All in the Family featured the curmudgeonly Archie Bunker. Archie was television’s most famous grouch, blunt, blustering, straightforward and untouched by the PC crowd. He was the archetype of the conservative male. Michael desprately tried to reeducate him, but he persisted in his breviloquence.



Looking back at the last 40 years, we realize: ARCHIE WAS RIGHT!

9/28/2011

Where is Roci?

Today Roci had a real good post in which he criticized the New York PD for wanting to shoot down planes.  He went further than that though and talked about the criminal nature of our government shooting down planes with Americans in them.  Then his blog disappeared. Its possible he just got in a snit or wanted to reinvent his blog again.  If any one knows the reason, I'd like to know as well.

9/21/2011

Bad Joke Wednesday

It had been a quiet night at the local bar so far, but then the door was thrown open and an interstate highway strode in.

"I'm an interstate highway," he declared. "I stretch from coast to coast and have at least four lanes, shoulders, and a median almost my entire length. I have the highest speed limit of any highway. I'm the best of the highways, and I'm afraid of no highway and no road."

He then strode up to the bar, ordered a beer, and began drinking it while looking around.

A short time later, a four-lane highway came in, went to the end of the bar, and ordered a beer.

The interstate looked him over and walked over to him. "I'm an interstate highway," he declared. "I stretch from coast to coast and have at least four lanes, shoulders, and a median almost my entire length. I have the highest speed limit of any highway. I'm the best of the highways, and I'm not afraid of you."

The four-lane highway said, "I agree that you're the best. I don't want any trouble with you. Let me buy you a beer," and he did. They drank their beers and discussed their engineering specifications.

After a half hour, the door opened again and a two-lane road came in, went to the other end of the bar, and ordered a beer.

The interstate looked him over and told the four-lane highway that he had to take care of the new arrival. He walked over to the two-lane road and said, "I'm an interstate highway.  I stretch from coast to coast and have at least four lanes, shoulders, and a median almost my entire length.  I have the highest speed limit of any highway. I'm the best of the highways, and I'm not afraid of you."

The two-lane road quivered a bit and said, "You're absolutely right. You are the best of the highways.  I'm just a lowly two-lane road. I don't want any trouble. Can I buy beers for you and the four-lane highway?"

The interstate motioned the four-lane highway to come over. The two-lane road bought beers for each of them, and the three of them drank their beers and discussed the merits of various paving materials.

After another half hour, the door opened again and a strip of asphalt about eight feet wide came in. The interstate highway ducked behind the bar and hid there quivering quietly.

The bartender was shocked.

After serving the asphalt strip, he walked over to where the interstate was hiding. "I watched you stand up to the four-lane highway and the two-lane road. You said you weren't afraid of any highway or road. Why are you hiding from that little asphalt strip?"

The interstate replied quietly, "It's true that I'm not afraid of any highway or road, but he's a cycle path."

9/20/2011

Issues

I've received a couple of emails about not being able to comment on the posts.  So far I haven't been able to duplicate the problem, either from home or from work.  Please try to post a comment and then if your having problems please send me an email. If anyone has a suggestion on a commenting program they think would be better, please let me know.

Thanks

9/16/2011

Astro is Back

In case you don't know my friend Astrosmith has started back on his blogging.  For those of you who don't know he really is a rocket scientist, which means he's real smart, even if he looks a lot like Al from Home Improvement in real life.  :-) Drop by and give him a try.

At Least He Didn't Hug Him

I like these kinds of stories.  A fine example of American manhood goes above and beyond because, well because he knows its right and he can't help not doing the right thing, even when everyone knows he will die, even when he's told not to.  He he is needed, he can't not rush in, he can't wait for someone else to man up and get er done.  He is there.  The time is now.  The cost of action isn't important, the cost of inaction is unacceptable.  He may die.  He will not be defeated, he will not be dishonored.
Meyer and the other Americans had gone to the area to train Afghan military members when, suddenly, the village lights went out and gunfire erupted. About 50 Taliban insurgents on mountainsides and in the village ambushed the patrol.
As the forward team called for air support that wasn't coming, Meyer, a corporal at the time, begged his command to let him head into the incoming fire to help.
Four times he was denied his request before Meyer and another Marine, Staff Sgt. Juan Rodriguez-Chavez, jumped into the Humvee and headed into the fray.
For saving 36 of his comrades in arms Cpl Meyer was awarded his nations highest honor.  The down side?  He had to suffer through having BO award it to him.  At least O Bummer didn't give him a big hug, like the last time BO had a big time hero photo op.

There are any number of things that I think I'd change or do different if I was president.  Fact is, I can say that for sure.  I don't really know what decision I'd make if I was in the big chair.  After all you don't know what information you would have at the time you had to make your decision and hind sight is always 20/20.  However there is one thing that I know deep down inside that I would do if I ever was the president and if I had the honor of  awarding the Medal of Honor.

First, the ceremony would be outside so the Marine could wear his cover.  Second, I would order a 21 gun salute to begin as soon as I stepped back form hanging the Medal on his neck.  Third, at the exact moment the first shot was fired I would come to attention and salute the recipient.  I would hold that salute until the 21st gun was fired and the Marine returned my salute.  This would happen without reporters.  I don't need a stinking photo op, it's not about me.  Our armed forces deserve RESPECT from the bummer in chief.  His refusal to render proper courtesy on EVERY occasion he has had to award the Medal, disgusts me.  I can safely say, in the unlikely event I ever had his job, I would do this part better.

There is yet another bright spot in this story:
In the ceremony, Obama praised Meyer's humility and work ethic, noting that he would not even take a call from the president during his shift at a construction job because he was working. He's now out of the Marines. So they two arranged to talk over his lunch hour. Obama jokingly kidded him with thanks for taking the call.
Um yeah, it was his work ethic that kept him from taking O Bummer's call.  "He's now out of the Marines." Which of course means he is free to say "screw it I haven't got time for that loser, tell him I'm working and my boss won't let me come to the phone".  Which is how I hope it went down when a fine heroic example of American manhood was faced a second time with an unspeakable situation that required exemplary courage, not to mention a strong stomach.