Some kickass music for you while you check out the HHD for today.  Makes me want to grab a rifle and march along.

Who doesn’t like a man in uniform?  Or half out of it, as the case may be?

Pinning ceremonies – looks painful, but thank you for taking your shirt off.

Midshipmen get hazed, too.

I am very thankful for those who defend my country.  God give them strength.

And I’m also thankful for those who defended us in the past.

Tat, you say you want one more? Okay.

Hope you all have a great day, and say a prayer or have some positive thoughts for Sohos’ successful surgery this morning.

While we wait for HHD, here’s a snappier place to comment. Brought to you by Steve Austin vs. a certain woodland creature with sexy toned arms:

Carrie.  ‘Salem’s Lot.  The Shining.  Misery.  Pet Sematary.  All absolute classics by the supposed “Master of Horror!”, Stephen King.  Each one amazing in it’s own way. 

Then came It.  Tommyknockers.  Dolores Claiborne.  Needful Things.  Okay, these were not horrible (okay, Tommyknockers sucked dead donkey balls), but later I learned that King was a drug-addled alcoholic when he wrote them, so, in retrospect, I gave him a pass.  When he finally sobered up, I figured maybe his talent would return.

Then came Cell (evil cell phones cause the end of mankind, except to those who don’t use them!  GASP!)  The obviously rushed, immensely over-rated and pathetically dull Dark Tower books he slapped together to finish up the storyline.  Lisey’s Story.  Duma’s Key.  Books that just plain did not need to be written.  Long, horribly slow, over-wrought, filled with his idiotic, out-of-place political attacks on the right.  With amazingly dumb concepts that basically proved that a) the talent was gone, c) the ideas have run dry c) he was simply phoning it in now for the paycheck.  (The last two books, I started but never finished.)

(Sadly, I can’t find an English version of the above clip anywhere, but I still think it’s gets the point across.  “Let’s see, what can I make scary…..Ooooh, how about a lamp that’s possessed by the evil soul of Dick Cheney??  Booga booga booga!!”)

King gave an interview when the last Dark Tower novel was released, stating that he was done and he was going to retire.  At the time, I thought to myself  ”Well, that’s a shame.  Now that he has gotten the Dark Tower stuff behind him, maybe he can concentrate on the type of books that he used to write.  Good, fun, scary books that were just enjoyable to read.  And maybe he would stop trying to be America’s Greatest and Most Importantist Writer EVAH!! by trying to make every single sentence he wrote a brilliantly insightful commentary on modern society and how the Right is the one true evil in  the world.”

I guess I should have know better.  I guess the lure of the ego-stroking by the New York Times book reviewers and the pathetic cock-gobbling he receives from the morning talk-show hosts was too much to walk away from. 

So here comes King’s latest waste of trees, Under the Dome.  Almost 1100 pages filled with what I’m sure will be his usual drivel, and sure to include his stock “right-winger men are teh suck” characters (According to the review I read, his main bad guy refers to The President as “the one who has three names, including the terrorist one in the middle.” Ooooh, how delighfully droll and cutting, Stephen.  Here, have a Nobel Prize.) 

But what I find absolutely hilarious about this novel is the concept.   Now, I don’t want to give too much away, but doesn’t this sound just a little familiar to anyone?

On an entirely normal, beautiful fall day in Chester’s Mill, Maine, the town is inexplicably and suddenly sealed off from the rest of the world by an invisible force field. Planes crash into it and fall from the sky in flaming wreckage, a gardener’s hand is severed as “the dome” comes down on it, people running errands in the neighboring town are divided from their families, and cars explode on impact. No one can fathom what this barrier is, where it came from, and when—or if—it will go away.

Now where have I seen this before?

Oh yeah!

As a subscriber to the Stephen King Library, I get his books sent to me as soon as they are released.  I think I may save the money and send this one back.  Seriously, do I need to slog through about 980 pages of “OMG, isn’t this scary, yet so true of the human condition??!??!?” stupidity to find out it’s something like aliens or some uber-rich right-wing cabal that’s behind this, for whatever sinister, yet moronic reason? 

Maybe I’ll just stop by the local Barnes & Nobel and read the last chapter, just to have my curiosity satisfied.  I doubt I will be shocked.

Stephen, retire.  Please.

I hate to push Rosetta’s poat down like the fat girls he loves, but I figured we should wish a very Happy Birthday to the United States Marine Corps.

Psalm 144:1

Praise be to the Lord my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.

The Title:

It cannot be inherited, Nor can it even be purchased, you and no one alive can buy it for any price. It is impossible to rent, and it cannot be lent. You alone and on your own have earned it with your blood, sweat and lives. You own it forever, the title, United States Marine.

A group of incredibly intelligent and brave men who do everything in their power to protect our country

“The duty of the United States Marine Corps is to uphold the freedoms that all Americans enjoy.”

The most diciplined fighting unit in the history of the modern military. A Marine is cunning, exacting, and most of all, deadly. A marine is trained to kill all enemies of the United States Govornemnt. A champion of freedom, and a defender of all of those cant defend themselves. A Marine is a soldier of freedom.

Those sexy mother fuckers who kick ass for our country.

Happy Birthday and Thank You!!!!!!

Oooooorah.

I know we have all seen videos like this so this isn’t a new idea.  However this is pretty much Superman on a bike.

You morons feel free to add to this post if’n you wanna.

You may, or may not know that Wiser and wiserbud are twins! Here is a photo of them as toddlers:

Aren’t they just the cutest things evah??

As they got older, their Mom always called them “Double Trouble”

I’m not sure that was always a jest. Wiser and wiserbud shocked everyone with their choice of apparel for the senior prom: 

Eventually they matured, turning prematurely grey: 

They now travel around the country explaing the advantages of being  sequential hermaphrodites.  Bless their hearts, we know what they really want:

[UPDATE: Rosetta]

Your mom.

The header picture has me craving these and you can get 3 of them at this Mexican place for 5 bucks. I prolly need to go there today

This Wed. I have my ACL surgery. This is the last surgery that is meant to fix something. So, really this should be my last necessary surgery. In Jan. next year I will visit my plastic surgeon to see about removing the muscle from  my back that is in my lower leg, but that will be purely for vanity reasons.  So, I will be back on crutches and starting rehab AGAIN…

I never get sick of this song so enjoy

Darth Healer.  This broken bone is part of the rebel alliance and a traitor.  TAKE IT AWAY!

Get a real job, hippy.

Racist AND sexist!!!

It’s almost time.  Are you excited?  I am too.

All you’ll need is a couple of popsicle sticks, a rubber band, and a tricycle:

Of course, you’ll want the proper safety gear…

And don’t worry–if anything should go wrong, emergency medical personnel will be standing by:

Yeah, I said they’d be standing by, not that you’d see any of them anytime soon. Get in line behind those illegal immigrants, and we’ll see if we can get you a band-aid. Eventually.

*** Important Update – Sox *** Seeing as I have been thrown out of SeaNm’s Yard, two things come to mind.  One, I have been thrown out of better places than this.   Two, Tim Wilson sums it up pretty well…

Earlier today I thought, since most of us are partying with Indians tonight, Worst Indian Names would be funny.  It can be feather or dot.  I don’t want Tush and Moo’n to feel left out.  Yeah I know this is racist.  I like smaller government, what do you expect?

Chief Four-Eyes gets a Nobel Peace Prize from Chief Passing Buck.

If you think about it, the real chief is the American People and Obama is attaching Universal Health Care to us.

Here’s a picture of Cocheese.

My photoshop skillz are tight!

Because Jewstin gets $1 towards the purchase of a shirt for each joke, he also wants to do “Most Inappropriate Criticism” as well.  Here’s an example:

“While I appreciate your Goatse skills, I would appreciate you not showing my grandparents over dinner.”

So this is the combination “Worst Indian Names” and “Most Inappropriate Criticism” joke thread.  There is no way this won’t suck.

Speaking of suck, NAVY SUCKS!!!!