A. Vivaldi's "Four Seasons - Spring" Concerto

i'm in love

friday, march 25th, 2011

no, it's not what you're thinking. I'm loving a "new discovery" I made on a random thread I visited on FR.com's site, in the links at posts 3, 11 & 20.

As an aficionado of all of Antonio Vivaldi's (1678-1741) concertos and sonatas, I was breath-taken at stumbling upon the works of I Fagiolini Striggio (1536-1592) and Thomas Tallis (1505-1585), last week. I'm still marveling at what I'm hearing every time I listen to them.

Here's a primer on a polyphonic Mass written in 40 vocal parts and up to 80 parts at the end, "lost" for 450 years, and just found at the National Library of Paris, listed under the wrong name and title, instead of I Fagiolini Striggio (1536-1592). And here's the definitive backgrounder on Striggio's just-found works. Listen to all of the numerous links in posts 3, 11 & 20. Turn-up your v5.1 Surround Sound speakers; that's what it was written for playback on your computer, if you have it. Simple stereo works, too. It's the most beautiful music I've ever heard, and I'm a "recovering Methodist". This music by Striggio and Tallis transcends all religions. I took 8 years of Latin and a year of Classical Greek, in both Mt Prospect High School (IL) and at Drake University (IA), so I understand the polyphony Mass almost completely. I don't have the vast Latin vocabulary that I once had, so I had to do some minor research into phrasing and terminology native to the 1500s-1600s, to fully-comprehend what I was listening to.

Here's another 40-part choral polyphony, by a earlier, different composer, Thomas Tallis (1505-1585): "Tallis - Spem In Alium" (plus a beautiful slide show) for listening and enjoyment. Many more Tallis compositions, right here. I could lay in bed all-day Sunday and just listen to this music through and through; same for Striggio's beautiful and wondrous works. Listen to Missa "Ecco si Beato Giorno", and Missa "Ecce Beatam Lucem". Unbelievable, aren't they?

Around The Garden Center

I was up at "0-dark-thirty" — 6:00am as usual — on Friday morning, even though I felt like sleeping-in the extra 2 hours until 8:00am. After making breakfast and coffee, I checked the weather forecast: in the 70s today and snow on Sunday night into Monday morning, with lows in the 30s. Crap. That will put a dent into our plans to move nursery stock out of GHs 1-4, for right now. We'll have to cover GH-5 with white poly, leave the ends open for the cold wind to blow through to "harden-off" the tender plants, and wait until they're ready for the Retail Display area, before we set them out for sale. We've had a lot of damage to the extensive irrigation system piping all through the Nursery areas and in GHs 1-4, all the 8 brass valves and quite a bit of piping had to be replaced. I've never seen a Winter this bad (bitter cold) and the collateral damage from it.

Friday was another über-busy day, with almost too-much-for-me going on every minute, all-day long. Again. I don't know what it is about getting older, but I can't seem to take the daily stress as well as I could a few years ago. Maybe it's that I gave-up alcohol — along with chocolate, breads, pasta, candy, all dairy, and etc — and don't "relax well" in the evenings anymore, until I'm asleep. Sure, I lost 75lbs, but I can't help feel that I "sacrificed too much" along the way to get where I'm at, right now in Life. I did what I did, and for my own reasons, and I'll just have to live with it now. That said, I'm still on Winter Hours and closed on Saturday and Sunday, so I decided to go to "The Cabin" for the weekend after my regular Friday evening church meeting. (Skip down to The Cabin.)

I love skinny, flat-bottomed, wool-knit ties, from the 60s, 70s & 80s; in fact, they're the only type of tie I will wear. I have 17 — 5 black, 2 navy, 2 brown, 3 yellow, 1 white, 1 apricot, 2 red, 1 silver and no forest green, as yet ... — and I've been searching online for weeks, as well in all the local men's store, to little or no avail. I came across a red one at The Men's Wearhouse in East York and bought it for $7.99, and found 4 more online at Macy's (1 block pattern) and 3 more silk-knit ties at Brook's Brothers (1 in black w/ horizontal silver & white stripes, 1 in navy w/ horizontal light blue & silver stripes and 1 in red w/ horizontal navy & silver stripes), and bought all 4 this Monday as I was finishing my morning coffee before leaving for work. The "others" I've found online at various sites, after weeks of diligent searching, are "used", which means I'd be buying something akin to "someone else's used-but-cleaned underwear". Yuk; I'll pass on that opportunity. I'm looking forward to adding these to my "collection" of skinny, flat-bottomed, wool/silk-knit ties.

As I once said, many, many years ago, the months of March and April can be quite unpredictable and very volatile: "Mother Nature's In Charge, We're Just Along For The Ride©". Now, they're calling for temps in the lower 40s/ upper 30s, with cold rain mixing to freezing rain and snow, over the next few weeks. That'll certainly put a "dent" in our outside efforts to repair the GC&N Complex, move existing nursery stock into newly-recovered GH-5 and take deliveries of new, fresh nursery stock. Cold, ice and snow is the "enemy", at this point-in-time, at least until after April 20th, the supposed "last frost date" in this area (more like May 1st).

Last week, Lee and I stopped at The Men's Wearhouse in York, to look for a Spring-weight, tan linen sports jacket and flat-bottom and some flat-bottom, knit-wool ties for me. (I bought the jacket and 1 red knit tie.) I took off my down vest to get fitted for the jacket (48-R), and the lady behind the check-out counter took it from a hook I'd put it on, and hung it up behind the front counter. I went out to the Jeep for my wallet, grabbed the driver's door handle and set-off the car alarm. I couldn't find my keys to stop it, so we all — Lee, me, 8-10 salespeople and customers were on our hands and knees, looking for the keys under the clothes' displays — but they weren't to be found, nor were they in the Jeep's ignition. (I never leave them there when parked in a public place.) My car's alarm also set-off the car's alarm parked next to me, which its owner quickly quashed. Lee and I hoofed it over to the Springettsbury Police Dept, about ½ mile away and politely asked an officer to open the car for me. We walked the ½ mile back, he quickly showed-up and opened the door, but the keys weren't in the ignition; they were in my vest, behind the front counter, unbeknownst to me. The lady behind the counter sheepishly handed me my vest, I retrieved the keys and clicked the "stop alarm" button, much to everyone's' relief, and the nice Police Officer drove off. I later drove back to the station and offered to pay for his service, but they all refused and said that they offered that as a "public service", as part of my (exorbitant and rising) taxes. Highlight of my day, huh?

Every time I go shopping, I buy 10-15 4 & 6-pak boxes of 60w incandescent light bulbs, as well as 75w floodlights, and will NOT switch to the CFLB or Compact Fluorescent Light Bulb, ever. Screw you and your "nanny state", Bush 43 and US Congress! I'm looking for a place to buy *volume* and store the cases in my basement, for use until I die. NEVER will I use mandated CFLs!

I was up at 5:15am on Wednesday, watered and fed Murphy, made breakfast and hurried into work, as I had a lot of things/ stuff to get done, as we received our first load of nursery stock late today: 10gal "Princeton "American" Elms (Ulmus Americana). It was 33°F and very cold, so I donned my ¾-length 80s Marlboro Adventure Team Windbreaker Jacket w/ Hood and left my much-heavier, down-filled WindStream Winter Parka, which had just been dry cleaned and hung away in the front hall closet at home, so as not to mess it up since I had to help unload the trucks and tag trees. We were the 2nd stop on his route, but that could mean just about anything, depending upon the weather. He arrived at 4:15pm, and we unloaded him in >20 minutes, as opposed to the 6½ hours the previous stop took, for just twice the load. Pathetic shithole garden center personnel. I had a site visit just north on Rt 24 to look at, for both drainage, hardscape and landscape problems, so I took Alan along to help me with the numbers. Al from AAP Signs stopped by to pick-up 8 GH pricing hanging signs needing major revisions; he's hand-made and lettered all of my signs at the Complex for the past 21 years and has done an excellent job, as well as become a good friend. I got a lot of paperwork done today, worked on some lscp estimates, and quit around 5:00pm. After getting home and turning on my TV Tuner Card in my HP unit in the kitchen, I noticed that CommieCast had blocked a huge number of channels until I applied for, received and installed a digital set-top box converter, which will arrive UPS in 3-5 days. Shit. Crap.

Wednesday was a cold, rainy day with sleet and light snow mixed-in, early. I'd finished most all of my requisite paperwork on Tuesday at the Office, but there's always something there to do: work on lscp estimates and contracts, clean the bathroom, sweep floors, change light bulbs, field phone calls, help with inventory, tag newly-arriving nursery stock, work on my 2 websites etc. I'd rather be home in a nice, cozy, warm bed all day, with a heating pad on my back, but it is what it is. I tagged the 40 "Princeton" American Elms (Ulmus Americana) which arrived yesterday, and got my Marlboro Parka filthy by squeezing by the dirty tree trunks applying the 40 price tags. My 3 new ties from Brook's Brothers — (1 in black w/ horizontal gray & white stripes, 1 in navy w/ horizontal light blue & white stripes and 1 in red w/ horizontal navy & white stripes) — arrived via FedEx Wednesday afternoon, along with a BB Catalog (like I can afford their stuff, anymore, as I wore exclusively BB's when I worked in NYC in the 70s & 80s), and I was ecstatic. I'm just waiting for the Macy's (1 black & gray horizontal block pattern) tie to arrive, and then life is good, once again. I quit at 4:30pm and went home. "Justified" is on tonight (FX-TV) at 10:00pm & 11:00pm, so I'll DVR the earlier show for my 2nd Season HD Collection, until the official "Season 2" DVD comes out in January 2012.

Up at 4:14am, it was snowing lightly, then it changed to freezing rain and sleet, and then to drizzle. After getting into the office by 8:00am, the drizzle had turned back to a light snow, and the weather forecasts were calling for 3-8" of snow on Sunday night into Monday morning! Shit. Crap!

We just don't need this right now, dammit. I have a medium-sized (500+ gallons and quarts) perennial delivery coming around 12:30pm tomorrow from Quality Greenhouses in nearby Dover (PA), and temps are now dropping back into the 20s and lower-30s at night, with daytime temps not breaking 40°F, so everything goes inside GH-4, for now. Next week, Iseli Nursery, Blue Sterling Nursery and Piedmont Nursery are delivering truckloads of rare, unusual and hard-to-find nursery stock and if we get the predicted snowfall, we'll be out plowing and shoveling early on Monday morning just to be able to get them up the 1,000ft driveway just to unload the trucks. After we get GH-5 covered, we can move GH-3's & GH4's "pushed" contents up there to "harden-off, and use GH-3/ GH-4 to house more perennials as they come in. My large (1,000 gallons and quarts) delivery of perennials comes in two weeks, so we should be ready for it, weather permitting, even if we have to work in knee-deep snow to cover GH-5. Yikes, there's a light snow coming down at 10:25am Thursday, right now!

More and more people are either coming-in or calling for work to be done, so I have lots of site visits over the next 2-3 weeks scheduled, and lscp estimates plus PA-PLNA hardscape contracts to do. And we're a long way from getting the Center into tip-top operating condition. So much freezing damage was done to the irrigation system — both in the GHs and underground — that we've been busy for the past 2½ weeks just replacing PVC pipes and valves, to get the watering of existing and newly-incoming plant material done. We haven't even started on the really large projects yet, but with 2 new employees coming next Monday 3/28, the pace should pick-up considerably. There's only so much that Alan, Arthur, Kim and I can do in a day, right now. This'll be my last weekend off, as we start Spring Hours on Friday 4/1, and they last until July 1st, when we close on Sundays for both July and August, and then re-open Sundays in September, October and November. I hate working 7 days a week. Did I say that before?

The “Virtual Cabin” – A Novella

The Feds

After leaving my condo at 7:15pm, and attending my church meeting at 8:00pm on Friday, I was quickly on I-83 headed north to Adam's Junction by 9:15, and arrived at the road to The Cabin, which was totally-blocked in all directions, by the mud slides from the torrential rains we had last weekend, just after I arrived, stranding me for the entire weekend. The mountainous hillsides had now finally dried-out and I could see many older trees had either slid down or fallen, due to loosening of their root

systems by the rains, and just simple gravity. I pulled into the 1,000ft driveway and parked by the right-side of The Cabin's large deck & picnic table, to unload my duffel bag, AR-10 .308cal (7.62 x 51mm NATO) and Beowulf .50cal rifles. The 4 front motion-sensing floodlights had gone on as I drove up to The Cabin, as they should have. I disarmed the building and carried my stuff inside, to a waiting Jenny (the abandoned dog I adopted many months ago). At least she was happy to see me, so I quickly refilled her 3 food and water bowls, while turning-up the furnace and turning-on the lights. Temps were dropping from the nice, mild 76°F, as I left York, into the mid-40s, and would probably go down into the upper-30s by later tonight, here in the mountains. I unpacked, checked the flu in the Living Room, and carried-in 3 more armloads of split firewood from the Firewood Stack on the Back Porch, refilling it from the Firewood Storage Shed in the Backyard, for evening fires.

I called Sgt Clay at the Adam's Junction Police Station, to let him know I was in town and would be available for Deputy Sheriff duty either Saturday or Sunday. I needed one day off to "decompress" and "do nothing" from the week's stress, which I wasn't handling all that well this early, in my 21st Season. He understood and asked me to report on Saturday. Time to get to sleep, as I had to be into the station by 7:30am for a briefing and to pick-up my Police Gear. I closed down and armed the building, turned the furnace down to 68°F. I took them and the Kimber 1911 "Eclipse Target II" .45cal ACP into the Master Bedroom with me, for the night. Jenny soon joined me at the foot of the King-sized bed. I was asleep quickly.

Waking-up at 4:15am, I fed and watered Jenny, made breakfast: grits, ½lb of country bacon, 3 sunny-side-up eggs, an English Muffin and French Roast coffee. After doing the dishes and putting them in the sink rack to dry, I made the bed, and shaved, showered in the Bathroom and the dressed for Deputy work at the Adam's Junction. My Deputy Sheriff Badge & ID and Galco 2-extra magazine holster were the order of the day, with plenty of extra ammo mags for the Kimber and both rifles, loaded and ready to go. It was getting light and temps were at 35°F, so I loaded my gear and rifles into the Jeep and headed for town. I could still see the "stains" on the road's surface from the mud slides of last weekend, although all the debris was gone.

I pulled into Parking Space #7, and noticed 15 large Black GMC Suburbans, bearing US Gov't Plates also parked in the lot around back, and went inside the newly-converted Conference Room, where Capt Bunce, Sgt Clay and 2 Deputies were just milling around until I got there to start the meeting. They were joined by the 35-plus Agents from the FBI, BATFE and US Marshalls who were investigating two daylight robberies at First National Bank and 1st Federal Credit Union, on Monday, by the Holtzaples & Co, who supposedly got away with over $1,800,000 in cash. I was briefed, paired with Deputy Tim, and picked-up my Police


Gear at the locker room, after putting on my bulletproof vest under my other outer clothes. Clay was pleased that I wore the vest. I asked Clay if Tim and I got "into it", would I be able to loan him my Beowulf .50cal, instead of him using that worthless, dept-issued 12ga shotgun at 60-100ft? He okayed that and told Tim. We headed my Jeep, with magnetic signs for the doors and the red light for the roof. By 8:05am we were on patrol in my assigned 10-square block of Main street in Downtown Adam's Junction. Just a few cars and trucks out, so I stopped at Roy's Shell Gas & Service Station and quickly gassed-up, and got a receipt. Deputies Alex and Bob would take the outer, rural area and stay in constant radio contact, every 3-5 minutes, in case they came across the Holtzapple's cadre of ID'd pick-up trucks, in that isolated area.

Tim had a "slight hangover" and wasn't as chatty, as he normally was. I felt great without the deleterious effects of alcohol anymore. Plus, my dropping 85lbs (247 to 172) really helped with my energy, alleviated 99% of my back problems and lowered my BP 51-pts.

We completed the entire outer residential circuit in 45 minutes, and were about ready to begin the downtown patrol, when Deputy Alex radioed that he saw a barn with several of the trucks inside and the door half open. They made positive ID with binoculars against plates on the Federal Wanted Sheets. No shots had yet been fired. He gave his "10-20 location", and the FBI, BATFE and US Marshalls were quickly on their way in their "Black 2011 GMC Suburbans", Code 1 (no lights or sirens). I radioed Capt Bunce and Sgt Clay and asked them what they wanted us to do. They said to position ourselves in the northeast quadrant of my sector, out of sight, in case the Feds ran into real trouble and needed our back-up; otherwise stay out of their way, as it was a Federal matter. No problem. We took-up a facing-position with a 100-600x power, long-range Zeiss spotting scope on steadying a stand fixed to the dash, operated by Tim for my shots, and just watched the situation unfold from bad to worse.

From the glass, I could see a very large 1950s farm complex, the barn and many pick-up trucks parked inside, a 3-story white farmhouse and numerous out-buildings, plus much livestock in the grazing fields and at the fenced-in troughs. There was a middle-aged man with a shotgun, sitting on a rocker on the large front porch, ostensibly keeping watch, since the driveway from the side road was over 2,500ft long and there were few other ways of getting near the complex without being seen. I could also see spotters in the upper floor windows, also with scoped deer rifles (30:06cal). Using Tach II, I notified the Feds of what they were up against — the acknowledged and thanked me — but that didn't even slow them down. Two of their Suburbans immediately drove-up the long driveway, causing the man on the front porch, to scurry inside and close the door behind the screen door. More armed men appeared in the many open windows all around the front and sides of the house. I got out of the Jeep, opened the rear tailgate compartment, and began "prepping" the AR-10's scope, loading thirty 25-round magazines, and adding-in several "battle-paks" of .308cal ammo to the now-heavy "Jack Bauer" Satchel Bag I'd have slung over one shoulder. I just knew this wasn't going to end well.

I briefly showed Tim what the .50cal Beowulf was all about, and he was stunned. It would be good only from 100-300 yards, but it delivered a horribly awesome .505 inch lethal punch, and he was way to far away to have any measurable effect right now with it, let alone his service .38cal revolver or Police-issued 12ga shotgun. He'd have to wait until we all stormed the place, if it got that far into a battle, to use it effectively from 50-100ft with great effect.

Right now, it all was totally in the hands of the 2 Suburbans driving-up the long gravel driveway toward the 3-story white farmhouse barn and numerous out-buildings. The other 13 Suburbans and my Jeep were parked out of their immediate rifle range, and awaiting a report from the Feds. The other Feds were busily-donning bulletproof vests, helmets and Kevlar arm-leg-gear, loading automatic rifles, getting tear gas rifles and canisters ready, and even calling-in 3 "black helicopters" to land in the field across the dirt road, unload their "Spec-Op TAC" Teams, power-down and wait for instructions. A place called Waco came to mind, right away. I was getting a little nervous.

I told the BATFE & FBI Commanders that I had clear, clean shots at 15 perps in the windows, but they refused to let me take them out. I put the thumb-safety back on the AR-10, and waited, looking at Tim with a big scowl. The first 400-500 shots came from automatic weapons from inside the farmhouse and barn, and the livestock around back of the barn, scattered into the distant fields. Both Suburbans were riddled and all broken windows were covered with bloodstains, flesh and hair as the SUVs came to a slow stop on the lawn and driveway. There were probably no survivors. I got behind the Jeep's motor on the leeward side from the farmhouse, laid a shooting pad down, set-up my tripod and carefully fitted the AR-10 to it. Off came the Leupold lens' caps and I dialed-in the farmhouse and barn windows. Less than 30 seconds later, the Commanders radioed back, and ordered me to take the shots while they readied a team to get to the 2 Suburbans and see if anyone lived through all that gunfire and carnage.

In under 2¼ minutes, I had quickly and cleanly-hit, at 600yds with my AR-10s .308 (7.62 x 51mm NATO), all 15 perps in the windows of the house and barn, 3 more in the doorways of each structure, and 1 running between them, making it 18 clean kills and 1 "maybe". Sporadic shots were still coming from the house's rooftop "widow's walk", where one of them was sniping at us in the Jeep, and getting painfully close. When he "peeped" around the weathervane structure, I hit him in the forehead, he rolled down the roof and fell 3 stories on to the lawn. Suddenly, except for a forlorn and scared dog's barking, all was quiet. 20 down and dead. The BATFE/FBI On-Scene Commanders called back into the house and no one answered. We wondered if the home's owners had survived the robbers' and murderers' initial break-in. It was Chris and Barb Allison's Farm and property (4th generation), according to Tim. The UH-60L Blackhawk choppers had already taken off before I fired my final shot at the perp on the roof, and were circling the entire property, looking for anyone trying to escape. Clear as far as they could ascertain.

I had a magazine left with 7 of the 20 rounds in it, and 29 more full magazines with 20 rounds in each of them, as back-up, plus the 200-round "battle-pak". I clicked-on the safety and leaned the rifle against the Jeep's fender, turned my back against it and slumped to the ground. "Great shooting, Deputy!" came the response over the crackling radio, from the BATFE/FBI Commanders. By them, multiple Suburbans and 7-8 ambulances had reached the 2 riddled Suburban units in the driveway. All 8 Feds were very dead. Terribly sad. If I had just been allowed to take-out the 18+ perps, all the Feds' deaths could have been easily-avoided. Later I learned that DA Roberts, Capt Bunce and Sgt Atler *pleaded* with the Feds to allow me to do what I do best, based upon my SF3 3-tour record in The Nam: accurate and rapid sniper shots with 752 "confirmed kills". They were all refused permission and it was being done the Feds' way or no way. Sending those 2 units into certain death was crazy, IMO. It all could have been avoided. I noticed that Tim was pouting about it, and put a hand on his shoulder as I understood what he was going through. I also thought about the dead Feds' wives, children, Mothers and Fathers, sisters and brothers. Who would tell them what suicide run they were ordered to undertake.

It was already 12:15pm, and the place was a madhouse, with medical ambulances and personnel, CSI, Coroner's Wagons, Fire Dept, US Marshals, BATFE and FBI scrambling everywhere. Tim and I just sat against the front fender wheel well of my Jeep, and waited it all out, until the Feds came for us. We both were getting hungry, and decided it better to wait until were dismissed to go back on patrol, before getting something to eat. I'd brought along a couple of boxes of 6 cheese, peanut butter & crackers packages, so we partook of them, with water from our canteens. All too soon, the Feds came to us and the merciless, unending questions began. We were there for and additional 2½ hours, talking into recorders, filling-out forms and finally dismissed around 3:10pm. Tim and I went to Nell's Kitchen Restaurant & Drive-In to grab a sandwich and soft drink to take with us, since we missed so much road time patrolling.

Before long, it was 5:15pm, and we headed back to the Adam's Junction Police Station & Town Hall, and checked-in. Sgt Clay asked if we could stay until 8:00pm, since the place was also a madhouse with Feds everywhere. TV and radio crew trucks were parked all over the street and my #7 space had a big Black Suburban parked in it. No matter; we went back out and did another two circuits of the downtown and outer fringes of my assign 10-square block area, gassed-up at Roy's and got a receipt, and then returned to quit for the day. I filled-out my paperwork, expense report and put my gear into my locker. Two FBI and BATFE Senior Agents approached me and asked if I'd be interested in joining them as a Fed. I told them my "circumstance" in this virtual village, and they said that they were from all over Penna and NJ, and that I'd fit right in, providing I could pass the physical, written and background requirements. My only problem was what to do with my business, when one of them said that the US Gov't would pay double my asking price, to get me on their team as a sniper. I told them I'd give it some thought and they gave me their cards, and said to "think hard and fast". I signed-out to the room's applause of over 60 people, since word had spread about my marksmanship, which also made me a bit nervous.

I drove the darkened, lonely road to The Cabin to unload my gear, water and feed Jenny, shower and get some sleep for the night. I was exhausted; after all, I was now 61 and also 2-3x most of their ages. I wasn't concerned about the written or background; t would be the very, very tough physical obstacle course that I'd have trouble with, as a 50-year smoker. After going inside The Cabin, I noticed a Gov't Black Suburban pull across the driveway entrance, as if to guard it, quickly-armed the building and gathered my Remy 11-87 12ga and Kimber .45cal to take to the Master Bedroom with me for the night. Jenny soon joined me, and kept looking out the BR door, as if "something" was out there.

I had Sunday off, so I took one Lunesta® 1mg, and went to sleep like a baby. I'd consider their Fed job and GC&N "buyout offer" on Sunday, unless I was called-in by Capt Bunce or Sgt Clay for Deputy duty. Jenny's barking and the extensive alarm system would quickly wake me if any intruders tried to force their way in, and both weapons had rounds chambered, full magazines with safeties on, ready for action. Zzzzzzzzz.

It was snowing when I got up on Sunday and we'd already had 3-5", so I turned on the Police Scanner to catch-up on the Dispatcher's chatter. I turned-on my overnight-charged cellphone, which had 6 voice mails in the queue, and they all were from Sgt Clay or the Feds. So I shaved, showered, made Eggs Benedict w/ fresh Hollandaise Sauce, ruby red grapefruit sections and French Roast coffee, before answering the voice mails. It was only 5:20am. Clay urgently wanted to talk to me in private first and the Feds could wait. They'd filled the local B&B (bed and breakfasts) in town and were going to be back at the crime scene all day today. I called Clay and he asked me to meet him at Roy's Shell Gas Service Station, around back of the garage, both cars parked out-of-sight. Now I was really getting nervous. Roy ushered us into his two bays and closed the doors, so we'd have some privacy.

Clay told me that it would be a "golden opportunity" to join the Feds, whatever branch I chose, but that there were "inherent dangers" in doing so. All three — FBI, BATFE and US Marshalls — would love to have my unusual "talents" aboard, but life could get very dangerous and rough with them, at any and all times. He mentioned my 3 (1969-1971) highly-decorated SF3 tours in The Nam and said these guys "more-than-played for keeps", and had no problem throwing their own under the nearest tractor-trailer (nay bus) if the conditions warranted it, to make a case. A Good Sniper like me was very highly-prized, but was legally and physically-expendable, if need be. He said basically that all were "Jack-Booted Thugs", and I'd need to really search my soul if I "sold-out" to them, with the GC&N Complex paid double what it was worth. That meant that "they owned my ass, lock-stock-and-barrel", forever, once Agency protocols and secrets are shared. Kind of like the Mafia: "once you're in, you can't ever get out, alive". Now, I was beyond nervous. At 61, I didn't need this kind of pressure and bullshit in my life. I thanked Clay for his advice and counsel, and we opened the bay doors, only to find 3 Gov't Black Suburbans parked across the street. One or both of our vehicle was GPS'd and they'd followed us, most likely hearing everything Clay had said to me. I took it from there and walked over to the lead SUV.

Special Agent Brian Donahue, BATFE and 4 other Agents were surrounded by electronic gear, so I knew they were eavesdropping and recording. The FBI was in the 2nd Suburban and the US Marshalls were in the 3rd Suburban. Several score more US Gov't SUVs were already at the scene, with a boatload of CSI and they wanted me to come back with them to "reenact what I'd done to drop 19 perps in under 2¼ minutes. I said I'd have to go back to The Cabin and get my AR-10, carrying case, extra magazines, plus the 200-round "battle pak", and Donahue said that one of their units would follow me there and back, for "my safety" from the perps' friends. There were 4 in the SUV with automatic weapons, which I could only drool-over.

I told them that I was possibly close to making a decision to join, but had to check with my immediate family, personal and corporate attorney and realtor, who was handling the very private $10-million sale of my 20-acre, 21-year old Complex to only selected/qualified prospects. Donahue understood and nodded, and asked when I'd have an firm answer. By the end of next week, I hoped after many details and discussions, and after numerous "loose ends" are accounted-for. He nodded again, gave me his card with both his home phone and cellphone on it, plus all his office and TACH numbers. The 3 Suburbans sped-off toward yesterday's crime scene, where CSI and a lot of others were still investigating. I looked around at Clay, and all he could mutter was, "Dammit, dammit, dammit! Be careful, John, please!"

It looked like Sunday was going to be a waste for me, as far as resting-up and reading; I hadn't anticipated all these Feds wanting "a piece of me". One of the US Marshalls, Deputy Chief Tim Johnson, climbed into my Jeep's backseat, after asking permission, to ride shotgun, just in case. I gathered my weapons, added a few layers of clothes and a heavier coat, and I was actually glad for the company on the 45-minute to the other side of the village's rural area, and quizzed him about my favorite TV Show, "Justified", starring Timothy Oliphant. He just laughed and said it wasn't much like the TV Series, though a good entertaining show, with all the US Marshalls getting killed lately, nationwide. He told me that he and hundreds, if not thousands of Fed LEOs (law enforcement officers) avidly read my weekly "Journal" and agreed with 99.7% of what I said, although the NSA, CIA and FBI have 2-3 filing cabinets full of my printed pages and emails from that "Journal", going back to 1996. I was flattered and felt somewhat violated at the same time. He said there was nothing to worry about: I had been issued a PA-CCW since 1990 and had several Class III Weapons with the US Tax Stamps, so I was "clean" to join them if I wanted to do so.

We arrived at the 3-story white farmhouse barn and numerous out-buildings, which had been the site of a terrible loss of life yesterday, mainly due to my duty with my AR-10 .308cal (7.62 x 51mm NATO), with the special Leupold CQ/T Scope, saving countless FED and local LEO lives, but losing 4 on their Commander's (dumb) orders. I was asked to set-up at the same spot on the parallel dirt road, facing the house, hundreds of yards away. There was a semi-circle of BATFE/FBI/US Marshal and local LEO "Snipers" standing around behind me, filming everything I did. When the human-sized silhouettes were put in-place in the house, barn, two other smaller out-buildings (which hadn't happened yesterday at all) and in between the main buildings, my earpiece (from the Commanders) said that I had just under 2¼ minutes to perform the same shots.

I laid my shooting pad on the warm hood of the Jeep, set-up the AR-10 and tripod, laid-out fresh, loaded mags on the pad, readied the Leupold Scope, and waited. Then came the order to *GO*! I picked my targets carefully as I had the day before, and they had added-in 3 add'ls, but no matter, I hit "centermass" and headshot 22 targets in just under 2 minutes, even the target on the house's "widow's walk", much to the FED's amazement. They had it on film, as they did yesterday in the live-fire bloodbath. The FED Snipers had been put to shame, as none of them could do what I did in under 4½ minutes, and many had several misses and non-lethal shot placements. I got so many handshakes and applause that I was truly embarrassed, once again. The three FED Commanders studied and re-studied the films, and joined-in the handshakes. I began cleaning-up spent brass, and packing-away my AR-10 for the ride back to The Cabin — it was now 11:45am — and I was getting hungry for a grilled cheese, homefries and a bowl of tomato soup at Nell's Kitchen, that I excused myself since I wasn't on-duty, and prepared to leave. But I was stopped by one of the Commanders, who wanted to know if I'd come to a decision on joining their teams of Sharpshooters/Snipers. I told him that I hadn't, but was still thinking about it. I explained that the background checks (NCIS) and written tests would be a breeze, but that the physical at 61, with my history of back problems, in a 16-week "boot camp" environment, would definitely be a problem, even though I'd lost 82lbs — from 247lbs to 162lbs — recently. 20 or 30 years ago, this wouldn't even be an "issue" (I hate that word), but now it is. He said that we could "work around that" and that he'd check with the Bureau's (DOJ) Director about "alternatives and options". I said fine, and continued my prep for leaving and eating. Clay and Tim were all smiles and handshakes, and offered to buy lunch. I'd take them up on it this time.

Clay and Tim followed me to Nell's Kitchen to get some lunch, and we were followed by 2 Gov't Black Suburbans, who parked nearby, and walked with us inside. There was already a line formed, and the 4 Feds walked to the head of the line and demanded 2 tables. I grabbed one of their arms, and said that "we don't do that kind of thing around here; we wait our turn". Angered, he jerked loose and went to the back of the line with his 3 companions. Nell came up front with menus and seated 8 more people, and told me that she had the banquet room prepped for me and my "guests". I thanked her graciousness and courtesy, and told the 4 Feds that I'd called-in reservations for a private room for Clay, Tim and I, and that Nell could accommodate them, too. That seemed to assuage their ire. Hot-headed bastards, aren't they? A Federal Badge doesn't mean shit to me, but it sure meant "something" to them; guess "their sh•t doesn't stink". Nell led us into the room, we ordered, ate and Clay gave the bill to the Feds, while we left the 25% tip.

I went back to the Police Station with Clay and Tim to talk about the upcoming weeks' schedules, and he penciled-me-in for 1 more weekend, before my Garden Center Business would make me work 7 days a week, and not offer me any Volunteer Deputy time in Adam's Junction. Unless I could get free by having an employee work for me, I'd be stuck on that schedule until July & August, when we closed on Sundays. At 61, working 7 days a week is way too much "work time" for anyone; me especially. By now, I should have a trusted manager who works weekends and takes 2-3 weekdays off, but I don't. I've looked for 21 years and no one even comes close to that position, around the York area. I drove back to The Cabin at 2:15pm and went inside to relax, do some laundry, house cleaning, feed and water Jenny, and relax by a roaring fire. A Gov't Black Suburban was again parked at the end of my driveway. I armed the building and did my chores before relaxing and continuing with some long overdue reading. By 5:30pm, the Suburban was gone and I decided to call Randy, Roy's son and my driveway's Winter snowplower, to see if he could once again feed Jenny twice daily, if I didn't make it down to The Cabin in April, May and June, due to my new work schedule. He'd done so last Summer, and Jenny liked him. He said he could, for the same $25/ week, plus do some clean-up outside after storms, when needed, for a few bucks more. At least that problem was settled.

I fed and watered Jenny, closed-down, armed The Cabin and headed for York. (Jump back-up to "Around The Garden Center".)

muslim "Heritage" In America?

Ol' shit-for-brains, Barack Hussein ∅bummer, during his Cairo speech, said: "I know, too, that islam has always been a part of America's story." Say what, ∅bummer?

Really? Were those muslims that were in America when the Pilgrims first landed? Funny, I thought they were Native American Indians. Were those muslims that celebrated the first Thanksgiving Day? Sorry again, those were Pilgrims and Native American Indians.

Can you show me one muslim signature on the United States Constitution? Declaration of Independence? Bill of Rights? Didn't think so.

Did muslims fight for this country's freedom from England? No.

Did muslims fight during the Civil War to free the slaves in America? No, they did not. In fact, muslims to this day are still the largest traffickers in human slavery. Your own half brother, a devout muslim, still advocates slavery himself, even though muslims of Arabic descent refer to "black muslims" as "pug nosed slaves." Says a lot of what the muslim world really thinks of your family's "rich islamic heritage," doesn't it Mr. ∅bummer?

Where were muslims during the Civil Rights Era of this country? Not present. There are no pictures or media accounts of muslims walking side by side with Martin Luther King Jr, or helping to advance the cause of Civil Rights.

Where were muslims during this country's Woman's Suffrage era? Again, not present. In fact, devout muslims demand that women are subservient to men in the islamic culture. So much so, that often they are beaten for not wearing the 'hajib' or 'burka', or for talking to a man who is not a direct family member or their husband. Yep, the muslims are all for women's rights, aren't they, ∅bummer?

Where were muslims during World War II? They were aligned directly with Adolf Hitler, and the Nazis. The muslim grand mufti himself met with Adolf Hitler, reviewed the troops and accepted support from the Nazi's in killing Jews.

Finally, Mr. ∅bummer, where were muslims on Sept. 11th, 2001? If they weren't flying planes into the World Trade Center, the Pentagon or a field in Pennsylvania killing nearly 3,000 people on our own soil, they were rejoicing in the Middle East. No one can dispute the pictures shown from all parts of the muslim world celebrating on CNN, Fox News, MSNBC and other cable news networks that day. Strangely, the very "moderate" muslims who's asses you bent over backwards to kiss in Cairo, Egypt on June 4th were stone cold silent post 9-11. To many Americans, their silence has meant approval for the acts of that day.

And THAT, Mr. ∅bummer, is the "rich heritage" muslims have here in America.

Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to mention the Barbary Pirates. They were and still are, all murderous muslim garbage, richly deserving of summary death.

And now we can add November 5th, 2009: the slaughter of 13 American dead and wounding of 29 other American Soldiers at Fort Hood by a muslim major who is a doctor and a psychiatrist, and who was supposed to be counseling soldiers returning from battle in Iraq and Afghanistan.

The "heritage" of any and all subhuman muslim slime, garbage and scum in America is that of wanton destruction, murder and death. From 9-11 to so-called "honor killings", to massacres on US Army Bases and the many plots to blow-up people, places and things, the subhuman muslim filth are indeed, "The Enemy Within Our Gates".

The real enemy is islam, not just "radicalized muslims", Rep Peter King (R-NY). Wake-up America and smell the islamic stench surrounding us all!

Memo to Mr. ∅bummer: "allahu akbar!" is a war cry, you racist, dumbfucking, hate-America, piece-of-pigshit, Kenyan asshole!

That finally, Mr. ∅bummer is the "muslim heritage" in America. All muslims and everything islamic should be outlawed in America, and should be made punishable by summary execution, IMO.

∅bummer, your "muslim heritage" is piracy, plain and simple, going back hundreds of years and continuing today.

mo-Ham-head + allah = Satan!

Any questions, half-breed, sambo, lowlife scumbag, you stinking ∅bummer asshole?

The Global Warming Money Pit

Have you seen this video: "BBC: The Great Global Warming Swindle"? It was outright-banned from leftist, hate-filled, dirtbag, lowlife scumbags, Google.com's and YouTube.com's websites, by the mentally-ill, left-wing, global warming idiot wackos, but I've preserved it, for posterity, aka you, me and *ours*. Watch, be informed and download it for others to see. It's on my corporate server, and will stay there, BTW.

Here's what the Global Warming Scam is all about. Sweet, huh? They're so transparent, aren't they?

Here's everything you need to know about the Global Warming Fraud, and why it's a good thing. It's a l-o-n-g article, so get a sandwich, iced tea and settle-in, for a very informative read. I'm right there with you, BTW.

The "Greenhouse Effect" is a natural and valuable phenomenon, without which, the planet would be uninhabitable. Global Warming, at least in recent times, is real. CO2 is not a significant greenhouse gas; 95% of the contribution is due to Water Vapor. Man's contribution to Greenhouse Gasses is relatively insignificant. We didn't cause the recent Global Warming and we cannot stop it. Solar Activity appears to be the principal driver for Climate Change. CO2 is a useful trace gas in the atmosphere, and the planet would actually benefit by having more, not less of it, because it is not a driver for Global Warming and would enrich our vegetation, yielding better crops to feed the expanding population. CO2 is not causing global warming, in fact, CO2 is lagging temperature change in all reliable datasets. The cart is not pulling the donkey. Wake-up, folks.

Here's a listing of The Best Global Warming Videos on the Internet.

Hey, fat, shit-for-brains, bloated, liar, huckster, fraud, criminal, charlatan, scumbag, loser, disgraced ex-VP AlGoreBore (LIAR-TN), is back using $300 million of OPM (Other Peoples' Money) to promote his Global Warming Bullshit, after the worst Winter in over 100 years. Welcome back, fatso huckster asswipe, AlGoreBore!

CO2 bad? No; CO2 is good, and we need more of it, or we're in for a very cold period, very soon. Here are the facts about CO2.

Roger Revelle of Scripps Institution of Oceanography, Harvard University and University of California San Diego, spits on the lying scumbag, AlGoreBore. My, my, oh my. (((snicker))) No, there's no consensus on Glo-bullshit Warming, other than it's a LIE! Just ask Alfred P. Sloan Professor of Atmospheric Science at MIT, Richard S. Lindzen; he's eminently-qualified to call AlGoreBoreAsshole, a LIAR! As I am.

There's another "ice age" coming, not the AlGoreBoreLiar 'Glo-bull warming' crap.

Larsen B Ice Shelf in Antarctica collapses in 2002 = Glo-bullshit Warming? Doubt it.

Read this Glo-bullshit Warming idiocy. Go ahead; I'll wait.

AlGoreBore's "hypocrisy"? See it right here!

You need to watch this 30 minute film; it's an eye-opener if you think that we're running out of crude oil, and that America has no reserves. We have more oil and natural gas in Alaska alone, than all the rest of the world's known reserves, COMBINED! Grab an adult beverage, and watch it.

Better get out your Winter coats, 'snuggies', wool socks and snow shovels, as it seems we've got an 80-year "Little Ice Age", on the way. Yawn; no biggie.

AlGoreBore's "Glo-bull Warming Bullshit" has spawned so-called 'cottage industries' around the world, worth hundreds of millions and probably billions of dollars, for green corporation validation, carbon credits, foundation & university climate studies, grants and a host of other BS-related crap to his lies and garbage. Global warming competes with cancer and competes with AIDS for a finite amount of money. This year's natural resurgence will surely see the global warmists, led by celebrity warmist, Gore, compete viscously for those US Taxpayers' hard-earned dollars. And I'm betting that the really important disease, cancer, loses to Glo-bullshit Warming and AIDS. Dammit.

F*ck all the "Glo-bullshit Warming Alarmists"! I say, FUCK-THEM-UP, and cleanse the planet, if they try to physically-intimidate and hurt anyone! I will; count on it! "Get in my face", assholes, and that'll be your last day on this Earth! If there are any "dissenting scientists" out there, who need protection, just get in-touch with me, and I'll guard you & yours. You can count upon that, folks!

Have you taken "The Global Warming Test"? If you have a sentient, functioning brain, and a simple knowledge of "the facts", you'll easily get a 10-of-10, as I did. Go ahead, and give it a try!

Read this article and pick-out "The WWF's Big Lie". If you chose this paragraph — "Summer sea ice is now forecasted to completely disappear in the summer months sometime between 2013 and 2040 — something which hasn't happened for over a million years." — you'd be right. There isn't, and never has been and ice on the earth dated at a million years old, and who the hell was around back then to begin recording it? The lying sacks-of-shit at the World Wildlife Fund (WWF) are typical lowlife, left-wing wacko scumbags, in-bed with the "Glo-Bull Warming" Crap, of asshole AlGoreBore and his phony, money-making scam. The oldest, and not reliably-dated ice cores are >160,000 years, and those are shaky in fact, at best. So where did the lying WWF pull the million year crap from? Their asses, of course!

Shit-for-brains, mentally-ill, fat, bloated liar, AlGoreBore's (LOWLIFE-TN) "ally", in NASA's Goddard Institute for Space Studies (GISS), which is run by AlGoreBore's chief scientific ally/"asshole/butt-buddy"— Dr James "Moron-Cretin-Asshole" Hansen (DIRTBAG-NASA) — and is one of four bodies responsible for monitoring global temperatures, announced that "last month was the hottest October on record". Total, factual bullshit and lies. This was startling. Across the world there were reports of unseasonal snow and plummeting temperatures last month, from the American Great Plains to China, and from the Alps to New Zealand. China's official news agency reported that Tibet had suffered its "worst snowstorm ever". In the US, the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration registered 63 local snowfall records and 115 lowest-ever temperatures for the month, and ranked it as only the 70th-warmest October in 114 years. So what explained the anomaly? GISS's computerized temperature maps seemed to show readings across a large part of Russia had been up to 10 degrees higher than normal. But when expert readers of the two leading warming-skeptic blogs, "Watts Up With That and Climate Audit", began detailed analysis of the GISS data they made an astonishing discovery. The reason for the freak figures was that scores of temperature records from Russia and elsewhere were not based on October readings at all. Figures from the previous month had simply been carried over and repeated two months running. Read this article, and find out why both lying, corrupt, criminal, subhuman idiots, GoreBore & Hansen, should be stood against a wall, and shot, IMO. In fact, the pathetically-socialist, left-wing UK, has just begun to awaken to what the "Climate Change Bill" will do to destroy their nation, or what's left of it. IMO, it's probably too late now to save the UK, but at least some of the more Conservative people over there, will at least get the chance to flee to America (or elsewhere), before we also "go down the proverbial dumper", as they've done. Heh.

On Friday, January 2nd, I ran a fully-attributed story in my weekly "Journal", which had links to other stories and facts, thoroughly-debunking AlGoreBore's trillion dollar scam and fraud, Global Warming". The Daily Telegraph UK's columnist, Christopher Booker, was the erudite author, and here is the link to that story. Nice job, Mr Booker!

Now, lowlife shit-for-brains dirtbag, Arkansas Gov Mike "DumbAss Turd-Boy" Beebe (ASSHOLE-AR), said that global warming is serious problem, not a "hoax," and requires more than a state response. "I think it's a threat, and I think global warming is occurring," Beebe-The-Shithead said in response to a caller to his statewide radio program who said he believed the climate change crisis was a "hoax." Idiot. Stupid idiot. Global warming is bullshit, you two-bit asshole! Crawl back inside of AlGoreBore's rectum, dumbfuck!

And global cooling goes merrily along, without any help from us mere humans, as it has for millions and millions of years.

Another "lie/error" in the favor of Glo-BULL Warming's false bullshit and lies? Got duct tape?

Here's the truth: Lord Monckton of Brenchley's Science & Public Policy Institute.

The commie/fascist/socialist liberal-demokkkRAT filth in the US Congress, have refused to allow Lord Monckton to testify the truth, against con-man, liar, scumbag AlGoreBore's LIES! This is Commie Russia, NOT Free America!

We are in a mini-ice-age for the next 30 years; get used to it!

UN: Glaciers are melting in some part of the world, while increasing in other parts of the world. So frigging what, dumbass UN scumbag trash? It's been happening for millions of years, idiots!

"Slime Magazine" can't even get it right. Read Bryan Walsh's crap and tripe about blizzards.

Things Which Make Your Head Explode

If half of the shit-for-brains American voters in this poll think that the incompetent ∅bummer's "truly serious about reducing the budget deficit", then they're complete assholes and abject morons. ∅bummer's contributed TRILLIONS to the deficit through totally useless and worthless programs. He's serious about raising the deficit and bankrupting America! Where's Lee Harvey Oswald when the country really needs him?

This dumbass, slovenly-dressed ∅bummer Bitch couldn't write a 3x5 card with two coherent words on it, let alone a book about the WH Garden. Someone's "ghosting" it for her assholeness, and she's taking the credit.

Senate Majority Leader and corrupt piece-of-lowlife-shit, Harry Reid (ASSHOLE-NV) says he's not willing to consider changes to Social Security for another 20 years — when he's 91 — but the entitlement program for seniors is likely to be in crisis by then. Let's hope he's long-dead, well before he's 91.

Why do all the state-run-and owned US media call Libyan leader Muammar al-Qaddafi a "strongman"? He's a two-bit, lowlife, douche-bag punk, piece-of-muslim-pigshit!

Not only is ∅bummer the "weakest US President in US History", he's the absolute "worst US President in US History, easily-surpassing shit-for-brains Jimmah Carter-Farter (ASSHOLE-GA).

Half-breed Kenyan-born, slimeball, liar, sambo US President ∅bummer bends over and grabs his ankles for the UN to shove-it-in, while Libyan leader Muammar al-Qaddafi rolls to victory in the Libyan war. With the incompetent coward French and neutered Brits "leading the way", it's all but over and Libyan leader Muammar al-Qaddafi wins another one.

A nuclear crisis in Japan, fighting in Libya, turmoil in the Mideast and the threat of a government shutdown at home. It's a tough time for President Barack Obama to leave on a foreign trip — to Latin America or anywhere — since he has totally lost any semblance of control of his own corrupt, hate-America, racist administration and liberal-demokkkRAT party. Dumbshit sambo.

"Herman Cain strongly defended the (Tea Party) Movement against charges of racism. According to Cain, “Accusing the Tea Party movement of racism is not only a cheap shot, it is totally inaccurate and it is a sign of desperation on the part of those who are intimidated by the growing strength of the Tea Party movement. 'For President Obama or anybody else to say that it is racially motivated because [those in the Tea Party movement] disagree with President Obama, that's because they are desperate to cover up his failed policies, and so they play the race card,' said Cain." Well said and so true, Herman!

Any way you slice it, $287,273.00 is a lot of money, especially in this economy. For one-term, corrupt, lying, lowlife dirtbag, liberal-demokkkRAT bitch US Senator Claire McCaskill (CRIMINAL-MO), up for re-election in 2012, that's the amount of personal property taxes she failed to pay since 2007 on a plane she and her husband, a crooked, tax-evading son-of-a-bitch millionaire businessman, partially-owned. 20-life in prison for the both of them, IMO!

Remember reading last week's "Journal's" "Union Thugs & Punks" intro? Well, the corrupt, hate-America, thugs, punks and scumbags from the UAW are back in the news, demanding "givebacks from Ford", now that the company is finally making a profit again. Shit-for-brains criminal Bill Johnson, who represents workers at a Ford plant in Wayne, MI, told the Detroit Free Press that if Ford does not restore "everything" to the union, "the $57/hour membership is going to knock it down." Hey Ford: fire them all and hire-in new workers and train them. Put those sons-and-daughters-of-bitches of union filth, out of work forever. F•CK ALL UNIONS, everywhere!

Libya is using "journalists as human shields to prevent Coalition air strikes" on Libyan leader Muammar al-Qaddafi's command-and-control centers in his palaces? BFD! Bomb the shit out of the palaces anyway, dammit! F•ck the journalists; they're just in the way, and all too glad to help-out the dictator, IMO! Kill them too. "You pays yer money, you takes yer chances." Tough shit.

Shit-for-brains, lowlife dirtbag, foulmouthed, unfunny scumbag punk, Bill Maher, is the Conservative Right's "best friend".

So's fat, harelipped, turd-grabbing faggot Bwarney Fwank (FAGGOT-MA), calling all Republicans, "Morally Stupid Bigots". What a joke that homo is.

A congressman smarting over legislation to defund National Public Radio tried to take out his frustration with a ban on federal dollars paying for advertising on Fox News, but the effort was rejected in a party-line committee vote. US Rep Jim McGovern (Dumbshit-MD) offered an amendment Wednesday night that would have prohibited funds from any federal agency from being used to advertise on the Fox News Channel.

If this is the way Mexican students feel about America, then immediately deport their lowlife, treasonous, brown asses back to the Turd World where they belong!

Reason #1 why I carry a Kimber 1911 "Eclipse Target II" .45cal ACP, and several extra loaded magazines. That racist shit crap won't ever happen to me. I'll kill them all.

Rapper and actor Ja Rule admitted Tuesday that he failed to pay taxes on more than $3 million in income, and he faces up to three years in prison. Throw away the key and let sambo rot!

"A Florida judge is defending his controversial decision to apply Islamic law instead of state or federal statutes in determining whether an arbitration award was correct, the St. Petersburg Times reports. The case in question involves former trustees of a local Tampa mosque, the Islamic Education Center of Tampa, who are suing because they claim they were unfairly removed as trustees. Hillsborough Circuit Judge Richard Nielsen said that the two parties can seek guidance from the Koran to resolve their dispute." Bullshit. The filth called islam and sharia law should be banned in America!

Some People Just Need Killing

This will do it!

It's not my intention to be the judge here — that's God's "job" — but rather to "hasten the meeting" so that He can send the following subhuman filth to the "Fires of Hell", "River or Lake of Sulphur", or whatever He deems appropriate. I'd gladly/happily volunteer, at no cost to any of my Hard-Working, Fellow US Taxpayers, to gladly/gleefully/happily headshoot these murderous, lowlife dirtbags of all stripes — their skin-color doesn't matter to me, at all — and rid American Society's innocents (especially our precious children and the frail, defenseless elderly) of them, once-and-for-all. And yes, I'd rather see one innocent man convicted and executed, than 10 murderers/robbers/child rapists-murderers freed, to rob, rape and murder again. Hey; call me an "Old Fashioned Conservative"! Too harsh? Nah. Just & RIGHT!

Yes, I agree with the premise of this article, that "the death penalty is a Noahic Covenant with God, in a post-flood world".

Execute this filthy, stinking, no-talent, thieving Lohan bitch; no trial or prison!

If Dr Conrad Murray did kill MJ, then he deserves a medal and a reward, not a trial, IMO. MJ was a child-molesting pervert. I'm glad he's dead and our society is free from his perversions and shitty "music". Good riddance, MJ! Rot in hell.

Self-help guru James Ray, needs killing for the murder of 3 people in a "sweat lodge". Kill him.

Kevin Harpham, 36, indicted on charges of placing a bomb along the planned route of the Martin Luther King Jr Day parade in Spokane (WA), pleaded not guilty Wednesday in federal court. Kill him; no trial.

Good riddance and rot in hell, Lenny, you communist, fascist lowlife 60s asshole!

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