Your home is a Rough Athlete's Ranch
Your kitchen is only used when the weather won't permit barbecuing. There's a pantry stocked with beef jerky. Oh, and deer jerky. Your master bedroom has an on-call masseuse and sports therapist. Your study has a locked plexiglass gun case filled with stuff that would make the A-Team jealous. And Al Qaeda ( Read more... )

What the hell is going on here? You all ought to know the story by now: nooses appear in a tree, a black kid and a white kid get into a fight at a party--the party was predominantly white (sounds to me like our [black] hero was trying to start something. If a white person tried to bust into a black party and got beaten up, what would the public ( Read more... )

I want to travel. Everyone says I'll be doing plenty of that once I'm commissioned, but once that happens, I'll have very little freedom. Sure, there'll be the chance at seeing some far-off places (garden spots like Bahrain and Guam come to mind), but I won't have much of a choice in where I'd be going. "Needs of the service" and all that fun stuff ( Read more... )

Here's a fun train of thought:

--December, 2003: Russian president Putin is reelected into office with more than 69% of the popular vote for his second consecutive term (Russian presidents can only serve two consecutive terms - I don't know if that means they can take a term off and start over, or if it's two only).
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Well, why the hell not? I haven't posted on this thing in a while, so I might as well get back into the swing of this with a survey ( Read more... )

( Begin Stupidity )

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( Begin Boredom )

So...guess who's going to the Redskins/Cowboys game at FedEx field this December 30?

Yep.

Guess who can't wait for December now?

Yep.

And it's only the end of April.

Yep.

1. What bill do you hate paying the most ( Read more... )