On vacation

Gone till the 10th...... Have fun.... -Twisty Powered by ScribeFire.

No HNT for me :(

A while back, a firewall change here at work began its intelligent decision making. Scanning actual sites for key words and such... Well originally when that happened I was banned from Neo's site and now due to some sort of posting... I cannot get to MBI!!! So... I hope all is well until I can get back over there to check it out when the posts roll off with the offensive verbage.... The weird thing is You can see nasty words all over other sites, must just be in the location of it or something... shrug... Powered by ScribeFire.

We Won!!

I am dancing in my seat. Many faxes faxed and here is our outcome. Powered by ScribeFire.

A Step Away

(An excerpt from a project going on, on my myspace blog. This is based on semi-reality but on things I cannot really go into at the moment.) A phone rings... A heart stops. Awaiting the inevitable he mutes the T.V. and places the remote on the coffee table. Another ring and another. He walks slowly to the phone not sure if he wants to know who is on the other line, not sure if he wants to know what the person may ask him or tell him. He continues his slow pace towards the phone with visions of fear flashing in his mind. The phone continues to ring as if in clear spite of his inability to want to answer. He picks up the receiver and looks at the LCD display to see if modern technology can at least ease his angst. It cannot. A number is listed however the owner of that number is labeled 'Unavailable'. He thinks long and hard about who this number may belong to and why it seems so familiar... Nothing... He asks himself, "Why do answer never come to me when I need them most?". The rolls his thumb over the buttons and hovers over the 'Talk' button. Does he really want to answer the phone? "It could just be work", he tries to convince himself only to tell himself he'd know the damned number if it was. "But it could still be work related." He gazes out the kitchen window at the neighbor's house. Consistent silence accompanies the incessant ringing. He decides to answer the phone against his true will. Was it not curiousity that killed the cat? "Hello?" Then the voice speaks to him... A familiar smell. A familiar smell can bring one back to the present or send one sailing into the past. "Old Spice, I believe it was.", he says to himself trying to remember exactly where he's placing this memory. "Did he wear Old Spice?" His mind wanders further back; back to a hot day and an air conditionless car ride. Laying across the bench seat with his head in a lap. "Aahh thats the smell." The aroma of a deoderant or cologne tainted with a days work and sweat come back to him. He has found himself in a long travel of some sort. His guess is either a 45 minute ride to or from.... or a 12-14 hour ride heading north. "Why now? Why am I taken here now?", he asks himself, not fully expecting a logical answer. Something has changed in his life recently and a growing number of memories have begun to flood his mind. His heart is breaking and he hides it well. Well, except from himself. The smells surrounding him currently remind him of a childhood when things were well. 'Well' in a sense of carefree and in a loving environment. A tear almost reaches it's crest in his eye. He remembers his best friend at the time. "Hello?" Powered by ScribeFire.

Don't know If I've posted this before but...

OH HELL YEAH! Love This Comeback One of my sons serves in the military. He is still stateside, here in California. He called me yesterday to let me know how warm and welcoming people were to him, and his troops, everywhere he goes, telling me how people shake their hands, and thank them for being willing to serve, and fight, for not only our own freedoms but so that others may have them also. But he also told me about an incident in the grocery store he stopped at yesterday, on his way home from the base. He said that ahead of several people in front of him stood a woman dressed in a burkha. He said when she got to the cashier she loudly remarked about the U.S. flag lapel pin the cashier wore on her smock. The cashier reached up and touched the pin, and said proudly," Yes, I always wear it and probably always will." The woman in the burkha then asked the cashier when she was going to stop bombing her countrymen, explaining that she was Iraqi. A gentleman standing behind my son stepped forward, putting his arm around my son's shoulders, and nodding towards my son, said in a calm and gentle voice to the Iraqi woman: "Lady, hundreds of thousands of men and women like this young man have fought and died so that YOU could stand here, in MY country and accuse a check-out cashier of bombing YOUR countrymen. It is my belief that had you been this outspoken in YOUR own country, we wouldn't need to be there today. But, hey, if you have now learned how to speak out so loudly and clearly, I'll gladly buy you a ticket and pay your way back to Iraq so you can straighten out the mess in YOUR country that you are obviously here in MY country to avoid." Everyone within hearing distance cheered! IF YOU AGREE ____ Pass this on to all your proud American friends. I just did.

Break It Down

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B00merang!

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Idiots and Ignorance

I had not even considered posting anything on this but after reading all of the comments on a news article that turned into a 'racism' fight, I've decided to post this interesting tidbit. The following is from a 'Black' male. "When I was doing my graduate work at Oregon State I did a research paper on saggin’ pants and found out the following: During American slavery, gay white slave masters would rape their African male slaves, and after the criminal deeds were consummated, the victims were forced to wear their pants sagging so that their gay masters could identify them for future pleasures." In other words, black slaves wearing saggin' pants were said to be announcing that they were available for their white slave masters. Over time, the style became a little-talked-about subculture that seeped into general black culture." Ok, 1) This does NOT look good for 'Whities' but frankly color is of no bounds to me. I see color about as well as I see the atomic makeup in the air I breathe. I use it merely to describe someone as I would 'brown hair, blue eyes, long hair, earring, scar, etc.' and other than that I care not. 2) This makes me laugh because people are so ignorant that they pick up these 'fads' and think they are cool only to be perpetuating an ideal that meant very horrid things of the past. The above is one example. Below is another. I am about to annoy several people with this but it is the truth. I will also say that although I've never had pierced ears, I do have a bar in my tongue. Earrings - Biblically (as old as we really get in history) earrings were used to mark slaves. Slaves and concubines were marked with different style piercings in their ears and noses to signify ownership. It served the same purpose as a modern day brand on cattle. Since then it has become an excessive accessory for some. I have no personal issues with them, just thought I'd mention. Ok, ok... I'll stop there.... for now... -Twisty Powered by ScribeFire.

Screw The Man!

Neo, watch this... After all you went through find a job, you will find this very interesting, especially in our line of work. Pittsburgh law firm shows how to avoid giving work to qualified American citizens. Screw them all. FTC needs to disband this entire company. Sink it! Powered by ScribeFire.

The Pepperoni

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Cyanide and Happiness

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A Step Away

A phone rings... A heart stops. Awaiting the inevitable he mutes the T.V. and places the remote on the coffee table. Another ring and another. He walks slowly to the phone not sure if he wants to know who is on the other line, not sure if he wants to know what the person may ask him or tell him. He continues his slow pace towards the phone with visions of fear flashing in his mind. The phone continues to ring as if in clear spite of his inability to want to answer. He picks up the receiver and looks at the LCD display to see if modern technology can at least ease his angst. It cannot. A number is listed however the owner of that number is labeled 'Unavailable'. He thinks long and hard about who this number may belong to and why it seems so familiar... Nothing... He asks himself, "Why do answer never come to me when I need them most?". The rolls his thumb over the buttons and hovers over the 'Talk' button. Does he really want to answer the phone? "It could just be work", he tries to convince himself only to tell himself he'd know the damned number if it was. "But it could still be work related." He gazes out the kitchen window at the neighbor's house. Consistent silence accompanies the incessant ringing. He decides to answer the phone against his true will. Was it not curiousity that killed the cat? "Hello?" Then the voice speaks to him... Powered by ScribeFire.

I got this email, and it RINGS True.

Could Not Be Said Better Written by a housewife from New Jersey and sounds like it! This is one pissed off lady. "Are we fighting a war on terror or aren't we? Was it or was it not started by Islamic people who brought it to our shores on September 11, 2001? Were people from all over the world, mostly Americans, not brutally murdered that day, in downtown Manhattan, across the Potomac from our nation's capitol and in a field in Pennsylvania? Did nearly three thousand men, women and children die a horrible, burning or crushing death that day, or didn't they? And I'm supposed to care that a copy of the Koran was "desecrated" when an overworked American soldier kicked it or got it wet?...Well, I don't. I don't care at all. I'll start caring when Osama bin Laden turns himself in and repents for incinerating all those innocent people on 9/11. I'll care about the Koran when the fanatics in the Middle East start caring about the Holy Bible, the mere possession of which is a crime in Saudi Arabia. I'll care when these thugs tell the world they are sorry for hacking off Nick Berg's head while Berg screamed through his gurgling slashed throat. I'll care when the cowardly so-called "insurgents" in Iraq come out and fight like men instead of disrespecting their own religion by hiding in mosques. I'll care when the mindless zealots who blow themselves up in search of nirvana care about the innocent children within range of their suicide bombs. I'll care when the American media stops pretending that their First Amendment liberties are somehow derived from international law instead of the United States Constitution's Bill of Rights. In the meantime, when I hear a story about a brave marine roughing up an Iraqi terrorist to obtain information, know this: I don't care. When I see a fuzzy photo of a pile of naked Iraqi prisoners who have been humiliated in what amounts to a college-hazing incident, rest assured: I don't care. When I see a wounded terrorist get shot in the head when he is told not to move because he might be booby-trapped, you can take it to the bank: I don't care. When I hear that a prisoner, who was issued a Koran and a prayer mat, and fed "special" food that is paid for by my tax dollars, is complaining that his holy book is being "mishandled," you can absolutely believe in your heart of hearts: I don't care. And oh, by the way, I've noticed that sometimes it's spelled "Koran" and other times "Quran." Well, Jimmy Crack Corn and - you guessed it - I don't care ! ! ! ! ! If you agree with this viewpoint, pass this on to all your e-mail friends. Sooner or later, it'll get to the people responsible for this ridiculous behavior! If you don't agree, then by all means hit the delete button. Should you choose the latter, then please don't complain when more atrocities committed by radical Muslims happen here in our great country! And may I add: "Some people spend an entire lifetime wondering if they made a difference in the world. But, the Marines don't have that problem." -- Ronald Reagan I have another quote that I would like to add AND.......I hope you forward all this. "If we ever forget that we're One Nation Under God, then we will be a nation gone under." Also by.. Ronald Reagan One last thought for the day: In case we find ourselves starting to believe all the anti-American sentiment and negativity, we should remember England's Prime Minister Tony Blair's words during a recent interview. When asked by one of his Parliament members why he believes so much in America, he said:"A simple way to take measure of a country is to look at how many want in... And how many want out." Only two defining forces have ever offered to die for you: 1. Jesus Christ 2. The American G. I. One died for your soul, the other for your freedom. Powered by ScribeFire.

Hey! I like this guy...

Can't "bust a sag" here, mister! Powered by ScribeFire.

Illegal of the Week

Geez, these are just in my neck of the woods alone... Alcohol, cars, and stupidity. Doroteo Calles Hernandez, here illegally, decided to draw attention to himself by speeding down a street drunk, and when someone yelled for him to slow down, he turned around and run him down, tried to flee, hit a tree and left a long train of fluids leading to his apartment. Retard of the week fits as well. Doroteo Calles Hernandez Full Story: linked above. -Twisty Powered by ScribeFire.

Hell just froze over!

I actually agree with Al Sharpton on something! It will probably be the last, and of course he had to put a racial 'spin' on it instead of just fighting for the 'little man' in general but I've got chills of anger now. How can that two bit, spoiled rotten snot, slutty slut slut get away with 3 days of a sentence when she got leniency to begin with. She was only serving a partial term anyways for good behavior. This just goes to show that if you're rich you pay no penalty. Neither you or I could get any leniency in this case no matter how 'distraught' we were or if we refused to eat much of the jail food. What bullshit! Al Sharpton agreeing with Twisty. Powered by ScribeFire.

Jealousy

My dearest Soulmate: Don't you love her hawtness? Powered by ScribeFire.

Traces

Incredible... An on going 'saga' I've been reading for a little while now over at JBI, today had a quote that I just cannot shake. "I am the bookmark of what you can't find." That quote will stick with me for a while. It is deep somehow. Check it out for  yourself. Traces II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X XI XII Usually with my stories I would have had to stop pretty soon. I'd run out of Roman numerals after 18. (smirk) -Twisty Powered by ScribeFire.

Really... !!!

New Immigrants From: "David LaBonte" My wife, Rosemary, wrote a wonderful letter to the editor of the OC Register which, of course, was not printed. So, I decided to "print" it myself by sending it out on the Internet. Pass it along if you feel so inclined. (signed) Dave LaBonte Written in response to a series of letters to the editor in the Orange County Register: Dear Editor: So many letter writers have based their arguments on how this land is made up of immigrants. Ernie Lujan for one, suggests we should tear down the Statue of Liberty because the people now in question aren't being treated the same as those who passed through Ellis Island and other ports of entry. Maybe we should turn to our history books and point out to people like Mr. Lujan why today's American is not willing to accept this new kind of immigrant any longer. Back in 1900 when there was a rush from all areas of Europe to come to the United States, people had to get off a ship and stand in a long line in New York and be documented. Some would even get down on their hands and knees and kiss the ground. They made a pledge to uphold the laws and support their new country in good and bad times. They made learning English a primary rule in their new American households and some even changed their names to blend in with their new home. They had waved good bye to their birth place to give their children a new life and did everything in their power to help their children assimilate into one culture. Nothing was handed to them. No free lunches, no welfare, no labor laws to protect them. All they had were the skills and craftsmanship they had brought with them to trade for a future of prosperity. Most of their children came of age when World War II broke out. My father fought along side men whose parents had come straight over from Germany , Italy , France and Japan . None of these 1st generation Americans ever gave any thought about what country their parents had come from. They were Americans fighting Hitler, Mussolini and the Emperor of Japan . They were defending the United States of America as one people. When we liberated France , no one in those villages were looking for the French-American or the German American or the Irish American. The people of France saw only Americans. And we carried one flag that represented one country. Not one of those immigrant sons would have thought about picking up another country's flag and waving it to represent who they were. It would have been a disgrace to their parents who had sacrificed so much to be here. These immigrants truly knew what it meant to be an American. They stirred the melting pot into one red, white and blue bowl. And here we are in 2007 with a new kind of immigrant who wants the same rights and privileges Only they want to achieve it by playing with a different set of rules, one that includes the entitlement card and a guarantee of being faithful to their mother country. I'm sorry, that's not what being an American is all about I believe that the immigrants who landed on Ellis Island in the early 1900's deserve better than that for all the toil, hard work and sacrifice in raising future generations to create a land that has become a beacon for those legally searching for a better life. I think they would be appalled that they are being used as an example by those waving foreign country flags. And for that suggestion about taking down the Statue of Liberty , it happens to mean a lot to the citizens who are voting on the immigration bill. I wouldn't start talking about dismantling the United States just yet. (signed) Rosemary LaBonte Powered by ScribeFire.

Illegal of the Week

Illegally come to my country.... Illegally drive under the influence of an ILLEGAL amount of alcohol... Illegally take a vehicle.... Kill someone or multiple persons based on your need to break all of these laws. Death penalty as far as I'm concerned. I know the panty wastes in this State/Country would never do that but... oh well. I'm sorry for all of the lives lost across this country by our governmental inadequacies in keeping people out of our country and the refusal to get rid of them once they are found. Michael Caldera De Latorre Powered by ScribeFire.

Yeah, Because they arent causing trouble....

59 illegal immigrants found after shooting, assaults.. Wake up and smell the feces America. If we don't vote (VOTE) to do something NOW, it'll be too late. -Twisty Powered by ScribeFire.