I’m a freakin’ ghost… not a werewolf, but a ghost, like Jimbo.

You Are a Ghost

Mysterious, independent, and often unseen – you always do things your own way. You are introverted, shy, and even a little secretive. People are dying to know you better, but you’re a difficult person to know. A lot of your contributions to the world are left invisible and unfelt. Your greatest power: Blending in really well Your greatest weakness: Being too passive You play well with: Witches

What Kind of Monster Are You?

Heheheh… Play’s well with witches… No shit.

Can you believe the gaul?

This ever happen to anybody else without their knowledge, and get uncovered and made into a much-a-do ’bout nothing story? Hmmm, it’s obviously another right wing conspiracy thought up by Rove and implemented by ol’ cranky pants.

Jeeesh… some shit just does not deserve the ink/pixels it occupies and somebody spyin’ a confederate battle flag bein’ used as a curtain in the dark part of a garage on the property where he happened to be huntin’ damned sure ain’t newsworthy. Don’t put to much pressure on the man for shit’s sake. He’s already got a so-so ticker, and he’s probably just tryin’ NOT to shoot anybody today. I’m missin’ the sinister WTF? connection here…

Go to a freakin’ drive in movie and see how many “battle flags” you see coverin’ windows ‘tween the front row and the concession stand. Hell, you can’t fly ‘em anywhere anymore without gettin’ guilt tripped over it. What the hell else you s’posed to use ‘em for if not a sun shade? It ain’t like they caught the man tatooin’ one of ‘em on his chest, or wearin’ depends that are branded with that symbol. Give him a break, or 2. Got forbid he, of all people be serious about that shit. You thought people were pissed at the coot now, you’d really be seein’ it then if he meant business over that. That’s some RedNeck’s free bird flash back inducer. Dick ain’t got shit to do with it. I’m sure it wasn’t in the “brochure” he received about said huntin’ club. I suppose there will always be doubters and skeptics though. I know, it’s that damned bad intel at work again… let’s fork out another crapload of caish to get to the bottom of this failure.

Dumocrat alert, Dumocrat alert!!! All tard’s on deck.

If you want to think progress and shuffle on over there and see what I’m missing I suppose. Perhaps you’ll find it as amusing as I did, or if not, at least slanted in the other direction…

Oh hell… now Al Sharptounge is involved… start your egg timer to get an accurate measurement of the time it takes ‘fore Jessie comes to the rescue, or to speak his piece on the issue.

Al, it might be a symbol for lynchin’ and any other bad shit that happened back then in your, “never forget” mind, but Al, just as you think of it as a reminder from your past, many of us think of it as a reminder of ours. It doesn’t make your impression of it anything more or less to you than mine does for me, since they’re both of days gone by, but since what you’re thinkin’ and what I’m thinkin’ when I see that flag are two damned different things for sure, I think you ought to practice what you preach and consider the “other side” ‘fore you spout off every time a light comes on and a camera comes out.

I think of my forefathers, and their will to fight for what they thought was right and what their beliefs were. That is not to say that they agreed with the terms you describe in your statement, but that they loved their southern heritage and were willing to fight for it.

So, Al, kiss my RedNeck Tarheeled ass and uncancel whatever it is you cancelled to show yours.

If we(people of a different opinion on the symbolism of that flag) raised this much shit over every Malcom X hat/symbol/sticker/flag we ever saw you or your podna’s standin’ around or bein’ in the vicinity of, the damned papers would be so much more full of shit than they are now. Give it a rest Sharptongue. I hope ol’ Dick killed a limit of pheasants today, and had a good damed time doin’ it.

I think I missed this one last year… my bad.

Thanks for the head’s up Qdub…

This one’s sticky… it’ll be here for a while

Because as a broken foot, a bottle full of Hydrocodone proves, I am not a furniture mover. Especially where there are 13 stair steps between the source and the destination. This bitch is painful, and now has a lovely lookin’ purplish color with swellin’ that would rival… the Hindenburg.

Those pain meds work pretty good at makin’ you sleep, and my shutters are shuttin’ down on me as I type. I think fishin’ is finally over for me this year… Really nice injury to have if you’ve got to treck up those stairs to get to your bedroom, not to mention two sets of 13 or more at the workplace.

A little black “shoe” is what they gave me for now. To add insult to injury, it’s one of those waterhead shoes that stays together with Velcro. I remember buyin’ those for my kids when they hadn’t learned to tie theirs yet, but could awake earlier than you did, and bring those “shoe string shoes” straight to the bed and “put ‘em on your face” so you’d tie ‘em for them. Yeah, I bought the boy a pair of those when he was a little fella.

Thats it for now… back to bed.

I’m gonna hear it ’til somebody shows up…