First this:

“And it’s not surprising then they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren’t like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations.”

Then this:

“Now I am the first to admit that some of the words I chose I chose badly, because as my wife reminds me, I’m not perfect. She reminds me of this frequently, and events often remind me as well,”

We’ve never had a perfect President, we’ve never had a man that came close; but never has a man so continuously reminded us of his fallen nature.


So, B. Hussein Obama’s understanding of Whitey is that, when times get tough, he clings to “guns or religion”? He believes anti-immigration (presumably anti-illegal immigration) and anti-trade (again, anti-free trade, probably) are the products of frustrations and unemployment and too little reliance on the federal government to solve our problems.

I own guns. I am employed. Though not religious, I am a spiritual man– he’d probably miss the difference anyway. I am anti-illegal immigration. I am anti-free trade. My only frustration is with politicians and other morons who cannot comprehend or accurately summarize my views. I am simultaneously everything he describes and nothing he describes.

Hillary is pure evil, but she ain’t Muslim, she ain’t this retarded, and she – though elitist and disingenuous – isn’t this disengaged. Obama wants to preside over all and represent the racist Muslim wealthy black community.

And the majority of the population wants this guy to be the next President why?

Certain retarded elements have recently posted on these pages and tried to bring into question Wayne’s bad ass-ness. I gotta say, with conviction, that will not stand.

Some have asked for my address and any manner of description or identifier. For those elements, I provide this.


See my guns? You play with the bull; you get the horns – or something!

That’s right, Baby; I got guns, I got ammo, I got Guitar Hero: I am the total package.

Wayne rules much ass!


You wish you had the Fading Glory mullet, because the mullet does indeed make the man.

Eight teenagers have been arrested in Lakeland, Fla., on charges that they allegedly beat another teen in an "animalistic attack" so they could make a videotape to post on YouTube.
- recent AP article

Later in the article, this nugget of pure brilliance is birthed by the beaten-down, deformed cheerleader’s father.

"I'm very upset with these Internet sites," he said. "As far as I'm concerned, MySpace is the anti-Christ for children. I'm going to carry this as far as I can.”

He seems to be under the mistaken impression that a deviant group of internet sites kicked his daughter’s ass. And why does he hate MySpace?

Is there no accountability? Hell, the kids that beat his daughter were white, he can say any mean, terrible, hateful thing he wants about them – but, alas, it ain’t a hate crime: whitey can’t be a victim of a hate crime, only the perpetrator.

The beatee’s mother and father went on to humiliate her further with these grammatical atrocities:

"These Web sites are creating a space for criminal activity, beating, fights. MySpace, MTV's 'Jackass,' they are enticing our children and desensitizing out children. Now, if they create the best shock video, they are the heroes. They think it is top dollar."

"She didn't deserve to be beat down like a dog,"

"Just the shock of it happening to you and seeing your daughter in a deformity, that was horrific,"

Parenting: F
English: F-

Many who read (hell, who am I kidding: you 5 that read) this page might recall the Iranian hostage crisis that signified the leadership of President Jimmy Carter. Jimmy’s diplomatic solution to the situation was, “Please release our hostages or we will ask again that you please release our hostages.”

It is the height of foolishness to ask your enemy to do something (in your best interests and not in his) and trust him when he says, “OK, since you asked.” Iran developed a nuclear program in this way, Saddam’s Iraq developed nuclear, biological, and chemical weapons programs in this way (all the while UN inspectors insisting Saddam was clean.)

Now, 2008, another Hussein is playing the fool.

Democratic presidential candidate Barack Obama on Tuesday called for a "diplomatic surge" including talks with US foe Iran, to help stabilize the situation in Iraq.
The Illinois Senator battling Hillary Clinton for his party's nomination called for more pressure on the Iraqi government to embrace political reconciliation and a regional "diplomatic surge that includes Iran."
- recent AP article

“Diplomatic Surge”, “embrace political reconciliation”; and he wants to disarm America and Americans: it’s gonna be a fun time. Our fore fathers said the blood would flow in the streets every few hundred years as the power was wrestled back from the government, maybe they weren’t so naïve and stupid after all.


And, in case anyone missed it several months ago (in moving, I found it and am planning to auction it on Ebay- but my faithful 5 get first dibs): I found the old HP Media Vault that is more worthless than a French soldier. It doesn’t work, their Technical Service refuses to tell me how to fix it, the problems from which it suffers are, according to the instructions, not possible, and HP couldn’t care less. $5? You can slap a brand new hard drive in that “bad boy” (but not a Western Digital) and the thing will do absolutely nothing. On second thought, add the Western Digital, the outcome will be the same.

$5+ shipping? For a few short months, it was a great piece of gear!

Rather than recount every minute of every day since my last post, I’ll give a few quick thoughts and fall back into my normal routine of posting every day or so.



Since my last post, I put a house on the market, sold that house, bought another house, and moved. That I have had no time to post is unfortunate, but marriage and work and parenting took up some time too.

Once you’ve seen the biggest Black Widow ever, you see it everywhere – and, worse still, you feel it. That itchy feeling on your neck, probably the biggest Black Widow in the history of mankind. That thing that just ran across your foot, it was probably an arachnid that could kill you 10 times over and twice on Sunday.
Last weekend, I saw the biggest black widow ever. And lived to tell the tale.


You never fully appreciate how much crap you own till tasked with packing it into boxes and finding a new place for it later. How did I buy a house over 1,000 sq. feet larger and still can’t fit in all my junk?



My 12-year old mini schnauzer fell in my new salt-water pool. My wife pulled him out before he drowned. It won’t be long. Anyone need a dog?

And speaking of dogs, some friends and I recently found a black lab puppy, in the middle of the woods, that looked as though it had been bitten in the face by a snake. Whatever he did to that snake, he won’t do again – one way or another.

While hunting turkeys and hogs, I saw hogs only when I had no gun to shoot them and saw turkeys only when I had a gun for shooting hogs. Much game was seen, no game was taken. I almost killed a puppy; would that have counted for anything?