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This is a rare cut and paste from The Black Table written by Crystal Kash Ligori

I really have no idea what people in other countries eat during summertime. I am sure they have the basics like hamburgers, watermelon, chips (or crisps for our friends the Brits). However, never have I experienced such a food travesty as summertime salads. Or what we as Americans call salads.

I mean, who the fuck thinks a salad has Jell-O in it? Or marshmallows? Or mayonnaise for that matter? Aren't salads primarily greenery? Ya know, vegetables and stuff? And why can't we just have normal singular foods? Corn on the cob. Potatoes. Apples. But, oh no, we feel the need to mix potatoes with 3 pounds of mayonnaise and add a handful of seasoning and then call it good. Or mix an equally hideous combination of fruit, nuts and mayonnaise and call it something we think sounds fancy like "Waldorf Salad".

It's revolting. I could do without spending my entire summer going to people's houses and not only having to decide what sick-o salad my roommates and I will bring, but then going through the line of food and divvying out different shades of mayonnaise mush on my little paper plate....

However, after a moment of pause, I feel the need to perhaps amend my dislike of the summer salad. I think I actually hate summer for the overzealous use of mayonnaise. I hate mayonnaise anyway. It takes like nothing, it's made from eggs and Germans eat it on french fries. And don't try and sway me with some lecture on the deliciousness of Miracle Whip or another fake knock-off version of mayo. It's gross, I hate it and it makes every summer eating event a nightmare for me.

Crystal Kash Ligori actually just hates Germans, not summertime salads at all.

Says Kunstler
"The public indeed may be losing its appetite for the Iraq project, but not for Nascar racing, fried chicken buckets, car trips to Six Flags, and round-the-clock air conditioning. What shock of recognition will flash across the TV screens when the connection is finally made that keeping all these things going is why we're in Iraq?"

Kunstler, you know best don't you? All of us mouth breathers are going to spend the fourth of July watching racing, driving to places we don't need to go like WalMart. Maybe we'll go there and get a Dale Earnhardt blow up chair to sit in while drinking Miller Lite in the back yard. Don't forget the fried chicken, which must be the reason were at war right?

Unless that "shock of recognition " is tattooed across the tits of the next American Idol, you can pretty much figure that nobody will notice. The most conservative estimates have us in oil for the next 50 years, and I will be dead by then so why worry. I am confident that some smart kid will defy the shitty public school educational process and develop some way to get hydrogen from water with fusion generated electricity. Petro-based energy will go the way of coal. 

You do the worrying for me okay, and next weekend to celebrate your chicken little predictions on oil, I'm going to fill the tank of one of my motorcycles, and use it instead of my 14 mpg Chevy Suburban to make a discretionary 300 mile trip, of course I am going to drive so fast that it doubles my fuel consumption. I'll kick the door of any Prius I blow by or anything with a Kerry sticker on it.  I'm going to eat a heart stopping serving of fried chicken (cooked in oil) along the way but I won't be alone. I am but one of the  common, mundane, mindless, simple-like robots, as defined in your pseudo-intellectual elitist mind. Unfortunately for you, I am not a "meaningless construct" but flesh and blood, and like million of others Americans are shiting and pissing and breeding and going to church and consuming stuff and buying Shania Twain crap like CD's with a ton of non-degradable plastic packaging. We are going to fill the sewers with excrement from the fried chicken we founder ourselves on and top off the landfills with disposable diapers and plastic water bottles until there is not even a place for erudite geniuses like yourself to stand on one foot. Hopefully you will topple over into the ocean and you can wash up on the shore of Russia or Norway and live out your socialist utopia.     

I came across a blog of a journalist - I will not call him names, I will not debate his positions - it's already been said. What I will do is use him to define a subset of American Culture, the American Parasite.

The American Parasite lives off the wealth and prosperity created by the work ethic of it's host. So easy has life been for the American Parasite, he comes to resent the host, guided by a misconception that sustenance so easily achieved must be the product of greed and scams, when in truth, it was a path prepared by the American Producer consisting of generations of those who toiled relentlessly. Sweat, blood and faith turned our savannas to farms, our ore to skyscrapers, and vanquished and rebuilt our enemies.

The American Parasite hates America, it's power and it's influence, the very things that have made life so easy for it. The only way for the American Parasite to resolve the guilt of being the beneficiary of that which it has not earned, is to project it's self loathing upon the nation state protecting ability of producers to sustain the benifit.

The American Parasite enjoys the protection and comfort of our country while criticizing the daily individual and independent effort of millions of citizens that provide and sustain it. The fatal flaw of the American Parasite is believing our nation's prosperity is being controlled and owned by few when it in fact belongs to many. This is the big secret. Our country works because the wealth is so decentralized and free flowing. If it ever got off the nipple long enough, the American Parasite would take notice of the hoards of foreigners that come to this country with nothing and establish themselves in our society within two generations. Why bother coming here if they could do it at home? They can't.

Not only does the American Parasite ride the coat tail of our economy, the also place a drag on our Nation's social advancement, diluting the definition of marriage, family and the debasement of the American Christianity. The self serving desire to gain acceptance for the self destructive behaviors is more important than any larger social cost imposed on our nation.

Our economic freedom is the foundation of the rest of our freedoms, but real freedom is not what the American Parasite wants. What the American Parasite wants is to be like other American Parasites because these people lack confidence in themselves and find comfort in the safe corners of social acceptance. The language they use is a window into their fragile convictions, for example "pro-abortion" becomes "pro-choice" and "racial quotas" become "affirmitive action".  

In a free country where you can hold and express an unpopular belief, why should you have to hide behind a euphemism? If freedom within a democracy isn't being able to say exactly what you mean, win hearts and minds and mold our government to be an insturmrnt by and for the people, then what is it?  

American Parasites want to tell us (as indirectly as possible) what to eat, what to drive, what to wear, what to say and what to think. So detached is the American Parasite from the battle for freedom, there is a inability to recognize when it is threatened.

For example, what is a greater threat, 300 dedicated jihadists released from US custody in Cuba, or a government clerk looking at public library records? My credit card has a deeper reach into my private life than any library card I ever had, is the American Parasite up in arms about it? Where is the sense of proportion?

There is an American Culture. We are a very young nation, and like a teenager with a green mohawk and a pierced eyebrow, we are little strange to bring to the family reunion, however we have earned our place at the table. A little uncivilized maybe, strange looking and misunderstood at times, but in general a good kid. We got a good thing going here, and its worth fighting and dying for. My culture is walking a field upwind with a fall breeze sweeping over golden husks of corn and a dog at my side. My religion is the entire vastness and beauty of our country. I am always amazed how many great people I meet when I travel here, in bars, at work, to meet a stranger and learn about them and share a good laugh. This is my American culture. I've lived in another country, speaking another language and I know the difference.
 
If some moron wants to lie prostrate on a rug five times a day and moan gibberish at a loud speaker (or else....) as a means of advancing his culture, that's his pussy, backassward problem. He does not achieve de facto equivalency of culture, it must demonstrate it's superiority to my culture. Men have clashed for six million years for food, land and resources and I'm not here by accident, of course neither are they. At this split second in the existence of man, we are witnesses to the destruction of a disfunctional culture, from the looks of things, my culture is winning. 

If some turd wants a wife who can't drive a car (and he can't afford one anyway), or he beats her as a sport to diffuse his feelings of economic impotence or he needs a identity so he files an airplane with 300 innocents into the office building our nation's military or economic core, I don't care if he has a WMD or a BVD or IUD, he is standing in the way of me and the way I want to live. Islam in the form being practised by many today is a cultural and spiritual dead end, but it's not my dead end. If I have to choose between them and me, it's them and don't around wait for an apology.

I don't need to rationalize or intellectualize about the value of Islam or what freedom is. Freedom for me is living in a country where it's not raining airplanes. Freedom for me is not having hold my pants up while running through an airport with my shoes in my hand because of security issues. Freedom for me is less of you in my life and less of me in yours.

Here's a definition of freedom from an American Parasite....

"the term freedom is a meaningless abstraction apart from institutions, concepts, and procedures designed to insure social justice, namely things like due process of law, separation of powers, sanctity of property, public safety, a consensual notion of the public interest, et cetera."

So this American Parasite thinks that institutions, and concepts and et cetera is the source of freedom? If this guy was one of our founding fathers, the "don't tread on me flag would have looked like this.

Keep up the good work Jim. If the jihadists ever get the upper hand, you'll be the first to go.

It's finally motorcycle season here in the Great White North and I have been busy getting some broken fiberglass pieces assembled to resemble motorcycle race body work. This means that you take the good plastic off your bike and replace it with this eggshell thin fiberglass stuff that can be repaired.

I bought my race bodywork on Ebay from a fucking prick who said it just needed "a little work".

Yes, that is if your idea of a little work is taking fiberglass impressions of the recessed attachment points from your original factory bodywork and trasfering those to the multiple torn out holes in your newly accquired "slightly scratched" bodywork. I hope we can get on the same track someday and see how sturdy my repairs are when I stuff the newly rebuilt,  two wheeled Boston Whaler where your apex was supposed to be.

Unlike the jerkoff who sold it to me (WERA NE #698), I give a shit about my bikes and even a throwaway Japanese motorcycle that I take only to the track will have bodywork that does not look like it has painted over boogers all over it. Yea, it's only race plastics but if I chuck it down the track, I'm gonna look sharp when I do it. I guess that's what a Japanese bike is really good for anyway.

Although I like my speen exactly where it is above my beer gut and behind my vodka pickled liver, I still like doing a track day now and again to get a little fast riding in ohne Grenze.

Here I am pretending I am "The Doctor" when in truth I ride more like "The Janitor". By the way, if anyone at my life insurance company is reading this, this is a "NON COMPETITIVE EVENT".

Anyway pal, I hope I see you soon. I'd like to break, um I mean shake your hand. 

So I find myself again at the worst of the two big box hardware stores that have wiped out all of the places where men could have sought an hour of peace and normalcy on a Saturday morning. The Home Depot and I have a love/hate relationship. Last December, no rock salt. Spring comes – sprinkler system parts out of stock and nothing is even blooming in Detroit yet so when was the big sprinkler system rush? Home Depot has a lot of cool tools but there is also a lot of shit clogging up the middle of the store getting in my way that has no business in a real man’s hardware store like curtain rods, mini washing machines and electric blinker things that you can use instead of a highway flares.

 

Isn’t anything sacred? First off, if your tire goes flat at night and you have to wait on the roadside for the hour and a half before the AAA guy shows up, can’t a guy at least light up a few highway flares. Flares have that cap with the sandpaper on it to strike the flare like a huge match. You can stare at the thing burning which maybe damages your retinas so I’d have a few beers first. It’s the little joys in life that are being taken from us real men. It won’t be long before Greenpeace or the insurance industry outlaws flares after some 60 Minutes expose on flare safety (is that show still on?). If you haven’t lit up a flare recently, get some beer and some flares and then tell me they aren’t cool. Battery powered flare substitute? Why not just pull on some pantyhose and put on some lipstick and mascara for the tow truck driver and turn on your little “C-cell” warning device and proclaim to all motorists “I’m a helpless little bitch with a battery operated warning device – run into my ass!”.

 

So I am paying for my stuff and this big fat blob in an orange apron takes my credit card, sneezes on it, and hands it back. No apology, no “sorry”, just hands it back to me. It’s not the first time it has happened to me. Are people so rude these days they feel it’s alright to be sick and blow their germs all over all over something that isn’t theirs and hand it back. Is a credit card now common property like a public toilet seat?

 

Next time at the Home Depot can I pull my pants down, shove the credit card in my crack, turned around and say “Here’s my card buddy!”? Can I cough all over my money before I pay?

 

Home Depot – tell your sick cashiers to stay home.  

I was about to get my hair cut at Bud's Barber Shop, and a young man was getting his hair cut before going off to Ranger School (I know, what's the point - your first Army haircut is free, see what I mean by naive?), presumably at Ft. Benning, GA. I looked at this kid with nary a whisker on his clear baby face and my inner monolog wanted to scream, "KID DON'T DO IT!" Why? Because the liberal suckasses in our government would gladly let our boys die for political expediency or throw them in the brig for shooting some Iraqi piece of crap. They hung this decorated Ranger, who earned a Bronze Star among other medals, out to dry. Now he is a convicted felon.

The soldier shot a terrorist in the head as a act of mercy after he was told by his medic that the terrorist would not survive a head injury sustained after crashing his getaway car. The terrorist was thought to be involved in transporting radical cleric Muqtada al-Sadr.

This soldier was known to have been shot in the shoulder by an Iraqi man who confused him for a thief. He let the man avoid prosecution.

 

WIESBADEN, Germany (AP) - A military court on Thursday found a U.S. Army tank company commander guilty of charges related to the shooting death of a wounded Iraqi last year.

Capt. Rogelio "Roger" Maynulet, a 30-year-old from Chicago, stood at attention as the verdict was read. The charge - assault with intent to commit voluntary manslaughter - carries a maximum sentence of 10 years in prison.

The court was to reconvene later Thursday to consider Maynulet's sentence.

Prosecutors had sought a conviction on a more serious charge of assault with intent to commit murder, which carries a 20-year maximum.

Prosecutors said Maynulet violated military rules of engagement by shooting a man who was wounded and unarmed. Maynulet, 30, maintained that the man was gravely wounded and that he shot him to end his suffering.

Maynulet's 1st Armored Division tank company had been on patrol near Kufa on May 21, 2004, when it was alerted to a car thought to be carrying a driver for radical cleric Muqtada al-Sadr and another militiaman loyal to the Shiite cleric.

"He was an enemy insurgent, there is no question - (but) when they are out of battle they are still people. Maybe my mistake is that I knew the Iraqi people as people," said Maynulet, who was deployed in Iraq for 15 months. "I may have projected myself on that Iraqi. I didn't want to be in his state, and if I was in his state, I hope someone affords me the same dignity."

If this guy had shot a soccer stadium full of Iraqi wifebeating lowlifes I would not really care. These guys would die to protect your rights and your freedom but we just sit around and let them get fed to the wolves because some asshole can't stop his car and put his hands in the air. Let's second guess every little accident because we need to appease liberal fucks that have infiltrated the U.S. Army.  Fuck this war already - it is time to come home because the real enemy is US ! I say let the terrorist bring the war to US soil and those of us with guns and balls become militant and fend for ourselves and our families. All of the pacifist, liberal assholes can let themselves be exterminated.

 

Girls, take a piece of advice from me. Never, never, never trust a man with a mullet. Reminds me of a Guns and Roses song, possible playing in Mr. Mullet's 1986 Z28 with the totally bitchin T-tops and "Realistic" brand sub woofer under the self-tinted rear hatchback glass........

(Historical note to younger readers born in the 80's - Despite what you might see today on VH1 Classics, this is not how everyone dressed and did their hair in the Eighties, A cheese ball was just as obvious then as a cheese ball today. I know, I lived through it. If I sound like a classist, it is because I am. Take it away Axl !!)

I used to love her,
but i had to kill her
I used to love her,
but i had to kill her

I had to put her, six feet under
and I can still hear her complain

I used to love her, (whoa yeah)
but I had to kill her
I used to love her, (oooo yeah)
but I had to kill her

I knew I'd miss her,
So I had to keep her
She's buried right in my backyard
(whoa yeah)
(whoa yeah)
(whoo-oo yeah)

I used to love her,
but I had to kill her
I used to love her, (whoa yeah)
but i had to kill her

She bitched so much,
she drove me nuts
And now we're happier this way, alright
(whoa yeah)
(whoa)
(whoo-oo yeah)

I used to love her,
but I had to kill her
I used to love her(ooooh yeah)
but I had to kill her

She bitched so much,
she drove me nuts
and I can still hear her complain yeah-eeeah