Here it is.
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Psalm 145:18-19
Posted by Stu
at 5:32 PM CDT
Behind the Wall of Sleep
Monday, 27 April 2009
Mom wanted me to update the blog...
Tuesday, 21 April 2009
You gotta love "Uncle Ted"
More Guns, Less Violent Crime as the Bad Guys Run or Die
More guns, less crime: Thanks to the Founding Fathers, we're as safe as in our mothers' arms
By Ted Nugent
Posted April 20, 2009
Water, water, everywhere water. Know it, embrace it, manage it, or drown. Same goes for cars, trucks, chainsaws, knives, crowbars, blowtorches, and guns. Based on the inept, clumsy, irresponsible failure of brain-dead, uncoordinated numbnuts, I will not be denied the pragmatic, functional utility of anything.
I will not drown, nor will I drink and drive, chainsaw-massacre anyone, stumble, slice, burn, or shoot myself, nor will I ever hold up a bank. So the best advice would be to think, improvise, adapt, and overcome, man up, but by all means, leave me the hell alone. You don't ban electric guitars just because someone may have a lapse in logic, goodwill, and decency and spontaneously break out into country and western music. The vast majority of sensible people will use electric guitars as God intended and whip out good, sexy rock-n-roll licks.
I need my water, cars, trucks, chainsaws, knives, crowbars, blowtorches, and guns. I have mastered them all; they are all wonderful ingredients for my American Dream of rugged individualism, declared independence, and self-sufficiency. They all serve me well, and I am not giving any of them up. Ever.
The masses must never be controlled for the sake of the lunatic fringe. Remember "Don't Tread on Me"? Don't.
America has spoken. With guns and ammo sales and concealed weapons permits surging at unprecedented rates, never in the history of mankind have more people possessed more firepower and most significantly, carried more concealed weapons on their persons than today across America. And as FBI crime reports and law enforcement and academic studies conclude, the self-evident truth is that more guns clearly equals less crime. Where there are more guns per capita, violent crime goes down, particularly crimes of assault, like rape, burglary, and robbery. This is good.
It is indeed Ted Kennedy's gun ban dream of GunFreeZones that have proven to be the guaranteed slaughter zones where the most innocent lives are lost. Think Columbine, VA Tech, Lane Bryant, NW IL University, Luby's Cafeteria, NJ, Salt Lake City, and Omaha malls, Calgary University, Toronto, Chicago, Boston, Flight 93, the mayor's office in San Francisco, ad nauseam. Peace and love will get you killed, and unarmed helplessness is bad. Unless of course your anthem goes baaa..... baaa...... baaa.
So why in God's good name would any human being wish to force unarmed helplessness on another? That level of cruel indecency and forced victimization is incomprehensible to me and about 100,000,000 Americans who own guns. Self-defense is the most powerful, driving instinct of good people everywhere. To deny this is evil personified. Write this down-GunFreeZones are a felon's playgrounds. Ban GunFreeZones now.
Good people don't want the rapist to succeed. We want him dead. We don't want our homes invaded. We want invaders dead. We don't like carjackers. We like them dead. We don't like armed robbers. We like them dead.
We have examined all the evidence we need to know that calling 911 is a joke, unless of course they bring a dustpan and a mop to clean up the dead monster we just shot while protecting our family.
The choice is clear: Gun control as forced by the Chuck Schumers of the world is complicit in every violent crime committed. Conversely, gun control a la Ted Nugent is putting the second shot through the same hole as the first shot, where innocent lives are saved and recidivistic maggots come to a screeching halt, felled by the lovely ballet of good over evil we call the Double Tap Center Mass Boogie. Learn it, know it, love it, shoot it. Good guys should live, bad guys not so much.
It is reassuring, and ultimately convenient, that fresh from escaping the scourges of tyranny, slavery, kings, and emperors, our brilliant, sensible Founding Fathers knew it was important to write down the self-evident truth that the right to self-defense is surely a God-given individual right to keep and bear arms. Write this down, too-"keep" means it is mine, you can't have it. "Bear" means I've got them right here on me. "Shall not be infringed" echoes that beautiful "Don't Tread On Me" chorus.
I like the U.S. Constitution and our sacred Bill of Rights but, quite frankly, I don't really need them in order to know in my heart and soul the list of self-evident truths therein. Those came from thinking, common-sense men who refused to be helpless, dependent slaves to anyone or anything. These truths are all burned forever on my soul. I live them, no matter what.
Meanwhile, in order to stop the drowning and murders, I will work on banning water; Obama can try to ban guns. Good luck.
Posted by Stu
at 12:42 PM CDT
Updated: Tuesday, 21 April 2009 12:43 PM CDT
Saturday, 18 April 2009
Who am I?
WHO AM I?
I was born in one country, raised in another. My father was born in another country. I was not his only child.. He fathered several children with numerous women.
· I became very close to my mother, as my father showed no interest in me. My mother died at an early age from cancer.
· Later in life, questions arose over my real name.
· My birth records were sketchy and no one was able to produce a legitimate, reliable birth certificate.
· I grew up practicing one faith but converted to Christianity, as it was widely accepted in my country, but I practiced non-traditional beliefs & didn't follow Christianity, except in the public eye under scrutiny.
· I worked and lived among lower-class people as a young adult, disguising myself as someone who really cared about them..
· That was before I decided it was time to get serious about my life and I embarked on a new career.
· I wrote a book about my struggles growing up. It was clear to those who read my memoirs that I had difficulties accepting that my father abandoned me as a child.
· I became active in local politics in my 30's then with help behind the scenes, I literally burst onto the scene as a candidate for national office in my 40s. They said I had a golden tongue and could talk anyone into anything. That reinforced my conceit.
· I had a virtually non-existent resume, little work history, and no experience in leading a single organization. Yet I was a powerful speaker and citizens were drawn to me as though I were a magnet and they were small roofing tacks.
· I drew incredibly large crowds during my public appearances. This bolstered my ego.
· At first, my political campaign focused on my country's foreign policy. I was very critical of my country in the last war and seized every opportunity to bash my country.
· But what launched my rise to national prominence were my views on the country's economy. I pretended to have a really good plan on how we could do better and every poor person would be fed & housed for free.
· I knew which group was responsible for getting us into this mess. It was the free market, banks & corporations.
I decided to start making citizens hate them and if they were envious of others who did well, the plan was clinched tight.
· I called mine "A People's Campaign" and that sounded good to all people.
· I was the surprise candidate because I emerged from outside the traditional path of politics & was able to gain widespread popular support.
· I knew that, if I merely offered the people 'hope' , together we could change our country and the world.
· So, I started to make my speeches sound like they were on behalf of the downtrodden, poor, ignorant to include "persecuted minorities" like the Jews. My true views were not widely known & I needed to keep them unknown, until after I became my nation's leader.
· I had to carefully guard reality, as anybody could have easily found out what I really believed, if they had simply read my writings and examined those people I associated with.
· I'm glad they didn't. Then I became the most powerful man in the world. And the world learned the truth.
*Who am I? *
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Posted by Stu
at 12:08 PM CDT
Tuesday, 14 April 2009
Recovery Day 1
I had surgery yesterday for the first time in my life. I DO NOT recommend it to anyone. Back on the March 31st blog I encouraged my Pop to get his taken care of too. FORGET IT! Use duct tape to hold it in place.
I haven't been in this much pain since I broke my sternum, that really should tell you something!!
Tab stayed home with me today and I think Mike will stay home tomorrow, as it is hard for me to get off the couch by myself. By the way, I'm also sleeping on the couch because I can't lie down completely.
I know, I know... Poor, pitiful me, right? Piss off, this crap hurts.
1 Chronicles 29:11-12
Posted by Stu
at 12:38 PM CDT
Updated: Tuesday, 14 April 2009 12:40 PM CDT
Thursday, 9 April 2009
Ft Sill Day 5 or "Hey, is that a SWAT team at my Hotel?"
Class. Power Outage. Lunch at Arby's. Return to power outage. Outage lasts 3+ hours. Class dismissed.
Carlton and I head back to the hotel. As we pull in we notice about 3 police cars outside the hotel. One of them has a scumbag in the back seat.
I drop Carlton off (I was off to take pictures and I figured it was just a routine disturbing of the peace) and leave.
I went to the Comanche County Courthouse and got some pics. While I was there I saw a woman almost get beheaded by some flying metal. The winds today are sustained at about 20mph with gusts pushing 65mph. The dust in the air reminds me of Mosul (just not quite as bad). So, pictures of the courthouse in the bag I drive over to a really cool looking Catholic Church for more pictures. I get some exterior shots then move inside. Really nice on the inside with some sweet stained glass.
Drove back to the hotel and there are now 17 police cars surrounding the hotel as well as officers in every corner. I'm informed by the front desk that I can't go to my room and have to wait in the lobby. No one knows what's going on so I ask one of the staff in a hushed voice, "Just what the hell is going on?" She says that some dude has been going around to the local hotels, checks in, finds a floor where a maid is doing a cleaning, walks past, fakes a diabetic attack, asks her to run downstairs and get him something to eat/drink and when she does he runs into the room, steals the TV and makes off with it. Well, someone here today caught him in the act and he pulled a gun and barricaded himself in the hotel room.
Three hours later we're still in the lounge. The staff ordered pizza for us and then Carlton and I went over to Mike's Sports Grill.
One order of wings and two beers later we head back to the hotel and now the SWAT snipers are out in the back parking lot. I snapped a few pics of them and then snuck into my room which is where I am right now, typing this. Helluva day.
1 John 4:20-21
Posted by Stu
at 8:28 PM CDT
Wednesday, 8 April 2009
Ft Sill Day 4 or You Don't Tug on Superman's Cape...
Class. Lunch at KFC. Class. Class dismissed at 1500hrs. On the road at 1501hrs headed to the Washita Battlefield National Historic Site.
I knew I had to be there before 1700hrs if I was going to get my NPS Passport stamped and the site is 135 miles from Ft Sill. Needless to say, I may have bent a few laws to get there.
As I enter the NPS HQ parking lot I see that the flag has already been lowered; it's 1701hrs. I park, grab my gear and leap out of the truck headed to the front door. That's when I see the Park Ranger headed to his truck. "Hey, yall closed?" I yelled, knowing the answer. He turned and said, "Yep, but maybe we can get you a brochure." He called his assistant still inside the HQ and she opened the door for me. Whew. Got my stamps, bought some stuff, looked around and then took off to see the actual site, just down the road. Historically speaking, it's a cool place. Physically/Photographically... Not so much.
On the way back I got pics of 3 County Courthouses and 2 Theatres. As before, I'll post pictures later.
Romans 8:28
Posted by Stu
at 10:32 PM CDT
Tuesday, 7 April 2009
Ft Sill Day 3
Class wasn't quite as boring today. No lunch. More class.
Guess who's buried out in one of the training areas here. Geronimo. Carlton and I went out there today to take a look. It also appears that most of his family is buried there as well.
Guess who else is buried here, in the post cemetery, no less. Quanah Parker, his wife, mother and sister. Pretty freakin' cool, huh?
Pics to come later.
Proverbs 3:11-12
Posted by Stu
at 7:31 PM CDT
Monday, 6 April 2009
Happy Birthday Little Sister and Ft Sill Day 2
My sister turns 37 today. And while she may be younger than me... She's still a Grandmother.
Class was boring. Lunch was Burger King. More boring class.
After class, Carlton and I visited the Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge. Not boring and very cool. We went to the top of Mount Scott as well as the Holy City of the Wichitas. We saw a lot of Bison, Prairie Dogs, Longhorns and hogs. Pictures will be posted at end-of-mission in the Travels section of the main site.
After that we stopped at Mike's Sports Bar to eat, drink and be merry as we watched the 1st 1/2 of the NC vs S college basketball game. "Basketball? You, Stu?" Only because Carlton is my bud and he's an NC fan.
2 Timothy 1:7
Posted by Stu
at 10:04 PM CDT
Sunday, 5 April 2009
Fort Sill Day 1
Like I stated earlier, it's been 20 years since I graced Fort Sill with my presence. Well, it sure looks like nothing has changed. Oh, they're doing all kind of new construction on post but, Lawton still looks like Lawton. As we were flying into the airport here I looked out the window and thought I was back in Iraq. Yeeesh.
Nehemiah 8:10
Posted by Stu
at 8:20 PM CDT
Saturday, 4 April 2009
Cooking and Packing
Cooking: A roast on the pit.
Packing: I leave tomorrow for Fort Sill, Oklahoma. The last time I was there it was 1989. I saw Batman (Michael Keeton/Tim Burton) opening night in "downtown" Lawton while I was there. I can only wonder how much it has changed.
Tonight we're going to the high school to see Michael's performance in Cinderella Waltz.
I'll be posting from Fort Sill/Lawton throughout the rest of the week.
Hebrews 3:12-13
Posted by Stu
at 2:45 PM CDT
Tuesday, 31 March 2009
Dueling Doctor Appointments
First up at 1030hrs this fine morning I met with Dr. Jew (pronounced Joe). He poked and prodded and then asked me when I would like to be cut open. Well, not in those words, exactly. So, on the 13th of April I will be having surgery to repair a ventral hernia (and if my Pops would ever go to the friggin' doctor, he too could enjoy event). Then it was off to get the pre-op EKG, bloodwork and X-rays. After that, I walked over to the hospital to check in with admissions and sign some more dang forms.
What-A-Burger for lunch.
Back to the clinic to visit with Dr. Ditzler at 1330hrs. He poked and prodded and then asked if I would like pills, a shot or surgery to fix the pain in my left shoulder. "Gimmee the shot." SONUVA#!+@*, $H!+, D@%%!+ to H&!! That friggin' hurt. As I walked out my response was, "Next time gimme the pills." Oh, I guess I should tell you what the diagnosis was. It isn't a rotator-cuff, thank the Lord; it's Arthritis. When the steroid shot eventually wears off I then have the choice of another shot, pills or surgery. I think at that point I'll take the surgery and just get it fixed for good.
After that I went over to the Leon River Bridge in Belton, took some pics and then zipped over to pick up CW from school. We are now home. I'm typing this and he's doing homework.
John 16:33
Posted by Stu
at 4:34 PM CDT
Monday, 30 March 2009
Somebody...
Got a double today.
However, we lost today and are out of the pre-season tournament.
Philippians 2:14-15
Posted by Stu
at 8:01 PM CDT
Sunday, 29 March 2009
Baseball Season
Little League has started and CW is on the Rams team. Now, Rams... I guess we got stuck with that because all the cool kids got all the Major League team names (as well as some Minor League teams; I saw an Express team as well as a Hooks team), go figure.
Anyway, the tournament started Saturday and we had a double-header. The Rams lost the first game but won the second and advanced. Today we also had a win and have advanced again. Gametime is 1800 tomorrow.
Psalm 101:1-3
Posted by Stu
at 6:18 PM CDT
Friday, 27 March 2009
CW...
Now has a blog. You can access it from the main page or click here.
Jeremiah 33:3
Posted by Stu
at 6:57 PM CDT
Brave Rifles
Yesterday I attended the dedication of the 3d ACR Memorial Wall. There was quite a crowd; former troopers, civilians, generals, retirees and so on. There was a small group of troopers in Class A's instead of their ACU's. At first I couldn't figure out why. When the speeches and ceremony were over I realized why. The troopers in their Class A's were friends of those who had made the ultimate sacrifice and they were there to meet/comfort/talk to the family members of those who were being honored.
The regiment had invited those families who had lost a soldier during our deployment and when they had received an RSVP the deceased soldiers' buddies were informed and asked if they wanted to speak with their buddies families.
At one point, after the ceremony, I noticed a family standing in front of the centerpiece, the one with the map of Iraq. A soldier, in Class A's, was showing them where they had been stationed and where their son/husband/brother/nephew/uncle had been killed. It was at this point that I had to look away.
God bless and keep our soldiers and their families.
Ephesians 6:10-17
Posted by Stu
at 12:05 AM CDT
Monday, 23 March 2009
Website Updated
Click the "Spring Break" link on the Family page and then go to the Courthouse and Theater pages for new ones there too.
2 Corinthians 10:5
Posted by Stu
at 7:59 PM CDT
Sunday, 22 March 2009
Friday, Saturday and Sunday
I know what you're thinking. "Why hasn't Stu updated his blog the past few days?" Well, it wasn't for lack of trying. The innarweb has been out here at the hotel since Friday afternoon sometime.
Friday- We got a late start but ended up in Lubbock by early afternoon. We went to the Silent Wings Museum (a museum dedicated to the gliders and glider pilots of WWII).
After that it was lunch at the Triple J Chophouse and Brew Company. Good food, good beer. Then it was off to the Buddy Holly Center and Museum. Unfortunately, photography is not allowed in the exhibit halls. Michael was a bit frustrated by that fact. Then we drove back to Canyon and rested our (read "my") weary feet.
Saturday- First stop: Walmart. "Huh, walmart?" Yes, Walmart... to buy spray paint. Because our second stop was the Cadillac Ranch. So we painted 4 cans worth of spray paint on just about each car there. This is the one attraction that literaly changes by the minute. You can spray something, move to the next car and then move back to the one you just did and someone else has gone over what you just did. So, after painting and picture taking we had to go back to the hotel because someone forgot the NPS Passport books.
Back on the road, we headed to Fritch. But stopped on the way to see the Ozymandias Legs.
North of Fritch is Lake Meredith and South of Fritch is Alibates National Monument. Lunch was picked up at Dairy Queen. The boys ate on the way back to Alibates and then Tab and I ate while waiting for the Park Ranger to arrive for our guided tour of the Flint Quarries. Once we got to the top, my feet were starting to swell up. Soooo, a nice-gingerly-walk back down and it was time for Tab to drop off a copy of Free Texas with the ranger to see about their carrying it at the gift/book store.
From there it was back to Amarillo and to the Panhandle Plains War Memorial and to Walmart. I had to get out of my boots so, I bought some flip-flops. We then drove down Route 66 a bit. We took some pictures and visited Seven Brothers Mercantile. It should have been called "Seven Brothers If-You-Can't-Find-It-Here-You-Won't-Find-It-Anywhere Junk Store." Geez, that place was hard to move around in. If Moiless Fontenot owned a store... it would have been this place. From there it was over to the Big Texan Steak Ranch, "home of the 72oz steak." I had high hopes. The place is famous, it looks really cool and the homemade bleu cheese dressing was awesome. I ordered the 36oz ribeye. I was not impressed. More to the point I was very, very unimpressed. I had to ask for A1... Unimpressed. The A1 was either watered down or some sort of homemade knockoff. Still unimpressed. I left there with a bad taste in my mouth, figuratively and literaly. Back to the hotel.
Sunday- Hey look! We've got internet. We're packing up and getting ready to head back to Nolanville. We should be home sometime between 1700-1900hrs. Depending of course upon how many stops we make.
Hebrews 1:14
Posted by Stu
at 9:04 AM CDT
Thursday, 19 March 2009
What a Friggin Idiot...
The first appearance by a sitting president on "The Tonight Show" may well end up being the last.
President Obama, in his taping with Jay Leno Thursday afternoon, attempted to yuk it up with the funnyman, and ended up insulting the disabled.
Towards the end of his approximately 40-minute appearance, the president talked about how he's gotten better at bowling and has been practicing in the White House bowling alley.
He bowled a 129, the president said.
"That's very good, Mr. President," Leno said sarcastically.
It's "like the Special Olympics or something," the president said.
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Hey! Here's an idea!! Let's insult kids with disabilities!
What a friggin idiot. One more reason to absolutely hate this jackass of a president. As God is my witness, I simply cannot fathom how he was elected.
Posted by Stu
at 11:25 PM CDT
Updated: Thursday, 19 March 2009 11:28 PM CDT
It's Not the Years... It's the Mileage.
We woke up this morning to VERY cloudy skies. As in no blue. At all. So, we headed to the Panhandle Plains Historical Museum. Cool exhibits, confusing layout.
After that it was up to Amarillo to try and find a polarizering filter for my camera. No such luck. However I did find a spare battery.
From there, back to the hotel to download pictures and recharge batteries.
We then headed to Palo Duro Canyon. Wow! This is one colorful and beautiful canyon. By the way; it's the 2nd largest canyon in the US. Guess which one's the first.
We took a 7 mile hike through the canyon and up to the top of the "Lighthouse." My feet, back, shoulders, knees and thighs are screaming at me right now.
Back to the hotel, shower and off to the Kabuki Romanza Steakhouse.
And now, it's 2230hrs and we're watching Star Trek: TOS.
Mark 11:24-25
Posted by Stu
at 10:37 PM CDT
Wednesday, 18 March 2009
Something else I whipped up...
Posted by Stu
at 11:13 PM CDT