LIBERALS ATTACK !!

LIBERALS ATTACK !!
LIBERALS ATTACK... THEY'LL KILL YOUR PETS! ACK! ACK!

CALL ME SNAKE

CALL ME SNAKE
ESCAPE TO NOWHERE... SNAKE!

Friday, July 30, 2010

COULD THIS BE REAL... OR JUST A DREAM?

LIFE IS LIKE A BOX OF CHOCOLATES...

WILD BILL, 'HOGNUT' COMES THROUGH!


THANKS FOR THE T-SHIRTS BILL, MAY WE NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER FROM SOCIALISM AGAIN.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

JOE FRIDAY SMACK-DOWN!


JUST THE FACTS ASSHOLE....

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

I'M SHOCKED... OBUMMER LIED!


MY MOM HAD A CURE FOR LYING,  WE NEED TO SOAP  HIS MOUTH OUT.

IMMIGRATION 2010 STYLE

THEY CAME...

THEY FOUGHT THEIR OWN COUNTRYMEN...

THEY NEED TO LEAVE!

Sunday, July 25, 2010

THE WIND BLOWS FREE...



THE BLOWERS UNDER CONSTRUCTION ARE LOCATED IN BURNEY, CA. NORTHERN CALIFORNIA ALWAYS SUFFERS FOREST FIRES... GONNA GET SOME HELP!

Thursday, July 22, 2010

WTF IN CHINA!!!

DIRTY MARY!!! THIS BITCH CAN'T SHOOT FOR SHIT; AND ONLY IN CHINA DO THEY FILL YOU FULL OF LEAD, IN THE BACK, WHEN YOU'RE FACE DOWN!

Saturday, July 17, 2010

NITRO BURN!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=clGU7V44QRI&feature=player_embedded

REALLY NEAT TO WATCH... HAVE SPEAKERS ON.

FORD FALCON!!

REMEMBER WHAT A PIECE OF SHIT THIS CAR ALWAYS LOOKED LIKE?
IT TOOK ABOUT 50 YEARS... NOW THAT'S A CAR!

FLYING THE FRIENDLY SKIES.


BAD DAY AT THE RACES

BEFORE AT 150 MPH
DURING
AFTER

GUY MARTIN CRASHED AT THE ISLE OF MAN, BASICALLY WALKED AWAY AND RACED THAT SAME WEEK.

JOE SMUCK SPEAKS...


New ecomonic regulations...
OBAMACARE and he makes new regulations daily...
Taxes going to explode in 2011...
First 'Dumbass' Lady says "Children's obesity a security issue"...
Warrior General fired...
Won't help stop oil leak, instead shutsdown drilling...
Puts Marxists on Supreme Court...
News report of foreign troops training to take our firearms away...
Politicians retire, but rape us until they go...

The only good news is, we get the chance to vote the scoundrels out of office, if that does not work?



AMERICANS... YOU GOTTA LOVE 'EM.

LETTER FROM AFGHANISTAN


From a Recon Marine in Afghanistan
From the Sand Pit it's freezing here. I'm sitting on hard, cold dirt between rocks and shrubs at the base of the Hindu Kush Mountains, along the Dar 'yoi Pomir River, watching a hole that leads to a tunnel that leads to a cave. Stake out, my friend, and no pizza delivery for thousands of miles.

I also glance at the area around my ass every ten to fifteen seconds to avoid another scorpion sting. I've actually given up battling the chiggers and sand fleas, but the scorpions give a jolt like a cattle prod. Hurts like a bastard.. The antidote tastes like transmission fluid, but God bless the Marine Corps for the five vials of it in my pack.

The one truth the Taliban cannot escape is that, believe it or not, they are human beings, which means they have to eat food and drink water. That requires couriers and that's where an old bounty hunter like me comes in handy. I track the couriers, locate the tunnel entrances and storage facilities, type the info into the handheld, shoot the coordinates up to the satellite link that tells the air commanders where to drop the hardware. We bash some heads for a while, then I track and record the new movement.
It's all about intelligence. We haven't even brought in the snipers yet. These scurrying rats have no idea what they're in for. We are but days away from cutting off supply lines and allowing the eradication to begin.
I dream of bin Laden waking up to find me standing over him with my boot on his throat as I spit into his face and plunge my nickel-plated Bowie knife through his frontal lobe. But you know me, I'm a romantic. I've said it before and I'll say it again: This country blows, man. It's not even a country. There are no roads, there's no infrastructure, there's no government. This is an inhospitable, rock pit shit hole ruled by eleventh century warring tribes. There are no jobs here like we know  jobs.

Afghanistan offers two ways for a man to support his family: join the opium trade or join the army. That's  it. Those are your options. Oh, I forgot, you can also live in a refugee camp and eat plum-sweetened, crushed beetle paste and squirt mud like a goose with stomach flu, if that's your idea of a party. But the smell alone of those 'tent cities of the walking dead' is enough to hurl you into the poppy fields to cheerfully scrape bulbs for eighteen hours a day.

I've been living with these Tajiks and Uzbeks, and Turkmen and even a couple of Pushtuns, for over a month-and-a-half now, and this much I can say for sure: These guys, all of 'em, are  Huns... actual, living Huns.. They LIVE to fight. It's what they do.  It's ALL they do.
They have no respect for anything, not for their families, nor for each other, nor for themselves. They claw at one another as a way of life. They play polo with dead calves and force their five-year-old sons into human cockfights to defend the family honor.
Huns, roaming packs of savage, heartless beasts who feed on each other's barbarism. Cavemen with AK-47's. Then again, maybe I'm just cranky.  I'm freezing my ass off on this stupid hill because my lap warmer is running out of juice, and I can't recharge it until the sun comes up in a few hours.
Oh yeah! You like to write letters, right? Do me a favor, Bizarre. Write a letter to CNN and tell Wolf and Anderson and that awful, sneering,  pompous Aaron Brown to stop calling the Taliban  'smart.'
They are not smart. I suggest CNN invest in a dictionary because the word they are looking for is 'cunning.' The Taliban are cunning, like jackals and hyenas and wolverines. They are sneaky and ruthless, and when confronted, cowardly. They are hateful, malevolent parasites who create nothing and destroy everything else. Smart. Pfft. Yeah, they're real  smart.
They've spent their entire lives reading only one book (and not a very good one, as books go) and consider hygiene and indoor plumbing to be products of the devil. They're still figuring out how to work a Bic lighter. Talking to a Taliban warrior about improving his quality of life is like trying to teach an ape how to hold a pen; eventually he just gets frustrated and sticks you in the eye with it OK, enough.
Snuffle will be up soon, so I have to get back to my hole. Covering my tracks in the snow takes a lot of practice, but I'm good at it.
Please, I tell you and my fellow Americans to turn off the TV sets and move on with your lives. The story line you are getting from CNN and other news agencies is utter bullshit and designed not to deliver truth but rather to keep you glued to the screen through the commercials. We've got this one under control. The worst thing you guys can do right now is sit around analyzing what we're doing over here, because you have no idea what we're doing, and really, you don't want to know. We are your military, and we are doing what you sent us here to do.
Saucy Jack
Recon Marine in Afghanistan
Semper Fi "Freedom is not free...but the U.S. Marine Corps will pay most of your share".
Send this to ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS so that people here will really know what is going on over here.
A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank check made payable to 'The United States of America' for an amount of 'up to and including my life.' That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it.'



Tuesday, July 13, 2010