I really like this one. Streamline and very easy on the eyes. The only problem is that there is no Edit Post button and I don't know how to add one. Other than that, I'm pleased.
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Blogging
Someone needs to stop these people. You know, Hitler would have loved the RISS, I mean AA. It's my music. I payed for it, I have the right to copy it to my computer. I have the right to make a mix CD for someone. Is it any wonder so many established and new bands have went away from Big Music and released their music on their own websites or Myspace? This is crazy.
Categories:
In Case You Missed It,
Insanity,
Law,
Music
It still remains to be seen whether or not Oprah will hurt or help Obama in his bid to become president, but for some of her disciples, I mean sheep, I mean fans, it didn't go over so well. This is the woman who supported author James Frey, Dr. Jan Adams and the Oprah Winfrey Leadership Academy for Girls. She doesn't have the Midas touch.
Categories:
Celebrity,
Democrats/Liberals,
Politics
Coming Tuesday, January 1 is a new layout for the blog. The wolf design that some seemed to like is gone. New year, new look.
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Blogging
Just read this.
The future political map of America is likely to look a lot different, with much of the so-called “red” state region either gone or depopulated.This ass is excited about this. Now, think about this. Replace "Conservatives" with "Blacks" in this piece. What do you think would happen? Do you think he would be in hot water?
Categories:
Democrats/Liberals,
Global Warming,
Idiots,
In Case You Missed It
Christmas is like sex for men. The big build up, then POP... ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. I hope everyone had a great Christmas. Tell the world what you got. I got a VISA Giftcard that's allowed me to purchase Pink Floyd's The Wall Live CD and David Gilmour In Concert DVD. I also got a new wallet, which is kind of strange. I've had my wallet for around 10 years now. It's broken in, I know where everything is in it. It's my wallet. The new one is a different color, it's not layed out the same and it's stiff. It's not my wallet, yet. I got a nose hair trimmer, which I actually needed, AC/DC's new 3 disk DVD boxset, a neck massaging pillow(it's nice), a 360 game, a Hulk Hogan action figure and two Transformers. I keep toys, so what.
Now it's back to business as usual waiting for Christmas 2008.
Now it's back to business as usual waiting for Christmas 2008.
Categories:
Christmas,
Personal Stuff
Before I get to this post, I wanted to wish everyone a Merry Christmas. I hope you have fun, get lots of presents and don't eat too much. I will see you maybe Tuesday, but most likely Wednesday.
I'm posting this a few days early this week because I wanted to get it up before Christmas.
This week's hero was suggested by Cindy & Kathi
Each year, around this time, since 1992, the Arlington National Cemetery has something happen to it. It gets covered in vibrant green Christmas wreaths. The wreaths are donated by a man named Merrill Worcester who is the owner of the Worcester Wreath Co. in Maine. From the Worcester Wreath Co.'s website:
Sometimes a hero is one who sacrifices everything in their life to help others. And sometimes a hero is one who sacrifices nothing more than their time.
We Should Not Only Mourn These Men And Women Who Died, We Should Also Thank God That Such People Lived
This post is part of the Wednesday Hero Blogroll. To find out more about Wednesday Hero, or if you would like to post it on your blog, you can go here.
Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one-bedroom house made of plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney, with presents to give
and to see just who in this home did live.
As I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand.
On the wall hung pictures of a far distant land.
With medals and badges, awards of all kind,
a sobering thought soon came to my mind.
For this house was different, unlike any I'd seen.
This was the home of a U.S. Marine.
I'd heard stories about them, I had to see more,
so I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.
And there he lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor in his one-bedroom home.
He seemed so gentle, his face so serene,
Not how I pictured a U.S. Marine.
Was this the hero, of whom I'd just read?
Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?
His head was clean-shaven, his weathered face tan.
I soon understood, this was more than a man.
For I realized the families that I saw that night,
owed their lives to these men, who were willing to fight.
Soon around the Nation, the children would play,
And grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom, each month and all year,
because of Marines like this one lying here.
I couldn't help wonder how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home.
Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye.
I dropped to my knees and I started to cry.
He must have awoken, for I heard a rough voice,
"Santa, don't cry, this life is my choice
I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more.
My life is my God, my country, my Corps."
With that he rolled over, drifted off into sleep,
I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.
I watched him for hours, so silent and still.
I noticed he shivered from the cold night's chill.
So I took off my jacket, the one made of red,
and covered this Marine from his toes to his head.
Then I put on his T-shirt of scarlet and gold,
with an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold.
And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride,
and for one shining moment, I was Marine Corps deep inside.
I didn't want to leave him so quiet in the night,
this guardian of honor so willing to fight.
But half asleep he rolled over, and in a voice clean and pure,
said "Carry on, Santa, it's Christmas Day, all secure."
One look at my watch and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend, Semper Fi and goodnight.
I'm posting this a few days early this week because I wanted to get it up before Christmas.
This week's hero was suggested by Cindy & Kathi
Each year, around this time, since 1992, the Arlington National Cemetery has something happen to it. It gets covered in vibrant green Christmas wreaths. The wreaths are donated by a man named Merrill Worcester who is the owner of the Worcester Wreath Co. in Maine. From the Worcester Wreath Co.'s website:
Each year Worcester Wreath donates Maine wreaths to adorn the headstones of those who serve and those who sacrificed to preserve our freedoms. In 2007, over 10,000 wreaths are destined for the annual wreath-laying ceremonies at Arlington. In addition, 2,500 wreaths will be sent to Togus National Cemetery in Augusta, Maine. Worcester Wreath also donates ceremonial wreaths that will be used as part of the Wreaths Across America events at over 230 State and National veterans cemeteries all across the Country.
Sometimes a hero is one who sacrifices everything in their life to help others. And sometimes a hero is one who sacrifices nothing more than their time.
We Should Not Only Mourn These Men And Women Who Died, We Should Also Thank God That Such People Lived
This post is part of the Wednesday Hero Blogroll. To find out more about Wednesday Hero, or if you would like to post it on your blog, you can go here.
Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one-bedroom house made of plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney, with presents to give
and to see just who in this home did live.
As I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand.
On the wall hung pictures of a far distant land.
With medals and badges, awards of all kind,
a sobering thought soon came to my mind.
For this house was different, unlike any I'd seen.
This was the home of a U.S. Marine.
I'd heard stories about them, I had to see more,
so I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.
And there he lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor in his one-bedroom home.
He seemed so gentle, his face so serene,
Not how I pictured a U.S. Marine.
Was this the hero, of whom I'd just read?
Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?
His head was clean-shaven, his weathered face tan.
I soon understood, this was more than a man.
For I realized the families that I saw that night,
owed their lives to these men, who were willing to fight.
Soon around the Nation, the children would play,
And grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom, each month and all year,
because of Marines like this one lying here.
I couldn't help wonder how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home.
Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye.
I dropped to my knees and I started to cry.
He must have awoken, for I heard a rough voice,
"Santa, don't cry, this life is my choice
I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more.
My life is my God, my country, my Corps."
With that he rolled over, drifted off into sleep,
I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.
I watched him for hours, so silent and still.
I noticed he shivered from the cold night's chill.
So I took off my jacket, the one made of red,
and covered this Marine from his toes to his head.
Then I put on his T-shirt of scarlet and gold,
with an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold.
And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride,
and for one shining moment, I was Marine Corps deep inside.
I didn't want to leave him so quiet in the night,
this guardian of honor so willing to fight.
But half asleep he rolled over, and in a voice clean and pure,
said "Carry on, Santa, it's Christmas Day, all secure."
One look at my watch and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend, Semper Fi and goodnight.
Categories:
Christmas,
United States Military,
Wednesday Hero
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