Posted on 01/01/2012 8:10:22 AM PST by Gen.Blather
I met some illegal Mexicans last night at a party. Several years ago I stayed with a couple of wonderful Mexican families in the Baja below California. These were well-off people. The homes, on average were beautifully tiled and some of them had mahogany inlaid walls, bookshelves and cabinetry that would cost a hundred-thousand dollars here. So, I’m guessing if they aren’t rich they’re very comfortable. The elderly not as well-off grandfather, while living in Mexico was receiving Social Security from the United States and owned a rent-free apartment in California which he used as his address to receive several forms of assistance checks from Californian agencies. He visited the apartment once a week to re-arrange things and make it looked lived in. He had a car, a Toyota Corolla that looked quite nice and had working air-conditioning. I gathered it was supplied as some form of assistance and he generally left it in California at the apartment. The apartment was about 1100 square feet and very livable. The grandfather told me most of entire complex, easily a 1000 units, were like him, on Californian assistance, but actually living in Mexico.
At the party were a couple of teenage boys from this family. Very nice kids. I’d be proud to have them as my own; diligent, hard working, trouble-free and much more adult than you’d expect from that age. They told me that they’d decided to go to high school in California instead of Mexico. They said that the (California) government gave them an apartment and they travel back to Mexico on the weekends. (I don’t know if they’re staying alone or if a family member is staying with them, but if I had to guess, they came alone.)
When I posted information on this family last time, Freepers angrily asked why I hadn’t reported them. Firstly, I was a well-treated guest. Secondly, this must be obvious to the casual observer. Even if I knew who to report it to in California, which I don’t, it is obvious that this is how it’s done. These people are only taking advantage of “benefits” put there for them. Not to avail themselves of these benefits would be like deciding not to take candy freely offered to you.
I can give you the page link to that one.
*cough*
I know the maniac who made that one.
Feel free to steal it for use whenever you feel like.
I was going through the Historic LOL images in the Build your own LOL and found taht image.
http://cheezburger.com/Dshere/lolz/View/5645266944
Also found that one.
*Hmm*
I was going to look at the ihazcheezebuger web site later. I was just making a note to myself to remember. Thank you for the offer.
Welcome!
The advanced lolbuilder is the better one to use if you feel like making one.
Tis’ true.
I think the Undead Thread runs off of gaffes.
It’s what we live for.
Keeps the humor rolling along.
LOL!
Hmm..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xIP41E4B-bI
The screens all blanked out, all readings dropped to zero.
“Critical damage. Medical assistance required immediately.” a computerized voice intoned in an unhurried, unemotional fashion as medical emergency alarms sounded.
Silash jumped from her seat.
“BUAIREAS!”
The activity in the room suddenly halted as everyone looked at the screens and the information they conveyed.
“We’re heading over now, grab your gear Marines.” The senior ranking combat rated soldier, First Lancer rank, motioned towards his men.
“Sir I can’t let you do it. The field is-” Ge’lar looked at the screens and did a double take.
“Go over there. And bring back-” Silash spoke shudderingly, “My son.”
“Ge’lar, what were you saying?” the First Lancer asked.
“-The inhibitor field is down by the computer core? That’s not right, when did it go down?” Ge’lar quickly checked the sensor history to see that the inhibitor went down the same time all data was lost from Buaireas.
“Go! Go! Go!” the First Lancer, Kirander by name, hustled everyone in his squad to the telepad as fast as he could.
“Secure this hall. Hirat, scout ahead and keep your eyes peeled.” Kirander followed slightly behind immediately after appearing in the maintenance halls.
Ge’lar was third, somewhat tied with the medic in their haste to get ‘upstairs’ and find out what happened.
The scene in the computer core was frightening to behold.
What once had been a beautifully styled central hub room with decorative glass and sound tiled ceilings now resembled the set of a horror movie.
Or a murder scene.
Glass shards lay strewn everywhere, cubicles were upended, crushed, smashed and displaced from their obvious prior locations.
Cables were torn from the floor.
Light fixtures dangled precariously from above, live wiring waiting to embrace the inattentive.
“Spread out.” Kirander gave several hand signals after that, and the team moved forward slowly.
The destruction was progressively worse the further they went towards the core itself.
Shortly they began to see spatters of blood.
Small droplets, then splashed ribbons, pieces of equipment and armor began to litter the path of destruction.
Some of the blood droplets quivered as the nanites they contained moved within the crimson splashes.
They entered the main room of the computer core, expecting to find unimagined horrors.
The core sat central to the room, a low squat tube with several attached terminals arrayed around it.
In view, just on the other side of the room from the single entry, a spot of concentrated debris marked where the fight ended.
One large nonhuman leg poked into view from the right hand side of the computer core central stud.
A faint gurgled cough was heard.
Kirander gave a hand signal to split and circle the room slowly, half the team moving left, the rest following him.
Kirander slowly slid around the computer core structure looking for danger.
Buaireas lay, back against the computer core and head titled down.
His lower lip was plit, he was missing a chunk fom his left ear, and a cut marred his right cheek.
His hands lay limply at his sides.
Were it not for the blood, one could mistake the pose for someone sleeping.
At Buaireas feet lay the crumpled form of his opponent, similarly beaten but still wearing an identity concealing helmet.
“General?” Ge’lar knelt next to Buaireas.
“It’s no use technitian, I’m not reading anything from him.” the medic tapped his datapad and frowned.
“Well rabbit, you beat me fair and square. You deserve to see and know who you beat.” everyone drew down on the source of the voice as the form at Buaireas feet spoke.
“Roll me over you fools and help me with my helmet.” a shaking enfeebled hand reached for the release points on the helmet.
“Sir?” Ge’lar looked at the First Lancer, and received a nod from Kirander.
Reaching over Ge’lar assisted the unknown soldier in rolling over and removing their helmet.
He looked over the anonymous form, some of Buaireas own blood had been splashed onto them.
The nanites probably were...
“Rabbit, open your eyes.” the face slowly came into view.
“I see you.” Buaireas opened one eye, unfocused as it was, and looked at his opponent.
“Rabbit, I am the best in this facility at what I do. You beat me. You gave as good as you got. If the rest of you are half as good, I fear for humanity.”
“We only want our families back.” Buaireas closed his eyes again.
“Rabbit, I am Seargent Demonia Arens. I never did get your name but I heard your friends here say you are a General.” his opponent turned her head to regard Kirander and Ge’lar.
“I am called Buaireas O’hAirmheadhaigh, Pooka. I-” his head slumped back to his chest
The medic, already trying to tend to his wounds, leaned back and looked him over.
“Seems he has nanites. I don’t know how he is even alive.” the medic seemed both pleased and alarmed by this.
“Through pure nastiness and obstinance Doc. Don’t touch that knife please.” Buaireas suddenly responded.
“Knife?”
“Knife.” Buaireas made a slight gesture with his fingers, pointing towards his back.
“OH knife!” the medic saw it as he leaned Buaireas forward slightly.
“Are they stable enough for transport Doc?” Kirander wanted to clear the area.
“No. But we have no choice.” upon hearing the news, Kirander instructed Ge’lar to continue subverting the mainframe as they prepped the two injured warriors for transport.
“Sir, there’s blood on the terminal.”
“..mine..” Buaireas faintly muttered.
“So that’s how you got the inhibitor down.”
“..and.. stopped the fight.” Buaireas was losing steam at a ferocious rate as the adrenaline wore off and the nanites tried to keep him alive.
Fine. Fine. But is there going to be any guacamole? I'm particularly interested in the topic "Will There Be Guacamole"? For the record, I like guacamole.
Just checking to see if a decision had been reached regarding the guacamole. You can’t be too careful about these things.
“You could try a reptile specialist - most major cities have at least one - if the antibiotics don’t help.”
Good idea. I wonder if there are any reptile specialists with a degree in the occult studies and a background in exorcisms? Although McCthulhu doesn’t exactly *look* reptilian. Not exactly like a mammal either. Kind of like a cross between a 6 eyed squid, a dog with little fur, and something you let go too long in the back of the fridge. Kinda like something John Carpenter might have dreamed up while taking a bad acid trip with Helen Thomas.
I will try the tea-tree oil. DW is complaining about the stench.
yes, totally! LOL
“Kinda reminds me of the day, (on the Undead Thread), that I let my dragon out for some exercise. He was pretty calm and even-tempered after he ate the grizzly.”
McCthulhu is fine. The neighbor he treed is a staunch conservative. McCthulhu wasn’t trying to attack; he just wanted to give him some love (don’t ask). Can’t say as I blame my neighbor for climbing the tree, but once I showed him that he meant no harm, he sorta laughed it off.
I don’t think I’ll get sued. I hope.
"Happy Trails to you ..."
The weather outside is frightful!
"Until we meet again ..."
But the fire is so delightful!
"Happy Trails to you ..."
And since there's no place to go ...
"Keep smiling until then ..."* Sigh *
Let it snow. Let it snow. Let it snow ...
“I don’t believe your agreement not to bring McCthulhu back to the vet is legally binding, except in Oklahoma and Sectors R and Q. I didn’t take the course in Dark and Unholy Creatures Law in law school, but I’ve dealt with soft goods attorneys from New York City and have practical experience.”
That’s good to know, but the vet has shown himself to be pretty excitable and I don’t think it helps McCthulhu’s temperament. There are plenty of vets here and I think I’ll take tax-chick’s advice and get a reptile specialist. Maybe I should put an ad on craigslist?
“For those of us keeping score at home, how many tentacles are left? The situation sounds dire.”
McCthulhu started out with about 30-40, and is down to 8. But the good news is the antibiotics seem to be working, and I saw a new tentacle nubbin earlier. It hasn’t lost a tentacle in about a day now. So that’s really good. It took another bottle of antibiotics today, but chewed the bottle more slowly.
McCthulhu also seems to be a lot more chipper: it gave me a good, solid chomp on my thigh when I went onto a pro-Paul website. It was my own fool fault; I should’ve put it outside to play with the local teenagers. I think that McCthulhu really is trying to behave; it’s now actually trying to play with the teens instead of just burying them in the backyard.
“McCthulhu may be a spawn of Xagthrath the Grumbling Rug.
In which case, the shed tentacles could develop into further spawn.”
That’s not good. I’ve just been tossing the tentacles in the trash and today was trash day.
Well, if you read about mysterious disappearances of sanitation workers in Virginia, you’ll have an idea of what happened.
I saw some snow the other day when I had to drive upto Lake Arrowhead. It was in the mid 70’s here today.
Unnngh, another cliff-hanger!
Yes, there will be guacamole.
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