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“THIS Is A Knife!”
July 21, 2008, 10:33 am
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h/t Uncle Bear

What self-respecting Adventure Team member would be caught did without his WASP Injector Knife? Just think of what this thing would do to a Pygmy Gorilla.

About The WASP:


As divers, we all know what the effects of compressed gas are underwater. Our training teaches us that our lungs would burst from over-inflation if we held our breath and rose to the surface. This principle is key to the effectiveness of the WASP Injection System.

This weapon injects a freezing cold ball of compressed gas, approximately the size of a basketball, at 800psi nearly instantly. The effects of this injection will drop many of the world’s largest land predators. The effects of the compressed gas not only cause over-inflation during ascent when used underwater, but also freezes all tissues and organs surrounding the point of injection on land or at sea. When used underwater, the injected gas carries the predator to the surface BEFORE blood is released into the water. Thus giving the diver added protection by diverting other potential predators to the surface.
The WASP Injector Knife is ideally used as a:
– Diving Knife
– Hunting Knife
– Tactical Knife

For more information, go to http://waspknife.com/about.php



American Mullet
July 12, 2008, 11:11 am
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One of the finest collections of mullets I’ve seen in quite some time can be found at http://gs251.photobucket.com/groups/gg293/20LU8456ES/.

And for your listening pleasure, the late, great Wesley Willis sings, “Cut That Mullet.”



The Great Iraq ‘N Roll Swindle
June 26, 2008, 10:35 am
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I was beginning to think that, in the real world, Fortune only smiled on ousted Nigerian statesmen. For too long, it has only been in movies like Three Kings and Kelly’s Heroes that American G.I.s had the chance to make millions. But this morning, as I checked my email, I received some “evidence” that some American soldiers have a chance to come home filthy rich, and, the best part is, they want to share their boon with little old me.

Well, it just goes to show you how low the dot-con artists have now stooped. Move over Auschwitz guards and child molesters, Hell’s lowest ring needs more room.

The letter I was sent: Continue reading



Quote o’ The Day
June 21, 2008, 7:12 pm
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“Politicians never accuse you of ‘greed’ for wanting other people’s money, only for wanting to keep your own money. ‘Need’ now means wanting someone else’s money. ‘Greed’ means wanting to keep your own. ‘Compassion’ is when a politician arranges the transfer.”
– Joseph Sobran



A Blast from The Past circa 1989 or so
June 18, 2008, 3:20 am
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Dotcom Debauchery
June 16, 2008, 10:20 am
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“Ain’t no party like a west coast party ‘Cause a west coast party don’t stop …”
–Coolio, “1-2-3-4 (Sumpin’ New)”

“In Xanadu did Kubla Khan/A stately pleasure-dome decree”
–Samuel Taylor Coleridge, “Kubla Khan, or a Vision in a Dream. A Fragment.”

The New York Post compares 6’6″ billionaire Henry Nicholas III to Iron Man; however, the SoCal computer chip mogul has more in common with the likes of Wilson Fisk than he does Tony Stark. Sure the gadgetry, the womanizing, and boozing are there, but where Stark uses his powers for good, Nicholas, aside from a few philanthropic donations, uses them for self-gratification. Far from being heroic, the Broadcom giant rules his roost with threats and intimidation.

His story reads more like an old VH1 Behind The Music than it does the story of Charles Foster Kane.

( Enjoy?… )

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Photobucket
Up for auction at Christie’s:

A ROMAN GLASS GAMING DIE
Circa 2nd Century A.D.
Deep blue-green in color, the large twenty-sided die incised with a distinct symbol on each of its faces
2 1/16 in. (5.2 cm.) wide

The father of the current owner, a Maryland Fine Arts professor, in Egypt in the 1920s.



Habitat for Inanity
June 7, 2008, 12:36 pm
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Many of my fellow Americans begrudge every last dime that Big Oil and Big Tobacco receives for providing us with the goods and services that we demand from them. As they harvest these staples of American life and deliver them to our neighborhood 7-11, our elected representatives seek to rake them over the coals simply for doing exactly what is asked of them. Yet no one dares touch a hair on the chinny-chin-chin of Big Education. State-supported colleges and universities squander money like drunken sailors, but no one dares hold them accountable. I guess no one wants to be branded a “rube” or a “yokel” for questioning the academic credentials of the degreeless SUNY – Stony Brook prof Amiri Baraka or the character of Ron Karenga.

Thursday morning, over a pop-tart and a cup of coffee, I ran across an article while flipping through my wife’s alumni magazine that reminded me of the lines from “Holiday in Cambodia”:

“”Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your 5 grand stereo
Bragging that you know how the n*****s feel cold
And the slum’s got so much soul.”

If I were a parent sending my hard-earned money to that institiution, I’d snatch my child out lickety-split.

Deconstructing Poverty

Freshman Alex Squires holds sections of cardboard together and attempts to tear a piece of duct tape off the roll on his arm while constructing a cardboard shelter during Habifest April 2 at the Tate Plaza.

The event began with a poverty banquet, where students were assigned a social class and received the same portion of food that someone of that class would typically eat. Afterward they spent the night at Tate Plaza in the cardboard shelters they built. Sponsored by UGA’s Habitat for Humanity chapter. Habifest is a nationwide, student-initiated day designed to raise awareness of the conditions of poverty. It is the main event of Habitat for Humanity’s Act! Speak! Build! Week.

For more information, visit http://www.uga.edu/habitat/.

(Georgia magazine, June 2008)

Then again, young Master Squires could be majoring in English, and the folks at UGA are just preparing him for the future.

Don’t get me wrong. I admire the work that Habitat does. I went to school and later worked in the town in which Habitat is headquartered, and I found that the Habitaters I met were an interesting lot. That were a refreshing break from the fratfolks and rednecks that blighted the town. I also lived in Athens, Georgia (where UGA is located) and worked in a job that required me to visit some of the worst areas of the city (e.g. the area of Nellie B. and Vine a.k.a. “The Iron Triangle”). I know that even though the city can support such symptoms of affluenza as rampant veganism, it is no stranger to poverty. I know there is enough of a call for real brick-and-mortar shelters from those who “get” to eat a “poverty banquet” every day that the UGA H4H chapter could better use their time wielding a hammer or a trowel instead of duct tape. But, I guess it is easier to get students to sign up for an overnight backyard camping trip with Hoover blankets, hot dogs, and Lil’ Hugs than it is to get folks to put in a day’s work on a construction site.

Then, I found this waste of gallery space:

Another Man From Plains

Cowboy boots, a NASCAR jacket, and a Billy Beer T-shirt were among the items on display in “The Other Man from Plains: Billy Carter’s Wardrobe Revealed,” an exhibit in the Barrow Hall Gallery this spring. The display featured clothing once belonging to the former president’s colorful brother, including a boxing robe worn by Smoking Joe Frazier, and T-shirts from Jimmy Carter’s presidential and gubernatorial campaigns. Billy Carter, who died in 1988, lived in Plains most of his life managing the family peanut business for a while and in 1972 buying an old service station, which became the town hot spot during the Carter campaign. The exhibit was sponsored by UGA’s Department of Textiles, Merchandising and Interiors, which is working with the Plains Better Hometown Association and the Carter family to open the Billy Carter Service Station Museum in Plains.

(Georgia magazine, June 2008)

What’s next? “The Other Man from Hope: A Photohistory of the Many Mullets of Roger Clinton”? Or how about “The Other Fortunate Son: The Preppy Fashions of Jeb Bush”?