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Barack Obama Is Not My PresidentThe Dominos Incident
Meet Kristy and Michael. They are two (now former) employees of a North Carolina Domino’s Pizza . Watch as they do disgusting things with food. In the video, it is implied that this food will be served to customers. Later, after they were caught, they said it was merely a joke and that no food was served to actual customers.
Right.
First of all, HOW DUMB do you have to be to post your faces on YouTube doing disgusting things to the food you are “pretending” to serve to customers?
Second of all, why should we believe that you didn’t actually serve that food? Have you seen some of their other clips? Oh yes, there’s more than one. How about the one with Michael wiping his bare ass with a dish pad and then cleaning the dishes with it? Or the one where Michael sneezes in someone’s cheese bread and then places it in the window to be served. Before he does that though, we are treated to a shot of him taking the Domino’s delivery sticker and sticking it on the box. That certainly implies that the booger-infested food went out to a customer.
“In about five minutes these will be sent out and somebody will be eating these — yes, eating these,” Kristy says in the video. “And little do they know that the cheese was in his nose and that there was some lethal gas that ended up on their salami. Now that’s how we roll at Domino’s.”
Now these two idiots are behind bars… and it appears as if it’s not Kristy’s first time.
Domino’s has now posted its own YouTube video, defending the company.
“The store has been shut down and sanitized from top to bottom,” said Patrick Doyle, president of Domino’s USA. “There is nothing more important or sacred to us than our customers’ trust. … The independent owner of that store is reeling from the damage that this has caused. And it’s not a surprise that this has caused a lot of damage to our brand. It sickens me that the actions of two individuals could impact our great system.”
Both Domino’s employees are appearing in court today and are charged with food tampering.
Just wondering… isn’t that a terrorist act?
A Car Named Christine
Some people name their cars. I know a car named “Old Red”, “Minnie”, “Daisy”, among others. I’ve never been one to name my car, but mine earned it a name this past weekend… meet Christine. 
If you’ve never watched the movie
or read the book
My car earned the name Christine based on her actions over her lifetime. Christine is a 2006 Chevy Impala SS. Since I got her, she’s been in the shop numerous times for warranty repairs. I’ve never gotten the Tire Pressure Monitor System (TPMS) to work properly. She’s had problems with the air conditioner, power steering, a few recalls, including one about the brake system. This weekend however really put her over the top. I was travelling on I-75 towards Atlanta when all of the sudden I hear a “vibration” type noise coming from the rear of the vehicle. I turned the radio down and instantly knew what it was… my rear tire. It had been losing pressure over the past few days and in fact, I had filled it up that morning. As I slowed down, Christine began to wobble and then I hear a pop and I lost my rear tire. I could feel it dragging along the Interstate as I pulled over to the side of the highway to stop. Of course, Christine couldn’t have picked a worse spot to have her blowout, so I had to cruise along the side of the Interstate for bit to get away from the dangerous curve and the bridge. By the time I pulled to a stop, I could smell the rubber burning.
Once I got my tire changed, I headed on down towards the tire shop I called in Atlanta. I pulled in to the parking lot and as they came out to help me, they asked me for the mileage on my car. I opened the door and was a little surprised at the odometer reading: 46,666.
Being that Christine is three years old and has over 46000 miles on her, the 50,000 mile tires didn’t have a whole lot of life left in them anyway. I got a quote for new tires that, after tax wiped out nearly all of my tax refund. So, I hope the economy feels stimulated.
Once they got Christine all fixed up with new tires (I went ahead and bought all four since the old tires didn’t have much life left).
As I was leaving, the tech told me that he thought that I had a bad bearing or maybe the steering component was broken on my front passenger wheel hub. There was a lot of movement in the hub… more than normal and he said I should have that checked (they don’t fix that at his shop). Great… my car is gonna wipe out my state tax rebate too.
So, you can see why my car has earned it’s nickname, Christine. She’s a mean little bitch, she breaks stuff on purpose, and likes to spend my money. 
At least she hasn’t tried to kill me… yet.
The Three Percenters
This little tidbit of information comes to u from Sipsey Street Irregulars. Are you a three-percenter? Where will you be when the revolution comes?
During the American Revolution, the active forces in the field against the King’s tyranny never amounted to more than 3% of the colonists. They were in turn actively supported by perhaps 10% of the population. In addition to these revolutionaries were perhaps another 20% who favored their cause but did little or nothing to support it. Another one-third of the population sided with the King (by the end of the war there were actually more Americans fighting FOR the King than there were in the field against him) and the final third took no side, blew with the wind and took what came.
Three Percenters today do not claim that we represent 3% of the American people, although we might. That theory has not yet been tested. We DO claim that we represent at least 3% of American gun owners, which is still a healthy number somewhere in the neighborhood of 3 million people. History, for good or ill, is made by determined minorities. We are one such minority. So too are the current enemies of the Founders’ Republic. What remains, then, is the test of will and skill to determine who shall shape the future of our nation.
The Three Percent today are gun owners who will not disarm, will not compromise and will no longer back up at the passage of the next gun control act. Three Percenters say quite explicitly that we will not obey any further circumscription of our traditional liberties and will defend ourselves if attacked. We intend to maintain our God-given natural rights to liberty and property, and that means most especially the right to keep and bear arms. Thus, we are committed to the restoration of the Founders’ Republic, and are willing to fight, die and, if forced by any would-be oppressor, to kill in the defense of ourselves and the Constitution that we all took an oath to uphold against enemies foreign and domestic.
We are the people that the collectivists who now control the government should leave alone if they wish to continue unfettered oxygen consumption. We are the Three Percent. Attempt to further oppress us at your peril.
To put it bluntly, leave us the hell alone.
Or, if you feel froggy, go ahead AND WATCH WHAT HAPPENS.
Fun with Guns
Today I visited the range with one of my good friends and we got to have some fun shooting our guns. I carry a 40 caliber Glock and a .380 caliber Kel-tec as my daily carry weapons. I’ve had the Glock for a while and I’ve become a very good shot with it. However, it’s a very big gun. For those familiar with Glocks, it’s the model 22, the full-sized frame Glock. Concealment of this weapon isn’t difficult in the winter with heavy winter clothes and coats on. However, in the summer, it becomes quite obvious that I’m carrying a handgun. I don’t really like to advertise the fact that I’m carrying, but I like to know that my weapon is there, just in case.
So awhile back, I bought the Kel-Tec as my “summer carry” weapon. It’s very light and small and looks about the same size as a few 22’s I’ve seen! I can slip this bad boy in my front pocket and you’d never know its there. The only problem with this gun is that there has been a mad-rush on .380 ammunition. Since I bought the gun, I haven’t been able to find a single place that carries this ammo!
Well, today I finally got my hands on some, courtesy of my friend. So, I got to field test this gun too. At first I was a horrible shot, as it packs quite a punch for such a tiny gun. But after 75 rounds or so, I was managing to contain most of my shots in the kill-zone.
The real fun came after shooting the handguns. Another friend of mine lent me his semi-automatic AK-47 earlier this week and I wanted to shoot it. So, we headed over to the rifle range and got set up to shoot! What a treat this was to shoot! It’s not too often you can say you shot an AK-47 assault rifle. The first few rounds I squeezed off just absolutely went everywhere, but eventually I began to get a little control over this weapon and started at least hitting the target. It’s not the most accurate weapon in the world, but I imagine it would scare the bejesus out of someone who was trying to break into my house. Check out this video of me shooting the AK-47 after I had run through a magazine or two.
Humpin’ a Shoe
I know it’s been quite a while since my last post… I’m sorry, I’ve been busy, sick, and just not motivated to write on my blog lately. That’s not to say that I’ve got nothing to say… I do… and believe me, I’ll be posting some good stuff in a few days. In the meantime, I wanted to share with you this video which just absolutely got me all cracked up this morning. I couldn’t wait to share with you.
You know, sometimes, my day feels just like this guys… screwing around and getting nothing accomplished.
A Bad Day at the Office
I’ll bet you’ve never had as bad of a day at work as this guy…. this really got me laughing and I wanted to share with you!
Hi Sue,
Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother. Last week I had a bad day at the office. I know you’ve been feeling down lately at work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you so you will realize it’s not so bad after all. Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must bore you with a few technicalities of my job.
As you know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea. I wear a suit to the office. It’s a wet suit. This time of year the water is quite cool. So what we do to keep warm is this … we have a diesel powered industrial water heater. This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks the water out of the sea. It heats it to a delightful temperature. It then pumps it down to the diver through a garden hose, which is taped to the air hose.
Now this sounds like a darn good plan, and I’ve used it several times with no complaints. What I do, when I get to the bottom and start working, is take the hose and stuff it down the back of my wet suit. This floods my whole suit with warm water. It’s like working in a Jacuzzi. Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my butt started to itch … so, of course, I scratched it. This only made things worse. Within a few seconds my butt started to burn. I pulled the hose out from my back, but the damage was done. In agony I realized what had happened. The hot water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it into my suit.
Now, since I don’t have any hair on my back, the jellyfish couldn’t stick to it, however, the crack of my butt was not as fortunate. When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish into the crack of my butt. I informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the communicator. His instructions were unclear due to the fact that he, along with five other divers, were all laughing hysterically. Needless to say I aborted the dive.
I was instructed to make three agonizing in-water decompression stops totaling thirty-five minutes before I could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry decompression. When I arrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brass helmet. As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears of laughter running down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to rub it on my butt as soon as I got in the chamber. The cream put the fire out, but I couldn’t poop for two days because my butt was swollen shut.
So, next time you’re having a bad day at work, think about how much worse it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your butt.
Now repeat to yourself, ‘I love my job, I love my job, I love my job’. Whenever you have a bad day, ask yourself, is this a jellyfish bad day?
High School, Then & Now
Boy, how dumb have we gotten as a society in the last 50 years. Check these out….
Scenario 1:
Jack goes quail hunting before school and then pulls into the school parking lot with his shotgun in his truck’s gun rack.
1959 – Vice Principal comes over, looks at Jack’s shotgun, goes to his car and gets his shotgun to show Jack.
2009 – School goes into lock down, FBI called, Jack hauled off to jail and never sees his truck or gun again. Counselors called in for traumatized students and teachers.
Scenario 2:
Johnny and Mark get into a fist fight after school.
1959 – Crowd gathers. Mark wins. Johnny and Mark shake hands and end up buddies.
2009 – Police called and SWAT team arrives — they arrest both Johnny and Mark. They are both charged them with assault and both expelled even though Johnny started it.
Scenario 3:
Jeffrey will not be still in class, he disrupts other students.
1959 – Jeffrey sent to the Principal’s office and given a good paddling by the Principal. He then returns to class, sits still and does not disrupt class again.
2009 – Jeffrey is given huge doses of Ritalin. He becomes a zombie. He is then tested for ADD. The school gets extra money from the state because Jeffrey has a disability.
Scenario 4:
Billy breaks a window in his neighbor’s car and his Dad gives him a whipping with his belt.
1959 – Billy is more careful next time, grows up normal, goes to college and becomes a successful businessman.
2009 – Billy’s dad is arrested for child abuse. Billy is removed to foster care and joins a gang. The state psychologist is told by Billy’s sister that she remembers being abused herself and their dad goes to prison. Billy’s mom has an affair with the psychologist.
Scenario 5:
Mark gets a headache and takes some aspirin to school.
1959 – Mark shares his aspirin with the Principal out on the smoking dock.
2009 – The police are called and Mark is expelled from school for drug violations. His car is then searched for drugs and weapons.
Scenario 6:
Pedro fails high school English.
1959 – Pedro goes to summer school, passes English and goes to college.
2009 – Pedro’s cause is taken up by state. Newspaper articles appear nationally explaining that teaching English as a requirement for graduation is racist. ACLU files class action lawsuit against the state school system and Pedro’s English teacher. English is then banned from core curriculum. Pedro is given his diploma anyway but ends up mowing lawns for a living because he cannot speak English.
Scenario 7:
Johnny takes apart leftover firecrackers from the Fourth of July, puts them in a model airplane paint bottle and blows up a red ant bed.
1959 – Ants die.
2009 – ATF, Homeland Security and the FBI are all called. Johnny is charged with domestic terrorism. The FBI investigates his parents — and all siblings are removed from their home and all computers are confiscated. Johnny’s dad is placed on a terror watch list and is never allowed to fly again.
Scenario 8:
Johnny falls while running during recess and scrapes his knee. He is found crying by his teacher, Mary. Mary hugs him to comfort him.
1959 – In a short time, Johnny feels better and goes on playing.
2009 – Mary is accused of being a sexual predator and loses her job. She faces 3 years in State Prison. Johnny undergoes 5 years of therapy.
I’m Goin’ to DisneyWorld!
The anniversary of my 21st birthday party is coming up soon and DisneyWorld is throwing me a party! Woo-hoo! I’m going to Disneyworld! See you all when I get back!