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Memorial Day 2007

Dave in Texas has all you need to read this Memorial Day. OK, maybe not ALL you need to read, but that’s where I’m sending you today.

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To those who serve: THANK YOU. As a veteran, I am proud and humbled to be associated with you through service. I pray that I am worthy of your service and that of my fellow veterans.

Freedom Is Not Free - Kelly Strong

I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Marine saluted it,
and then he stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
He’d stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers’ tears?
How many pilots’ planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxholes were soldiers’ graves?
No, freedom isn’t free.

I heard the sound of TAPS one night,
When everything was still
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That TAPS had meant “Amen,”
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn’t free.

You doubt my love

I give you, Consent.

UPDATE II: I’m a moron. Anyway, thanks John.

Analogkid turned me on to this one.

Austin

Here for a few days.

A little chardonnay. Couple of cigars.

Bunch of goofyheads Sedging down Nueces street.

Hell’s morons.

I thought about buying this shirt.

But it seems kinda “in your face”.

I’m much friendlier anyhow.

She said I could pimp it

Go see WTC. Good film.

Different film. Not United 93. Not supposed to be.

But not bad at all.

I’ll give this spoiler. It’s about men fighting because that’s what we do.

Best anti-war movie evah

Dr. Strangelove. Or how I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb.

Anything you want to know about me, you can know through this film.

Or Patton.

Some of my favs:

Major T. J. “King” Kong: Well, I’ve been to one world fair, a picnic, and a rodeo, and that’s the stupidest thing I ever heard come over a set of earphones. You sure you got today’s codes?

President Merkin Muffley: General Turgidson, I find this very difficult to understand. I was under the impression that I was the only one in authority to order the use of nuclear weapons.

General “Buck” Turgidson: That’s right, sir, you are the only person authorized to do so. And although I, uh, hate to judge before all the facts are in, it’s beginning to look like, uh, General Ripper exceeded his authority.

Major T. J. “King” Kong: Survival kit contents check. In them you’ll find: one forty-five caliber automatic; two boxes of ammunition; four days’ concentrated emergency rations; one drug issue containing antibiotics, morphine, vitamin pills, pep pills, sleeping pills, tranquilizer pills; one miniature combination Russian phrase book and Bible; one hundred dollars in rubles; one hundred dollars in gold; nine packs of chewing gum; one issue of prophylactics; three lipsticks; three pair of nylon stockings. Shoot, a fella’ could have a pretty good weekend in Vegas with all that stuff.

General “Buck” Turgidson: Mr. President, I’m not saying we wouldn’t get our hair mussed. But I do say no more than ten to twenty million killed, tops. Uh, depending on the breaks.

General Jack D. Ripper: Nineteen hundred and forty-six. Nineteen forty-six, Mandrake. How does that coincide with your post-war Commie conspiracy, huh? It’s incredibly obvious, isn’t it? A foreign substance is introduced into our precious bodily fluids without the knowledge of the individual. Certainly without any choice. That’s the way your hard-core Commie works.

Group Capt. Lionel Mandrake: Colonel… that Coca-Cola machine. I want you to shoot the lock off it. There may be some change in there.

Colonel “Bat” Guano: That’s private property.

Group Capt. Lionel Mandrake: Colonel! Can you possibly imagine what is going to happen to you, your frame, outlook, way of life, and everything, when they learn that you have obstructed a telephone call to the President of the United States? Can you imagine? Shoot it off! Shoot! With a gun! That’s what the bullets are for, you twit!

Colonel “Bat” Guano: Okay. I’m gonna get your money for ya. But if you don’t get the President of the United States on that phone, you know what’s gonna happen to you?

Group Capt. Lionel Mandrake: What?

Colonel “Bat” Guano: You’re gonna have to answer to the Coca-Cola company.

General Jack D. Ripper: Mandrake, were you ever a prisoner of war?

Group Capt. Lionel Mandrake: Well, yes I was Jack as a matter of fact I was.

General Jack D. Ripper: Did they torture you?

Group Capt. Lionel Mandrake: Yes Jack, I was tortured by the Japanese, if you must know, not a pretty story.

General Jack D. Ripper: Well, what happened?

Group Capt. Lionel Mandrake: Oh Well, I don’t know, Jack, difficult to think of under these conditions, but well, they got me on the old Ragoon-Ichinawa railway. I was laying train lines for the bloody Japanese puff-puff’s.

General Jack D. Ripper: No, I mean when they tortured you did you talk?

Group Capt. Lionel Mandrake: Ah, oh, no, I don’t think they wanted me to talk really, I don’t think they wanted me to say anything. It was just their way of having a bit of fun the swines. Strange thing is they make such bloody good cameras.

President Merkin Muffley: Gentlemen, you can’t fight in here! This is the War Room.

I’m a retard. Have I mentioned that yet?

The lunatic is in the hall

Half of you thought “Cynthia McKinney“.

But no. In a moment of Thunderbird-addled weakness, Beth said “Sure! What the hell? They’re all a bunch of retards anyway and you’ll fit right in”!

And gave me the invite.

She even knows I was born in Auburn Alabama, where my dad graduated. She didn’t care.

It was Tuesday. Tuesdays are weird.

She said I could pimp my moron-blog, which I have, thank you very hello. I’m pool blogging over there. S’right beeyatches, I’m a week and a half away from telling the Texas summer to “bite my clank”!

I’ve never said that to a Texas summer by the way. Too damn skeert.

Oh, and I know what most of you are saying on the pool thing. “You son of a bitch you”.

Yes. I can feel the hate flow within you. Strike now and your conversion to the dark side will be complete.

I’m unarmed.

Really.

Ok, I’m lyin.

ace gave me the keys a couple of times, a couple of valu-rite weekends dear Jesus it’s all a blur to me now. He’s never looked back, never regretted.

Ok I’m lyin again. Still, get the boy tanked up on valu-rite vodka and goofballs, he’ll let you write about any stupid shi’ite.

Beth, that sound you hear, in the back of your mind? The little voice?

It’s regret.

Oh my yes.