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Peak oil. We’ve all heard about it. The late great Captain Crude got kicked off The Oil Drum for writing about it, albeit in a soggy way reminiscent of Joe Hazelwood’s piloting style. Gulf-of-Mexico hurricanes sometimes shut down or mess up the oil importing / refining / distribution infrastructure here in the United States, resulting in a fleeting, evanescent awareness here that perhaps the continued flow of oil isn’t as guaranteed as we’d like to think it is. A month or two after the troubles go away, American yeasties resume their habits of living large on the sugar that keeps flowing into their petri dish, secure in the knowledge that “other people” are taking care of any potential problems.
I mean crying. Not anymore, though. Everybody is dying except for me. I think God is trying to tell me something. Lebron is next.
I think I’ll have my first cigarette of the day.
You Guys Like To Joke?
Yeah like Johnny Rico is gonna let down Holmes or Bif.
Strike. And Destroy.
No way I’m letting Bif and Holmes down. I do hardcore. Michael Mann. M-4, G-3. Hardcore. Go-Go-Go
This is for Auton Unit
But it is for everybody else as well
I’m gonna show you Zulus how to see anything you want including frontline DVD quality first run movies and TV when they are released.
I’m doing this because I love you and I know you love me.
This is a process. Trust me. Just do it.
1) First) Download VLC viewer. The icon is gonna look like an orange and white construction cone. Do it.. The VLC viewer is the best.
2) Chill. This comes in stages. This is called stack. “STACK.” You need to stack
3) Apropos of nothing. Sherman’s March to the Sea. Stack. Sherman understood stack. Not Grant. Sherman. Sherman. Sherman understood stack. Besides myself only one other person in this world understands stack. Bunn.
It is August 13th. WHY THE FUCK is my Vanity Fair with Lady Gaga on the cover not on my front doorstep? My secondary copy at work has not shown up either. This has to be some kind of conspiracy. I checked the bookstores. They are still overstocked on that ugly bitch, Jolie. I am so sick of Angelina. And will somebody PLEASE give Michael Hastings an award of some type for getting rid of McChrystal already. Talk about heroes.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Hastings_(journalist)
http://www.rollingstone.com/politics/news/17390/119236
Remember the scene in Catch-22 when General Dreedle (Orson Welles) comes into the mission briefing with his (Va-va-Boom)WAC played by Susanne Benton? And the pilots and bombardiers are like……oooohhhh, uuummmm…. ooooh.
Yeah.
The name of the town is Ferrera. No strategic value to anyone.
I think that is Russian. It means 9th Company. It was a fictional account (movie) of one of the last Soviet units in Afghanistan in 1989. It is being re-released on (American) DVD. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I immediately found it on torrents.
I have died and gone to heaven.
I found a decent $3.99 Argentinian red at Trader Joe’s. (3.99! Yes, 3.99).
Hitchens has cancer. Simmons is dead. Bif, Holmes, Remus, Doom, Yarra, and Nudge and you others that don’t write much anymore are still alive and kicking. The Palins don’t know what the fuck is going on. Korn has a new album. The Gunship Lollipop just lost it’s first fight in over 3 years, but I’m learning to love the upper end of 3rd gear. Weeds and Sons of Anarchy are coming soon. My Sister is having a baby. 95% of my co-workers love me. I still don’t feel the need to own a gun. My birthday is soon so soon I will own the re-release of Exile on Main Street.
Katya calls me twice a day even when I don’t call her. Obama is toast.
My playlist for the week:
The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo
The Girl Who played with Fire
[Yes, I saw "The Other Guys" - first 45 minutes was killer, you can skip it, rent it]
The Day of Battle: The Campaign in Sicily and Italy 1943-1944. I said this wasn’t one of my favorites. I rescind that comment. This is a good history. It is 600 pages. My regret is that it wasn’t 700 on the back end from DIADEM to Rome. But I’m only on page 500, so who knows. But it was written pre-2007. My father gave it to me on Christmas 2007. It was Part two after “Army at Dawn.” Where the fuck is Part 3?
Hastings has a book out on Churchill. That is second in line.
Bacevich has written “Washington Rules.” I cannot wait for my birthday. I print my Borders coupon, I grab my borders gift card, I buy the book. I read it by midnight. Bacevich is God.
And I will always remember that it was Kelley Vlahos that reminded me. Thanks Antiwar!
Oh! Before I forget.
LEBANON
I’m only 2 minutes into it, but best war movie ever. It is in theatres, but you can get it on torrents. It is about 1982. A four man tank crew (Merkava? Centurion?). Totally shot from within the tank. The only thing yu see of the outside world is from the main gunners scope zooming in and out with a (105? mm main gun and 7.62 coax MG). Absolutely fucking brilliant.
Here are the torrent links: …. errrr…. something wrong with yourbittorrent…. coming soon
Julliane Assange
Free Manning.
I don’t care about Gates. That Fucker will die soon. Gates is a Cunt. Always has been. Never threw a punch. Never got hit. Never served a day in combat. Slaughtered Thousands. Gates is just another Beria to me. I hope you rot in hell. I like Cunts. Of the female variety. Gates was easily one of the worst Americans ever.
Gates never got drunk. Never smoked weed. Never took the car a little to fast around the bend so it slid and hit something.
Gates is what we call a faggot. And I have many gay friends and acquaintances. I do not use the term faggot lightly. It has nothing to do with sexual orientation.
Gates is a faggot. And the rest of you faggots that like NASCAR let him lead this machine for 30 years. You should be ashamed of yurseffs.
Gates is what we call triple dip. And when I say “we”, I mean two of us. Me and Tarzan. Tarzan used to call me triple-dip. “one of you northern, ice-cream eating boys.” Back in 96 when I was sober and he was throwing down budweisers. Tarzan had scars on the back of his legs from shotty blasts. He never would tell me how that happened. A year later I asked where he was. They said he had a bad fall. Like 40 feet. I used to shake at 30 feet up. I got paralyzed from the fear. Tarzan used to jump from beam to beam never even carried a safety. That’s why they called him Tarzan. I couldn’t move 5 feet without re-attaching my harness. Tarzan was fearless. He’s a quadrapalegic now. He was a pretty cool dude. I know a lot of guys like this. I’ll see him some day. I’ll bring him some ice cream and a six pack and joke about how he is quadruple-dip.
Johnny Rico don’t fuck around. Doug Suttler was one of the few that got it early.
So this guy opens up his front door on the way to work and there is a snail there.
He takes the snail and thros it as far as he can into the field in front.
Three years later, the same guy opens up his front door to go to work.
The same snail is there.
The snail looks up at him and says:
So what was that all about?
I met a guy recently that was at the Lemonwheel Phish show at Caribou Maine in 1997 August. This was when this all happened.
I used to drag on the airstrip with this Nissan. This was an abandoned B-52 runway. Two miles straight. I believe it was the B-52 352nd bomb wing (I have the numbers, I just can’t recall right now). I remember it sloped downhill. I had a real bad clutch. But this fucker could move. 1989 Saab Turbo. Two miles. We didn’t care. We just let it rip. I won every time. He was a fat fuck like 300 and he had 3 other guys in the back. I usually just carried one very scared passenger under 160 pounds.
Down the end of the runway was a bunker entrance with an iron grate door, chained. But you could look down. and as far as the light would let you, the stairs were in the thousands, it went down forever. Dr. Strangelove. We lived in the Air Force barracks.
I was there. I seen it.
Lin ein the sand.
They have fuxked me.
They have fucked me.
173 Para . On the line. Prepare to deploy.
Ist armored. Mount up.
3rd armourd. Mount up
On the line. *2nd line battalions. Deploy.All Go
173.
10th mountain. I want 2 brigades
Ist Cav I want resting. I want tequila shots and buds flowing freely for 1oth M. I way first can checking their engines
In 2005 I read “Twilight in the Desert.” I come from a fairly extensive oil/mining background. Top 1%. I knew what I was talking about when I started. I do not speak on any topics I am not an expert on. I do this because it saves time and wreaks havoc on opponents. My hero is Caesar. My General is Hopkins.
Simmons was a horrible writer and never followed up. It was obvious from his TV appearances that there was something physically wrong with him. I’m guessing it was a liter of fine scotch per day. No women were ever mentioned. I’m assuming he had a depressed wife who he remained devoted to and she ate him.
Kunstler fell for him in the final weeks as he scatttered his batshit nutbag gas/apocalypse theory about Macondo. Let me repeat – Kunstler bought it. At the cost of his credibility.
I laughed.
I laughed at myself. For having believed a 1oth of what I read.
In the years since (5 years) I have trashed everything this maniac said. Why? Because I do research. Like Liseth in “The Girl With The The Dragon Tattoo.”
I watch. I read. I think
AMC has this new series. RibiCON.
Rubicon is a river Ceasar crossed. Wow! Original.
Battlefield 2. A Video game. _____ has a piece in the New Yorker this past week on video games. Hmmm.
I was writing on video games 5 years ago. He references Call of Duty World of War . I was good. Not at COD. Thes little battlemonkeys would kick my ass.
But not at Battlefiled 1942 or – what is considered the chess of all video games – Battlefield 2.
Battlefield 2 was ruled in its “heyday” – and it still remains the finest game ever- by a two man leader-assault squad not seen ever.
Sgt. LSD and TexasJihad pretty much dominated the gouks and the Hajis. To be clear. We filled out with many capable squad lead leaders, copter pilos and gunners and snipers
I went back maybe 6 months later when Call of Duty 4 was all the rage. Christian groups with chicks commanding were all the rage. I tried to command. They just wanted virgins.( Sign up for 101st airborne, cunt)
….
Ridiculous.
There are three kinds of people in this world.
Those who can snipe (faggots).
And those who can lead a squad left flank past hotel and capture and hold bridge for armor cossing.
And those who can take bridge alone with a G3 3 10 round clips and 1 smoke grenade . and 1 frag.
Slow and low. I will d0 it every time
Please to meat me you hope you guessed my name
Sorry. 4
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