Black XV: "Stranglehold!!"

"I have Michael Waltrip as one of my 4 drivers in the FReeper Fantasy league"

Who are the other three...the Black thread Marketing Department is loking fer a good NASCAR Fantasy Team to sponsor...yers might be it...LOL!!

FReegards...MUD

BTW...how did Junior do today?!

421 posted on 02/16/2003 3:52:42 PM PST by Mudboy Slim (Git the US Outta the UN...and Git the UN Outta the US!!!)

When I read "Animal Farm" in high school, I was not, shall we call it, savvy, on what socialism means. All I cared about was getting out of high school and dealing with adults and making some serious money. I did have a basic idea though about our 2nd Amendment. Back then, we discussed the bill of rights and the right to keep and bear arms. Today, it is almost strictly taboo to mention it.

422 posted on 02/16/2003 3:57:00 PM PST by goldilucky

...it's Power!!

Well of course it is.
A lust for power stemming from the fact that the elites of the Left are genuinely insecure, very insecure.
That's why people, i.e. intellectuals of the Right, like Jeane Kirkpatrick, WFB, & Milton Freidman, are held in great admiration.
These folks espouse doctrines that are conducive to individual growth & self-reliance.

423 posted on 02/16/2003 4:16:50 PM PST by jla

To: Formerly Brainwashed Democrat; Mudboy Slim

Any chance of making your next contest one where we get to come up with a likable, but shorter nic for
F-O-R-M-E-R-L-Y
B-R-A-I-N-W-A-S-H-E-D
D-E-M-O-C-R-A-T??

424 posted on 02/16/2003 4:21:19 PM PST by jla

You choose 8 drivers at the beginning of the week. You pick 2 from the top tier of drivers, 4 from the middle tier, and 2 from the bottom tier. By race time you reduce the number down to 4.

This week I raced Jeff Burton, Michael Waltrip, Robbie Gordon, and Todd Bodine. You score points by how well they finish and how many laps they won. On Mondays when the rankings are posted I will cut and paste them to the Black thread. I would link you to the site but only members with passwords can get in.

If the Black thread wants to sponsor my team, I will gladly change my team name to "Black Thread Enterprises."

425 posted on 02/16/2003 4:33:57 PM PST by sultan88 (Ward, I'm worried about the Beaver)

To: Formerly Brainwashed Democrat

Don't change yer nic! It suits ye toots! :-)

426 posted on 02/16/2003 5:02:11 PM PST by Happygal

427 posted on 02/16/2003 10:46:31 PM PST by FBD (Congratulations, Mike Waltrip!... Daytona 500 winner.)

To: Mudboy Slim; Happygal; Landru; sultan88; jla; Taxman; conservativemusician; nicmarlo; ewing; ...

OK guys and gals,
Time for a little humor here...RE: POST#427
I know I'm gonna get it from you cat lovers;
So I am fully lathered up with flame retardant:
IMHO, cats are like liberals. Dogs are like conservatives.
Why? OK:
#1. Cat's, (unlike dogs) are lazy.
Ever see a team of cats pull a snow sled? A seeing eye cat, for a blind person? A rescue cat? How 'bout a drug sniffing cat? But they sure love gittin' HIGH on the catnip, don't they?
Nuff' said.
#2 Cats are sneaky, they'll break all the rules, and act innocent.
A cat will crap somewhere, and it will take you a week to find it. They will scratch the furniture, etc, then deny whatever they've done, and blame it on the dog.
#3 Cats are unfaithful, and disloyal.
If you die, a cat will walk right over your lifeless body on it's way to find a new human to leach off of. A dog will stay with you through thick & thin.
#4 Cats don't play fair.
Play around with the dog, and you get slobber all over your face. Play around with the cat, and you are gonna look like you tried to commit Hari-Kari with a cheese grater.
#5 Cats are selfish, and inconsiderate.
A cat will go to sleep in the middle of the hall, and expect you to walk around it. But in the middle of the night when you're sound asleep, the cat will wake you up by walking all over you.
#6 Cats are arrogant, and condesending.
A dog will fetch the stick, or ball; a cat will look at you as if to say: "Well, what's in it for me?
#7Cats, like liberals, get away with murder.
In spite of all bad traits, and shiftless behaviour, cats are still given the benefit of the doubt. They are not only tolerated, but they are rewarded. The dog gets kicked.
Ain't that right; Newt Gingrich, Ken Starr, Bob Livingston, etc?
I could go on, but I think I have made my point. Cat lovers, flame away! You know I'm right!

Dog lovin' FRegards,
FBD

428 posted on 02/17/2003 12:01:49 AM PST by FBD

"How in the WORLD can you make such a ludicous claim, my FRiend?!

"SHEEEESH, sometimes I realize how much more washin' needs to done on the brain of yers...LOL!!"

Yeah, I know, they washed my brain out with cold water Woolite, to save the environment. :^D

It's a PR advantage, Mud. Don't get me wrong, because I like both the Waltrip brothers.

What goes on out in the track sometimes gets pretty dirty, from what I understand. Ya' ever seen guys giving the finger, etc. on the track? Dale Sr. used to do it every once in awhile, when guys would cut him off, or bump him. Yet Dale Sr. was the king of that game.

Now if the guys in the broadcast booth are on your side, they don't comment on the bumping, and nudging, etc. You can get away with it, and still have the PR (and the fans) on your side. Obviously, it's an advantage to bump and block, etc. If you're a big name, and popular, you can get away with it.

Someone bumps or nudges Michael, and big brother Daryl is gonna talk about it, and so are his buddies in the booth. And that is an advantage, IMO. Does that sound "ludicous"? (what is ludicous, anyway?) LOL!

FRegards,
Wool Lite.

429 posted on 02/17/2003 1:35:04 AM PST by FBD

To: sultan88; conservativemusician

"Now, whereas, Brussels Sprouts appeals to me today, your lutefish most certainly does not!!"

I'll bet CM has had lutefisk! (he's part Swede)
In case you change your mind, my Swedish sweedy gave me a lutefisk recipe:

Serves four (stray cats)
Lutfisk med skånsk senapssås

Lutfisken får ny smak med denna lena senapssås

Skicka en recepthälsning

Spara recept
i dina favoriter genom att klicka på "spara i favoriter".
Bli medlem först

Ingredienser 4 port

1 1/2 - 2 kg lutfisk
3-4 tsk salt

Sås:
3 msk smör
3 msk vetemjöl
5 dl mjölk
1 dl vispgrädde
1- 1 1/2 tsk salt
1 tsk socker
2 krm vitpeppar
2-3 msk skånsk senap

Gör så här

Låt lutfisken ligga i kallt vatten 2-3 timmar. Sätt ugnen på 225 grader. Lägg fisken med skinnsidan nedåt i en ugnssäker form med höga kanter. Salta och täck med aluminiumfolie. Koka i ugn 40-55 min.
Sås:
Smält smöret i en kastrull. Rör ner mjölet. Späd med mjölk och grädde under omrörning. Koka såsen på svag värme 3-5 min. Rör då och då. Smaksätt med salt, socker, peppar och senap. Servera lutfisken med såsen, kokta ärtor och potatis.
Strö över krossad kryddpeppar.

Den, tossen inda gabage can...ya, sur, ya betcha!

430 posted on 02/17/2003 2:00:31 AM PST by FBD

To: Formerly Brainwashed Democrat

"IMHO, cats are like liberals. Dogs are like conservatives."

Couldn't agree more...I'm allergic to cats, but I LOVE DAWGS!!!

FReegards...MUD

431 posted on 02/17/2003 3:48:45 AM PST by Mudboy Slim (Git the US Outta the UN...and Git the UN Outta the US!!!)

Mornin', Mud.

Just another day on the USS Chappequiddick

432 posted on 02/17/2003 4:05:34 AM PST by FBD

To: Formerly Brainwashed Democrat

Oh, that is naughty! Funny, but naughty! :-)

433 posted on 02/17/2003 4:40:31 AM PST by Happygal

To: Formerly Brainwashed Democrat

A speech by General Patton:
June 5th, 1944
Somewhere in England

"Be seated."

"Men, this stuff that some sources sling around about America wanting out of this war, not wanting to fight, is a crock of bull$#!+. Americans love to fight, traditionally. All real Americans love the sting and clash of battle. You are here today for three reasons.

First, because you are here to defend your homes and your loved ones.

Second, you are here for your own self respect, because you would not want to be anywhere else.

Third, you are here because you are real men and all real men like to fight.

When you, here, everyone of you, were kids, you all admired the champion marble player, the fastest runner, the toughest boxer, the big league ball players, and the All-American football players. Americans love a winner. Americans will not tolerate a loser. Americans despise cowards. Americans play to win all of the time. I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That's why Americans have never lost nor will ever lose a war; for the very idea of losing is hateful to an American."

"You are not all going to die. Only two percent of you right here today would die in a major battle. Death must not be feared. Death, in time, comes to all men. Yes, every man is scared in his first battle. If he says he's not, he's a liar. Some men are cowards but they fight the same as the brave men or they get the hell slammed out of them watching men fight who are just as scared as they are.

The real hero is the man who fights even though he is scared. Some men get over their fright in a minute under fire. For some, it takes an hour. For some, it takes days. But a real man will never let his fear of death overpower his honor, his sense of duty to his country, and his innate manhood. Battle is the most magnificent competition in which a human being can indulge. It brings out all that is best and it removes all that is base. Americans pride themselves on being He Men and they ARE He Men. Remember that the enemy is just as frightened as you are, and probably more so. They are not supermen." "All through your Army careers, you men have bitched about what you call "chicken $#!+ drilling". That, like everything else in this Army, has a definite purpose. That purpose is alertness. Alertness must be bred into every soldier. I don't give a f*** for a man who's not always on his toes. You men are veterans or you wouldn't be here. You are ready for what's to come. A man must be alert at all times if he expects to stay alive. If you're not alert, sometime, a German son-of-an-a$$ho***-b****h is going to sneak up behind you and beat you to death with a sockful of $#!+!"

"There are four hundred neatly marked graves somewhere in Sicily, all because one man went to sleep on the job. But they are German graves, because we caught the bastard asleep before they did." "An Army is a team. It lives, sleeps, eats, and fights as a team. This individual heroic stuff is pure horse $#!+. The bilious bastards who write that kind of stuff for the Saturday Evening Post don't know any more about real fighting under fire than they know about f*****g!"

"We have the finest food, the finest equipment, the best spirit, and the best men in the world. Why, by God, I actually pity those poor sons-of-bitches we're going up against. By God, I do." "My men don't surrender, and I don't want to hear of any soldier under my command being captured unless he has been hit. Even if you are hit, you can still fight back. That's not just bull $#!+ either.

The kind of man that I want in my command is just like the lieutenant in Libya, who, with a Luger against his chest, jerked off his helmet, swept the gun aside with one hand, and busted the hell out of the Kraut with his helmet. Then he jumped on the gun and went out and killed another German before they knew what the hell was coming off. And, all of that time, this man had a bullet through a lung. There was a real man!"

"All of the real heroes are not storybook combat fighters, either. Every single man in this Army plays a vital role. Don't ever let up. Don't ever think that your job is unimportant. Every man has a job to do and he must do it. Every man is a vital link in the great chain. What if every truck driver suddenly decided that he didn't like the whine of those shells overhead, turned yellow, and jumped headlong into a ditch? The cowardly bastard could say, 'Hell, they won't miss me, just one man in thousands.' But, what if every man thought that way? Where in the hell would we be now? What would our country, our loved ones, our homes, even the world, be like? No, G*******t, Americans don't think like that. Every man does his job. Every man serves the whole. Every department, every unit, is important in the vast scheme of this war.

The ordnance men are needed to supply the guns and machinery of war to keep us rolling. The Quartermaster is needed to bring up food and clothes because where we are going there isn't a hell of a lot to steal. Every last man on K.P. has a job to do, even the one who heats our water to keep us from getting the 'G.I. S**ts'." "Each man must not think only of himself, but also of his buddy fighting beside him. We don't want yellow cowards in this Army. They should be killed off like rats. If not, they will go home after this war and breed more cowards. The brave men will breed more brave men. Kill off the G*******d cowards and we will have a nation of brave men.

One of the bravest men that I ever saw was a fellow on top of a telegraph pole in the midst of a furious fire fight in Tunisia. I stopped and asked what the hell he was doing up there at a time like that.

He answered, 'Fixing the wire, Sir.'

I asked, 'Isn't that a little unhealthy right about now?'

He answered, 'Yes Sir, but the Goddamned wire has to be fixed.'

I asked, 'Don't those planes strafing the road bother you?'

And he answered, 'No, Sir, but you sure as hell do!'

Now, there was a real man. A real soldier. There was a man who devoted all he had to his duty, no matter how seemingly insignificant his duty might appear at the time, no matter how great the odds.

And you should have seen those trucks on the road to Tunisia. Those drivers were magnificent. All day and all night they rolled over those son-of-a-bitching roads, never stopping, never faltering from their course, with shells bursting all around them all of the time. We got through on good old American guts. Many of those men drove for over forty consecutive hours. These men weren't combat men, but they were soldiers with a job to do. They did it, and in one hell of a way they did it. They were part of a team. Without team effort, without them, the fight would have been lost. All of the links in the chain pulled together and the chain became unbreakable." "Don't forget, you men don't know that I'm here. No mention of that fact is to be made in any letters. The world is not supposed to know what the hell happened to me. I'm not supposed to be commanding this Army. I'm not even supposed to be here in England. Let the first bastards to find out be the G*******d Germans. Some day I want to see them raise up on their p!$$-soaked hind legs and howl, 'J***s C****t, it's the G*******d Third Army again and that son-of-a-f*****g-b***h Patton'."

"We want to get the hell over there." The quicker we clean up this Go******d mess, the quicker we can take a little jaunt against the purple p*****g Japs and clean out their nest, too. Before the Go******d Marines get all of the credit." "Sure, we want to go home. We want this war over with. The quickest way to get it over with is to go get the bastards who started it. The quicker they are whipped, the quicker we can go home. The shortest way home is through Berlin and Tokyo. And when we get to Berlin", he yelled, "I am personally going to shoot that paper hanging son-of-a-bitch Hitler. Just like I'd shoot a snake!"

" When a man is lying in a shell hole, if he just stays there all day, a German will get to him eventually. The hell with that idea. The hell with taking it. My men don't dig foxholes. I don't want them to. Foxholes only slow up an offensive. Keep moving. And don't give the enemy time to dig one either. We'll win this war, but we'll win it only by fighting and by showing the Germans that we've got more guts than they have; or ever will have. We're not going to just shoot the sons-of-b*****s, we're going to rip out their living Go******d guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We're going to murder those lousy Hun c

ers by the bushel-f*****g-basket." "War is a bloody, killing business. You've got to spill their blood, or they will spill yours. Rip them up the belly. Shoot them in the guts. When shells are hitting all around you and you wipe the dirt off your face and realize that instead of dirt it's the blood and guts of what once was your best friend beside you, you'll know what to do!"

"I don't want to get any messages saying, 'I am holding my position.' We are not holding a G*******d thing. Let the Germans do that. We are advancing constantly and we are not interested in holding onto anything, except the enemy's b***s. We are going to twist his b***s and kick the living $#!+ out of him all of the time.

Our basic plan of operation is to advance and to keep on advancing regardless of whether we have to go over, under, or through the enemy. We are going to go through him like crap through a goose; like $#!+ through a tin horn!" "From time to time there will be some complaints that we are pushing our people too hard. I don't give a good G*****n about such complaints. I believe in the old and sound rule that an ounce of sweat will save a gallon of blood. The harder WE push, the more Germans we will kill. The more Germans we kill, the fewer of our men will be killed. Pushing means fewer casualties.

I want you all to remember that." "There is one great thing that you men will all be able to say after this war is over and you are home once again. You may be thankful that twenty years from now when you are sitting by the fireplace with your grandson on your knee and he asks you what you did in the great World War II, you WON'T have to cough, shift him to the other knee and say, 'Well, your Granddaddy shoveled $#!+ in Louisiana.' No, Sir, you can look him straight in the eye and say, 'Son, your Granddaddy rode with the Great Third Army and a Son-of-a-G*******d-Bitch named Georgie Patton!'

"That is all…

FBD comment:
The man really knew how to string swear words together...
And I don't think Patton would have been a fan of "An Army of One" slogan!

434 posted on 02/17/2003 4:42:39 AM PST by FBD (I)

I know, I'm bad! ;^D

435 posted on 02/17/2003 4:43:53 AM PST by FBD (I)

To: Formerly Brainwashed Democrat

"that is an advantage, IMO. Does that sound "ludicous"?"

Outrageously ludicous...especially if the bias is commonly perceived by you and other race fans. So, yer saying that on the race track on any particular day, the fact that DeeDubyuh is yappin' to a televison audience somehow provides an unfair advantage to EmDubyuh?! I disagree that it impacts the running of the race in the least. If DeeDubyuh ain't willing to point out his brother's questionable tactics, one of the other announcers surely would, IMHO, and in any event, the natural bias does not--cannot--effect the running of the race, IMHO.

Then again, I don't know much about NASCAR...LOL!!

FReegards...MUD

436 posted on 02/17/2003 4:51:28 AM PST by Mudboy Slim (Git the US Outta the UN...and Git the UN Outta the US!!!)

That's a pretty little island in the center there, wouldn't ya say?

437 posted on 02/17/2003 4:52:32 AM PST by FBD (I)

To: Formerly Brainwashed Democrat; carlo3b

Carlo...a new recipe fer ya...it ain't chicken gizzaerds, but it does look tasty!!

"a lutefisk recipe: Serves four (stray cats)
Lutfisk med skånsk senapssås"

Mmmmmm-mmmmmmmmmm...I Love Stray Cat Stew...MUD

438 posted on 02/17/2003 4:54:28 AM PST by Mudboy Slim (Git the US Outta the UN...and Git the UN Outta the US!!!)

To: Formerly Brainwashed Democrat; dude

Very cool picture, dude...MUD

439 posted on 02/17/2003 4:55:42 AM PST by Mudboy Slim (Git the US Outta the UN...and Git the UN Outta the US!!!)

"chicken gizzards"

DOHHH!!

440 posted on 02/17/2003 4:56:25 AM PST by Mudboy Slim (Git the US Outta the UN...and Git the UN Outta the US!!!)

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