From the Halls of Montezuma to the Shores of Tripoli.
We fight our country’s battles in the air, on land and sea.
First to fight for right and freedom, and to keep our honor clean;
We are proud to claim the title of United States Marine.
Know what that is? Part of the Marine Corps Hymn, of course, which wikipedia says is "the oldest official song in the United States military". Specifically, that "Shores of Tripoli" line refers to stuff as far back as 1805. And now, TADA! back we are... on the shores of Tripoli. Source.
Stuff I watched lately...
Billy Bob Thornton is a Louisiana sheriff with a crazy, alcoholic dad who runs around with Indian feathers on his head shooting at stuff, ex-wife (Sela Ward), and a gay brother (Thomas Hayden Church) that he ran out of town (in order to get elected). Now he has to investigate the murder of a transgender "freak" with nice tits and a big pecker. Patricia Arquette is the "wife" of the "freak".
The best way to describe this is, think The Stand, British version, sans supernatural aspects. Really enjoyed watching two seasons of the series over two evenings without any commercials. Good show but if such programs are meant to be really accurate representations of "regular people", my biggest problem would be surviving the group, never mind the virus/kidnappers/aliens, etc.
Taters...
You take a dinner platter (for the 'triple' serving) and lay out a bed of cooked hash browns. Add sliced jalapenos, chopped onions, slices of tomatoe (or diced), sliced mushrooms, chunks of diced ham, cover that with melted cheese, dump on a couple ladles of white country gravy, then a couple ladles of hot chili, and you have what is known in Waffle House parlance as hashbrowns 'all the way' or scattered, smothered, covered, chunked, diced, peppered, capped, topped, country. That was supper.
Some folks like to "eat healthy". I say that's cool for them. For me, the primary purpose of eating is pleasure (fueling is secondary). If the primary goal cannot be fulfilled, the secondary goal becomes moot. Many folks in the life extension field stress that lowering calorie intake is the best way yet known to extend life. I say science is falling down on the friggin' job in this case. If that be true, then prepare me casket. I flatly refuse to ever "eat healthy" or cut calories, etc. I say it's the job of science to find ways around such things. Organs can be grown, and quickly. Of course the best thing would be to completely dispense with these ridiculous animal meat bodies altogether...but that will take a very long time, because of the dumb factor in humans.
You might be surprised at the number of folk who would say something like, "But what about all the pleasures of life; all the visual beauty, the tender touch, the soul-enriching music, the smell of bacon, the taste of vanilla, etc." *sigh* No dear, you do not need a body to experience all these things to the fullest...experience is something that takes place within the brain. All the sensory receptors are just that - receptors. In the case of eyes, we can make "eyes" or receptors far superior to any grown "naturally"; eyes that sense in all light wavelengths, X-ray, ultraviolet; telescopic, microscopic, etc. The same can basically be applied to all the other senses. "But I want to feel the joy of running on a beach". Again, the experience is within the brain. But if you want a body, why not have one that can fly at supersonic speeds, soar above the atmosphere without being harmed by lack of oxygen, can crawl along the 7-mile deep Mariana Trench in the Pacific ocean without worrying about the hydrostatic pressure. Ask yourself...is your imagination really as limited as your body is? Remind yourself...no tool humans have every used, ever existed without first being imagined.
Some folk say "you want the world handed to you on a platter" as though that were a bad thing. DUH! Of course I do, with melted cheese added please. Some folk call me lazy in what they think is a derisive kind of way; some folk think it virtuous to work hard. I'm all for anyone working hard who wants to...for me I'll gladly pass on that "virtue" in favor of enjoying my life. I think it a mark of high intelligence to do as little "work" as possible, while enjoying as much in life that is wonderful as possible. I wish all people thought like that. I think it is far beneath the dignity of any person to "work" at anything, unless they do it purely for their own pleasure. To me the notion of doing something for the purpose of "making money" or for "making a living" is extremely insulting.
You might note that in my previous blog, photobucket pulled one image, saying it violated terms of service. The pic is a woman's tits, in a bra, going round and round. So, photobucket's position re tits is: up and down - ok, side to side - ok, round and round - sorry that's too perverted, lol.
I'm seriously considering getting myself some traditional African or Arabic clothing...no, not a kilt I promise, more like a caftan or dishdasha. This pants with belt thing is getting old, especially the belt part. But without the belt the pants fall off and that's a horror no one wants. Solution....find a way wear both a beard and a mumu in public in the South without getting lynched...AHA! A dishdasha!
Did you ever think that "web log" hasn't turned out to be what it was probably meant to be? What's a log? Pilot's log, trucker's log, etc., usually means a detailed accounting of the day's activities. Some blogs may be like that but it now sounds more like tweets; "cutting my toenails now...oohh there's toejam!" Maybe not many folk thought regular people would write articles about current events, etc.
Ok, I'll go watch a documentary now.
TRB
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