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Mississippi Republican Party Caucus James Savik 11/29/2009 Mississippi Republicans met in Jackson Monday in their first in a series of meetings to decide which candidate that they will support in the 2012 convention and Presidential Race. A straw poll was held to see where the candidates stand. None of those God damned yankees - got the most votes followed closely by Newt Gingrich and none of those God damned Mormons. The Grand Dragon... I mean the State Party Chairman refused to commit to any of those "God-less RINOs the national party is floating like turds in our punch bowl". When asked for comment on Herman Cain's marital problems, the Party Chairman said, "It brings into question Herman Cain's judgment because those were some awfully ugly whores." I expect the Mississippi GOP to drink a lot of moonshine and eventually pick the most offensive candidate available.

We regret Will Ferrell and disavow any responsibility for him. My favorite ever Will Ferrell scene was in Elf where the raccoon attacked his dumb ass.

No Bieber-fever or Bieber-hatred here. He's just another synthetic teen star that the industry has created to use as a cash cow. There have been scores of them and there will be scores to come. He is merely the flavor of the week. He seems like a genuinely nice kid. I just hope he's got honest people around him that won't rob him blind.

"Oh my god, I think I killed him!" , the young woman holding a shovel shouted. I answered, "I'll check. Stay back. Where is he?" She said, "In the back yard. He surprised me on the patio. He tried to grab me but I smacked him." Her hand were shaking as she held the shovel at port-arms. I pulled my Beretta and clicked off the safety and pulled my mag-lite. I keyed my radio and said, "This is one-L-19 responding to complaint of a prowler, I'm Code 2 at 145 Pine Valley Highway. 10-70 reported in the back yard. Roll backup." Dispatch responded, "One-L-19, Code 2, any available backup please respond." I wasn't holding my breath for back up. As crazy as things were going that night, I wasn't really expecting any for a while. "Mam- go inside and lock the doors. I'm going to clear your back yard." She said, "Deputy, be careful. There's something not right about him". Then she disappeared inside the garage door with her shovel and I heard the latch snap. If it was illegal aliens in this neighborhood it would be a first. The surrounding terrain was some of the roughest desert in the South West. This little berg was a well-to-do far flung suburb of Tuscon way out south of Red Rock. I went around the side of the house and found the gate to the back yard standing open. There was a diffused blue light coming from a bug-zapper on the other side of the fence. As I passed the gate there was a distinct smear of dark blood. Thought to myself- it looks like she got a piece of him. As I went into the back yard, I yelled, "Pima County Sheriff's Office! Let me see your hands!" I swept the yard with my mag lite and saw nothing on my first sweep. It was a nice place. It was a fenced in back yard with a pool, pool house and tool shed. The tool shed door was standing wide open and a light was on inside. As I swept through the yard, I saw a shadow move in the tool shed. I came around, put the mag-lite and Beretta on the door of the shed and ordered, "You in the shed. Come out and let me see your hands." Suddenly a big guy in army fatigues, combat boots and a holstered side arm appeared in the door of the shed. The flash-light beam in his face made him stop. There was blood on the side of his face and he appeared quite pale. What bothered me the most was the blood on his hands. Holy shit. What I stumbled into? On seeing his side arm I yelled, "Drop the weapon. Drop it now!" He started coming toward me and began accelerating. I yelled one more time, "Drop the weapon and get on your knees. Last warning!" He continued to accelerate toward me. I shot him twice, center mass and he fell on his back. I keyed my radio mike and said, "Shots fired, shots fired, suspect down! I need a bus and a supervisor now!" I approached the suspect, leaned over and took the pistol out of his holster. As I was securing his weapon, the suspect opened his eyes and made a grab for my legs. "Stay down! There's an ambulance on the way!" The suspect rolled over, got up and came after me again. I took two more shots and dropped him again. He got up faster this time. I put two more rounds in his chest and another two in his head. This time he didn't get up. I looked around at the scene and there was blood and gore everywhere. Somewhere in the night I heard the boom of a shot gun. The shot gun went off three more times and there was a blood curdling scream. I heard the gate creek and I turned to see another messed up person shambling into the back yard. The man was in his thirties and had a bloody neck wound. I ordered him to halt but he kept coming for me. I shot him twice once in the chest and one in the head. As soon as he had dropped a horribly injured Mexican man came through the gate snarling and running toward me. I shot him twice and went dry. I quickly slammed another magazine into my gun and decided that it was time to get the hell out of Dodge. As I ran through the gate there were two more. I shot them both and sprinted for my cruiser when I saw dozens of those things coming toward me. I jumped in the patrol car, fired it up and ran over three of them as I ran like hell. What had just happened? Why had I just left the scene of a shooting and run over three people? What the hell was going on? What was wrong my my freaking bullets? Nobody got up after taking center mass shots at close range. Nobody. Were they wearing body armor? Nothing made sense. I could tell that I was in shock. I listened to my police radio as unit after unit reported civilian gunfire, shots fired by officers and people acting crazy. It was a huge tangled mess of desperate radio calls for help. The world was falling apart for no apparent reason.

Very pretty children but all much to young for me. I will keep my man-friend Randy. We may both be over the hill but at least I have him trained.

I know for sure that Southern schools go psycho dealing with gay kids. Stuff like this shows that they are even less prepared to cope with trans-gendered teens.

I'd like to sink into Jack.

"Look, I know you weren't really ready to talk to me, but I have to tell you what has been going on. Just listen to me ..." the voice on the phone said. I sighed at my cell phone. The clock by my bed read two oh-three am and I had a crazy woman on the phone. "Jessie. How nice to hear from you. What gave you the idea that I didn't want to talk to you. Not taking your calls, ducking your voice mails or actually hiding from you?" Now it was Jessie's turn to sigh. "Oh come on Philip. We've known each other too long." "It's what you are saying girl. It's crazy. It is just like what the Army said in their press release: a gas was accidentally released that causes confusion and hallucinations." "You are a smart enough reporter to know a cover story when you see one." I said, "I have to admit that it is a little convenient. But what you are saying. It just sounds so crazy. Look humor me. Tell me the story again." Jessie cleared her throat and said, "Yesterday morning at about three am, the paramedics brought us a psyche case. He was fighting and biting and appeared to be seriously injured. We put a bite mask on him and put him restraint table. He had some kind of seizure and flat-lined. We called a code blue. We gave him direct cardiac adrenalin and shocked him at least a dozen time. We pronounced him dead at 3:25. The only ID we found on him were a dog-tags. We called our contact at the Yuma Proving Grounds per protocol." "We got busy with a car crash. Bunch of kids. Nothing serious but cuts, bruises and a broken arm. We had just cleared it when this corpse started going ape shit." I said, "This is the guy that you pronounced dead right?" "Yeah. Dead. Stone cold, dead as a post. No heart beat, no respiration. Nothing. He starts growling and thrashing around under the sheet. If he hadn't been restrained, he would have gotten up." I said, "This is where we have a problem with your story. Corpses don't get up." "No shit Sherlock. This is where it gets weird. We figured that we had made a mistake and pronounced him too early. We went back to work on him but got no vital signs. No heartbeat, no blood pressure. We gave him enough Valium and Atavan to drop a horse and he was still fighting us. No. That's not right. He was fighting to get to us." "That's when the Army showed up, shut down the ER and came up with that bogus cover story. They gave everybody vague threats and discouraged us from talking to the press." I paused for a moment and said, "That's one hell of a story but I've got nothing solid. What can I take to my editor?" Jessie said, "You remember the paramedic from last night?" I said, "Yeah." "He was bitten. He here now and he's in the same shape as the guy from last night. On top of that, he bit his wife and kids and they are in isolation with high fever and we've got seven more bite related cases. Dr. Lawrence just pushed the panic button and called the CDC and I don't mind telling you I'm scared shitless." My cell phone went dead and a recording started: This conversation has been terminated for reasons of National Security. The message repeated itself twice and my phone went completely dead.

Saratoga Captain Carter and his Navigator had been up all night. His desk was littered with computer pads, coffee cups, old-fashioned books and a hard copy of Sokolsky’s paper. A monitor on his wall displayed row after row of daunting equations. His senior navigator Commander Ben Keller looked up from a computer pad sighed, and said, “Damned if I know why it works Jerry. I might as well say some magic happens here and poof. You’ve got your handy, dandy hyperspace coordinates set down t

Before departing the Burke, Schmit and Harrison received a message from the local office of Argo Transit. It requested that they with to have a 1:00 meeting with the director of the branch office and included reservations at one of Capella Station’s nicer hotels. The Imperial Palace sat in the heart of the cities business district and catered to a mixed clientèle of ranking military officers and an assortment of civilian contractors and workers. Schmit and Harrison were pleased to discover t

Today in Naval History: Nov. 15, 1942 In August 1942 the United States launched its first offensive of the Pacific war. Dubbed Operation Watchtower by CINCPAC, everybody else called it Operation Shoestring. The target was an island no one had ever heard of in a chain of islands that no one had ever heard of. Soon- everyone would hear about it. The island was named Guadalcanal in the Solomons island chain. It was so miserable a place that Jack London wrote The Solomons were so wretched that I wouldn't have the heart to exile my worst enemy there. The island had four things in great abundance: hot, humid tropical weather, mosquitoes, malaria and head-hunting natives. The Marines of the 1st Division landed on Guadalcanal in early August touching off an all out air, land and sea campaign by the United States and Japan to control the island- the only island in a thousand miles in either direction large enough for airfields capable of handling heavy bombers. There were no fewer than a dozen surface battles in the general area of Guadalcanal over the next year. The battle that decided the fate of the Solomons was the Naval Battle of Guadalcanal which took place between Nov. 13 to 15, 1942. Both sides threw everything they had into the battle. The US lost two light cruisers: Atlanta, Juneau and several destroyers in a wild melee on the night of the 13th. The big guns of the battleships USS Washington and South Dakota decided the issue on the 15th. The Japanese lost the battleships Hiei on the 14 and Kirishima on the 15th. USS Atlanta was the flagship of Admirals Norman Scott and Ray Callahan. Both were killed on the night of the 13th and Atlanta was to badly damaged to save. She sank the next day. Juneau was an Atlanta class light cruiser that was also badly damaged on the night of the 13th. She was lost with only 10 survivors to a submarine as she tried to limp away for repairs. The famous Sullivan brothers were lost when the Juneau went down. (see the Sullivan Brothers) This one incident changed the navy's policy of posting brothers together on a single ship. The Japanese battleship Hiei was shot up in the battle and caught and sunk by aircraft the next day. On the night of the 15, the USS Washington(above) and South Dakota(below) tore into the Japanese with radar directed gunfire. Kirishima was the victim of the wrath of the American battleships. Casualties were heavy for both sides. The US Navy lost 1,732 killed in the battle. Japanese losses were ~1900 (Army losses were not included when transports were sunk). The battle was decisive. The Japanese made no further attempts at a large scale counter-invasion of Guadalcanal. For months they attempted to resupply the troops already ashore. Imperial Headquarters ordered the island evacuated effectively ending the campaign for Guadalcanal in mid-1943. See: http://en.wikipedia...._of_Guadalcanal

Don't order the schnitzel it’s made of schnauzer!

Isn't that redundant?

Bingo. This is smelling more and more like organized crime. Blackmail, extortion and coercion are their standard operating procedure. I wouldn't be surprised if it was Russian Mafia. They have no problem with using child prostitutes to make money and then shaking down their customers. You are probably right. This is going to make all the other sports scandals put together look like a square dance before its over.

I'm fairly jaded on this subject. I think that the quality of most peoples honesty depends on who is watching. I've seen far too many people whose actions are motivated by what others will think of them, not doing the right thing.

Sandusky Rumored to Have Been "Pimping Out Young Boys tor Rich Donors" by Michael Hurley on Thu, Nov 10, 2011 at 6:12PM http://www.nesn.com/2011/11/jerry-sandusky-rumored-to-have-been-pimping-out-young-boys-to-rich-donors-says-mark-madden.html In April, Pittsburgh radio host Mark Madden wrote a story revealing Penn State for much of the cover-up of Jerry Sandusky's alleged child rape that has been exposed in the past week. While it didn't raise many eyebrows back then, six months later it looks to be incredibly accurate. On Thursday morning, just hours after legendary head coach Joe Paterno and university president Graham Spanier were fired by the school's board of trustees, Madden was asked on WEEI's The Dennis and Callahan Show what he believes the next piece of news will be. What he said was twice as shocking as anything that's been released thus far. "I can give you a rumor and I can give you something I think might happen," Madden told John Dennis and Gerry Callahan. "I hear there's a rumor that there will be a more shocking development from the Second Mile Foundation -- and hold on to your stomachs, boys, this is gross, I will use the only language I can -- that Jerry Sandusky and Second Mile were pimping out young boys to rich donors. That was being investigated by two prominent columnists even as I speak." After the news spread, Madden later explained via Twitter why he went public with the rumors. "I normally abhor giving RUMORS credence," Madden wrote. "But whole Sandusky scandal started out as a RUMOR. It gets deeper and more disgusting all the time. One of state's top columnists investigating. That adds credence. I am NOT rumor's original source. [Why does] Sandusky deserve benefit of doubt?" Madden also spoke more definitively on Dennis and Callahan to the cover-up efforts at the school and beyond that he expects will be made public soon. "The other thing I think that may eventually become uncovered, and I talked about this in my original article back in April, is that I think they'll find out that Jerry Sandusky was told that he had to retire in exchange for a cover-up," Madden said. "If you look at the timeline, that makes perfect sense, doesn't it? "My opinion is when Sandusky quit, everybody knew -- not just at Penn State," Madden added. "I think it was a very poorly kept secret about college football in general, and that is why he never coached in college football again and retired at the relatively young age of 55. [That's] young for a coach, certainly." ______________________________ This is the other shoe dropping. A large, nuclear shoe.

So it's like the evil doer terrorists that hate us for our freedom. The ends justify the means as long as a child/children are protected? Damn- that was Hillery's line: it's for the children. Goebbels said that you can pass any law as long as it's for the children. Funny that left and right both know that gag. So... we simply ignore the Constitution and due process so we can hang a pervert? What I'm getting at here is that we've seen this sort of thinking before: the Salem Witch Trials and more recently the detention of terror suspects without due process. We have also seen a lot of innocent people that were ground up and spit out by that process. This is the morality play of our day and congratulations, we all fail. We fail to see that we're being played. We are being force fed a diet of fear and we're swallowing it whole. Fear of terrorists, fear of WMDs, fear of crime, fear of drugs, fear of perverts, fear of climate change, fear of environmental destruction, fear of the oceans dying, fear of asteroids, fear of diseases, etc. ad nausea. With all that fear, what do we give up for security? Do we mind warrent-less wiretaps? How about arrests without probable cause? What about searches based on innuendo? Why don't we all just get a chip implanted in out butt so the government knows where we are and what we're doing at all times? Believe me when I say this: we are building a police state that none of us want to live with. As technology improves, it will only get more repressive. Someday- when its your turn to be questioned, will you have any rights at all? After all you were his neighbor/boss/coworker and he was molesting kids for years. You HAD to notice it. I bet you were his lookout! Off with your head pervert enabler!

You hear that a long time friend is a child molester. You have no first-hand knowledge of it. You don't entirely trust the source of the rumor or their motives. You DO NOT have 20/20 hindsight. The game is not chess. You do not see all of the pieces on the board. "Saying something" could get you sued and destroy a valued relationship. "Saying something" could mean that your long-time friend may face a media circus, a long trial and even if they are found not guilty irrevocable damage to their reputation. It could mean that they spend the rest of their life in prison or get murdered inside. If they get out they are branded a sex offender. Giving him the benefit of a doubt until you have more information also has consequences. Some states have mandatory child abuse reporting laws. Some institutions like boards of education and universities have policies. You could be fired in disgrace even if you follow the rules simply because you didn't "look good". So.. what do you do? It's supposed to be an easy answer until you look at the question very carefully.

This story is an Iceburg. You've only seen one tenth of it. They hope your righteous rage is sated by throwing a few poor slobs to the wolves. You aren't asking the right questions. Yes- the administration completely screwed the pooch on this one. What happened to Ray Gricar? He was the district attorney investigating Sandusky between 2002-2005 who disappeared. There's way more too this than a few administrators and coaches who just sat on the knowledge.

Universities are bureaucracies and bureaucracies have very specific ways of doing thing. They are rigid hierarchies and if you step outside that structure, you lose each and every time. Joe Paterno in his role of football coach was not even authorized to have a press conference without running it up the chain. People seem to think that he was the boss in this situation but it's just not the case. Although Coaches can have a great deal of influence, they are subordinate to the universities administration. Had he gone off half cocked and gone to the press, he would have done so as an individual that was not speaking for the University. Unsanctioned comments and statements have gotten more than a few coaches fired. (Ask Mike Lynch, former very successful coach at Texas Tech). Now- let's have a look at law enforcement: Ray Gricar was the district attorney that was first contacted about this case. He looked into what he had in 1998 and declined to prosecute. However- he did not dismiss Sandusky as a potential predator. He began seriously investigating Sandusky again in 2002 until he mysteriously vanished in 2005. That's what is being lost in this. There were powerful interests around the Penn States football program that had both National Championships and was called "Linebacker U" by professional pundits. This cover up had enough power and reach to make a district attorney disappear. There is much more going on here than meets the eye. I hope that the investigation is through and deep enough get at the truth and not just a few sacrificial individuals thrown under the bus.

I prefer the QAS stereotype to the raging pussy stereotype.

It takes a degree of sophistication in football fans to appreciate a defensive slug out that you don't see outside the SEC. Both of those offensive units have been running up points in a conference that prides itself on the strength of its defense. Until they ran into each other, their ppg averages were in the thirties. Teams like Texas Tech and San Diego State may score a lot of points, but they never see defenses like Alabama or LSU. Period. Both of those defensive units could play on Sundays and still stop people.

All the scandals reminds me of John Milton in the Devil's Advocate: ..until the stench of it reaches so high and far into Heaven... ...it chokes the whole fucking lot of them! Either college football gets a major cleaning or we will see the death of it.

Penn State Scandal http://espn.go.com/college-football/story/_/id/7203559/penn-state-nittany-lions-scandal-stuns-community Say it ain't so Joe.

OK- here's your badly constructed stereotypical network faggotry: the douche buckets from Modern Family Don't get me wrong. I'm not a gay basher. These two dip shits make me want to beat the gay out of them. Tell me they are not exploiting stereotypes to get a cheap laugh and reinforce peoples preexisting prejudices of gay men as fat, drunk and stupid. Drinkie-winkie indeed. What is your major malfunction numb-nutz!? Do you turn into a blithering idiot when the camera turns on or are you just acting like a jackass!?