The Ghetto aint worth going green.

4 06 2008

As my regulars know, I’m pretty well convinced I live in the Ghetto. It’s a closer to work situation, Count + Morning Traffic = bad things, but because living closer equates to less gas consumption, I’ll just call the decision a “green” one so as to maintain my rep as the hip, cool, guy that gives a fuck.

My stint here in the ghetto has been educational. Rent-a-cops giving pat downs to get into the community pool, at first seemed invasive, but I’ve grown to like them. There’s something admirable about a person in full uniform willing to stand on concrete for 8 hours a day in Houston heat for 8 bucks an hour and touch me there. As some of you may recall I posted about a year ago regarding graffiti and fuckwads. This battle has been going on over the past couple years between me and these little punks. It’s pretty simple. They are convinced what they do is art, and it demonstrates how “gangsta” they are. I’m pretty well convinced that their “art” is actual shit, and doesn’t belong on my walls. They’re pretty sneaky little bastards, so I had to put my Private Investigator skills to work.

We recently moved from one Townhome to another within the same gated community ghetto. We were/are leasers and our landlord lives out of state so requested that we leave the door unlocked so that she could send a locksmith by to change the locks after we moved out. The next day SoHoS noticed our old gate was open when she drove by. I went by to check it out. The locks had not been changed yet, and the door was standing open so I went in to check it out. Here’s what I discovered:

I immediately called our off duty police officer that runs security around our community and took the above pictures and many others just like them. The police gave me the “well, there’s really nothing we can do other than send these pictures over the the “graffiti division” but chances are nothing will ever really come of it. I’ll take the paint can they left behind and try to pull some prints…..here’s my phone number, if you need anything else……”

I completely understand that stance. Obviously, there are bigger fish to fry than these little punks, but that just wasn’t good enough for me. So I started spit-balling here’s what I knew:

  • Their nick names are spray painted all over my walls “Vegas”, “Sprite”, “Cruz”, “Jman”
  • They live by me because they’re always spray painting on my shit
  • They’re teens
  • The name of their “gang” is DGK and their slogan is “DGK all Day” (it’s what they always paint)
  • They’re all total fucking idiots

Where could I put that info to work for me? I went to myspace, searched for people with screen names matching what was all over my walls, and that lived within a 5 mile radius of my zip code.

BLAM!!!

I’ll finish this post tomorrow, felonies, fall-out, and all :)





Word

3 06 2008

I’ll post something tomorrow I swear.

Hope everyone is doing well.






RIP Charlton Heston

6 04 2008

He gave one of my favorite all time speeches to a class of Harvard Law students.  Here it is.  Good read.

‘Winning the Cultural War’ - Charlton Heston’s Speech to the Harvard Law School Forum, Feb 16, 1999

I remember my son when he was five, explaining to his kindergarten class what his father did for a living. “My Daddy,” he said, “pretends to be people.” There have been quite a few of them. Prophets from the Old and New Testaments, a couple of Christian saints, generals of various nationalities and different centuries, several kings, three American presidents, a French cardinal and two geniuses, including Michelangelo.

If you want the ceiling repainted I’ll do my best. There always seem to be a lot of different fellows up here. I’m never sure which one of them gets to talk. Right now, I guess I’m the guy.

As I pondered our visit tonight it struck me: If my Creator gave me the gift to connect you with the hearts and minds of those great men, then I want to use that same gift now to reconnect you with your own sense of liberty of your own freedom of thought … your own compass for what is right.

Dedicating the memorial at Gettysburg, Abraham Lincoln said of America, “We are now engaged in a great Civil War, testing whether this nation or any nation so conceived and so dedicated can long endure.” Those words are true again. I believe that we are again engaged in a great civil war, a cultural war that’s about to hijack your birthright to think and say what resides in your heart. I fear you no longer trust the pulsing lifeblood of liberty inside you … the stuff that made this country rise from wilderness into the miracle that it is.

Let me back up. About a year ago I became president of the National Rifle Association, which protects the right to keep and bear arms. I ran for office, I was elected, and now I serve … I serve as a moving target for the media who’ve called me everything from “ridiculous” and “duped” to a “brain-injured, senile, crazy old man.” I know … I’m pretty old … but I sure, Lord, ain’t senile.

As I have stood in the cross hairs of those who target Second Amendment freedoms, I’ve realized that firearms are not the only issue. No, it’s much, much bigger than that. I’ve come to understand that a cultural war is raging across our land, in which, with Orwellian fervor, certain acceptable thoughts and speech are mandated.

For example, I marched for civil rights with Dr. King in 1963 - long before Hollywood found it fashionable. But when I told an audience last year that white pride is just as valid as black pride or red pride or anyone else’s pride, they called me a racist. I’ve worked with brilliantly talented homosexuals all my life. But when I told an audience that gay rights should extend no further than your rights or my rights, I was called a homophobe.

I served in World War II against the Axis powers. But during a speech, when I drew an analogy between singling out innocent Jews and singling out innocent gun owners, I was called an anti-Semite. Everyone I know knows I would never raise a closed fist against my country. But when I asked an audience to oppose this cultural persecution, I was compared to Timothy McVeigh.

From Time magazine to friends and colleagues, they’re essentially saying, “Chuck, how dare you speak your mind. You are using language not authorized for public consumption!” But I am not afraid. If Americans believed in political correctness, we’d still be King George’s boys - subjects bound to the British crown.

In his book, “The End of Sanity,” Martin Gross writes that “blatantly irrational behavior is rapidly being established as the norm in almost every area of human endeavor. There seem to be new customs, new rules, new anti-intellectual theories regularly foisted on us from every direction. Underneath, the nation is roiling. Americans know something without a name is undermining the nation, turning the mind mushy when it comes to separating truth from falsehood and right from wrong. And they don’t like it.”

Let me read a few examples. At Antioch college in Ohio, young men seeking intimacy with a coed must get verbal permission at each step of the process from kissing to petting to final copulation … all clearly spelled out in a printed college directive. In New Jersey, despite the death of several patients nationwide who had been infected by dentists who had concealed their AIDs - the state commissioner announced that health providers who are HIV-positive need not … need not … tell their patients that they are infected.

At William and Mary, students tried to change the name of the school team “The Tribe” because it was supposedly insulting to local Indians, only to learn that authentic Virginia chiefs truly like the name.

In San Francisco, city fathers passed an ordinance protecting the rights of transvestites to cross-dress on the job, and for transsexuals to have separate toilet facilities while undergoing sex change surgery.

In New York City, kids who don’t speak a word of Spanish have been placed in bilingual classes to learn their three R’s in Spanish solely because their last names sound Hispanic.

At the University of Pennsylvania, in a state where thousands died at Gettysburg opposing slavery, the president of that college officially set up segregated dormitory space for black students. Yeah, I know … that’s out of bounds now. Dr. King said “Negroes.” Jimmy Baldwin and most of us on the March said “black.” But it’s a no-no now. For me, hyphenated identities are awkward … particularly “Native-American.” I’m a Native American, for God’s sake. I also happen to be a blood-initiated brother of the Miniconjou Sioux. On my wife’s side, my grandson is a thirteenth generation native American … with a capital letter on “American.”

Finally, just last month … David Howard, head of the Washington D.C. Office of Public Advocate, used the word “niggardly” while talking to colleagues about budgetary matters. Of course, “niggardly” means stingy or scanty. But within days Howard was forced to publicly apologize and resign. As columnist Tony Snow wrote: “David Howard got fired because some people in public employ were morons who (a) didn’t know the meaning of niggardly, (b) didn’t know how to use a dictionary to discover the meaning, and ©) actually demanded that he apologize for their ignorance.”

What does all of this mean? It means that telling us what to think has evolved into telling us what to say, so telling us what to do can’t be far behind. Before you claim to be a champion of free thought, tell me: Why did political correctness originate on America’s campuses? And why do you continue to tolerate it? Why do you, who’re supposed to debate ideas, surrender to their suppression?

Let’s be honest. Who here thinks your professors can say what they really believe? It scares me to death, and should scare you too, that the superstition of political correctness rules the halls of reason. You are the best and the brightest. You, here in the fertile cradle of American academia, here in the castle of learning on the Charles River, you are the cream. But I submit that you, and your counterparts across the land, are the most socially conformed and politically silenced generation since Concord Bridge. And as long as you validate that … and abide it … you are - by your grandfathers’ standards - cowards.

Here’s another example. Right now at more than one major university, Second Amendment scholars and researchers are being told to shut up about their findings or they’ll lose their jobs. Why? Because their research findings would undermine big-city mayor’s pending lawsuits that seek to extort hundreds of millions of dollars from firearm manufacturers.

I don’t care what you think about guns. But if you are not shocked at that, I am shocked at you. Who will guard the raw material of unfettered ideas, if not you? Who will defend the core value of academia, if you supposed soldiers of free thought and expression lay down your arms and plead, “Don’t shoot me.”

If you talk about race, it does not make you a racist. If you see distinctions between the genders, it does not make you a sexist. If you think critically about a denomination, it does not make you anti- religion. If you accept but don’t celebrate homosexuality, it does not make you a homophobe. Don’t let America’s universities continue to serve as incubators for this rampant epidemic of new McCarthyism.

But what can you do? How can anyone prevail against such pervasive social subjugation? The answer’s been here all along. I learned it 36 years ago, on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, DC, standing with Dr. Martin Luther King and two hundred thousand people. You simply … disobey. Peaceably, yes. Respectfully, of course. Nonviolently, absolutely.

But when told how to think or what to say or how to behave, we don’t. We disobey social protocol that stifles and stigmatizes personal freedom. I learned the awesome power of disobedience from Dr. King … who learned it from Gandhi, and Thoreau, and Jesus, and every other great man who led those in the right against those with the might.

Disobedience is in our DNA. We feel innate kinship with that disobedient spirit that tossed tea into Boston Harbor, that sent Thoreau to jail, that refused to sit in the back of the bus, that protested a war in Viet Nam. In that same spirit, I am asking you to disavow cultural correctness with massive disobedience of rogue authority, social directives and onerous laws that weaken personal freedom.

But be careful … it hurts. Disobedience demands that you put yourself at risk. Dr. King stood on lots of balconies. You must be willing to be humiliated … to endure the modern-day equivalent of the police dogs at Montgomery and the water cannons at Selma. You must be willing to experience discomfort. I’m not complaining, but my own decades of social activism have taken their toll on me. Let me tell you a story.

A few years back I heard about a rapper named Ice-T who was selling a CD called “Cop Killer” celebrating ambushing and murdering police officers. It was being marketed by none other than Time/Warner, the biggest entertainment conglomerate in the world. Police across the country were outraged. Rightfully so-at least one had been murdered. But Time/Warner was stonewalling because the CD was a cash cow for them, and the media were tiptoeing around it because the rapper was black. I heard Time/Warner had a stockholders meeting scheduled in Beverly Hills. I owned some shares at the time, so I decided to attend.

What I did there was against the advice of my family and colleagues. I asked for the floor. To a hushed room of a thousand average American stockholders, I simply read the full lyrics of “Cop Killer”- every vicious, vulgar, instructional word.

“I GOT MY 12 GAUGE SAWED OFF. I GOT MY HEADLIGHTS TURNED OFF. I’M ABOUT TO BUST SOME SHOTS OFF. I’M ABOUT TO DUST SOME COPS OFF…”

It got worse, a lot worse. I won’t read the rest of it to you. But trust me, the room was a sea of shocked, frozen, blanched faces. The Time/Warner executives squirmed in their chairs and stared at their shoes. They hated me for that. Then I delivered another volley of sick lyric brimming with racist filth, where Ice-T fantasizes about sodomizing two 12-year old nieces of Al and Tipper Gore.

“SHE PUSHED HER BUTT AGAINST MY ….”

Well, I won’t do to you here what I did to them. Let’s just say I left the room in echoing silence. When I read the lyrics to the waiting press corps, one of them said “We can’t print that.”

“I know,” I replied, “but Time/Warner’s selling it.” Two months later, Time/Warner terminated Ice-T’s contract. I’ll never be offered another film by Warner’s, or get a good review from Time Magazine. But disobedience means you must be willing to act, not just talk.

When a mugger sues his elderly victim for defending herself … jam the switchboard of the district attorney’s office.

When your university is pressured to lower standards until 80% of the students graduate with honors … choke the halls of the board of regents.

When an 8-year-old boy pecks a girl’s cheek on the playground and gets hauled into court for sexual harassment … march on that school and block its doorways.

When someone you elected is seduced by political power and betrays you… petition them, oust them, banish them.

When Time magazine’s cover portrays millennium nuts as deranged, crazy Christians holding a cross as it did last month … boycott their magazine and the products it advertises.

So that this nation may long endure, I urge you to follow in the hallowed footsteps of the great disobedience’s of history that freed exiles, founded religions, defeated tyrants, and yes, in the hands of an aroused rabble in arms and a few great men, by God’s grace, built this country.

If Dr. King were here, I think he would agree. Thank you.





Angry White Guy

2 04 2008

In election 2008, don’t forget Angry White Man

There is a great amount of interest in this year’s presidential elections, as everybody seems to recognize that our next president has to be a lot better than George Bush. The Democrats are riding high with two groundbreaking candidates — a woman and an African-American — while the conservative Republicans are in a quandary about their party’s nod to a quasi-liberal maverick, John McCain.

Each candidate is carefully pandering to a smorgasbord of special-interest groups, ranging from gay, lesbian and transgender people to children of illegal immigrants to working mothers to evangelical Christians.

There is one group no one has recognized, and it is the group that will decide the election: the Angry White Man. The Angry White Man comes from all economic backgrounds, from dirt-poor to filthy rich. He represents all geographic areas in America, from urban sophisticate to rural redneck, deep South to mountain West, left Coast to Eastern Seaboard.

His common traits are that he isn’t looking for anything from anyone — just the promise to be able to make his own way on a level playing field. In many cases, he is an independent businessman and employs several people. He pays more than his share of taxes and works hard.

The victimhood syndrome buzzwords — “disenfranchised,” “marginalized” and “voiceless” — don’t resonate with him. “Press ‘one’ for English” is a curse-word to him. He’s used to picking up the tab, whether it’s the company Christmas party, three sets of braces, three college educations or a beautiful wedding.

read the rest 





update

26 03 2008

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I love this time of year

25 03 2008

my garden is starting to come to life.

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My Tomato’s

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Rev. Wright has been “Lynched”

24 03 2008
In a sunrise Easter sermon, Rev. Otis Moss III never mentioned Wright by name, but implied that his mentor, who has delivered sermons in which he likened the U.S. to the Ku Klux Klan and declared it damned for its “state-sponsored terrorism,” is facing the same challenges Jesus did.”No one should start a ministry with lynching, no one should end their ministry with lynching,” Moss said.





Why does the Easter Bunny hide the eggs?

24 03 2008

He doesn’t want anyone to know he’s fucking a chicken.





Happy Easter

23 03 2008

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Oh, and if you’re such a tool that you’re going to save the planet by “naturally dying” your easter eggs, but you don’t know how to do it. Worry not, here’s a jake leg that will show you how. But, “free range” eggs only please…..





ha

22 03 2008

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all i taught her was…. everything

21 03 2008





In case you’re wondering

21 03 2008

Count is a “typical white person” and proud of it.





Ninabears Birthday

21 03 2008

I’ve been really slacking on my blog. I’ve just been entirely too busy working. I have a million little pieces of paper floating around crumpled up in pockets with things I wanted to blog about but just haven’t gotten a round tuit. And I have no friggin idea with what up with all my friends cause I haven’t even had time to surf. I’ve reworked my schedule and will be back blogging and reading again from here on out. The rest can wait.

Here’s some pic/vids from our daughters bday last weekend. It was quite an event. Most the pics are on a disk at the folks house. I forgot to grab them on the way out the door, but I found some on the camera.

My mom really did a lot for the bday party. She had a bunch of orchids dilivered for all the girls to put in their hair, and decorated the whole house and yard. She made this cake for the Hawaiian theme. It was really pretty incredible. When I get my disk back I’ll throw some more pics up of it, but it was all edible, the bark, leaves, etc..

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At night they all spent most the time in the hot tub.

I fixed breakfast for the crew.

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Then they hit the dock for some sun, and some pretty annoying music

All in all it was a blast, and a most memorable 12th birthday for Ninabear. There was really only one mishap.





What’s the difference between a beauty pageant and a circus?

19 03 2008

A circus has a cunning array of stunts.





The perfect marriage

15 03 2008

Not sure if you non Texans have access to or have ever had Big Red, but it’s the bomb.  It’s a cross between a strawberry soda and a cream soda.  It’s made in Waco Texas (where I was born).  If you’ve never had one, and you ever see this can go ahead and treat yourself.  Drop a soup of ice cream in a glass then pour this over it……forget about it.

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Needless to say a couple weeks ago when I discovered their new energy drink I was hooked immediately.   It’s the perfect marriage Red Bull and Big Red.

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Clintons response, to Obomas response, to Samantha’s monster comments

7 03 2008

So Obama gets rid of one of his advisor’s that called Hillary a monster.  Big deal.  Clinton made sure to address the nonissue today.

“I think Senator Obama did the right thing, um… I think it’s important to look at what he and his other advisor’s say behind closed doors…” 

Didn’t Nixon try that already?





Hummer H2

6 03 2008

So my brother in law bought this a few weeks ago.

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I absolutely love the thing. They’ve added another 85hp this year. This thing moves. I’ve always said I’d never get rid of my Jeep but I’d drive the hell out of one of these, I could use the extra room for the kids, and the truck bed would just simplify my life.

Anywho, so my sister and my bro in law keep getting flipped off while they’re driving. They couldn’t figure out what was going on, then they found this website.

FUH2.com apparently there’s this movement amongst a bunch of tards to take pictures of themselves flipping off H2’s they see on the road then posting the pics on this website. It’s their way at “getting back at the man” for taking part in such a gas guzzling monster, “while our brothers and sisters are off in the Middle East risking their lives to secure America’s fossil fuel future”. Yeah, right whatever.
Makes me want one even more.

this one has nice accessories.





Houston Rockets hanging tough

5 03 2008

With Yao out for the season the rockets have managed to match the team high regular season winning streak at 15 straight games.





Warning regarding comments from Count and SoHoS

5 03 2008

As most of you know already SoHoS has taken a new job. I’m proud of her and the move she made however, it came with consequences. One of which was the loss of the computer she has used for the last couple years. Ex-Boss hell guy has taken it back (understandably). So what does this have to do with anything, well until I purchase her a new one (week or so) because I refuse to dig one of the many older computers out of one of our closets and hook it up, she will be sharing mine with me. There in lies the problemo. It’s only a matter of time till someone forgets to log out and leaves a comment somewhere on some blog that at first glance will look as if it came from me or her, when in reality it came from the other.

Just Say’in





Thanks for the Memories Brett

5 03 2008

A real class act.

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