Headlines
Man Robs Bank Armed with McDonald's Apple Pies
Police Arrest Naked Man Found Covered in Peanut Butter & Chocolate
Man Dies After Swallowing Dentures During Sex
'Soul Train' creator Don Cornelius dead
James Farentino dies at 73
White Castle Considers Offering Beer and Wine(I thought is where people went when already drunk)
America is Drunk(someone needs to slap Dr. Keith Ablow or buy him a drink or two)
Occupiers Pissing on Churches Housing Them (Literally)
Why Sunday Was a Great Day
Yesterday there were two major playoff games: NY Giants versus Atlanta Falcons, and Denver Broncos versus Pittsburg Steelers. I had no dog in those fights. But I will say I was particularly delighted to see Denver win. No….. not because Tim Tebow is a wonderful example of a Christian and a very nice guy. That’s just icing.
That kind of icing has no calories, and it’s so good for you.
No, the reason I was happy, gloriously happy, is due to the fact that after this spewage:
….Bill Maher can’t be reached for comment. He is no longer vacationing in Hawaii, but his twitterings have been silent for a few days. I can’t imagine why, can you?
Of course I could be over-reaching here, and it may just boil down to the fact that Mr. Tebow happened to have dated* this young lady:
That would be enough to drive a 55 year old to boozing and bitching, especially when he is known for dating women whose resumés included porn films and strip clubs, and looked every bit like they did.
*(Thanks to Lizard for the info)
TESLA!!!
We at Casa de Aggie are big fans of Nikola Tesla.
And Edison can suck it! 
A Fine Romance
I love romance, and I mean REALLY love romance. No, I usually don’t watch “chick flicks” because they tend to be unrealistic and somewhat maudlin. I prefer the type of romance you find in Wuthering Heights, or Die Hard. C’mon, that movie was totally romantic! He did all that for her!! Killing the bad guys was just a side benefit.
I am lucky to have a romantic hubby. He is not romantic in the usual ways, though. Not many men would buy their wives a machete, much less a gun. But he knows me rather well. In a slightly more romantic vein, he has also written poetry to me:
I’d give to you the very moon,
But I don’t know why you’d want it.
It’s cold and cratered,
Dead and done,
Without a lick of love upon it.
Now, lest y’all think he’s some kind of wonderful, the man will never lose his Man Card™. During my first pregnancy, I was a fool, and decided to test him. At the time, we lived in apartments not one block away from the grocery store. And I mean our apartment was a block away from the grocery store. One night, I had a hankering for mint chocolate chip ice cream. I was well into my fifth month of pregnancy, and it was 10:30 PM. I turned to him with large puppy dog eyes, and told him I really, really wanted some mint chocolate chip ice cream.
He looked at me and said, “You know where the keys are.” He simply was not going to coddle me. And he never did.
There are many levels of romance. Some are subtle, others overblown. What is the most romantic thing you ever did, or have had done for you? Or to you??
Accidents and Happenstance
Skyping with Hubby is never boring. You would think that living in the middle of a desert would be boring, but you would be wrong. Everyday he regales me with stories of gore and mayhem, and that’s just during PT. No matter how careful one is, invariably someone will get hurt somehow. Hubby himself doesn’t have a great track record. He’s had a broken finger, bite to the knee (which developed gangrene), hatchet to the leg, sledgehammer to the hand (needing reconstruction), torn hamstring, torn right quadracep, torn ligaments to the right ankle, dislocated shoulder with a torn trapezius muscle, ruptured eardrum (three times), numerous lacerations to the head (from bricks, rocks, bottles, and once from a teddy bear with music box inside), fractured sternum, and of course, getting shot in the arm.
I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH ANY OF THOSE!!!
Sadly, or luckily, all I’ve ever dealt with is a broken toe. The viral meningitis and childbirth were just par for the course. So was the sciatica. And the chronic back pain. Sigh…
So, what’s the worst injury y’all ever sustained? Gory details are fine. The more the better
Last American Soldiers Leave Iraq
(Guest post by LC Draco)
It is with mixed feelings that I hear this story. Having spent my time in the combat zone (as has Mr. Aggie), this move is bittersweet. First, it means our boys and girls in uniform will not be maimed or killed in Iraq. Second, it also means there is a vacuum, sure to be filled by Shiite’s with leanings toward Iran. (When I was in Iraq several years ago, there were certain groups that did not want us to leave…ever.)
Courtesy of Reuters
And let us not forget the Kurds up north who want their own country. Why is that important…think Turkey, and I am not talking about the Thanksgiving bird! Turkey has already been running raids into northern Iraq, and the Kurds are some of the most bad ass fighters I have ever served with in combat. The Arabs…not so much.
Operation Moniker
I have to admit: naming military operations can be decidedly tricky. Some, like Operation Desert Storm sound majestic and pretty much sum up the purpose of the campaign. Others, like Operation Menu (which was the bombing of Cambodia during the Vietnam War) bear no relation to the actual campaign, and fall very short of being a good descriptor. There are some that take description of the operation way too far, like Russia’s Operation Forcing Georgia to Peace, which as we all know was total bullshit anyway, and should have been named Operation Push Georgia Into Defending Itself. Commie bastards….
Anyway, in the days following the attacks of 9/11, Neal Boortz was talking about the coming war, and the possible names of the operations that would be talking place. The names that were being bandied about fell short in Hubby’s estimation:
Me: Well, what would you call it, then?
Hubby: I would call it Operation Smoking Crater. Or if you want subtle, Operation Desert Glass.
Me: Ooooh… much better.
Names should strike as much fear as the actual physical operation, in my humble opinion. I want the terrorists to have a bowel movement when they hear something like Operation Killemall. Or better yet, Operation Moms Are Pissed.
What operation names can you come up with??
Happy Veterans Day!
To all who have served, and to those who still serve.
We here at H&B give you thanks for your service and all the sacrifices you made along the way. Please feel free to share any stories about your time in the service in the comments, past or present.
And hoist a beer in your honor 
From the Halls of Monteczuma
To the shores of Tripoli!!!
You look wonderful for being 236 years old.
HOOAH!!!
Gary O’Neal, the First Counter Terrorist
(Guest post by LC Draco)
Most of you have NEVER heard his name, and for good reason. As most of you have never heard of Blue Light, the precursor to Delta Force. This man is just that….a MAN!!
On Gary’s mother’s side are several notable Sioux Warriors including Chief Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse. His grandfather mentored him according to the Sioux Warrior path which includes a Sundance and eventually a four day vision quest.
Gary joined the military in a not so legal manner at the age of seventeen and completed a tour in Vietnam. He was recommended for the Silver Star for bravery but the Government didn’t take to kindly to Gary borrowing someone else’s name to get into the service, so they kicked him out. An anonymous Special Forces Sergeant Major helped Gary get back into the service again but he had to go through basic training, airborne school and other training all over again. Did he mind? Hell No, he was having fun and looking forward to getting back into combat.
{snip}
While retrieving his friend’s body, Gary’s undercover identity was compromised and he was tortured to the point of near death. Due to Gary’s special training and his life long study of martial arts he was able to slow down his heart rate enough to appear dead to his captors. After escaping and recovering from his wounds Gary was able to track down his enemies and send them to the afterlife.
Here’s the article.
Occupy THIS!!
With all the so-called “occupations” going on, one would think that there are only two percentages out there. If you aren’t the 99%, you are the 1%. Only in math is this not patently idiotic. Most of us here fall under the 53%, or are fighting hard to be in that category. But the most special fall under the .45%. That’s right: POINT FORTY-FIVE PERCENT!
So, to the infiltrated 99%, who can’t tell they are being used by the marxists, communists, and nazis infiltrating their so-called movement, and especially to that horrid excuse for a breeding female who claims she is doing exactly what the military does, I give y’all a hearty SCREW YOU!!
And hat tip goes to LC LtC
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