Trump, Birthers Should Learn from Democrats' 1880 Mistakes - Yahoo! News
You people need to stop. This guy is doing a bad enough job to be defeated on that merit. You people are arguing his place of birth, AGAIN. For fuck's sake, you're going to cost the Republican Party an election. Then what? Another four years of listening to you bitch. People are going to vote for Obama just because you are so ridiculously retarded. Get off of it all ready, for fuck's sake.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
A very sad day in Chicagoland
Anthony "Tony" Cutrano was killed in a motorcycle accident Sunday afternoon. He was a co-founder of the Illinois Motorcycle Freedom Run, and worked hand in hand with The Warrior Watch Riders. Most of his work appears in numerous Welcome Home posts that you may have read on this blog. He was a Veteran, a Patriot, And a wonderful man. Rest Peacefully Tony. May god be with your family in this dark hour.
http://southtownstar.suntimes.com/news/12835506-418/cutrano-killed-in-motorcycle-crash-helped-found-veterans-memorial-wall.html
http://southtownstar.suntimes.com/news/12835506-418/cutrano-killed-in-motorcycle-crash-helped-found-veterans-memorial-wall.html
Sunday, May 27, 2012
The Marines
I felt it necessary to do this little bio on Memorial Day weekend.
In 1995, I was 19. Had my diploma, had some college courses under my belt. Had my own apartment (party central). Most importantly, no debt. No direction as well. You should all know, that even as a teenager, I was odd. I knew that at 19, I was retarded and didn't know shit on how the world worked. I was yearning for SOMETHING, just not sure what. It wasn't weed , beer, or girls. I had plenty of that, yet knew it was not fulfilling. One day it just hit me, I knew what I lacked. I lacked pride. Pride in myself.
Any hopes of football were gone (Damn you genetics). Then one day I decided what I wanted to do. I wanted to be a Marine. I wanted that sword, I wanted that Blood Stripe, but most importantly I wanted to do something that a lot of people don't do. An endeavor that no one in my family had ever taken. I contacted my Brother who is friends with Jeff. Jeff was known only as The Marine. I'm guessing it's because he's the only one of my Brother's friends who served. So I meet with Jeff, and find out how things work. My plan is this, I will enlist for 4 years, then I will take advantage of the G.I. Bill while becoming a Marine reserve. After completing my degree, going into the OTC(?). I would attempt to become a USMC Officer and have that as a career. I was never sure if I would want the Marines to be a career, but after talking to The Marine, who himself was a career Marine, I had no doubt. This is what I wanted. It would give me a college education, a career, but most importantly, a sense of pride that I was desperately lacking.
So I went down to the local recruiter, talked to that guy for about an hour. I even joked with him. "Which branch has the most females enlisted?" I asked. He replied, "The Air Force, but they all fuck Marines." I actually thought that was pretty funny. So, the first thing I had to do was take a written test. I believe it was called the ASVAB test. I did very well. When I spoke with the recruiter the next day, he asked me if I was sure I wanted to join the Marines. He told me that my test results would qualify me for numerous programs in the Navy. I politely told him I was sure, I wanted to be a Marine. The next phase was some physical crap. Turns out, that a 5'11" man should only weigh 193 LBS. I weighed 239. So I had to go to the local High Shool and run around their track. I ran 3 miles with an average time of 7.04. Then I had to do chin-ups, and push-ups. I guess my strength performance was fine. I did a body comp test which was 11.8%. After all this, I was deemed worthy to go to Basic Training. I thought the whole thing was retarded, but after talking to friends who were Marines, and considering we were not at war, I understood it. The Government does not want to spend money training some kid who will only quit on them after a few weeks. I get it, no problem.
So I'm all set, now I just have a final interview. I was so excited. I was even given my choice of Basic. Jeff (The Marine) already told me to go San Diego, because N. Carolina had something called Sand Flees(?). In this final interview, I am asked if I have ever visited with a psychiatrist or psychologist. Too which I reply yes. They (a second guy was there) both looked at me. I didn't think nothing of it. After all, my mother had passed away 26 months prior, and my Father thought I was going through some depression phase (No fault of his own). They told me they needed the name and number of the Psychologist, which I gave. We finished the interview, and all was well. The next day the recruiter called and told me to come to the office for the final paperwork. I drove very fast. I was so excited to start this new chapter, not to mention overcoming a challenge. I sit down, that's when I get a little dose of reality.
"We have a problem".....My heart dropped. I'm thinking what problem, I aced all your tests, I'm ready, Let's go. The recruiter informed me that my two visits to a "Shrink" disqualified me from joining the Marines. I was stunned. Now, I'll never know if this is true, or the recruiter saw my eyes tearing up, but he told me that they may be able to get me in on waivers which would make the psych visit "Null & Void". I stood up, looked directly at the recruiter, and told him to go fuck himself.
After getting into my car, I cried. I cried hard. It was the saddest moment of my life, next top Mom's death. I now had a new dream. It was to be retired from the Marines at 45, with a college degree and no debt. Most importantly, it was a self worth. A pride that only a handful of Americans can lay claim to. I was denied. I was denied because I was honest about the worst time in my life. My Mom died when I was 16, my Father left soon after. I got a job, and still finished High School in the top 5% of my class of 512. I had my own apartment in High School, and still kept my grades up. Apparently, you can be a high school drop out, and still join the Marines, so long as you don't spend too much time in your room.
Needless to say, I spent my early 20's hating the Marines, HATING. Not only them, but our Federal Government. I even looked into citizenship for Canada, I was so pissed. But as I grew older, I realized one thing. It wasn't the fault of any Marine, I still don't think it was my fault. It was just not meant to be. I have since found my place in this world. A place that I love, and cherish. I have my wife and my daughter. Neither of which would have occurred if I were jumping from Chicago to Afghanistan right now.
Memorial Day reminds me of this. I've had a lot of friends who died in combat. Even more acquaintances. And too many strangers, to look up the numbers. They all gave their lives, so I can have a Blog and tell you this story. The Corps missed out on a kid that would have made a damn fine Marine. I will never forget that, but I have forgiven, and became much appreciated for what the Corps, and other servicemen in the other branches have sacrificed on my behalf. Please hold a moment of silence tomorrow, wherever you are at, for our brave men and women who have given their lives for our Freedom. May we never forget.
Semper Fidelis,
Jon O'Brien
In 1995, I was 19. Had my diploma, had some college courses under my belt. Had my own apartment (party central). Most importantly, no debt. No direction as well. You should all know, that even as a teenager, I was odd. I knew that at 19, I was retarded and didn't know shit on how the world worked. I was yearning for SOMETHING, just not sure what. It wasn't weed , beer, or girls. I had plenty of that, yet knew it was not fulfilling. One day it just hit me, I knew what I lacked. I lacked pride. Pride in myself.
Any hopes of football were gone (Damn you genetics). Then one day I decided what I wanted to do. I wanted to be a Marine. I wanted that sword, I wanted that Blood Stripe, but most importantly I wanted to do something that a lot of people don't do. An endeavor that no one in my family had ever taken. I contacted my Brother who is friends with Jeff. Jeff was known only as The Marine. I'm guessing it's because he's the only one of my Brother's friends who served. So I meet with Jeff, and find out how things work. My plan is this, I will enlist for 4 years, then I will take advantage of the G.I. Bill while becoming a Marine reserve. After completing my degree, going into the OTC(?). I would attempt to become a USMC Officer and have that as a career. I was never sure if I would want the Marines to be a career, but after talking to The Marine, who himself was a career Marine, I had no doubt. This is what I wanted. It would give me a college education, a career, but most importantly, a sense of pride that I was desperately lacking.
So I went down to the local recruiter, talked to that guy for about an hour. I even joked with him. "Which branch has the most females enlisted?" I asked. He replied, "The Air Force, but they all fuck Marines." I actually thought that was pretty funny. So, the first thing I had to do was take a written test. I believe it was called the ASVAB test. I did very well. When I spoke with the recruiter the next day, he asked me if I was sure I wanted to join the Marines. He told me that my test results would qualify me for numerous programs in the Navy. I politely told him I was sure, I wanted to be a Marine. The next phase was some physical crap. Turns out, that a 5'11" man should only weigh 193 LBS. I weighed 239. So I had to go to the local High Shool and run around their track. I ran 3 miles with an average time of 7.04. Then I had to do chin-ups, and push-ups. I guess my strength performance was fine. I did a body comp test which was 11.8%. After all this, I was deemed worthy to go to Basic Training. I thought the whole thing was retarded, but after talking to friends who were Marines, and considering we were not at war, I understood it. The Government does not want to spend money training some kid who will only quit on them after a few weeks. I get it, no problem.
So I'm all set, now I just have a final interview. I was so excited. I was even given my choice of Basic. Jeff (The Marine) already told me to go San Diego, because N. Carolina had something called Sand Flees(?). In this final interview, I am asked if I have ever visited with a psychiatrist or psychologist. Too which I reply yes. They (a second guy was there) both looked at me. I didn't think nothing of it. After all, my mother had passed away 26 months prior, and my Father thought I was going through some depression phase (No fault of his own). They told me they needed the name and number of the Psychologist, which I gave. We finished the interview, and all was well. The next day the recruiter called and told me to come to the office for the final paperwork. I drove very fast. I was so excited to start this new chapter, not to mention overcoming a challenge. I sit down, that's when I get a little dose of reality.
"We have a problem".....My heart dropped. I'm thinking what problem, I aced all your tests, I'm ready, Let's go. The recruiter informed me that my two visits to a "Shrink" disqualified me from joining the Marines. I was stunned. Now, I'll never know if this is true, or the recruiter saw my eyes tearing up, but he told me that they may be able to get me in on waivers which would make the psych visit "Null & Void". I stood up, looked directly at the recruiter, and told him to go fuck himself.
After getting into my car, I cried. I cried hard. It was the saddest moment of my life, next top Mom's death. I now had a new dream. It was to be retired from the Marines at 45, with a college degree and no debt. Most importantly, it was a self worth. A pride that only a handful of Americans can lay claim to. I was denied. I was denied because I was honest about the worst time in my life. My Mom died when I was 16, my Father left soon after. I got a job, and still finished High School in the top 5% of my class of 512. I had my own apartment in High School, and still kept my grades up. Apparently, you can be a high school drop out, and still join the Marines, so long as you don't spend too much time in your room.
Needless to say, I spent my early 20's hating the Marines, HATING. Not only them, but our Federal Government. I even looked into citizenship for Canada, I was so pissed. But as I grew older, I realized one thing. It wasn't the fault of any Marine, I still don't think it was my fault. It was just not meant to be. I have since found my place in this world. A place that I love, and cherish. I have my wife and my daughter. Neither of which would have occurred if I were jumping from Chicago to Afghanistan right now.
Memorial Day reminds me of this. I've had a lot of friends who died in combat. Even more acquaintances. And too many strangers, to look up the numbers. They all gave their lives, so I can have a Blog and tell you this story. The Corps missed out on a kid that would have made a damn fine Marine. I will never forget that, but I have forgiven, and became much appreciated for what the Corps, and other servicemen in the other branches have sacrificed on my behalf. Please hold a moment of silence tomorrow, wherever you are at, for our brave men and women who have given their lives for our Freedom. May we never forget.
Semper Fidelis,
Jon O'Brien
Monday, May 21, 2012
Is a picture worth a Thousand words?
While I was surfing blogs looking for opinions and comments on the NATO protest this past weekend, I landed on Huffington Post (Chicago). One of the commenters posted a link to a photo. The link, accompanied by rebuttal comments to another poster describes how there WAS excessive force used by the CPD. Here's the photo.
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| What a fascist pig. |
So I ask you, are pictures worth a Thousand words. If you answered yes, you would be incorrect. The commenter got this photo off of The Chicago Tribune website. Here's what the commenter left out. The photo's are from the Tribune, The captions are from yours truly.
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| Police officer in riot gear has his helmet knocked off by a protester. NOTE FROM THE EDITOR: This is considered assault |
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The officer grabs the perpetrator as he fends of advancing protesters. The officer tries to remove the perp in order to place her under arrest. NOTICE: Do you see the retard with the "Will Work For Weed" T-Shirt on? do you think he is a fine representative of our First Amendment rights?  As the perpetrator resists arrest, the officer looks up at another protester. I'm sure the protester was commending the officer on a job well done.  The arresting officer sees a protester raising a stick in strike position. He let's go of the perpetrator in order to defend himself.  But it's too late. The officer is struck with the stick.  The officer turns around to assist in the pandemonium that is starting. The original assailant looks like she is getting away. The "Will Work For Weed" kid is offering kind words of advice. But most notably in this picture, do you notice a second protester winding up with a heavier piece of wood?  Well, you were not the only one. You may notice our resident "Fascist Pig" on the right. I think he sees the assault about to take place as well. WELCOME TO CHICAGO MOTHERFUCKER! So in conclusion, if you come to Chicago and strike a police officer, you should pray that you ONLY receive a punch to the face. Assaulting an officer is a serious crime. You thought you had a hard time finding a job before? Good luck now asshole. |
Sunday, May 20, 2012
TEA BAGGERS ?????????
The last few days have been spent keeping up to date on NATO protesters, and checking out a lot of blog sites. I have witnessed a lot of Left leaning bloggers referring to Conservatives as Tea Baggers. Why?
It amazes me that Liberals will check out a Conservative blog, and within the first sentence or two, refer to the blog host as a TeaBagger. Well in the end I guess it doesn't surprise me..............................................
AN OPEN INVITATION TO LIBERALS
I have a challenge for you. I'm sure by now you have heard of the NATO 3. They are the three Douchebags that were planning terrorist type activities during the NATO Convention. It's actually quite comical. Here's some links.
http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/local/ct-met-hd-nato-chicago-arrests-0520-20120520,0,7496291.story.
The best part is their excuse. Not only was police harassment quite evident, due to a youtube posting. But they were only making beer. LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL !!!! BEER? Have any of you ever drank beer made with gasoline? As for the youtube video. I am currently trying to find a link for it, what you will notice if you happen to see it, is very poor audio, plus you never see any footage of officers speaking.........................
So, here is the challenge. Can anyone visiting this blog provide me with equivalent behavior displayed by the so called TEA BAGGERS. I'm looking for links that show Tea Party Demonstrators spitting on the face shields of officers, taunting officers with rocks, or making incendiary devices. Thank you.
It amazes me that Liberals will check out a Conservative blog, and within the first sentence or two, refer to the blog host as a TeaBagger. Well in the end I guess it doesn't surprise me..............................................
AN OPEN INVITATION TO LIBERALS
I have a challenge for you. I'm sure by now you have heard of the NATO 3. They are the three Douchebags that were planning terrorist type activities during the NATO Convention. It's actually quite comical. Here's some links.
http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/local/ct-met-hd-nato-chicago-arrests-0520-20120520,0,7496291.story.
The best part is their excuse. Not only was police harassment quite evident, due to a youtube posting. But they were only making beer. LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL !!!! BEER? Have any of you ever drank beer made with gasoline? As for the youtube video. I am currently trying to find a link for it, what you will notice if you happen to see it, is very poor audio, plus you never see any footage of officers speaking.........................
So, here is the challenge. Can anyone visiting this blog provide me with equivalent behavior displayed by the so called TEA BAGGERS. I'm looking for links that show Tea Party Demonstrators spitting on the face shields of officers, taunting officers with rocks, or making incendiary devices. Thank you.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Johnny O'Bloggin's Funny Ass Friday.............
A rich man and a poor man were sitting at a bar having a few drinks and they got chatting. after a while they realize both of there wedding anniverserys are the next day.
Poor man, "What did you get your wife for her wedding anniversery?"
Rich man, "I got her a pink farrari and a diamond ring."
Poor man, "What made you choose those gifts?"
Rich man, "She loves fast cars and I wasnt sure about the ring so if she doesnt like it, she can take it back in her new car... "
The poor, "Man nodds in agreement."
Rich man, "What did you get your wife?"
Poor man, "I got my wife a pair of cheep slippers and a dildo."
Rich man, "Why did you choose those gifts?"
Poor man, " Well if she doesnt like the slippers she can go fuck herself."
Poor man, "What did you get your wife for her wedding anniversery?"
Rich man, "I got her a pink farrari and a diamond ring."
Poor man, "What made you choose those gifts?"
Rich man, "She loves fast cars and I wasnt sure about the ring so if she doesnt like it, she can take it back in her new car... "
The poor, "Man nodds in agreement."
Rich man, "What did you get your wife?"
Poor man, "I got my wife a pair of cheep slippers and a dildo."
Rich man, "Why did you choose those gifts?"
Poor man, " Well if she doesnt like the slippers she can go fuck herself."
Update
First big march occurred today with a bunch of people marching to the Daley Center. Very peaceful, and they even stopped marching at red lights.
http://www.suntimes.com/12615396-417/nurses-bring-biggest-nato-protest-so-far-to-daley-center.html
http://www.suntimes.com/12615396-417/nurses-bring-biggest-nato-protest-so-far-to-daley-center.html
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