Friday, December 11, 2009

Walking away

Your embrace is just a memory now, like a passage read long ago, the details and context are lost to me. I go through the pattern of my day hardly even remembering that I was, not so long ago, in love.

Whether you are evil or just thoughtless is no longer important to me, so I will waste no time in trying to figure this out. I just know that I'm relieved that you are fleeing from my mind, and I gain distance from my broken heart every day.

At first I wished you well and honestly wished that we could be reconciled, but now am glad that the hole you left in my life is filling with other things. I miss you, but I'm glad you're gone.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Husker Paean or Haka

In the battles that we go through in life
We ask for a chance that's fair
A chance to earn our stripes
A chance to do and to dare

And if we should win
Let it be by the code
With our faith and our honor held high
And if we should lose
Let us stand by the road
And cheer as the winners go by

DAY BY DAY
WE GET BETTER AND BETTER
A TEAM THAT CAN'T BE BEAT
WON'T BE BEAT!

GBR 2009!!!

Sunday, August 9, 2009

A word about warfare in the modern age

Warriors.

Piss on warriors.

Seriously? Honor? The only honor a Soldier requires is the victorious accomplishment of his mission. Go ahead, stand across from me on the field of battle and raise your sword in salute. While you're looking at me engaging in your bullshit gesture I'm smirking back. Because I know that my men whom I've trained and disciplined to the peak of their skill are lying, cheating, stealing and sneaking their way around to your flank. In about 30 seconds they're going to fuck you in the ass while I watch, and you'll be dead before you ever know what happened. And as we roll over you and your men I will walk past your corpse and my salute will be to roll my eyes at you as we consolidate on our position and hope you brothers back behind you try some other honorable warrior tactic to try and knock us off this hill. Why? Because fuck you, that's why.

Professionalism. Disciplined, pragmatic brutality. Take your 19th century romanticism and embrace the shit out of it for all I care. This is the 21st century and I owe my country victory and my absolute best effort. Everything else is for fairy tales.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Vote!

It's becoming so effing cliche'd anymore. Some celebrity or another standing up their on TV encouraging everyone to vote.

"Whatever your stand on the issues may be, vote!"

Ever seen any of them get up their and talk about what a citizen's responsibilities to their society and their government might be? Duty, responsibility, accountability. None of these things are sexy or entertaining. But they're vital to the health of our nation.

Pay your taxes, find a job, don't be a drag on the economy or your culture. Get an education, and go be useful with it.

Better yet, raise your right hand and put your own precious body between your home and war's desolation. Fewer and fewer people are doing it, and so the necessity becomes greater than ever.

Whatever you do, don't just vote, don't just stand there...do something!

MTFBWY

Saturday, September 27, 2008

A Barbarian Looks at 40

David Byrne famously asked "Well, how did I get here?" I know exactly what he meant.

Oddly enough forty isn't as frightening as I thought it would be. I'm as healthy as I've ever been, although my fitness has declined a bit that's due to post-war laziness. Financially I'm in good shape despite a turbulent economy. I have lots of friends and they are, without exception, some of the finest people there could be.

You live your life each day, it would be nice to say that each day you'd done your best, but most days I try not to screw up, and make an honest effort not to let down the people who depend on me. Maybe I'm pacing myself? Either way, one day you look at the calendar and see that a milestone is approaching. They sneak up on a person. Milestones carry only what importance each individual chooses to attach to them. I've always believed that the way you live each day is more important than the manner in which you commemorate milestones. But, to quote Ferris Bueller "Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around, you might miss it."

So friends, family, acquaintances and admirers. Tip back a glass of your favorite whatever on the 7th. Murf is 40 and still going strong!

For those of you who haven't received an e-vite for the fiesta on the 25th drop me an e-mail and I'll make sure you get put on the list.

Oh, and whatever wealthy benefactors might like to enhance my celebration, here's my My Amazon.com Wish List

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Why are you still single?

I didn't know it, but apparently this is a commonly asked question. Especially when a guy gets to be my age. One of the first things a woman asks about him, or asks him directly, is 'Why are you still single?'

Where does this come from? Why is being married the default condition, the departure from which we must explain? WTF is wrong with you people?

Maybe I should start asking why someone is divorced or a single parent? Maybe I should inquire why someone is continuing in a loveless relationship? Oh, wait. I shouldn't. Why shouldn't I? Because it's rude as hell!

OK, thanks for that rant. Move along, nothing to see here.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008



This is Maryana. She's on her way from the Ukraine right now. After buying the house I had a bit of spare cash left over, so I thought..."What else do I really need? New TV? New pipes on the Ducati? New optics on my rifle? Hmmmm, why not a wife?" I called this company in New Jersey and ordered up Maryana.

Apparently we've got to get married within 30 days of her arrival or they ship her back, so we'll be heading to the courthouse probably a day or two after she arrives.

We're regsitered at Macy's, Wal-Mart, and Dollar General!