We’re Back

Back on the WP.  Fook yeah!

Have a great weekend y’all

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  1. Yep, and we’re bad!
    Have a good’un, nuke.
    I’ll have my eyes locked on the tube watching college football, and listening to my high school team in a playoff game, on the innernut.

  2. Good Morning! :grin:

  3. Morning!
    How about a little story.

    LETTER FROM A TEXAS FARM KID
    (NOW AT San Diego MARINE CORPS RECRUIT TRAINING)

    Dear Ma and Pa,

    I am well. Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before all of the places are filled.

    I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m. But I am getting so I like to sleep late. Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot, and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay. Practically nothing.

    Men got to shave but it is not so bad, there’s warm water. Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc., but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie and other regular food, but tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit by the two city boys that live on coffee. Their food, plus yours, holds you until noon when you get fed again. It’s no wonder these city boys can’t walk much.

    We go on “route marches,” which the platoon sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, it’s not my place to tell him different. A “route march” is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys get sore feet and we all ride back in trucks.

    The sergeant is like a school teacher. He nags a lot. The Captain is like the school board. Majors and colonels just ride around and frown. They don’t bother you none.

    This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for shooting. I don’t know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk head and don’t move, and it ain’t shooting at you like the Higgett boys at home. All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You don’t even load your own cartridges They come in boxes.

    Then we have what they call hand-to-hand combat training. You get to wrestle with them city boys. I have to be real careful though, they break real easy. It ain’t like fighting with that ole bull at home. I’m about the best they got in this except for that Tug Jordan from over in Silver Lake . I only beat him once. He joined up the same time as me, but I’m only 5’6″ and 130 pounds and he’s 6’8″ and near 300 pounds dry.

    Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join before other fellers get onto this setup and come stampeding in.

    Your loving daughter,
    Alice

  4. Petraeus Helping Pick New Generals.
    Quick, someone tell the Defeatocrats, Code Stink, the NYSlimes, and the rest of the losers…so their heads will explode, and trouble us no more.

  5. Your loving daughter,
    Alice

    :shock: Now THAT”S Funny!!

  6. Do you like 3 doors down? You will now.

    Video : 3 Doors Down – “Citizen Soldier”

  7. I’ve always liked 3DD!
    They are Mississippi boys, don’tcha know.

  8. Couple of interesting links, then I need to disappear from the screen for a little.
    Emigration soars as Britons desert the UK.
    Calling Senator Cruise
    Robert Redford descends from the mountain to make us think.

    /more like make us scratch our heads

  9. I remember that video from 3DD, cool.

    Redford is a legend. In his own mind. What piece of work.

  10. Here are a couple of interesting charts on global temps.

    Global Temperatures – 2500 B.C. to 2007 A.D.

  11. Here are some comments by Rush about the California wildfires a few weeks ago. I wanted to say a lot of what he says here but didn’t have the time while it was happening.

    Disgusting Democrats, Drive-Bys Politicize the California Wildfires

  12. Those are some excellent graphs, Robert D.

    I an recovering from the visit of 6-month-old and 3-year-old grandsons since Thursday. The house is so quiet without the sound of “Meeeeeeeeemaw! You in bathroom? You goin’ peepee? I’ll go peepee with you! Meemaw, you locked the door! Unlock that door right now! Meemaw, big boys stand up to go peepee. You watch. I’ll show you. Now YOU do it!” along with the waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaail of the baby as it finally dawns on him that he has been momentarily left to SwampMan’s unsupervised tender care, and SwampMan’s version of baby talk goes something along the lines of “and when you grow up, a good tablesaw is essential for every home workshop, and I better not catch you with any sissy tools like what your daddy might own. Can you say “sissy”? Uh huh, you have a mommy and sissy.” “SWAMPMAN!” Mumblemumblemumble devilwoman.

    “Meemaw, you sick? You coughin’? Your throat hurt?” “Yes, honey, meemaw is sick.” “I make you better. Here, eat marshmarrow. It soft and don’t hurt your throat and feels good in your tummy.” “There, all better now? You feelin’ better? Now, eat cookie.”

  13. Here meemaw, drink this melted gallon can of lard!
    Here meemaw, here’s a super jumbo nanner split, covered with candy sprinkles, and sugar cubes.
    Here meemaw, have a baked ham, and two pounds of fried bologna, covered with hollandaise.
    /henh

  14. I should talk, I had three danishes with sausage for breakfast, two sloppy chili dogs for lunch, and fixin’to make some fried chops, potatoes au gratin, and green beans.

  15. n2l will be ‘splodin in about an hour.

  16. Yeah Swamps, those graphs do show a lot don’t they? Kinda inconvenient for ole algore.

  17. Henh…’bout to explode right now!
    My high school football team overcame a 27-10 halftime deficit, to win 31-27, the winning score coming with about two minutes left, and intercepted a pass with 23 seconds left to seal it.
    /whew…second round of playoffs next

  18. Now, come on Robert D, everyone knows that SUV’s and charcoal grills cause volcanoes.
    /sheesh

  19. Which reminds me, I’ve been grilling with gas too long, gotta get back to charcoal. And I need to drive the old ’79 Bronco with the cammed up 400 in it a little more.

  20. Ford made a 400?
    I don’t remember that particular power plant, unless the cam is rolling in a bored and stroked motor.
    I only use charcoal in my smoker, as I don’t cook in large enough quantities anymore, to sit and wait for the coals to turn grey, and then to burn out before I can clean it.
    You know, maybe a nice smoked ham for the holiday, with some tater salad would be good. Don’t have any turkey day plans, it’s just not the same since my dear, sweet Momma died. Three years ago, come Tuesday.

  21. Hmmmm. The melted gallon can of lard might be soothing to the throat.

  22. Might be, Swampie.
    Could be soothing to the poop-chute, too.

  23. What those graphs show mostly is how people can take a small selected portion of time and make those graphs support just about any point of view.

  24. What those graphs show me is, it’s a big ol’world and it just keeps on turning, and taking everything in stride, including us.

  25. Might be, Swampie.
    Could be soothing to the poop-chute, too.

    You, uh, might keep that in mind since I didn’t have sausages and Danish for breakfast, chili dawgs for lunch, and fried po’k chops for dinner.

  26. Back in a while, y’all.
    Need to run to the store…dangit!
    Thought I had everything I needed.

  27. Hee-Hee!
    Beats explosive diarrhea.

  28. So it was an overbored 351 Cleveland.
    Hunh.
    Never knew a danged thing about it.
    Had a ’72 Mach I with the 351C. Solid motor.
    In ’79 I wasn’t paying attention to new vehicles. I was two wheeling, and fixing up VW Karman Ghia’s.

  29. When it comes to charcoal versus gas, the older I gets, the more I belong to the Ron Popeil school of grilling. No more time-consuming waiting for the coals to die down just enough but not too much. Just light it and forget it, and I don’t have to swelter outside in the heat smashing skeeters and yella flies and dripping sweat while waiting for the meat to finish grilling without catching on far. Nope. Just sip on sweet tea while the food is cooking, not sustaining 3rd degree burns.

  30. That old beast will climb a tree, yet just purr down the highway. (at about 10 mpg)

    I like the gas grill for the same reasons Swamps, but the taste of charcoal is addicting.

  31. Strickland Propane…taste the meat…not the heat!

  32. Is that King of the Hill?

  33. Yessir, it is.

  34. Maybe there’s a 35 comment limit?

  35. No, just cooking dinner.

  36. Oh, I was talking about Swamps not being able to comment on this thread but can on the kerry thread. How’s the chops comin’ along?

  37. What?
    She can’t?
    Chops are done, au gratins are sitting and thickening…gonna eat here in a minute.

  38. I *think* I’m back, but I dunno why or for how long.

  39. That’s some weird shiite there, Swampie.
    You shift to the thread where you can, we can catch up, though I will be mostly watching OU and TT at 7, and switching back over to two other games.
    Did you hear that little UoLa at Monroe beat Bama?
    Oh man!

  40. I was back briefly, then kicked off again. I cleared the cookies to see if that will help.

  41. Dang, beto.
    Try contacting WP and see if they can help.

  42. Hope it helps.

  43. Oh crap.
    The OU QB is knocked out of the game.
    This could be the end of the BCS Championship run.

  44. maybe they can get that marine gal to come in an whup up on some folks.

  45. She better bring a belt fed with lots of belts.

  46. beto check your mail

  47. Dang!
    Down by 13 early in the second quarter, and the NCAA QB with the highest rating is out with a concussion. *sigh*
    Guess I will watch the new movie on Hallmark, Seraphim Falls.

  48. is it a western? I could use a good western tonight.

  49. Yeah, a semi-western, post Civil War.

    I just saw this.
    I think they should issue new charges, not just add on, unless they think their case is too weak.

  50. He’s a democrap, he’ll walk no matter the charges.

  51. He won’t be walking. Bet on it.

  52. another TT touchdown/

  53. I hope you’re right nuke, I’ll trust you this time. :smile:

    Is it big that TT is kicking OU’s ass? I don’t follow much college football, it must be a southern thang.

  54. Yup, it’s big. OU is #4, TT is unranked.

  55. I seem to remember some cable tv kickbacks from Africa going to the Jefferson family

  56. Robert D, What do you mean this time? :mrgreen:

  57. This Seraphim Falls movie is gritty.

  58. Ya got me bud…..

  59. Now how did that happen?
    Robert D’s comment was already there when I posted, and now it shows his two minutes behind mine.
    Maybe this new puter is smarter than me.
    /or capable of time travel

  60. Wow, aint those new ‘puters sumpthin? I want time warp on mine.

  61. I know what it is, it’s the higher power supply I upgraded with…yeah…that’s what did it.

  62. is it a full moon tonite?

  63. nite beto. see you later

  64. See ya’ beto.

  65. I don’t know about the moon, it might be a pressed ham, though.
    /or a red-eye

  66. I’m starting to nod off. Going to
    shut down for the night., watch a little tv in bed.
    Catch you later.

  67. See ya’ nuke.
    Hope that party in Monroe doesn’t get out of hand.

  68. TO ALL THE KIDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE 1930s 40’s, 50’s, 60’s and 70’s !!

    First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us.

    They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn’t get tested for diabetes.

    Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright colored Lead-based paints.

    We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took Hitchhiking.

    As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.

    Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.

    We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.

    We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.

    We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we weren’t overweight because…

    WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!
    We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

    No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.

    We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

    We did not have Playstations, Nintendo’s, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms……….WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

    We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.

    We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.

    We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.

    We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!

    Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!

    We hitched a ride to the beach without fear, and fished all day or bodysurfed in the waves until sundown.

    The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!

    This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!

    The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

    We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned.

    And I got to race quarter midgets and go carts because my dad loved me and worked overtime to support my racing. I was spoiled. Then we moved to the country……..and I wouldn’t change a thing, just wish Dad was here so I could tell him….

    And there is a country song that made me think of this. Just wish I could link it here.

  69. Henh…beto, if it feels anything like what I feel coming on, then we will both be looking forward to the “sweet release.”

  70. Very good beto. Brovo!!

  71. Bravo!! :oops:

  72. You know I’m not, beto. I just love the sweet release.

    How did we ever survive?
    With all those fears codified now, new ones will be found.

  73. Robert D, slow down!
    /stop bouncing

  74. Cooffffeeeee Gooooooddd :shock:

  75. Dang, beto, sounds like a witches brew.
    I use my tried and true Sarkozy Coffee Press, and let it steep for 4-6 minutes. After that, the bitter tanen gets going.

  76. Uhh…that would be…tannin.

  77. Yeah, beto, you cranked out that bad boy pdq. Inspiration comes easy to you.

  78. Good thing I never changed my RSS reader over….;-)

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