Wednesday, November 12, 2008

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Here's where I yell at things.

Wednesday, November 12, 2003This is my first time doing this shit.......so here goes....well like the title says, I am a disgruntled employee. What sets off this anger in me? Well I'm gonna be blunt about this....white people, mostly middle aged housewife white women, you know the kind. The women that have to point out how something another woman is gonna buy is "cute"....."oh that's so cute"....Then the other insipid gringa has to respond with the classical.."isn't it? I thought so, I got it on sale"....arrgghh, what the hell is the need for these women to talk to each other? It's not like they're gonna see each other again. Stupid gringas! The same goes for old white men, thse fucks act like they're women. Cheap ass fucks want to know..."I thought this was on sale? Well if it isn't, then I'm not buying it"................Why the fuck do these prunes feel like they have to act snotty with me? I don't fucken' create the prices. Sometimes I feel like slapping these old guys...."hey pops! what the hell happened? back in the day you where a stud hittin' on girls? You prolly' bought a cherry red Bel Air to impress some pussy? What happened man? Now you're a bitchy old senile man." I really hope I'm always coo'.....hopefully....Oh yeah and it's my birthday today!
Im 20 today.........I hate being 20, sure it's one more year away from buying da' booze, but I'm not a teen anymore, I'm just a 20 year old angry kid. he he go figure.
Posted by: Robert / 3:05 PM


Friday, November 7, 2008

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Tuesday, September 09, 2003

This is the Fox News story about the Democratic debateRead about the Debate

Presidential WANTABEE Howard Dean or as I like to call him the Wax Dummy basically is saying if I am elected president I will embarass the United States in front of the entire world by causing us to fail in Iraq. I find all the democratic candidates positions on the war in Iraq appalling the only candidate that is supporting our brave troops is Joseph Liberman the others are not only bashing the president but also the troops serving in Iraq by making it seem like liberating the Iraqi people is wrong.

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- posted by Jeff @ 9:17 PM
Monday, September 08, 2003

Well its happening the democratic candidates are hammering the president on his speech last night. Candidate and left wind loon Howard Dean even went so far as to accuse the president of manipulating the threat of terrorism. Now democratic senators are saying that not only does the US now have to go to the UN but we need to give them more power this is absurd we are talking about coutries who tried to undermine us at everyturn now they want power. They did not want to fight for the Iraqis freedom but now they want to DICTATE it.

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- posted by Jeff @ 5:15 PM
Sunday, September 07, 2003

Did you see the Presidents speech tonight? I unfortunately did not but from what I hear on Fox News it was a gutsy move by the president to ask for 68 Billion dollars especially when the Bush Hater presidential candidates have him under the microscope. They keep whining about how Osama Bin Laden is still on the lose but if the President would go after him and not Sadam it would be what about Sadam. The best thing the President could do is to keep doing what he is doing ignore the crap that the candidates are saying and not stoop to their level. I do think however that something must be done to protect our troops serving in Iraqi

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- posted by Jeff @ 7:50 PM


Thursday, November 6, 2008

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Wednesday, May 21, 2003

I was in a wildwest like bar, in new york, looking for a job, everyone outside the bar normally, cars going by, but once I entered this bar I couldnt see out.. on inside, there were all old fashioned people, really old picnic tables like at the beach. No one ever bought anything. There were 2 people working the store, always moving around and that, never had a second to talk. There were about 6 picnic tables and maybe 2 people per table. Some closets, and pillars apparently held the place up. THere were windows too, but they were tinted in the outsiders favor as if the bar was an experiment. I walked to the back of the store, and stood there for about 30 minutes it seemed, and both the workers knew why I was there for some reason, and talked to each other, walked over to me, and brought me to this table with papers in the corner. The 3 of us then stood near the table, facing away from it, leaning towards the back of the room. We never DID use any of the papers, or the table for any reason, but it seemed like it was an important table. So the 3 of us, leaning there for around a half hour, that seemed to be the proper time in this bar, 30 minutes... And then a girl walked in, maybe 30, her face was covered up by a giant black hat, and in the dream I couldn't make out her body. But I knew she was attractive, and from south america somehow. She walked right up the man that owned the bar, one of the 2 workers I was with, and yet they were identical, like copies, she knew who was the owner.

The following events happened so fast, it felt like I had no control over anything. She talked to the man who owned the store for 1 second, then she tugged on my arm, and walked into the closet, I then realized that there was nothing behind the counter, and that this bar look was just to cover up the fact that they just sold sex to ladies here. keep in mind all these thoughts happened fast, and the 2nd bartender(didnt own the store) then the owner walked up to me, looking at me, talked to the 2nd worker, and told him "he looks ready, might as well test him", (as I wanted a job here) so the 2nd worker kept giving me looks, as if he wanted to do in this lady waiting in the closet... By now I wanted to get out, even though the girl was attractive, but the owner was forceful, and told me to go in the closet, no explaination as if some how he knew I knew the place was a whorehouse, and I obeyed and went into the closet, after I was in the place opened up and was rather large, and quickly closed up and me and this south american girl were so close we couldnt breath. She talked sweet, but very blunt.. She told me to fingure her, so I did, kind of holding back, and this lasted about 2 seconds, and the "2nd worker" came in, and I ran out. I must have turned around, tooken 2 steps out of the closet, flicked the door behind me, and thats all I can remember... yet leaving
the closet took what seemed like 2 hours.

Now I found myself at Walnut Creek, my middle school, in gym class. Yet the school didnt look at all what walnut creek was like, I just had the impression that it was walnut creek. I was in gym class with about 200 people doing whatever they pleased, some going very fast, some going very slow. Abnormal thing in his dream was that the water in the pool was all normal, yet a small layer had the consistency of concrete, yet appearence of water. Almost everything was blue, except for my black swimming shorts. To the far end, (where I was) the roof opened up and revealed a black sky, but I knew it was daytime, and just accepted the blackness. There was a really large wooden platform towards the entrance to the gym, somehow blending in with the whole place normally, something from splash lagoon it seemed I was walking fast towards this, on the edge of the pool, yet it took me around 1 hour to get to the platform, because the edge of the pool kept getting longer... all the while everyone was doing whatever they wanted. Suddenly I was on top of the platform, and it seemed about 5 stories high, and was about a half mile oval like shape, where I was standing. Suddenly everything was ranked and filed, and looking to my left were 3 men in tuxes, all the kids in gym class still doing things, but much like they were programmed, stiff, yet still what they wanted, and dressed in preppy like clothing. (this all seemed normal, even 'mist all the water). in the 3 men with tuxes was regis philbin, in a brown tux, while the 2 men to either sides had black black tuxes. By now I felt out of place, yet I saw no way to escape, I too was moving in a linear path, even if my path was just standing there. Then a girl appeared in front of me with a inter-tube, red and yellow colors on it, I looked back at regis, and he looked happy, and I felt like he was controling everything, as if the mind behind the whole world. I couldnt make out anything about this girl, but I liked her, because I felt like she was the only one not moving on these pre-determined paths. She came closer to me, and I was trying to figure out why she had a inter-tube, for 2 people. I looked to my left, (the opposite of the 3 men in tuxes) and there was a winding red slide there, as if she put it there. She set the tube down, got in front, I got in back, (this was all on that platform thing) and regis came in and got behind me. I then felt like the whole thing was a contest, and we had to race down the slide into this pool. So all 3 of us went down the slide in this inter-tube, and we entered the water, went under, and suddenly it was just me and her, no regis, no people, no inter-tube, just me and her, and even though I couldnt see what she looked like at all we were staring at eachother, and I right here I thought she was the most perfect girl in the entire world, and we were both breathing underwater, breathing air, somehow. This lasted only for a few seconds, and then she took off at unhuman speeds, and I was just floating underwater watching her take off... I assumed she could go so fast because
she had some kind of power, I thought of her as a hacker, and this world that we were in was a program, probably because I just saw matrix2. then before any thoughts could be finished, I was right next to her going at her speed, underwater, like she was pulling me behind her, with her. I then noticed a stand in the water, holding a pink hola-hoop up above the water, and after noticing this, everyone moving about on there linear paths, except me and the girl. We then jetted up out of the water, (all of this not in my hands) and were going still going in the same direction, like the pool never ended, about 2 feet above the water, now going slow. I then noticed others flying with us, sort of like a race. I thought the finish line was going out of this huge hole in the roof, so we started going a little bit higher and higher.

Before anyone finished the race, me and this girl were in a hallway, (this now looked like walnut creek) with lockers, and there was a ladder going up into the roof, so she went up first, and then I could finally see her... She was sort of short, dirty blonde hair, and her face and body looked completely perfect in every way, but I didnt get to long of a look... after we both climbed up the ladder, I was suddenly very short, and she became Patrick Star from spongebob squarepants (?). inside the roof was a hallway made of metal, except for a huge glass window down the hall. Me and her, even though I no longer thought of her as the girl, I thought of her now as Patrick from spongebob, and all her powers were stripped from her/him. We walked down this metal hallway, towards the window... it felt like we were rebeling now, me and pat. As if there was something that they were hiding down here, in a metal hallway above the school. We reached the window, and suddenly a fat version of regis was next to me, and my uncle paul, trying to stop us or something. They went for patrick first, and obviously killed him, I never learned, and I ran up a staircase, that was somehow magically there. I was then in a laaarge-dark warehouse like room, turning back, there was no longer no staircase. I was now this sonic like person, very small, and had a blue backpack on. I took something I thought was valueable, what I thought they were hiding back here, and put it into my backpack. Important, I never learned what I took. The whole time since walking up the staircase, I felt like I was running, and I felt like I knew why I was up here, to fuck over walnut creek. I also thought regis was the
principle of this school. there was a window with no glass covering it in this dark room, the only light source, so I ran out. The building I walked out of was a really old shitty concrete building from downtown, and I was on a muddy side of a river, a thick forest on the other side of the river. I was running along this muddy side, some spots of grass, when I felt my uncle and fat regis on my back, so I ran faster, and around this bend there was something resembling a concrete-bunker, and only I could fit under it... I was getting really scared, because normally I would just turn around and clean these guys if I Was my normal self, but I was this sonic character, so I hid under the bunker, and there was just enough room for a hand to come up under and grab me, so I pushed some dirt up against the hole I climbed in, and then I felt them both pounding on the right side of this bunker, I ran out the same hole I went in, (to the left) and I was suddenly myself, and I Was 2 feet above the ground, regis was gone, same wih my uncle, only this gray colored helicopter, about 6 stories into the sky, propellers going and the 2 people in it had guns aimed at me.. then I woke up

- posted by John @ 11:22 AM


Tuesday, October 14, 2008

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Thursday, October 2, 2008

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Tuesday, February 24, 2004
-7:35pm

Sorry forgot to post yesterday! Monday me and Jess were walking around town singing VERY loudly and we were SUPER LAUGHY! and no we werent ON anything! lol Just having LOTS and LOTS of FUN! anyways now today:
I got my skates redoned and now they are FINALLY freeskate blades instead of the edge blades! and NOW I can do my spins and jumps good! but ya thats about it today! Im outta here!

-7:37pm
brit@2/24/2004

Sunday, February 22, 2004
-7:01pm

Hello! Today was an ok day... Jess came over at about 12:00, and we watched Pokemon 4ever! lol! and then Pokemon IN FRENCH! lol jess! Yesh! I've been on the computer ALL day, becuz everyone was asleep/not home, which was good cuz i got alot done! Anyways I'll probably be starting a site soon and this blog will be partly for that also. well im outta here

-7:04pm

-brit-
brit@2/22/2004

JOEB.BLOGSPOT.COM - 4 Posts



Monday, January 12, 2004
Today was my first combat movement outside of the wire. We drove from our forward operating base (FOB) to a PRT (Provincial Reconstruction Team) on the opposite side of the city of Kandahar. Our drive began on the dusty, poorly maintained road running into town. American Military vehicles seem to have the right-of-way and most everyone gets out of our way. We drive like maniacs, but we do so to avoid choke points and staying in kill sacks for an extended period of time. Many children ran up to the road and would wave at us, or give us the "thumbs-up" sign. The men mostly looked at us suspiciously. The poverty is unbelieveable... tents and mud huts with thatched roofs are commonplace, filth and garbage are rife. The drainage ditch along the road was a murky brown-green. The smell of shit was everywhere. I saw a few people, women I suspect, in burkhas. Some of the young girls I saw had scarves wrapped around their heads. I even passed the spot where a few days previously (Jan 5/6), some Taliban operatives placed some IEDs and something like 15 children were killed and roughly 40 more were injured.
I don't think I can ever again complain about my standard of living in the states. I have a dumpy 2 bedroom house. To many of the people of Afghanistan, this would be a palace. As I understand, $2.00 a day is about average for the typical worker... And I whine about my salary... shame on me.
I made it back to the FOB in one piece (alive)... I guess that counts for something. ¶ 1/12/2004 05:53:00 PM
Sunday, January 11, 2004
It is 0130 Zulu in Kandahar which makes it roughly 0600 Local or 2100 (9:00pm) back home in Kentucky. Since my last post, I took a combat flight (short takeoff/landing without lights) into Kandahar and moved into some temporary (transient) tents. The weather is warmer in Kandahar by about 10 degrees (f) than in Kabul... partly due that we are only 2000 feet above sea level as opposed to 4500. It is not as majestic here... we sit at the foothills of the Hindu Kush, but the mountain ridges are similar in size to what one would see in eastern Kentucky.
After a late wakeup we went to a bazaar just outside of post. It was basically a flea market with men and boys peddling anything from bootlegged CDs to carpets, watches, sunglasses, and other trinkets. The sellers were real hustlers and wouldn't take a first time or even a second time "no". I ended up buying, along with all my comrades, a lightweight vest designed to carry my body armor... the original price was $30 and the total price was haggled to $17... probably still too high, but I won't complain.
In the evening, my team was invited to the provincial chief of security's home for dinner and tea. We drove to the gentleman's home and started in a large living room where we munched on pistachios, almonds, raisins, and Pepsi. We were entertained by music videos of Britney Spears and Shakira... their lack of talent wasn't really an issue, we were just happy to see women... After light refreshments, we were taken to another room where a spread of lamb, chicken, and bread was offered. Consumption of food products was followed by a young lieutenant serving us yellow tea (chai). We chatted and listened to the general's dirty jokes through his interpreter, Mohammed. At the end of the night, the general shook everyone's hand and with a smile thanked us all for being a guest in his home. Not once did I see a woman.
Kandahar Air Field (KAF) is the base here in Kandahar and I am currently located on the Special Forces Forward Operating Base just outside of KAF. We have a well stocked PX (Post Exchange), a gift shop, a sewing shop, a barber, and even a place to get a legitimate massage. Later today and I am to visit a firebase in Ghecko about 40 Kilometers to the North and meet with my American counterparts.
I pee 4-5 times everynight after going to bed... something about forced hydration...
¶ 1/11/2004 05:51:00 AM
Thursday, January 08, 2004
Before going any further I must mention that I cannot be too specific with information. This would include last names, exact locations, times of flight, etc. If I am vague, please understand that it is for security and force protection reasons.

My name is Joe and my military nickname is "BJ" which is a shortened version of my last name. I am a Special Operations Civil Affairs soldier currently living in Afghanistan. I am from Louisville, Kentucky where I spent most of my life. I have been in the Army or Army Reserves for the past 15 years (I joined at 17). My first assignment was as a cavalry scout in Mannheim, Germany. After active duty I came back to Kentucky and became a drill sergeant and earned my B.A. in Anthropology. In 2002 I joined a Civil Affairs unit in Columbus, Ohio.

I am a team sergeant, meaning I am the senior non-commisioned officer, of a Civil Affairs team. My duties include serving as a diplomat, counselor, financial administrator, interpreter, and fully automatic, ground pounding, door kicker. Civil Affairs isn't necessarily all that Civil in the Special Operations environment, but we will save that for another post.

I have been training for the last three months on active duty and arrived in the country of Afghanistan only a few days ago. I haven't left my compound and I am taking the time right now just to acclimate to the environment. The air is thin and cold, there is a bit of rain and snow, and it is very hazy outside. When it is clear, there is a ring of snow-capped mountains surrounding our base. We are fortunate to have moved onto an old Soviet base which has been refurbished with running water, indoor plumbing, and improved tents and huts. Oh, we have internet access, too.

I have rambled too long, and there is a line of people waiting to use the computer. ¶ 1/08/2004 12:20:00 PM
Wednesday, January 07, 2004
Hello and welcome to my web log. I am a soldier in the U.S. Special Operations Command and this is my first day in the country of Afghanistan. Keep tuned and I will update as often as possible. ¶ 1/07/2004 06:46:00 AM

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Wednesday, April 10, 2002
WELL, THIS IS WLIIE MASON AND I WOULD LIKE TO SAY I TYPED THE FIRST TIME AND DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO, SO I PUSHED THE WRONG BUTTON AND IT ERASED MY WHOLE *&^%$# TYPING SO I HAVE TO DO IT AGAIN. HOPE YOUR HAPPY!!!!!! WELL I'D BETTER GET TO SENDING BEFORE SOMETHING ELSE GOES WRONG....SEE YA
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Wednesday, October 1, 2008

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Friday, August 29, 2008
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Saturday, September 09, 2006
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