Moonrise

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

....... In Tucson... No computer..... Just a damm Itouch...

Blogging lite but taking lords of notes...

Maybe tmorrow
Wollf

Monday, December 28, 2009

Israeli Humor..........

UN Humor

Israeli Sense of Humour at the UN

An ingenious example of speech and politics occurred recently in the United Nations Assembly and made the world community smile.

A representative from Israel began, "Before beginning my talk, I want to tell you a story about Moses." When he struck the rock and it brought forth water, he thought, "What a good opportunity to have a bath!" He removed his clothes, put them aside on the rock and entered the water. When he got out and wanted to dress, his clothes had vanished. A Palestinian had stolen them."

The Palestinian representative jumped up furiously and shouted, "What are you talking about - The Palestinians weren't there then."

The Israeli representative then smiled and said, "And now that we have made that clear, I will begin my speech."
VIA LAST OF THE FEW

Friday, December 25, 2009

Merry Christmas......The Prodigal

......and then a bit of angst.......I've been thinking, and as Dragn says, a dangerous thing.....

Got some troubling news from the X last evening, jusst in time to lower the Joyful Spirit a little, but the fun of Stockings and Music and Hope overcame.....we're having a wonderful Season....

Oh, where was I.......oh yes, the "News"......seems that my youngest She Cub was in a bit of trouble, 20 years old, and making some Bad decisions, ....as in getting the Law involved......

I've spoken to her in the past, but she's at that age where visiting with her Sire is.....well, not as cool as spending time with her "buddies"......

Anyway, the deed is done, the Consequences WILL BE PAID, and She hopefully will learn The Lesson, before it is too late for Redemption......

My Number Two Born....Hi Annie, I know you're reading, did some of the same "sort" of acting out at this bothersome age, but she came back "Home"....put it behind her, married a Fine Fellow.....don't get a big head Cub in Law, you're still on probation with Wollf, and has given me two Grand-Cubs.....Wonderful young Lady is my Number Two.....

Anyways.....today I was wondering what to do, and No Kidding, it was if G-d's still whispering things, even to me.....

I was reminded of JC's three Parables that went together....The Lost Coin, The Lost Sheep, and The Prodigal Son.......

In the first two parables, the lost were found by searching. But the younger son was found by waiting. The spiritually lost were already coming to Jesus; he didn't need to seek them out. They had been spiritually dead and were now showing interest — they wanted to be taught by Jesus. Jesus received them and ate with them. His reception would have encouraged them to keep the laws they already knew and to continue to listen to him for more instruction in God's way.

But the parable is not just about Jesus in the first century; it is a timeless message about God the Father. He rejoices over and honors every sinner who repents.

He doesn't wait for a full and formal apology; he perceives the attitude and comes toward us.

This theme of joyful acceptance, similar to that of the first two parables of this chapter, dominates the first part of this parable........

This is the lesson illustrated by the father:

He is always ready to welcome a returning child............

As am I. That's the Lesson, right?

Anastasia, I Love You. You Screwed up, made a bad decision.....Change your Heart. I am always here for you....and more importantly, as the Parable Really speaks......

So is G-d. You are Forgiven. I'm here for you, and just as the Father in the Prodigal Story.....I'm watching and waiting for you.

*Sunday Scool Over*
Wollf

Thursday, December 24, 2009

.....Christmas Eve.........

......and WAY too much stuff to do, more important than blogging....

So....enjoy a Kitteh smile or two.......




Merry Christmas, Everbodies !!!!
Wollf

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Obama Health care realities ..........

The phone rings and the lady of the house answers.

"Hello?"

"May I speak to Mrs. Sanders please."

"Speaking."

"Mrs. Sanders, this is Dr. Jones at St. Agnes Laboratory. When your
husband's doctor sent his biopsy to the lab last week, a biopsy from
another Mr. Sanders arrived as well.

We are now uncertain which one belongs to your husband. Frankly, either way the results are not too good."

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Sanders asks nervously.

"Well, one of the specimens tested positive for Alzheimer's and the other
one tested positive for HIV.

We can't tell which is which."

"That's dreadful! Can you do the test again?" questioned Mrs. Sanders.

"Normally we can, but the new health care system will only pay for these expensive tests just one time."

''Well, what am I supposed to do now? "

"The folks at Obama health care recommend that you drop your husband off
somewhere in the middle of town. If he finds his way home, don't sleep with
him "........

*Ba Dum*

H/T Denny

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

.....If anyone still reads my ramblings......

....my apologies....I have been hit with a computer Curse, not a virus...a Curse, as in somebody, somewhere....probably a smokey shack in the Bayou, is sticking pins in little computer effigies with my name on them.....

In the course of a week, my main laptop has gone kerflooey, the screen dances like that bat shit crazy guy on the old Gong show......

My back up laptop was transformed into, in essence a paper weight......nothing, nada zippo.....

.....And my Office desktop won't let me do anything but buy Malware protection Viagra or Pron.......in a word....

Aaaaaaaagh, Arooooooooo, Crap!!!

*Oops, I suppose that would be three words.....*

Isn't it amazing how dependent we all have come to be on our computers.....the Civvie job I have, I "used" to do without electronics....lucky, I imagine, that I learned the old school ways.....slower, but at least the job gets done.....

What will happen if the "Net" ever just stops?

Once my 'puters are up and working again, I think I'll visit that ....meanwhile, I have work to do.....

Anybody seen my Abacus?
Crap.
Wollf

If he wasn't so dangerous.........

.......we could just laugh at the little fat dictator.......

Colombia to Chavez: Maybe 'spy plane' was Santa

The Associated Press
Monday, December 21, 2009; 9:01 PM



BOGOTA -- Colombia's defense chief joked Monday that Venezuelan troops might have mistaken Santa's sleigh for a spy plane, dismissing accusations by President Hugo Chavez about drones flying over Venezuela.

Chavez on Sunday accused the United States of violating Venezuela's airspace with an unmanned spy plane and ordered his military to be on alert and shoot down any such aircraft.

The Pentagon has declined to comment on Chavez's accusations.

Colombian Defense Minister Gabriel Silva and armed forces commander Freddy Padilla told reporters Monday that Colombian aircraft couldn't fly the kind of espionage mission described by Chavez.

"Colombia doesn't have that capability," said Silva. He quipped that perhaps "Venezuelan soldiers mistook Father Christmas' sleigh for a spy plane."

...Coal for Christmas?

I vote Lead.
Wollf

Friday, December 18, 2009

.....The Pursuit of Happiness........

......it's one of our Basic UN-alienable Rights as Americans......

This post will be a bit different than as of late, a bit more personal as it were...

When I started this Blog, holy smokes, back in August of '07, Wollf was an injured unit, my world had pretty much come down around my ears, didn't know which way to turn, so.....with the blessing of a dear Counselor, I turned my path inward......

To attempt to get to know Myself, that I might become a better, and thus a more Worthy Person.....

I learned a lot about myself. There was the ocassional "pity party" writing.....which, by the way was often derailed by my earliest Blog Friends, and I tramped around in my psyche, often straying from the Path, to explore new possibilities.......

One of my Friends, Leonidas, in one of my darker moments, shared with me that "She" is out there and waiting for me....."She" might not know it yet, and indeed I might not, but that "She", the other half of me, truly was there......

It took Leonidas a sailing trip across the Oceans to find His other half.......

It took me some Soul Searching, some exploration far afield, making some Friends, and an "enemy" or so, but I found my Other right in my own back yard.......

The tie in to the Title of this Post?

Every day, I am reminded that I have "captured" happiness, in the form of my Wife, the Grand Lady Dragn. I want to be reminded every single day for the rest of my Life.

Our Six month anniversary is just after Christmas. She asks and prods me for what I "want" for Christmas.......

I have Her. We have my Cubs. We have her Cubs in for the Holiday. We have more furballs, feathers and scales than we can shake a stick at. *'Spescially because you don't want to shake a stick at Uber and Tiberius......you'll wear your arm out playing fetch.....*

Just for the whole World to know....I Love this Lady.



Thanks Lady Dragn, for joining my Life and my Path. I shall try to be Worthy.

*I'm for dammed sure Blessed*
Wollf

*End Mushy Posting*

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Saint Francis Silent Monks......


Now That is Christmassy........

*wonder if muslims have that kind of sense of humor........Nah*
Wollf

A Joke......

George Bush, Queen Elizabeth, and Vladimir Putin all die and go to hell.
*Don't ask me why George and the Queen go to Hell....I didn't write the joke.....*

While there, they spy a red phone and ask what the phone is for.

The devil tells them it is for calling back to Earth.

Putin asks to call Russia and talks for 5 minutes.

When he was finished the devil informs him that the cost is a million dollars, so Putin writes him a check.

Next Queen Elizabeth call England and talks for 30 minutes. When she was finished the devil informs her that cost is 6 million dollars, so Queen Elizabeth writes him a check.

Finally George Bush gets his turn and talks for 4 hours. When he was finished the devil informed him that there would be no charge for the call and feel free to call the USA anytime.

When Putin hears this he goes ballistic and asks the devil why Bush got to call the USA free.

The devil replied, ¨Since Obama became president of the USA, the country has gone to hell, so naturally it's a local call.

Yay.....Wollf made a funny.

Cleaning out.......

As I need to do now and then........

This is the sort of humor you might find around my Offices......espescially directly after our quarterly Safety Meetings....

You've all heard the rumors....well, here's the proof.....

Drugs..... a fine article, and such truth. My Dad, who I'm going to see down in Tucson after Christmas, used to call it "Counseling"....in we Boys cases, usually Wal to Wall Counseling, wherein he would juxtapose our faces with his knuckles.....

.....an absolutely adorable photo...but something tells me it simply ain't gonna turn out well......"Hey Mom! Tastes just like se lion!!"......

......just a heh......


..........and finally, an observation on Kittehs.....

What is a Cat?
1. Cats do what they want.
2. They rarely listen to you.
3. They're totally unpredictable.
4. When you want to play, they want to be alone.
5. When you want to be alone, they want to play.
6. They expect you to cater to their every whim.
7. They're moody.
8. They leave hair everywhere.

CONCLUSION:
They're tiny women in little fur coats.
Have a Great Day!
Wollf

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Remember a post or so back.......

......where I told you about being at a Hanukka party and a Lady from Saint Julie's called and asked if I would teach the Five year old Sunday School class?

......Well, the clip below is Exactly why they don't want Wollf to teach the little ones......Srsly, I can see myself doing the same riff......

It's Christmas time!!!!
Yay.....what are you wishing for Christmas?
Wollf

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Before you start with me..........

......No, it's not "verified", but of course "nice" trolls are always welcome.

Remember the date that the Obamas went on? People were indignant that it cost the taxpayers $28 grand? Well, there's a lot of stuff behind the scenes that aren't counted in the expense.......

From a former Air Force Colonel....

Subject: The Date

First, let me say that I've moved three presidents up to now and I've seen incredible waste. But, the "new" guy really takes the cake. I don't have an issue with the President promising his wife dinner and a show or that he even takes his wife out.

But, when I saw the news say that the date cost $24,000, here's what you DON'T know.

Three days before "dinner" a C-17 flew Marines and the helicopter maintenance equipment to JFK Airport . The day before "dinner" I flew the USSS and the motorcade to JFK Airport



Our crew of 5 spent two days and nights at the Hilton in Times Square . My hotel bill: $621.66 plus $64 a day in per diem. The USSS guys were at a different Hilton in NYC, so figure that cost another $14,000 (or so) plus per diem. The Marines had to have cost as much and were there four days, so figure another $55,000 plus per diem (for 44 Marines).

We were supposed to fly the motorcade back and go home, but the Air Force was so short of C-17's that we were re-tasked to take the motorcade back, return to JFK and take the helicopter back to Quantico .
When we got back to JFK, while the pilot was turning the plane around to park, he noticed a rotor blade sticking out of the hangar where the helicopter was parked and informed me that either it wasn't ready to transport or it was flying home. After shutting down I walked over to the hangar and to my surprise I find FIVE helicopters, not ONE.

We're obviously not transporting five big helicopters. I went and talked to the Marines guarding the "fleet" and found that they were flying all five helicopters home and we were only transporting the Marines and the maintenance equipment. After talking to the Marine(s) in charge, I was told that the White House requested FIVE helicopters. The Marines told me that they spent all morning trying to figure out how much it cost them to come and said they figured it cost them $140,000 to stay there (I don't know where they came up with that) and the trip's total had to be about $1,000,000.

We heard that the President didn't use Air Force One (the 747) so I asked if he came in on one of the 757's. I was told that he came in on THREE Air Force Lear jets. So, date night consisted of: 2 C-17's flying three missions, 3 Lear jets, 5 Helicopters, Presidential Motorcade, 44 Marines, more than 20 USSS personnel on our plane. Who knows what it cost the NYPD and NY Port Authority (at the airport) in overtime.


These are the same people that chastised the automobile CEO's for using their aircraft. It further proves that the media only use the facts that make the President look good and hide any facts that will detract from his persona..

Is this the 'change' we expected?

Talk with friends and those who are not blinded by charisma. Many folks I know who voted for Obama are very disappointed and sorry they did so.
The Emperor's clothes on a grand scale.


"Transparency"?


Remember, 2010 is just around the corner. All we have to do is survive long enough.

*By the way, good thing the writer is a "Former" Lt. Colonel.....*
Wollf

Monday, December 14, 2009

Oh......And Before I forget........

.......as I mentioned in the last post......

Dragn and I were invited to a Hanukkah Party on Saturday nite at Wolf the Elder's best High School buddy's house......

We had a wonderful time, good food, Laughs, wine, conversation....and a "bit" of irony.....while in the middle of the Festivities, my phone rang and answering it, it was a "wrong" number.

It was a very nice Lady from our neighborhood Catholic Church, Saint Julie's, and she wanted to know if I could teach the Five Year old Sunday School class the next morning.......

I explained that she had gotten the right Denomination, but at the wrong house.....and to tell the truth, I'm not really the Sunday School Teacher type.......

But, before I forget again, a little musical interlude for my Hebrew Friends....and anybody else who feels like "feeling good"....I know I'm late, but Happy Hanukkah to ever bodies.......now go dance.



And let me know if that doesn't become your ear worm for the rest of the day.......
Wollf

If Lawyers wrote The Night Before Christmas.......

My Laptop is Verklempt.......that's a new word I learned at a Hanukkah party on Saturday evening......so I'm using the Big 'Puter for a bit.......

Anyways, and (semi) apologies to any Counsel out there, you know who you are......

THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS in Legalese
(Author unknown)

Whereas, on or about the night prior to Christmas, there did occur at a certain improved piece of real property (hereinafter "the House") a general lack of stirring by all creatures therein, including, but not limited to a mouse.

A variety of foot apparel, e.g., stocking, socks, etc., had been affixed by and around the chimney in said House in the hope and/or belief that St. Nick aka St. Nicholas aka Santa Claus (hereinafter "Claus") would arrive at sometime thereafter. The minor residents, i.e. the children, of the aforementioned House were located in their individual beds and were engaged in nocturnal hallucinations, i.e. dreams, wherein vision of confectionery treats, including, but not limited to, candies, nuts and/or sugar plums, did dance, cavort and otherwise appear in said dreams.

Whereupon the party of the first part (sometimes hereinafter referred to as ("I"), being the joint-owner in fee simple of the House with the party of the second part (hereinafter "Mamma"), and said Mamma had retired for a sustained period of sleep. (At such time, the parties were clad in various forms of headgear, e.g., kerchief and cap.

Suddenly, and without prior notice or warning, there did occur upon the unimproved real property adjacent and appurtenant to said House, i.e., the lawn, a certain disruption of unknown nature, cause and/or circumstance. The party of the first part did immediately rush to a window in the House to investigate the cause of such disturbance.

At that time, the party of the first part did observe, with some degree of wonder and/or disbelief, a miniature sleigh (hereinafter "the Vehicle") being pulled and/or drawn very rapidly through the air by approximately eight (8) reindeer. The driver of the Vehicle appeared to be and in fact was, the previously referenced Claus.

Said Claus was providing specific direction, instruction and guidance to the approximately eight (8) reindeer and specifically identified the animal co-conspirators by name: Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen (hereinafter "the Deer"). (Upon information and belief, it is further asserted that an additional co- conspirator named "Rudolph" may have been involved.)

The party of the first part witnessed Claus, the Vehicle and the Deer intentionally and willfully trespass upon the roofs of several residences located adjacent to and in the vicinity of the House, and noted that the Vehicle was heavily laden with packages, toys and other items of unknown origin or nature. Suddenly, without prior invitation or permission, either express or implied, the Vehicle arrived at the House, and Claus entered said House via the chimney.

Said Claus was clad in a red fur suit, which was partially covered with residue from the chimney, and he carried a large sack containing a portion of the aforementioned packages, toys, and other unknown items. He was smoking what appeared to be tobacco in a small pipe in blatant violation of local ordinances and health regulations.

Claus did not speak, but immediately began to fill the stocking of the minor children, which hung adjacent to the chimney, with toys and other small gifts. (Said items did not, however, constitute "gifts" to said minor pursuant to the applicable provisions of the U.S. Tax Code.)

Upon completion of such task, Claus touched the side of his nose and flew, rose and/or ascended up the chimney of the House to the roof where the Vehicle and Deer waited and/or served as "lookouts." Claus immediately departed for an unknown destination.

However, prior to the departure of the Vehicle, Deer and Claus from said House, the party of the first part did hear Claus state and/or exclaim: "Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!" Or words to that effect.......

*HEH*
Wollf

Friday, December 11, 2009

Jose Cuervo Christmas Cookies.........

Are Deliscious............

1 cup of water
1 tsp baking soda
1 cup of sugar
1 tsp salt
1 cup or brown sugar
4 large eggs
1 cup nuts
2 cups of dried fruit
1 bottle Jose Cuervo Tequila

Sample the Cuervo to check quality.


Take a large bowl,
Check the Cuervo again, to be sure it is of the highest quality,
Pour one level cup and drink.

Turn on the electric mixer. Beat one cup of butter
In a large fluffy bowl.

Add one peastoon of sugar. Beat again. At this point
it's best to make sure the Cuervo is still ok, try another
Cup just in case.

Turn off the mixerer thingy.

Break 2 leggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup
Of dried fruit.

Pick the frigging fruit off the floor.

Mix on the turner.

If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaters just pry
It loose with a drewscriver.

Sample the Cuervo to check for tonsisticity.

Next, sift two cups of salt, or something. Who geeves
A sheet. Check the Jose Cuervo. Now shift the lemon juice and strain your nuts.

Add one table.

Add a spoon of sugar, or somefink. Whatever you can
Find.

Greash the oven.

Turn the cake tin 360 degrees and try not to fall
Over.

Don't forget to beat off the turner.

Finally, throw the bowl through the window, finish the
Cose Juervo and make sure to put the stove in the wishdasher.
Cherry Mistmas !

Tis the Season, don't you know......
Wollf

H/T: Dennis

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Who's smiling Now?...........


Perhaps the greatest measure of Obama's declining support is that just 50% of voters now say they prefer having him as President to George W. Bush, with 44% saying they'd rather have his predecessor.

Not meant to be funny mR. pResident......got it from Politico.....

.....Guess you weren't "Teh One" after all.....I never even got my promised Unicorn.
Dammit
Wollf

Time for some Christmas Music.......

.........well, kinda, er, with a political bent on this first one...

The Twelve Days of Barry.......

Better stuff to come....but geez, "A Leftist Judiciary......."
Heh
Wollf

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Red Shirt Fridays........



In case you hadn't heard..........

If the red shirt thing is new to you, read below how it went for a man...

Last week, while traveling to Chicago on business, I noticed a Marine sergeant traveling with a folded flag, but did not put two and two together.

After we boarded our flight, I turned to the sergeant, who'd been invited to sit in First Class (across from me), and inquired if he was heading home.

No, he responded.
Heading out I asked?

No. I'm escorting a soldier home.

Going to pick him up?

No. He is with me right now. He was killed in Iraq ; I'm taking him home to his family.

The realization of what he had been asked to do hit me like a punch to the gut. It was an honor for him. He told me that, although he didn't know the soldier, he had delivered the news of his passing to the soldier’s family and felt as if he knew them after many conversations in so few days.

I turned back to him, extended my hand, and said, Thank you Thank you for doing what you do so my family and I can do what we do.

Upon landing in Chicago the pilot stopped short of the gate and made the following announcement over the intercom.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to note that we have had the honor of having Sergeant Steeley of the United States Marine Corps join us on this flight He is escorting a fallen comrade back home to his family. I ask that you please remain in your seats when we open the forward door to allow Sergeant Steeley to deplane and receive his fellow soldier. We will then turn off the seat belt sign."

Without a sound, all went as requested. I noticed the sergeant saluting the casket as it was brought off the plane, and his action made me realize that I am proud to be an American.

So here's a public Thank You to our military Men and Women for what you do so we can live the way we do.

Red Fridays.

Very soon, you will see a great many people wearing Red every Friday. The reason? Americans who support our troops used to be called the "silent majority." We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love for God, country and home in record breaking numbers. We are not organized, boisterous or overbearing.

Many Americans, like you, me and all our friends, simply want to recognize that the vast majority of America supports our troops. Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and respect starts this Friday -- and continues each and every Friday until the troops all come home, sending a deafening message that ...... Every red-blooded American who supports our men and women a far will wear something red.

By word of mouth, press, TV -- let's make the United States on every Friday a sea of red much like a homecoming football game in the bleachers. If every one of us who loves this country will share this with acquaintances, coworkers, friends, and family, it will not be long before the USA is covered in RED and it will let our troops know the once “silent" majority is on their side more than ever, certainly more than the media lets on.

The first thing a soldier says when asked "What can we do to make things better for you?" is. "We need your support and your prayers." Let's get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example, and wear something red every Friday.

Many thanks to Nora......

LIFE WITH MONKEYS

And if you want to buy a special Red Shirt......

RED SHIRT FRIDAYS
Wollf

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

An open Letter just to explain.......

Dear Civilians,

We know that the current state of affairs in our great nation have many civilians up in arms and excited to join the military. For those of you who can’t join, you can still lend a hand. Here are a few of the areas that Active Duty and Vets would like your assistance with:

1. The next time you see an adult talking (or wearing a hat) during the playing of the National Anthem … kick their ass.

2. When you witness firsthand someone burning the American Flag in protest… kick their ass.

3. Regardless of the rank they held while they served, pay the highest amount of respect to all veterans. If you see anyone doing otherwise, quietly pull them aside and explain how these Veterans fought for the very freedom they bask in every second. Enlighten them on the many sacrifices these Veterans made to make this Nation great. Then hold them down while a Disabled Veteran kicks their ass.

4. (GUYS) If you were never in the military, DO NOT pretend that you were. Wearing battle dress uniforms (BDU’s), telling others that you used to be “Special Forces,” and collecting GI Joe memorabilia, might have been okay if you were still seven. Now, it will only make you look stupid and get your ass kicked.

5. Next time you come across an Air Force member, do not ask them, “Do you fly a jet?” Not everyone in the Air Force is a pilot. Such ignorance deserves an ass kicking (children are exempt).

6. If you witness someone calling the U.S. Coast Guard non military, inform them of their mistake…and kick their ass.

7. Roseanne Barr’s singing of the National Anthem is not a blooper…it was a disgrace and disrespectful. Laugh, and sooner or later your ass will be kicked.

8. Next time Old Glory (U.S. flag) prances by during a parade, get on your damn feet and pay homage to her by placing your hand over your heart. Quietly thank the military member or veteran lucky enough to be carrying her…of course, failure to do either of those could earn you a severe ass kicking.

9. What Jane Fonda did during the Vietnam War makes her the enemy. The proper word to describe her is “traitor.” Just mention her nomination for “Woman of the Year” and get your ass kicked.

10. Don’t try to discuss politics with a military member or a veteran. We are Americans and we all bleed the same regardless of our party affiliation. Our Chain of Command, is to include our commander in Chief. The President (for those who didn’t know) is our CIC regardless of political party. We have no inside track on what happens inside those big important buildings where all those representatives” meet. All we know is that when those civilian representatives screw up the situation, they call upon the military to go straighten it out. The military member might direct you to Oliver North. (I can see him kicking your ass already.)

11. “Your mama wears combat boots” never made sense to me … stop saying it! If she did, she would most likely be a vet and probably kick your ass!

12. Bin Laden and the Taliban are not communists, so stop saying “Let’s go kill those Commie’s!!!” And stop asking us where he is!!!! Crystal balls are not standard issue in the military. That reminds me … if you see anyone calling those damn psychic phone numbers; let me know, so I can go kick their ass.

13. Flyboy (Air Force), Jar Head (Marines), Grunt (Army), Squid (Navy) etc, are terms of endearment we use describing each other. Unless you are a service member or vet, you have not earned the right to use them. Could get your ass kicked.

14. Last but not least, whether or not you become a member of the military, support our troops and their families. Every Thanksgiving and religious holiday that you enjoy with family and friends please remember that there are, literally, thousands of sailors and troops far from home wishing they could be with their families. Thank God for our military and the sacrifices they make every day. Without them, our country would get its ass kicked.

H/T ..... HERE

I grinned......
Wollf

Just for laughs........

Ralph and Edna were both patients in a mental hospital.

One day while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool, Ralph suddenly jumped into the deep end. He sank to the bottom of the pool and stayed there. Edna promptly jumped in to save him. She swam to the bottom and pulled Ralph out.

When the Head Nurse became aware of Edna’s heroic act she immediately ordered her to be discharged from the hospital, as she now considered her to be mentally stable.

When she went to tell Edna the news she said, “Edna, I have good news and bad news. The good news is you’re being discharged; since you were able to rationally respond to a crisis by jumping in and saving the life of another patient, I have concluded that your act displays sound mindedness. The bad news is, Ralph, the patient you saved, hung himself with his bathrobe belt in the bathroom. I am so sorry, but he’s dead.”

Edna replied “He didn’t hang himself. I put him there to dry. How soon can I go

Monday, December 7, 2009

Green house gases.......

Oh fer Chrissakes People..........Here's the latest, and we all "know" that the Warmistas blame CO2.........

WASHINGTON (AP) - The Environmental Protection Agency has concluded greenhouse gases are endangering people's health and must be regulated, signaling that the Obama administration is prepared to contain global warming without congressional action if necessary

The EPA and the White House have said regulations on greenhouse gases will not be imminent even after an endangerment finding, saying that the administration would prefer that Congress act to limit such pollution through an economy-wide cap on carbon dioxide and other greenhouse gases.

......which is exactly the gas that we breate out.....then Plants breathe it in and "breathe" out Oxygen....that stuff that keeps us alive......yup, we're "possibly" in a warming cycle, but it's not because of You and Me....

It's all hype and Money, and Power, Folkes.....take This for an example. Another little known compound that is endangering our population, and in higher supply than even the CO2

Environmental Impact of Dihydrogen Monoxide

Due in part to its widespread use in industry, Dihydrogen Monoxide (DHMO) is involved in many environmental incidents each year. While most are unavoidable given current technology, there can be little doubt that the presence of DHMO in each significantly increases the negative impact to the environment.


Among the many commonly-sited DHMO-related environmental impacts are:

DHMO contributes to global warming and the "Greenhouse Effect", and is one of the so-called "greenhouse gasses."

DHMO is an "enabling component" of acid rain -- in the absence of sufficient quantities of DHMO, acid rain is not a problem.

DHMO is a causative agent in most instances of soil erosion -- sufficiently high levels of DHMO exacerbate the negative effects of soil erosion.

DHMO is present in high levels nearly every creek, stream, pond, river, lake and reservoir in the U.S. and around the world.

Measurable levels of DHMO have been verified in ice samples taken from both the Arctic and Antarctic ice caps.

Recent massive DHMO exposures have lead to the loss of life and destruction of property in California, the Mid-West, the Philippines, and a number of islands in the Caribbean, to name just a few.

Research has shown that significant levels of DHMO were found in the devastating Indian Ocean tsunami in 2004 which killed 230,000 in Indonesia, Thailand, Malaysia and elsewhere, making it the deadliest tsunami in recorded history.

It is widely believed that the levee failures, flooding and the widespread destruction resulting from Hurricane Katrina along the U.S. Gulf Coast in 2005 were caused or exacerbated by excessive DHMO levels found in the Gulf of Mexico, along with other contributing factors.

.......you catch on to this one? DiHydrogen Monoxide.....H2O......Water.

It all depends on the spin you put on it......CO2 is as important to our Planet as H2O, and to life itself on this Planet.

Note to Copenhagen......go enjoy the Pot and the Hookers, and leave my Planet the hell alone.
Prix.
Wollf

And Lest we Forget........

The number of WWII Vets still with us is dwindling.......


G-d Bless America's Greatest Generation.
And Thanks for answering the call, Dad.
Wollf

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Just thought I'd share........

......Many of you Folkes know about my home.....The Lair, filled with Love.....and Boyz and Animals........

Here's Uber Doggen, doing his Favorite thing, going for a Ride....Oh Boy!!!, well actually, just about Everything is Uber's Favorite thing......


.....Including snuggling with his new Lil' Brother, Tiberius....see the Fox in the dude? Trouble and Laughter are his middle names.......

This is a recurring Visitor that we gat at the Lair.....haven't named her yet, but the Little Gurl has a real penchant for grapes........

.....And finally for this morning, took this .....duh, obviously, just before Halloween.....that's my Dragn and Grandcub, 'Xander. He wasn't really very pleased looking in his Dinosaur costume.......

Love you guys....gotta go, remind me to tell you of my "Adventures with the Dentist" next time....
Wollf

Friday, December 4, 2009

Congressional Candidate Lieutenant Colonel Allen West.....

......Thank G-d I don't live in South Florida.....but if I did, This Man would get my Vote....


.....Can you believe a Politician speaking like that?
Wow.
Wollf

Thursday, December 3, 2009

.........Well, just enjoy something cute.....

……for those of you who don’t know, my darling Spousal Unit Dragn, is The Band Director at our local Middle School.

There’s Srsly not a musical I’ve seen her pick up that she can’t play with talent….it’s really amazing to me.

But that, coupled with her Love of Life and in particular Animals, causes me to occasionally walk into surprises at The Lair………..

Enjoy the Hampster Intermediate Jazz Band………

.....and before I forget, None of you Ladies in the audience have ever slept with Tiger Woods, right?

Sorry, from the News reports, it's seeming as though Everybody has.......

Wollf

But Where's Arnold?........

....."Green Fakers"......


*That would be the Pork*.....
I enjoyed that.....now, off to Work with you....
Wollf

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

A Musical Interlude........

.......honoring our Conservative Girls..........

Now. Go about your day with that bouncing around in your head.
Wollf

Because of Dragn in the Comments........


Wollf Hates the movie..........

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

......The New Leader of the GOP?........


This Art was done by none other than one of Wollf's Fave Bloggers, S.Weasel ........

The Onion, the wonderfully funny, satirical Faux News Blog, has their own take on it.....well basically, they made Her idea a Video.........




Hilarious, Guys and Gals......but it seems that Credit should be given, dontcha think?

So, there you go.....I'll give credit. Miss Weasel grasciously let's anyone purloin her creations, and she tickles my funny bone often.......

Funny stuff at both sites, srsly.
Wollf

Oh I Lourves this one........

.............From a Vegas paper.........

To the editor:

I don't understand why the White House is so upset about the two party crashers at Barack Obama's steak dinner the other night.

Is it really appropriate and politically correct to call them party crashers just because they trespassed on Mr. Obama? Does that make them criminals? Isn't that discrimination? Shouldn't they be rewarded for such bold and brave behavior? Maybe they were just trying to feed their family?

I would suggest that it's more appropriate to call them "undocumented guests."
Just because they weren't officially invited doesn't mean they should be treated like criminals. Maybe they should get free health care, free housing, free legal services and free White House green cards so next time they can enter legally. And they should be able to bring all of their relatives and family members, too.

How can Mr. Obama be mad at them just because they crossed over some arbitrary man-made border? They were there only to do the things that regularly invited guests didn't want to do. (Like hang out with Joe Biden.)

How can the White House punish these poor oppressed undocumented visitors?

Brian K. Shoemake

Brian, whoever you are, feel free to look me up for a Beer......

*Undocumented Visitors, indeed*
Wollf....Politically Incorrect

Monday, November 30, 2009

I have no idea..........

.....how in the heck some People get involved in this silly a$$ed Blog, or how I have a 539 rating on Technorati....'specially with the drivel that I spill....

That being said, I got an e-mail from Kate at Rightpundits regarding some "fun" regarding Prez. Obama's Speech tomorrow evening.....

Heck, who am I to argue with the "Serious Bloggers"?...Here's the info.....

Tomorrow, Tuesday - December 1st, Right Pundits will be live streaming Obama's Speech on Afghanistan at 8:00 pm eastern / 5:00 pm western.

We will also be live blogging it beginning at 7:45 pm eastern so please join us for vigorous and thoughtful debate, fun (warning: may include polls and drinking games), and yes, some good natured snark!

We would also appreciate it very much if you would mention this on your own blogs for any of your readership who may want to join us for this special event.


Thanks as always,

Kate


Cathryn Friar Stokes
Managing Editor
Right Pundits News Division

*I particularly like the idea of Drinking Games....I'm going with the "Over" on the number of "Uh's" in the Speech*

End Snark,
Wollf

Tell me that YOU see it.........

And PLEASE, Somebody tell me that it's a Photoshop........


That's what I'm going to believe.....oh, didn't notice the problem?

What hand has your wedding ring on it? ....I'll give you a moment to check......dum...da dee...dum....

There, figure it out?

If, and as I said, I'm assuming it MUST be, it's a damm good one, not just a reverse image......

Krap.

Oh hope you all had a Great Thanksgiving weekend, we surely did at the Lair....
Stories coming up soon.....
Wollf

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

hAPPY tHANKSGIVING!!!!

......From our house, The Lair. to yours......I have a LOT to be Thankful for this year.....including all of you silly People who visit here.......

....Ham? ....sorry, No Can Do......

Oh, and this last weekend, Dragn got a Bee in her Bonnet, and we Decorated!!!
Here's a sampling.......That's my little red jeep, all dolled up as a sleigh....

Yippee.....

Have a Great Weekend....Four Days of Nuthin'....
Wollf and Dragn and all the Cubs.....

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

A Public Service Announcement......

This one is for my Mom, who a lot of you know, passed away in August of Breast Cancer, with thoughts and prayers for Digi's Friend, and a big thanks to Dammit Woman for e-mailing this to me.

Emily Somers, created, directed and choreographed this in Portland last week for her Medline glove division as a fundraiser for breast cancer awareness. This was all her idea to help promote their new pink gloves. I don't know how she got so many employees, doctors and patients to participate, but it started to really catch on and they all had a lot of fun doing it.



When the video gets 1 million hits, Medline will be making a huge contribution to the hospital, as well as offering free mammograms for the community. Please check it out. It's an easy and great way to donate to a wonderful cause, and who hasn't been touched by breast cancer.



Ann Somers



Ok, the dancing may not have got you going, but it sure is an easy way to donate.....

So watch the damm thing, won't you?
Thanks,
Wollf

Man discovers his long-lost dad is Charles Manson

........that is a harsh surprise......

A US man has spoken of his anguish after discovering his long-lost father is apparently the notorious serial killer Charles Manson.

Matthew Roberts, 41, tracked down his biological mother after she put him up for adoption in 1968.

But he sank into depression after the woman revealed his dad is none other than the jailed cult leader.



Mr Roberts' real mother claimed he was born after Manson raped her in a drug-fuelled orgy in 1967.

The son, who bears a striking resemblance to the killer, said: "I didn't want to believe it. I was frightened and angry. It's like finding out that Adolf Hitler is your father.

"I'm a peaceful person - trapped in the face of a monster."

.....But Dude......shave the goatee, you'll get over it. I hope.

*Side question, why hasn't someone shivved this skcumbag?*
Wollf

Monday, November 23, 2009

From Hugo......to Nick.......

.....that would be Nick Adams, from an entire Continent that appreciates the United States and what we Really Stand for.....and Against, (see next post).....

Needless to say, I like this Man.
Wollf

Good ol' Hugo.......

.......at it again....

President Hugo Chávez has lauded Carlos the Jackal, the Venezuelan terrorist notorious for a series of bombings, kidnappings and hijackings across Europe, as a "revolutionary fighter" unjustly imprisoned for trying to defend the Palestinian people.

The leftist Venezuelan leader praised Carlos — whose real name is Ilich Ramirez Sánchez — as "one of the great fighters of the Palestinian Liberation Organisation", denying he was a terrorist and claiming his lifetime imprisonment in France was unfair.

Ilich Ramirez Sanchez was involved in the Opec Bombings at their headquarters in Vienna in 1075 and is touted to have been the “godfather” of the 1972 Terrorist attacks on Israeli athletes at the Olympics......

The fiery anti-American leader has sought to defend many leaders he said were wrongly branded "bad guys", heaping praise on Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, who is to visit Venezuela later this week, and the Zimbabwean leader Robert Mugabe, who he called "brothers".

He drew the wrath of Ugandans after casting doubt on the crimes of the Ugandan dictator Idi Amin, calling him a great leader…..

He recently hosted Mr Mugabe at a summit on Margarita Island in Venezuela and invited the Sudanese President Omar Al-Bashir to Caracas after claiming that the international warrant for his arrest over the genocide in Darfur was based on racism.

He has also forged ties with President Alexander Lukashenko of Belarus, often said to be Europe’s last dictator, and has built a military alliance with Moscow, visiting both countries as part of a recent tour that also included Iran, Syria, Algeria and Libya........

Hugo Chavez is a deranged dictator.....plain and simple. We have to give him credibility only in that he is a dangerous man to the world. Lots of money from oil, an iron fist with his People, ready to start a war with his neighboring Colombia.....

Look at his heroes and friends....tells you a lot about any fellow.

I know someone else like that......hmmmm

Political worrying complete.
For now.
Wollf

Friday, November 20, 2009

The Talking Dog........

.....From my Innertoobs friend aA...

A guy is driving around the back woods of Montana and he sees a sign in front of a broken down shanty-style house: 'Talking Dog For Sale ' He rings the bell and the owner appears and tells him the dog is in the backyard.

The guy goes into the backyard and sees a nice looking Labrador retriever sitting there.

'You talk?' he asks.

'Yep,' the Lab replies.

After the guy recovers from the shock of hearing a dog talk, he says 'So, what's your story?'

The Lab looks up and says, 'Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young. I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA. In no time at all they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping.'

'I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years running. But the jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't getting any younger so I decided to settle down. I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security, wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings and was awarded a batch of medals.' 'I got married, had a mess of puppies, and now I'm just retired.'

The guy is amazed..

He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog.

'Ten dollars,' the guy says.

'Ten dollars? This dog is amazing! Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?'

'Because he's a liar. He never did any of that shit....

*By the way, the picture is of Uber.....and he Never tells a falsehood.....*
Wollf

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Just in case you get a check ...

Sometime this year, we taxpayers will again receive an Economic Stimulus
payment.

This is a very exciting program. I'll explain it using the Q
and A format:

Q. What is an Economic Stimulus payment?
A. It is money that the federal government will send to taxpayers.
Q. Where will the government get this money?
A. From taxpayers...
Q. So the government is giving me back my own money?
A. Only a smidgen.
Q. What is the purpose of this payment?
A. The plan is for you to use the money to purchase a high-definition TV set, thus stimulating the economy.
Q. But isn't that stimulating the economy of Asia ?
A. Shut up or you don't get your check.

Below is some helpful advice on how to best help the US economy by
spending your stimulus check wisely:

1 If you spend the stimulus money at Wal-Mart, your money will go to China.
2 If you spend it on gasoline, your money will go to Saudi Arabia .
3 If you purchase a computer, it will go to India .
4 If you purchase fruit and vegetables, it will go to Mexico , Honduras and Guatemala .
5 If you buy a car, it will go to Japan or Korea .
6 If you purchase useless plastic stuff, it will go to Taiwan .
7 If you pay off your credit cards, or buy stock, it will go to pay management bonuses and be hidden in offshore accounts.

Instead, you can keep the money in America by:
1 spending it at yard sales or flea markets, or
2 going to baseball or football games, or
3 hiring prostitutes, or
4 buying cheap beer or
5 getting tattoos.

These are the only wholly-American-owned businesses still operating in the US .

Conclusion:

The best way to stimulate the economy is to go to a ball game with a prostitute that you met at a yard sale and drink beer all day until
you're drunk enough to go get tattooed.

Yup, I have Tatoos.....hmm, maybe I need to go to Confession, though last time I did.......

Fr.Mike fainted.....srsly.
Wollf

To my Police Friends.......

........That's a surprising bunch of you.....

You Just might be a Cop if......

You have the bladder capacity of five people

You have ever restrained someone and it was not a sexual experience

You believe that 50% of people are a waste of good air

Your idea of a good time is a “man with a gun” call

You conduct a criminal record check on anyone who seems friendly towards you

You believe in the aerial spraying of Prozac and birth control pills

You disbelieve 90% of what you hear and 75% of what you see

You have your weekends off planned for a year

You believe the government should require a permit to reproduce

You refer to your favorite restaurant by the intersection at which it’s located

You have ever wanted to hold a seminar entitled: “Suicide…getting it Right the first time.

You ever had to put the phone on hold before you begin laughing uncontrollably

You think caffeine should be available in IV form

You believe anyone who says, “I only had two beers” is going to blow more than a .O8

You find out a lot about paranoia just by following people around

Anyone has ever said to you, “There are people killing other people out there and you are here messing with me.”

People flag you down on the street and ask you directions to strange places … and you know where it’s located

You can discuss where you are going to eat with your partner while standing over a dead body

You are the only person introduced at social gatherings by profession. (ISN’T THIS THE TRUTH!)

You walk into places and people think it’s high comedy to grab their buddy and shout, “They’ve come to get you, Bill.”

You do not see daylight from November until May

People shout, “I didn’t do it!” when you walk into a room and think they’re being hugely funny and original

A week’s worth of laundry consists of 5 T-shirts, 5 pairs of socks,and 5 pairs of underwear

You’ve ever referred to Tuesday as “my weekend”, or “this is my Friday.”

You’ve ever written off guns and ammunition as a business deduction

You believe that unspeakable evils will befall you if anyone says, “Boy, it sure is quiet tonight.”

Discussing dismemberment over a meal seems perfectly normal to you

You find humor in other people’s stupidity

You have left more meals on the restaurant table than you’ve eaten

You feel good when you hear “these handcuffs are too tight.”

You know it's true......
via e-mail,
Wollf

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

When Bowing doesn't cut it anymore........

Move right on up to Submissive Urination.........


Shi-ite......my dammed Fox-Huahua doesn't even pee himself.......

Respectfully snitched from S.Weasel
Heh....again
Wollf

Obama Jokes



The Assumption Parish Sheriffs Department
reported finding a man's body in Belle River
just south of the Spunky Monkey Tavern.

The man's name will not be released until his family has been notified.

The victim apparently drowned after consuming an excessive amount of alcohol.

He was wearing black fishnet stockings,
a red garter belt with matching bra,
bright red lipstick, eye shadow,
and an Obama T-shirt.

The deputy removed the Obama T-shirt
to spare his family any unnecessary embarrassment.

--------------------

This says it all:

I sat, as did millions of other Americans,
and watched as the government underwent
a peaceful transition of power a few months ago.
At first, I felt a swell of pride and patriotism
while Barack Obama took his Oath of office.

However, all that pride quickly vanished
as I later watched 21 Marines,
in full dress uniform with rifles, fire a 21-gun salute to the President.
It was then that I realized how far America 's Military had deteriorated..

Every one of them missed.

Heh.......

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Ok.........

.......So I feel Romantic......Sue me. *Well, not you, Digi...you're a Lawyer and all......*

Every single word of this song, even though it's by a tree hugging nut wad....speaks to me, and it's All about my Dragn.......

And....NO.....I'm neither in trouble nor horney....Sheesh!

There's something in the way she moves,
Or looks my way, or calls my name,
That seems to leave this troubled world behind.
And if I'm feeling down and blue,
Or troubled by some foolish game,
She always seems to make me change my mind.

Chorus:
And I feel fine anytime she's around me now,
She's around me now
Just about all the time
And if I'm well you can tell she's been with me now,
She's been with me now quite a long, long time
And I feel fine.

Every now and then the things I lean on lose their meaning
And I find myself careening
Into places where I should not let me go.
She has the power to go where no one else can find me
And to silently remind me
Of the happiness and the good times that I know, got to know.

Chorus:
And I feel fine anytime she's around me now,
She's around me now
Just about all the time
And if I'm well you can tell she's been with me now,
She's been with me now quite a long, long time
And I feel fine.

It isn't what she's got to say
But how she thinks and where she's been
To me, the words are nice, the way they sound
I like to hear them best that way
It doesn't much matter what they mean
If she says them mostly just to calm me down

Chorus:
And I feel fine anytime she's around me now,
She's around me now
Just about all the time
And if I'm well you can tell she's been with me now,
She's been with me now quite a long, long time
And I feel fine.

I've been a LOT of places, done a LOT of questionable things, hell, done a LOT of things that would turn the stomach of most any Person.......'spescially Liberal folkes.......

And I have a few issues.....TBI, ADD, a bit of PTSD I 'spose...but you know what? When I get off of work and head out, the thing I want the most is to be with my Dragn........

Sure, sometimes I swing by the watering hole, but I finally feel Whole when I'm with her......

Karla....oh, that's her name......I Love you.
Wollf

Picture Cleaning Day........

.......Oh come on, you look forward to it.....

Ransom in his Halloween Costume......hmmmm, is that a costume? He's been acting strangely.......

Nothing to say except, "Yup"......

I guess this is the proof....Polar Bears just can't read.......

If Bueracrats wrote signs.......

Safe as a puppy in a Soldiers pocket........

......and finally, Dragn's morning cup of Joe........

Because when I'm in picture cleaning mode.........

That is all.....steal as you wish, that's how I got 'em.......
Wollf

Monday, November 16, 2009

Car Testing....the G-Whiz......

No Politics, no WTF is our President bowing to another leader, no WTF are they thinking, bringing bringing the mastermind murderer back to New York just blocks from Ground Zero, no complaints about anything today.....

I had a wonderful weekend with Dragn, Wolfie the Elder, and Lil' Wolfie....so I'm going to hold on to my darn good mood........

And this short Video just absolutely does it for me.

Those of you who have honored me by a visit to The Lair might recognize that that "guest actor" is exactly our Breakfast Room table.........



Heh....didn't expect THAT, did you?

As for our house, it's my 3/4 ton GMC Truck and Dragn's Avalanche.....don't need my Table making a laughing stock of me or my vehicles.....

I mean, srsly......the friggin table didn't even move.......
Wollf...Gas Guzzler, little car smooshin, SUV driver.....

Friday, November 13, 2009

This one's close to home.......

Our Ops Manager at work....his Son's Best Friend, Lt.Brian Giroux, on a routine resupply mission in 'Ghanistan.......

Folkes, take it from me.....there is no such thing as routine......

From NPR

One of the most lethal areas in Afghanistan for U.S. troops is the Arghandab Valley, a Taliban stronghold just outside the southern city of Kandahar.

The Army's 5th Stryker Brigade Combat Team from Fort Lewis, Wash., patrols the area, facing the risk of huge roadside bombs.

One platoon already has lost 11 soldiers, and several more were seriously wounded — about one-third of the force.

One day last week, more bad news crackled over the radio: a Taliban attack and casualties in 2nd Platoon.

Responding to the call, 1st Sgt. Charles Burrow of Charlie Company orders soldiers to mount their eight-wheeled armored vehicles, called Strykers. They race toward a plume of smoke, rising above the trees just a half-mile away.

"When we get there, I need you to bring medic and link up with me. Bring whatever first aid stuff you got, and a smoke grenade," Burrow says into the radio.

The Strykers cross a bridge. A cluster of Afghan men and children look nervously at the passing convoy.

The Army vehicles bounce through a wide and barren field, alongside a dirt road. In the middle of that road, they see every soldier's nightmare: a Stryker flipped over, flames and thick black smoke pouring out — the work of a roadside bomb.

An Explosion, Then Gunfire

Bursts of automatic rifle fire rattle. Other soldiers are crouched in a drainage ditch, firing their weapons toward a tree line about 300 yards away. The Taliban have mounted what is called a "complex attack," a roadside bomb followed by a wave of fire from AK-47s.

Spc. Riley Sheffield of Boise, Idaho, looks toward a tree line as insurgents fire on the convoy, just after the roadside bomb exploded. Soldiers from Charlie Company exchanged fire with insurgents for over an hour.


Spc. Riley Sheffield of Boise, Idaho, looks toward a tree line as insurgents fire on the convoy, just after the roadside bomb exploded. Soldiers from Charlie Company exchanged fire with insurgents for over an hour.

Gunfire crackles from both sides as the Strykers open up with their machine guns and grenade launchers.

Burrow and others move up the road, under fire, toward the wounded. Two Kiowa helicopters come over the mountains and buzz angrily just above the tree line, keeping watch for the soldiers on the ground and looking for enemies to strike.
Some of the soldiers have already jumped into the bomb crater and dug out two survivors from the roadside blast.

This platoon was supposed to be on light duty back at their base. They had lost seven men just the week before in another roadside bomb attack. On this day, they were out on a routine resupply mission down a road they often use, and got hit again.

The soldiers are still taking enemy fire, but Burrow tries to bring some order, telling some of his men to shoot toward the tree line, while directing others to take care of two wounded soldiers.

"You doin' OK?" Burrow asks one of his wounded comrades.

"I'm good, yeah," the injured man replies.

Tending The Wounded.........

Lt. Brian Giroux was riding in the back of the Stryker when it flipped over, leaving him partially trapped in a crater 7 feet deep and some 28 feet across. Giroux has two broken bones in his leg.

Burrow still doesn't know how many people were in the Stryker that was hit. So he asks the other wounded soldier, Sgt. Marquel Mendiola, who is face down on a stretcher, a trace of blood crusted on his lips.

"How many total were in the truck?" Burrow asks.

"There were four of us," the wounded sergeant responds, identifying the two others: Spc. Gary Gooch and Spc. Aaron Aamot.

Gooch, 22 of Ocala, Fla., and Aamot, 22, of Custer, Wash., were in the front of the Stryker when the bomb exploded. The body of one is trapped under the burning vehicle. The other body is nowhere to be seen.

"Gooch, Aamot, you and LT — that's it, right?" Burrow says, confirming that four were in the vehicle.

While some soldiers look for their missing comrades, others attend to the wounded. Mendiola is lucky; he only has a broken ankle.]

A medical evacuation helicopter lands in the field, and soldiers carry the sergeant and the lieutenant to the chopper.

Mourning The Dead...........

Back at the Stryker vehicle, soldiers work desperately to put out the flames around the body of Gooch. They pry a piece of metal away and pull him out into the open. The other soldiers find the body of Aamot out in a field.

As one of the bodies is put into a body bag, another soldier leans over and touches the bag and says: "God bless you, brother."

Meanwhile, some soldiers are in a ditch and pointing their weapons toward a mud hut in the distance, about 500 yards away. Rounds of ammunition inside the burning Stryker are basically cooking — popping off every few minutes.

Other soldiers are collecting pieces of the Stryker. A transmission sitting in the dirt road was blown about 50 yards away from the blast site.

More than an hour passes. The firefight is over. The soldiers move quietly through the fields, carefully gathering remnants: another piece of the engine, a helmet, a single combat boot. It will be dark soon, and they will have to return tomorrow to finish the job.

Sunset, A Flight And A Prayer.........
As the sun begins to set, Burrow says it is time for the "angel flight" for the two men killed in action. "Angel flight" is the term for the helicopter that carries away the dead — the first step that will bring these men back to their families. The helicopter lifts off with the bodies of the two soldiers from the Stryker brigade.

Later that night, back at their base on a hill just above the road where the Stryker was hit, the battalion's chaplain, Gary Lewis, gathers soldiers from Charlie Company. He heaves a sigh and begins: "All right, let's pray for our brothers now."

The soldiers huddle together in twos and threes, sharing a prayer written on slips of white paper. Their faces are illuminated in a circle of flashlights.

"We just saw them today, having fun with them, with the puppies and that. Now we have to let them go. God the Father," the chaplain continues with his prayer.

In the morning, many of the soldiers will rise before dawn and make their way down the mountain to recover the Stryker, which continues to burn.

It's past Veteran's Day....Don't forget them....and I think VALOR IT is still taking donations.....do it in the name of Army this time.....

G-d Bless our Men and Women at arms.....greiev for those lost, and rejoice in those that are making it home, help those who are injured.....

*Lt. Giroux is on his way home from Germany as I write this*
Wollf

Something you've never seen before........

......but of course with a great sound track.

For your Friday Cultural enjoyment, "Ode to Joy"......*with toy cars being blown up in slow motion*........



Of COURSE they go together, don't question my taste.....
Wollf

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Obama Rejects National Security Team's Plan.......

WASHINGTON -- After months of deliberating, President Obama opted not to accept any of the Afghanistan war options presented by his national security team, pushing instead for revisions to clarify how and when U.S. troops would turn over responsibility to the Afghan government, a senior administration official said Wednesday.

That stance comes in the midst of forceful reservations about a possible troop buildup from the U.S. ambassador in Afghanistan, Karl Eikenberry, according to a second top administration official.

In strongly worded classified cables to Washington, Eikenberry said he had misgivings about sending in new troops while there are still so many questions about the leadership of Afghan President Hamid Karzai.

Instead, a possible plan by the POTUS would be to withdraw all troops currently in Afghanistan and invade Greenland.

It makes sense, as Greenland is a lot easier to subdue, the Government is not corrupt and is friendly to the United States, and he could chock up a much needed military win during his Presidency.........

Meanwhile, Troops are being killed while he makes up his mind.

Dammit.
Wollf

On the lighter side.....I woke up on Veteran's Day without a hint of a hangover....Tipped two beers to the Marine Corps and headed back to the Lair. Amazing what having a Wife that you enjoy being with will do for a guy's late nights.

Thanks for being you, Miss Dragn.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

The Beginning, 10 November 1775........


Ask any Marine. Just ask. He will tell you that the Marine Corps was born in Tun Tavern on 10 November 1775. But, beyond that the Marine's recollection for detail will probably get fuzzy. So, here is the straight scoop:

In the year 1685, Samuel Carpenter built a huge "brew house" in Philadelphia. He located this tavern on the waterfront at the corner of Water Street and Tun Alley. The old English word tun means a cask, barrel, or keg of beer. So, with his new beer tavern on Tun Alley, Carpenter elected to christen the new waterfront brewery with a logical name, Tun Tavern.

Tun Tavern quickly gained a reputation for serving fine beer. Beginning 47 years later in 1732, the first meetings of the St. John's No. 1 Lodge of the Grand Lodge of the Masonic Temple were held in the tavern. An American of note, Benjamin Franklin, was its third Grand Master. Even today the Masonic Temple of Philadelphia recognizes Tun Tavern as the birthplace of Masonic teachings in America.

Roughly ten years later in the early 1740s, the new proprietor expanded Tun Tavern and gave the addition a new name, "Peggy Mullan's Red Hot Beef Steak Club at Tun Tavern." The new restaurant became a smashing commercial success and was patronized by notable Americans. In 1747 the St. Andrews Society, a charitable group dedicated to assisting poor immigrants from Scotland, was founded in the tavern.

Nine years later, then Col. Benjamin Franklin organized the Pennsylvania Militia. He used Tun Tavern as a gathering place to recruit a regiment of soldiers to go into battle against the Indian uprisings that were plaguing the American colonies. George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, and the Continental Congress later met in Tun Tavern as the American colonies prepared for independence from the English Crown.

On November 10, 1775, the Continental Congress commissioned Samuel Nicholas to raise two Battalions of Marines. That very day, Nicholas set up shop in Tun Tavern. He appointed Robert Mullan, then the proprietor of the tavern, to the job of chief Marine Recruiter -- serving, of course, from his place of business at Tun Tavern. Prospective recruits flocked to the tavern, lured by (1) cold beer and (2) the opportunity to serve in the new Corps of Marines. So, yes, the U.S. Marine Corps was indeed born in Tun Tavern. Needless to say, both the Marine Corps and the tavern thrived during this new relationship.

Tun Tavern still lives today......though in Atlantic City and in all our Hearts.... And, Tun Tavern beer is still readily available.

An E-mail from my Buddy Gunney "G".....

Lt Dave,

The National Science Foundation announced the following study results on U.S. military recreation preferences:

1. Sport of choice for Marines: bowling.

2. Sport of choice for Sailors: football.

3. Sport of choice for Soldiers: baseball.

4. Sport of choice for Coast Guardsmen: tennis.

5. Sport of choice for Airmen: golf.

Notice how the farther down the list you go, the smaller their balls get.

Yup......I s'pose I shouldn't argue with the old Gunney....heh
Wollf

Happy Birfday.........

To The Few, The Proud.....The Marines........


Wollf will be tipping a few with The Old Breed this evening at Corrigan's in Thousand Oaks.....Come on down if you're in the neighborhood.

Semper Fi, Dad, Brother, Niece and Nephew, Grand and Great Grand Fathers.
Wollf

VIA MIKE THE MARINE

Monday, November 9, 2009

Well, the Bill got by by the House.......

But I was wondering.......

While discussing the upcoming Universal Health Care Program with my Loving Spousal Unit the other day, I think we have found the solution.

I am sure you have heard the ideas that if you're a senior you need to suck it up and give up the idea that you need any health care.

A new hip? Unheard of.

We simply can't afford to take care of you anymore.

You don't need any medications for your high blood pressure, diabetes, heart problems, etc. Let's take care of the young people. After all, they will be ruling the world very soon.

So here is the solution..........

When you turn 70, you get a gun and 3 bullets. You are allowed to shoot one senator and 2 representatives.

Of course, you will be sent to prison where you will get 3 meals a day, a roof over your head and all the health care you need!

New teeth, great!

Need glasses, no problem!

New hip, knee, kidney, lung, heart? Well, bring it on.

And who will be paying for all of this?

The same government that just told you that you are too old for health care. And, since you are a prisoner, you don't have to pay any income tax.

H/T Denny.....how friggin' great that would be.....

*Oh....Give $$ to the Marines!!*
Wollf

Friday, November 6, 2009

About our Soldiers.........

.....You may well have read this before, but it bears repeating, what with the Horrific acts of violence yesterday at Ft.Hood in Texas......

And as a reminder of why it's important to support or JOIN Valor IT in the Posting below......

1/2 Boy 1/2 Man

If you read this, you WILL forward it on.
You just won't be able to stop yourself.

The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired,
tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society
as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind
the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his
country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his
own car than wash his father's, but he has never collected unemployment
either.



He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student,
pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and
has a
steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to
be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and
roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and a 155mm howitzer.

He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is
working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk.. He has trouble
spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him,
but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less
time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun
or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must.

He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional.

He can march until he is told to stop,
or stop until he is told to march.



He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without
spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient.

He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps
his canteens full and his feet dry.

He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He
can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts.

If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his
food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when
you run low.

He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were
his hands.

He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job.

He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay, and
still find ironic humor in it all.

He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short
lifetime.

He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in
combat and is unashamed.


He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while
at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to 'square-away '
those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even
stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he
defends their right to be disrespectful.

Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying
the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the
American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years.


He has asked nothing in return, except
our friendship and understanding..
Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with
his blood.

And now we even have women over there in danger, doing their part in this
tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so.


As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot. . .

A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their helmets.



'Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands.

Protect them as they protect us.
Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in
our time of need. Amen.'

When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our
ground troops in Afghanistan , sailors on ships, and airmen in the air,
and for those in Iraq , Afghanistan and all foreign countries.

They deserve it......

Of all the gifts you could give a US Soldier, Sailor, Coastguardsman,
Marine, or Airman, prayer is the very best one.

The second best is to donate to Valor I T....or at least join the show, I picked Marines...you know why.
G-d Bless you my Friends
Wollf