Archive for June, 2010
According to vicious rumor, Facebooks addictive web game, Mafia Wars is to be made in to a full length feature film.
I must confess I play this game occasionally. I even have a Facebook account (something I swore for years I would not do until being blackmailed by armed midgets who represented persons from my past that is otherwise classified).
Having experience in both I figured I would attempt to portray how the movie will probably go.
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Allow me to welcome you to the new American Caste System!
Funded by our tax dollars, our soldiers blood and fueled by a leadership class who looks down its noses at our wishes, desires, and ideology.
Fear for the laws that you, by Constitutional right have passed, along with your fellow citizens?
You see, it has become a war my friends. A war not of bullets, of mortars, or guns, or even of words.
But of votes.
How you ask? Read On
While doing my job I had the fortune to contact a Army training facility.
The Chief whom answered the phone was glad to hear from us. A normal call. For him.
For me it was very strange.
For 120 seconds I was back in uniform. Yes, Sir. No, Sir. Roger That, sir.
Address him by rank. The Specialist whom I was transferred too initially I did the same.
When the conversation with the Chief was over he sort of laughed.
“Prior service?” he asks “Yes, sir!” says I.
It’s at this point I realize my feet are tapping 100 miles per hour.
My blood is pounding in my veins in ears and I can feel my hands shaking, not from the disease, but from the excitement, the thrill, the desire to be back amongst my cadre, my fellow soldiers.
“Have a good day, sir”, he tells me. “Don’t call me sir,” I reply “I work for a living.”
He laughs. We hang up.
It takes me a full three minutes to come back down to earth.
I’m back behind my desk again. Phones ring around the office. I’m wearing slacks, not BDU’s and dress shoe’s not black polished left & rights.
My only reminder is a Enduring Freedom plaque at my desk and a picture from my first unit.
But for a brief moment, one single time in my day…I was me again.
However as surely as that call is over, that life is over. And now I’m back to being someone whom I am not sure I understand, that I do not know, and sometimes, I am not sure I even like.
But for one moment….
President Obama’s Remarks on Gen. McChrystal
For all you out there that missed the live feed of the Anointed One speaking about McChrystal, here ya go:
Here is a full transcript of President Obama’s remarks at the White House this afternoon, as he explained his decision to replace Gen. Stanley McChrystal with Gen. David Petraeus as America’s top commander in Afghanistan.
(If you want to read the transcript, click below) (Also below is what McChrystal said about it, very bottom)
So I have a good friend who is with the FOP in Arkansas.
It seems the state FOP has one helluva nice truck for the use in Parades in such.
Coming up soon is one the largest Rodeo events in the state of Arkansas, The Rodeo of the Ozarks.
It would appear that yours truly, and his Critter have been asked to participate in the parade for the FOP.
More her than me of course.
But then, she’s more cute anyway so that makes perfect sense, aye?
I never thought I would be celebrating Fathers Day as a father. This weekend, I got to spend the entire weekend with my son, Gavin, as my wife had to work both days. Saturday was a good day, my sister and mother came over to visit, and brought me some lunch. Gavin was a bit fussy because he now has 2 teeth, and is still working on more. Sunday was a great day, I am very proud to be a father. My little buddy and I went to my parents/sisters house and had brunch, (that’s a fancy way of saying “late breakfast”), we had a great time.
Gavin was such a good boy! He smiled and laughed so much. That in itself is the best Fathers Day present I could ever ask for. He played with his cousin (she is about a year and a half now) and with his Grandma, and Grandpa Sanders, and his Aunt and Uncle. He really is the best baby.
After that, I took him to the mall so we could pick up his other grandpa’s Fathers Day gift. All the people in the mall that we passed just looked, and smiled at him, and of course, he smiled back.
When my wife got off work, we came home to wrap the gifts for my wife’s father, then went to their house, had dinner, and opened presents. He started getting a bit fussy (as he does in the evenings) but his “Grampa” quickly calmed him down. He had such big smiles when he saw them!
All in all, it was a great first Fathers Day, full of memories. I am such a lucky Dad…