Saturday, December 31, 2005
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Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Monday, December 26, 2005
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Saturday, December 24, 2005
At first I was angry. Then I was incensed, but then when the full impact of the article hit home I openly wept.
I'm not going to reprint the entire article here, but apparently the minister of the Westboro Baptist Church in Topeka, Kansas, a Reverend Fred Phelps, Sr. Has been organizing protests and causing great disruptions at funerals at various locations across the country...
The funerals in question and targets of his vile bastardization of Christianity are for none other that my brothers and sisters killed in the line of duty in Iraq and Afghanistan... The same soldiers who fought and died so this vile piece of human garbage can spew his hate.
I don't know if it's my overly emotional past few days or what, but this is about as bad as it gets...
How DARE this motherfucker and his perverted minions do this...
I remember some of my older friends telling me of being spat upon when they got home from Viet Nam... But they were alive and could defend themselves. I remembered coming home for the first time after Operation Urgent Fury, and remembering the stories from my friends, was afraid to wear my uniform and medals on the airplane...
But these funerals... Sweet Jesus! To do it at the funerals? No matter how bad the war got in Viet Nam, at the very least the anti-war protesters left the funerals alone. Not only are these brave men and women being laid to rest after giving the ultimate sacrifice, their families are now going to have to remember your sorry worthless asses instead of the loved one they've lost.
You, Reverend, are so far beneath contempt... I may joke about a lot of things here in my blog... Like some people are only alive because it's illegal to kill them... You aren't even worth the cost of a bullet or the rope in which to hang you with.
Do me a favor, dear loyal readers. If you care about our fighting men and women half as much as I do, no matter what your belief in the war right now... Please got to the website below, read this vile candidate for retroactive abortion's hate and flame the fucker with so much crap his website will be shut down.
Go here: http://www.godhatesfags.com/main/
I'm so damn angry right now I cant describe the feelings I'm having.
Copyright 2005 Thomas J Wolfenden
Friday, December 23, 2005
"I wanna die man!"
"Ok sir, I can help you with your problem. First thing is for you to calm down."
"Now, do you have any firearms in your home that you can harm your self with?"
"Alright, we can work around that. Do you have any pills?"
"How many and what type?"
"I got about a hundred Percocets."
"Yeah, a fifth of Jack."
"Ok, here's what I want you to do... Take the pills and dump them in a blender and then add the Jack for flavor..."
"Have you told anyone else of your plans yet?"
"Perfect! Now blend the mixture up and pour it into a large glass..."
Culling the herd and adding a little chlorine to the gene pool while I'm at it...
Happy Funny Foto Friday!
Copyright 2005 Thomas J Wolfenden
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Sorry all, but I really don't feel like writing today. 2005 hasn't been a banner year for me and this morning was just the icing on the cake. I try so hard to look on the bright side these days but looking deep inside right now all I'm seeing is blackness and acrimony...
I'll write about it later, maybe. But right now I just don't feel up to it. Right now I feel like reading something cheery and uplifting... Maybe something by Ernest Hemmingway.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Monday, December 19, 2005
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Friday, December 16, 2005
After my haranguing of the McDonald's manager the other night about my cold food, Ronald became so despondent and depressed he hanged himself in Pipestem State Park... I guess he just couldn't stand hearing his food sucked.
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Pictured above is Meteor Crater outside of Winslow, Arizona... I was there a few times and believe me, it's awe-inspiring.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Monday, December 12, 2005
Back in June I bitched about always getting cold food from a McDonald's in Virginia when I was working at a coal mine there...
Anyway, it seems like this little problem is following me. But it's worse this time. At least when I was down in Richlands, VA I was working day work and had several other choices for a low-cost, high cholesterol artery-clogging CVA in a sack.
Now I'm working the 'hoot-owl' shift and the only thing open 24 hours is the local McD's.
Four days running now I've gotten not only stone cold fries, but my burger was stone cold too, with a rock hard bun.
This morning I just had had enough, so before I even pulled away from the drive-through window, I checked and everything again was cold. Not only cold, but my fries were still fucking RAW.
As in un-cooked.
I pounded on the window and asked for the manager.
I showed him my un-cooked fries and when I opened the box for my double quarter pounder, that too was cold. I handed them back and demanded fresh stuff. He apologized and offered a hot apple pie, which I declined. I just want my food hot when I get it. Is that too fucking much to ask for?
I know that 2:30 AM on a Monday morning during a blinding snowstorm must be their busiest time...
This isn't the only problem with this particular restaurant. I get the same Goddamn thing every night. I know, I've really original. The price seems to change from night to night also, and I find myself explaining to the cashier what the cost of the meal should be and how much change I should be receiving.
I know I'm probably expecting far to much here, but I'd like to get a little consistency besides consistent shitty food and service.
I'm going to sound like an aging dinosaur here again when I say I truly miss the time of the old Mom & Pop all night diner where a waitress named "Dot" sporting a beehive hairdo and called you "hon" always kept your coffee cup filled and the food, although probably wasn't the most healthy in the world, was at least served hot and fresh and had some flavor besides the lingering aftertaste of the cardboard container.
So I finally get my fresh food from the manager and head back to my patrol. I stop and eat, and yes, my food is hot and fresh...
I go to take a drink of my coke...
It's warm with no ice.
What the fuck!
Copyright 2005 Thomas J Wolfenden
Sunday, December 11, 2005
In October in Evansville, Ind., Terrence L. Mackey, 63, was sentenced to 29 years in prison for a May 2005 bank robbery, but not before he tried to defend his behavior to Federal Judge Richard L. Young, blaming the robbery on federal corrections officials. He would have turned his life around before now, Mackey said, if officials had just sent him to a prison close to his mother's home in Florida when he was locked up for a 1982 crime. And as to the charge that he shot at police as he fled the bank robbery, he claimed self-defense: "The police were shooting at me." [Evansville Courier & Press, 10-26-05]
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Friday, December 09, 2005
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Go here for this little story of true love:
I'm going to go now and beat my head repeatedly against a brick wall.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Monday, December 05, 2005
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Saturday, December 03, 2005
I'd check it out and find the oil pan almost dry... 'Check the oil once in a while... ' I'd say...
Do you think that could be done?
Simple little things like that, checking the oil in the vehicle that you're driving... Maybe you can't put it in yourself, but CHECK it and I'll put it in if it needs it...
And it went on. Like what these pictures tell the tale of. In Arizona we'd get sandstorms once in a while. If you're ever caught it one, pull way off the road and stop, not continue barreling down the highway at 40 MPH (what the police report stated after the fact) where you could ram into the back of someone because visibility is zero...
I was not driving that day, by the way. But of course if I had and pulled off to the side and stopped, I'd have been wrong anyway.
My seventeen year old niece was a passenger at the time and I'm just so glad nothing happened to her, just a little shaken.