Goulet
01-09-2007, 03:59 PM
Dug out here…
Posted in Uncategorized on January 8th, 2007
Hello warriors…finally digging out here. We had an exceptional White Christmas and New Years and all of it is still here on the ground. Last year we didn’t have one snowfall…it’s warming up today and beginning to melt a little bit. I was out on the road and got stuck away from home, and then when finally back home, got hit (and stuck) with the same storm firsthand here in NM over a full two week period and have literally been “technologically” shut off for that whole time, except for some phone modem emails I was able to do. I have a satellite dish and it froze up. Then once it melted, it malfunctioned and I had to wait to have someone come from– guess where?– Denver, to repair it. A real mess. When it comes to internet access out in the boonies you do have to use less-universally serviced products.
When you live out in the country and weather debilitates the practical functions you depend on, you can expect to recover at a slower pace than if you live in the city. It’s not a matter of the city trucks clearing the roads as much as it is that you and your neighbors finally get the tractors out and do it yourselves because you need to get to town and get your vitals.
Of course, I like my work to be labor intensive, so I use my bull to pull my plow. I ever show you a pic of my bull? He eats tuna, whey protein, and expired “expiration-dated” steroids my local vet lets him have. Yeah, PETA tries to sneak around here and get a picture of him, claiming he’s being abused. But he runs them off snorting up and down the field — he’s been clocked at 18 mph in the open field. His name? Zeus.
Babe the pig thought he was a dog; that was nothing. My bull thinks he’s a God. I believe Him. My concern is that Muslims or New Age Africans come around here burning incense and worshipping him. That would be bad. He’d get too big of a head. Right now I can control him only because I’m his alpha-leader and He believes, the truth of the matter, that I’m a Higher evolved God. My girls call him, “Bully.” My Rancher neighbors call him: “Warrior’s damn Mountain Bull Son-of-a-Bitching Goddamn Monster thing.” Hey, what can I tell you — they all love me and my bull — and my bullshit. They are just jealous they don’t have a Zeus.
While I’m at it, many have written me about what that surface is that my action figures (at ebay) are sitting on for the picture I have put up. That’s one of my kitchens. I designed and built it when I refurbished my 100 year old double-adobe home a few years ago. I told you about that. Those are Talavera tiles — over 25,000 just in this kitchen. Our home here in NM has over 250,000 of these in it; all of them laid by me, each laid out in a design of some authentic Petroglyphic symbol or a Native American motive.
Well, they put the noose around Saddam’s neck and stretched it and shortened his attention span a little bit. Although much of the last minute gibberish going on was Arabic humming to that supernatural patriarch of death Allah, my sources tell me they overheard Saddam say, “Viagra,” like in, could he get some before the pulled the floor out from underneath him. Probably concerned about he was going to service 72 virgins.
By the way, have you ever wondered what a female terrorist martyr receives in paradise for their sacrifice? Maybe 72 sexually experienced males hung like horses. Would make a great follow-up question for one of our Fifth Column, Anti-American reporters to ask next time they are sitting sympathetically starry-eyed at a press conference of terrorists going on and on about their allegiance to Allah and how “honorable” their martyrdom is. Just ask, “Hey, by the way, Shobidibee Mohammed Ali Kareem Abdul Jabaar, oh great one with the mildewy towel around your head and the stained Hilton Hotels sheet set shrouding your curry-odored body, just what do your female terrorists receive as their reward in paradise for making their sacrifice?”
Maybe to be a female terrorist martyr, you have to be a lesbian, a real Butch Bitch, just nasty. Depaul University in Chicago, the United States largest Catholic University, should be investigated by our Homeland Protection Bureau. The school has a full-fledged Queer Studies program being financed there. (Do you know how wrong this is even by Catholicism’s own edicts?) A real breeding ground for very frustrated lesbian queer types. Really though, someone should ask to find out, what do female terrorists martyrs receive? Of course, only here at thy Warrior’s Machete will you find the courageous audacity to ask the questions ‘thought’ by so many others but unvoiced.
There’s a jerky handheld video of Saddam being hanged, but I wonder, why not a HD version produced publicly? Better yet, why didn’t they do a PPV and give the money to the military families? And you have to admire the speed of justice enforced. Jeez, we could learn something from them about that. Not even one of my favorite cartoon characters, Quickdraw McGraw, gets the job done with that kind of speed. And, wow, what about those last minute conditions! Spectacular — I love it!! A concrete room with one light bulb, a steel staircase up to your final demise, and heavy hewn rope like you can find in any barn. Like some gruesome scene right out of a Stephen King script!
Think about the way we babysit the criminals in our own penal system. Fine lawyers, fine accommodations — even fine dining just hours before we execute them, that is, execute them only after 20 years of unjust appeals at the taxpayer’s expense in the hope they find an anti-american, anit-death penalty Judge to save their worthless carcass.
The hanging of Saddam should have been made into a festival. We cheered and celebrated more when they took that whole morning to pull down his statue in Baghdad’s town square. Remember that? I have to wonder, if Saddam had been captured that first morning we invaded Baghdad, let’s say caught right on the street by his own people during that moment of celebration, would they have first hung him from the neck of his own statue? If they had wanted to, would we have intervened to stop it?
I think the unceremonial, blasé handling of him being strung up was done to offset, for whatever non-brilliant politicized reason, the previously overdone celebration post-invasion of Iraq (”Mission Accomplished” on War Ship) that ultimately blew up in Bush’s face and has continued to explode over time. And the reason it continued is because Bush’s chest sunk; perhaps, they should have used a towel, in similiar fashion as they did a sock on the ship, to enhance the presence of one. Nonetheless, emascualtion in either area can quickly turn a cowboy into a fencesitter.
Ironically, the gloomy execution atmosphere also mirrored most people’s malaise about the war situation. Liberal nutjobs aside, there aren’t many who don’t want the bad guys killed. Decent, commonsense people, who work to have effective and productive everyday lives, are just tired of hearing that we need to win the war but see that we are not executing the fight as the war that it is. Kill the goddamn bad guys. Just shoot and kill them. And if our solders are not sure if they are dead, let them shoot them until they are and give them the benefit of the doubt, not the damn enemies! Fuck the enemy. They started the war - let us finish it once and for all. Send them to the hell they deserve. This is what would work for us that are tired of hearing the doublespeak.
The truth is, we have built a shooting gallery over there in Iraq and our fellow Americans in the military are the ducks and they, now, have Elmer Fudd as their leader making the case for continued occupation without giving them the green light to kill the enemy. I can’t forget the article I read a few months ago about the soldier who got killed and the family released some of his e-mails to Newsweek magazine. It’s one of the thousands of sad stories of unreasonable sacrifice. All this kid wanted to do ever since he was a little kid was be a soldier. He dreamed of it day and night and even studied Classic battles and Great Wars to enlarge his knowledge about it. A real true patriot. In one of these revealed emails he tells the story about how his troops and he cannot fire back unless they know for sure it is the enemy firing at them to begin with. Unbelievable. Can you imagine. This sickens me. I have to tell you, if I’m being fired at, I don’t care if it’s my grandma with Alzheimer’s who doesn’t know what the hell she is doing, she’s an enemy to my life and before she takes another crack at killing me, I’m going to kill her.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. During these times of war, not one American soldier’s life is worth trading for any other non-American life on the planet. I don’t care if it’s a woman or a child — not one Islamic life or any other ethnicity is of equal value to an American soldiers’, who willingly puts his own at risk so his fellow Americans can be safe and secure. I know these may not be the thoughts of soldiers on the ground in the middle of the conflict. I speak only for myself. I don’t care what you think about it. For me, it’s about having priorities straight.
Ann Coulter famously said some time ago, talking about radical Muslims, “We should invade their countries, kill their leaders and convert them to Christianity.” She’s got one hell of a beautiful warrior attitude (similiar to my wife’s, but Ms. Coulter still has a long way to go) — which, by the way, leads me to believe that this is the very reason no ballless, emasculated, modern-day CON-servative has the wherewithal or the sack it will take to make her a wife and ALL the woman (as a conservative mother of children) she has the potential to be — but as Warrior in namesake, I think we should tighten that idea up a bit. I say we invade their countries (when we are attacked, provoked or threatened), give them a chance, and time period, to behave like civilized 21st century human beings, like America’s own majority of law-abiding, reasonably decent citizens, and if they refuse, we kill them or isolate them all on a deserted island and let them kill themselves. Yes, of course, we let them choose…jeez, you think I don’t have a heart?
The World is too dangerous to take chances giving subhuman, irrational beasts the benefit of the doubt anymore, and only converting them to Christianity isn’t going to work. In fact, as history and modern times show, Christianity (and ALL religions in any other name or fashion than just an acceptance of a Creator through the Creation of Nature) only gives individuals a more powerful excuse to evilly misbehave. God and His truth is not found, first or only, in a book or a story or a list or a mosque or a church or an organization, etc; these are jokes and more men than not have always been willing to be ruled by fools. And, for me and millions of others, being a true American, first, is a greater virtue than being Christian. And NO, the two ARE NOT mutually exclusive.
A few other things before I go. First, if you ordered merchandise and are expecting a personal Chrismas Card, I want you to know that all are sent out. The weather threw everything out of whack, though, so be aware of that. We didn’t have any mail delivered for 7 days and Postal Service here in NM is notorioulsy horrible anyway, so it had to have been effected during the storms because the whole city was shut down when I ventured into it. Give it till the middle of next week and if you don’t have your card, write me an email at mrwarrior@ultimatewarrior.com and I’ll get you another one. If you live in another country, which many of you who ordered do, give it a few extra days beyond the middle of next week, then let me know.
Next, if you want to post comments here at the blog be sure and post them under the right post that you’re commenting on. I don’t have the time to cut and paste them into their correct place.
Some of you have written wondering if controversial and critical comments are accepted. I don’t have a problem with disagreement and even criticism if you want, but write intelligibly and say more than a string of four-letter words. I have no qualms about four-letter words, but use them sparingly and use them to emphasize your point, not as the only words you seem to know. “F’ this” and “F’ that” doesn’t cut it.
If you post desperate and screeching, dramatized comments one after another after another, they go in the trash.
If you only want to comment on having enjoyed Ultimate Warrior’s wrestling career, you can do so at Warrior Web, the official site.
Some of you have posted comments responding to I don’t know who. The person you address is not an identifiable commentor here on the blog, so I can only guess that you know a commentor by another identifier you are using or you are carrying on a exchange with someone behind this blog’s scene. This blog is to be used to make comments interacting with other blog commentors who can be identified by their user names and email addresses, here, not someplace else.
If you are Jason, you can quit writing 20 pages assaults on a guy named Andrew. I don’t know you, but I can promise you that there is a rubber room with your name on it like the one you say this Andrew guy belongs in. And I can promise you something else. If either of you ever come onto my property without an invitation, my well-trained “bite and drawn blood before you bark” dogs, or one of my many Mossburgs covertly-planted in convenient locations throughout the property, will have your skin a little torn up for a few weeks or more. The internet is filled with idiots, yes. This I know. But wherever you got your information that I would be tolerating such behavior is wrong, very wrong. Behave yourself or get the hell out of here.
I’ve got something I want to get into, but I have to run for now.
Your Founding Father of Ring Life Intensity,
Always Believe,
Warrior
:love: Warrior!
Posted in Uncategorized on January 8th, 2007
Hello warriors…finally digging out here. We had an exceptional White Christmas and New Years and all of it is still here on the ground. Last year we didn’t have one snowfall…it’s warming up today and beginning to melt a little bit. I was out on the road and got stuck away from home, and then when finally back home, got hit (and stuck) with the same storm firsthand here in NM over a full two week period and have literally been “technologically” shut off for that whole time, except for some phone modem emails I was able to do. I have a satellite dish and it froze up. Then once it melted, it malfunctioned and I had to wait to have someone come from– guess where?– Denver, to repair it. A real mess. When it comes to internet access out in the boonies you do have to use less-universally serviced products.
When you live out in the country and weather debilitates the practical functions you depend on, you can expect to recover at a slower pace than if you live in the city. It’s not a matter of the city trucks clearing the roads as much as it is that you and your neighbors finally get the tractors out and do it yourselves because you need to get to town and get your vitals.
Of course, I like my work to be labor intensive, so I use my bull to pull my plow. I ever show you a pic of my bull? He eats tuna, whey protein, and expired “expiration-dated” steroids my local vet lets him have. Yeah, PETA tries to sneak around here and get a picture of him, claiming he’s being abused. But he runs them off snorting up and down the field — he’s been clocked at 18 mph in the open field. His name? Zeus.
Babe the pig thought he was a dog; that was nothing. My bull thinks he’s a God. I believe Him. My concern is that Muslims or New Age Africans come around here burning incense and worshipping him. That would be bad. He’d get too big of a head. Right now I can control him only because I’m his alpha-leader and He believes, the truth of the matter, that I’m a Higher evolved God. My girls call him, “Bully.” My Rancher neighbors call him: “Warrior’s damn Mountain Bull Son-of-a-Bitching Goddamn Monster thing.” Hey, what can I tell you — they all love me and my bull — and my bullshit. They are just jealous they don’t have a Zeus.
While I’m at it, many have written me about what that surface is that my action figures (at ebay) are sitting on for the picture I have put up. That’s one of my kitchens. I designed and built it when I refurbished my 100 year old double-adobe home a few years ago. I told you about that. Those are Talavera tiles — over 25,000 just in this kitchen. Our home here in NM has over 250,000 of these in it; all of them laid by me, each laid out in a design of some authentic Petroglyphic symbol or a Native American motive.
Well, they put the noose around Saddam’s neck and stretched it and shortened his attention span a little bit. Although much of the last minute gibberish going on was Arabic humming to that supernatural patriarch of death Allah, my sources tell me they overheard Saddam say, “Viagra,” like in, could he get some before the pulled the floor out from underneath him. Probably concerned about he was going to service 72 virgins.
By the way, have you ever wondered what a female terrorist martyr receives in paradise for their sacrifice? Maybe 72 sexually experienced males hung like horses. Would make a great follow-up question for one of our Fifth Column, Anti-American reporters to ask next time they are sitting sympathetically starry-eyed at a press conference of terrorists going on and on about their allegiance to Allah and how “honorable” their martyrdom is. Just ask, “Hey, by the way, Shobidibee Mohammed Ali Kareem Abdul Jabaar, oh great one with the mildewy towel around your head and the stained Hilton Hotels sheet set shrouding your curry-odored body, just what do your female terrorists receive as their reward in paradise for making their sacrifice?”
Maybe to be a female terrorist martyr, you have to be a lesbian, a real Butch Bitch, just nasty. Depaul University in Chicago, the United States largest Catholic University, should be investigated by our Homeland Protection Bureau. The school has a full-fledged Queer Studies program being financed there. (Do you know how wrong this is even by Catholicism’s own edicts?) A real breeding ground for very frustrated lesbian queer types. Really though, someone should ask to find out, what do female terrorists martyrs receive? Of course, only here at thy Warrior’s Machete will you find the courageous audacity to ask the questions ‘thought’ by so many others but unvoiced.
There’s a jerky handheld video of Saddam being hanged, but I wonder, why not a HD version produced publicly? Better yet, why didn’t they do a PPV and give the money to the military families? And you have to admire the speed of justice enforced. Jeez, we could learn something from them about that. Not even one of my favorite cartoon characters, Quickdraw McGraw, gets the job done with that kind of speed. And, wow, what about those last minute conditions! Spectacular — I love it!! A concrete room with one light bulb, a steel staircase up to your final demise, and heavy hewn rope like you can find in any barn. Like some gruesome scene right out of a Stephen King script!
Think about the way we babysit the criminals in our own penal system. Fine lawyers, fine accommodations — even fine dining just hours before we execute them, that is, execute them only after 20 years of unjust appeals at the taxpayer’s expense in the hope they find an anti-american, anit-death penalty Judge to save their worthless carcass.
The hanging of Saddam should have been made into a festival. We cheered and celebrated more when they took that whole morning to pull down his statue in Baghdad’s town square. Remember that? I have to wonder, if Saddam had been captured that first morning we invaded Baghdad, let’s say caught right on the street by his own people during that moment of celebration, would they have first hung him from the neck of his own statue? If they had wanted to, would we have intervened to stop it?
I think the unceremonial, blasé handling of him being strung up was done to offset, for whatever non-brilliant politicized reason, the previously overdone celebration post-invasion of Iraq (”Mission Accomplished” on War Ship) that ultimately blew up in Bush’s face and has continued to explode over time. And the reason it continued is because Bush’s chest sunk; perhaps, they should have used a towel, in similiar fashion as they did a sock on the ship, to enhance the presence of one. Nonetheless, emascualtion in either area can quickly turn a cowboy into a fencesitter.
Ironically, the gloomy execution atmosphere also mirrored most people’s malaise about the war situation. Liberal nutjobs aside, there aren’t many who don’t want the bad guys killed. Decent, commonsense people, who work to have effective and productive everyday lives, are just tired of hearing that we need to win the war but see that we are not executing the fight as the war that it is. Kill the goddamn bad guys. Just shoot and kill them. And if our solders are not sure if they are dead, let them shoot them until they are and give them the benefit of the doubt, not the damn enemies! Fuck the enemy. They started the war - let us finish it once and for all. Send them to the hell they deserve. This is what would work for us that are tired of hearing the doublespeak.
The truth is, we have built a shooting gallery over there in Iraq and our fellow Americans in the military are the ducks and they, now, have Elmer Fudd as their leader making the case for continued occupation without giving them the green light to kill the enemy. I can’t forget the article I read a few months ago about the soldier who got killed and the family released some of his e-mails to Newsweek magazine. It’s one of the thousands of sad stories of unreasonable sacrifice. All this kid wanted to do ever since he was a little kid was be a soldier. He dreamed of it day and night and even studied Classic battles and Great Wars to enlarge his knowledge about it. A real true patriot. In one of these revealed emails he tells the story about how his troops and he cannot fire back unless they know for sure it is the enemy firing at them to begin with. Unbelievable. Can you imagine. This sickens me. I have to tell you, if I’m being fired at, I don’t care if it’s my grandma with Alzheimer’s who doesn’t know what the hell she is doing, she’s an enemy to my life and before she takes another crack at killing me, I’m going to kill her.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. During these times of war, not one American soldier’s life is worth trading for any other non-American life on the planet. I don’t care if it’s a woman or a child — not one Islamic life or any other ethnicity is of equal value to an American soldiers’, who willingly puts his own at risk so his fellow Americans can be safe and secure. I know these may not be the thoughts of soldiers on the ground in the middle of the conflict. I speak only for myself. I don’t care what you think about it. For me, it’s about having priorities straight.
Ann Coulter famously said some time ago, talking about radical Muslims, “We should invade their countries, kill their leaders and convert them to Christianity.” She’s got one hell of a beautiful warrior attitude (similiar to my wife’s, but Ms. Coulter still has a long way to go) — which, by the way, leads me to believe that this is the very reason no ballless, emasculated, modern-day CON-servative has the wherewithal or the sack it will take to make her a wife and ALL the woman (as a conservative mother of children) she has the potential to be — but as Warrior in namesake, I think we should tighten that idea up a bit. I say we invade their countries (when we are attacked, provoked or threatened), give them a chance, and time period, to behave like civilized 21st century human beings, like America’s own majority of law-abiding, reasonably decent citizens, and if they refuse, we kill them or isolate them all on a deserted island and let them kill themselves. Yes, of course, we let them choose…jeez, you think I don’t have a heart?
The World is too dangerous to take chances giving subhuman, irrational beasts the benefit of the doubt anymore, and only converting them to Christianity isn’t going to work. In fact, as history and modern times show, Christianity (and ALL religions in any other name or fashion than just an acceptance of a Creator through the Creation of Nature) only gives individuals a more powerful excuse to evilly misbehave. God and His truth is not found, first or only, in a book or a story or a list or a mosque or a church or an organization, etc; these are jokes and more men than not have always been willing to be ruled by fools. And, for me and millions of others, being a true American, first, is a greater virtue than being Christian. And NO, the two ARE NOT mutually exclusive.
A few other things before I go. First, if you ordered merchandise and are expecting a personal Chrismas Card, I want you to know that all are sent out. The weather threw everything out of whack, though, so be aware of that. We didn’t have any mail delivered for 7 days and Postal Service here in NM is notorioulsy horrible anyway, so it had to have been effected during the storms because the whole city was shut down when I ventured into it. Give it till the middle of next week and if you don’t have your card, write me an email at mrwarrior@ultimatewarrior.com and I’ll get you another one. If you live in another country, which many of you who ordered do, give it a few extra days beyond the middle of next week, then let me know.
Next, if you want to post comments here at the blog be sure and post them under the right post that you’re commenting on. I don’t have the time to cut and paste them into their correct place.
Some of you have written wondering if controversial and critical comments are accepted. I don’t have a problem with disagreement and even criticism if you want, but write intelligibly and say more than a string of four-letter words. I have no qualms about four-letter words, but use them sparingly and use them to emphasize your point, not as the only words you seem to know. “F’ this” and “F’ that” doesn’t cut it.
If you post desperate and screeching, dramatized comments one after another after another, they go in the trash.
If you only want to comment on having enjoyed Ultimate Warrior’s wrestling career, you can do so at Warrior Web, the official site.
Some of you have posted comments responding to I don’t know who. The person you address is not an identifiable commentor here on the blog, so I can only guess that you know a commentor by another identifier you are using or you are carrying on a exchange with someone behind this blog’s scene. This blog is to be used to make comments interacting with other blog commentors who can be identified by their user names and email addresses, here, not someplace else.
If you are Jason, you can quit writing 20 pages assaults on a guy named Andrew. I don’t know you, but I can promise you that there is a rubber room with your name on it like the one you say this Andrew guy belongs in. And I can promise you something else. If either of you ever come onto my property without an invitation, my well-trained “bite and drawn blood before you bark” dogs, or one of my many Mossburgs covertly-planted in convenient locations throughout the property, will have your skin a little torn up for a few weeks or more. The internet is filled with idiots, yes. This I know. But wherever you got your information that I would be tolerating such behavior is wrong, very wrong. Behave yourself or get the hell out of here.
I’ve got something I want to get into, but I have to run for now.
Your Founding Father of Ring Life Intensity,
Always Believe,
Warrior
:love: Warrior!