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

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.....

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

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

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

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

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.......

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

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.....

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

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.

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

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

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

What happened whilst I was sleeping?

......No, I'm Serious, dammit.

Ok, so what's on Wollf's addled mind this morning?

The Weblog Awards, that's what......no, not wondering if I'll win anything, fer Cripes sake....more than likely won't get a nomination.....

But.....I did bip on over to the site at WEBLOG AWARDS to see what it was all about, and what did I find?

Nominations are in all sorts of categories, listed by content, interests and of all things....Size....that's in order to level the playing field for us "Little" backwater Blogs.....sounds like a good idea to me, and considering this little slice of the innertoobs to be VERY unimportant, I figured I'd visit this Rating Site, Technorati......

And see just how Teensy we are here at Howling at the Moon....

I about clunked on my keyboard.

Technorati "Authority" for Howls = 501 which really messes badly with my little blog notions.....you see, if somebody decides to nominate this place.....it's in thebest VERY LARGE blog category....Very Large?????

What the heck is wrong with this world?

Look....Proof.....



Ok....the world can come back to order.
That was fun....maybe not for you Folkes, but...yannow?
Thanks for visiting.

Oh, and give to Valor I T below...the USMC has landed, and are kicking butts and not bothering to take names. We're well ahead of Army at this point, and I'm taking partial credit....seeing as I'm a Very Large Blogger and all.....

Kidding....all praises should be bestowed upon CASSANDRA at Villainous Company, a devoted Marine Corps Wife Unit.....

Oh.....ADD acting up this morning, so....something cute for your coffee....
Red Fox goes Hunting.....little cousin is darned cute...


Non sequiter is my middle name.
Wollf

Oops....Forgot to keep this on Top.....

Regular Blogging Below the Valor IT......it stays on top....(I think)....

Yup, it's that time of year again where we show our support to the Troops with our wallets.

Give a Marine, Soldier, Airman, Sailor or Coastie a hand, won't you?

Of Course I chose the Marines......

I'm trying to figure out how to keep this at the Top till the end.....Dragn, a little help?


Sillies....
Hmmmph.
Wollf

USMC- Valor I T.......

"The Devil's Anvil".......that's what they called Peleliu in the Palau Islands, WWII.

One of the bloodiest Battles in the South Pacific. My Sire was there, Silver Star, Two Bronze Stars and Three Purple Hearts.....Still can't get through a metal detector at the age of 89........

This is what He, and Momma, looked like back then.....


And these are a couple of screen shots of His Story as told in the book, "The Devil's Anvil"........




Click the link in the next Post and give to the Marines.....they've fought for you for over 230 years.....

Give a little back, or Join the Team and get the widget....all with just a couple clicks.

Our Anniversary is coming up in a few days......Here's The Commandant's Address for 2009.....Semper Fi.


And yes.....I'll get back to fun or frivolous or personal ramblings quite shortly.....
Sheesh, you People.
Wollf

On Exercise...........

The Importance of Walking

Walking can add minutes to your life.
This enables you at 85 years old
to spend an additional 5 months in a nursing
home at $7000 per month.

My grandpa started walking
five miles a day when he was 60.
Now he's 97 years old
and we don't know where the hell he is.

I like long walks,
especially when they are taken
by people who annoy me.

The only reason I would take up walking
is so that I could hear heavy breathing again.

I have to walk early in the morning,
before my brain figures out what I'm doing..

I joined a health club last year,
spent about 400 bucks.
Haven't lost a pound.
Apparently you have to go there..

Every time I hear the dirty word 'exercise',
I wash my mouth out with chocolate.

I do have flabby thighs,
but fortunately my stomach covers them.

The advantage of exercising every day
is so when you die, they'll say,
'Well, she looks good doesn't she.'

If you are going to try cross-country skiing,
start with a small country.

I know I got a lot of exercise
the last few years,......
just getting over the hill.

We all get heavier as we get older,
because there's a lot more information in our heads.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

AND

Every time I start thinking too much
about how I look,
I just find a Happy Hour
and by the time I leave,
I look just fine.

Srsly.

Another reason why I'm on the Marine Team.....

Valor IT.......and welcome to Club Leatherneck.....

Semper Fi.....and give a bit more to our wonded.

You can afford it.
Wollf

GrandCubbies came to visit......

.......evryone had a great time....well, except for 'Xander......don't think he cared much for his Lizard costume.......

Dragn liked it though......
Heh