This asshole is back with:

"Fuck The South"

Sorry Theosuckusdickus, it’s backyard…not backard, but since you like it from that angle, it doesn’t surprise me. I'll give you the spelling.

Want some more?

Fuck You!!! You piece of shit!

What would you do if your blog host went into a directory on your site and renamed a script to, effectively, disable trackback pings? And did not tell you…did not notify you. At all. It took me awhile to figure it out…I would have never thought that my host would’ve hacked my blog. That’s what happened, right? I know they can do it, but can they do that? This is my stuff.

Damn!!!

I need some pity pings to ensure I’ve got this shit fixed.

Thanks…

From the INBOX:

If any of you have ever been to a military funeral in which taps were played; this brings out a new meaning of it. Here is something Every American should know. Until I read this, I didn't know, but I checked it out and it's true:

We in the United States have all heard the haunting song, "Taps". It's the song that gives us that lump in our throats and usually tears in our eyes. But, do you know the story behind the song? If not, I think you will be interested to find out about its humble beginnings.

Reportedly, it all began in 1862 during the Civil War, when Union Army Captain Robert Ellicombe was with his men near Harrison's Landing in Virginia The Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land.

During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moans of a soldier who lay severely wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or Confederate soldier, the Captain decided to risk his life and bring the stricken man back for medical attention. Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire, the Captain reached the stricken soldier and began pulling him toward his encampment.
When the Captain finally reached his own lines, he discovered it was actually a Confederate soldier, but the soldier was dead.

The Captain lit a lantern and suddenly caught his breath and went numb with shock. In the dim light, he saw the face of the soldier. It was his own son. The boy had been studying music in the South when the war broke out. Without telling his father, the boy enlisted in the Confederate Army.

The following morning, heartbroken, the father asked permission of his superiors to give his son a full military burial, despite his enemy status. His request was only partially granted. The Captain had asked if he could have a group of Army band members play a funeral dirge for his son at the funeral.

The request was turned down since the soldier was a Confederate. But, out of respect for the father, they did say they could give him only one musician. The Captain chose a bugler. He asked the bugler to play a series of musical notes he had found on a piece of paper in the pocket of the dead youth's uniform. This wish was granted.

The haunting melody, we now know as "Taps" ... used at military funerals was born.

The words are ...

Day is done, gone the sun

From the lakes, from the hills
From the sky, all is well.

Safely rest, God is nigh...
Fading light dims the sight

And a star gems the sky ...
Gleaming bright from afar

Drawing nigh falls the night...
Thanks and praise for our days

Neath the sun, neath the stars

Neath the sky, as we go.

This we know .. God is nigh.

I, too, have felt the chills while listening to "Taps" but I have never seen all the words to the song until now. I didn't even know there was more than one verse. I also never knew the story behind the song and I didn't know if you had either so I thought I'd pass it along.

I now have an even deeper respect for the song than I did before.

Looks like I'll be hanging with these folks again.

I can't wait...too much fun.

These people are unique, and that's a good thing.

And just because this one is bein' planned by the girls doesn't mean I can't advertise elsewhere! ...particularly given that my gracious host is suffering server hiccups.

I've left all of the pertinent info at my place, which seems to be back up and running smoothly at the current hour, but due to the TIME CONSTRAINT, I'm going to leave the bare bones of it here as well... just in case.

When: September 30 - October 2
Where: Chalet Kristy, 134 River Street, Helen, Georgia
Who: Da Kool Kats, but SAY you are with the Southeast Writer's Conference to get the discount!

Most importantly, you must book TODAY or tomorrow at the latest, as I only have a temporary hold on the rooms, and once released, they WILL go fast. The numba is 706-878-2155, or toll free, 877-464-3536. Ask for Mark.

Hurry! No stalling. All the Kool Kats WILL be there, so just book already.

-Key

Sammy Boy is having a rough week this week. As such, Key and I are patrolling the perimeter for him, just in case, just to keep his seat warm.

So, be warned. It ain't Sammy blogging, so when you sling shit at me, make sure you spell my name right. And make sure you duck, because it's coming back at you with interest, about three times as fast as you orignally launched it, and sporting a little english. I'm one tired and pissed-off cracker bitch tonight, and I ain't in the mood.

Moving along: I watch very little television these days. We got rid of our cable six months or so ago, for financial reasons, and now that the financial crunch is a thing of the past my husband and I are toying with the idea of having the cable turned back on.

I was all for it, until I actually bestirred myself to watch one of the local stations that our upstairs television picks up from downtown Atlanta. CBS, I think it was, and during a one-hour show, I was informed twice on every commercial break that I qualify for Ford's new family discount. Seriously, by the end of that hour, I could have recited the specifics of that bloody deal to you by rote, word for fucking word.

I'll be in the market for a vehicle next year, maybe two. I'll tell you one thing, though: I will NOT be buying a got-damn Ford. Their overkill backfired; they annoyed the living piss out of me, and I might not ever buy another Ford product as long as I live.

So there.

You know what's more annoying than someone full of pride, but has no game to show for it?

I tell ya: More annoying is someone who is brimming with pride AND has the game to back it up.

So, as Americans, we must be pretty fucking annoying. And I don't say that to bring a pissing match of accomplishments. A simple study of economic stats, trends, etc. and it's no contest; let's not go there.

Believe it or not, the "annoying" concession was sincere. That's as much humility as I can muster on the issue. We really, seriously, honest to God, must be pretty fucking annoying.

But what others must understand is that our economy could hit rock bottom, we could lose hundreds of thousands of men in battle, the White House could be taken out, and California could fall off into the fucking ocean... And there would STILL be those of us, the tried and true, waving our flags, loving our country, and spewing forth as much prideful sentiment as ever before... if not more.

As for today's discord, I understand that watching someone swell with pride only exacerbates any existing envy. That is human.

But having pride in your country and respecting the fact that others have pride in their homelands as well... That is also human.

Be the better human.

Guest authored by Key

I'm heading out for four or five days. I gotta do what I gotta do.

The lovely ladies might stop by. I left a light on.

Check back...they're killers.

Y'all have a good week.

It was my post that started this comment war over at the Anti-Patriot Penguin.

The fact of the matter is: I was ambushed. I put up a post, and Nebb disagreed with it. Fine. Instead of responding in my comments, he chose to put up a post for the world, slamming me. He did not notify me at all. I just stumbled upon it a couple of weeks later. His closing two words were “Fuck You!”

I resent that, as I’m sure you would.

I am a patriot, and I’m proud of it. Patriotism is not limited to America. I have never had a problem with England or her subjects. Never. I have many Brit, Aussie, and Kiwi friends.

All I did was thank the American troops who have made sacrifices to protect my freedom. That is all. Asshole Nebb started this.

I am a good person. I am loyal, and I am respectful, and I am not lazy.

I just want to make sure we’re clear on this.

Not that it matters, but...

...I've been negligent lately...been really really busy.

Anyway, I met this woman in New Orleans...she is downtown, she is cool, she is a keeper. She is so rolled!!! I'm calling her the "Attractive Stranger".

Why? Because I can.

"No real gentleman will tell the naked truth in the presence of ladies."

- Mark Twain

Check out the COUNTDOWN on my left sidebar.

This is interesting.

...The Crux of the Matter

Today, both sides fail to realize the essential complementarity of science and theology. Science describes the relationship between objects. Theology describes the relationship between persons. Because persons possess bodies, that is, because persons can be treated as objects, science makes the fatal mistake of assuming persons are objects. Because they are so successful at describing the interaction between inanimate objects, scientists then think they can successfully describe the interaction between persons...

Read it here.

I put up a post the other day that might have pissed some people off. Active overnight.

I took it down. There are many reasons for this, but that's for another post.

But you know what?

It was the truth.

I'm just saying...

Stretch is learning how to fly.

Let me set this up.

I’m doing some work in my office this morning…Stretch is asleep on the couch in the other room... all is calm.

All of a sudden I hear him go ballistic. I bolt for the den, and as I turn the corner, I see my damn puppy flying through the air about eight feet high. He busted his ass when he landed. I mean…busted it.

In that split second, I was tense. I thought someone threw him…how else could he be flying a foot lower than the ceiling? I’m thinking, I’m two feet from a gun…good…where’s the person who threw him.

In the split second after he busted his ass on landing, he was on the top of the back of the chair…balanced. At that instant, I saw two flashes…one from each eye. The first one made me duck…it was a reflex…bird in the house. The second one made me sprint like a wide receiver. Stretch, who resembles a football with ears when he’s flying about head level, dove at that damn bird as it flew by...and was headed for another bad landing. The bird missed, I missed, and Stretch missed, and busted his ass again. Big time.

I’m not going to bore you with the rest of this story, but suffice to say…it was hilarious.

A Daschund is resourceful, fearless, determined, and stubborn. At least, mine is.

I’m still smiling.

The Windows Operating System is a piece of shit!!!

MS SQL Server is a joke.

IIS is a joke.

I'm just saying!

*UPDATE* I was unaware of this when I put this post up.

If you’re not reading this blog…you should be.

My friend is straight up.

I put up this post on Memorial Day.

I got linked by this asshole, so do me a favor...head on over and tell him to FUCK OFF in his comments.

The WWW is an interesting place.

You've got to READ THIS!

Thanks Jim.

It won't be long before I head up to the Blue Ridge Mountains in Virginia to watch the annual migration of the Red-Tailed hawks. From late August until late October, you can see 'em soaring above the ridges, heading south. Prior to their migration, you usually only see one or two at a time, but when they fly south; they do it in force. It is not uncommon to see hundreds, together. A magnificent sight. Anyone who has seen this knows what I'm talking about. They'll do the return trip in late March or early April.

Red-tails can grow to 25 inches in length, have a wingspan of 52 inches, and weigh three pounds. During the summer months, when the birds suddenly stop singing and all but disappear, you can bet there's a RTH in the neighborhood. I once saw one take a dove out of my garden, and all that was left was a crater. I kid you not...it hit that dove so hard...dirt was flying.

I like to watch stuff like that.

One inlaw + two inlaw = kicked my ass.

In a good way.

Ain't nothing like hanging with your elders.

Be back later!

Do you know what happens when you spill a full glass of wine on your laptop?

I was talking to DAX today, when I said, �I gotta call you back man, there�s a uniformed policeman cop walking through my front yard.�

I open the door just as he was about to ring the bell. Stretch is all over him.

Me: �STRETCH!!!�

Me: �What?�hold on�let me snag him.�

I�m now holding my dog, and he is GROWLING like a MOFO. He is small, but fearless.

Cop: �Have you seen the shoes?�

Cop: �Report anything suspicious�

I live in a town with 42k people. I�m on a first name basis with the people who sack my groceries, for goodness sake. I drive slow, and wave to everyone�they wave back. This is fucking Mayberry.

Anyway, the Cop walks up the road to where someone is building a house, and talks to the workers. As he is returning to his car, and as I�m taking pictures of the shoes, he said:

�I�ve got to get out of this heat�

I shit you not�I could not make this up.