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Look, you only get one side of this story, but country clubs have never really been paragons of inclusiveness.

That being said, really? This guy is the guy you call?

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What follows is directed at the violent mohammedan extremists who chant "death to America!" every time they see a news crew, not to the vast (albeit silent) majority of muslims who are peace-loving and tolerant of other religions.

Happy Sunday!

Today is the first day of Ramadan, for all you violent mohammedan extremist adherents of the writings of Muhammed (Pedophile Be Ur Hero.) 

I an in an embracing diversity mood tonight, much like I was last December when I went 'round wishing everyone a White Kwanzaa.  So, fully embracing your right to follow your hearts' desire to follow your backwards thinking, backwards writing, and utterly retarded religion of tolerance and peace,  I have decided to help you celebrate your half-fast (say it three times) holiday.

Of course, this doesn't mean I'll be joining you.  As a card-carrying lifetime member of the Army of the Great Satan, I will set the firm example of everything you aren't supposed to do... namely, I am going to eat whatever I want, whenever I want.  I have two pounds of bacon sitting in the fridge, just waiting for me to fry up for breakfast.  I may even start my Sunday with some sacramental beer.  I am going to drink, eat, and smoke all damn day. 

Come to think of it, I'm going to make a point to drink, eat, and smoke every day during Ramadan.  And if I see anyone in your little ninja costumes, or anyone herding a group of ninjas, I'll be certain to smoke, eat, and not blow myself up around them.  About that--making the wimmin follow you around, you do realize that means you find the landmine first, right?  Damn that subservience is a bitch!

Look, before you start thinking I'm writing this as a "Hatin' on Haji" thing, I am.  I really do think you've made your religion into a farcical perversion.  Mohammed was a pedophile.  (Unless you consider being married to a six-year-old, and consummating that marriage when she was nine, as acceptable through any standard.)  And if you do, screw you, too.   He plagiarized as much of the old testament as he could remember between grand mal seizures (where he had his visions.)  The dude was an 8th-century L. Ron Hubbard, and his current followers are pretty much what you'd expect after 13 centuries of  these people inbreeding.  Are we clear?

But you know what's great?  Nobody is gonna try and kill me if I said the exact same thing about Christians. 

Even if I screamed it from the top of the Bigass Jesus in Brazil.  Hell, I could scream it from the top of my lungs while pumping the neighbor's rabbit on Easter in Saint Peter's Basilica, and the worst thing that would happen to me is getting nagged by the SPCA and maybe a cruelty to animals misdemeanor (it is Italy, so it's probably acceptable behavior.)  Nobody Christian is going to scream Jihad!!!!11lebenty! and decree a Fatwa.  No Christian would want to kill my family to make a point--or kill my countrymen.  I could take a dump on the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem, while wearing chitterlings as sideburns and yarmulke pasties, and the worst thing that would happen to me is the police would probably be a might touchy with the use of force when I got arrested.

Hell, I can even look at, touch, hug, and talk to women that aren't related to me without far of me or her being stoned to death.  My wife can wear bathing suits and my daughter will actually get to choose who she dates--those boys will have the fear of imminent death from me if they disrespect or hurt her, but I won't blame her if they weren't raised right.

Which brings me to a point--ya'll, the super dooper holier and more devout than thou types--you who are paragons of virtue--you *ahem* sacrifice by not eating, drinking, smoking, or generally doing any of the functions of living during the hours of daylight?  Big sacrifice there.  Almost twelve whole hours every day!  And why during the day?  Could it be that your religion is all based around the phases of the lunar cycle, Ali bin Moonbeam?  You maintain how righteous you are, but force your women to cover up because you cannot risk being tempted by visceral urges.  I live on an island.  I see women almost every day wearing less than well, anybody should in public.  To date, I have raped exactly none of them.  Come to think of it, of all the times I've been to the beach, I've never seen any man lose his control of self and react to carnal impulses on a beach--or even at a nudie bar.  Yes, I know that it does happen... but rape happens every day in Mecca, too.

So your big sacrifice during your big lunatic celebration is no chow, drinks, or smokes for roughly twelve hours.  You call that a sacrifice?  You call that discipline?  Ghandi just texted me and called you all pussies.  He said Jesus was too busy hammering nine inch nails through bin Laden's balls to text, but did say "try wandering through the desert for forty days, with no companion but the devil, then get back to me" and they were both going to hang our later with John Wayne and Yonatan Netanyahu and go cruising with Marilyn Monroe, Audrey Hepburn, Grace Kelly, and Anna Nichole Smith (Ghandi loves 'em chunky.)  Then they're going to check in on Amy Winehouse and see how the detox is going.  After that he started saying something about it being nice if you idjits could've figured out peaceful, non-violent protest, but he goes on and on about that all the time so I tuned him out.

Where was I?  Oh yeah.  Sacrifice.  Ramadan:Sacrifice :: Dennis Kucinich:Sanity

Warmest wishes this Ramadan Season,

--George Spelvin

What may be one of the finest "If you're reading this..." letters ever written.

My very dear Sarah:

The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days—perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write you again, I feel impelled to write lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more.

Our movement may be one of a few days duration and full of pleasure—and it may be one of severe conflict and death to me. Not my will, but thine O God, be done. If it is necessary that I should fall on the battlefield for my country, I am ready. I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in, the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization now leans upon the triumph of the Government, and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and suffering of the Revolution. And I am willing—perfectly willing—to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt.
But, my dear wife, when I know that with my own joys I lay down nearly all of yours, and replace them in this life with cares and sorrows—when, after having eaten for long years the bitter fruit of orphanage myself, I must offer it as their only sustenance to my dear little children—is it weak or dishonorable, while the banner of my purpose floats calmly and proudly in the breeze, that my unbounded love for you, my darling wife and children, should struggle in fierce, though useless, contest with my love of country.

Sarah, my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me to you with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly on with all these chains to the battlefield.

The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when God willing, we might still have lived and loved together and seen our sons grow up to honorable manhood around us. I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me—perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar—that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not, my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield, it will whisper your name.

Forgive my many faults, and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have often been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness, and struggle with all the misfortune of this world, to shield you and my children from harm. But I cannot. I must watch you from the spirit land and hover near you, while you buffet the storms with your precious little freight, and wait with sad patience till we meet to part no more.

But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the brightest day and in the darkest night—amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours—always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by.

Sarah, do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for me, for we shall meet again.

As for my little boys, they will grow as I have done, and never know a father's love and care. Little Willie is too young to remember me long, and my blue-eyed Edgar will keep my frolics with him among the dimmest memories of his childhood. Sarah, I have unlimited confidence in your maternal care and your development of their characters. Tell my two mothers his and hers I call God's blessing upon them. O Sarah, I wait for you there! Come to me, and lead thither my children.

Sullivan

I ask you:  is the sacrifice he made, so full of faith in, and the necessity of, our Government, warranted, or has our government wasted his sacrifce, and many, many others, for reasons of popularity and expediency, and choosing the easy wrong over the hard right?

This is a question all Americans should ask themselves when choosing a candidate--did the person I'm voting for ALWAYS make the hard and right choice, or did they compromise principles and values to get a deal done and get along? 

Because men like Major Ballou certainly made the hard and right chioce, because he trusted his govenrment to not take lightly his sacrifice.

--Chuck

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Adelles summer camp had an end of summer activity day.

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I know he was AWOL, but setting that aside, what did he do wrong?

The Killeen police received information from the owners of a local gun store about a “suspicious” male who asked about smokeless gun powder and then proceeded to buy three boxes of 12 GA ammunition, smokeless gunpowder, a magazine for a Springfield 9mm pistol. Abdo paid for the items with cash and then left in a cab.

Killeen police went to the cab company, and after questioning them learned that the same person had also gone to a surplus store and purchased (cash) a military uniform and patches for a unit at Fort Hood.

After learning this, KPD arrested the individual.

Jeebus cripes on a rubber crutch, are there problems with this.
1—The gun store, which coincidentally is the same one that sold Nidal “Hotwheels” Hassan his guns—had every right to refuse to sell Abdo anything. They are a private business, who reserves the right to refuse service to anyone for any reason. If they thought he was “suspicious,” why the hell did they sell him anything?

Other than that, is there anything this guy did that was patently illegal? He bought some ammunition, some smokeless powder, and a magazine. He bought a uniform at a surplus store with patches from a local Ft. Hood unit. Guess what? Lots of guys buy extra uniforms and patches from pawn shops/surplus stores around military bases. If they are serviceable, they are often much cheaper than buying new at the PX. Same goes for patches, which are usually only a buck or two at the surplus stores, but can run $4 or more, each, at the PX.

A few weeks ago, I purchased, all at once, 9mm ammo, .12 gauge 00 Buckshot, .12 gauge Slug, .12 gauge #6 shot, .38 special ammo, .40 ammo, and .45 ammo. (And maybe others, I don’t remember.) I also bought, at the same time, a spotting scope, targets, and asked about some other calibers I didn’t see. In all, I spent about $300 at the gun store. Nothing about that was criminal, and neither was Abdo buying some .12 Gauge rounds, smokeless powder, or a magazine for a pistol.

I wonder what charges the police originally used to arrest him? He was AWOL—but generally the police don’t arrest for that alone, they have to have a reason, some form of probable cause or some reason to believe you’re up to shenanigans before they arrest you. Abdo then did what generally stupid people do, he talked to the police. If he’d refused to say anything, he’d have been turned over to the Army, they would have sent him back to Fort Campbell, and they’d have likely just chaptered him out—presto chango, you’re a civilian with an other than honorable or dishonorable discharge.

Don’t get me wrong, Abdo is an asshat, but I am more concerned that a) the gun store sold him gunpowder and ammunition even though they felt he was acting “suspiciously”—what if his next stop was Ft. Hood, and the gunpowder the last component for whatever he was planning? And b) I can’t see anything he did that day in Killeen that was illegal, let alone reason to be arrested for doing any of it.

--Chuck

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Recently, a double-amputee was killed after being thrown from a roller coaster.

Some journalists characterized him as a thrill-seeker.
Facking Ritards.

There's a difference between trill seeking, and realizing the truth--that anything you do can get you killed.  That you are in more danger of dying in an accident while driving to the amusement park than you are from an accident at an amusement park.  

We in the military are in an inherently dangerous business, one that we try to make safer by recognizing the dangers, doing what we can to reduce the dangers, but knowing that we will still, regardless of the risk, accomplish the mission.  That doesn't make us thrillseekers.

Being ready to take life on our own terms--being able to decide that I am responsible for my actions, to take risks, to enjoy our lives as the same as anyone else--and to challenge ourselves to restore our lives and to even take on new challenges--it's what healing is all about.

I once had to re-learn to walk, to write, type, hold a glass, and simply use my hands to function like every other person, because a terrorist asshole named Luay Najim al-Samurai set off a bomb at my feet.

My boundaries will not be set by him.  No journalist will decide for me what is safe behavior, what is the reasonable or rational or prudent thing to do, because I've yet to meet any journalist who has ever risked their lives for any cause greater than self.

Today I took another step closer to recovery... because I did something I've never done, but always wanted to do.  I did it because I have a very good friend who will do dumb things with me.  I did something that is seems dangerous, and does indeed have the possibility of death, but the drive to it was far more dangerous than the activity.  I'm living my life--which is more than I can say Luay, who stretched a rope in 2005.

But I really do need to add, for those journalist that would call my activity simple thrill-seeking, and you terrorist assholes who keep trying to kill us:


Suck it.

--Chuck and Code Monkey

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I don't get Hawaii.  It is is a tropical paradise, yet individual freedom is one of the great failures in this state.  For a people with a love of laughter, song, dance, nature, and food--oh yes, the food--they are a state where many rely on the public dole, and worse, allow unreasonable restrictions on their specific enumerated rights under the US constitution.

Many here would argue that there is no Hawaiian "gun culture," that Hawaiians aren't real big on guns and so it isn't a big deal that people in this state must register all of their guns (which, to date, has stopped zero crimes,) must get a permit simply to acquire a gun--including a mandatory 14-day waiting period (even though the federal background check is instant, and even if you already own a gun.)

Gun registration.
There is no proof, anywhere, that has shown that gun registration does anything to reduce crime.  It does, however cost the citizens.  When I went to register my guns, I had to drag ALL of them into downtown Honolulu, to the police station, and let the police inspect them.  Not really sure why they have to do that, as if I had any guns I wasn't legally allowed to own, the LAST thing I would do is bring them to the police station.  Likewise, if I owned a gun that had been used in the commission of a crime, I would never bring it in to the cops.  Criminals aren't entirely stupid.  For that matter, criminals aren't going to register their guns--because they are criminals.

Waiting or "cool down."
This regulation presumes that if you are buying a gun, you might want it for illicit purposes, and imposes a cool-down period.  On its face, I can understand why that might be a good idea, until you put it to the exercise of specific enumerated rights test--should people be required to wait for a specified period of time so that they can exercise their right to speak freely, or freely assemble, or petition their government for redress of grievances?  Of course not... so why should there be a waiting period to exercise their right to keep and bear arms?

Hawaiian "gun culture" of lack thereof.  In 1810, King Kamehameha I united the Hawaiian Islands under the rule of a single monarch.  Anyone want to venture a guess one what technological wonder he used to do this?  That's right woodchuck chuckers, he used muskets.  Muskets given to him by the Ha'ole--the foreigner.
Kamehameha I is venerated as a legendary Hawaiian king for his rule over the island tribes--rule that would never have been gained without the use of guns and cannon.
Further, in 1887, a group of cabinet officials and advisers to King David Kalākaua and an armed militia forced the king to promulgate what is known as the Bayonet Constitution. The impetus given for the new constitution was the frustration of the Reform Party (also known as the Missionary Party) with growing debts, spending habits of the King, and general governance. It was specifically triggered by a failed attempt by Kalākaua to create a Polynesian Federation, and accusations of an opium bribery scandal.   The 1887 constitution stripped the monarchy of much of its authority, imposed significant income and property requirements for voting, and completely disenfranchised all Asians from voting.  When Kalākaua died in 1891 during a visit to San Francisco, his sister Liliʻuokalani assumed the throne.
And of course, the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, and subsequent fears of Japanese invasion (like they did in China, the and all across the Pacific) saw many Hawaiians armed and prepared to defend Hawaii.

But now you can't own a gun without permission.  Theoretically, you can get a license to carry a firearm but since the law says the chief of police MAY issue a CCW if a person is of legal standing to possess a firearm, not SHALL issue if there is no good reason to refuse, the number of permits to carry is so small as to be statistically irrelevant (I believe that the only ones issued, ever have been to the chief of police and his cronies--use proles don't get them.)  Apply that to any other property you own--take your car.  By itself, it's just a machine.  It does have the ability to kill; people die on Hawaiian roads often enough to prove that.  In the control of someone who wants to kill, cars can be driven into crowds of people, buildings, other cars, etc.  We are required to license ourselves and our cars, and to register them annually and have them inspected--none of which will stop them from being used in the commission of a crime.  However, we allow these dangerous devices to be used daily, by a vast majority of the adult population (even by near-adults aged 16 or older) and don't give it a second thought.  There is no special permit required to operate a car, other than a standard license--there is no restriction on its use, there is no requirement to show cause for use or ownership, you don't have to demonstrate a need to keep your car with you.
I don't think it's a lack of gun culture that makes Hawaiian gun laws so stupid.  I think it's a lack of the true understanding of freedom.  Hawaii was a monarchy until annexation in 1901.  It was another half-century until the territory became the 50th state.  And now the state is a haven for social welfare, the public dole, and people still have no issues with being "cared for" by the state.  This is evident in the simple fact that in Hawaii, you do not have the "right" to defend your property from criminals with deadly force--if an intruder breaks into your home, and you shoot and kill him, you WILL be charged with homicide.  You are under the burden of proof to show that the person you killed had the intent and means to personally injure you or your family.  So you have to demonstrate (somehow) what the intent of the criminal illegally in your home was.  The criminal may not have been armed--but that isn't to say he couldn't have found a weapon in your home--and besides, how are you to know why they are there?  The criminal may just be there to steal your shit--but how are you to know if he might also have it in mind to rape your wife as well?  I suppose you could ask him nicely, and if he says "Oh, I'm just here for the jewelry, DVD player, computer, and other valuables."  Since he is obviously an honorable criminal, you should believe him and go back to bed, secure in the knowledge that your personal safety is assured, because criminals would never lie.
It does make me wonder why bank guards have guns... after all, if I am only there to relieve them of property, and not to hurt anyone...
So, if you live here, and someone breaks into your house in the middle of the night, make sure you shoot them until they are dead--because otherwise, you'll have them saying "I was just there for the valuables, brah."  And before the cops arrive, find a nice sturdy weapon from the kitchen or garage and put it in their hands.  Make sure everyone in the house remembers you screaming over and over for them to surrender or leave, and remembers hearing them scream "No way, I'm here to rape everyone and then kill you all, even the dog."

--Chuck

Labels: Individual rights, Rope. Tree. Politicians., stupid is as stupid does

The nice thing about putting together a fundraiser is that I have the keys to the castle, as it were.  I have control over when it ends. 

Therefore, since I didn't consider mid-month pay, I will leave the links up for people to donate to VALOUR-IT for a while longer.  I'd really like us to make our $100K goal.  We are close--so very close.  As the last hours of 14 July set on America (way out in American Samoa) we had raised a total of $82,887.

Team Totals:
USN $7881
USAF $8181
USMC $24,177
USA $31,703

Overall winner? 

The wounded.  Thanks everyone for your support.

--Chuck

P.S.  Like I said, the links are all still open, so feel free to donate.
Main Campaign http://tinyurl.com/66lhyh5
Army Team: http://tinyurl.com/6zmob7h
USMC Team: http://tinyurl.com/3tqsahw
Navy Team: http://tinyurl.com/4y6orqp
USAF Team: http://tinyurl.com/6j93wbp

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