Because I Can America... Because I Can.

I never intended on some sort of political site here. Hell, ya just never know though. When something strikes a nerve-wham! Anyway, take it for what you will, or take it for nothing. Either way I think it has "traitor and truth" written all over it.

Just an opinion from an ignorant southerner.                                                                                  

It's Another Double! Say No To Mercy!

Once again my state, Mississippi, is on the leading edge of justice. This week the state has two scheduled executions. One is tonight (Tues/20) and the other this coming Thursday.

I'm for fiscal restraint and personally believe that they should be executed on the same night. One after the other. Hell, why put in a fresh needle? Just use the same one right?

Last year we, Mississippi, were putting these dudes and dudettes down like homeless dogs at a local shelter. Bam, Bam, Bam!!! Faster than you can count. Seems like we're back on track from where we left off.

If any of you good people have bad people that you would like to have "put down", please contact the Superintendent of the Ms. Dept of Corrections. It's not like we need the practice, but it's good for moral.

Just trying to help with overcrowding...

In The Name of God...

I was reading different news sites, i.e. Drudge, Reuters and ABC News (because I'm fucking 'fair and balanced'), of the stoning deaths of 14 teens in Iraq who were considered by the Shi'a moral police to be "emos" after the model of some Western kids.

Now I understand that the number of kids stoned is more in the 90-100 range.

"Stoned" in Iraq and America apparently have different meanings. Sucks to be "stoned" in Iraq.

I don't care for "emos", but I wouldn't throw a rock at one unless they wanted me to. I don't think...

Nice to think that things are returning to normal in Baghdad and surrounding areas though.

I screamed Allahu Akbar ten times! I thought I might get 10 times the virgins.

Then I prayed. Does facing New Orleans count...?

I'll Just Have The Milk-Bone Please.

When I was a little kid I used to eat Milk Bone doggy snacks with my favorite dog of all time - Boots. My mom thought that I was sick and needed worming.

My dad just thought I was fucking retarded.

Boots bit a man once while the guy was strolling in front of our house. It got ugly. I kept calling Boots to the house, but he was having too much fun chewing on the guys leather dress shoes.

Finally, me and Boots made it inside the house.

Seconds later the man came to the front door and demanded to speak with my dad. I told dad that a man was standing at the door crying and wanted to talk with him. That's all I said.

Shortly afterwards dad walks into the den where me and Boots were pretending to have fun. Dad sits down and begins watching t.v. He says nothing...

After about thirty tense seconds, I asked dad what happened. He simply said, " That man is the same man that owns the German shepherd that bit me on the ankle two months ago."

I asked, "You mean he's not mad anymore?" My dad looked at me and said, "No. It just means that I'm not whipping your ass tonight."

Thanks pop. You're the best!

Well, What The Hell Did You Used To Do?

Do any of you "old" farts remember what you would have been doing on a sunny, spring afternoon thirty or forty years ago?

The least of my thoughts would have been politics and the nation going into the shitter.

I was cruisin' the busiest streets in town. "Groovin" with The Young Rascals and coolest muscle cars on the strip. Goddamn! How sweet...!

Drinking beer while under aged was the norm as was riding around getting your thirteen year old girlfriend drunk. I thought I knew what happened next.

The drinking was supposed to be a free ticket into her pants, but it seemed the more beer I bought the drunker I got... She would usually drive me home.

The only time I ever got my hand into a girl's pants at that age was when I dropped my dad's $20 gold piece that I was showing off down there!

Anyway, today was one of those days. Minus the sunny skies, forty years gone past, lack of cruisin' due to fucking gas prices... The Young Rascals and underage drinking - minus all of that - it was the same.