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the daily spew

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

One for the sheeple

Friday, October 12, 2007

Say No to Ron Paul!

Be safe and happy!

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Long Ago and Far Away

For the first time in as long as I can remember, I opened up the the main page of my blog and took a good long look. The last time I posted was September 14th, 2006. It was a Thursday and the next day was Friday, the 15th, payday. Payday is always a good day. Money comes in, money goes out - it's all very tidal. Little did I know that on Monday morning, I would be receiving another paycheck - my last.

That Friday, the company received a call from their main customer. The company was told that their customer would not be renewing their contract that was set to expire at the end of the year. The following Monday, yours truly and seven other souls were called into a conference room and given the bad news.

To say that I was devastated would be an overstatement. I had actually started looking for a new job in 2005, so this just accelerated the process. By lunchtime, I was home. It was an odd feeling the next morning to know that I didn't have to get in the car and head off to work. And yet, in front of me was so much work to do.

A job search had to be moved into high gear. Unemployment had to be filed for and we had to think about finding a house to rent.

It took me six weeks to land a new position, a six month contract job that started right before Halloween and ran until the end of May. I left the contract behind before I could be offered a permanent position that I would have to refuse and took another contract job with a different firm working for a boss that lives in San Diego. I can work from home if I want or go to the office (I'm still working on the work from home part - there has been technical difficulties but we are getting there).

The road has been long and the time since I last posted seems a distant memory shrouded in mists. We live in a newer house, with rent that is less than my former mortgage payment. The house we used to live in has a For Sale on the front lawn. The bank has owned it since the end of November, but they couldn't take possession of it until the end of May (Michigan foreclosure law). It saddens me not to have the bank own it - goodbye and good riddance. As a family we are better off to be out of there.

The road has been long and I could not have led my family on this journey without the help of The Good Shepherd. Through every dark moment, He was there guiding me and leading down the road. When all of this started, I thought to ask for your prayers and decided otherwise. Now I ask for your prayers - not for me, but for all those who are going through similar troubles. Pray that the Lord Jesus helps and guides them to green pastures and still waters.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Oh Happy Day!

I remember when the local radio station play-by-play guy used to call him "Big Keith Primeau." Size-wize he was a very large player, too bad he never played hockey that way. He was perhaps the worlrds largest skating vagina with a hockey stick.

My heart was gladdened the day that the Red Wings dumped this pussy and his douchebag defenseman Paul Coffey on the Hartford Whalers for Brendan Shanahan. The Whalers dumped Coffey on Philadelphia that same year and decided to keep Primeau around.

This trade happened just before the 1996-1997 NHL season started. It coincindentally also happens to be the year Detroit won the Stanley Cup after 40+ years.

Hartford packed their bags and moved south becoming the Carolina Hurricanes. I recall going to see a first round playoff game in Greensboro in 1999 between Carolina and Boston. I arrived wering my favorite Red Wings shirt, rooted for Boston (I like Sergei Samosonov) and yelled "Primeau Sucks" periodically during the game. I got some real nasty looks for that one.

During an intermission, someone asked why I disliked Keith Primeau, he is, after all a primere player they explained. I proceeded to explain my Primeau-Vaginal theory to them and received blank looks in return. "Someday you will understand", I thought quietly to myself.

Someday finally arrived. Big Keith wanted more money and Carolina showed him the door. In the free agent market of the summer of 2001, Primeau packed his bags and got a nice big contract with Phildelphia. The 2001-2002 season featured Carolina going to the Stanley Cup Finals (are you beginning to sense a pattern here).

They lost the Stanley Cup 4 games to 1 to the other team that dumped Keith Primeau, the Red Wings.

I'm predicting that the Flyers will probably have a good playoff run.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

A discount on the pump price or is it the price to pump?

It seems that in Austrailia, when you fill up at the pump you can get a discount on the price of your next pump. Two brothels down under are offering a discount on their rate when you bring in your last gas station receipt.

I wonder of the chicken ranches outside of Las Vegas are going to match the offer?

Thursday, August 17, 2006

My Cubicle

Share and enjoy!

The last time I was here

The last time I was up here, this place didn't exist. The next time I end up here, they will probably be closed for the season.

That's my luck.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

The al-Qaeda Fund

Somewhere, right now, in the world a bomb is exploding. Infidels are dying. The streets are running red with their blood. Somewhere in the world, a martyr is on his way to Paradise for his reward of seventy-two virgins (see below).

Allah be praised.

Sometimes things go horribly wrong and there is no new martyr for Paradise. Only a maimed and crippled man is left. He cannot go to prayers at the mosque. He cannot herd his goats. He cannot satisfy his camel.

How very sad.

Now thanks to the al-Queda Fund, Achmed has a new wheelchair to go to the mosque. With his new prosthetics, Mahmoud can herd his goats. Even poor Musab who was rendered impotent when his bomb misfired has been helped. The al-Queda Fund has given him Viagra and his camel has never been happier!

Allah be praised.

But there is more work that needs to be done and more maimed martyrs-to-be that need our help. Please send your tax deductible donation today!

This just in ...

Al Qaeda leader "Abu Musab al-Zarqawi", killed by US Forces in Iraq last month, has just met with the first of his 72 virgins that Allah promised.

Only 71 more to go!

Allah Akbar!

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

I'm thinking crab for dinner

The BBC is running a story about an invasion of giant red king crabs invading from Russia.

Environmentalists and fishermen in northern Norway are warning of a Russian invasion of alien crustaceans which are threatening to ruin the local sea fauna.

They say the giant red king crab is spreading with alarming speed from Russian waters along the Norwegian coast, destroying everything in its wake.

The crab has few natural enemies, and is considered to be an omnivore, digesting everything from cod larvae to other crabs.

It seems that the crabs, which are native to the north Pacific (around Kamchatka and Alaska) were transplanted to the Barents Sea in 1960. Since then, they have spread over a much larger area.

"With the king crabs, we know that they are an enormous crab, today it's about 20 million of them in the Barents Sea. Twenty years ago there were zero."

Mr Hansson says the present annual fishing quota of 300,000 crabs must be increased. Local fishermen agree - too many king crabs ruin their nets.

Currently, Norway is planning on increasing the quota of crabs its fishermen can catch. Personally, I think the ought to drop the quota and declare an open season. If the crabs don't belong there, then they should be fished out.

Let's get the boat fired up boys, it looks like we're having crab for dinner!

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

The Haloscan comments are gone.

I've decided to use the ones provided by Blogger.

Friday, July 28, 2006

From the middle of the Bible

“It is better to trust in the LORD than to put confidence in man.”
Psalms 118:8

Thursday, July 27, 2006

and now a word from our sponsor

The kid sister is moving out of state. She found these folks from a MyPoints email and after helping load their house onto the truck, I have to say that this is the right way to move yourself.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

I think I'll stick to driving

I used to fly quite a bit and enjoyed it for the most part. I didn't even mind changing planes in busy airports like Atlanta, Charlotte or Chicago's O'Hare. I could even deal with the sometimes surly and ill-tempered flight attendants. Why? Because there is nothing like busting through a layer of clouds into a clear and sunny sky. There is nothing like the view of the land from thirty thousand feet.

I stopped flying a few months before 9/11. The family was finally together after I took a job back in Michigan. When there is no need to travel large distances in a short time you don't need to fly. After reading this I don't think I'll fly ever again.

It is my deepest hope that this shit rotten theiving, lying stealing government that we have goes to straight to hell. Republicans, Democrats, bureaucrats, lobbyists, reporters and the rest of the camp followers. Lining them up against the wall and shooting them all is too good for them.

Hearing their screams from the deepest pit of Hell is music to my ears.

Until then, I'll drive.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Teaching Popette a new programming language

And here all this time I thought my Programming Perl book was only good as a reference manual and wasn't terribly good at teaching lessons. Oh Popette! I'm going to teach you how to program using Perl!

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Do you feel this way at work?

Friday, December 23, 2005

Ok Santa where the heck are ya?!?

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Saddam Hussein supports Detroit Lions fans

It's a damn shame that William Clay Ford doesn't though.

Friday, December 09, 2005

Nice rack on Blitzen tho ...

Every now and again I get something in my email that gets me to laughing. When it gets me laughing good, I just have to share it. So let's all celebrate another White Trash Christmas. If that isn't sick and wrong enough for you, you could try singing Mooooo, I'm a Cow.

Many thanks to Banco de Vatican for passing it along.

Thursday, September 29, 2005

Run screaming into the night!

Now all we need is a red and white stocking cap and a big white beard. You better watch out because Cthulu Claus is coming to town!

Foetuses found at Bogota airport

I thought I had just about seen everything. I was wrong; dead wrong and it sickens me see the moral, spiritual and cultural decay that is going on the world.

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Have you Cracked the Code?

Over the last several years, I have had the occasion to read quite a few websites of folks who claim that the income tax is illegal. Some also claim that it is immoral. None as yet have claimed that it was fattening (although it is hard to tell seeing the rolls of lard hanging off the body politic).

Many site revolved around a piece of the tax code called setion 861. Joesph Bannister is perhaps the most noteworthy among the crowd being a former IRS Criminal Investigation Division Special Agent. Other folks contend that the 16th Amendment was never properly ratified and the income tax as designed is invalid. Others contend that the Buck Act of 1940 created federal districts that overlaid the union states and created federal states that appear like the union state but whose name is spelled with capital letters. They argue that having a Social Security Number or sending mail through the postal service puts a person in the federal state and thus subject to income tax.

While many of these cases have a certain amount of merit, they also raise in the mind questions which are not easily answered. There are some folks out there who have sites that debunk the tax protest arguments, but even they do not completely address the questions that come to mind. That was until I stumbled upon the Team Law website. The site is full of legal information and is a boone to those of us who have never studied law. They have a section that fairly systematically destroys every patroit myth that I have come across while surfing the web. Team Law is a great website and well worth the time for the legal and historical education.

I did find one theme that many tax protest websites have in common: jurisdiction. By some overt action or by subtle conspiracy each system somehow puts a person squarley into the federal jurisdiction and subject to the income tax. Peter Hendrickson author of Cracking The Code also contends that jurisdiction is central to the income tax. He also contends that it is through our ignorance of the Internal Revenue Code (and its supporting body of law) and its labyrinthine method of implementation that we place our earnings under federal jurisdiction voluntarily. By placing our earnings under federal jurisdiction, income can be derived from monies earned and a tax levied.

Peter Hendrickson draws upon US law and Supreme Court cases to arrive at the conclusion that the income tax is an excise and not a direct tax. That an excise tax is a tax on the excercise of some privilege. The excercise of privilige occurs under federal jurisdiction as it relates to the source of income and this income becomes subject to the excise (income) tax. He also argues that non-federally-connected earnings are not subject to income tax, although earnings which are federally-connected are subject to federal taxes.

The kernel of truth that comes from his book is simply this: If people would obey the law, they would find that much of what they earn is not subject to federal taxes. What a novel concept - obey the law and be largely free from the Internal Revenue Service. Using the logic that Hendrickson presents in Cracking the Code it is easy to see that while Vernice Kuglin may have beat the tax evasion charges, her wages are subject to federal income taxes. Why is that? The answer is simple: she holds a FAA pilots license for flying commercial aircraft for FedEx. A license allows its holder to perform some action that would be illegal without said license. It allows her to exercise a federally granted privilege.

Cracking The Code is a book that every American should read. It is concise and uses legally sound reasoning to spell out the legal obligations that we have in paying income taxes.

Did I mention that he got a complete refund of all tax monies surrendered to the IRS including FICA and Medicare taxes? Visit his site and buy and read his book.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

From the scientific world

A major research institution has just announced the discovery of the heaviest element yet known to science. The new element has been named "Governmentium". Governmentium has one neutron, 12 assistant neutrons, 75 deputy neutrons, and 224 assistant deputy neutrons, giving it an atomic mass of 311.

The 311 particles are held together by forces called morons, which are surrounded by vast quantities of lepton-like particles called peons.

Since Governmentium has no electrons, it is inert. However, it can be detected, as it impedes every reaction with which it comes into contact.

A minute amount of Governmentium causes one reaction to take over 4 days to complete, when it would normally take less than a second.

Governmentium has a normal half-life of 4 years; it does not decay, but, instead undergoes a re-organization in which a portion of the assistant neutrons and deputy neutrons exchange places.

In fact Governmentium mass will actually increase over time, since each reorganization will cause more morons to become neutrons, forming isodopes. This characteristic of the moron promotion leads scientists to believe Governmentium is formed whenever morons reach a certain quantity in concentration. This hypothetical quantity is referred to as "Critical Morass". When catalyzed with money Governmentium becomes Administratium, an element which radiates just as much energy, since it has half as many peons but twice as many morons.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Thought for today

In Allah's Paradise the only thing virgin is the wool.

Monday, July 11, 2005

Who'd a thunk it?!?

Men don't mind seeing naked women; even the not-so-pretty ones.