so, this guy is a coward and a liar. basically, he's on the river, a comrade's boat hits a mine, and the little prick runs away.

from swift boat vets:

"john kerry's service in vietnam lasted 4 months and 12 days...his abbreviated combat tour ended shortly after he requested a transfer out of vietnam on march 17, 1969, citing navy instruction 1300.39 permitting personnel with three purple hearts to request reassignment."

and

"he "had a lot of trouble getting kerry to follow orders," and that those who worked with kerry found him "oriented towards his personal, rather than unit goals and objectives."

the idea of this cowardly excuse for a human being as my commander in chief scares the crap out of me. you might not like dubya (and i do) but fer god's sake, folks, keep your wits about you when you watch the news and remember that this idiot made like monty python and ran away!!!

yah, i understand that she's voting republican. i hear that the democrats left a bad taste in her mouth...

so, the unit (heh, i said unit) had a picnic the other day. i didn't go, i had a previous engagement, but i'm kinda glad i didn't - things have really gone downhill in the last few years, and here's the evidence:

acceptable weapons for the water fighting may include water balloons, water pistols and other water guns. the hose may be used only for the purpose of loading balloons and guns. reservoirs of a size greater than a gallon may be used for quick fills, but the use of open containers of water (ie buckets) as weapons should be restricted to one gallon or smaller.

violation of any of the following rules is grounds for taking away water weaponry from violator for some agreed upon amount of time. perhaps 5 minutes or so.

1. never in the face. do not aim your weapon at anyone's face, or near enough for the possibility of accidental hits to the face. back of the head is an iffy target -- people tend to turn around quickly.

2. never at an unarmed soul. do not shoot at anyone but other active participants of the water fight. carrying of a loaded water gun is evidence of active participation, with the exception of parents who have disarmed a child -- unless said parent is showing clear intent to fire. pets are unable to carry weapons, thus they are always off-limits as targets. children running around carrying water guns or water balloons are much more likely to be believed as active participants; such are the inevitable inequities of age discrimination on our property. please do not shoot combatants who are clearly holding emptied weapons.

3. should the ongoing water battle disrupt the ability of non-combatants to enjoy the use of the property, the battle ground may be further restricted.

4. have fun.

the last "rule" for water fighting is to have fun. wow. and i remember the time that the base commander came after our group cc with a firetruck-mounted water cannon.

maybe the reason that i'm always in trouble is because i cannot stand the pc-minded-ness and refuse to play the game - i'm gonna call it like i see it, or keep the old yapper shut.

executing yapper shutdown maneuver...

i should not have moved those tables out back for the picnic. i'm not even planning on going, and of course i get hornswoggled into it helping set up.

now my back is on fire, and i want nothing more to go and lie down for a good long time.

not much happening - life's like a slow-turning grindstone. maddie's my ray of light, though, and i had much fun with her this morning trying to get her up. i imagine that if she got up at the same time every day, it'd be a little easier for her to get going in the mornings. that's asking too much, i'm sure.

so, off to the house i go, to try to scrounge some painkillers. ain't life grand? i'm too young to feel this old.

so today pretty much is of teh sux0r. i find out that the prick (you reading this, you flaming hunk of societal detritus) is taking the whole "slam on your brakes with no turn signal and make me hit you" thing to insurance. nice.

you could have called me and told me. do you even have insurance? or a job?

i got a poignant e-mail from mario. i've been neglecting my friends horribly as of late, and i feel bad. work is nuts, my life is nuts, everything is nuts and i just want quiet. peace and quiet. maybe a little woodworking.

i need to change the flavor of this site - i'm too politically correct, too nice here - i pay the bloody hosting fees, so i'm gonna get my money's worth. be warned.

the garage is done. did a little electrical work, i did, and it turned out pretty good if i do say so myself. nothing like catching a cat to see if your 240V leads are hot...

she put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
she broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
we watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
but he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
until the night

he put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
and finally drank away her memory
life is short but this time it was bigger
than the strength he had to get up off his knees
we found him with his face down in the pillow
with a note that said i'll love her till i die
and when we buried him beneath the willow
the angels sang a whiskey lullaby

the rumors flew but nobody know how much she blamed herself
for years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
she finally drank her pain away a little at a time
but she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
until the night

she put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
and finally drank away his memory
life is short but this time it was bigger
than the strength she had to get up off her knees
we found her with her face down in the pillow
clinging to his picture for dear life
we laid her next to him beneath the willow
while the angels sang a whiskey lullaby