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  1. Uke says:

    “God… has a hard-on for marines… because we kill everything we see.”

    Great clip from a great movie. :D

    ***

    By the way, I have a sort of announcement to make.
    I think I’m in love.

    http://www.ratebeer.com/beer/millys-tavern-bos-scotch-ale/14097/

    Discovered this brew last night. It’s called “Bo’s Scotch Ale.”

    Not only is it seemingly named after me, but it’s delicious in its own right. It’s very dark brown, heavy ale, great white foamy head that holds, has a remarkably high ABV compared to pretty much anything else you can get in America, and is laced with freaking delicious caramel without actually overdoing the sweetness.

    It’s, quite simply, about the closest thing to ambrosia that exists.

  2. notamobster says:

    Another pictured rocks photo from my hike last summer…can’t wait to go again:

  3. notamobster says:

    Funny shit:

  4. R.D. Walker says:

    I haven’t gone turkey hunting for five years. Suddenly I feel like going for some reason.

  5. notamobster says:

    The idea would definitely get me up in the morning.

  6. Uke says:

    Hilarious vid Nota. Definitely sending that one along.

  7. notamobster says:

    I asked Mrs Nota if she’d let me take a job (a friend sent me) in Kabul as an Embassy Security ERT Supervisory Officer (emergency response team) which I am more than qualified for, and she said no. I told her it’s 110k/yr with 82K tax-free – she said “how long would you be gone?”

    I told her it’s a 9 weeks on – 3 weeks off position . . . she actually thought about it. She said she could do it, but we’d have to move back to Texas. And so . . . I won’t be going to work in Afghanistan. I told her: “I’m not going back over there and coming back to visit TEXAS!”

    Thus my illustrious private security career has ended, before it began. Maybe I can get on with ObamaForce 2012…

  8. Uke says:

    “JUST as large, JUST as powerful, and JUST as well funded as the US Military…”

    :-/

  9. notamobster says:

    Gubmint jobs, baby…..it’s the wave of the future!

    Maybe I can get me a sweet gig terrorizing self-proclaimed tea-baggers. Or – possibly, smacking stupid people… whatever.

  10. Locke n Load says:

    Nota- I’ll take that as a slight on Texas weather since I know you’re certifiably nuts in your need for WINTER and frostbite. Just the same, did you really want to be the guy loading the last helicopter out when Obama fucks it up so bad we HAVE to bail?

  11. BrunDawg says:

    Chicago Mayoral candidate James T. Meeks is retracting a comment made earlier this week;
    “The word ‘minority,’ from our standpoint, should mean ‘African-American,'” Meeks said Wednesday on WVON-AM 1690. “I don’t think women, Asians and Hispanics should be able to use that title.”

  12. R.D. Walker says:

    That doesn’t surprise me a bit, BrunDawg. In fairness, I agree with him regarding women inasmuch as they are actually the majority. The rest is just this clown trying to seize control of a word and the swag that comes with it.

  13. notamobster says:

    Just another case of glaring hypocrisy on the left. Not very Godly behavior for a “man of the cloth”. Everyone knows he’s a scumbag, I just like pointing it out.

  14. Locke n Load says:

    Crap like this makes my head swim. It’s a natural extension of the Leviathan’s nonspecific reach and unthinking, unblinking excercise of authority. Government can be faceless as it wrecks havoc on the rules of common and uncommon decency but it can also be quite ‘in your face’. And while we may have difficulty tracing back the roots of vague assertions of power, we are bound by community and common sense to call out and demand action against the most obvious when we see them. This folks, is exactly such a case. People like this have NO business being anywhere near a position of power. Period. Do you think the offenders in this story even knew they might be breaking a law? Would anyone? As screwed up as this “officer’s” actions seem its only a small example of how we can all get trapped by the same thing: unanticipated, nonsensical, overreaching, overbearing regulation. Again, the fenceposts are already in place but sometimes it takes is a bureaucratic Barney Fife to point out the chicken wire is as well.

    http://baltimore.cbslocal.com/2010/12/17/good-samaritans-face-fine-after-rescuing-deer-from-icy-water/

    Yeah, I might have posted this main page but ya know what? I have no I idea how to get the embed code for Flash movies,lol.

  15. Uke says:

    New temporary IP I’m posting from for about a month. Do not be alarmed, RD.

    Afternoon folks.

  16. R.D. Walker says:

    Revo writers: Get your 2011 predictions ready for posting between Christmas and New Year.

  17. notamobster says:

    I just made an incredible dinner for my wife (we let the kids eat, too)

    Slow cooked prime rib

    wild & long grain rice

    Julienne carrots in brine

    Roasted rosemary & thyme potatoes

    Sweet potatoes roasted in butter, bacon, & red onion

    Arugula & seasonal petite greens salad w/ balsamic & parmesan

    Hawaiian rolls

  18. R.D. Walker says:

    Damn. Good work man. Sounds good. Whatever you did that put you in the doghouse, that should get you out.

  19. notamobster says:

    :-)

    Her b-day was the 10th. She had a long-scheduled girls night that night so I made dinner for her today.

  20. R.D. Walker says:

    Very good.

    By the way, Merry Christmas, Nota. I am working on making the hyperlinks more visible so you don’t have to do it manually. I just wish I could figure out how to do it for the body but not the titles.

  21. notamobster says:

    Merry Christmas, to you to, Sir.

    Did you change the font? The writing looks more crisp… maybe I’m just seeing things.

  22. R.D. Walker says:

    Yeah, I am fooling around. How about if we leave the hyperlinks the same color but make them all bold like they are now?

  23. sortahwitte says:

    Nota! son, you done flung another craving on me. And I’m trying so hard to be good. I have got to eat better and less of it. Mrs. witte and Mr/Doc cardio have spoken. I bet I could have stood outside your window and slowly brought 2 slices of white bread together and had a feast, I say a feast!

  24. TN-cat says:

    Me thinks Mr and Mrs Nota are going to melt some of that snow off the roof tonight.

  25. notamobster says:

    Feelgood video of the day:

    Pay attention at the :25 second mark.

  26. sortahwitte says:

    So, is there some kind of bag limit? Why weren’t all of them shot? They acted like some kind of herd animals. Just stood around and waited for the next shot. Just shoot’em!

  27. Jim22 says:

    A woman from Los Angeles who was a tree hugger, a Democrat, and an anti-hunter, purchased a piece of timberland near Colville , WA .

    There was a large tree on one of the highest points in the tract. She wanted a good view of the natural splendor of her land so she started to climb the big tree. As she neared the top she encountered a spotted owl that attacked her.

    In her haste to escape, the woman slid down the tree to the ground and got many splinters in her crotch.

    In considerable pain, she hurried to Mt. Carmel ER to see a doctor. She told him she was an environmentalist, a democrat, and an anti-hunter and how she came to
    get all the splinters. The doctor listened to her story with great patience and then told her to go wait in the examining room and he would see if he could help her.

    She sat and waited three hours before the doctor reappeared. The angry woman demanded, “What took you so long?” He smiled and then told her, “Well, I had to get permits from the Environmental Protection Agency , the Forest Service , and the Bureau of Land Management before I could remove old-growth timber from a recreational area. I’m sorry, but due to Obama Care, they turned me down.”

  28. Locke n Load says:

    Daaaaaaamn Jim, I like it, roflmao

  29. Locke n Load says:

    Nota, ya know what just freaks me out every time I see a vid like that? The shitheads CELEBRATE their dufus comrades deaths! Those rats have been corrupted to the core. What redeeming qualities are left in a soul so badly infected? It really is a cult of death.

  30. R.D. Walker says:

    I think I saw that video elsewhere and the description was that the bullet catcher was a Fatah militant and the shooter was Hamas “police.”

  31. notamobster says:

    RD – that would make it even sweeter. One radical killing another? Good times.

  32. Jim22 says:

    In the spirit of the USMC:

    Plantation, Florida:

    Last week police were called to investigate an attempted armed robbery: The 71-year-old retired Marine who opened fire on two robbers at a Plantation, Florida, Subway shop late Wednesday, killing one and critically wounding the other, is described as John Lovell, a former helicopter pilot for two presidents. He doesn’t drink, he doesn’t smoke, and he works out every day. Mr.. Lovell was a man of action Wednesday night.

    According to Plantation police, two masked gunmen came into the Subway at 1949 N. Pine Rd. just after 11 p.m. There was a lone diner, Mr. Lovell, who was finishing his meal. After robbing the cashier, the two men attempted to shove Mr. Lovell into a bathroom and rob him as well. They got his money, but then Mr. Lovell pulled his handgun and opened fire. He shot one of the thieves in the head and chest and the other in the head.

    When police arrived, they found one of the men in the shop, K-9 Units found the other in the bushes of a nearby business. They also found cash strewn around the front of the sandwich shop according to Detective Robert Rettig of the Plantation Police Department..

    Both men were taken to the Broward General Medical Center , where one, Donicio Arrindell, 22, of North Lauderdale died. The other, 21-year-old Frederick Gadson of Fort Lauderdale is in critical but stable condition.

    Mr. Lovell was a pilot in the Marine Corps, flying former Presidents John F. Kennedy and Lyndon B. Johnson. He later worked as a pilot for Pan Am and Delta Airlines.

    He is not expected to be charged authorities said. ”He was in fear for his life,” Detective Rettig said, “These criminals ought to realize that most men in their 70’s have military backgrounds and aren’t intimidated by idiots.”

    Something tells me this old Marine wasn’t ‘in fear for his life’, even though his life was definitely at risk. The only thing he could be charged with is participating in an unfair fight. One 71- year young Marine against two punks. Two head shots and one center body mass shot.

    Outstanding shooting! That’ll teach them not to get between a Marine and his meal.

    Florida law allows eligible citizens to carry a concealed weapon. Don’t you just love a story with a happy ending?

  33. MadBrad says:

    I just want to say how much I love the new Revo banner graphic. That is a true masterpiece RD.

  34. R.D. Walker says:

    Thank you, Brad. Of course we will return to the standard banner after Christmas.

  35. notamobster says:

    I have to say that there is nothing as uniquely satisfying as buttered toast.

    I just had some with apple butter on it (I love me some apple butter) but it didn’t seem to add to the wonderfullishness of the buttered toast by itself.

  36. notamobster says:

    That was funny. Thanks. :-)

  37. Locke n Load says:

    20’x 100′ Christams display in front of city hall and across street a 20’x 40′ christmas light creche….

    welcome to Pharr Tx where PC stands for “Por Christo”

  38. notamobster says:

    I received my copy of “Class” today from http://www.paperbackswap.com

    I’ll have it read in a day or so and let everyone know if RD and Locke are full of shit or not. :-)

  39. Locke n Load says:

    you won’t be disappointed buddy. 2 thumbs WAY up. and thx for the headsup on the book swap site!

  40. Locke n Load says:

    RD, that Yay Toast! video almost had me in tears. perfect silliness. reminded me of Cows with Guns

  41. notamobster says:

    heeheehee – always fun!

  42. R.D. Walker says:

    What’s going on in NoDak Bman? Long, cold winters?

  43. Locke n Load says:

    ??!! Mississippi I understand but UTAH??

  44. TN-cat says:

    Those videos are hilarious. I love this site.

  45. R.D. Walker says:

    I am guessing that anywhere porn shops are illegal, Internet porn increases. That would explain Utah.

  46. notamobster says:

    American Lake Disabled Vet Golf & Country Club. Very Nice.

  47. R.D. Walker says:

    Nothing surprises me anymore.

    It’s hard to keep track these days of what ¨shows disregard to the feelings of Muslims.” Consider the case of the student at the Menéndez Tolosa school in Cadiz who this week asked his geography teacher to stop discussing ham in class because it was disrespctful to him as a Muslim. It should be noted that the teacher, José Reyes Fernández, was not mocking the Koran’s prohibition against eating ham. What was so offensive to the student was Fernández’s use of the Granada town of Trevélez as an example of a cold moutain climate conducive to the curings of hams.

    Fernández’s explanation to the student that he did not consider his pupils’ religious beliefs when creating his lesson plans apparently did not pass muster. The student’s parents immediately filed a complaint against the teacher with the National Police for psychological ill-treatment due to xenophobia and racism.

  48. notamobster says:

    I’m back in a good mood and you’re not gonna screw it up Mr Badnewsyguy.

    hmmmm….

  49. Bman says:

    I just realized that today is the winter solstice which is great news in my opinion. After today, more daylight and less darkness. Summer is just around the corner.

  50. Van-a-gram says:

    I always remember that today is the winter solstice because it is my father’s birthday. He always ‘complained’ because his birthday was too close to Christmas and the shortest day of the year!

    (R.I.P. ‘Moose’ the Marine, you would have turned 83 today…)

    Semper Fi

  51. Jim22 says:

    This is what Christmas is all about…

    Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those who squandered their means and then never had enough for the necessities. But for those who were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors. It was from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not from
    receiving.

    It was Christmas Eve 1881. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn’t been enough money to buy me the rifle that I’d wanted for Christmas. We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we
    could read in the Bible.

    After supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old Bible.

    I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn’t in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Pa didn’t get the Bible, instead he bundled up again
    and went outside. I couldn’t figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn’t worry about it long though, I was too busy wallowing in self-pity. Soon Pa came back in.

    It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his beard. “Come on, Matt,” he said. “Bundle up good, it’s cold out tonight.” I was really upset then. Not only wasn’t I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see. We’d already done all the chores, and I couldn’t think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this. But I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one’s feet when he’d told them to do something, so I got up and put my boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens.

    Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up, but I didn’t know what..

    Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were going to do wasn’t going to be a short, quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up this sled unless we were going to haul a big load. Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me. I wasn’t happy.

    When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed. “I think we’ll put on the high sideboards,” he said. “Here, help me.” The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high side boards on.

    After we had exchanged the sideboards, Pa went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood – the wood I’d spent all summer hauling down
    from the mountain, and then all fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing?

    Finally I said something. “Pa,” I asked, “what are you doing?” “You been by the Widow Jensen’s lately?” he asked. The Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I’d been by, but so what? Yeah,” I said, “Why?”

    “I rode by just today,” Pa said. “Little Jakey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They’re out of wood, Matt.” That was all he said and then he turned and went back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him. We loaded the sled so high that I
    began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it.

    Finally, Pa called a halt to our loading, then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put them
    in the sled and wait. When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand. “What’s in the little sack?” I asked. Shoes, they’re out of shoes. Little Jakey just had gunny sacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning.

    I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn’t be Christmas without a little candy.”

    We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen’s pretty much in silence. I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn’t have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw into blocks
    and split before we could use it.

    We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn’t have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy? Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us; it shouldn’t have been our concern.

    We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the wood as quietly as possible, then we took the meat and flour and shoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, “Who is it?” “Lucas Miles, Ma’am, and my son, Matt, could we come in for a
    bit?” Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp.

    “We brought you a few things, Ma’am,” Pa said and set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table. Then Pa handed her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at a time. There was a pair for her and one for each of the children – sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. I watched her carefully.

    She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it wouldn’t come out.

    “We brought a load of wood too, Ma’am,” Pa said. He turned to me and said, “Matt, go bring in enough to last awhile. Let’s get that fire up to size and heat this place up.” I wasn’t the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood.

    I had a big lump in my throat and as much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my eyes too. In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled around the fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks with so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn’t speak.

    My heart swelled within me and a joy that I’d never known before, filled my soul. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people.

    I soon had the fire blazing and everyone’s spirits soared. The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy and Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn’t crossed her face for a long time.

    She finally turned to us. “God bless you,” she said. “I know the Lord has sent you. The children and I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to spare us.”

    In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled up in my eyes again. I’d never thought of Pa in those exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it I could see that it was probably true. I
    was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked the earth.

    I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it.
    Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he was on an errand for the Lord that the Lord would make
    sure he got the right sizes.

    Tears were running down Widow Jensen’s face again when we stood up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn’t want us to go. I could see that they missed their Pa, and I was glad that I still had mine.

    At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, “The missus wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We’ll be by to get you about eleven. It’ll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here, hasn’t been little for quite a spell.”

    I was the youngest. My two
    brothers and two sisters had all married and had moved away. Widow Jensen nodded and said, “Thank you, Brother Miles. I don’t have to
    say, May the Lord bless you, I know for certain that He will.”

    Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within and I didn’t even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and said, “Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn’t have quite enough. Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things square. Your ma and me were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just that,but on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunny sacks and I knew what I had to do.

    Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand.” I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it. Now the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa had given me a lot more. He had given me the look on Widow Jensen’s face and the radiant smiles of her three children.

    For the rest of my life, whenever I saw any of the Jensens, or split a
    block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night. Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night, he had given me the best Christmas of my life.

  52. TN-cat says:

    Thank you Jim.

  53. notamobster says:

    That’s an amazing story, Jim. Thanks.

  54. Bman says:

    So I was drinkin’ Pabst tonite and listening to Marty Robbins. Love the guy. No one has better ballads than he. Every Revoista needs to get in touch with his music in my opinion. Anywho, when this song played, I thought of you Nota. I’ve noticed in several posts and comments that youve wrote about how much you despise bullies. Well friend, this song is for you.

  55. Bman says:

    Im in Marty Robbins mode. Here’s two of my favorites. Ballads of two sides of the War for Texas Independence. One personal, one somewhat fact based.

  56. notamobster says:

    Thanks Bman! It is true, I f-king hate bullies.

    The Ballad of Alamo is a phenomenal song. It inspires the listener with the courage of the men enshrined throughout the State of Texas. They sure are some proud people.

  57. MadBrad says:

    Jim, that kid in the story ain’t the only one with tears in his eyes. May God bless you and yours the Christmas. May God bless all here on the Revo and may we all be a blessing to the people God sends our way in need of help.

  58. Van-a-gram says:

    Wikileaks Task Force just announced by CIA…abbreviated to….WTF.

    Seriously. Perfect.

  59. TN-cat says:

    Just heard a tweeter report that Chavez, with help from the Cuban army and Hezbollah are taking the dairy farms by force. 47 so far. Have to keep an eye open. If true this could be civil war starting down there.

  60. notamobster says:

    The chance of Venezuelan civil war is slim, slim, slim…the proles aren’t allowed to own guns.

    Coincidentally, that’s what makes Amendment the 2d, priority numero uno!

  61. R.D. Walker says:

    The lyrics make more sense than I recall.

  62. TN-cat says:

    Where the hell do you find these. That was great! Haven’t laughed that hard in a long time.

  63. notamobster says:

    I didn’t get it. Here is a touchstone for those who are under 50:

    Smiley !!!!!

  64. R.D. Walker says:

    Christ, Nota, it is Men Without Hats, not the Glen Miller Band.

  65. notamobster says:

    Touche, Sir. Touche.

  66. TN-cat says:

    Yeah Nota, I think you would have to have lived through the early MTV years to understand just how horrible those videos were. At the time they were amazing but compared to what they evolved into they now seem so lame. The first music video I remember seeing was a song called “Mickey “. Google it and watch. Remember that at the time this was the best and there was no better.

  67. Bman says:

    I think this video pretty much sums up the 80s: Gay.

  68. BrunDawg says:

    From the New York Times 12/22/10;
    “Good work, White House! Thank heavens we got rid of our former president, Barack Obama, who couldn’t even get the trade agreement he went all the way to South Korea to sign.”

    Almost fell out of my chair until they ushered in The New Barack. Thought Christmas came early. They’re remaking him.

  69. jacksonsdad says:

    Quite possibly the biggest disparity ever achieved between AWESOME SONG and TOTALLY GAY VIDEO….

  70. notamobster says:

    JD – Absolutely right, super song. Totally gay video.

    _____________________

    I got this Christmas card from a friend:

  71. notamobster says:

    Top Gun if it had been made after the repeal of DADT:

  72. sortahwitte says:

    I liked the Glenn Miller Band before they became famous. And I voted for them.

  73. notamobster says:

    Christmas comes early for potheads, via Pat Robertson (???):

  74. Bman says:

    When I think of Christmas, one of the things that comes to mind are the artists who sing the wonderful sounds of yuletide happiness and help bring back the memories of christmases long ago. Andy Williams. Johnny Mathis. Lori Line. Mannheim Steamroller. These artists, in my opinion, capture the spirit of Christmas through song. Of course, it just wouldn’t do Christmas justice not to mention the much acclaimed Run DMC.

  75. notamobster says:

    I’m off to a family Christmas party (adults only). Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

  76. R.D. Walker says:

    A graduate of the MadBrad School of Dating and Female Management demonstrating what he has learned.

  77. MadBrad says:

    Truly, HE is a Masterpiece. First of all, the name calling thing is absolutely for amateurs but if you’re an amateur you should master the quick but forceful recovery. This is a classic display of juvenile Jedi Mind Trick but HEY, he’s at least mastered it. He’s good even if he’s a dickhead.Then again in order to BE good you MUST be a dickhead.

    It’s a vicious thing. The dark arts are not to be trifled with. Eventually the Piper demands payment in full.

  78. MadBrad says:

    I’m sitting here wrapping my Mothers Christmas present. Well, one of them. It’s something every Mother probably wants. The movie “Restrepo” on DVD. Mom loves war movies, ESPECIALLY ones that feature Paratroopers.

    Tomorrow we pick up her very own 12 Gauge Pump Shotgun. It’s a nice Mossberg 500, parkerized finish, tactical model with full stock. A 300+ pounder tried to kick in her front door the week of Thanksgiving, knowing full well that the house was occupied. God put the asshole backwards into her potted plants and windchimes. He lost his nerve and hauled ass. She was immediately properly equipped and had the mentality to accept the situation and drive on. She said at the time that she wants a pump shotgun and guess what? She wants it, she gets it. Training to follow.

  79. R.D. Walker says:

    Christmas eave morn and the snow is coming down heavy. How sweet is that? I will probably have to go pick up my daughter at Iowa City, however. Can’t have her driving in this.

  80. Slaphappypap says:

    That snow dumping on you there is to arrive in my area later tonight. Around the time me and Grandma start unwrapping tamales. I hope me and my sister did a good job helping her out with the main Christmas staple. Grandma’s 82 years old this January. She puts up with a lot bullshit.

  81. R.D. Walker says:

    You know, every Christmas I lose my blogging edge. I get filled with the Christmas spirit and I just don’t feel like fighting the good fight. I am all mellowed out. Sorry Revoistas. I will be back in force day after tomorrow, but until then, my stuff is going to be pretty much sugar plums and candy canes.

  82. fletcher says:

    Hey Slap,
    Tamales are also a Christmas staple in my family. :D I look forward to them every year.

  83. TN-cat says:

    RD. Nothing wrong with sugar plums and candy canes. Even God took a day off. Merry Christmas to all the Revo’s. I am out here in Phoenix with all the kids and loving it. Family time is the best.

  84. MadBrad says:

    I know what you mean RD but there’s nothing to apologize about. This time of the year we are more about doing more for others than writing about hideous bullshit. We get our hands off the keyboard and use them to help show love for our neighbors.

  85. BaconNeggs says:

    Jim the story about the father and son and Christmas was reallt heart warming.

    Usually at this time of the year, I read Dickens “A Christmas story” which has a similar theme of giving but didnt get around to it this year. Your short helped to remind me of the redeeming quality of sharing the little we may have. In fact your story is even better than Dickens, because while Scrooge was a richman who could afford to be generous, for this poor farmer and his son every penny counted.

    Nice story, thank you Jim.

  86. Locke n Load says:

    Havent been on in a few guys but wanted to say Hi and Merry Christmas from the Real Revo Texas Compound!

  87. sortahwitte says:

    Good Christmas Eve and best blessings and wishes from the Okie-fen-okie Swamp. I appreciate all of you Real Revos more than you will ever know. The blessings of Christ and Christmas on you and yours.

  88. notamobster says:

    Introducing the all new WTF? Blanket!

  89. R.D. Walker says:

    The end of an era… Kodachrome is no more.

    I don’t know why, but it sort of makes me sad. Oh well, creative destruction…