Today the Libertarian party choose their presidential candidate Michael Badnarik. A constitutional Scholar. Never heard of the Libertarians? well it seems that they are bent on getting this historically two party goverment all ruffled up for more than the asses and fatso's (donkey & elephant). Check out their site to read up more on their party and their efforts to ease restrictions on smaller parties.
This Gives us now 4 candidates for President this year. Bush, Kerry, Nader, and now Badnarik. So now you have no excuse to just vote on the party lines
I have a friend that has a hair problem, well ok a hair on the ass problem, apparently when he farts he calls his ass the burning bush. He asked me for help, well im not quite upto date on the ass hair thing so I couldnt help. But I found a site that helped him beat his hairy ass.
Well today I started trying to find a Calendar printer for a calendar. Its a project I took on for my school. It called the 'Ladies of Emporia State' basically its the 12 hottest and smartest girls at my school... and I get to pick em ;) So if anyone knows a good fairly in-expensive printer that can do High Gloss work let me know.
After 911 President Bush started pushing for a missle-defense system. Missle to missle defense. Now our patriot rockets did pretty good against the scuds in the Persian Gulf war, but there were still mistakes. But the fumbling ideas of bush may soon were outdated then.
In 1999 the US gov't under Pres. Clinton inked a contract with Boeing, an aircraft and defense contrator. The deal was for 7 Boeing 747's to be re-fitted with COIL lasers. Named the Airborne Laser System (ABL), these laser planes will be able to take out hostile missles within minutes of their launch. The first plane is nearing completion and will be finished by 2006.
ABL will patrol the skies over the US and territories. When its computers sense a missle that is not friendly it can target its laser within seconds while simultaneously scanning and targeting other missles. The plane's laser works by heating up the explosives in the missle until it explodes. The process takes only a few seconds to complete. The laser that ABL uses is similar to MIRACLE, THEL, & MTHEL all developed and tested at White Sands Beach NM.
So why did Bush order the missle defense shield? Why did he not put more stock into these highly advanced aircraft? I personally think that he was jealous of the strides in Military Technology that Clinton made, even while downsizing the military.
As a SETI @ Home user I get this nice little email, here's part of it. Read then go to the forums and comment.
[i]"Of the other signal types, only one candidate was found whose score improved. It is a Gaussian-type signal with a narrow frequency window. This would normally get us excited, but unfortunately the properties of this particular signal don't seem consistent with it being an ET signal. In a narrow frequency window, we would expect to find Gaussians with low Doppler drift rates (ones whose frequency is not changing rapidly with time). This Gaussian candidate consists of signals whose Doppler drift rates are between 10 and 50 Hz per second. These would drift out of our 125 Hz matching window in a few seconds, so if we had looked at that part of the sky even a few seconds later (in any of our observations of this part of the sky), we wouldn't have found a match. So it's not likely that this is an ET signal. Even so, we'll keep an eye on this spot on the sky."[/i]
[i]Twenty years ago, on May 16, 1984, most of the world believed that we had lost a comedic legend forever. This has turned out to be what will inevitably be known as the greatest comic prank ever conceived. Andy Kaufman, by all accounts, is alive and well at age 55 and is now living in New York City on the upper west side. To his loyal supporters and fans, Andy says "sorry about faking my death," in a recent interview with ABC News at his apartment. In order to reach legendary comic status and seal his place in the history of performance art, he said it was "necessary to go away for twenty years."[/i]
Is he really back. That would sooo rock. Andyis an amazing comedian. Supposedly he has his own blog, check it out @ [url=http://andykaufmanreturn s.blo...] andykaufmanreturns.blogspot.com[/url]
Americans, we are a strange breed. We invented the Television, we invented broadcast via satellite, and we invented reporters. Ahhhhhhh the American news reporter.
This morning I watched the LIVE Iraq news briefing. Now they (CPA) told the reporters and the world that Paul Bremmer had nothing to do with Chalabi's home being raided. Did not suggest it, didn't sign a warrant for it, didn't even know it was going on. But still the damned reporters, six in a row, asked in different context if indeed he had called for this raid. Finally an Iraqi reporter got the nod to talk. What did he ask?
If you thought he asked abou Chalabi, your wrong! He wanted to know when the damn roads were going to be finished. The Freaking Roads, didnt give a rats ass about Chalabi's problems, he wants his roads paved, for the love of allah [sarcastic].
After his question was answered the american reporters started in again. Disgusted that they didn't talk the CPA into admitting that Mr. Bremmer planned the raid, the reporters moved onto a different topic. The wedding party. Even though in the briefing Brig. Gen. Mark Kimmitt told reporters that there was evidence left that identified the area as a crossing for Foreign Fighters. Again with the circus of reporters asking the same question about the attack on this 'wedding'. Finally again an Iraqi reporter gets a chance to talk. Did she ask about the wedding?
Nope, in fact she wanted to know when the power outages where going to end and what the Coalition was doing to stabilize the power grid.
So the Iraqi's care about the infrastructure, and the americans care about the drama. This is not a soap opera people. The war is over, this is a time of rebuilding, report on that you jackels.
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I just found this most awesome of things. It's a stripper pole for your frat, your house, your bar. Maybe your a stripper and need an inexpensive practice pole? maybe your a drunken college guy with an awesome rental, nothings says party like a pole! check em out.
Thank you so much for bearing the weight. The weight of freedom, of responsibility, of life and death. Every day for you is a struggle. A struggle to keep the peace, and a struggle to improve the lives of the people your are helping. All the while remembering, knowing that there is a nation behind you and a family that awaits your return. None of us here at home will ever know what it is you see and do every day. The hurt and pain you must feel while under attack, and the glory and joy you have when you help the locals.
Today while in Yahoo! chat I saw and spoke with an army gentleman out of Ft. Riley. He told me he was currently about 30 miles west of Baghdad. He said that the soldiers get some time to get online via satellite. If you are any of these soldiers I urge you to share with us your experiances and thoughts. Start a blog or just hit a chat room. I was thrilled to be speaking with a soldier actually in Iraq, and to hear first hand what he was experiancing.
There has been a lot of fuss lately about this prison thing. I dont know the circumstance behind this nor do i know where it will go. However, I do know that we sent our soldiers to fight tyranny, oppression, and a murderous dictator. Please soldiers do not engage in any dis-honorable activities. If your CO tells you to, then report your CO to someone higher, hell write a newspaper back home. But don't do the same things to these people that we freed them from.
Muqtad al'Sadar has offered money for your deaths, and told his men to keep the women as slaves to rape. I wish I could be the one to make a martyr out of him. that sick bastard!
Keep yourselves safe and write if you need anything.
Side Note: So some of you know I have an aquintance in Iraq right now. His name is Dan Hoelter and he is from KS. My brother was deployed but never left Ft. Riley during his one year orders and was recently moved back to reserve duty.
**If you missed part 1 its right below, read it before reading this.**
...We stumbled down the stairs of the apartment building and out to my beat up 1988 three tones of gray and primer Ford LTD. As I sat down in the drivers seat I felt the rush of alcohol hit my head, like my brain was slowly being strangled. My thoughts turned to all those things i had heard about drinking and driving. Including an accident when i was eight where my own father drove into a houses garage, ricocheted off a new car, side-swiped a boat, and exited though the east side of the garage and into a brick wall. He lived, but it was still scarey.
Stubbornly I shook off these doubts and grew determined to get this girl back to her house, and be the exception to the drunk-driving rule. Afterall I am the Dragon. The choosen, mere alcohol has no affect on me or my judgement. I was shaken from my mind bending diliberation by soft warm lips on my neck. Her breath gently panting against my skin gave rise to an uncontrolled shiver. I leaned in and snagged her juicy dsl's. Her breath intoxicated me more with every passing second of the kiss. I finally pulled back after I felt I had drank my fill.
I fired up ol' graybe and began to pull into the street. Slowly I creeped onto the pavement and began to move down 12th street. Guilt started to fill my semi-conscienceness, I just realized I have no idea who this girl is, where she came from, or what she was doing at the party. Now im flustered and begin to withdraw into shyness, just trying to garner the courage to begin a conversation. Wait Wait im drunk, I can always blame all of this on the alcohol. So I just blurted it out and asked her name. She didnt seem to mind that i hadnt taken the time to ask yet, almost as if the time it took could have been used for something else. Her name was Andrea, and it turns out shes from a town not far from my home.
"Oh, shit" a cop drove by right as my perfect driving began to degrade. Naturally, I being a drunken fool, start freaking out just at the sight. As I looked over it seemed almost as if Andrea had been in this situation before, like it was normal to be drunk and driving around. She tried to keep me calm but I watched in my rearview mirror as the officer pulled off to the side of the road and turned around. My first day of drinking and im already gonna get a DUI and a MIP. My brain was about to burst. I needed to do something, but what? how could i possibly get out of this.
Flash, a lighbulb came on. He cant prove I was driving if I get out of the car before he sees me, that would leave me with just a MIP. I checked the rearview mirror again and see that he's stuck at a stop sign waiting on cross traffic, like a good little piggy. So I drove down to the bottom of the hill we were on. Now with his headlights out of sight I pulled into an empty looking driveway and slam the car into park. Andrea and I run up to the front door, then act like im knocking and waiting for someone to answer. The officer drives by and slows down as he passes us staring as if he had just seen a wanted poster with our faces on it.
"I can't believe this worked" andrea whispered to me as we cautiously walked back to the car. As I reached to open her door my confidence started coming back as I realized that I had just out witted a cop. Not only that but i did it while I was fuckered up and in front of a goregous girl who was already sucking my kiss. I climbed into the drivers seat and exhaled a sigh of relief. "Now we can get to my place." andrea said as she gave me a look that led me to believe her half angel and half devil
Again graybe's battered body started to lead us down the road to her apartment. We sat in silence, but it wasnt an awkward silence. It's like we both knew what was going to happen, why we were really going to her apartment. It was like...what the fuck where's the ambulance. Shit! The same cop was in behind us but this time he had his lights on. I pulled over and tossed a mint in my mouth. Then reached into my wallet to get my license. Hold on I had another idea. I told andrea to start acting supper fucking drunk. As the officer approached and asked for my license & registration I accidently handed him my BSA Eagle Scout Card. I have never seen a more astonished look on an officers face. "You an Eagle scout?" he asked with a voice that sounded like he was choking on twinkies. Before I had a chance to answer he shot again "You been drinking this evening?"
"Yes sir I am an eagle scout, no dont touch alcohol. Just agreed to be a DD for a party. This girl is really messed up and im trying to get her home, but she keeps grabbing at the wheel." He just stood there for a second as if he was waiting on me to tell him I was lying.
"Why did u stop at that house back there?" he asked this like it was a chess game of words and that there was no way a drunk kid could offer legitimate argument or reason. Hopeless as it seemed I decided to try.
"well see my buddy jeremy and his girl live there, and her and I said we'd stop by after the party. He tried to call my cell phone, but I could get her to leave. So I wanted to stop and see if they were up, but it looks like they went somewhere. "
He looked disgusted, but bought it hook line and sinker. He even told me to keep up the good work and handed me back my license and stuff, and then told me to fix my tail-light. As he walked off andrea bursted into laughter and I couldn't help but join in. We laughed our asses off all the way to her place.
We sat in the car and started making out again. This time her breath tasted like a mix of mint and beer. She took my hand and moved it on to her breast. I started rubbing her nipples making them hard. I then moved to lifting her tshirt and put my wet warm tounge on them. Oh, she moaned it made me want to do even more. She started grabbing at my nutsack and rubbing my throbbing man stick like a genie would pop out any moment and grant her a wish. She was moaning like crazy while I rubbed, sucked, and licked away on her breast. She stopped me for a moment and asked that I not kiss too low. She sat up a little and showed in the moonlight a scar that went from the bottom of the right side of her rib cage down to here hip. After staring for a moment she started explaining every gruesome detail of the farm accident. No exactly a turn on if you know what i mean. After the lengthy story I found my buzz going away and a headache replacing it. I told her I had to get home and study. So ended my first night with alcohol, but it would not be my last for there are more parties, finally sex, marijuana, and crime laced adventures coming.
