Monday, September 26, 2011

Life sucks

As I move through life, I make friends.   My life seems to get better and better.  Then one of those 'friends' stabs me in the back.  Now I'm angry and when I'm angry everything that happens seems magnified.  Little crap pisses me off.  Everyday is hard.  I pull back from everyone.  Even knowing what is happening doesn't seem to help.  I hate this fucking shit.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Reasons

One thing I really disagree with in a lot of the blogs I read is the reasons for terrorism.  Religion rarely has anything to do with killing people.  Don't get me wrong.  Religion is great for motivating low level troops and public propaganda.  It's a really stupid reason to spend large chunks of your resources and thousands of lives.  Osama wasn't interested in religion, although he certainly played lip service to it.  He was interested in the huge inequities in his native land and the oppressed people of Palestine.  Say what you will about horrible things done to the Jews, they've done most of those things to the Palestinians as well.  There are no clean hands in that mess.

Time and again religion has been used to cloak the true reasons for war.  If you really want to know why wars happen, follow the money.

Don't believe me?  Look at the crusades.  Sure, religion was used as the excuse but land for generating income was the real goal.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Ten Years

Ten Years after 9/11.  That day my son was upset that his cartoons weren't on.  "Some plane ran into a building."  I walked into the living room just as the second plane hit.  I didn't feel angry that day.  Sad yes, angry no.  Maybe that is what is wrong with our country.

Today my son is back from basic training.  He'll finish High School, then AIT, then college.  Maybe it really has been ten years.

Classifier Match

Last Saturday I ran the bike over to Bozeman to compete in a Classifer match.  I had an average day.  One squib round cost me a stage.  That sucked.  I did really well on stages that were Virgina Count or Timed Fire.  And pretty bad on stages that were Comstock.  This tells me one thing that I can't seem to get through my head no matter how many times I say it and think it:

SLOW DOWN AND GET YOUR HITS!

You really can't miss fast enough to win.