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  1. Bman says:

    Canadian Club: Go ahead. Pour yourself a stiff one.

  2. Mad Brad says:

    I recognize the hexagonal table to the right and the brazed copper/tin sailing ship on the left, as well as the copper plates on the wall (Faux Brick?).

  3. Mad Brad says:

    Newt Gingrich ROCKED at the Southern Republican Leadership Conference in New Orleans. So did all the speakers. Go watch the on C-Span and you won’t regret it. I’ve been very critical of Newt, especially as far as New York 23 was concerned. He is beginning to redeem himself now.

  4. Bman says:

    I really want to be that guy sitting in the chair. Just for 5-10 minutes tops

  5. notamobster says:

    Bman: She’s in her 60’s by now… Make sure grandma takes her teeth out first.

  6. R.D. Walker says:

    The guy in the chair is, by several orders of magnitude, cooler than the coolest twenty-something alive today.

      RD Walker: Standing athwart history screaming “STOP!”
  7. R.D. Walker says:

    Mystery man.

    What is the 8th most popular web search phrase for the Real Revo last month?

    who is r.d. walker the real revo?

  8. Mad Brad says:

    Andrew Breitbart just blew out the house at the Southern Republican Leadership Conference. The video of his speech will be one for the history books. As soon as it’s available it will be posted here.

    Governor Rick Perry is up next. Catch the live stream at C-Span if you can.

  9. notamobster says:

    Used to be “Felix”, now he’s “#7 with rice”. Context really is everything:

    I knew there was a reason I preferred winter:


  10. R.D. Walker says:

    Busy day. Wrote a political speech for a candidate, cleaned up the yard, mowed the whole property for the first time, put out lawn furniture, smoked a brisket all day, helped brother-in-law put up shelving, fixed a nightstand lamp, played with young son, looked at new house with older son, went to grocery store, made supper and watched a movie with young son.

    Did not blog. Sorry.

  11. slaphappypap says:

    R.D. you need not to apologize for living your life. It’s what we do to keep us sane. Sometimes you just need to get away from the screen.

  12. Nobody says:

    Wow, R.D., reminds me of the old Army slogan, “We do more before 9AM than most people do all day.”

    Or in my case, you probably get more done before 9AM than I did all last week.

  13. Locke n Load says:

    Now THATS a day well spent RD. Nothing to apologize for unless you screwed up the brisket. next time I’m up your way I’ll bring you some unbelievable sauce for ribs.

  14. notamobster says:

    Not-so-busy day here: woke up. went to work. back to hotel. went to fill my bike up. bike wouldn’t start. fixed it. back to hotel. music. watched “we were soldiers”. bed.

    I’d really rather be at home. You’re a blessed man, RD Walker.

  15. Bman says:

    Yesterday wasn’t a very productive Sunday, but I still got my excersize routine in:

    a) 1 sit-up (getting out of bed)
    b) 1 squat thrust (getting off toilet)

    Damned right it was a good day.

  16. R.D. Walker says:


    Click to enlarge

    Here is the article it came from.

  17. notamobster says:

    I’m guessing “Kali” is a she, and by the look of it – “she” is 6 foot 19 inches tall!

  18. Bman says:

    I bet Kali went bananas when she/he saw the fire….


  19. notamobster says:

    Some interesting facts on the funniest thing known to man:

  20. Bman says:

    Think Viagra will ever endorse Tiger Woods? Think the PGA officials were nervous about Tiger being around 18 holes?

  21. R.D. Walker says:

    They took out the camel toe too. No mention of that.

    Actually, I think it is pretty cool of Britney to release the before photo and have it shown next to the after. For the record, she looks great in the before photo. In some ways, better.

    I have a strange soft spot in my heart for this hillbilly girl.

    Here is the article.

  22. Locke n Load says:

    I’ve never been a fan of Brittney but never understood her psychopathic critics either. I hope she’s finally comfortable in her own skin, out of the constant spolight. I prefer the before pics as well. Super polished photos don’t show any humanity..

  23. Bman says:

    I prefer her 30 pounds ago

  24. R.D. Walker says:

    I find it easy to despise almost all pop starlets but, for some reason, I find something about this girl decent. I mean besides the fact that she is every middle aged man’s guilty pleasure.

    I find her music to be unlistenable. I don’t, however, find her videos unwatchable. If I ever meet her in person I won’t recognize her without a big red “MUTE” in front of her.

  25. Locke n Load says:

    bwahahahaha! i wonder if i’d have that same problem with the Cyrus kid?

  26. Bman says:

    The Cyrus kid is like 13…ya sick bastard 😉

  27. R.D. Walker says:

    Yeah, I was going to call Locke on that too.

    Damn man. You have three daughters. Spears is like 28 or something and a MILF to boot.

    You gotta wait for them to become fully ripe dude. 😀

  28. Bman says:

    Yea LnL…stop licking your chops and saying to yourself, “Someday. Someday she will be 18. Ohhh baby, yea.”

  29. Locke n Load says:

    Hey now, i’m bein framed here! First, she’s 17 and second, I try and drive my little girls nuts when she’s on Disney and I hit the mute button when she starts wailing…
    I harbor no lustful intentions towards the young lady, lets be clear. I just can’t stand her music you sick bastards.

  30. Locke n Load says:

    Sheesh. Her achy breaky Dad’s music didn’t really move me either for that matter.

  31. R.D. Walker says:

    Oh damn. Good times. Good times.

    How much younger than you is your wife again?

  32. Bman says:

    Have you “registered” yet LnL? It’s the law ya know…..HAHAHA

  33. Locke n Load says:

    14 years, don’t even get started there 🙂 Yes, I admit it, I have what some might call a trophy wife.
    I’d be more like a booby prize tho. She’s light years out of my league but has poor vision in one eye, ergo, my advantage 😉
    eat yer heart out

    See? obviously of legal age 🙂 And in a hardware store no less…ahhhh yes. My kinda woman.

  34. Bman says:

    No disrespect for saying this LnL…but she’s a hottie. My part-time girlfriend doesn’t even know what a hardware store is….

  35. Locke n Load says:

    No shit Bman. Go figure, the girl that rescues me from myself is gorgeous. What are the odds.

  36. notamobster says:

    Locke: From what I know of the asian ladies, she could be 135 years old and still look that good.

    You definitely got a keeper if she looks like that, like’s the hardware store, cooks (?), cleans (?), raises your babies. Very blessed, Sir.

  37. R.D. Walker says:

    Damn Locke. What ancient ancestral debt did her family owe you? Clearly it was an unfathomable, astronomical sum.

  38. Locke n Load says:

    Remember all that ‘history’ about Britain handing over Hong Kong in 1999? Ha! Now, here’s the rEst of the story…..

  39. Mad Brad says:

    L&L, your ass is grass if the traditional methods of solving disputes between Chinese women becomes the method of negotiation in marriage…

  40. notamobster says:

    Just got this in an email. My apologies to drunken sailors the world over.

  41. slinger says:

    I enjoy many of the musical selections posted on this site, but I thought I would put one in for the younger crowd. This song gets me pumped:

    It is from a band called Muse, and the song’s name is “Uprising”. Check out the lyrics:

    “They will not force us,
    They will stop degrading us,
    They will not control us,
    We will be victorious”

    From the lead singer:

    “I sort of wanted to write a song that summed up that feeling like you’ve been done over by people you’re supposed to trust. That’s kind of where the song’s coming from really.”

  42. notamobster says:

    I don’t no where else to share this but it’s “one of those days” to those who have lost a child…

    IN MY SOLITUDE by:S**** / Nota

    In my solitude,
    I feel so at home.
    In the winter of my soul,
    I have felt so alone.

    I’ve seen the very best,
    which this life has to offer.
    And I’ve been to the depth,
    any human can suffer.

    When my soul is disturbed,
    and my life seems frenetic.
    I return to my safe place,
    where my soul is replenished.

    I do my best to hold my head,
    and carry my load.
    Though I stumble some times,
    on this arduous road.

    I fight the curse, which I have carried,
    Through this journey of life.
    I’ve got my beautiful kids,
    And the most amazing wife.

    I lost sight of what’s important,
    when I put you in the ground.
    Through the grief of losing you,
    I can’t explain the strength I’ve found.

    I have shed so many tears,
    I can’t believe I’m still around.
    But, the joy we find in life,
    Is something deep and so profound.

    That we could never feel it,
    if we hadn’t known the pain.
    We would never feel relief,
    if we hadn’t felt the strain.

    Though the tears I’ve shed are plenty,
    and the joys I’ve felt are few.
    The anguish seems to be the well,
    from which, my strength I drew…

    In my solitude.

  43. notamobster says:

    same here:

    how do you keep it all together,
    when all you can do is cry?
    What words are ever appropriate,
    for expressing such a sad goodbye…

    How does one continue,
    with a life of shattered dreams?
    You never know if you’ve got it in you.
    Until it falls apart at the seams.

    When you feel the magnitude,
    of that fateful blow, within.
    You find out in a moment,
    if you’ve got the will to win.

    Will you survive through the pain?
    No matter what the cost,
    or give in to the hurt.
    And die with what you’ve lost?

    It’s never going to be easy.
    At times you’ll wish to die.
    But these times are the turning point,
    If only, you choose to survive.

    The sadness will overcome you.
    It will seem too much to bear.
    But remember, through the loneliness.
    there are those who care.

    If not a mother or a father,
    Then, a brother or a friend.
    Or seek the comfort of a lover
    or the solitude within.

    Whatever makes you wake each day,
    even through the sorrow.
    Will help you make it through the night,
    and see another tomorrow.

    I have no platitudes to offer,
    I cannot bear your load.
    But, I offer my strength to hold you up.
    On this long and painful road.

    The key to making it through this time.
    Is remembering your life, not to dread.
    But look at each day, like your very last.
    And live today, not the days ahead.

    If you can survive through the nights.
    And I promise they’ll seem longer.
    Each day which does not destroy you.
    Will only make you stronger.

  44. notamobster says:

    yep, a bit more:

    Still the pain persists.
    It’s been 2 years, 5 months, and 19 days.
    Though I struggle onward, to control my tears,
    this pain has yet to fade.

    I’ve swallowed it down,
    such a miserable feast.
    I’ve vanquished it for the moment,
    Though I cannot kill the beast.

    I’ve heard it said so many a time,
    that time shall heal all wounds…
    The man who said this was simple and foolish,
    he never had to lose you.

    Though I turn my grief to thoughts of joy,
    my tears to words that rhyme.
    I cannot agree, that a wound this deep,
    could ever be healed by time.

    There is a fire which burns, ever deep in my soul,
    longing to look in your eyes.
    When I’ll hear your laugh, see your beautiful smile,
    and I never again shall cry.

    We couldn’t cry for our memories, or long for the past,
    or know happy if we hadn’t felt pain.
    But, for this life, both joyous and painful,
    we’re forced to live in today.

    For today is a chance, which we can never have back,
    and so often is taken for granted.
    We should learn from our losses, and live in the moment,
    and thank GOD for a life so enchanted.

  45. notamobster says:

    two more:

    My Wife and Kids

    What was it that kept me,
    When I’d lost my will to fight?
    What sun shone so warmly,
    on the dawn of my longest night?

    What sweet love could not perish,
    but for the end of all that lives?
    That which doth warm my heart,
    The very breath of life, it gives.

    Oh, to long for love…
    Which long suffered to be whole.
    That which offers respite,
    and great comfort to my soul.

    No greater devotion,
    Nor loyalty doth exist.
    No words to adequately express.
    The wonder of this gift…
    My wife and kids.

  46. notamobster says:

    Last one:

    It’s been a while, I’ve lost my smile.
    I’ve given myself, to my demons…for a time.
    I’ve felt great joy, and gut wrenching pain,
    Somewhere in the middle, I thought I’d lose my mind.

    But, it’s always darkest,
    just before dawn…
    I’ve suffered the night,
    and I’ve got to move on.

    I’ve braved through the winter,
    of my true discontent.
    Now, I’m back on the path,
    for the purpose which I was sent.

    I can never forget you,
    like breath you gave me life.
    You gave me purpose and strength,
    when I’d lost my will to fight.

    I thought I’d never recover,
    when your soul was called home.
    I felt the stranglehold of death,
    as it gripped at my soul.

    I thought I’d lost my purpose,
    and my will to survive.
    Then I recalled your beautiful voice,
    saying: “Daddy, please don’t cry.”

    No longer in bondage,
    to the pain of this world.
    You’ve been given new life,
    now you’re God’s little girl.

    The tears they still fall,
    and I’m still saddened that you’re gone.
    Please, remember Daddy loves you.
    And know – your memory lives on.

  47. notamobster says:

    Yeah, it’s one of “those days”….
    Her name was Kaitlyn Mackenize… Kaitlyn McKenzie was intended, but my retard ex-wife spelled it wrong on the birth certificate while I was stuck in that god-forsaken desert(money doesn’t buy intellect), so she wound up with a “unique” name. We planned to change it, but she died before we got the chance.

    She was 3 yrs, 1 mo, and 27 days. She saved me, from me.

    She would be turning 12 on 19JUL10. I miss you Kaity-lady………

  48. John B. says:

    I pray God gives you comfort tonight.

  49. Locke n Load says:

    Ah man Nota, I can’t even imagine… she knows you care though. I’d bet she watches over you.

  50. Locke n Load says:

    Slinger, gotta love that odd song. I tried to point it out to Brad when were at the bar and even posted it on the last off topic thread..My version had a bunch of mini skirted Santas dancin along with the band,lol.

  51. slaphappypap says:

    It’s quarter to midnight. I need cognac bad. I gotta raid my liquor cabinet.

  52. Greg says:

    Dang… now my own ghosts come drifting by… slap, pass me one of them cognac’s.

  53. notamobster says:

    I put those up so someone would have to think about my daughter. Last night was particularly bad. A line from a song I was listening to triggered the break-down and subsequent, uncontrollable sobbing.

    It only happens once or twice a year anymore, which is good. Sorry, if it bothered anyone, but sometimes it seems like no one remembers my little girl, and it hurts to think that people would forget such a wonderful, energetic, little bundle of joy.

    Anyway…thanks for tolerating my shenanigans and letting me thrust my problems onto unsuspecting readers.

  54. R.D. Walker says:

    Brother, if you can’t engage in that sort of thing here, we might as well shut this site down. You are good.

  55. MadBrad says:

    Never a bother.

  56. slaphappypap says:

    Once in awhile I see my Grandpa while I’m in between being awake and sleeping. It’s been since the fourth grade since he’s been gone. He was my best friend and taught me things faster then anyone else could. His math skills were impeccable and his wit just as smooth. His impact on my life was so huge in the little time I knew him. I miss the stories and the crossword puzzles he did in ink. And the constant talking about Notre Dame Football. I think the man did everything. Canned fruit/veggies,made homemade peanut butter,cooked everything,fought in the pacific, worked in a steel mill, worked in a warehouse, told jokes and helped me learn. So he’s here. He’s here somewhere.

  57. notamobster says:

    Man, Slap: Sounds like a good man. I spent a year sitting with mine in the morning waiting for the bus.

    He was a Marine in the Pacific, a cop, a stone mason (as a second job), a baseball player (turned down the Cleveland Indians because police work was a better way to support a family….can you imagine) and a good, honorable man. I learned so much (much of it – stuff my Dad would’ve preferred I didn’t learn) from him in that brief period. Hmm.

    I’ve experienced that same thing in the gap between asleep and awake. Thank you.

  58. slaphappypap says:

    Nota, My Grandfather also a baseball player. Played AAA ball in Northwest Indiana. Then WW2 came. No more baseball. When I was young we all were in South Bend for a Notre Dame Game. My Dad, me and my Grandfather. This older man that was about my Grandpa’s age came up to him and said: You were the toughest ball player I ever saw. It was Elmer Layden. He was one of the Four Horsemen of Notre Dame. He said they played baseball against them in some tournament in South Bend. My Grandfather was so humble with himself. He didn’t even know who the man was. He just did his job. Imagine that.

  59. R.D. Walker says:

    You guys are lucky. I never had a grandfather. My father’s father was killed in action on Okinawa 65 years ago this week. I have a copy of a letter to his sister he wrote the day before he was killed. In it, he spoke of my then two-year-old father whom he had never seen, being in battle for three straight years and made a promise to never miss Mass again. He was killed by machine-gun fire leading his squad up a ridge the next day.

    When my mother was ten years old her father had a bad headache. She kissed him goodbye one morning and went to school. When she came home from school her parents were not there. The neighbor – Mrs. Novak – was at the house to meet my mother and her sisters. Their father had died suddenly of a brain tumor.

  60. notamobster says:

    Wow. It gives one pause – and renewed perspective on life, sacrifice, and the ephemeral nature of it all – to read these stories.

    I’m so glad we are to be able to share these things.

  61. notamobster says:

    As an “off topic” aside:

    Does anyone have any idea how to cancel a bid on E-Bay?

    I put in a bid for a “Mickey Mouse Outfit” and now it seems I’m only six minutes away from buying the entire Obama Administration!

  62. Bman says:

    Cant help ya there nota…but it’s probably too late anyway.

    Anybody have any thoughts on the USS Eldridge and its involvement in the so called Philadelphia Experiment? Watch a documentry about it last night. Ive known about it but it sure is erie. Anyone have any thoughts about it?

  63. Locke n Load says:

    Ha! Looks like the little girl took this jackass to town…

    You MUST read this to understand…

  64. notamobster says:


  65. notamobster says:

    Check out this sweet Pirate AR:

    Safe: Parley

    Fire: Arghh

    Full Auto: Plunder

  66. Jim 22 says:


    Only song Billy Ray Cyrus ever did that was cool:

    “Hired the neighbor’s son to cut our grass,
    Gave him cold ice tea and a piece of ….pie”

  67. Locke n Load says:

    Omg Nota, I finally opened that pic up and got a better look at the AR. Priceless.

    Jim, I’ll have a look at the video 🙂 I like the guy but his music was always so…commercial. Ha! How about that, he wrote a honky tonk tune!

    Ok, here’s a REAL honky tonk player. Top this tune 🙂

  68. sortahwitte says:

    I miss my grandfather too. He taught me what a honey wagon was. A big tank on wheels full of human shit. A big thing in europe. He went to France in WWI(the war to end all wars) as a blacksmith. He learned his trade at the oil strike at Spindletop. In France, he shoed the horses and mules that pulled the big cannons and supply wagons. He was covered in mustard gas twice. Probably why he died at 65. His lungs were gone. Don’t forget how much older I am than most of you kids. I still think of him often with both pride and sadness.

  69. notamobster says:

    How to fail as a parent (this, from Yahoo! Answers):

  70. Locke n Load says:

    father of the year man, father of the YEAR

  71. R.D. Walker says:

    C’mon Locke. They don’t know what good music is!

  72. Locke n Load says:

    What, didnt like that one? Should I go fishing for more?
    OK then, one suited to Brad and Nota, another TX honky tonk instant classic…

  73. R.D. Walker says:

    No, no, no… That was one of the grievances of the bad father in Nota’s post.

  74. Locke n Load says:

    I betcha Bman likes this one. This blonde has a fantastic set 🙂 She can knock out a tune or two as well.

  75. Locke n Load says:

    Oh yeah, roflmao. Sorry, hard to keep up at 75 mph!

    Enjoy the tunes just the same.