Regarding today's Town Hall in New Hampshire (the one where Obama had the crowd bussed in from Massachusetts):
Chris Matthews is possibly the biggest asshole in the country, just look at the way he treats people...
Matthews tries to bait the guy into bringing up the birth certificate "issue" in an effort to destroy the guest's credibility.
Bottom line, this man was not AT the event. He was outside the secure perimeter established by Secret Service. Most importantly, no laws were being broken!
"Who would be silly enough to carry an unloaded firearm?" LOL - WIN
SEIU and ACORN members are attending these town halls and inciting violence. This man took responsibility for his own safety while simultaneously making a powerful statement for individual liberties.
Bravo Kostric. You have some mighty brass balls indeed...
Matthews got owned so hard.
Matthews went into it thinking he was going to tear the guy apart, but Mr. Kostric handled himself with amazing restraint and conviction, ultimately emerging triumphant against his morally and logically inferior opponent Mr. Matthews.
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In other news, MY representative (Jim Matheson) is apparently refusing to even hold a Town Hall meeting on health care. I guess he is understandably terrified of his constituents.
The whole reason that Obama and his ilk are rushing one destructive bill after another through congress is because they know that if people have time to slow down and think about it, they are much less likely to be led astray!
Don't forget that while They are dangling health care out there, the fed is busy monetizing our debt, thus further destroying the dollar/our economy.
Never let them distract you from what they are actually doing!
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
According to the omniscient internetz...
...I am the following:
1. A radical libertarian (duh)
2. A scholar (I like to think so)
3. A sociopath (according to society, perhaps...)
4. A modern, cool nerd (alrighty)
5. Patriotic (definitely)
6. Evil Genius (if only I could use my powers for good)
7. A smart paladin (definitely my RPG persona)
8. Vulcan (a logical identification)
9. A heartless bastard (see #1 and 8, I guess...)
10. A bookworm (and proud of it!)
:P
1. A radical libertarian (duh)
2. A scholar (I like to think so)
3. A sociopath (according to society, perhaps...)
4. A modern, cool nerd (alrighty)
5. Patriotic (definitely)
6. Evil Genius (if only I could use my powers for good)
7. A smart paladin (definitely my RPG persona)
8. Vulcan (a logical identification)
9. A heartless bastard (see #1 and 8, I guess...)
10. A bookworm (and proud of it!)
:P
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
My New Best Friend!
Read this:
Your finest bourbon!
then click "Next" or use this link:
Call a physicist!
Behold, the stuff that dreams are made of:
Booker's Kentucky Straight Bourbon. Uncut. Unfiltered. Straight from the cask to the bottle.
This is quite simply the greatest beverage I have ever tasted. 125.4 proof and smoother than most of that weak stuff you'll find at bars. With an oaky, smoky, earthy aroma that you want to inhale all day, a big, bold taste and long, smooth finish. Be sure to swallow each sip twice to get the full flavor.
Try it neat on your first sip (after you let it breath a bit), then add a splash of water or an ice cube if desired.
Come have a drink with me!
It even comes in its own gift box:
Sorry for the crappy pictures, I took them quick with my old point and shoot.
Your finest bourbon!
then click "Next" or use this link:
Call a physicist!
Behold, the stuff that dreams are made of:
Booker's Kentucky Straight Bourbon. Uncut. Unfiltered. Straight from the cask to the bottle.
This is quite simply the greatest beverage I have ever tasted. 125.4 proof and smoother than most of that weak stuff you'll find at bars. With an oaky, smoky, earthy aroma that you want to inhale all day, a big, bold taste and long, smooth finish. Be sure to swallow each sip twice to get the full flavor.
Try it neat on your first sip (after you let it breath a bit), then add a splash of water or an ice cube if desired.
Come have a drink with me!
It even comes in its own gift box:
Sorry for the crappy pictures, I took them quick with my old point and shoot.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Arches or Bust
"I need more spontaneous friends!" I realized in frustration as yet another MINO (member in name only) of the Adventure Seeker's Society turned down my invitation to take off for Arches National Park for a couple days of sun and hiking.
I wanted someone to share the experience (and the cost) with, but nobody can seem to come on trips that aren't planned a month or more in advance -- and even then they don't want to commit themselves, but would rather have the option to leave us hanging with an empty seat and more expensive trip by canceling the day before we head out.
Determined to visit the desert playground of my childhood (I hadn't visited in probably 10 years), I made the decision to go solo if I couldn't come up with anyone by Friday morning.
I didn't, so I did.
In Spanish Fork Canyon I picked up a hitchhiker by the name of Tim Shey, who had been on the road non-stop for 13 years. He hit the road because God told him to do so, but Tim does not come off as a fanatic or weirdo -- he is very approachable and very nice. I took him to Moab, enjoying the conversation all the way.
After I had backtracked to Arches, I began looking for a place to park. I was planning on sleeping in the back of my new van, so really I just needed a parking space and, ideally, a campfire and someone to share it with. I found a nice couple relaxing at their fire in the campground. He was from England, she was from Denver, and both were more than willing to to provide warmth and company to a perfect stranger. I am glad I didn't have to try my new bottle of bourbon alone in the back of my van...
Saturday morning came and we went our separate ways for the day, with promises to cook and hang out together when night came again.
I hiked pretty much every foot of "tourist" trail in the park, logging just over 20 miles through the simple landscape of rock, sand and juniper. I love the desert more than any forest because of its austere beauty and clean, uncluttered peace. I got lost (mentally, not physically) for hours among the sandstone fins that bear the careful craftsmanship of millenia and basked in the hot desert sun, feeling warm and at home.
I sat on an outcropping overlooking Delicate Arch for a little more than two hours, soaking it all in. How can something seemingly so fragile, stand up against time and the unrelenting forces of nature? That spot has secured its position as one of my favorite places on the planet, behind only the bristlecone grove in Great Basin National Park (see posts from 2006) and two very specific beaches (one in southern California, and one in Mombasa, Kenya).
After my day of hiking I returned to the campground and tried my best to kill myself as I freeclimbed to the top of a nearby ridgeline to watch to sun set over God's country...
Later that evening as I was sitting around the fire with my new friends, two attractive young ladies strolled into the campsite. "The campground is full and we really need a place to crash, can we share your site?" And so we were five. We had a great time eating, drinking and laughing around the fire until the wee hours of the morning and a chilly breeze drove us all to bed.
Sunday morning I woke up, went for a dip at this great swimming hole east of Moab, then headed home.
I will most likely never see any of these "single serving friends" again, but they proved to be more fun than most of my current pool of camping buddies. My goals for this trip had all been met and exceeded: I connected with some genuine people, and reconnected with one of my favorite places in the world.
I hope that the next time I send out the invites, perhaps you, dear reader, will come along...
I wanted someone to share the experience (and the cost) with, but nobody can seem to come on trips that aren't planned a month or more in advance -- and even then they don't want to commit themselves, but would rather have the option to leave us hanging with an empty seat and more expensive trip by canceling the day before we head out.
Determined to visit the desert playground of my childhood (I hadn't visited in probably 10 years), I made the decision to go solo if I couldn't come up with anyone by Friday morning.
I didn't, so I did.
In Spanish Fork Canyon I picked up a hitchhiker by the name of Tim Shey, who had been on the road non-stop for 13 years. He hit the road because God told him to do so, but Tim does not come off as a fanatic or weirdo -- he is very approachable and very nice. I took him to Moab, enjoying the conversation all the way.
After I had backtracked to Arches, I began looking for a place to park. I was planning on sleeping in the back of my new van, so really I just needed a parking space and, ideally, a campfire and someone to share it with. I found a nice couple relaxing at their fire in the campground. He was from England, she was from Denver, and both were more than willing to to provide warmth and company to a perfect stranger. I am glad I didn't have to try my new bottle of bourbon alone in the back of my van...
Saturday morning came and we went our separate ways for the day, with promises to cook and hang out together when night came again.
I hiked pretty much every foot of "tourist" trail in the park, logging just over 20 miles through the simple landscape of rock, sand and juniper. I love the desert more than any forest because of its austere beauty and clean, uncluttered peace. I got lost (mentally, not physically) for hours among the sandstone fins that bear the careful craftsmanship of millenia and basked in the hot desert sun, feeling warm and at home.
I sat on an outcropping overlooking Delicate Arch for a little more than two hours, soaking it all in. How can something seemingly so fragile, stand up against time and the unrelenting forces of nature? That spot has secured its position as one of my favorite places on the planet, behind only the bristlecone grove in Great Basin National Park (see posts from 2006) and two very specific beaches (one in southern California, and one in Mombasa, Kenya).
After my day of hiking I returned to the campground and tried my best to kill myself as I freeclimbed to the top of a nearby ridgeline to watch to sun set over God's country...
Later that evening as I was sitting around the fire with my new friends, two attractive young ladies strolled into the campsite. "The campground is full and we really need a place to crash, can we share your site?" And so we were five. We had a great time eating, drinking and laughing around the fire until the wee hours of the morning and a chilly breeze drove us all to bed.
Sunday morning I woke up, went for a dip at this great swimming hole east of Moab, then headed home.
I will most likely never see any of these "single serving friends" again, but they proved to be more fun than most of my current pool of camping buddies. My goals for this trip had all been met and exceeded: I connected with some genuine people, and reconnected with one of my favorite places in the world.
I hope that the next time I send out the invites, perhaps you, dear reader, will come along...
The Crack-Rock of Pure Joy
For the last several months, the very first thing I do when I get to work every morning has been to read the fantastically hilarious webcomic “Questionable Content.” The cast consists primarily of 20-somethings who live in a smallish, but stylish town in New England. (If you want to read it, start from the first comic and go forward so you get to know the characters)
The main characters are living the somewhat stereotypical lives of hip, snarky young people who have been out of college for a couple of years, but are still a few years away from settling down. These aimless quartus-centenarians (look it up) include a partially reformed goth, a severe obsessive compulsive who counts things for a living (grains of sand, hairs on a man’s back, etc…), an emotionally crippled southern belle whose accent only surfaces when she’s been drinking, and the adorably inept indie boy who finds himself in a group of friends with far too much estrogen.
Supporting characters include a dominatrix mother, pot-smoking parents, government agents, a drunken redneck romance novelist, the lesbian head librarian at an all girl college, a mortician, and more than one sentient, mischievous robot.
Basically, they are the kind of people (and robots) I would love to hang out with.
Music is a very big part of these characters’ lives. Several of them are in a band that has yet to play in public, and much of their banter involves how hard they would face-punch various bands/musicians who they find too emo/pathetic/ridiculous. Music is a big part of the characters’ lives because it is a very big part of the author/artist’s life.
Jeph Jacques, the talent behind the comic, often includes music suggestions both in his newsposts at the bottom of each strip, as well as in the comic itself. Because I enjoyed Jeph’s sense of humor so much, I thought I had better give his music tastes a try.
I have always loved music. Good music has always reached me on a very meaningful level and I have attached certain songs or artists to most memorable experiences in my life.
Simon & Garfunkle and the Rolling Stones remind me of mountain biking and canyoneering road trips down south with my Dad. These days I can’t drive more than an hour or so without listening to either or both of the above.
I got a Savage Garden album when I was an angsty teen and first listened to it on a vacation to my cousins’ house in Idaho. To this day when I hear any of those songs I can almost smell their old house.
Eve 6’s ‘Horrorscope’ was the album I listened to every Friday when I would drive home from school to stay at my parents’ place for the weekend and hang out with old friends. That album is still the ultimate “get pumped for the weekend” album.
I have dozens more examples, but I had best be moving on…
Some musical pieces I can’t listen to all the way through without feeling so emotionally naked that I sob uncontrollably. Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1 Prelude as performed by Yo-Yo-Ma and “Praan,” composed by Gary Schyman and sung by Palbasha Siddique are two of the most powerful works that immediately come to mind. (You know the latter of those two as the haunting soundtrack to Matt Harding’s 2008 “Where the Hell is Matt” video).
I have always loved music, but until I began heeding Mr. Jacques’ suggestions, the scope of my musical experience was quite limited. I discovered music from commercials, TV shows and movies (most notably Zach Braff’s selections from Scrubs and Garden State), good – though rare – tracks on the radio, and sometimes from my hippie brothers.
Jeph introduced me to Indie Music: rock, folk, choral, instrumental, metal, poppy, hip-hoppy, and other various amazing audio accompaniments to life.
In the last month or so I have accumulated more music than I had in the last 5 years put together and, in a bigger departure from what had become my day-to-day routine, I have actually listened to all of it!
I am enjoying music in styles that I rarely if ever listened to in the past. Hip-hop and metal, for example; the shitty examples of these styles they play on the radio have never appealed to me at all, but I am loving a lot of this stuff by bands and artists I had never heard of before.
I would like to publicly thank Jeph Jacques, and several others since him (you know who you are) for opening me up to a whole new world of music appreciation. I am truly grateful for my guides on this quest of aural satisfaction.
Stuff you must listen to, especially if you haven’t heard of them before:
M83, The Flaming Lips, Band of Horses, Royksopp, Fever Ray, Krallice, She and Him, Kings of Leon (a bit more mainstream, but fantastic nevertheless), The Field, Bon Iver(playing the SLC Twilight Concert Series for FREE on July 9), M. Ward, Gogol Bordello, The Polyphonic Spree (I dare you to listen to their track “Section 9” and not grin like an idiot), St. Vincent…. And so many more!
Do yourself a favor. Find something new, crank it up, sit back and relax with your pipe and a nice glass of bourbon (or whatever mode of relaxation you prefer) and let yourself become lost in the music.
The main characters are living the somewhat stereotypical lives of hip, snarky young people who have been out of college for a couple of years, but are still a few years away from settling down. These aimless quartus-centenarians (look it up) include a partially reformed goth, a severe obsessive compulsive who counts things for a living (grains of sand, hairs on a man’s back, etc…), an emotionally crippled southern belle whose accent only surfaces when she’s been drinking, and the adorably inept indie boy who finds himself in a group of friends with far too much estrogen.
Supporting characters include a dominatrix mother, pot-smoking parents, government agents, a drunken redneck romance novelist, the lesbian head librarian at an all girl college, a mortician, and more than one sentient, mischievous robot.
Basically, they are the kind of people (and robots) I would love to hang out with.
Music is a very big part of these characters’ lives. Several of them are in a band that has yet to play in public, and much of their banter involves how hard they would face-punch various bands/musicians who they find too emo/pathetic/ridiculous. Music is a big part of the characters’ lives because it is a very big part of the author/artist’s life.
Jeph Jacques, the talent behind the comic, often includes music suggestions both in his newsposts at the bottom of each strip, as well as in the comic itself. Because I enjoyed Jeph’s sense of humor so much, I thought I had better give his music tastes a try.
I have always loved music. Good music has always reached me on a very meaningful level and I have attached certain songs or artists to most memorable experiences in my life.
Simon & Garfunkle and the Rolling Stones remind me of mountain biking and canyoneering road trips down south with my Dad. These days I can’t drive more than an hour or so without listening to either or both of the above.
I got a Savage Garden album when I was an angsty teen and first listened to it on a vacation to my cousins’ house in Idaho. To this day when I hear any of those songs I can almost smell their old house.
Eve 6’s ‘Horrorscope’ was the album I listened to every Friday when I would drive home from school to stay at my parents’ place for the weekend and hang out with old friends. That album is still the ultimate “get pumped for the weekend” album.
I have dozens more examples, but I had best be moving on…
Some musical pieces I can’t listen to all the way through without feeling so emotionally naked that I sob uncontrollably. Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1 Prelude as performed by Yo-Yo-Ma and “Praan,” composed by Gary Schyman and sung by Palbasha Siddique are two of the most powerful works that immediately come to mind. (You know the latter of those two as the haunting soundtrack to Matt Harding’s 2008 “Where the Hell is Matt” video).
I have always loved music, but until I began heeding Mr. Jacques’ suggestions, the scope of my musical experience was quite limited. I discovered music from commercials, TV shows and movies (most notably Zach Braff’s selections from Scrubs and Garden State), good – though rare – tracks on the radio, and sometimes from my hippie brothers.
Jeph introduced me to Indie Music: rock, folk, choral, instrumental, metal, poppy, hip-hoppy, and other various amazing audio accompaniments to life.
In the last month or so I have accumulated more music than I had in the last 5 years put together and, in a bigger departure from what had become my day-to-day routine, I have actually listened to all of it!
I am enjoying music in styles that I rarely if ever listened to in the past. Hip-hop and metal, for example; the shitty examples of these styles they play on the radio have never appealed to me at all, but I am loving a lot of this stuff by bands and artists I had never heard of before.
I would like to publicly thank Jeph Jacques, and several others since him (you know who you are) for opening me up to a whole new world of music appreciation. I am truly grateful for my guides on this quest of aural satisfaction.
Stuff you must listen to, especially if you haven’t heard of them before:
M83, The Flaming Lips, Band of Horses, Royksopp, Fever Ray, Krallice, She and Him, Kings of Leon (a bit more mainstream, but fantastic nevertheless), The Field, Bon Iver(playing the SLC Twilight Concert Series for FREE on July 9), M. Ward, Gogol Bordello, The Polyphonic Spree (I dare you to listen to their track “Section 9” and not grin like an idiot), St. Vincent…. And so many more!
Do yourself a favor. Find something new, crank it up, sit back and relax with your pipe and a nice glass of bourbon (or whatever mode of relaxation you prefer) and let yourself become lost in the music.
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