Take this list and mark your standing on the following issues... now the interesting part. Take a good look at your answers and see how well they fit into your own political parties line.

Issue	For/Against/Undecided	Comments
Individual right to ownership of firearms	For	2nd ammendment
Mandatory firearm registration	Against	These list have historicly been used to either collect guns after the fact or make "watch list" to harras people. It's an issue of privacy
Women's right to choose to have an abortion	For	While I don't agree with it as a birth control device, that caveat is invalid to the greater issue of how we as a society can not in any reasonable way know the situation of any woman that is facing this decision, this is a highly personal decision and not an easy black and white true/false scenario. The choice is in the woman's hands and potentially her signifigant others and no one elses.
Gay marriage	For	How can it be otherwise? who am I, or who are you to decide whom someone marries or the structure of that marriage?
Socialized medicine	Against	I don't think the federal government is capable of administrating or providing quality service in this industry. Look at the VA, do we want our whole medical system to emulate that horrible system?
Health insurance reform	For	This entire industry has so many small print caveats and loopholes that it's damn near impossible to get them to pay for care correctly... and that's what you pay them for in the first place.
Credit Reform	For	Usuary is theft, credit cards are basicly usuary. Needs to be fixed and fair.
Marijuana Legalization	For	I consider it the same as alchohol and the resulting current "crime" epidemic is akin to prohibition times, make it legal and all of a sudden you have a new tax revenue stream, less non-violent offenders in prison, and more legal business opportunities available, while at the same time reducing violent crime because the only reason gangs and suppliers are so violent is because they're the only ones that control the product and want to maintain of the product throughout... just like the mob back in porhibition.
School Vouchers	For	More school choice... have you SEEN our public schools?
Teachers Unions	Against	The union protects the incompetent and lazy making it impossible to get rid of bad teachers and properly reward good ones.
Progressive Taxes	Against	Everyone should pay their fair and EQUAL share, no loopholes, no tax shelters, just a flat percentage across the board. The poor will get it back via services and the rich won't qualify for those services but everyone still pays in the same percentage wise. Plus how great would it be if your IRS forms where litteraly one page long and could actually be understood by someone that isn't insane?

For me as a libertarian I think it goes pretty well for my party line.

Alina and I went to the keys this weekend on a much needed mini-vacation to recoup our thoughts and to rest. Here is my review of the experience.

Driving down to the keys was a fiasco; evidently I am unfit to navigate the highways and byways that are part of the South Florida road system. Then again, I'm pretty sure that the city planners and road developers are working hard to keep things this way. I am convinced that the map was planned out by a few civil engineers spreading their after flesh globes and emptying their bowels above a piece of grid lined paper. We shall not go into further detail about that. Suffice it to say that the drive down was an adventure in "Do I get off here? No, HERE? no... THERE!? AUUUUUAUAUUAAAGH GO FORNICATE WITH FARM ANIMALS SOUTH FLORIDA ROADWAYS!!!!!!!" Once we arrived to Key Largo the driving became much easier. Even one so simple minded as myself can easily navigate a single road.

At about 21:30 we arrived at our destination the White Gate Court (http://www.whitegatecourt.com) resort in Islamorada. (About mile marker 70). This wonderful place ended up being one of the best places I've ever had the opportunity to stay at. The grounds are well kept; the little duplex/cottage we rented was rustic but clean and well appointed with all the conveniences that one could ask for. I was impressed and quite happy with the accommodations. The resort itself is quiet and since it’s in the middle keys not overcrowded with those of mine own generation that have little to no worth save that as self mobile meat sticks with a penchant for destroying all they touch. In other words, it was a nice getaway without the party atmosphere (you know the smell of booze, vomit and too loud morons singing out their obnoxious alcohol induced mating calls.) I would highly recommend this place to anyone who wants to get away from noise and bother... an excellent stress detox center.

The dog, bless her little canine heart, got to run and frolic off the leash as much as she wanted. She went absolutely nuts a few times, but she had a great time. We got her to go swimming at the beach (Animals are not only allowed at this place but encouraged, this is obviously more than just a pet "friendly" place and more of a place that "loves" animals.) She got to play with other dogs, she got to splash in the water, and most importantly she got to run around the grounds as if the devil himself was chasing her... an activity which dogs seem to enjoy.

Saturday, the only full day we would be staying at the place was an awesome day. We got up early (6am) to watch the sun rise. An awesome sight for one who hasn't seen on in YEARS. Went down to this little Italian restaurant for a breakfast of crab eggs Benedict with key-lime hollandaise sauce on biscuits. Not the best rendition of my favorite breakfast food to be sure, but adequate and still enjoyable. We went to the store to buy fishing gear (as I had forgotten to bring my own) and some basic groceries.

After our little shopping trip we decided (or more correctly I decided and Alina relented) to renting a boat from a place about a mile down the road from our resort (a place called Robbie’s) the rental was inexpensive and the boat itself while no great beauty was good enough for our purposes. We spent the next three hours playing around the bay side in this little boat, attempting (and failing) to fish, finding the dock for our resort (which was difficult but we got it) chasing dolphins and all around just cruising around having a good time.

Having failed miserably at my attempt to catch fresh fish for our dinner, we went down to a place called "Mr. Lobster" (http://www.mrlobster.com) which was about a half mile away from our resort. There we bought 6 fresh key lobsters, which later got made into lobster bisque for dinner. (which was nummy... I'm a damned fine cook if I do say so myself)

That evening we stayed in, read, relaxed and vegetated after dinner. It was AWESOME! It’s nice to do... absolutely nothing. We went to bed early because we were tired and well... because we could, a good night’s sleep was had by both.

Sunday morning we packed the car, took the dog for a walk, checked out, did a little swimming at the beach and then reluctantly drove home.

This concludes my biased after action report save for the statement that I would definitely (and plan to) go back to this resort again and would recommend it to anyone who wants to get away from the grind for a stress free, relatively inexpensive, and pet friendly mini-vacation.

And people wonder why I generally don't trust or like folks in gov't....



Found this over in conservatism community (don't know how to link it) and I'm posting it here because I think it's relevant.

It's been 31 weeks since my last confession... I mean post.

All this extra political crap is making me angry, and as we all know, when george (or as you know me harold3) is angry then he bitches a lot.

Here's my basic plan, the 3 or 4 of you who actually still have this blog friended and who might actually read it post on your own blogs on HOW TO FIX SHIT. or what would make the gov't better. oh.. even better. Put up your electoral platform if you should be ever running for some public office. Here goes mine...

Should you elect me for Superpimptasticdictatorofthecountrymisterbig my agenda is as follows.

1. Government shall remove all marriage laws save to enforce the marriage contract that the individuals getting married draw up for themselves. Government has no place in such a personal arena as marriage. If three women two rabbis a catholic priest and an insurance salesmen somehow want to define their relationship as a marriage.... more power to em. Marry six people, Marry same sex, Get surgery to make a third sex and marry whomever. Have a strictly hetero traditional marriage its all Up to you.

2. SIMPLIFY taxes, make paying taxes EASIER either a flat rate that everyone pays (no exceptions, no write offs) or come up with a sales tax and get rid of everything else. (No the poor won't bear the brunt of this burden, they'll receive a lot more in benefits then they pay in so it cancels out)

3. Stop demonizing guns god damnit. A gun for every household YAY! seriously though, gun control laws are incredibly fucked up. The right to protect yourself is something everyone should have.

4. Let the spice "weed" flow. Now it should be noted I'm not a smoker myself, but just like prohibition current drug laws are causing more problems then they're solving. Tax the living fuck out of it, just like cigs, but stop putting people in jail cause their crime is about the same as getting drunk only with a green leafy substance.

5. Sacrifice all the lawyers to cthulu... well most of the lawyers I know a few that are decent. The decent ones can have some candy and can rebuild the profession with some fucking ethics.

on the non-serious side. (Yes I'm serious about #5 sorta)

6. Clothing optional days

7. Nonpasturized milk legal... this stuff is nummy, you peeps that haven't tasted raw milk don't know what you're missing.

8. A pound of bacon in every fridge instead of a chicken in every coop

9. A new national holiday. "Fuck off and sleep in day"

10. Free Tibet (not really, I don't give a damn about Tibet but I want to sound all worldly and enlightened)

ENTERTAIN ME post your own electoral platforms on your own blog so I can read those comments too and be... you know... satisfied by the internet or something.

Or I'll sick one of my purple assed monkeys on you.

Well, i figure it's time to announce to the rest of the world. I proposed to my girl, she's accepted. I've officially thrown away my man card now and will soon join the rest of my shackled brothers in captivity.

I have come out of posting retirement to propose the following "political campaign"

1. Open up your word processor
2. Select the largest size font possible
3. bold the font.
4. Type out a document that says this and only this "Are you fucking stupid?" as big as you can get it on a single piece of paper.
5. Mail at least 1 copy to every member of the fed that just approved the interest rate drop.

A: "I want to be so rich that it borders on obscene."

B: "Why? Why not just be comforatably rich."

A: "Cause I want ping-pong balls man. sexy sexy luscious ping pong balls"

B: "What?"

A:"Ping Pong Balls."

B:"O.K."

A:"You can never have enough ping pong balls."

*Minute and a half of silence*

A:"Need a lot of KY Though."

*Silence for the rest of a 30 minute drive...*

My distaste for all things "poetry" has increased sevenfold today. Poetry in the form of... well, poems.

The ones that rhyme like some sort of childrens fable piss me off the most, especially when they contain phrases like "The heart is my target and I will strike it hard".

...

HULK SMASH

...

If anything was going to get my gnarly green blood going and my irrepressable desire to break things and hurt people brought to a homicidal peak, crappy, shitty, fucked up poetry would be on the top of that list. K.D. Lang would probably be in second place, closely followed by that bald headed interior designer on TLC... Man, I hope a staplegun falls on his shiney bald head one day and riddles his brainpan with ten-penny holes.

They only thing that should be "struck hard" is the authors head, Preferably with hardwood lumber swung by a major league baseball player on national television. I'd fucking stand and place my hand over my heart for THAT.

My mind burns with BULLSHIT, it is unsatisfied with the state of peoples exhubrant shit spewing from orifices in their face that, on a normal human being, not be used to ejaculate shit upon the undeserving populace of this earth.

To all you fucking bastards out there who insist on being "deep" with only the glimmering of an education in that thick head of yours, I open my asscheeks upon you and yours and fart in your worthless fucking general direction.

Love, kisses and tender moments
George.

I remain strong for you

That's right my hordlings, for you do I remain all stoic and strong-like. Though I'm having a shitty morning. Y'see, I decided that it would be a great idea to take the last 10 or so steps on my face this morning. Nothing like going down a concrete staircase on your face... I know that goddamned squirell is somehow responsable for this. I fucking KNOW IT. Not really all that worse for the wear though... I have red patches on my hands that are the result of the skid at the bottom and my nose bled a little bit. BECAUSE I AM MIGHTY MANLY GODKING!... or I'm just naturally padded... on of the two. Was running a bit late for work so no chance to stop for some grub this morning... not even the shitty "breakfast" burrito at the Kwik King (3.99 for... something I can't really describe)

But! on the bright side, WW3 is kicking off, and while some of you might not consider that to be a particularily "Bright" side thing... just think of the luminescent output of nuclear warheads should they be deployed... woohoo!

Fuck I need food before my stomach eats it's way through my torso and attacks a random passerby.

There I was just minding my own business, casually walking down to the car to go to work this morning.

And then I saw HIM Baron Von Death Squirell. His beady little eyes locked onto mine and we stared at each other, my hand inching towards my pistol, his fuzzy little tail of doom twitching every so often. Someone's gonna die here today, Oh yes, someone's gonna fucking DIE!

And then it happened, I could almost hear his chirring maniacal laughter in my head as he popped up... gave me a cold stare that sent chills down my spine and bounded off for his treetop empire before I could do a thing.

NEXT TIME SQUIRELL! NEXT TIME.


The non-dramaticized and factually true version is more like this.
I saw the squirell, I froze. My mind is racing (oh, fuck I'm gonna be atacked by the crazy rodent again). He looks at me and runs off, I heave a sigh of relief... because you know... that squirell fucking owns my ass.

I met a furry little airborne ranger today; death from above and all that; screaming chirring furry rage from on high. Evidently I transgressed in passing underneath the sovereign territory of Frederick The II Butcher of Squirelldom's domain on the way to my car this morning and he sent his little death dealing demon from hell to deal with the intruder.

The fuzzy monster from the polloped bowels of hell landed on my head, did a six pence dance, raced down my neck and back, wound around my feet a couple of times and then raced back up a tree, never to be seen again. Though I'm sure he's plotting my demise for the next time I walk underneath his domain.

Naturally, I, the urban silverback himself, acted like a scarred little girl and did the "AHHHHH icky achy" thing and did a little dance that resembled a mash up of the "I gotta pee" dance, and some other full body seizure of unnamed flavor.

And that was this morning...

As to the fourth I lit up the night sky (and the field, and left a crater) with a meager assortment of fireworks that I purchased with scrounged money. While the assortment itself was, like I said, meager, the four good resultant explosions I was able to produce where... fun. Not going into detail, my ingenious use of empty paper towel tubes, toilet wax, and not a little craftiness in the cannibalization of the available resources I was able to produce four fireworks that where of a dubious nature.

The first and second one produced wonderfully loud booms, the third one I must have packed wrong and it set the surrounding area on fire after leaving a crater, the fourth one was also packed wrong and launched itself into the sky with no explosion, just a trail of fire.... Good times.

Also went down to Rainbow springs to go swimming. The water was great, as usual. Took a picture of the waterfall with the camera phone... which isn't exactly the best picture ever taken but it gives you a sense of the surrounding area. My boy is the one on the right, the one on the left is his friend... our neighbor’s kid, and with this picture I do leave you now.

Bloody Phone Numbers

Ladies and Gents, I need your phone numbers ONCE AGAIN, why? because the brand spanking new phone that they sent me as a replacement for my other new phone isn't recognized by motorolla phone tools, so my backup of my phone numbers is ... worthless.

Please, if you can, send me an email with your first & last name with your px# and if it's your cell work or home number (include all the ones you want me to have) thanks.

Poll #753840 My Penis
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 12

My (harold3's) penis...

I've been reading about some funerals latley, and I've decided to write out some of my wishes.

First of all, I don't want to be cremated if at all possible... Just not my bag, however IF I must be cremated I want someone to put in a bag of marshmallows a pointy stick and a pack of kosher hot dogs (preferably hebrew national dinner franks, not for any religous reason, but because I like how they taste). (Hey, if I'm gonna burn I need a snack)

NOW, assuming I'm not cremated my first preference is to be buried at sea, tie a weight to my foot and drop me off somewhere in the deep. Make sure to rub me in bacon fat first though, that way it'll attract the biger carnivorous fish faster, think of my body as one large T.V. dinner for jaws.

If I can't be buried at sea, I'd preffer for my grave to be unmarked. It might be cool to be tossed down a piling during construction or something. Worse comes to worse donate my body to whomever is seeking bodies for hire. Stuff my corpse and put me on display at the smithonian or something. Make sure I'm naked though 'cause now that I'm alive if I run around naked I'll get put in jail for indecency, but when I'm dead and the product of a taxidermist's loving craft, my clothing free wang will be ART! People will rub it for good luck until my wang will be all smooth bright and shiney.... and seriously, people rubbing my wang well after I'm dead causes me to smile, maybe the taxedermist will even install a soap dispenser in it. Bukakke for hygene from beyond the grave!

Seriously though, be irreverant, do something oddball... hell stick a sign in my ass that says "Next Stop: Hell" and bury me in an asbestos suit. Dress me up as bobo the clown, set me up for photo ops on a park bench somewhere... but don't get all morbid and crying like.

I'm not some depressed kid thinking no one will miss me when I'm gone, I understand that one or two people might be all depressed and sad for a bit. I'm also aware that one or two people might dance an irish jig and declare that day a national holiday... but I digress. What I'm saying is that when I'm dead, have fun with it. Otherwise I'll be bored.... stiff.

The act of trusting another human being is an act of faith, not an act of reason. There is no human being on this planet that could be considered trustworthy by another if reason entered into the equation as is often claimed. Humans are unable to sense or otherwise determine the true motives and beliefs of another human being, therefore they posses insufficient evidence to make a reasoned judgement as to the trustworthiness of another. This does not, of course, preclude the act of faith; and indeed trust is all the more powerful and personal because it is (and can only be) based on faith alone. Those that believe their trust is based on logic and reason are deluded, oft to their own detrement, regardless of their claims otherwise. Unless, of course, these individuals have supernatural abilities beyond the normal ken of their fellow humans that allow them the insight and access to hard and indisputable evidence, at which point have they not evolved beyond humanity and therefore are no longer subject to this rule?

Delusions one might have that they believe to be rooted in indisputable and concrete fact are the most dangerous delusions that one could have, especially if the supposed evidence is not truly rooted in fact, but is rooted simply in emotion and intuition. Emotion and intuition serve humanity well, but mark me well on this, emotion and intuition are also the very building blocks upon which the most heinous evils and wrongs humanity has committed and has been the victim of are based upon.

While it would not do, nor is it advisable, for humanity to abandon emotional responses and reasoning (nor would it be possible short of major genetic tampering, and indeed maybe not even then.). It would go well for one to remember that their "gut instinct" is a dangerous and powerful thing that should be heeded only with careful examination, and with the understanding that it, and by extension you, can and will be wrong.

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these goods.

And in other news,not so large albino bald cincilas kidnap software engineer
and form a cult with him as their deity. Their spokesman was credit as
saying, and I quote "Squeek chir hisss hisss hisss" wich our resident
greenpeace activist/animal friend/translator has interpreted as "Die
inferior human parasites. The legion of fur shall have it's vengence upon
you! Our general, mother earth has devised a cunning yet animal friendly way
to dispose of your mongrel dog race."

This just in, greenpeace activist/animal friend/translator for a local news
network has been arrested for eating too many of ma mary jane's special
brownies.

Back to you bob.

And that is how it is, some fucked up shit.
*Snap Beeeoooooooooooooooooooppp!!!