The Bull Speaks!

My wife, Beth.

If you’ve been reading this blog for any length of time you have seen her name and perhaps thought that we are very much in love. And we are! I could spend the rest of the evening writing in this forum of my love and devotion to this woman. I’m simply awed by her beauty, her strength of will, and by the fact that she really does love me – despite my physical limitations. What a hoot!

Beth is a woman that will fool you if you assume too much from your first meeting with her. She is very impressive physically, standing a full six feet tall. She comes across as a woman that is as much a sensualist as me. She loves nothing more than comfy pajamas, a glass of wine, and either great conversation, a good book, or maybe a nice old quilt to snuggle into for a long nap. Yet without hesitation she will drop everything and dig into the nastiest of home duties, or work 12 hour shifts without complaint. And don’t let those dreamy brown eyes fool you either. She is a woman that loves the challenge of learning something new. Like blogging for instance. We discovered it together one evening on this very computer. Now she maintains a blog of her own, (Wandering Aimlessly…), as well as all her other duties and hobbies. Just recently she decided that she wanted to know more about marine-type aquariums. In less than a month there is a complete, living, ocean reef in a small tank in our bedroom. She can now quote marine nomenclature and Latin names of most common species. She was told early to get a large tank, 40 gal or better, because small tanks were the most difficult to balance, (And man, is there ever a lot to balance!), and maintain. First mistake: Never throw down an open challenge like that to Beth.

Her tank is only 12 gallons. And it is perfect in chemistry, salinity, and lifeform balance.

That’s my wife. Beautiful, intelligent, and determined.

I have no idea how I came to be so lucky. Don’t matter really. All that does matter is that I love her completely. More than my own life. Just as she feels for me. And now I finally know what the love my grandparents felt for each other must have been like as they walked together throughout Life.

~M*

(visit our family On Dog River)  

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Today the big news seems to be the fact Kerry is a Catholic. Story after story has caught my attention about this and whether or not he is a “good” Catholic.

Exactly what the hell does a person’s – any person’s – personal faith have to do with the election? And whether Kerry is a “good” Catholic is something between him and his God, (and his Priest, as I recall Catholic doctrine.) It is no secret that I feel Kerry is a scum-bag. But it has nothing to do with his faith or how he stands with his church. It is a personal thing based on his history as an active duty Navy officer, as a Veteran, and as a representative of the people in Washington. If I have an issue with Kerry over, say, abortion, then it is gonna be on a legislative level. Not on how his views compare to those of the Church in Rome.

Back off! Faith is off limits.

~M* – who seems to have just backed Kerry on an issue. As my daughter Kelli would say, “Ewww….”  

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I see the Comment Spammers are out again. Nice try, but no cigar!

Here’s the info on this particular spammer. I’ve already informed his/her ISP, but thought you guys might want this info to update your filters.

—– Begin Info ——
Author : online poker (IP: 211.198.112.96 , 211.198.112.96)
E-mail : lilo@suddenenlightenment.us
URL : http://www.poker-rooms-777.com
Whois : http://ws.arin.net/cgi-bin/whois.pl?queryinput=211.198.112.96
—– end ——

Later!
~M*
  

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I just want to make sure this guy gets his dimes worth…
~M*

http://www.snopes.com/politics/soapbox/lehtinen.asp

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In 1971, I awakened after three days of unconsciousness aboard a
hospital ship off the coast of Vietnam. I could not see, my jaws were
wired shut, and my left cheekbone was missing, a gaping hole in its
place.

Later, while still in that condition at St Albans Naval Hospital, one
of my earliest recollections was hearing of John Kerry’s testimony
before Congress. I remember lying there, in disbelief, as I learned
how Kerry told the world that I served in an Army reminiscent of
Genghis Khan’s; that officers like me routinely let their men plunder
villages and rape villagers at will; that “war crimes” committed in
Vietnam by my fellow soldiers “were not isolated incidents but crimes
committed on a day-to-day basis with the full awareness of officers
at all levels of command.”

Then Kerry went to Paris, meeting with the North Vietnamese enemy
officials, all while our soldiers still fought in the field. The pain
and disbelief I felt listening to his words went deeper than the pain
I felt from the enemy fire which seriously wounded my face.

Eighteen months later I was discharged from the hospital, the wounds
inflicted by the enemy fully healed. But more than 30 years later,
the wounds inflicted by John Kerry continue to bring pain to scores
of Vietnam veterans. Those wounds – the bearing of false witness
against me and a generation of courageous young Americans who fought
and died in Vietnam – are much more serious than any wound warranting
a Purple Heart.

Those wounds go to the heart and soul. Those wounds never go away.
Today, my son is a Marine Corps weapons officer, flying the F/A 18
Hornet. He belongs to the same Marine Corps Kerry ridiculed with his
1971 book cover showing protestors simulating the Iwo Jima Memorial,
raising an upside-down American flag. He flies the same F/A 18
fighter jet that Kerry voted against in the U. S. Senate. And today,
Kerry’s picture hangs in an honored place in Saigon’s war museum, as
a hero to the Vietnamese Communists.

Yet, John Kerry shamelessly drapes himself in the imagery of Vietnam,
military service and the support of veterans, devoid of any media
scrutiny. Meanwhile, the criticism and disapproval of Kerry by scores
of veterans continues to fall on deaf ears. Worse yet, any legitimate
criticism of Kerry’s post-war record is discredited as a “personal”
attack, or an attack against his service. John Kerry is quick to
surround himself with a handful of veterans and claims overwhelming
support from the veteran community. He ignores, however, the wounds
he inflicted on millions of veterans, and he refuses to sign a waiver
to release his military personal records and medical records. This is
the portrait of a man who has failed to comes to terms with his
treacherous past.

I, Dexter Lehtinen, paid for this ad personally, without any
connection to other individuals or groups, because I want the public
to know what John Kerry did to our Vietnam veterans.

Dexter Lehtinen
7700 S. W. 88th St., Ste. 303
Miami, FL 33156  

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Hyphenated Americans, hereby be under notice that to this man you are selling yourself to ’special interest’ that may not have the best of intentions for America – or you.

Aww… Screw it! I was gonna try to be nice, but the fact is I find all of you pitiful assholes that feel so desperate to identify with ’something big’ that you have to hyphenate your heritage to be plain poor Americans. And now in times of attacks on our land and our people you are damned near traitorous. That includes all so-called Irish-Americans, Mexican-Americans, Japanese-Americans, Arab-Americans, and yes, African-Americans.
There. I’ve said it.

What I am not saying is that you shouldn’t be proud of your heritage or your race. Personally, I’m pretty damned proud of my heritage. In particular my Scottish heritage. (You should see me in a kilt. Got great legs. Even now.) But, I am not Scottish. I am not Scottish-American. I am an American. First, foremost, and always! I owe no alligance to any country, faith, or race above America. I will defend America against all enemies, foriegn or domestic. Not “all enemies, except those from Scotland”. And by ALL of the Gods, so should you!

When either you or I cross the borders do you think for one minute we are thought of by other nationalities as Scottish-Americans, Arab-Americans, or African-Americans? Hell no. They say “Here comes an American.” And do you think for one minute that being hyphenated makes you more capable in another nations eyes? Often I’ve heard Rhodesians making jokes about how long a so-called African-American would last in the bush, or in the streets of any Rhodesian town for that matter. In their eyes there is no such person as an African-American. Either you are from some country on the continent of Africa, or you are American. Which is it?

Enter the terrorist. Do you think for one moment that these shitheads care one little bit that you are an ‘Arab’-American? Hell no! If anything it make you a worse person in their twisted world view. In December of 1941 Tojo didn’t give a rats ass about how many ‘Japanese’-Americans might be killed in the sneak attack on Pearl Harbor. All that mattered to the Japanese Command was that Americans were dealt a fatal blow. No, people. When a suicide bomber blows himself or herself to rags in your hometown mall you can be assured that they only saw Americans.

We may be of every possible combination of color, faith, and heritage – but we are one People. We are one Nation. We are Americans. Together we are invincible! So dump that hyphen, stand by your country – this country, and I’ll see you at the Highland Games!

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It seems Bill O’Reilly of Fox News fame is in a bit of a pickle with a $60Million sexual harrassment lawsuit hanging over his head – and the heads of Westwood One, Fox News, and others. Then again, his accuser, one Andrea Mackris, is in the ‘hurt locker’ herself. Seems O’Reilly fired of a pre-emptive strike lawsuit accusing Ms. Mackris and her lawyers of conducting a multi-million dollar shakedown against him and his employers. One thing is for sure. Someone somewhere is gonna be out a hell of a lot of money.

Who does The Bull think is on the side of right? I haven’t got a clue. I’ve read both of the suits filed in New York. (You can find them both at The Smoking Gun in their entirety.) When I read these, Ms. Mackris’ story seemed a little too pat. Almost like internet soft-porn stories. (I know because I’ve written some in the past. Even had some published! And there is a Democratic connection with Ms. Mackris to consider.) Then again, I’ve learned that there is no sense of morality in any erect penis. And while Ms. Mackris isn’t much to look at in my opinion, there is also no accounting for taste. Some guys get off on the skankiest of cheap whores. (Take my wife’s ex-husband for example. Geez…) From the looks of things it seems to ride on questions concerning phone calls. Were they made? Were they taped? Afterall, there is good reason for Mr. O’Reilly to call Ms. Mackris – even on a daily basis. But, if she recorded any conversations even close to what she claims then she is gonna be a wealthy woman. And rightfully so!
However, if Mr. O’Reilly is innocent, it is The Bull’s sincerest hope and prayer that he will fight this until the end and refuse any offers of settlement. Too many innocent people have been beaten about the head and shoulders with ‘Sexual Harrassment’ lawsuits and it’s time someone stood up and said “Enough!”

I, with the rest of America, will just have to wait and see. And we will see either the fall of a media giant grown too big for his pants (hmmm… kinda punny), or the humiliation of a lying, money-grubbing whore and the financial ruin of her lawyers.

~M*

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Again, from Fox News Online:

Thursday, October 21, 2004

MUSCATINE, Iowa â€??? Democratic vice presidential candidate John Edwards (search) accused the Bush administration on Thursday of ignoring problems ranging from scarce flu vaccine to the war in Iraq while officials campaign in battleground states and asked, “Who’s minding the store?”

In every election since I was old enough to notice the challenger has always used this charge. Never thinking, as in the case of ‘Pretty Boy’ here, that if you hold an office – any office – you are also subject to the same charge. Geez.

And speaking of wee John Edwards… He was born in a little town in Upstate South Carolina called Seneca. It’s about 25 miles west of my hometown of Pickens, SC, close to Clemson University and ‘Death Valley’ – Home of the Clemson Tigers. (Had to throw that in… Sorry.) Anyhoo, word has it that wee John is as he was always expected to be – a smiling, slimy, ambulance chasing, lawyer. In other words, no surprise.

By the way, what do you call 100 lawyers on the bottom of the ocean? Answer: A good start!
~M*

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I saw this on Fox News Online:

Thursday, October 21, 2004
A.P
NEW LONDON, N.H. â€??? Laura Bush (search) said Thursday that Teresa Heinz Kerry (search) didn’t need to apologize for saying she couldn’t remember whether the first lady had ever had “a real job.”

“She apologized but she didn’t even really need to apologize,” Mrs. Bush told reporters at a coffee shop before attending a rally for President Bush. “I know how tough it is and actually I know those trick questions.”

Mrs. Laura Bush, you are a class act. I for one am proud to have you as our First Lady.

Sincerely,
Rev. Mark T Jones, H.P.
US Navy Vet
Disabled U.S. Worker

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Someone named “free online poker” (email and IP addresses deleted) wrote:
“I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.”

To “free online poker”:
Dear Sir or Madam, Thank you for taking the time to check out “The Bull Speaks!”. It has become a labor of love for me. Believe it or not, this blog will indeed continue to exist past the elections – unless Kerry wins and has me ‘eliminated’. [snicker] My intention was not to write a political blog but rather one that mirrors my thoughts and feelings. While it does appear to have turned political in this season it has at least succeeded in its intended purpose. Due to my illness I needed a means of release, and I now have it.

I’m very happy to see that while you choose to disagree with me, (and therefore the Truth), you still see that it is the Freedoms allowed to the Citizens of this great country that has made us the Shining Light to the rest of the world. Should you have any doubt about that statement simply go to any port of entry and watch the lines of people trying to get into this country every day. If we were the damnedable, stinking, ‘Great Satan’, that our detractors try to make us out to be, then why is everyone trying to get here? Eh?

~M*

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I’ve always loved games.
I remember playing checkers with Grandpa as a kid, and the birth of Dungeons & Dragons when I was a young adult. As you , my loyal readers, are aware, I’m pretty much homebound by my spinal cord injuries and the surgeries to correct the damage. During my recuperations from the knife many otherwise long and lonely hours were spent at dominos or card games with my parents and Asheron’s Call with my nephew, or at night when all was quiet and everyone alseep. (Except, of course, me. My good companion, Pain, sees to that.) However, I can’t claim any sort of ‘mastery’ of any of the games I’ve played – with the possible exception of poker. That one I’m not bad at, [wink], except that an overgrown sense of thrift won’t allow me play for real cash. More’s the pity.

Despite my verbose ranting, I’m still very new to this entire blogging thing – and most especially new at the game of BlogShares. (Hereafter known as B$) I had to give up my old standby of Asheron’s Call simply because I would find myself sitting far too long and in extreme physical distress everytime I played. Comfort has become the Holy Grail to me. Enter blogging… A chance to voice my opinions, write down my thoughts, and get feedback from other human beings so I can better gauge my own sanity. Turns out that one means of competition in blogging is the counting of hits, somewhat like the American Plains Indians counting coup in reverse. You want to be the one hit. So, to improve your chances of visitors you get yourself listed on every listing service possible… except for some freaky, bleedin’ heart liberal listings. (No need to lose all sense of good taste.) That’s how I found BlogShares. Seemed another good way to get a few hits. Heck, I didn’t even realize it’s a game until after I clicked the “register” button! Register I did and now I’m trying to learn rules to yet another new game.

BlogShares, to quote their own ‘about’ page, “is a simulated, fantasy stock market for weblogs where players invest fictional money to buy stocks and bonds in an artificial economy where attention is the commodity and weblogs are the companies.” The idea is pretty simple. Anyone can log on, register, and be given $500 in fictional dollars to invest. If you also own a blog, you get 1000 shares of the 5000 your blog starts with to hold or trade. Smart investments will make your cash grow, poor investments will bankrupt you. Considering my personal financial history, my luck at games, and my knowledge of the stock market I had absolutely zero doubt as to the quick outcome of my ‘investments’. The words ‘brutal’ and ‘painful’, and ‘ugly’ all danced through my mind. Toss in ‘embarassing’, too. Well, nothing for it but to jump in and do some Wall Street breakdancing! Shouldn’t take long and I still get a listing and maybe a few hits.

That was five days ago. And what do you know! I’ve turned that $500 starting cash and 1000 shares in this very blog into a personal worth of B$144,883.22 in fantasy dollars. Success at last! Darn shame of it all is that it is, indeed, ‘fantasy’ dollars and not real. Makes me wonder a couple of things…
1) What would my B$ worth be if I could spend more time online?
- and -
2) What could I do in the real stock market?

Oh, nevermind. Here comes that Scottish “thrift” again. Besides, after being laid up for three years with no income, there isn’t much here to invest. Perhaps I’ll have better luck on one of the many raffles that BlogShares puts on. As a matter of fact, this entire post has been one long entry into one such BlogShares raffle.

I hope I win the BlogShares Blogging Contest. I could use both the prize and the laugh.

~M*

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Nope. I’m not gonna tell you this is “The Robin Williams Peace Plan”. That is a false statement. A quick trip to Snopes shows that to be an urban legend. Robin Williams may only be given credit for the last line – and that was added sometime after ‘The Plan’s‘ 20 March 2003 posting to the USENET newsgroup alt.motorcycles.harley. Sorry. In fact, Mr. William’s statement may have been added as an insult to the rest of ‘The Plan‘.

I will, however, fully, completely, whole-heartedly, give my 100% endorsement of this Plan. Leave it to a bunch of motorcycle-riding Patriots to spit out a sound plan for America. You may come back at me and say “Wait. What about those words on the Statue of Liberty? Do they no longer count?” Of course thay do! This country should always be open to anyone in need. Just not to those that have a need to insult, denigrate, or harm us. And as to those that say that we owe too much to the rest of the world, I say let them go a month without our money and our food exports and see exactly who it is that owes who! (…or is that ‘whom’? I can never remember…) Isolationist? Yeah. You could call it that. And even though we tried it once before and it failed, perhaps the timing was simply wrong. Now may be the time.
Anyway, here’s ‘The Plan‘….
~M*

The Plan for America:
1. The US will apologize to the world for our “interference” in their affairs, past & present. You know; Hitler, Mussolini, Tojo, Noriega, Milosovich and the rest of those good ol’ boys. We will never “interfere” again.

Now, ain’t that a winner of a plan. The Statue of Liberty is no longer saying “Give me your poor, your tired, your huddled masses.” She’s got a baseball bat and she’s yelling, “You want a piece of me?”

—– transmission ends ——  

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In a story on Fox News website that in turn cites USA Today, Mrs. Fonda, er… ‘Kerry’ was quoted thusly…

“Well, you know, I don’t know Laura Bush. But she seems to be calm, and she has a sparkle in her eye, which is good,” Heinz Kerry said. “But I don’t know that she’s ever had a real job â€??? I mean, since she’s been grown-up. So her experience and her validation comes from important things, but different things.”

Campaigning for her husband in Pittsburgh on Wednesday, Heinz Kerry said she forgot Mrs. Bush had a career.

“I had forgotten that Mrs. Bush had worked as a school teacher and librarian, and there couldn’t be a more important job than teaching our children, I appreciate and honor Mrs. Bush’s service to the country as First Lady, and am sincerely sorry I had not remembered her important work in the past,” she said in a statement.

Did you get the good part? Here… Let me trim it down for you.

“But I don’t know that she’s ever had a real job â€??? I mean, since she’s been grown-up.

Please, lady. Just keep your mouth shut. Every time you speak you seem to de-evolve further back toward your Middle School period.
But wait! Perhaps that is another reason for the Liar to marry you. First off, you’re stinkin’ rich – making me wonder where you and he get off claiming to be all about the ‘common’ man. And then there is the fact that you are so gullible that Kerry can manipulate you and your money with the extreme easy that he assumes he can manipulate us – the Free Thinkers of this country.
I can only imagine the joke you will make out of the roll of First Lady and the embarassment you will be to America.

What am I saying!
You, Ms. Heinz Kerry, are an embarrassment to America!

~M*  

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Dems on Cheney:

“He has the audacity to question whether a decorated combat veteran who has bled on the battlefield is tough and aggressive enough to keep America safe,” said Mark Kitchens, Kerry campaign national security spokesman.

Bled? Bled on the battlefield? Kerry didn’t bleed enough to drip onto the battlefield! He’d of had to bend over and wipe blood on the ground… Never mind. I can damned well imagine he’d do something like that just so he could say “bled on the battlefield”, or have it said about him. The freak.

~M*  

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