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"A Garage ninja must prepare himself. You shall be tested. Are you ready? We shall see.?"

If you were ever a fan of the cheesy, Japanese king Fu/Karate films, then that shit will make sense. If not........... Oh well.

I've been sitting on this project for 6 months now. I started getting the garage cleaned and ready tonight. I'm gonna have to have a major purge and realignment of shit. The lawn mowers are going out to the barn for the winter for starters.

The Barn needs a major clean up too. That'll be coming soon also.

"One must be pure and have his mind free of all distractions, Grasshopper."

Yeah, I got some major work to do there to get my ninja on the right track. But I'm working on it.

I think I found a guy to help me sort this thing out. He's a Brit too. HIS ninja sounded pretty strong on the phone. Hopefully he can help me get this Bike back into shape without breaking the bank. I can see I'm gonna have to start looking for some overtime as it is. These projects have a tendency to have over runs comparable to say ........... that of your typical OHIO Class, nuclear missile submarine overhaul.

I'll get some newer pics up in the near future.

Rosa Parks to Lie in Honor at Capitol.....

Congress has authorized this rite only 29 times since homage was paid to Henry Clay in 1852. Those honored include Abraham Lincoln, Gen. John Pershing, John Kennedy, Lyndon Johnson, Hubert Humphrey and unknown soldiers from the world wars, the Korean War and the Vietnam War. The most recent was President Reagan in June last year.

That's a fitting and proper way to honor her. I'm thinking she has a front row seat in Heaven about now.

http://www.breitbart.com/news/2005/10/28/D8DH80080.html

I love shit like this. Stolen from:http://rschultz.blogspot.com/

Uncle Wilbur...........

My Grandmothers, older Brother and an extremely cool person. Wilbur was literally, "Blind in one and can't see out of the other". He lost the majority of his sight when he was in his 30's from Diabetes.

Years ago, while in High School, I'd take off on a weekend and head South to grandma's' house. Wilbur lived a few blocks away, so I always made a point of dropping in to see him.

Even if he couldn't see me.

Rimshot! OK, that was lame, but he'd have laughed at it. Like I said, Wilbur was cool.

One of the earliest memories of Wilbur goes like this..........
Dad and Mom, with the (then) 3 boys in the the old '59 Chevy going to grandma's' house. Driving into town, Dad sees Wilbur crossing the street ahead of him. Dad, being the good nephew, honks and waves as he drives by. Wilbur, being blind, raises his white cane with the red tip and hollers - "Blow it out your ass, you dumb Son of a Bitch!!". Dad, realizing what just happened, busts out laughing. Mom, starts bitching.

Wilbur played baseball on some industrial teams in the early years of the last century. He was a big guy. 6'- 5" or so. If I remember right, he pitched and played first base. He must've been pretty good, because he was on a traveling team for a few years.

He had a near perfect memory. I'm sure that being blind helped him develop that trait. He could tell me every address he'd ever lived at, name of every fellow ballplayer, score of every game and who pitched. Anything. It was amazing.

He had a glass eye. As a kid, that intrigued me no end. He took it out and showed it to me once and I about shit.

To give you an idea of his sense of humor, how's this......

We're at grandma's' all having dinner. My Dads' sister Dorothy is sitting next to Wilbur. Dorothy, is a strange, "Nervous Type" and jumpy as hell. Always was. Wilbur takes his eye out, puts it in his spoon and drops it down into his soup. He looks at Aunt Dot, while pulling it out of the bowl and asks - "Dot, what's this in my soup?" Dot has an immediate case of the vapours and screams. Falls over backwards, pisses her pants and passes out cold. Wilbur wipes his eye off on his pants and puts it back in and acts like nothing ever happened. He was probably 75 or 80 years old at the time.

Yep, Wilbur was the coolest.

SOX WIN! SOX WIN! SOX WIN!

Need I say More? WooHoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OK, Maybe This Will Give Some Context to the Previous Post About Britain...........

So, you may have figured out that I'm a History Geek. Jonathon Last has written a very good article in The Weekly Standard that will, perhaps explain some of my frustration expressed in the post below.

WHAT DOES MODERN HISTORY have to teach us about the age of American empire? The final chapters of the British Empire offer lessons and parallels aplenty. Empires don't last forever, and the combination of martial victory, popular ennui, and liberal anti-patriotism is a dangerous mix for a superpower.

At the beginning of the 20th century, the British Empire was an unopposed hyperpower (much as the United States has been since 1989). As historian Colin Cross observes: "In terms of influence it was the only world power." The British people and their leaders accepted this fact. In the early 1930s, Prime Minister Stanley Baldwin pronounced that "the British Empire stands firm, as a great force for good." Historian William Manchester argues that "most of the crown's subjects, abroad as well as at home, felt comfortable with imperialism."

But after the conclusion of the first World War, Britain's imperial psyche began to fracture. "After the survivors of the Western front came home," Manchester writes, "Britons wanted nothing more to do with war; most of them hoped never again to lay their eyes on an Englishman in uniform, and they were losing their taste for Empire." Winston Churchill despaired of this change. "The shadow of victory is disillusion," he noted. "The reaction from extreme effort is prostration. The aftermath even of successful war is long and bitter."

A deep desire to avoid conflict, even at the price of letting the Empire dissolve, permeated British society. In 1931, the House of Commons passed the Statute of Westminster, the
first step toward independence for Britain's dominions. In 1932, a poll found that 10.4 million Britons supported England's unilateral disarmament, while only 870,000 opposed it. Historian Alistair Horne observes that, after World War I, it took just about 10 years for the "urge for national grandeur" to be replaced by "a deep longing simply to be left in peace."

http://www.weeklystandard.com/Content/Public/Articles/000/000/006/200fxbyi.asp

Read the whole thing as this is only the lead in. The parallels are rather disturbing between the Liberal, British, Suckbutts of then and The Liberal, American Suckbutts currently harping about accommodation and understanding.

No, this doesn't mean that I believe that the USA is currently engaged in creating or expanding an empire. Nor do I think we should be, thank you.

It's Hard to Believe
that Only 100 Years
Ago, Britain had an
Empire Spanning
the Globe...




And Now they've become a nation of Bed Wetting, Pussyfarts.
One needs to look no further than this item.

Piggy banks 'offend UK Muslims'

British banks are banning piggy banks because they may offend some Muslims.
Halifax and NatWest banks have led the move to scrap the time-honoured symbol of saving from being given to children or used in their advertising, the Daily Express/Daily Star group reports here.
Muslims do not eat pork, as Islamic culture deems the pig to be an impure animal.
Salim Mulla, secretary of the Lancashire Council of Mosques, backed the bank move.
"This is a sensitive issue and I think the banks are simply being courteous to their customers," he said.

I realize this doesn't reflect how everyone in Great Britain thinks.............. But Damn, it's just so frustrating. This roll over and play nice BS isn't new or unique to the Brits by any means. But one would have thought they'd have learned something from Neville Chamberlains' "Peace in our time" BS in 1939.

Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. - Albert Einstein

As always, God Bless LGF.

http://littlegreenfootballs.com/weblog/?entry=17982_Piggy_Banks_Banned_in_Britain&only

Gay Dog Update......

Yep, That's Pete, I told you about this Dumb Bastard in this post-

http://crazyuncle.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-dog-has-gone-gay.html

It seems that his recent flirtation with - Alternative, Doggie lifestyle has ended. Pete's not talkin', so I'm not sure if he actually chose to return to "I'm just a neutered Mutt and I should be content with pissin' all over everything in the yard" - or if Max, his ..... you know, Buddy, called it off.

Doesn't matter. At least I can let his stupid ass outside w/o having to go over to the neighbors house and drag him home everytime.

That's a major relief. But hey, look at that face. No wonder, Max the Mastiff, went for him.

I can't look at Max w/o thinking of those Gay, California, Body Builders anymore though.

OK, What the Hell is Going on Here???

All the sidebar crap, Links, etc are slowly sinking here.

WTF is THAT shit about? God I am so ignorant about this shit it's gonna take me a month to figure it out.

DON'T MAKE ME LEARN HTML, G**DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My poor liver will never handle the inevitable strain that will be placed on it if I have to actually, you know, LEARN how to do this shit. Those old coping skills are not good on my, already compromised system.

Damn, next thing you know, I'll be wanting to move this shit to a real host, not this free one. Just shoot me now and get it over with.

Annette Never Wore This Uniform!

"Who's the leader of the club, that's made for you and me...."

Shamelessly stolen from Denny here -

http://www.grouchyoldcripple.com/

Imagine, somebody had to think up this idea and act on it - BEFORE the drinking started.

Incredable.

Duct Tape. Is There Anything It Can't Do?

Or, How I fix My
$18,000
Motorcycle
with
.50 cents
worth of
Duct Tape!

OK, not posting this to make fun of the good Dr J. Besides, he doesn't read this shit anyway.

No, this is sort of a "Shit Happens" post and picture.

I'm getting tired of the whole day by day trip report anyway. To much like work. If somebody was actually reading this it would be different.

No, this is just an interesting tidbit from day 2. Dr J had a momentary break in his attention span and drove his new BMW into the back of Mr T's bike. Punched the front end in on the BMW and - OK, I'm guessing here but I'm pretty sure - surprising the shit out of Mr T by knocking his ass over in the intersection.

Pretty minor damage all around and nobody got hurt, so we can laugh about it now. OK, Docs ego got bruised but that's not gonna kill him.

Hey, these guys laughed at me because I carry all kinds of weird shit w/ me. The "Emergency Duct Tape" I keep for just such a situation validates my paranoia about these things. I even used one of the "Back up Zip Ties" I carry too!

They don't make fun about that paranoid shit anymore. Not that I make it real difficult for anyone to find shit to laugh at me for.

Duct Tape, once again, holding the world together. I love that shit.

Here's an Interesting OpEd For You.....

I saw this over at Cold Fury the other day.

(http://coldfury.com/index.php/?p=5869)

From the NewYork Post. Read it now, so you'll be ready for the media barrage that's soon to be directed at us from the Lamestream Media.

http://www.nypost.com/postopinion/opedcolumnists/29740.htm

Here's a little excerpt:

October 20, 2005 -- WE'LL soon reach a total of 2,000 dead American troops in Iraq. You won't miss the day it happens. The media will pound it into you.

But no one will tell you what that number really means — and what it doesn't.
Unable to convince the Bush administration or our troops to cut and run, the American left is waging its campaign of support for Islamist terror through our all-too-cooperative media. And you're the duck in the anti-war movement's shooting gallery.

Breathless anchors and voice-of-God columnists will suggest that 2,000 dead is an exorbitant price to pay in wartime, that reaching such a threshold means we've failed and that it's time to "support our troops and bring them home."

All lies. Certainly, the life of every American service member matters to us. But the left's attempt to exploit dead soldiers and Marines for partisan purposes is worse than grave-robbing: Ghouls only take gold rings and decaying flesh; the left wants to rob our war dead of their sacrifices and their achievements, their honor and their pride.

Those who died in Iraq have not died in vain. Even should Iraq fail itself in the end, our courageous effort to give one Middle-Eastern Muslim population a chance to create a rule-of-law democracy has been worth the cost — for their sake, but also for ours. Without a transformation of the Middle East, we shall see no end of terror.

As a former soldier whose friends still serve under our flag, I'm especially disgusted by the pretense on the part of those who never served and who wouldn't dream of letting their own children serve that they speak for the men and women in uniform. (Bold highlights done by Yer Unk)

As a former Soldier myself, I couldn't agree more. Go read the whole thing

200 years ago. But we can still celebrate!!!!!

Hey, just thinking about the Friggin Frogs getting their asses kicked makes me all warm and fuzzy!! Of course, the Brits were out numbered at Trafalger, but that's one of those things that makes the French so pathetic.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Trafalgar - Celebrate Children! Newcastle Ale for the troops.

Here's a big, Damn Surprise ..............

I picked up a Chicago Tribune last Friday while I was on the "Trip". Looked it over quickly while sucking down a bottle of Gatoraid and tossed in the saddlebags and forgot about it till this morning, when I unloaded some of the extra shit still in the bags. - Nice run on sentence, eh?

Anyway, I noted in the upper right corner a small title under the "World" category. "Bush critic wins literature Nobel"

What a Shocker that is. Who would have expected a "Bush critic" to be awarded a friggin' Nobel? Better yet. Who would've expected anything BUT a "Bush critic" to be awarded anything from these Leftist Assholes.

Harold Pinter was the lucky recipient. I was trying to recall why I knew that name...... I'm not a big fan of plays in general and admittedly, I am a bit ignorant of who's who in that part of the world. Yeah, British playwrights for $500, Alex, is not likely to be one of the first categories I go to on jeopardy.

Then it hit me. OHhhhhhhh, THAT Harold Pinter. - "The American administration is a bloodthirsty wild animal" ( The Telegraph 11-12-02)

"The playwright said: "The US is really beyond reason now. It is beyond our imagining to know what they are going to do next and what they are prepared to do. There is only one comparison: Nazi Germany.
"Nazi Germany wanted total domination of Europe and they nearly did it. The US wants total domination of the world and is about to consolidate that." (The guardian 6-11-03)

Here's a little something from his website - (Hat tip to LGF)

In 1958 I wrote the following: "There are no hard distinctions between what is real and what is unreal, nor between what is true and what is false. A thing is not necessarily either true or false; it can be both true and false." I believe that these assertions still make sense and do still apply to the exploration of reality through art. So as a writer I stand by them but as a citizen I cannot. As a citizen I must ask: What is true? What is false?

Maybe he should just shut the fuck up if he can't tell what the hell is going on anyway. Goofy Bastard gets a Nobel for what again? Oh yeah, He's a "Bush Critic".

Complete and total bullshit. Pinter, the Nobel academy and the rest of the leftist assholes who adore these Socialist Bastards all need a good kick in the Nards. No, they need several good kicks in the Nards. Daily. That may be a cure for Bush Derangement Syndrome. But I doubt it.

There's no end to the BS I can Google on this Spoogenozzle. But what's the point? King Gustav III began the academy in 1786. Somehow, I doubt the recent winners are what he envisioned when He set up the whole thing.

Day 6. Deals Gap!!!

Headed out of London Sunday morning.

Weather was still crappy at the start, but cleared up about he time I got back into TN. I continued taking 2 laners down to Knoxville. Traffic sucked and the road work made it suckier. Thankfully it didn't last long and I was headed down US 129.

The entire area down that way is full of good places to ride.

Deals Gap is kinda special. 318 turns in an 11 mile stretch!!!

My Bestest Buddy, Steve, has been trying to get me down there for a long time. But seeing as I didn't have a bike for a long time, it seemed kinda stupid for me to go. I shoulda had a bike and went. The "Tail of the Dragon" as it's called is everything it's billed as. A very cool, highly technical road that will bite you in the ass if you screw up. People get in over their heads every weekend and crash. Being the pussy I am, I took it easy and didn't ride all to aggressively. I kept an eye out in the mirrors for the really fast guys and waved them by when it was clear.

The above shot is the gas station at the NC end of the Gap. I lost the pics taken at the TN end somehow. Bummer. I spent about an 1/2 hour at the TN end when I got there just scoping out the bikes. Lots of cool stuff. Some of these guys are waaaaaaaaaay serious riders. Some are like me, marginal. Some of the marginal guys THINK they can ride really fast and run wide over the double yellow and make shit dangerous for everyone. I took it easy and still had a great ride, while being safe for everyone.

Hung out at the NC end at the gas station for a little while and met some nice folks. DynoDan is a guy who posts on the Concours owners forum and he spent a few minutes giving me a few routes to ride. Nice guy and Thanks!!

Rode all afternoon around the area and found a nice place to crap out for the night. I will definitely be back at the Gap next Spring.

Day 5, Saturday 10-8-05 .........

The annual Family Hoedown!!!!

Always big fun. This is a big deal that I seem to miss most years. I always regret it too. Not this year! The youngin' above is Dogboy. That's his Granny with him. Yes, he plays drums pretty well. The nice thing about this get together is, even if he played like crap, nobody would care. Everyone is welcome to get up and sing, play an instrument or have fun. There are some super talented people there. Not including myself here. But like I said, nobody makes fun of you. It rained most of the day anyway. I'd much rather spend the day eating, making music and visiting w/ friends than driving for the sake of driving. This was one of only 2 major "Had to do's" for the entire trip.

Dogboy & I shared my room and split the next morning. He headed North for home............ I headed Southeast in search of Dragons!

Day 4. Friday 10-7....

Got the hell out of the "Motel Hell" before daylight and headed North. Didn't much care where I was going. Figured I had all day to get to London, KY. Weather was sucking. Cool and sorta raining.

Rode Northeast from Clarksville and headed to KY. Stopped for breakfast in, don't quote me here, Middleton, KY. Might have been Russelville. Either way, breakfast there almost made up for the nasty room the night before. Almost. 1 breakfast cannot be that good.

Spent the whole day ambling along looking for good roads and hoping it was gonna dry up. I found nothing but good roads, but it didn't dry up much. It didn't get any worse though. It even quit raining once in a while.

I noticed something peculiar about the way KY marks it's roads. You may be looking for an intersection, fine, not to hard. When you get to it. It'll have arrows going both ways.... but no direction is noted. This shit can get confusing on roads that turn all different ways and not having any Sun because of the cloud cover. I'm pretty good about orienting myself directionally, but it caused me grief once. Being one who doesn't like to turn around for much of anything, I generally keep going and figure an alternate route if I get screwed up. only had to reboot once. I found myself heading back into TN. That normally wouldn't be a problem but I was still maintaining a semi-stiffy about the "Motel Hell" and didn't want to see any more of TN for a day or so. I had to backtrack about 10 miles and find the road I missed. It wasn't marked, so I didn't feel too bad about missing it.

Rode all day in the mist and rain to London, KY and found a GOOD, CLEAN, SAFE, CHEAP, motel to stay in. WooHoo! Big Family get together tomorrow!

Day 3 Continued.....

Blogger seems to be having some issues w/ posting pictures tonight, so I broke this into 2 sections. I've yet to figure out how to put pics where I want them yet anyway. But shit, it's free.

Yep, that's The Britton. Good Lord that guy must have been a friggin genius.

I was at The Chiefs place (My older brother) last Friday and was showing him the pics I'd taken. I was all stoked up about seeing the Britton and he tells me, sorta casually, how when he took a bike to Daytona, he was in the pits and got to talk to Mr. Britton and his crew and check out the bike from.... like 2 feet away. He was being all cool about it. The Shithead. Yeah, he's got major cool points going for him. For this and lots of other shit too. Prick.

The bastard has 2 bikes in his garage that were in the display! A Ducati 750 SS and a Bultaco Matrella. Granted, neither of his bikes are in the same pristine condition that the display bikes were .... but both of his run. The Duck ran real well the 1 time he let me ride it.

Yeah, Chief gets BIG props for all around cool points. I doubt to many people have a brother that has 2, pre 1970 bikes from the "Art of the Motorcycle" display in their garage.

Day 3. After the Show.....

We left Memphis and Dr J and Mr T had to split for home. We rode North to Union City, TN and split up. They went for home and I headed East. I just followed my nose and took 2 lane stuff all afternoon and rode some real nice roads. It started misting and the temp dropped about 4pm. Not bad, but not good either. I started looking for a place to stay and missed a couple I should have stopped at and kept driving on into Clarksville. TN. Stayed at the ABSOLUTE. NASTIEST. SHITHOLE. DIVE. IN THE FRIGGIN WORLD.

OK, maybe not in the world, but it was the shitiest place I've ever stayed in. That's saying something too. Not ever being one who was real picky about a place to sleep, I've stayed in some funky places before. No Comparison. THE WORST. Had I gone a block or 2 more, I'd have had several better places to choose from that probably wouldn't have cost much more. BUT, it was raining & dark and I was tired and cold.

I didn't sleep to well, thinking that the place was going to burn down any minute. I was worried that I might end up w/ a roach in my ear if I did fall asleep too. Too nasty to describe. Just one of those things you'd have to experience, but probably shouldn't.

Day 3. Memphis and beyond..

Yep, this is why you should go to the "Art of the Motorcycle"

Incredable display! The bike on the left was built in 1914 and had 45HP and went 110 MPH. Board track racing had to be sooooooooooo cool as a spectator sport.

We left Wynne, Arkansas and went into Memphis in the morning and spent a couple of hours at the display. So great I can't even discribe it. Just go.

Got home last night......

Yep, that's the Blueridge Parkway in the bottom picture! Beautiful ride. Just do it if you haven't.

Started doing a day by day journal below, but I'm such a slow typist... we'll see.

I'm gonna post a few pics for now.

Notice in the picture on the top (Day 2 in Arkansas) where my hand is resting. If there was a windshield there I'd not be able to do that! You can't see the black eyes I was sporting there either - thankfully. Not having a w/shield wasn't to big of a problem though. The winds on Thursday (the 7th?) from the hurricane that went thru Mexico were gusting 30+ mph. That hurt some. My head was doing the Bobblehead bounce pretty bad at anything above 50 mph. It never rained hard enough to be a problem.

Day 11. 3,000 miles and counting.......
Day 1

Major cool trip so far. Started out a little rough though. We left Tuesday at about 11 am and headed toward MO. First gas stop was in Poseyville, IN. Tried to put the Connie up on the centerstand and couldn't do it easily w/ all the crap I had loaded on it. Said oh well and put the side stand down and filled it. Went inside to pay and while I'm standing in line, I see the 2 fellas I'm riding with messing w/ my bike. WTF? Seems I'm an idiot and didn't put it in gear after trying to get that loaded up pig on the centerstand. It fell over. All by itself. Broke the windshield and the footpeg. Crap. Not a good omen.

Luckily, there was a welding shop only a half mile away and Caroline, the owner, fixed me right up. $25 bucks. I mounted it back on and was repacking all my crap in about an hour. OK, could be worse. I called the wife and had her order a new windshield from Murph. I figured she could bring it down to KY on Saturday when I meet her there for the big Family get together. I'll just have to ride it sans windshield for 4-5 days. Aw heck, I can handle that right?

Pack the tools away and started cording all the crap back on the bike to continue the trip. Lose grip on Bungee cord that's streched waaaaaay out. Bungee cord flies around at close to supersonic speed and whacks me in the damn nose! DAMN THAT HURT!!!!! Damn near knocked me over. Glasses went flying and I'm paranoid they may be broken. Glasses are fine. NOSE IS BROKEN!!!

Aw crap. I'm bleeding too. Dr. J says it could use a stitch or 2. Since he doesn't have a suture set w/ him that shit ain't happening. Get a bandaid out and after cussing for a few minutes, finish repacking.

Damn, all that cold air on my nose feels pretty good. I'm sure that's not gonna feel so good before long and I'm gonna be missing that windshield before Saturday. Oh well. Onward to MO.

Pretty uneventful day after that. Made it around St. Louis and Southwest about 20 - 30 miles and crapped out. Dr J and Mr T had only had about 3 hours sleep. We were right about where we wanted to be anyway. Fun riding begins in the morning. I figure tomorrow has got be better. My Friggin nose hurts like a bitch and I'm getting some little circles under both eyes. Great.


Day 2 ....

Get a good early start and head Southwest. We'd decided last night that Hwy 19 looks like a good road and we zip down to Cuba, MO and pick it up there and head South. Hwy 19 is a really nice ride. Nice & twisty w/ nice pavement. Mr T took the lead and set a nice pace. Not too fast but just about right. We all know to ride our own ride and not get stupid. Mr T is the best rider. Dr J has a brand new BMW w/ 170 HP and I've got the oldest, slowest bike w/ way more gear than either of them, because I'm gonna be gone way longer. Nope, after yesterday, I'm not gonna even try to play speed racer. Prudence is a virtue.

Oh, my friggin nose hurts too. Yeah, just ride and have fun.

Stopped for gas and lunch in Eminence, MO. Had great BBQ at one of the coolest places. "Deans BBQ". If you're ever there, just stop. Good BBQ, way cool decor and nice looking Cowgirl waitresses. All around neat place.

Rode Hwy 19 down to Arkansas. Rode around in a Southeast direction till dark and found a place to stay. Wynne, Arkansas. Will go into Memphis tomorrow (Thursday) and see "The Art of the Motorcycle".

I'm still not home yet. It's 2:30 in the morning. I'll continue this when I get home in a couple days.

Leaving town Today...............

Later this morning. Heading out with Dr. J and Mr. T. Looks like we're heading to the Ozarks first. Bikes packed and I'm up already, 'cause I'm all worked up like a little kid on Christmas.

Yep, gonna have fun!

Another Quote for Saturday...........

From another of my heros -

The man who views the world at 50 the same as he did at 20 has wasted 30 years of his life. --Muhammad Ali

I love that guy.

Random Qoute for Saturday...........

Politics is supposed to be the second-oldest profession. I have come to realize that it bears a very close resemblance to the first. -- Ronald Reagan