Robb Allen is my hero.

I'm pretty sure I've nailed down just where I fall in the political spectrum. It's libertarianism, and it's right next to Robb:

So when I say I want a smaller government, I mean I want a governing body that is focused on ensuring my rights are respected and not concerned with what kind of toilet I buy, the wattage of my light bulbs, if I’m eating the correct foods, donating to the right charities, worshiping the appropriate god, or defending myself in a manner that they deem adequate. Yes, I will make bad decisions, and when I do, I will face the consequences of them. With a government the size we have today, I’m paying for others’ mistakes, and there’s nothing fair, liberal, or moral about that.

This is me. This is what I strive for. I wanna be like Robb when I grow up.



tweaker

Chutzpa: The TSA has it.

If I'd have been drinking, I would have spewed it all over my iMac when I read this:

TSA fires 28 over improper luggage screening at Honolulu airport

That takes some fucking gumption to hollar that out loud, don't it? They can fist any old lady in a wheelchair with an oxygen tank and it takes the entire fucking blogosphere before anyone hears about it. A couple bags get to skip the X-ray machine? HEADS WILL MOTHERFUCKING ROLL!!!!!!1!!1!!!!!ELEVENTY!!!!

I bet you can guess how I feel about this, can't you? I knew you could.



tweaker

How I Spent My 9/11

As the politicos and celebrities wax poetic about what they were doing, where they were, and how they felt on that fateful morning 10 years ago, I was busy.

As the news was overrun with stories about memorials, ceremonies, and flashbacks, I wasn't noticing.

While the rest of the nation, according to everything on TV and the internet, was mourning/remembering 9/11/01, I was not.

I searched for a place to live because I'm building a house. I went and saw my builder to check on the custom shower we're crafting. I spent US Dollars on Texas Seasoned Leg Quarters from HEB, and took them to my next-door-neighbor's house. We grilled chicken and potatoes while the women-folk, in shorts and sandals, made macaroni & cheese and a salad. We drank beer, and watched football.

Oh, and I was carrying a gun the whole time.

And that is how I spent the 10th anniversary of the most horrific event to take place on American soil in my lifetime. I lived.



tweaker