Saturday, September 6, 2014

From Around The Blogs......and other wanderings.....


Feral Obamason's Attack White Couple In Missouri


Last Night There Was a Huge Cyber Attack on The US
(click on  http://map.ipviking.com/ to see live attacks)


Six Bears talks about Grid Threats


George Bush Talked About Iraq. He Was Damn Right


I think there are a few places that need this INTERVENTION


Blue wonders Why wouldn't you refuse to go easy?
(read the comment thread too)


Coop reminds me what time of year IT IS


CLASSIC MOVIE CLIP


♫♫  While surfing I had THIS  playing in the background  ♫♫


Enjoy your Caturday...




We've All Heard The Expression..."Phweeeew, That Was Close!"


Here is a fine example of that.....


Click on the picture of the metal rod:



http://www.webofentertainment.com/2014/09/man-almost-got-his-head-taken-off-6-pics.html

Kerry: Scripture Says U.S. Should Protect Muslim Countries Against Global Warming




Most of us already knew John was on the fringe, but now we know, he has "fully turned"! See the link for details.





Hey Irish, Does Anything Exciting Ever Happen At The Bunker?


 Why yes, sometimes things do.  Yesterday morning I was setting up tooling in the tool room when suddenly I saw movement out of the corner of my right eye. As I turn my head to look and my brain starts to acknowledge what I'm seeing, the little voice in my head says "What the F&$k?!"  The other voice said "Stand still and DON'T squeal like a little girl."  As I'm processing the info, said movement slowly walks behind the Kennedy tool box that I'm standing in front of then appears on the other side heading toward the orange CNC tool rack moving right to left along the wall.

 I fumble for my phone to grab a picture because it's 9:00am, I haven't been drinking (yet) and god knows no one will believe me. By the time I get the phone out, he disappeared into the little hole in the wall that you can see at the base of the orange cabinet. This crime scene photo is from this morning.






At this point, I'm saying "NOW what do I do?".  About 5 minutes later my neighbor in the industrial park walks in and I start telling him the story. He has a sheepish look on his face as I am speaking and seeing his reaction I start putting 2 and 2 together.

About 15 minutes before my encounter.......


SECEDE

Billboard near Macon, Georgia
Identical signs have also been seen in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, Tallahassee, Florida, and Montgomery, Alabama.
Borrowed from Brock's place

♫♫ The Sound Of Muzak ♫♫ Mid Morning Tune




Hear the sound of music
Drifting in the aisles
Elevator Prozac
Stretching on for miles

The music of the future
Will not entertain
It's only meant to repress
And neutralize your brain

Soul gets squeezed out
Edges get blunt
Demographic
Gives what you want

Now the sound of music
Comes in silver pills
Engineered to suit you
Building cheaper thrills

The music of rebellion
Makes you want to rage
But it's made by millionaires
Who are nearly twice your age

One of the wonders of the world is going down
It's going down I know
It's one of the blunders of the world that no-one cares
No-one cares enough

'Your cowardly lack of leadership has left a gaping hole'

From the Dailymail


One couple knows all too well the pain suffered by the parents of James Foley, the American photojournalist executed on camera last month by the Islamic State.
Billy and Karen Vaughn also lost their son Aaron Carson Vaughn in 2011, when the SEAL Team Six soldier's Chinook helicopter was shot down over Afghanistan.
Now the couple are calling on President Barack Obama to step down, citing his reaction to the Foley video and 'lack of leadership' in confronting ISIS.


What amazes me is the fact that his approval rating isn't in the single digits.
I realize there will always be sychophantic followers of losers I just can't believe
the amount of fellow citizens that don't see through what is happening.




 Here Is The Letter:

After finally choosing to view the barbaric, on-camera beheading by ISIS of freelance war correspondent James Foley, I have been left with a level of rage known only to those of us who have sacrificed unspeakable offerings on the altar of world peace.
My offering was my only son — Aaron Carson Vaughn. Aaron was a member of SEAL Team VI. He was killed in action when a CH47D Chinook, carrying thirty Americans and eight Afghans was shot down in the Tangi River Valley of Afghanistan on Aug. 6, 2011.
Many times over the past three years, I have been asked what drove my son to choose his particular career. What made him want to be a Navy SEAL? My answer is simple.
Aaron Vaughn was a man who possessed the courage to acknowledge evil. And evil, once truly acknowledged, demands response. Perhaps this is why so few are willing to look it in the eye. It is much simpler — much safer — to look the other way.
That is, unless you are the leader of the Free World.
As Commander-in-Chief, your actions — or lack thereof — Mr. President, cost lives. As you bumble about in your golf cart, slapping on a happy face and fist-pounding your buddies, your cowardly lack of leadership has left a gaping hole — not only in America’s security — but the security of the entire globe. Your message has come across loud and clear, sir: You are not up to this job. You know it. We know it. The world knows it.
Please vacate the people’s house and allow a man or woman of courage and substance to seize the reigns of this out-of-control thug-fest and regain the balance we, America, have provided throughout our great history.
Thanks to your “leadership” from whatever multi-million dollar vacation you happen to be on at any given moment, the world is in chaos. What’s been gained, you’ve lost. What’s been lost, you’ve decimated. You’ve demolished our ability to hold the trust of allies. You’ve made a mockery of the title “President.” And you’ve betrayed the nation for which my son and over 1.3 million others have sacrificed their very lives.
But this should come as no surprise, since your wife uttered a vile statement on Feb. 18, 2008, during the primary campaign — one that speaks volumes of your true convictions. “For the first time in my adult life, I am really proud of my country,” she said.
I am sure my deceased son thanks you for that, Mrs. Obama. Oh, and you’re welcome.
Never in my lifetime have I witnessed such despair and such growing fear that the world’s last best hope, America, has finally been dismantled. Perhaps the better word is transformed — fundamentally transformed. Come to think of it, it’s become difficult — if not impossible — to believe things haven’t gone exactly as you planned, Mr. President.
Amazingly, in five short years, your administration has lurched from one disaster to another. You spearheaded the ambitious rush to end the wars in both Iraq and Afghanistan — with no plan on how to do so effectively. Also, the release of “the Taliban five” in exchange for one American — without consulting Congress — is also on your shoulders.
You have been at the helm during unprecedented national security leaks — including, but not limited to the outing of SEAL Team VI on the Bin laden raid, the outing of the Pakistani doctor who provided the intelligence for that raid, the outing of Afghanistan’s CIA station chief, and the outing of your personal “kill list” to make you look tough. In addition, 75 percent of American deaths in Afghanistan and 83 percent of Americans-wounded-in-action have occurred on your watch, according to icasualties.org.
And now, we have this recent, heinous event: the beheading of an American citizen by a barbaric organization you foolishly referred to as “the JV team” in your statements to the New Yorker magazine in January.
You, sir, are the JV team. It’s time for you to step down and allow a true leader to restore our honor and protect our sons and daughters.
America has always been exceptional. And she will be again. You, Mr. President, are a bump in our road.

Well Call It An Irish Pub......


 I found this link from the comments on MISSK's Blog






There's a county map to go on the wall,
A hurling stick & a shinty ball,
The bric, the brac, the craic & all,
Lets call it an Irish pub,
Caffreys, Harp, Kilkenny on tap,
The Guinness pie & that cabbage crap,
The ideal wannabee Paddy trap,
We'll call it an Irish pub,

Whale, oil, beef, hooked! I swear upon the holy book,
The only 'craic' you'll get is a slap in the ear,
Whale, oil, beef, hooked! I'll up & burst yer filthy mug,
If you draw one more shamrock in me beer!

We'll raise the price o' beer a dollar,
We'll make em wear a shirt & collar,
We'll fly a bloody tri-colour,
And call it an Irish pub,
Jager bombs & double shots,
The underagers think its tops,
We'll spike the drinks & pay the cops,
We got us an Irish pub.

The quick one in the filthy bog,
The partin' glass across the lug,
O' the lady-O, the dirty dog,
We got us an Irish pub,
It's over to me and over to you,
We'll skip along the Avenue,
And who t'hell is Ronnie Drew?
We got us an Irish pub.

Plasma screens & neon lights,
Kara-farkin-oke nights,
The bouncers they can pick the fights,
We'll call it an Irish pub,
Plastic cups, a polished floor,
We'll hose the blood right out the door,
And let the knucklers back for more,
We got us an Irish pub,

Oh top o' the mornin', Garryowen,
Kiss me I'm Irish, Molly Malone,
Failte, Slainte, Pog ma thon,
We got us an Irish pub,
Spike the punch & strip the willow,
Strike me up the rakes o' Mallow,
The Liffey never ran so shallow,
We got us an Irish pub.

Welcoming a New Author to The Feral Irishman...


I would like to welcome Jeffery as a new poster at The Feral Irishman.

I'm sure some of you will recognize his name from the comments and or submittals

 here on my page as well as at other blogs.

  Welcome aboard Jeffery!