I want a liberal to explain this to me. I want an obama supporter to defend this. I want someone to explain to me just exactly how this entire affair isn't an abrogation of our country's policy of fair elections, free from fear and intimidation.
I am as angry as I have ever been right now.
Six
http://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2009/dec/29/justice-transfers-panthers-pursuer-out-of-dc-offic/
30 December 2009
29 December 2009
Another Great Blog
Just found this guy the other day. http://ridenshoot.blogspot.com/
He loves dogs, motorcycles, corvettes and guns. My kinda guy. Oh, and he can write a bit too. I've added him to the blog roll. Go check him out.
He got me to thinking. I haven't really talked a lot about myself. So, in the spirit of this post here's a few things about The Six.
I am a bit of a gearhead. I've owned a variety of internal combustion powered vehicles of both the 2 and 4 wheel variety over the long decades of my life. Currently I own, with absolutely no apologies to anyone, 2 pickups (Chevrolet 1/2 ton extended cab, Ford F250 crew cab), a mint 1997 Kawasaki Concours with only 5000 miles on the clock and a black on black 1980 Corvette. Now I love my chevrolets but I'm of 2 minds on them. I swore I'd be getting rid of both when chevy prostituted itself to obama but I love both of them. The truck has 150,000miles on it but still runs like the day I bought it. The Corvette is the car I wanted as a lustful, testosterone riddled teenager. I've always wanted a C3 coupe. I don't know what to do.
I bought the Kawasaki this year for one reason and one reason only. Well, maybe 2 reasons. First, it's a great bike. Fast, comfortable, handles reasonably well, lockable hard bags and has a huge tank. Second, it's the perfect bike for my trip. See, my best friend and I are riding to Alaska next Spring/Fall. As far north as we can get. I want to go to Prudhoe Bay but we'll see. I sold a pristine red 2001 Honda Superhawk when I bought it because I'm getting a bit too...well oldish for a crotch rocket.
I've owned a 63 Impala SS, a 69 Chevelle SS 396, a whole bunch of trucks (mostly 4wd), a 69 Camaro, an 80 Camaro (I am so white trash), a 68 Plymouth Satellite (thanks Sarge!) and more I simply can't remember.
I've owned many more bikes starting as just a kid on mini bikes. I guess I've been riding something with 2 wheels and a motor for about 45 years (yikes!). Let's see... 70 something Suzuki 185, 60 something Yamaha 70 and 90, 79 Yamaha DT250, 79 Yamaha XS750, 78 Yamaha 650, 85 (I think) Suzuki GS750E, 93 Honda 600F2, 87 Yamaha FZ600, 85 Yamaha FZR 1000, 2001 Honda 999 Superhawk and the current Kawasaki. Put in a variety of small motorcycles and homemade minibikes when I was a kid. I also spent 10 of my 24 years in law enforcement as a LCMC. A Little City Motor Cop. I started on The Kawasaki, moved to the big Harley and finished on the BMW 1150. The Harley was the most comfortable on the highway, the BMW is a truly modern motorcycle and it's ABS is pure magic and the Kawi was just an all around good motorcycle with a bulletproof engine. I love motorcycles. I've been down a few times including a spectacular crash that gave me permanent hip damage and totaled a $22,000 dollar BMW with precisely 96 miles on the clock.
We have 2 dogs, Trooper and Chrisi. Both black Labs. They're half siblings, a year apart with the same mother but different fathers. Trooper is 14 and Chrisi just turned 13. Yeah, I know and I do not want to talk or even think about it. I'll probably never be without a dog again.
A daughter (Hi sweetie. Love you!) and 2 grandchildren. Want to know how much I love them? Threaten them in any way and find out.
I'm a gun crank. If you don't like that you can piss off. I am a free man and I will legally exercise my rights any damn way I see fit. Got that?
I've got what could charitably be deemed a 'collection'. How many? I don't exactly know. Some are in the california house and some in the house in Utah. At a guess probably 40 or so. Rifles, pistols, revolvers and shotguns. My new kick is cowboy action firearms. In the last few years I've bought a Marlin 1894 in 45LC, a Marlin 1895 in 45-70, a Marlin 336 in 30-30, a Winchester in 30-30, a stainless Ruger vaquero in 44-40 just because it was the most beautiful gun I've ever laid eyes on, a Ruger blackhawk in 45LC, a side hammer double barrel coachgun in 12ga., a Stevens side by side in 28 ga. (and it is sweeeet), and a stevens side by side in 12 ga. I also have a thing for military rifles. I've got a Mauser, 2 Lee Enfields (including a Jungle carbine), 2 Moisen Nagant M44's and a Garand. I've got the requisite black rifles, all legal, purchased before the ban and duly registered with the state commissar. Throw in some hunting rifles, various brands of revolvers and pistols (I tend to favor Glock) and that about rounds out the 'collection'. Next up I want a BPCR. I've been drooling all over the rifles at Shiloh Sharps. I've narrowed my choices down to a couple but I've got to act soon. Delivery time is apparently fairly lengthy.
I've got ammunition for all of them. Boy, do I have ammunition. I also reload my own. I find reloading to be a zen like occupation. I can spend hours at the reloading bench and come away clearer minded and more certain of my place in the Universe. Or something like that. I can reload everything I own except 8mm, .303 and 7.62x54R. That surplus ammo is so cheap it's just not worth it at present.
So. Did I cover everything? Let's see....Corvettes? Check. Guns? Check. Dogs? Check. Motorcycles? And check.
I haven't touched on too personal things yet but I will. I started this blog earlier this year as a means to vent about what's happening to my beloved country. To be perfectly frank I do not view 2010 with a great deal of hope. I think a line has been crossed. To what end we will just have to see. I haven't yet given up on my fellow American, I just fear that the majority has changed from honest, law abiding, hard working, families to dishonest, welfare slaves who view laws as inconveniences and the Constitution as something to be interpreted. Still, I will continue to post here I'm just going to start including more personal stories as well.
Thanks for everything. It was definitely an interesting 2009.
Happy New Year!!!
Six
He loves dogs, motorcycles, corvettes and guns. My kinda guy. Oh, and he can write a bit too. I've added him to the blog roll. Go check him out.
He got me to thinking. I haven't really talked a lot about myself. So, in the spirit of this post here's a few things about The Six.
I am a bit of a gearhead. I've owned a variety of internal combustion powered vehicles of both the 2 and 4 wheel variety over the long decades of my life. Currently I own, with absolutely no apologies to anyone, 2 pickups (Chevrolet 1/2 ton extended cab, Ford F250 crew cab), a mint 1997 Kawasaki Concours with only 5000 miles on the clock and a black on black 1980 Corvette. Now I love my chevrolets but I'm of 2 minds on them. I swore I'd be getting rid of both when chevy prostituted itself to obama but I love both of them. The truck has 150,000miles on it but still runs like the day I bought it. The Corvette is the car I wanted as a lustful, testosterone riddled teenager. I've always wanted a C3 coupe. I don't know what to do.
I bought the Kawasaki this year for one reason and one reason only. Well, maybe 2 reasons. First, it's a great bike. Fast, comfortable, handles reasonably well, lockable hard bags and has a huge tank. Second, it's the perfect bike for my trip. See, my best friend and I are riding to Alaska next Spring/Fall. As far north as we can get. I want to go to Prudhoe Bay but we'll see. I sold a pristine red 2001 Honda Superhawk when I bought it because I'm getting a bit too...well oldish for a crotch rocket.
I've owned a 63 Impala SS, a 69 Chevelle SS 396, a whole bunch of trucks (mostly 4wd), a 69 Camaro, an 80 Camaro (I am so white trash), a 68 Plymouth Satellite (thanks Sarge!) and more I simply can't remember.
I've owned many more bikes starting as just a kid on mini bikes. I guess I've been riding something with 2 wheels and a motor for about 45 years (yikes!). Let's see... 70 something Suzuki 185, 60 something Yamaha 70 and 90, 79 Yamaha DT250, 79 Yamaha XS750, 78 Yamaha 650, 85 (I think) Suzuki GS750E, 93 Honda 600F2, 87 Yamaha FZ600, 85 Yamaha FZR 1000, 2001 Honda 999 Superhawk and the current Kawasaki. Put in a variety of small motorcycles and homemade minibikes when I was a kid. I also spent 10 of my 24 years in law enforcement as a LCMC. A Little City Motor Cop. I started on The Kawasaki, moved to the big Harley and finished on the BMW 1150. The Harley was the most comfortable on the highway, the BMW is a truly modern motorcycle and it's ABS is pure magic and the Kawi was just an all around good motorcycle with a bulletproof engine. I love motorcycles. I've been down a few times including a spectacular crash that gave me permanent hip damage and totaled a $22,000 dollar BMW with precisely 96 miles on the clock.
We have 2 dogs, Trooper and Chrisi. Both black Labs. They're half siblings, a year apart with the same mother but different fathers. Trooper is 14 and Chrisi just turned 13. Yeah, I know and I do not want to talk or even think about it. I'll probably never be without a dog again.
A daughter (Hi sweetie. Love you!) and 2 grandchildren. Want to know how much I love them? Threaten them in any way and find out.
I'm a gun crank. If you don't like that you can piss off. I am a free man and I will legally exercise my rights any damn way I see fit. Got that?
I've got what could charitably be deemed a 'collection'. How many? I don't exactly know. Some are in the california house and some in the house in Utah. At a guess probably 40 or so. Rifles, pistols, revolvers and shotguns. My new kick is cowboy action firearms. In the last few years I've bought a Marlin 1894 in 45LC, a Marlin 1895 in 45-70, a Marlin 336 in 30-30, a Winchester in 30-30, a stainless Ruger vaquero in 44-40 just because it was the most beautiful gun I've ever laid eyes on, a Ruger blackhawk in 45LC, a side hammer double barrel coachgun in 12ga., a Stevens side by side in 28 ga. (and it is sweeeet), and a stevens side by side in 12 ga. I also have a thing for military rifles. I've got a Mauser, 2 Lee Enfields (including a Jungle carbine), 2 Moisen Nagant M44's and a Garand. I've got the requisite black rifles, all legal, purchased before the ban and duly registered with the state commissar. Throw in some hunting rifles, various brands of revolvers and pistols (I tend to favor Glock) and that about rounds out the 'collection'. Next up I want a BPCR. I've been drooling all over the rifles at Shiloh Sharps. I've narrowed my choices down to a couple but I've got to act soon. Delivery time is apparently fairly lengthy.
I've got ammunition for all of them. Boy, do I have ammunition. I also reload my own. I find reloading to be a zen like occupation. I can spend hours at the reloading bench and come away clearer minded and more certain of my place in the Universe. Or something like that. I can reload everything I own except 8mm, .303 and 7.62x54R. That surplus ammo is so cheap it's just not worth it at present.
So. Did I cover everything? Let's see....Corvettes? Check. Guns? Check. Dogs? Check. Motorcycles? And check.
I haven't touched on too personal things yet but I will. I started this blog earlier this year as a means to vent about what's happening to my beloved country. To be perfectly frank I do not view 2010 with a great deal of hope. I think a line has been crossed. To what end we will just have to see. I haven't yet given up on my fellow American, I just fear that the majority has changed from honest, law abiding, hard working, families to dishonest, welfare slaves who view laws as inconveniences and the Constitution as something to be interpreted. Still, I will continue to post here I'm just going to start including more personal stories as well.
Thanks for everything. It was definitely an interesting 2009.
Happy New Year!!!
Six
25 December 2009
For All My Brothers And Sisters, Wherever You Are
A Christmas Poem for All Americans
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree, I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!"
"Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts,
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light,
Then he sighed and he said, "It's really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam,
And now it's my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile."
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white and blue. . . an American flag.
"I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home,
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother
who stand at the front against any and all,
to ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.
So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son"
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone.
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled
is payment enough, and with that we will trust.
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
Michael Marks
December 7, 2000
ht Warthog http://warthogswrants.blogspot.com/
Six
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree, I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!"
"Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts,
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light,
Then he sighed and he said, "It's really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam,
And now it's my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile."
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white and blue. . . an American flag.
"I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home,
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother
who stand at the front against any and all,
to ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.
So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son"
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone.
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled
is payment enough, and with that we will trust.
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
Michael Marks
December 7, 2000
ht Warthog http://warthogswrants.blogspot.com/
Six
24 December 2009
Merry Christmas
It truly is the most hallowed night and day of the year. Christians celebrate the birth of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Yes, The Six is an unabashed, unapologetic and proud Christian man.
Being a Christian is as much a part of me as being a conservative. Faith is as much a part of my character as honor.
I am taking this night and day and putting politics aside. I refuse to think about it, write about it or worry about it. All things of man will pass in their time.
Instead, I will contemplate the gift of Jesus to all. Redemption.
May the Lord guide us all through another year. May he watch over and keep safe our warriors serving in harms way. May he give comfort to their families and loved ones. May he bless each and every one of you.
I send my love and best wishes to each of you who have touched my life this past year.
Thank you and Merry Christmas.
Six
Being a Christian is as much a part of me as being a conservative. Faith is as much a part of my character as honor.
I am taking this night and day and putting politics aside. I refuse to think about it, write about it or worry about it. All things of man will pass in their time.
Instead, I will contemplate the gift of Jesus to all. Redemption.
May the Lord guide us all through another year. May he watch over and keep safe our warriors serving in harms way. May he give comfort to their families and loved ones. May he bless each and every one of you.
I send my love and best wishes to each of you who have touched my life this past year.
Thank you and Merry Christmas.
Six
15 December 2009
No Paperwork
To the editor
I don't understand why the White House is so upset about the two party crashers at Barack Obama's steak dinner the other night.
Is it really appropriate and politically correct to call them party crashers just because they trespassed on Mr. Obama? Does that make them criminals? Isn't that discrimination? Shouldn't they be rewarded for such bold and brave behavior? Maybe they were just trying to feed their family?
I would suggest that it's more appropriate to call them "undocumented guests."
Just because they weren't officially invited doesnt mean they should be treated like criminals. Maybe they should get free health care, free housing, free legal services and free White House green cards so next time they can enter legally. And they should be able to bring all of their relatives and family members, too.
How can Mr. Obama be mad at them just because they crossed over some arbitrary man-made border? They were there only to do the things regularly invited guest didn't want to do.(Like hang out with Joe Biden.)
How can the White House punish these poor oppressed undocumented visitors?
Brian K. Shoemake
Pahrump, Nv.
submitted by Sarge
I don't understand why the White House is so upset about the two party crashers at Barack Obama's steak dinner the other night.
Is it really appropriate and politically correct to call them party crashers just because they trespassed on Mr. Obama? Does that make them criminals? Isn't that discrimination? Shouldn't they be rewarded for such bold and brave behavior? Maybe they were just trying to feed their family?
I would suggest that it's more appropriate to call them "undocumented guests."
Just because they weren't officially invited doesnt mean they should be treated like criminals. Maybe they should get free health care, free housing, free legal services and free White House green cards so next time they can enter legally. And they should be able to bring all of their relatives and family members, too.
How can Mr. Obama be mad at them just because they crossed over some arbitrary man-made border? They were there only to do the things regularly invited guest didn't want to do.(Like hang out with Joe Biden.)
How can the White House punish these poor oppressed undocumented visitors?
Brian K. Shoemake
Pahrump, Nv.
submitted by Sarge
10 December 2009
A Labor Of Love
This is a love story about a man, his wonderful wife and an incredible soldier.
Anyone who knows me knows how I feel about my wife Lu. 31 years ago I married so far over my head my nose bleeds. I only love 3 people more, my daughter and 2 grandchildren. She even approves of that. That's who she is. She's the most loving and giving person I have ever known. She is my life. Without her I'd be lost.
She's also supremely talented. When we got married we were poor as church mice. Our first Christmas together she stayed up after I went to work the night shift and sewed me a shirt. From scratch. From fabric she saved up to buy. Yeah, she's that woman.
She also just happens to be the best quilter on the face of the planet. I'm talking about blue ribbon quilts mind you. She's made quilts for just about everyone in the family. The one she made for The DO when she was in Basic is absolutely unbelievable. If you're interested you can see it here http://jjsewbeeit.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-been-waiting-for-good-weather-to.html
I recently met a soldier returned from hell. In the interest of preserving his anonymity I'll only refer to him as T. T has suffered grevious wounds in the service of America and the preservation of Liberty. He has paid a price so deep it humbles me to be in his presence. Yet his spirit remains. I was touched and awed by this incredible young man. So much so that I asked for a very special favor.
I asked Lu if she'd make him a quilt.
Lu has been aware of the program to donate a quilt to a wounded Warrior for a while now. She'd been looking for the right opportunity and when it came knocking she was ready. She not only said yes she was thrilled to have the chance to give something back to a soldier who had given so much.
For the next three weeks she spent whatever spare time she had working on it. Sewing on her days off and even deep into the night. She fussed and fretted, wanting it to be just right. She poured her heart and soul into a gift of love for a young man she had never met.
This is the result:
I presented it to T today. Lu decided to let me give it to him. I think it's because she didn't want the moment to be about her but about T. Like I said. Yeah, she's that woman.
Because of his wounds T will never see it but he can touch it. He told me he would 'see' it with his hands. His touch. Every seam. Every stitch.
And in my heart I know he'll feel the love she put into it. Love for a soldier.
Because I asked her. Because she can. Because she loves. Because that's who she is.
A Labor of Love.
Has any man ever had so much?
I love you sweetheart. Thanks.
Six
Anyone who knows me knows how I feel about my wife Lu. 31 years ago I married so far over my head my nose bleeds. I only love 3 people more, my daughter and 2 grandchildren. She even approves of that. That's who she is. She's the most loving and giving person I have ever known. She is my life. Without her I'd be lost.
She's also supremely talented. When we got married we were poor as church mice. Our first Christmas together she stayed up after I went to work the night shift and sewed me a shirt. From scratch. From fabric she saved up to buy. Yeah, she's that woman.
She also just happens to be the best quilter on the face of the planet. I'm talking about blue ribbon quilts mind you. She's made quilts for just about everyone in the family. The one she made for The DO when she was in Basic is absolutely unbelievable. If you're interested you can see it here http://jjsewbeeit.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-been-waiting-for-good-weather-to.html
I recently met a soldier returned from hell. In the interest of preserving his anonymity I'll only refer to him as T. T has suffered grevious wounds in the service of America and the preservation of Liberty. He has paid a price so deep it humbles me to be in his presence. Yet his spirit remains. I was touched and awed by this incredible young man. So much so that I asked for a very special favor.
I asked Lu if she'd make him a quilt.
Lu has been aware of the program to donate a quilt to a wounded Warrior for a while now. She'd been looking for the right opportunity and when it came knocking she was ready. She not only said yes she was thrilled to have the chance to give something back to a soldier who had given so much.
For the next three weeks she spent whatever spare time she had working on it. Sewing on her days off and even deep into the night. She fussed and fretted, wanting it to be just right. She poured her heart and soul into a gift of love for a young man she had never met.
This is the result:
I presented it to T today. Lu decided to let me give it to him. I think it's because she didn't want the moment to be about her but about T. Like I said. Yeah, she's that woman.
Because of his wounds T will never see it but he can touch it. He told me he would 'see' it with his hands. His touch. Every seam. Every stitch.
And in my heart I know he'll feel the love she put into it. Love for a soldier.
Because I asked her. Because she can. Because she loves. Because that's who she is.
A Labor of Love.
Has any man ever had so much?
I love you sweetheart. Thanks.
Six
09 December 2009
CJ Grisham
http://www.vamortgagecenter.com/blog/2009/12/03/soldier-defense-fund/
HT to BlackFive.
This should outrage every active duty and veteran out there. I've donated.
Six
HT to BlackFive.
This should outrage every active duty and veteran out there. I've donated.
Six
08 December 2009
Yeah, Let's Piss Off The 90 Year Old Medal Of Honor Winner
"There is no provision in the community's rules expressly forbidding flagpoles, Barfoot's daughter said. But she said the board ruled against her father's fixture and ordered it removed in July, deciding that free-standing flag poles are not aesthetically appropriate. Short flag stands attached to porches dot the community."
This man has earned the right to have a flagpole to display his American Flag. It's called reasonableness and common sense. It takes nothing to allow this and gives respect to man who has damn well earned it.
Madness thy name is the Sussex Square Home Owners Associations!
Six
Update. Good news. http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,579773,00.html?test=latestnews
Common sense has prevailed after all.
The Warrior Song
The Warrior Song Project would like to thank all of the following individuals for their selfless contributions to this effort:
James De Vito, US Marine Corps, for vocals
Sachiko De Vito, for being brilliant
Rock Williams, for vocals
Sean Hurwitz, for the guitars
Bernie Pershey, for the marching snares
Kashan Curry, US Marine Corps, for images & advice
Justin Sullivan, for “The Wobble Beat”
Robb Hendrick, for advice & creative design
WORDS AND MUSIC BY
S. Householder
I’ve got the reach and the teeth of a killin’ machine, ith a need to bleed you when the light goes green, best believe, I’m in a zone to be, from my Yin to my Yang to my Yang Tze.
Put a grin on my chin when you come to me, ‘cuz I’ll win,
I’m a one-of-a-kind and I’ll bring death to the place you’re about to be: another river of blood runnin’ under my feet.
Forged in a fire lit long ago, stand next to me, you’ll never stand alone. I’m last to leave, but the first to go, Lord, make me dead before you make me old.
I feed on the fear of the devil inside of the enemy faces in my sights: aim with the hand, shoot with the mind, kill with a heart like arctic ice
I am a soldier and I’m marching on, I am a warrior and this is my song I bask in the glow of the rising war, lay waste to the ground of an enemy shore, wade through the blood spilled on the floor, and if another one stands I’ll kill some more.
Bullet in the breach and a fire in me, like a cigarette thrown to gasoline, if death don’t bring you fear, I swear, you’ll fear these marchin’ feet.
Come to the nightmare, come to me, deep down in the dark where the devil be, in the maw with the jaws and the razor teeth, where the brimstone burns and the angel weeps.
Call to the gods if I cross your path and my silhouette hangs like a body bag; hope is a moment now long past, the shadow of death is the one I cast.
I am a soldier and I’m marching on, I am a warrior and this is my song
My eyes are steel and my gaze is long, I am a warrior and this is my song
Now I live lean and I mean to inflict the grief, and the least of me's still out of your reach. The killing machine’s gonna do the deed, until the river runs dry and my last breath leaves.
Chin in the air with a head held high, I’ll stand in the path of the enemy line.Feel no fear, know my pride: for God and Country I’ll end your life.
I am a soldier and I’m marching on, I am a warrior and this is my song
My eyes are steel and my gaze is long, I am a warrior and this is my song
If this doesn't stir your blood you're in the wrong place. Yeah, this is how I feel. And when you've listened to this song, read the words and felt the hairs on your neck lift, go and make a contribution.
The Warrior Class.
God, how I love you all.
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