Good Afternoon, My Vermin Ridden Little Monkeys.
And what a glorious day it is. The democrats are on the path to murder more babies, and turn around and tell me it is immoral to execute a criminal who has committed crimes against humanity. I am so glad that we have moral barometers such as socialist democrats to keep us on our toes.
Anyway, today's story from the world of http://365tomorrows.com comes to us once again from the pen of Patricia Stewart entitled "A Line in the Sand". It concerns space critters, the Nazca lines, and those pesky Incas.
To this day, I can not see why everybody thinks these people were so great. I mean, yes, it is quite the laborious undertaking to build such glorious monuments as they did, but if they were so great why didn't they first invent some sort of labour saving device such as, oh I don't know, maybe...THE WHEEL.
Well, that wraps it up for me today. I'm tired and being Veterans Day, I have a full schedule ahead of me. I have to go to a German restaurant and beat the piss out of the staff, then it's off to a Japanese restaurant, where I shall take the staff prisoner, march them nearly to death, then dispatch them with a nice decapitation, then back to the German restaurant where I shall introduce them to Zyclon B then shove them in the furnace. Afterwards, lunch at a Vietnamese restaurant where I'll burn down all of their goddamn huts, and finally I'll place an explosive device on a goat and send it into a mosque. The device will detonate as soon as someone tries to marry the goat, or have sex with it. Whichever comes first.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Good Morning My Feces Flinging Monkeys,
Sorry, I missed a few days. You know, hard to believe as it is, there are still a few people who don't feel the need to be on one of these damn things every second.
Having said that, what does http://365tomorrows.com/ have in store for us today? I knew you were asking.
Todays 600 word or less epic is once again brought to us by the venerable Patricia Stewart, entitled "Mazzaroth".
It is the tale of future colonization, and alien disease. Be warned though, she is a physicist, and you just may learn something of the formation and rough chemical composition of Population II stars.
On to other matters.
This weekend, I was fortunate enough to attend a Sarah Palin rally. As I noted in an earlier posting, I waited approximately 90 minutes in 30 degree weather for tickets, and then about three hours in similar weather waiting to get in to see her. It was worth every minute of that Texan killing cold to see what not only will be our next vice president, but our first female president.
The crowd of an estimated 17,000 people were on their feet, and cheering to shake the rafters when she appeared on the elevated walk to the podium.
She wore an above the knees grey skirt, a red sweater, and knee high brown leather boots. Was it wrong of me to have paid such close attention to what she was wearing? Is it wrong of me to imaging her in that outfit sans the glasses, with her hair down swishing a riding crop menacingly in the air. (sigh)
I won't tax (ha) you with the details of her speech, but she certainly raised the roof with her comments of Obama bin Ladin's socialist intent.
Suffice it to say, a good time was had by all.
Sorry, I missed a few days. You know, hard to believe as it is, there are still a few people who don't feel the need to be on one of these damn things every second.
Having said that, what does http://365tomorrows.com/ have in store for us today? I knew you were asking.
Todays 600 word or less epic is once again brought to us by the venerable Patricia Stewart, entitled "Mazzaroth".
It is the tale of future colonization, and alien disease. Be warned though, she is a physicist, and you just may learn something of the formation and rough chemical composition of Population II stars.
On to other matters.
This weekend, I was fortunate enough to attend a Sarah Palin rally. As I noted in an earlier posting, I waited approximately 90 minutes in 30 degree weather for tickets, and then about three hours in similar weather waiting to get in to see her. It was worth every minute of that Texan killing cold to see what not only will be our next vice president, but our first female president.
The crowd of an estimated 17,000 people were on their feet, and cheering to shake the rafters when she appeared on the elevated walk to the podium.
She wore an above the knees grey skirt, a red sweater, and knee high brown leather boots. Was it wrong of me to have paid such close attention to what she was wearing? Is it wrong of me to imaging her in that outfit sans the glasses, with her hair down swishing a riding crop menacingly in the air. (sigh)
I won't tax (ha) you with the details of her speech, but she certainly raised the roof with her comments of Obama bin Ladin's socialist intent.
Suffice it to say, a good time was had by all.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Good Morning My Sick and Twisted Little Monkeys,
Today on http://365tomorrows.com/, staff writer Sam Clough's tale "The End of Some Things" is the featured selection. Mr. Clough's interests are space, "a love of chemistry and a fascination with biology". He also fosters a "healthy distrust of physicists". Don't we all.
Now on to other matters.
Yesterday, on the Rush Limbaugh show, Mr. Limbaugh quoted one of my all time favourite thinkers; Mr. Robert A. Heinlein, a brilliant writer, and social philosopher. Mr. Limbaugh quoted from "To Sail Beyond the Sunset".
To summarize, Mr. Heinlein points out that when a political franchise is bestowed upon every member of society, both the producers and the parasites, the body politic no longer has any over sights. It no longer has the means of self correction. It lacks the checks and balances necessary for the healthy continuation of the society.
The unwashed masses (sheeple) will continue to vote themselves bread and circuses until the society haemorrhages to death.
Now, the question remains, who shall retain the right of political franchise. Our founding fathers, made it clear that it was the landed gentry that should retain that right.
Some might say, "I don't have the means to own property. It is not fair that I should not have the right to vote to decide what another may do with his property. Besides, under the Declaration of Independence, ALL men are created equal."
Well John Q. Public, that's not entirely true now is it. All men are created equal UNDER THE LAW. This is a far cry indeed from all men being created equal in talent, intelligence, and ability. While I am sure that all will agree, that a person born with severe brain deformation, should receive all the rights and respect as warrants a human being, the rights of Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness, I sincerely doubt that anyone one would wish to grant such an individual political suffrage.
To be fair to the society as a whole, and to avoid bleeding society to death by conferring upon sheeple artificially created wealth granted by the state to whom should the right of franchise be given?
We have established that the landed gentry should have the right to vote as they have a vested interest, a tangibly vested interest in the country and it's economic well being. Who else has a vested interest in the well being of or country, our society, and our way of life.
Our veterans. These are men and women who signed a blank check that says "Pay to the order of: The people of the United States of America." Where that check asks for a dollar amount, it says, "Up to and including MY LIFE".
Who has a greater vested interest in our great country than those who are willing to sacrifice their very lives for the protection of our sovereign nation? Who sacrifices their well being, their families, their very human dignity so that others will never have to? So that others will never know the true horrors that lay just beyond the parapets.
These proud and brave men and woman are the very walls that are preventing the wolves from breaking down our doors. They are truly deserving of full citizenship full communion with the democratic process in our Grand Republic.
Therefore, in conclusion I say, the only people with a vested interest in our country, and by extension in the political process, and in whose hands the helm of state should rest are those who pay PROPERTY tax, and our brave Veterans.
Today on http://365tomorrows.com/, staff writer Sam Clough's tale "The End of Some Things" is the featured selection. Mr. Clough's interests are space, "a love of chemistry and a fascination with biology". He also fosters a "healthy distrust of physicists". Don't we all.
Now on to other matters.
Yesterday, on the Rush Limbaugh show, Mr. Limbaugh quoted one of my all time favourite thinkers; Mr. Robert A. Heinlein, a brilliant writer, and social philosopher. Mr. Limbaugh quoted from "To Sail Beyond the Sunset".
To summarize, Mr. Heinlein points out that when a political franchise is bestowed upon every member of society, both the producers and the parasites, the body politic no longer has any over sights. It no longer has the means of self correction. It lacks the checks and balances necessary for the healthy continuation of the society.
The unwashed masses (sheeple) will continue to vote themselves bread and circuses until the society haemorrhages to death.
Now, the question remains, who shall retain the right of political franchise. Our founding fathers, made it clear that it was the landed gentry that should retain that right.
Some might say, "I don't have the means to own property. It is not fair that I should not have the right to vote to decide what another may do with his property. Besides, under the Declaration of Independence, ALL men are created equal."
Well John Q. Public, that's not entirely true now is it. All men are created equal UNDER THE LAW. This is a far cry indeed from all men being created equal in talent, intelligence, and ability. While I am sure that all will agree, that a person born with severe brain deformation, should receive all the rights and respect as warrants a human being, the rights of Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness, I sincerely doubt that anyone one would wish to grant such an individual political suffrage.
To be fair to the society as a whole, and to avoid bleeding society to death by conferring upon sheeple artificially created wealth granted by the state to whom should the right of franchise be given?
We have established that the landed gentry should have the right to vote as they have a vested interest, a tangibly vested interest in the country and it's economic well being. Who else has a vested interest in the well being of or country, our society, and our way of life.
Our veterans. These are men and women who signed a blank check that says "Pay to the order of: The people of the United States of America." Where that check asks for a dollar amount, it says, "Up to and including MY LIFE".
Who has a greater vested interest in our great country than those who are willing to sacrifice their very lives for the protection of our sovereign nation? Who sacrifices their well being, their families, their very human dignity so that others will never have to? So that others will never know the true horrors that lay just beyond the parapets.
These proud and brave men and woman are the very walls that are preventing the wolves from breaking down our doors. They are truly deserving of full citizenship full communion with the democratic process in our Grand Republic.
Therefore, in conclusion I say, the only people with a vested interest in our country, and by extension in the political process, and in whose hands the helm of state should rest are those who pay PROPERTY tax, and our brave Veterans.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Good Afternoon My Fat and Bloated Little Monkeys,
First order of business. "Now, That's an Idea" is the featured story on http://www.365tomorrows.com/ today. Authored by Patricia Stewart, a former NASA physicist cum science fiction writer. It's a timely piece, that speaks to our current global situation.
On to pressing matters. I am a DEEP Southerner who, for the past three years, has been trapped in yankee territory. Why do I bring that up, you ask? I love hot weather. I love the desert. I love hours at the beach. I HATE the cold. So this morning I spent an hour and a half freezing my ass off with temperatures in the thirties, to get tickets to see Sarah Palin.
If John and George were miraculously resurrected and the Beatles reunited, I would not spend ninety minutes in line for tickets contemplating my increasingly shriveling testicles. The only other person I would wait for in a line in the posterity challenging cold, (and I would wait for days, possibly weeks) would be the Pope.
While I was in line, a woman ahead of me made a call on her cell, ten minutes later a car pulled up to the curb and a large hot coffee was handed to her. Much cheering and clapping was heard, and in the true feeling of free enterprise, another woman called out, "You should have taken orders and made some money." More laughter and cheers followed.
Had this been a line for a Democratic rally, she would have been rebuffed for having hot coffee, while others did not. She would have retorted that it was unfair that she had to pay for the coffee, when everyone else in line owed her the coffee (the reasons of which are unclear, but that never stopped the DemoNazis before).
On a lighter note, Sarah Palin is still hot, and the one and only Bocephus (Hank Williams Jr. to you cretins who don't know who Bocephus is) will be there as well. A good time will be had by all.
On other matters, I will shortly be serializing my latest and greatest scifi achievement on these pages, I hope you will stop by and give me your thoughts.
Yours in Christ, with an eye towards Objectivism and Ayn Rand (Oxymoronic isn't it?)
Roi R. Czechvala
First order of business. "Now, That's an Idea" is the featured story on http://www.365tomorrows.com/ today. Authored by Patricia Stewart, a former NASA physicist cum science fiction writer. It's a timely piece, that speaks to our current global situation.
On to pressing matters. I am a DEEP Southerner who, for the past three years, has been trapped in yankee territory. Why do I bring that up, you ask? I love hot weather. I love the desert. I love hours at the beach. I HATE the cold. So this morning I spent an hour and a half freezing my ass off with temperatures in the thirties, to get tickets to see Sarah Palin.
If John and George were miraculously resurrected and the Beatles reunited, I would not spend ninety minutes in line for tickets contemplating my increasingly shriveling testicles. The only other person I would wait for in a line in the posterity challenging cold, (and I would wait for days, possibly weeks) would be the Pope.
While I was in line, a woman ahead of me made a call on her cell, ten minutes later a car pulled up to the curb and a large hot coffee was handed to her. Much cheering and clapping was heard, and in the true feeling of free enterprise, another woman called out, "You should have taken orders and made some money." More laughter and cheers followed.
Had this been a line for a Democratic rally, she would have been rebuffed for having hot coffee, while others did not. She would have retorted that it was unfair that she had to pay for the coffee, when everyone else in line owed her the coffee (the reasons of which are unclear, but that never stopped the DemoNazis before).
On a lighter note, Sarah Palin is still hot, and the one and only Bocephus (Hank Williams Jr. to you cretins who don't know who Bocephus is) will be there as well. A good time will be had by all.
On other matters, I will shortly be serializing my latest and greatest scifi achievement on these pages, I hope you will stop by and give me your thoughts.
Yours in Christ, with an eye towards Objectivism and Ayn Rand (Oxymoronic isn't it?)
Roi R. Czechvala
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Greetings and Salutations
Hello my fetid little monkeys,
Well, as this is my first posting here, I shall go easy on you, and not mention the lazy, ignorant unwashed masses who clamour to suckle at the scabrous teat of Obama bin Laden.
No, my children, I shall spare you that for now, and direct you to some of my writings which, for the moment appear here http://www.365tomorrows.com/. Just access the archives, look up Czechvala, and enjoy.
If you are a writer of science fiction, or merely enjoy the genre, I strongly urge you to visit this site.
I intend this blog to focus mainly on musings and generalities, hence the title.
If you disagree with me, fine, but you had better be damn sure of your facts. There is little I enjoy more than taking somebody to task over a sound bite that fell into their tiny little brains in predigested form via the mass (liberal) media.
This goes for both sides. I equally hate a strict party liner, who's total raison d'etre is the party line. Most Democrats would not support Obama if they removed their heads from their four point contact, and listened to what he says about his OWN policies, which is virtually nothing.
He slanders the opposition, and preaches Change. What kind of change? For Whom? You may think you have heard him answer those questions, but have you? Change from the insider mentality? With a beltway insider veteran such as Bidden as a running mate?
He's not even black. The dark skin you ask? Arab. Look it up. Obama? Arabic, not Swahili. Again do your homework people.
Enough for now.
I shall return.
The SARGE.
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About Me
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- I am retired military, and hold degrees in anthropology, and psychology. I have no tolerance for the ignorant; i.e. CNN Sound Bite Junkies aka Sheeple. I have nothing but disdain for those who think the world owes them a living. I despise those who wish to take what I have worked hard to acquire, to give to those who are lazy. If you are a college educated person, and did not pay for college through scholarships, loans which YOU will, or are paying back, military service, or through other means which YOU have taken personal responsibility for, stop right here. You are a leach on the ass of society. If you believe Robin Hood was a hero, this is definitley NOT the place for you.
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