I was mentioned like that in the results that were sent to all the shooters! I'm like famous or something.

Here is the course description:
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Drunk

You have simply gotta go over to Tofu Hut and get Drunk. Not literally drunk, I mean Drunk is the song posted Thursday by Tweet.

Got a five in my pocket
Wanna buy me some gin
A drop of gas in my tank let me think it over again, mmm
Cause I'd rather be drunk and drive away from here
Than to be sober, so sober yea
No friends comin thru
I think I've lost them all
No man to take there place
So I decided to make this call, whoa ho
That I'd rather be drunk on a cloud away from here
I don't wanna be sober, no not sober yea

Broke and alone nowhere to go
And loneliness is hurting me so
Broke and alone, nowhere to go
And loneliness and hurting so

One stog left to light
I think I'll smoke just a half
By the time I finish this drink
I'll roll the last of the grass, yea hey
Cause I'd rather feel pumped
Than to drown in my tears
That'll help me peel over, sleep the night over yea hey
Yeah, yeah, yea yea

[windy voice]
Oh I could've swore oh
Sober, sober, sober
And lonliness is killing me slow
Broke and alone, whoo boy, what ever

Did I drink too much
Cause the road is all lop-sided
I only drove a small way
I thought I swore not to take this ride, yea hey
Now my air's being pumped
And I'm drenched in my tears Oh
I don't wanna peel over
Just wanna be sober yea, oooh

Why I had to go
Killing me slow, slow
I wish I could have listened to my conscience
And not drunk a drip
I wouldn't be here in so many pieces
I shouldn't have drank a sip

Yes I'm still alive

I've been real busy lately and when I had time for blogging I didn't feel like it. When I started this blog I envisioned it being a lot more substansive, with original commentary on politics and matters surrounding the war on terror, plus some other things, but it's all become too damn depressing to even think about.

In politics we have Bush, the low IQ buffon in charge of a low IQ country, and Kerry, the blue blooded professional politician who acts too much like a fucking politician to ever be worth a damn. There is no choice in November and no use harboring much interest in the matter, thus hardly any use in doing anything except joining the masses and satiating yourself with cheap entertainment and the luxuries of fools.

In the war on terror we have the same old shit. A horrible occupation of a foreign country which never did us any harm. If Sept 11th never happened and we had some sort of coherent plan, I might have supported the war. But now, while we're supposed to be fighting the war on terror, we're tied down with a totally unrelated a war against people who want us, the occupying army in a foreign land, out of their country. A true red-blooded American should have a romantic attachment to those fighting for their homes, but now all you hear is that we should turn the whole place into glass. Not that I support the Iraqis who are killing our boys, but Christ on a fucking stick, what the hell are we doing? We're fucking strafing the streets over there. The videos are available for download in near real time for the "patriots" to revel in the power of high explosives against the flesh of unarmed civilians. How has it come to this? How have we let these asshats in power do this to the sons of America?

You just want to forget about it but you can't. You open the newspaper with a morbid curiousity about what demented bastardly deed we have committed now. And then you have to listen to people who say we're over there "defending freedom", "protecting America" or what have you, and you feel angry for how the word "freedom" has been whored out to mean "killing people in another country who have not the motives nor the means to do anything to our freedom whilst politicians make assault after assault on it without relent." What an insult these people are to the very name of freedom.

It's not the war that's so bad, it's the damn logic. It's the stupid WWF watching sons of bitches who whoop and holler for every Iraqi who has their body rent asunder, who can hardly disguise their vile rascism for people who are on average probably much better folk than we, and who think murder by the state is the epitome of freedom. It wouldn't bother me if they said "Hell yeah I hate them fuckers and like to see them die." I'd think they're sick and stupid but at least they'd be honest. Instead they tell us that bombing a crowded city street in a foreign land represents freedom and is what makes America great. You sick fucks, don't drag the name of America through the bile and blood of your dirty war.

Freedom is freedom, pure and simple. Freedom is not having foreigners bomb your children. Freedom should in no way be associated with killing, for by killing a man you take away all the freedom he will ever possibly have. You take away a father, a son, a brother, a lover of someone, and freedom is an antonym for taking things away.

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