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happy fourth of july

2005-07-04T18:46:00.000-04:00

happy fourth of july. click the link and laugh your ass off.

remember those who came before.

Destroying Things and Hurting People

2005-07-02T14:27:00.000-04:00

Push the guy down the stairs (Must install)
Watch the mannequin fall on bubbles (Flash)
Pull the liquid guy around (Flash)

English lessons from Chairman Mao

2005-06-23T00:02:00.000-04:00

"Jimmy is a Black boy. In America, Black people cannot live in the same houses as White people. Their houses are small and poor. In America, Black people are cruelly oppressed. Now they are fighting against their oppressors."

English lessons from Cultural Revolution-era China. More gold found here.

SUNDAY MORNING- think again about sleeping in

2005-06-19T23:09:00.000-04:00

my day began at 430AM with a phone call. (disclaimer: not an exact transcript)
Me: uh, hello?
Frank: hey, whats up
Me: im uhh sleeping
Frank: umm, i am in a ditch, i fell asleep driving and woke up in a ditch
Me: are you drunk?
Frank: amazingly, no
Me: dont fuck with me frank, its early in the morning
Frank: i havent had a drop
Me: where are you?
Frank: you know the funeral home?
Me: yeah
Frank: right across the street near that golf thing; the tow truck guy says he needs at least 50 bucks for the tow, and i dont have a cent on me
Me: alright ill be there in like ten minutes

so, i show up with 50 bucks. they pull frank out of the ditch.

Trooper: frank you sure you dont want an ambulance?
Frank: naw man im all set
Me (to frank): you hurt dude?
Frank: my wrist and fingers are all fucked up

luckily the car was driveable, and frank was able to drive the driveable car. so i hauled ass on home to my bed. what a weekend...mine started out with a crash, and ended with a crash. that sucks for frank but shit happens. you just need good people that will get out of bed at 430 in the morning and show up with 50 bucks.

todays lesson: get a job that dosent involve "real" labor

2005-06-16T20:20:00.000-04:00

after being in the military you would think i would take it easy for a while...maybe kick back and get a desk job. OHHH no, i am working for a plumber...no not a household "call em up" type of guy but an industrial plumber. i got two hours of sleep last night and i am definetly feeling it.

on to the entertainment for tonight. paroozing big-boys.com (its not a fucking gay porn site you bunch of chodes) i found this video. you shot a potato gun at your co-worker. WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU THINK WAS GONNA HAPPEN?
http://www.big-boys.com/articles/sockpotato.html

I AM GOING TO LONG ISLAND TODAY!!!!!!!!!

2005-06-15T12:12:00.000-04:00

if hes in there, he aint happy

2005-06-15T01:10:00.000-04:00

my favorite part of iraq was blowing up/shooting at shit. here is a nice video i came across.

RTMFOMF
http://www.big-boys.com/articles/blowuphouse.html

dont be this guy

2005-06-15T00:49:00.000-04:00

hi, Brian here, the newest member of the RTMFOMF. i am going to try to give our faithful audience something to look at every once and a while since my esteemed colleagues do not post as often as they should.

a little about myself:
-Iraq Veteran (i spent 16 months there, shot, got shot at, and spray painted animals..mmm ill explain later)
-no, i have never killed babies
-College Student (i drink a lot; while college is fun, i dont drink quite as much as i did when i was full time army)

this is my first "blog" and i dont quite know what to write in it. i do have ideas but in order to have a good "blog", it is my understanding that one must open themselves up. ill tell you right now, you'll never know it all. it is the same way with describing war to people who have never been there. i can tell you til i am blue in the face but you'll never really get it. i had a fucking college professor tell me "dont pull that 'you dont know what it is like' bullshit on me; it dosent take a genius to figure out what goes on there". needless to say that guy probably has a small dick.

I hope god can forgive me because I'm having a hard time forgiving myself

2005-04-26T00:01:00.000-04:00

Who knows what the real reason was, it could have been any of the underlying stresses that were eating away at me just below the seemingly calm surface. The reason isn't as important as the result which was a drunken bender that rivals anything that even Hunter S. Thompson could have come up with during his rampage in Las Vegas. I've spent the last two days paying either physically or financially for the things I did on that awful Saturday night, but the biggest payment has been the emotional stress. There are a few pissed off friends and relatives that resulted from my Springfield black out show down, but what twists my soul the most is the three hours between 3am and 6am that are totally unaccounted for. There is no explanation for my heinous behavior that evening but there was a lesson learned, I will never again drink to that excess. I mean good god, it was something like twenty beers and a pint of jack Daniels while driving up one way streets the wrong way and getting lap dances from college girls at down town strip clubs. All of which culminated into me breaking my own windshield and the glass out of a friends front door. I am a menace and I need to be stopped, or at least contained for a bit. Waking up confused, hung over and waiting for the sky to fall on top of me, I realize now more than ever that I am a sick man who needs his medicine. I obviously took way too much that night and I pray that nobody got hurt who didn't deserve it. "No sympathy for the devil. Buy the ticket, take the ride." These words having been echoing through my head for the past two god damned long and painful days, haunting me, taunting me. God protect us all from me, or at least protect me from myself.

At least I got to catch a glimpse of paradise, that's as close as ill ever get

2005-04-19T09:52:00.000-04:00

You sad fool, you soaked yourself in alcohol once again to dull the pain. This anti weakness tripe is nonsense, you are weak and you need booze. You flat out NEED it. Good for you, this just means that you have passed the test. What test you ask? Well, that is simple : life is an endurance contest and you had a dream about running. Lacrosse to be exact, it was a good dream, it was fun and you were among old friends. There was some sort of bad dream that followed, I think, about zombies or some other evil craziness but only the good can be remembered at this point. fuck it, as the man said," buy the ticket, take the ride." I bought this bullshit hook, line and sinker, so I've got to ride Jaws out till he cant submerge with all those barrels tied to his dorsal. You'll survive as you always do because there is no other choice. Push on, sad and alone. Ah, the warm safe womb of familiarity.

enough of this shit, it is time to get into the heart of things. Eleven short hours ago a bomb of some epic proportions was dropped in the Connecticut valley area incinerating all the citizens in Tolland county. Some suspect it was terrorists, some say it was the CIA, no one can be sure. Only one man knows the truth, oh that's right, I'm the man in question. So as to not leave you hanging, I dropped it on myself and my fellow Connecticutians. It was a suicide bombing, the biggest in state history, so I'm told. Why did this happen? What could have driven such a happy well adjusted child(haha) to do such a horrific thing? Switching from rum to whiskey you poor fools, that's all it takes in today's world. This is beating around the bush in the worst way isn't it? Who the fuck knows why I am writing this today? Anyone? Lets see a show of hands. To hell with it, I needed to ramble on about nothing and I own part of this god forsaken blog so ill do what ever I fucking want. Sleep well you filthy swine, drop fire, exterminate the brutes, everybody knows.

Where the fuck am I? Eh, does it really matter?

2005-04-18T21:27:00.000-04:00

Well, it has been a while, and I am sure the two or three readers of this rag would like an explanation as to where I have been and why I haven't been attending to this blog. The answer is simple: it is none of your god damned business! Though that is true, I will tell you some of what has been happening anyway. Really I just haven't been in the mood to write, the Canada story is still unfinished and there is much to discuss but I have been in no mood. Many strange and terrible things have been going on in my life as of late and I have been attempting to sort through them like all good prospectors do, with a pan at the end of the stream. I have been gently sifting, trying to unearth what the fuck is going on around here in small town America and in my life. Very few answers and even more questions have been arising so my mind has bee a jumble of nonsense, barley and hops. Basically I have been just like a 7-11, I may not always be doing business, but I am always open. Don't you worry my fellow losers who read this tripe, I am always a totally twisted fool who will come through in he end to give you a slice of awful life pie. Till next time...

Clip from MY FAVORITE MOVIE OF ALL TIME

2005-04-17T12:25:00.000-04:00

"Treat Your Mother Right" by Mr. T. A clip from the CLASSIC "Mr. T's Be Somebody or Be Somebody's Fool".

Speaks for itself

2005-04-09T20:15:00.000-04:00

Kentaro Kinnniku, 18

"I love ties because they make you look smarter."

The saddest caveman

2005-04-09T18:29:00.000-04:00

Just when you thought your life sucked, suddenly something comes along to let you know everything's not that bad! I bring you the saddest caveman:

Something I said a while ago but forgot about till it turned up on the Internet

2005-04-09T14:17:00.000-04:00

"A degree in social sciences makes you radically unemployable, like a facial tattoo." -- A

I must have been drinking or something because I'm usually not that witty (and if you don't think that quote is witty, then that just proves my point doesn't it?).

Flash movie by MN school shooter Jeff Weise

2005-04-09T11:48:00.000-04:00

He shoots some random people, blows up a cop car with a grenade, pumps a few rounds into a KKK member, and then sticks a pistol in his mouth. Not too different from what he actually did!

I mean hey, harboring fantasies about murdering people isn't exactly uncommon when you're young and scarred, but you don't just take people's lives because they're on the cheerleading squad or whatever. Plus the whold Indian Nazi thing -- what gives?! Well I guess inventing strange ideologies is not an uncommon pastime of the high school outcast either.

How to take the bus from Hartford to DC

2005-04-06T09:46:00.000-04:00

Here are some possible travel itineraries (hope it's not too complicated):

You wouldn't be able to make a second bus if you took the 7:30 PM Chinatown bus from Hartford on Friday, so I recommend taking Greyhound, which has Hartford-NYC buses like every hour or so.

You will have to take the Greyhound at like 2PM to make the 5:30 Vamoose bus line which leaves from outside Penn Station/Madison Square Garden. You can reserve your seat on the website. Stay on the bus until the last stop (Don't get off in Baltimore or downtown DC but in Tenleytown), and I will pick you up there. You need to pay in cash at the bus, and I recommend buying a round trip ticket.

If you can't make the Greyhound at 2PM, then you should consider either taking the Greyhound all the way to DC or driving -- price-wise it's about the same ($65 round trip for Greyhound, almost a full tank of gas and about $15 in tolls each way driving).

I'll give you a call later on to make sure you've seen this.

PS: According to this site, the "smoke thin black cigarettes and worship the Triune God" line from MST is a reference to Kojak.

Sexist British Caledonian Airlines Ad

2005-04-05T13:22:00.000-04:00

"We never forget you have a choice."

Welcome to The World: What a shitty waste

2005-04-04T09:32:00.000-04:00

Click the link to see a bunch of manmade islands positioned to look like a map of the world from an aerial view. The islands are being sold for resorts and mansions and whatever off the coast of Dubai, United Arab Emirates. The UAE is plunging headfirst into the upscale tourism industry, and they seem intent on both destroying the environment and showcasing a shocking lack of good taste in the process.

It's alright, ma (I'm only babbling)

2005-04-02T22:57:00.000-05:00

It is pouring rain and boredom out tonight, and I just got back from eating wretched food and drinking cigarette flavored coffee at Denny's. I feel strange but good and even though things are still not right in my world, they seem like they might be getting better. It is disappointing, however, that those who think that they are old school RTMFOMF'ers don't know a God damn thing about rocking. To fear trouble is the root of all slavery, I mean Jesus, if you aren't out doing what you want and pissing on authority you are as useless as a mannequin in a storefront. Ask yourself what you live for, and if the answer is something like, " To stay out of trouble, to stay below the radar and slip into mediocrity", then you should do yourself a favor and end it all now. Sometimes that isn't the answer you come up with but that is how you live your life anyway. Very sad. Even the homeless do what they want, so what are you working for? Really this is all about the judgmental motherfuckers who have known me and what I am and what I do for a decade yet still feel the need to be PHAGs about everything. Like all of a sudden I just became what I am and what I am doing is outlandish. "Good God, what are you doing? That is wrong, don't do that. I don't approve." What in the name of fuck is going on here, get over yourselves. The last thing anyone needs is more than one mother. I'm a drunk, I like to be reckless and I don't give a shit.

Something to chew on while you wait for the Big Story

2005-03-31T20:53:00.000-05:00

If there's anything that inspires a hearty "RTMFOMF" more than a violent video game centered around the wholesale destruction of innocent lives, then I don't want any part of it.

I came across this in a Google search (a Google Quest, if you will) for "the best flash game ever". You be the judge as to whether my quest is over. Use your mouse to aim the giant magnifying glass, and click to give the sick humans their just desserts. Enjoy.

Werewolves of London

2005-03-31T20:09:00.000-05:00

I've been in a deep funk the last few days, drinking and laughing or thinking deeply and being very somber. The Montreal story is in the works, I finished with Friday nights adventure and still have 16 or so memo pad pages of notes to sift through about the rest of the trip. Then I have to edit them into some kind of fucking story. These things take time because anything worth doing is worth doing right, right? Damn skippy buster. On top of that, this ancient piece of computer shit is constantly giving me a massive headache at every turn. Not to worry, the three or four die hard viewers of this god awful blog will be entertained and delighted by the story of a drunk who has no style in the coming weeks, sooner than later. And to Adamu, fuck you! I am no more MIA than you are a normal human being you six toed freak of nature! Only teasing my friend, Good blogging , that's why I let you live. I need to get a typewriter, Adios.

Violent Thug MIA -- Handlers, trainers fear for their lives as the manhunt continues

2005-03-30T13:53:00.000-05:00

After returning from his recent trip abroad, our protagonist Violent Thug promised to write an account of copious sums of money blown on expensive women and cheap booze that was sure to delight the 3 people who check this site. That account has yet to be written, leaving his handlers worried that his chronic "Lazyass-itis" may be flaring up. Thug could not be reached for comment at the time of publication.

In the meantime, you all need to hurry the fuck up and Save Toby before his lapin ass gets turned into stew. If his owner doesn't get $50,000 by June or so you will have contributed to the murder of this helpless animal. Godspeed, friends.

(PS: If you actually give money to that sleazebag I'll disown you. In other news, you can look forward to the grand opening of the Official RTMFOMF Paypal Donation Center (R) within the next few weeks.)

2005-03-28T01:23:00.000-05:00

another test

2005-03-28T00:46:00.000-05:00

This music video rocks

2005-03-27T13:14:00.000-05:00

Go and watch it. Hot Swedish chicks and a ridiculous guy with a mustache.

I should be...eh, fuck it

2005-03-25T10:01:00.000-05:00

Right now I should be packing for Canada but instead I am here writing like a fool. There is much to do in preparation for this trip, many loose ends need to be tied and a few declarations of war need to be signed and delivered. It seems that the demons wont let me be at peace even though I tried to negotiate, so of course you know this means war. I will not have nonsense and I wont beg for mercy or forgiveness. I'm so tired of this shit, sweet Jesus, you think I could get a break here? Well, I don't think God is listening anymore, at least not for the time being. I guess it is getting busy because it is around Easter and all the bats are in the belfry. I know he's there routing me on, " Come on ole' boy, I know you can do it!" Damn right I can, and I will, but the body count will always be higher with me alone than with us functioning as a team. Ah yes, the good old days when times were bad. Wait a minuet, those times are now, do you know what that means? It means lock and load baby, lock and load.

Stuff that made me laugh for like an hour

2005-03-24T11:42:00.000-05:00

Cheer up, man! Emotional attachment is a part of life! Let's laugh the pain away:

Weatherman has Tourette's -- Pain on display

The Secret of the Elitist Internet Nerd -- A great essay on why elitism is a stupid front for snobbery and insecurity.

Blacks in NASCAR?! Mr. Bergis doesn't like the sound of this.

Gun in Mouth Blues

2005-03-24T10:12:00.000-05:00

Solipsism : n . philosophy. 1. The theory that the self is the only thing that can be known and verified. 2. The theory or view that the self is the only reality. [ Latin solus alone + ipse self.

It is an awful feeling when you think that you need someone or something. When your self reliance falls flat in the path of something that makes you feel like you need it to sustain. Someone, something, whatever it may be you feel as though you can't take another day in this desert without them to quench your thirst. That's right, THEM. Her to be exact. There is no something, it is always a someone. Nothing can make you feel as worthless as that woman you need more than anything, more than the air you breath. You feel like an insect, an idiot who needs this person, this thing. You need her for no reason other then that it's what you feel. Feelings? You ask yourself what the fuck feelings have to do with survival? Your brain and your heart are at odds, they are at war, nuclear war, the war of the worlds. The two greatest super powers in your universe are battling there guts out over why the hell you need this woman, this object of your desire. Desire? Your brain strikes a vicious blow. Electric shocks start reaching outward, he's winning but he's getting tired. They cant function without each other, but if you've noticed, the brain always goes first. When ever there is a car wreck and someone is in a vegetative state, the brain is on shutdown but the heart, that son of a bitch just keeps on pumping. This war is no different, it comes to the same conclusion, logic gives in, reason shuts down and your emotions make you a monster. You are no longer the self reliant solipsistic conqueror of the earth that you once made yourself out to be, you're a gerbil that keeps hitting the feeder bar on an empty food bin, waiting for someone to give you what you need. Dependent. Worthless. Alone. Good.

It's all the same whore...Thank God for Kung Fu...Canada might be the final resting place

2005-03-23T08:47:00.000-05:00

I've come to the conclusion that it is all the same whore, she just wares different masks and takes acting lessons at your local community college. It is always the same games, the same mind-fuck, the same vicious cycle of never ending bullshit that perpetually beats you over the head like a club on an Alaskan baby seal. And unlike any other physical pain you will ever receive, this sticks on your heart like the herpes, it'll see you in hell motherfucker.

Canada will be receiving a new horror this weekend, two young men with a mind full of bad ideas and a pocket full of American currency. A G.I. whose battle stress can only be surpassed by his cohorts bloodthirsty urge to destroy everything he lays his eyes on, man, woman, or child. Oh yeah, it's coming down this weekend and things will never be the same again. Cheap stripclubs, expensive beer and hookers that make Brooke Burke pale in comparison, or so I am told. This will be the first time I have ever taken a trip off American soil and what better companion to have then a no nonsense psycho like Green. Ah yes, one of my closest and truest friends. He's also one of the only people I would ever completely trust to help in the ass kicking of some idiot who deserves it more than Bob of Bob's Discount furniture. It should be fun otherwise it will not be fun. There are only two ways that this can go: #1. We go there and have a drunken good time with skateboards and booze and all the trimmings of a good destruction session. #2. We get drunk, get pissed off, and some assbag says something wise and we are forced to show him the error of his ways. That amounts to jail time and from what my buddy Adam says, the Canadians LOVE to execute full cavity searches.

"Fuck it," I told him, " I'll just shit and piss myself, see what they think of it then those filthy Cannuck bastards."

His reply disturbed me to the bone : "They're French, They're into that sort of shit."

God damn, he may be right, let us just hope that it doesn't need to come to the cavity searches and the fecal matter. You can never be certain though, until you've been through it and then it is too late to pull out. All you can do is shit your pants and fight those Mounties tooth and claw. Hoorah!

Back from the Motherfuckin' Slums of Shaolin

2005-03-22T07:48:00.000-05:00

I've been gone for the last week taking care of some business out at the Temple, but before I left, I bought myself a few toys. I picked up a pair of knife-tipped nunchuks and Okinawan Bo sticks to fend off kung-fu warriors. Nothing like a couple ninja weapons to make you feel good about leaving your wife. Also, I picked up a new face-mask to complete my Cobra Commander getup and decided to cut down on the snacks. Thank God for Fat Free Wheat Thins.

Photo #1

2005-03-13T23:32:00.000-05:00

Some insiders call Kate Ziegler the most promising American distance swimmer in a generation. (John McDonnell/Post)

WATCH OUT OR THIS BITCH WILL EAT YOU

Back from the fridged shores of Green Bay

2005-03-12T15:02:00.000-05:00

I've been gone for the last week doing some business out in Green Bay, but before I left, I bought myself a few toys. I picked up a Yugoslavian SKS and a Russian Saiga .308. Nothing like a couple assault rifles to make you feel good about life. Also, I picked up a new stock for my Mossberg 500 cut down 12 gauge pump. Thank God for the second amendment.

The search for perfection has ended, but so has all hope

2005-03-05T10:37:00.000-05:00

Some would say that there is no such thing as perfection, and usually, I would agree. That was until about six months ago when I met this young woman who blew my hair back, and that's one hell of a thing to do to a bald man. Now, it is true that no one and nothing is perfect, but she is as close as God or man or beast will ever come.
The American Heritage Dictionary defines perfection as : 1. The quality or condition of being perfect. 2. The act or process of perfecting. 3. One considered perfect.
Well, she hits one and three right on the head with an eight pound sledge hammer. We are talking about a woman that walks into a room and no matter what your taste is, your head will be turning, and she is such an incredibly good person that even the most hateful of whores can't help but love her. Yes sir, she is the pinnacle of all that is right and good in this awful world, and that is why there is no hope for the rest of us. Because the only place you can go form the top is down, right? You're damn right buster, and if you even think of thinking differently you are some sort of mildly retarded freak from the Ozarks picking a banjo with your half sister mother wife named Marlene sitting by your side.
So with that in mind, we must press on. Why you ask? Why should we press on when the going is tough and the game is over? Because there is nothing else to do other than admit defeat, and that is bullshit. Giving up and in is not an option. You need to live your life like you are fighting a mortal enemy, tooth and nail, because they are all against you and they will take you down at any opportunity. Accepting defeat is for the weak and you don't want to be the weak do you? Of course not. So, keep on keeping on and when you feel like the shit talkers are in the lead, remember that there is something perfect and beautiful out there and that is the only thing worth fighting for. L.C.-Res Ipsa Locquitor That ones for you H.S.T. Rest in peace brother.

I smell bacon, do you smell bacon?

2005-03-03T21:10:00.000-05:00

Finesse; I have never been a finesse kind of guy. Now, I can fake finesse, hell, I can fake anything. I am an excellent liar and I pride myself on that as one of my major admirable traits. Not lying in a lowlife kind of way, but in a surviving this miserable world kind of way. If you cant lie well in this day and age, you had better be Amish and living in some barn in Pennsylvania. I lie to my coworkers into thinking I am there friend when really I wouldnt take a piss on them even if I could get away with it. Or how I lie to friends for there own good, but, I can never lie to my parents. Well, I shouldnt say never, I only do it when it is absolutely necessary. Even to those who are my friends but are starting to let me down, I never let on that I am disappointed. It is sad really, living your life lying to any and everyone, some of whom you deeply care about. Unfortunately, no one really wants the truth. I dont care what anyone tells you on the public service announcements, everyone fears the truth, because the truth hurts. It is so much easier to live a lie within a lie within a lie like we all do. But as I was saying, I have never been a finesse guy. Ill start off with finesse, I try to talk, to reason, but then it always goes back to what I know best. Really, it is all I know deep down in places no one dares speak of even in a psychiatrists office, it all goes back to brute force and anger. Deep down I am a mindless thug, I cant handle rationale when it is coming from the irrational. When I try to reason with someone who refuses to be reasonable I would much rather take a bat to the side of their skull. Maybe it has to do with my severe impatience problem. Who the fuck am I kidding, I have always been this way, so have my parents. I dont care what any of these hacks have to say about environment verses heredity, it is a combination of both. I deal with things the same way they do, in some ways better and in some ways worse but always along the same lines of hostility. You are not actually you, or at least you arent who you think you are. You are a combination or your parents mixed in with MTV and every book and movie you know and love. You are the media and the whole world it projects onto newsprint and television sets. That bothers the hell out of me. There is no real you. This isnt a stunning realization, everyone knows this or at least, everyone should. This is the commonest of common sense. This is the hot stove you dont touch and the Iraqi whore you stay the hell away from. It is that plain and simple, yet some people refuse to see the light. Christ, Jesus could come back and turn the ocean into wine and people would refuse the truth. Individuals (though as we discussed there is no such thing as real individuality) like to believe that they are the beginning and the end of things, that what they believe to be the truth, is the truth, and that is that. They, of course, are wrong and they sometimes need to be reminded of such things by people like me. People with a bad temper, short attention span and absolutely no fucking patience. I feel like I have always felt, like a 90 year old man trapped in an 89 year old mans body. I am beat up, fat, and lacking any real motivation to do anything about either. EBD.

Wait For It....

2005-03-02T23:21:00.000-05:00

Rock the Mother-Fuck on: Nude man covered in nachos gets probation

2005-03-02T21:18:00.000-05:00

MARYVILLE, Tenn. -- A man caught by police last summer on his 23rd birthday running naked and covered in nacho cheese pleaded guilty Monday to burglary and four other charges.

Early on the morning of July 18, 2004, Monn "was highly intoxicated, broke into the John Sevier Pool snack bar area, stole some snacks and did some damage and was caught naked with some stolen snacks," Blount County District Attorney General Mike Gallegos told the courtroom.

A police officer found Monn that morning in the parking lot of the pool facility after Monn had apparently scaled an 8-foot-tall fence and was seen running toward a Jeep with a box of stolen snacks and a container of nacho cheese.

In addition to being naked, Monn had nacho cheese in his hair, on his face and on his shoulders, police said. He also had a strong odor of alcohol and was semi-incoherent.

In his Jeep, Maryville officers found clothing and an open bottle of vodka.

All for one, and death penalty for some

2005-03-02T13:54:00.000-05:00

The supreme court ruled that the death penalty is cruel and unusual punishment for anyone under the age of 18.

"Juveniles are less mature than adults and, no matter how heinous their crimes, they are not among "the worst offenders" who deserve to die, the 5-4 majority said."

Regardless of how you feel about the death penalty, whether you are a baby kissing pacifist or a gun toting mad man, you will probably agree with this statement: If you are going to have the death penalty, the use of it should be up to the courts and juries presiding over the individual cases.

The idea that a 17 year old kid can go out and rape and torture someone to death and be tried on a lesser scale of punishment is ridiculous. I can remember being under 18 and I can remember making decisions, whether they were good or bad, they were conscious decisions made by me. I had control over what I did and I knew the difference between what was wrong and what was right. They made references to it being similar to the ruling that was made about the execution of the mentally retarded.

"Three years ago, the court struck down the death penalty for mentally retarded criminals; the logic of that ruling called for a similar stance on juvenile offenders, the court said."

Once again, the system has made an irrational choice. Surprise!

More fun in the sand box

2005-03-02T11:23:00.000-05:00

As usual, the hilarity never stops over in our own personal recreational play place, the giant sand box of destruction and doom known to all as Iraq. Apparently there were two car bombings that killed ten soliders, some civilians and wounded many more. Also, there was an assasination of a judge and lawyer who were working with the war crimes tribunal. The judge and lawyer were father and son. It seems that it is always going to be like the Road Warrior over in that wretched place, slaughter along the roadside and in the halls of justice. It amazes me that this is the same area that contains the fertile cresent and the birth place of civilization. The cruel jokes never cease.

Directions to Charter Oak Supermarket

2005-03-02T00:50:00.000-05:00

Can be found here. This is where I'll be dropped off. Ask my dad for more detailed directions.

Random Picture:

From an Image Search of Frank Demay. Weird.

rats over the dishes

2005-03-02T00:34:00.000-05:00

Tomorrow you will encounter rats all over your house and in your pantry. That is all for now.