I listened to Led Zeppelin and The Who on the way into the office this morning... at volumes suited to making the ears bleed. Don't hate me because I like it loud.
I drove past a guy changing a flat tire while I was driving through that Springfield Interchange... I kept driving. Does the fact that I always stop to help a woman with a flat tire make me a sexist?
Adam Lambert has more talent now, than Kris Allen will ever have in his life... even if he lives to be 723 years old. He was robbed.
I used to be a Republican, but couldn't stand the stink inside of the party after the 1994 take-over by the crackpot wing... which is still in charge. I wish them confusion in the wilderness.
I have little time or patience for people who think that killing Al Qaeda leaders/operatives is a bad thing. What else do you do with a rabid dog? You can't reason with it, so you have to kill it... and just because these particular rabid dogs walk upright on two legs, doesn't mean they have to be treated humanely.
I'm listening to the theme from "Rocky" as I type this.
My new tattoo is healing nicely, and I have to tell you that IT. FREAKIN'. ROCKS. Believe it!
"If you carry a gun, you always have to be thinking about who it is ok to kill" Yes, that's true, but not necessarily wrong.
I still have the origami Jesus that one of my Sunday school students made for me two years ago. He is pinned to the wall of my cubicle, right next to my Jerusalem cross (from Jerusalem, no less)
I have shooters everyday this week, but I just put in a leave request for Friday. I'm playin' hooky. Well, not really, I have a Doctor's appointment, but it will feel like a hooky day when I don't get out of bed at 0415.
Not all warriors are soldiers. Most soldiers aren't warriors.
When blogging becomes a chore, instead of a joy, you ought to quit doing it.... unless someone is giving you money for it.
Time to pull out the ammo for today.