Neanderpundit

When I served nuclear duty as a B-Man (the NCO who had the other two numbers to launch the 440 kiloton thermonuclear missiles, *which required a CTSA security clearance), if I would have written in Williams Ayers as an acquaintance, even in passing, I would have never of been cleared, and probably been jailed.

Yet 50% of the morons in this country want to give that fucking terrorist the football.

Would somebody please tell me what’s wrong with this picture?

“So how much did ya lose over the past ten days,” I asked. Dad was reading his copy of the WSJ, just as he did every morning.
He looked at me over his specs, those 82 year old steely blue eyes blazing away at the paper. He laid the paper down on in his lap before he answered.
“Oh… Probably somewhere around 40%. Bout like everybody else. No biggie,” he answered as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

“Aren’t you worried about making that up? I mean, that’s a shitload of cash,” I asked, not having ever seen my father act this nonchalant towards financial issues.

He looked me in the eyes, the way he always has whenever I’m about to be spanked.

“No son, I got plenty. That 40%? That was your part,” he smiled and picked the paper back up, then continued his reading as if I wasn’t there.

Ya gotta love those old guys who know how to put things into their true perspectives.

take a dump so long, that it changed consistency, not once but three times, during the course of the same dump? Starting with the hard little gravelly crap that drops in clean lumps that hit the water with a “poit” moving on to long smooth bananna shaped crap that stands in the bowl, the bottom brown and the top turning black in the air? and finally the loose, floating oatmeal dumpthat fills the bowl with lumpy brown pudding?

Nah, me neither.