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On this national day of Thanks giving I am mulling over tome of the things for which I give thanks. Right at the top of the list is that God sent his son as the perfect sacrifice for my sins. On a more human level, God has allowed me an amazing family all of whom are healthy, fed, clothed and who have a roof over their heads. As I look at the world around me, I realize just how fortunate this makes me and my family.

We in the USA have our poor and destitute, but even they as a class have much for which to be thankful. American poor are still better off than about 80% of the world’s people, and unlike many in other nations, our poor have the opportunity to improve their circumstances.

As we celebrate this day of prayer and thanksgiving, we need to remember those who are still struggling to recover from natural disaster, who are in fear of their lives because of beliefs they hold, those who are oppressed because they are of the wrong race or sex, and those who are dealing with ongoing, or terminal health issues.

Last but certainly not least, I ask that we give thanks for the service of those in our armed forces who serve far from home defending our freedom from those who would take it from us.

 

 

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From all of us here at the Southern Command, to all of you — may you have a blessed and Happy Thanksgiving. Be sure to take a few moments to say a prayer for all the men and women serving in our military stationed overseas this Holiday season. Also be sure to give thanks at your meal for those veterans past and present who have made the choice to serve our country’s military that ensured our freedom to enjoy that meal today.

On to the update.

If you’ve been following the recent announcements from the Command Public Affairs office, you’ll already know that the Generalette and I are in the process of getting licensed as a foster/adopt home. Well this week, the final piece of the pre-licensure puzzle was completed. The home study. The agency we are going through did approve our home, which is what we were hoping for. Now our license package gets typed up and submitted to CPS (aka Child Protective Services) for the final licensing steps. Should take about two weeks to complete and the license to get sent out. Once we get the rubber-stamp approval from CPS, that’s when the fun begins. It’s at that point that we could get the call that there is a child for us to take in. As you can imagine, the Generalette is almost beside herself with anticipation. On top of it all, the Christmas season is a huge deal for her and her family.

More details as they become available.

ThatIsAll™

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Those of you who have read me for any  length of time – well, you probably knew it was coming all along, didn’t you? – but you know damned well what this is.

For now, click the link.  Go ahead.  Click it.  You know you want to.

And turn it up.  Waaaaaay  up.    )

That’s right, sportz fanz:  It’s vacation time for His Rudeness™.  A chance to Get Away From It All™, as it were.

We’re out of money at the moment, so it’s gonna be a staycation, which will give us enough time to finish decorating the new digs.

MRS. VENOMOUS:  Along with other  stuff…right, sweetie…???

VENOMOUS

Vicar, General – you guys have the conn.  General…when you’re done chlorinating the gene pool of Twinkie-hating union goons down there in the Southern Command™, could I borrow another squadron of those black helicopters…? 

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Earlier today some guy named Steve Crager made a post to Facebook about remembering our uniformed men and women who’s commitment to the defense of our Constitution prevents them from celebrating the holidays with their loved ones. All smart alec comments aside, I have to agree wholeheartedly with this stranger. This year we have retail store employees complaining because they have to go into their urban, or suburban, climate controlled workplaces, on Thanksgiving day, work their 6-8 hours, and then go home to their families. While these folks are busy telling the world how unfair this is, we have other men and women working the same thanksgiving holiday, but they do so in an environment in which anyone they meet might be wanting to kill them, they work in temperature extremes, and live in less than pleasant environments far away from any loved ones. They have n0 guarantee that they will get out of this job alive or in one piece. The amazing thing is that they seem not to complain, they merely fulfill the oath they took to defend our Constitution against all enemies foreign and domestic.

Might I suggest that the weenies who work at Walmart and the like need to get a life?

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As you may or may not have guessed, Denizens, the PFW is done for the year.  I’ve run out of ways to say that my teams suck.

In addition, the annual Fall Vacation Countdown™ isn’t going to be posted until maybe  tomorrow.  If then.

I know I tease, drop hints, etc, about hanging it up every now & again.  This time, though, it’s a major case of burnout.  I’ve been doing this now for over ten years, and I’m tired.  There are only so many ways you can say Bambi & the Demoscum are fucking cowards, only so many ways you can dare them to grow a set and come go mano a mano.  And when they don’t (see “Chickenshit, Mykki), what else is there?

So it’s a “sorta kinda” hiatus for Yours Truly™ for a little bit.  (Not that I’ve been writing all that much before, but still.)  I’ll come back when I fucking well feel like it.

When that might be…who the hell knows?

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I lied.

There won’t be a Perfect Football Weekend column this week, after all. There just isn’t time.

And that’s getting to be a major problem around here.  Remember how I’ve groused in the past about This Fine Blog™ going the route of the original BBS?  Never having time to maintain it and such?

That’s getting to be the case, writ extra-large, these days.  I can’t give this endeavor the time it deserves at this point, and I’m honestly wondering if I want things to continue that way going into 2014.

(For the One Or Two Of You That Still Care About This Blog™, yes – that’s an indication that I may be ready to put SCBBS back on the shelf for the time being.)

Watch this space.

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[SCENE:  On the near-powerless bridge of ISS VengeanceAdmiral Darth Venomous and General Korrioth are overseeing a minor refit of the communications module.  Chief Engineer Ozymandias McCool carries a solid-state console module in his arms, awaiting instruction from Venomous.]

VENOMOUS:  Anytime you’re ready, McCool.

OZY McCOOL:  Aye, sir.

[McCool slides the module into the empty slot.  Power comes to life on the bridge - for about two seconds.

Massive sparkage flies from the just-installed module, sending all three diving for cover.  (Well, Korrioth & McCool, anyway.  Venomous merely turns away with a disgusted look on his face.)

Venomous turns & glares at McCool.]

OZY McCOOL (looking very  nervous at the moment):  As I suspected, m’lord.  Major flaw in the J2 circuit.

VENOMOUS:  Fine.  And in whose head is Kor going to sink his bat’leth this  time?

OZY McCOOL:  Personally, I’d start with the union writers.  They’ve got all manner of plot devices up their sleeves, and they’ve had it in for you ever since you beheaded Allan.

KORRIOTH:  Point.

VENOMOUS (chuckling):  Mheh.  That’s what I like about you guys – no foolin’ around, cut to the chase.  Okay, Kor, see to it.

KORRIOTH:  (grunt)

Okay, we’re officially back online here, and all it cost me was my primary keyboard.  Fry’s will be furnishing me a replacement shortly.

In the meantime, we’ll catch up on the Perfect Football Weekend™ beginning tonight – Heights will play its annual one-and-done playoff game this evening, and I’ve some thoughts on Incognito-Juanita Martin (and no – that’s not a typo.)

Oh…and anyone who even dares breathe  the number “51″ dies.  You have been warned.

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RCOB WARNING!

I spent eleven years of my life standing in the defence of our nation’s constitution, and I understand that the General served for even longer. That document was written to provide the government necessary for a civil society, and at the same time to protect us from being oppressed by that government. More and more it seems that our government does not care about the document which is supposed to be our supreme law. Read this, and try to keep your temper.

It seems that after a routine traffic stop, the police in a New Mexico town decided that the driver had drugs concealed within his body. They took him to the local hospital, did anal probes, gave him enemas and forced him to defecate in front of hospital staff and the police. All this without a warrant. After finding no drugs, the driver was released and the hospital sent him the bill.

General, remind me again why we served?

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This guy agrees too!!

On to more important things….

Seems that the computer storage core maintenance went rather smoothly, and the boys allowed the base to return to normal ops tempo earlier than expected.

We’ll see how long it lasts though….

Dismissed™

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Attention all denizens. Professor Keenebeane here.

The Department of All Things Informational is pleased to inform you that today, November 2nd is Practice Being Psychic Day. Please promptly do so by determining what Supreme General Rayegun is thinking at this time and then psychically contact our representatives that are willingly standing by.

SG RAYEGUN: Umm Professor, a word please.

PROFESSOR KB: (barely able to speak due to some sort of “force” squeezing his throat) Y…ye (cough)…..yes…sir…(hack, cough, sputter). I’m on my way! (the Professor gulps quite audibly and slowly his face returns to a more normal pallor)

SG RAYEGUN: (to the audience) And you thought Venomous was the only one that could do that!!!

Okay, well on to something less trivial. Vicar, unless we hear from Venomous otherwise that his relocation efforts are completed you’ll get the conn solo as I will also being unavoidably detained later this week as my R&D boys have planned a computer core storage upgrade of the base network so I’ll be offline. Presently they have it planned for Wednesday through Friday, but it could extend into the weekend for obvious and not-so-obvious reasons. Until then though, I’ll be on the bridge hovering like I always do.

ThatIsAll™

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