America is NOT one faith!

I'm sick of hearing crap like this from supposed American patriots: 

"Palin said a majority of Americans prefer 'American foundational values illustrated and displayed on Christmas cards and on a Christmas tree.' With regard to the card, she added, 'It's just a different way of thinking coming out of the White House.'"

..... Which Americans, Sarah? The ones only YOU relate to? Millions of Americans (that's AMERICAN CITIZENS) aren't Christian but celebrate this time of year according to beliefs that pre-date Christmas by thousands of years. The White House represents US as well as YOU because WE are Americans, too!

We're supposed to come together in PEACE and HARMONY, but I guess to some Christians, Christmas just means further dividing our country and disrespecting those who aren't carbon copies.

Furthermore, it's a beautiful card and is in no way the first like it. (Yes, I just complimented Obama. I love the card, regardless of who did it. It's heartwarming and beautiful and very nice work by the photographer.)

Get off your attention-whore pedestal, idiot, and do us all a favor and leave the leopard print back in the 20th century where it belongs. Or, I don't know, on the leopards.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/12/21/sarah-palin-obama-white-house-holiday-card_n_1163055.html?ref=fb&src=sp&comm_ref=false

The Little Red Hen of Marriage

We've all heard the story of The Little Red Hen (http://www.schoolexpress.com/storytime/redhen.html). It's a children's story to teach responsibility, helping neighbors, and earning what you get in life. Well, I think it needs some revision to best suit us adults, so here we go (this is copyrighted property of ME and no permission to re-post):

Once upon a time, a little red hen was sitting at home bored while her husband, the cock, worked and met with friends. Later that afternoon over the hot dinner she had lovingly prepared, she said, "Will you take me out on a date?"

The cock sighed and said, "I'm too tired," so the hen smiled and considerately didn't ask again.

A few days later, while looking through old photo albums from her childhood and reminiscing about trips with her family, she came across a collection of vacation pamphlets she had saved in the hopes of some day going with her husband. When he returned from his flight abroad to a country she'd wished for so long to see, she asked, "My husband, will you take me to one of these wonderful places I have always wanted to see? For we have never been on a vacation, not even a honeymoon."

The cock barely bothered to look at what she held in her wing then walked on by and said, "It's too much money."

Looking downward sadly, the little red hen said nothing more. Money was always an issue, although others who had less somehow found the time and means to enjoy life more than she.

Remembering her husband's concerns over money, and still wanting very much to have a little of his time that he made for his job and others, the little red hen pulled out games that had become dusty and somewhat moldy from years of neglect. After her husband had a good dinner and was well rested from the day, the little red hen said, "Husband, look what I have found! Would you like to play a game like we used to so long ago?" 

The cock, without shifting his gaze from the show on TV, sighed deeply and replied, "Maybe later." But the little red hen knew "later", as always, would never come. 

Days went by and when the little red hen was quite sure her husband had eaten well, was rested, had no need to awaken early for work, and was doing nothing what-so-ever of importance, she crept into their bed and tried to snuggle against him. As usual, he shifted to the side and turned away. Once again, she moved closer and this time, tried to kiss him and entice him into making love to her.

Impatiently, the cock grunted, "I'm tired. It's late. Maybe tomorrow," then moved over even more and covered himself tightly. The little red hen knew, however, that "tomorrow" was like "later" and as always, would never come.

The little red hen tip-toed quietly out of the room and into her thinking place where the cock could not see or hear. There, she cried from all of the pain in her heart and loneliness in her soul. Hours later, she had finally cried herself to sleep and awoke in the morning with swollen eyes and a hole in her heart. She knew he would never feel for her the way she felt for him, and so began a new plan for her future and for the happiness she knew she deserved.

One day, while the cock was stretched out napping from a day of doing absolutely nothing with his wife, there was a knock upon the door. Just as he was getting up to answer it, his wife bounded across the room - a smile lighting up her face and dressed in the prettiest thing he had ever seen. As the door flew open, a handsome rooster stood waiting with flowers cascading across his well-groomed wing and a broad grin widening upon his beak at the presense of the hen before him.

"What's going on?!" Demanded the cock, standing rigid and angry and quite confused.

The little red hen turned toward the cock and replied, "This is my date. He's taking me on a cruise to a glorious little island on one of those brochures I tried to show you. There are no phones or computers, so you won't be able to reach me even if you wanted to acknowledge me for once. We will be spending all of our time playing those games that have gathered dust and cobwebs and making love beneath the warm sun and starlit sky. Don't wait up for me, for when I return, I shall be too tired to talk and too happy with my new love to even know you are around."

As the little red hen revealed all to her husband, his eyes became wide in anger and his blood boiled with jealousy over this rooster who dared give the little red hen the attention the cock never did. "If you walk out that door," the cock growled, "I'll divorce you!"

The little red hen only smiled sweetly and replied, "The divorce papers are on the bed. All they need is your signature." And then she was gone.

Moral of this story: If you and your cock don't appreciate your wife, someone else and their cock will.

Moron #22: The Designers of We Rule

In the event you are not a gamer on such platforms as the iPhone, iPod, or iPad, "NGMOCO :)" is a very familiar gaming company that puts out gaming apps for such i-devices. It was recently purchased by none other than Zynga, which is a gaming corporation known throughout Facebook and online gaming communities to carry viruses, malware, and the like.

From the very day Zynga's purchase of NGMOCO :) was made official (December 2, 2010), weird things started happening in their We Rule Quest game: in-app purchases that required very real cash instead of the "play money," the odd disappearances of comments calling their business practices into question, and more recently, buildings that have nothing to do with the game theme but greatly resemble Islamic expansionism.

Now, I'm not really interested in their crappy way of doing business, no matter how underhanded it is. "Buyer beware" isn't a mantra pulled out of someone's ass for the hell of it, and if you can't reasonably determine the pros and cons of a company and make an educated decision to stay away from the naughty ones, that's your problem.

What DOES concern me and should concern everyone is this new intrusion of Islam into a game that is supposed to be about Medieval Europe.

Okay, to be fair I should point out that they, also, recently introduced a Roman Coliseum and Greek God temples. What should be noted, however, is that these introductions came swiftly after Zynga's acquisition and very closely follows the practice of grooming the consumer to accept queer changes that make no sense at first but then seem quite fine after public relations representatives step in to sugar coat the discrepancies.

How do they do this? With planted comments by fake gamers who just "looooove" the new item and share images of the items in their cleverly constructed kingdoms. These comments target the lonely gamer, whose only justification for existing comes from the acceptance of other gamers. This gamer reads these reviews, sees the attention the reviewer suddenly receives (by other planted employees), then rushes to buy one of his own so he, too, has a pretty kingdom to share.

Before you know it, they throw in this ("Observatory" is what they call it and this is their description):

 

I was sent this story by someone who I will not name with screen shots of their own comments regarding the MOSQUE. Those comments that were made in several locations on the official Facebook We Rule page have strangely disappeared, as have the comments of a player arguing that it looked nothing like a mosque (removing the initial comment to cover your ass means, also, removing any reply referring to the now missing critical comment). 

Hmmm ... Well, here are just a few of the images of mosques I found in less than one minute surfing the net:

Sure, chief. Looks nothing at all like a mosque *coughbullshitcough*.

How about we take a look at some photos from around the world of REAL ancient observatories:

Yeah, that We Rule observatory looks just like an ancient observatory and nothing like a mosque. Color me embarrassed!

Let's take another look at how the ..."observatory" is described in the game, shall we?

"Chart the stars over your realm"

Now that we can clearly see it IS a mosque, one has to wonder why the company insists upon calling it an observatory, treating it like an observatory, and deleting any comments suggesting it is anything but an observatory.

Hey! Just for shits and giggles, let's see how big this "observatory" is. I mean, it can't be too large since astronomy was more of a tool and not worshiped back in the middle ages with grand exhibits, and not too many shrines were built to house ancient astrology.

(Screen shot of an actual kingdom found in We Rule.)

Holy crap, that's big!  It's almost as big as the Ruby Citadel, which is one of the largest "castle" units offered in the game. Why, it's even larger than the Roman Colosseum (round item found at bottom right), which people complained was too big at the time it came out (oddly enough, said people haven't breathed a word about the size of this ... "observatory." Then again, I'm remembering other comments criticizing it quickly disappearing.).  It is the largest structure in the game, coming very near to dwarfing the castle. 

If anyone still cannot see that this is a mosque, I urge you to kill yourself now for the good of our species' evolution. You're too damned stupid to breathe our air, much less carry on your genes!

I think what really gets me going about this is that it comes on the heels of the mega mosque being built at the feet of Ground Zero. It never ceases to amaze me how completely batshit stupid people can be when the facts are there before them.

Let's say you still can't see the forest for the trees and are still skipping through the cotton candy fields of your delusional mind. At the end of the debate, the questions remain: Why do any comments inquiring about it's resemblance to a mosque disappear? Why does it look more like a mosque than an actual ancient observatory? And why do they refuse to call it what it obviously is?

Moron #21: GUTLESS MILITARY OFFICIALS

(SEE PREVIOUS POST)

Moron #21 is a collective of the Navy officials who have chosen to throw CAPT Owen Honors under the PC bus in lieu of, you know, STANDING BY A DISTINGUISHED OFFICER! (story is here)

It isn't all that common for an XO to have such great rapport with his crew, but the majority of these men and women have always taken great pride in serving beneath him and to this day, defend his actions with vehemence. I would like to know when the last time was that these higher-ups stepped foot on a ship for an actual deployment. How could they not remember what it's like? Or perhaps they are bureaucratical office bitches who never stepped foot off land!

In my 15 years as a Navy wife and 37 years as a sailor's daughter, I have seen time honored traditions get the ax because of whiners who regretted joining because they didn't realize they would actually have to work for their GI Bill-funded college education, because of politicians and lobbyists who never spent one day in the military, and because of a politically driven liberal media still touting the "Make love not peace" mantra based upon PCP-induced imaginings of a world in which our country needs no military presence. Every damned time, some military official in Washington has stabbed the people in his command in the back by sucking the liberal cock. And now THIS!

Now, our sailors and soldiers can't even JOKE with each other because some mamby pamby Obamatard back home wants to pretend this is the worst possible event in the history of mankind. And what do the Navy officials do? CAVE!!! They cave in to the demands of the very people seeking to destroy them!  These selfish assholes in charge of protecting military honor and traditions are only too happy to throw good service members to the wolves to make themselves look good! Are they really that fucking stupid?

When the hell did it become okay to bash our military at every fucking turn, much worse for military officials to ride shot gun on the bandwagon?!

Moron #20: PANSY ASS PC MILITARY HATERS

And this one goes out to all the politically correct fucktards who, in their infinite douchbaggery, have the unmitigated gall to raise hell over this INNOCENT military humor! Seriously, if you can't handle these kinds of jokes, you have a choice: DON'T FUCKING WATCH IT!

It's MILITARY HUMOR! It takes place on a Navy ship during long deployments to keep our men and women laughing and having fun while away from the comfort of their own home. You know, like the armchair warriors who think their 160 hour a week time spent playing Halo qualifies them to pass judgment on those dying to protect their liberal batshittery!

What this country needs is a civil war, one in which the anti-military crowd fights the military and the military families. It's the only way we'll get back to what is swiftly becoming our FORMER glory! What's that you say? Unfair advantage? No, my dear. I call that survival of the fittest!


I used to be neutral in the old political party arena. Still pretty much am but I'm more driven now to side with Republicans and Conservatives (even as crazy religious as some of them admittedly are). This is the kind of thing that justifies my political leanings. Here we are with military families on welfare and service members dying because they are ill-equipped because the Democrats continue to cut military funding, and these playful videos of sailors having a good time while 7 months out at sea are what the liberal media choose as news worthy.

Liberals, THIS is why we HATE you!!! You're the geek club of high school, never had a date for prom, wore clothes your mom picked out from her 10 year old Cosmo magazines, and were perpetually picked last for kickball. Go get your tray of hypo-allergenic foods and sit down in the corner by the trash cans so the cool kids don't have to look at you!

While our men and women are DYING to defend you worthless, gutless, thankless twats so you can bitch and moan about the real world everytime you get your ass handed to you on XBox, I and THOUSANDS like me will LAUGH at this video and all the others like them! Why? Because you do NOT dictate what I can and cannot think is funny, regardless of what you and your liberal, PC motivated main stream media believe!