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To CURE it? How long does it take? So far, it's just in his big toe. Was some sort of Cherry Extract mentioned?
What would you do first? Second? Next? Next? Pay off all your bills? Pay off your home? Go buy a BIG house? Invest for your kids/grandkids college? Go completely nuts? Travel, where? Donate to charity, which one(s)? When they asked farmers and ranchers that question they said, Farm, or ranch, until the money ran out.
How many of you under 35 crowd can tell us what these names have/had in common? Underwood, Royal, Smith, Smith Corona?
How well do you bundle up to go outside in cold weather? One piece union suit? Two piece woolies? Two piece silk? Two piece high tech long johns? Insulated overalls or coveralls? Muffler or scarf around your neck? Insulated boots? what else?
Did you ever put Vicks salve on the bottoms of your feet to fight a cold? Did you think it helped?
Maybe the urologist can help next week. The "stickum" on maxipads has been coming unstuck allowing the pads to "turn on me" then stick again. Prior to attending a company party last week it seemed prudent to try a pair of "depends". After all, nobody wants to have a bunch of folded up paper towels escaping down a britches leg onto the dance floor. Late in the evening, while just standing around -- no dancing, an uneasy feeling developed when the new undies proved not to be too "dependable" about staying in place. Next time a pair of jockey shorts will have a chance to be "dependable" and prevent that "slipping feeling" on my legs. Maybe the adjustable kind will be the answer. We had a few readers try to guess the answers to these: A. What would YOU do? Just as soon as a guy in Chicago finished shoveling enough snow off the street to provide himself a parking place on the street a woman driver whipped her car into his spot. 1. What would’ve YOU done? 2 Guess what he did to be a Darwin Award winner? Rusty doesn't advocate what he did, HE SHOT HER. B. A sign beside a crystal clear lake said, “It’s safe to drink the water but it’s not safe to swim in it.” 1. Where was the lake? 2. Why wasn’t it safe to swim in? 1. THE LAKE IS IN ALASKA 2. TOO MANY BEARS. Surely this ad was for a "singles" web site. It simply said,
He must have coconuts for cajones. Called, claiming to be a Dell investigator "because we had an odd hit from your computer last night". Woke me up to ask for the password for the notebook computer he'd stolen from me. Claimed "with your password we can lock your computer up so no data can be retrieved from it." Calling the Dell service center to check out this dude just compounded Rusty's frustration. The lady in New Delhi, India couldn't get it through her thick head that I had no order number as the unit was purchased second hand. The caller's phone number was shown as "unavailable" so authorization had to be given to the police department to get Verizon records in case the scoundrel can be tracked. Rusty failed to lock his truck when he entered a pharmacy to get antibiotics for a sinus infection. Was his fault. His ears wouldn't have gotten cold that day. He hadn't had the Dell seven or eight weeks.
This makes it very clear...
JUDGED BY 12 OR CARRIED BY 6 .............. Regarding the news blurb about the Marine who put two rounds ("double tap") in a wounded insurgent's head in Fallujah, here's a response from a Marine:
"It's a safety issue, pure and simple. After assaulting through a target, we put a security round in everybody's head. Sorry al-Reuters, there's no paddy wagon rolling around Fallujah picking up "prisoners" and offering them a hot cup o' Joe, falafel, and a blanket. There's no time to dick around on the target. You clear the space, dump the chumps, and move on. Are Corpsmen expected to treat wounded terrorists? Negative. Hey Libs, worried about the defense budget? Well, it would be waste, fraud, and abuse for a Corpsman to expend one man-minute or a battle dressing on a terrorist. It's much cheaper to jus t spend the $.02 on a 5.56mm FMJ. By the way, in our view, terrorists who chop off civilian's heads are not prisoners, they are carcasses. Chopping off a civilian's head is another reason why these idiots are known as "unlawful combatants." It seems that most of the world's journalists have forgotten that fact. Let me be very clear about this issue. I have looked around the web, and many people get this concept, but there are some stragglers. Here is your typical Marine sitrep (situation report): You just took fire from unlawful combatants (no uniform - breaking every Geneva Convention rule there is) shooting from a religious building, attempting to use the sanctuary status of their position as protection. But you're in Fallujah now, and the Marine Corps has decided that they're not playing that game this time. That was Najaf. So you set the mosque on fire and you hose down the terrorists with small arms, launch some AT-4s ( Rockets ), some 40MM grenades into the building and things quiet down. So you run over there, and find some tangos (bad guys) wounded and pretending to be dead. You are aware that suicide martyrdom is like really popular with these idiots, and they think taking some Marines with them would be really cool. So you can risk your life and your fire team's lives by having them cover you while you bend down and search a guy that you think is pretending to be dead for some reason. Most of the time these are the guys with the grenade or a vest made of explosives. Also, you don't know who or what is in the next room. You're already speaking English to the rest of your fire team or squad, which lets the terrorist know you are there and you are his enemy. You are speaking loud because your hearing is poor from shooting people for several days. So you know that there are many other rooms to enter, and that if anyone is still alive in those rooms, they know that Americans are i n the mosque. Meanwhile (3 seconds later), you still have this terrorist (that was just shooting at you from a mosque) playing possum. What do you do? You double tap his head, and you go to the next room, that's what! What about the Geneva Convention and all that 'Law of Land Warfare' stuff? What about it? Without even addressing the issues at hand, your first thought should be, "I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6." Bear in mind that this tactic of double tapping a fallen terrorist is a perpetual mindset that is reinforced by experience on a minute by minute basis. Secondly, you are fighting an unlawful combatant in a Sanctuary, which is a double No-No on his part. Third, tactically you are in no position to take "prisoners" because there are more rooms to search and clear, and the behavior of said terrorist indicates that he is up to no good. No good in Fallujah is a very large place and the low e nd of no good and the high end of no good are fundamentally the same ... Marines end up getting hurt or die. So there is no compelling reason for you to do anything but double tap this idiot and get on with the mission. If you are a veteran, then everything I have just written is self evident. If you are not a veteran, at least try to put yourself in the situation. Remember, in Fallujah there is no yesterday, there is no tomorrow, there is only now, Right NOW. Have you ever lived in NOW for a week? It is really, really not easy. If you have never lived in NOW for longer than it takes to finish the big roller coaster at Six Flags, then shut your mouth about putting Marines in jail for "War Crimes." Semper fi. From A Marine
THE KID WAS YELLIN’ BLOODY MURDER Bouncing around on the boat seat like a rubber ball, six y.o. Casey Wayne was hangin’ on for dear life and gleefully yellin’ bloody murder. The wind driven bow spray was falling on us chilling as it saturated our garments. Captain Mike Blakley did his best to get the orange 23 foot Falcoln up on a plane so the choppy Lake Texoma surface wouldn’t make the boat pound our bodies so unmercifully. We’d chickened out on our December 26 reserevation because of a rough night and the weather forecast for Pottsboro, TX, called for light showers, high 48°, and winds 20 to 30 mph. The 27th promised to be a little more pleasant weatherwise so we went then. Mail order medications, the most important were blood pressure pills, didn’t arrive before my departure from Hobbs, NM so a call to my druggist got my information transferred to the WalMart pharmacy at Sherman, TX. At 9:30 a.m. the lady there assured me that the scripts would be ready when we arrived “in an hour or so”. Sounds great. At nearly 1:15 the least needed script was ready. “I’m sorry but those pills can’t be dispensed again until January 4.” “Can I skip takin’’em until then?” “Oh no, you’ve got to take’em.” “What can we do then? How about callin’ Humana and asking for an emergency exception?” “We’ll try. Let us get the number.” “I’d sure appreciate it. The Humana customer service representative said she’d issue the exception for a 30 day supply and asked to speak with a WalMart employee. My hopes soared, “Hey, maybe we’ll get out of here shortly.” Horse feathers!!! They must’ve been on the line at least 45 minutes. The BP machine registered 172/97. “When’re they gonna get done?” Casey’s daddy, Courtney, heard him tell a lady, “We’re gonna go fishin’ if we ever get out of WalMart.” We left Sherman at 2:30 and arrived at the High Port boat ramp at 3:00, just three hours late. The air temperature was 37 degrees. As Captain Mike guided the boat through the no wake zone, he told about his bait quest that morning. “The bait were hangin’ at about 30 feet (below the surface). I made about a dozen throws with my castnet and didn’t get anything so I untied the anchor rope and tied it to the net line. That did the trick. It was the first time that ever happened to me. Once the craft was “up on a plane (a boat cruising on the surface as opposed to “plowing” through the water)” the captain alternated his attention from the depth finder to watching for birds working bait fish trying to get away from bigger fish below. When enough fish were marked (showing on the Lowrance depth finder screen) the boat made a circle and glided to a stop. Aiming to drift over the big school of striped bass he announced, “There’s plenty of fish here so grab a rod and give it to me to bait for ya” as he dipped a bunch of lively shad about 2-1/2 to 3 inches long from the bait well. Hooking the shad through the eyes, he said, “Drop your bait to the bottom and crank your line up three or four turns and get ready.” We had two or three good strikes almost at once and boated one nice striper weighing over five pounds. When the new bait hit the bottom and started back up a couple feet another hit the same line. It was closer to three pounds. Shortly Mike said, “Reel ‘em up. We’ve drifted away from ‘em.” The engine roared to life and we headed for the next flock of diving terns and gulls. Our efforts there were fruitless. Using his binoculars to locate more bird action clear across the lake he cranked up and headed across to the Oklahoma side. Bow spray was baptizing us and we didn't have to blow our runny noses, the wind was blowing the runny stuff off our chins. At least THAT was warm for a second. After our chillin' and butt bustin' ride (it seemed like our butts were jammed up between our ears) he said, “I didn’t expect the water to get so rough before we started across. Sorry about that. Let’s go see what that big bunch of birds is up to.” Mike made a circle and cut the engine, “Get’em in the water, there’s a BIG bunch of fish here.” We complied and shortly Casey’s rod bent double, fortunately, it was well anchored in a substantial rod holder. A video would’ve been nice showing the gritted teeth and determined jaw set as he cranked as hard as he could. The striper was right at the surface when his dad took the rod and led the biggest fish of the day into the dip net. With a million dollar grin the lad announced, “I finally caught that fish.” Court also caught a striper on shad and Mike caught one on a five or six inch Sassy Shad type lure of his own brand (BlakelyLures.com). When we reeled our lines in it was dark and we heard Casey, “Hey, Captain Mike, can we have another bumpy boat ride? That was fun.” Surely, our late arrival greatly reduced our catch. Mike Blakely did all he could to put us on fish. They were there but just didn’t bite like we’d’ve wanted. By the time the fish were filleted by our guide we were tired to the bone, not to mention wet and cold. The Tinker's cabin we had for the night was warm and comfy. "Don't anyone wake me until next week." The fillets served over a bed of rice and smothered in Courtney's special sauce were delicious. Thanks, Tinkers for a good trip. We'll look forward to doing it again but in warm weather.
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