Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days of auld lang syne?
And days of auld lang syne, my dear,
And days of auld lang syne.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days of auld lang syne?

And ther’s a hand, my trusty friend,
And gie’s a hand o’ thine;
We’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

Asked if he’s concerned that the new song—which asks such biting questions as “How much oil is one human life worth?” and “How much is a liar’s word worth?”—might cause a backlash with conservative country music fans, Nelson said, “I sure hope so. I don’t care if people say, `Who the hell does he think he is?’ I know who I am.”

Yes, Willard, I know who you are too....yep.

What Ever Happened To Peace On Earth

There’s so many things going on in the world
Babies dying
Mothers crying
How much oil is one human life worth
And what ever happened to peace on earth

Hey, Willie, I’ve got 2 SUV’s in my household, you have any other way to replace the internal combustion engine at a reasonable price, I’m all ears.

We believe everything that they tell us
They’re gonna’ kill us
So we gotta’ kill them first
But I remember a commandment
Thou shall not kill
How much is that soldier’s life worth
And whatever happened to peace on earth

I also remember that Mama’s shouldn’t let their babies grow up to be tired old hackneyed hippie doofuses who have done nothing but let their pony-tails get longer and stringier

And the bewildered herd is still believing
Everything we’ve been told from our birth
Hell they won’t lie to me
Not on my own damn TV
But how much is a liar’s word worth
And whatever happened to peace on earth
So I guess it’s just
Do unto others before they do it to you
Let’s just kill em’ all and let God sort em’ out
Is this what God wants us to do

Well, at least you got that last part right...now get back to your bong hippie.

Now you probably won’t hear this on your radio
Probably not on your local TV
But if there’s a time, and if you’re ever so inclined
You can always hear it from me
How much is one picker’s word worth
And whatever happened to peace on earth

Maybe we won’t hear it because it’s a bunch communist clap-trap nobody wants to listen to, hmm, wonder how big of a market the John Q. Proletariat has in this country? John Q. Public probably kicked it’s ass long ago.

But don’t confuse caring for weakness
You can’t put that label on me
The truth is my weapon of mass protection
And I believe truth sets you free

And eradicating those who would kill everyone in the world, including you Willie (for probably being an unkempt hippie no doubt), just because we don’t believe in their particular brand of religion is MY weapon of mass protection you ganja smelling rag doll.

**Despite the current stronghold on the Democratic ticket by Howard Dean, a true darkhorse will come in and steal the Donk nomination away from Dr. Dean. This candiate will evoke memories of courageous Donk candidates such as Michael Dukakis and Walter Mondale...oh you know who I’m talking about: Dennis Kucinich. Fear Ends. Hope Begins. Amen Dennis, amen. Hope for another four years of Dubya. I presume.

**The Minnesota Vikings will NEVER win a Super Bowl. EVER.

**Another earthquake will occur in Iran and kill even MORE people than in Bam. And yet, the Mullahs will still continue to pursue their nuclear aspirations and still deny their people basic freedoms. Oh yeah, and won’t let the Jews help out again and will still tell us to basically F-off despite us trying to give them aid. My sympathy with them will sink to new lows.

**Related to the previous, students will finally have a massive up-rising in Iran, kicking the Mullahs out and will for once, be able to listen to Winger, Steelheart and Night Ranger to their hearts content.

**Scientists will discover new and wonderful ways to deal with little fugly cockroaches that seem to pop on various blogs around the internet. These cockroaches are peculiar in the fact they have no lives and they aimlessly roam in a vain attempt to show their intellect. But it’s hard for them to do so, since their puny brains are geared more for coloring books or rudimentary color-forms. And considering their severely feebled brain capacity, it’s hard not to feel sorry for them. But they are cockroaches and luckily, most people will just stomp them with the back of their shoe and just move on. Quickest way to deal with them I suppose.

** The combined payrolls of the New York Yankees, New York Mets, L.A. Dodgers, Texas Rangers and the Boston Red Sox will approach $615 million, an amount that puts them on par with the GDP of Djibouti. And despite all that cash, none of them will win the World Series in 2004.

**Michael Moore will lose 40 pounds, only to gain back 100 pounds, half of which is contained in vast amounts of food particles contained within his ever expanding scruffy beard.

**And finally, The Simpsons will continue on until an 18th season. They better, dammit. Otherwise there’s nothing for me to watch on regular TV then.

Let’s see, let’s use 2002 data (since 2003 isn’t available)

Arkansas has 48,500 farms, covering 14.6 million acres (42.9% of the state).
Connecticut has 3,900 farms, covering 360,000 acres (10.1%).
Illinois has 76,000 farms, covering 27.7 million acres (74.7%).
Massachusetts has 6,000 farms, covering 560,000 acres (8.3%).
Missouri has 107,000 farms, covering 29.8 million acres (66.8%).
New York has 37,000 farms, covering 7.6 million acres (21.8%).
North Carolina has 56,000 farms, covering 9.1 million acres (26.4%).
Vermont has 6,600 farms, covering 1.34 million acres (21.8%).

So Howard Dean thinks he is the only one “from a farming state”?

Of the eight, his state ranks 6th (making him 7th among the nine candidates) in total farming acreage, but only ties for 5th in percentage of acreage used. You get rid of the dairy cows, and what kind of farms do they have? Sugar maples? Apples?

Just chalk it up as another thing that Bush will spank him with all of next year…

On that Friday morning, I blogged about that earthquake. And I use blog loosely, since I still consider myself still learning. And since I don’t blog a certain way, I’m sure that’s another reason why one of the pests had a burr up his ass and was sitting pretty on his high horse.

Anyway, my first couple of reactions were simple: Someone was going to blame Bush for this earthquake (joking of course) and how in the world did a 6.3 magnitude earthquake cause so much damage? Moreover, how did at least 10,000 people die because of this earthquake (the estimate at that time)? Iran is not some newbie country, they’ve had THOUSANDS of years to make things better. But they’ve chosen to keep their people’s freedom locked away and refused to modernize. Hell, even Iraq has modernized somewhat. My second reaction was related to that; without knowing the history of Bam, I was puzzled as to how all the housing and other building just crumbled and caused so much devastation.

How long before some vegetable-stand dictator comes out and claims George W. Bush was responsible for the 6.3 earthquake in Iran.This apparently killed 10,000 people. Ten-Thousand people. WTF? What do you people do in the Middle East; build your housing out of saliva and your fecal remains? How many people died during the 6.5 magnitude quake in California the other day? Less than 10,000 I think.

Then, I made the fateful (to some people) decision to update my post. And I assume this is what the pest glommed onto.

*Update*- Seeing the video of the aftermath, the people around the area look like they’ve been coached their entire lives. I know it’s tragic when 10,000 people die, but my cynicism of Middle East culture makes me not even believe some of the reactions.

Do you see me mocking the deaths of the Iranians in this paragraph? My intention was and always has been that I felt the reactions of the first mourners felt contrived. They see camera and instantly, they go into full moan and wail mode. I’ve never seen people in our country react like that...whenever a tragedy happens here; people aren’t worried about that sort of thing. They’re more worried about the people, more than anything else and don’t have time to howl in front of a camera.

To finish the paragraph:
There’s a scruffy looking man wailing away with his hands, almost mashing his head. I just don’t believe it. It looks contrived to me. It’s reminiscient of the Palestinians reactions to car bombs, wherein they seem to take glee in picking out the body parts out of the car or wherever they find them. My empathy with you people is next to nothing.

To continue my one thought, the wailers and bawlers irritated me. Don’t sit there and parade in front of a camera. Help look for survivors, do whatever you can. I’ve had the same visceral reaction whenever something happens between the Israelis and the Palestinians. The Paleos invariably go crazy whenever a car blows up and huge crowds gather around and almost gleefully pick body parts out and show them in front of a waiting video camera. They’re sick like that. And yes, considering Iran can’t allow the Jews to offer help, my sympathy is low right now. Why do that? Why now? Especially when they could us ALL the help they can get.

And then, the pest linked to my post. His readers labeled me as sick, an asshole...yadda-yadda-yadda. Like I said, jump to conclusions. However, what I took umbrage with was the idea that I was some sort of coward and that I came back and (or would in their eyes) edited my post. I don’t edit them based on reactions. I merely *update* them based on timeliness and breaking news. So the pest and his troll buddies felt the need to mock me, call me the aforementioned coward, all based on a lie or simple a perception they had in their head.

You know the pests I think, little Geoffrey and Guido, they are a tag-team duo around here. Guido, the miscreant troll, thought he had some sort of right to shit on Drum’s site here and that we shouldn’t do anything about that. Teach us a lesson is what he called it. Funny thing was that Geoffrey was defending Guido, which always made me crook up my eyebrow. Going to Geoffrey’s site, you probably would understand that Guido was also (most likely I think) a person named Gordon, who frequents Geoff’s site. And so began the shitstorm.

As an aside, I added this, just to torque them off some more...trust me, I don’t wish for ponies, bunnies and cats to die...mehehe..
**New Update**- I also wish for a plague upon cute fuzzy bunnies, hope that all little ponies keel over & die and yes, I also hope for all the widdle pussy-cats to be skinned alive and we use their fur to make the cutest fur coats.

Long story short: I made a post about the Iran earthquake. I wondered how such a devasting amount of destruction could happen during an earthquake with a magnitude less than the one that happened in California, not too long before the Bam earthquake. My initial reaction to seeing the video was that of irritation, since it seemed contrived to me and I was tired of seeing those types of antics. The moaners and wailers were the proverbial boys who cried wolf...enough. It doesn’t work with me anymore. Too many of you danced with glee on 9/11 I might add. I’m NOT dancing with glee, nor mocking the deaths of ANY Iranians.

As for Geoff, you and some of your buddies can kiss my ass. You can call me names, you can mock me and you can say “bad” things about me. I’m a man; I take whatever you guys dish out. However, when you accuse me of doing something I do not do (edit my posts based on reactions from people to suit me), I call bullshit on you jags. You took what was happening here and tried to bring it over to Right-Thinking. And yet again, Guido/Gordon pulled out his tried and true tactic of impersonating others. Pathetic little weasel of a man...very loose term for you jacko. You’re nothing but a clinker, a small fleck of crap hanging onto to some hair on the ass of life.