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Tonight we have a very special treat coming our way from 1976. I thought about finding a really nice blaxploitation flick. Then I thought about finding a really bad science fiction movie. Then Doctor Funkenstein took control of my movie selection thought process for the evening, directing me to a fusion of wildness the likes of which has never been duplicated.

Parliament rocks…

Little did this lady know in 2008 when she voted for Barack Obama that she helped to insure the death of her Son.

Tonight I feel like something special is in order. A good movie on a Friday night is always an enjoyable thing but a bad movie is many times more enjoyable. A REALLY bad one can be hundreds of times more enjoyable. Just when I think that maybe I’ve seen the worst, I know in my heart that there is one that is worse yet out there, waiting to be seen.

This one is pretty bad though. I find it incredible that this movie was made in 1989 and somehow I did not know of it until recently. Why did I have to go this long without having the experience of viewing this masterpiece? I think of all the dates I could have shared this with and it makes me sad that they had to miss out. It’s not as bad as the movie that inspired really, really stupid people to get these horrific tattoos put on their bodies. Once you have seen that movie, you will be able to say that you’ve seen the worst movie ever made .

Nonetheless, our featured presentation this evening is a really bad movie. It has everything anyone could want in a really bad movie. This is one that is worthy of 85 minutes of your time. I like the way it takes you straight to the action.

I’ve heard it said that we should remember out Mother on Mother’s Day because we are the reason she drinks. As the movie clearly demonstrates, Mom’s gotta eat too.

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This weekend I had the pleasure of celebrating a family member who just graduated from the University of Central Florida with a Bachelor of Science Degree in Finance. The big celebration was held at one of the banquet areas of the local Greyhound Racing Track. The party had a Kentucky Derby theme and the banquet area was loaded with big screen TVs with a live feed to the Kentucky Derby. I thought it was rather appropriate given that the young man who we were celebrating now has a degree in gambling.

The horse that seemed to be favored to win was named Revolutionary. Of course that’s what the media wanted everybody to believe but it didn’t matter to me. I certainly didn’t intend to bet on a horse with a name that might be associated with Communism. I didn’t really intend to gamble at all but I felt duty bound to put some money on the horse named Normandy Invasion. That turned out to be my “Gateway Bet” that lead to other betting. Horse with names like “Will Take Charge” and “Lines of Battle” were sucking me in. I put some money on “Overanalyze”. I ended up making eight bets in all and though Normandy Invasion was leading the race at a moment when many winners make their move, he couldn’t hang on to the lead. Not a single one of my win, place or show bets came in. Few people can be that unlucky.

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No lover of Blaxploitation Films has a library that is devoid of our feature presentation tonight. I could come here each Friday night with a full length presentation that could introduce the audience to an array of black super heroes of the 70′s and don’t think I won’t do it. In our cinematic masterpiece this evening we get many of them in this single film. Only the names have been changed to protect the guilty but the characters are true to the legends that created them. As such you are given fair warning that this movie is intended for mature audiences only. Obviously, if you are a lover of Blaxploitation Films then you are automatically considered a mature audience member.

He’s black. He’s dynamite. He’s Black Dynamite !!!

… and completely within the realm of likelihood of being true.

Has anyone really thought out a plan of action for a deadly mass infection?

So Barack Obama and Vladmir Putin are chatting it up on the phone today and thus far we’ve heard that he was very complimentary over the assistance that has been rendered to U.S. Law Enforcement in the wake of the Boston Marathon Bombing. Good stuff and yet another example of failure on our part. Nonetheless, everything is pleasant and there is a new pledge to work together more closely to combat Islamic terrorists.

Meanwhile in Syria, chemical weapons have been used by the Assad Government, Al Qaeda is waiting in the wings to get their hands on the Syrian stockpile of chemical weapons in the event of the collapse of the Assad Government. Now there is a report of surface to air missile attack against a Russian passenger aircraft.

Any theories on how the conversation really went?

That’s what Drudge calls it…

Shock Poll… Really?

It would be far more shocking for me if the poll results were anything else but what is shocking anymore, after all?

I first encountered him in 1979 on the WQIK Top Nine at Nine. There is no karaoke event that I participate in to any respectable degree, that is devoid of the songs of my favorite country music singer. I cannot help but to go there and I go there in degrees. You really have to have your mind just right to do some Possum proper. If you are, people tend to get to the dance floor. Pour yourself the drink of your choice and have one as a toast to the memory of a man of many struggles.

I couldn’t get enough of him. His music helped many a man through hard times…

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When I find something worth sharing, it’s good to be able to give the never ending fountain of freaky photos a break, if just for a week.

Hat Tip to Retronaut!

I really tried to come up with a better title for this publication. I tried coming up with something cute, the likes of which I’m known for. Unfortunately my imagination fails me on expressing anything other than the simple Truth.

Many of our readers and those who take the time to comment here, in fact MOST of us have in some way felt threatened by our government for various reasons. In the news story that follows, you may find yet another reason, should the shoe fit. I hate watching History repeat itself, especially when the outcome involves a lot of suffering. That is something that we have all been doing here and it’s an awful feeling to have to experience on a daily basis.

Christians are recognized by the U.S. Military to be engaged in the production of “Hostile Content” pursuant to their exercise of their 1st Amendment Rights in obedience to the Commission of Almighty God. – Read about it HERE

MANY cry Peace, PEACE but there is no Peace. Let he who has no sword sell his garment and buy one. You will need it when God renders the U.S. Military incapable of accomplishing its Mission to defend us from our Enemies.

I don’t know what it is either. I’ve seen it on Drudge and in different news stories here and there. It’s obviously an expression of modern impressionistic artistry. The more you look at it, the more you see things…

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When the current National Disaster began in 2008 I cried. I wasn’t alone. We knew where this was headed. As for me, I knew that I had hard times ahead of me. In fact, I imagined things getting much worse than anything I’ve experienced thus far at this point in the disaster and I imagined it having gotten that way long before now.

Now ask yourself how healthy that is. I’ve spent most of my life worrying about things. I think it’s something a kid from a broken home learns to do at an early age. It has adversely impacted my health and many of my relationships. Under the influence of heavy anxiety I’ve made some pretty bad decisions and I’ve nearly worried myself to Death a time or two. There are even cases where it has cost a person their Soul.

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You may say no…

… but it’s still pretty funny.

Go ahead, laugh, get it out of your system and then realize that you are probably as retarded as I am.

Happy Freaky Friday!

This story comes to me by way of a friend of mine who once managed a cell phone store for a major communication company. The story took place in recent years, though I do not know when exactly. I thought it fitting to share it with you this Tax Day.

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There can be no wondering why this Mayor wanted a disarmed populace.

Yet another example of why a firearm can be instrumental in resisting unlawful governmental intrusion

He should be very happy in his new surroundings.

I know that everyone here has been patiently waiting for me to present yet another cinematic classic from my all-time favorites list. I don’t think this movie needs much on an introduction. The title speaks for itself. Before we even get into the heart of the plot we have a fascinating lead-in regarding world events. I shant delay your viewing pleasure any longer with my inane ramblings.

Ladies and Gentleman I present to you… Zombie Strippers!

I met Chris Reed after a Sunday night Church Service this past September. He stood out to me in a crowd of people. He looked like an older version of Lou Diamond Phillips but it was his smile and that sparkle in his eye that made him stand out. When you looked at him you couldn’t help but smile right back at him. Before I even knew his name I stuck out my hand to shake his.

In his other hand he held a little tri-fold brochure about the Celebrate Recovery program at the Church. This was something I had become interested in during the morning service when the video testimony of a guy named David Escobar was played. At that time the only places I felt any Peace was at my Mother’s house and at Church. Strangely enough I really felt a little out of place at Church. I’ve been a very bad boy and in my mind Church folks don’t mix very well with bad boys. In the mind of a lot of Church folks, they SHOULD’T be mixing with any bad boys in spite of the fact that to great commission given by Jesus Christ commands them to do exactly that. Knowing that I’ve been a very bad boy and recognizing that the name “Escobar” is one of the ultimate bad boy names, I started thinking that I might just fit in at Celebrate Recovery. Their meetings gave me another night of the week that I could be in the house of God and feel the Peace that I so desperately need in my life. When Chris walked up, shook my hand and gave me that brochure, I knew that God had made a divine appointment for me and that I had better show up. So I did.

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“I can see two Churches from from my front porch, two more from the street corner, two more are just around the corner, there’s a big one just out of sight and one much bigger still just over the bridge but all the while the world around me seems to be going straight to Hell”.

How does that happen?

The answer is simple and it’s right in front of our faces.

There is a failure to communicate.

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For Christians and probably a lot of non-Christians, Holy Week is a time of contemplation and introspection. Whether you are a believer or not you are probably intelligent enough to realize that the Death and Resurrection of Jesus Christ changed the world. You don’t have to even believe the story to be able to recognize that fact. That alone is enough to make just about anyone who knows even a little bit about the events of Holy Week a bit more contemplative of the bigger lifelong questions about what life here on Earth is all about.

It was a on a Saturday evening a couple of weeks ago that some of my friends and I were sitting outside just after sundown, discussing things…

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