OK guys and gals, is this the weirdest, or what?

http://www.kcci.com/news/5737017/detail.html#

It is easier to identify stupid people if they have stupid names. I will defend, nay encourage, and even actively support, an individual's right to to so. If bear dinner AKA bear whisperer up in Alaska had done so, we taxpayers could have been saved the fortune in tax monies spent in relation to his stupidity as the NPS could have collared the idiot early on. I'm sure many here know of other examples where such a policy would have been a public good. N.S. Sherlock

I'm moved to recall the time I got Southern Fried Drunk back in '69. I have no recollection of going to bed but the dawn patrol launched on time per ususal. Not far from the Hamlet of Hiep Duc somebody began shooting at me, an event I found completely distasteful and wrought with hazard. I noticed that my escort made a dry run...considered that he had become a sporting man, but wasn't sure who he was sporting with, me or Chuck. He repeated the process a second time and I called on the radio to suggest his macho front was not intimidating our foe...he said something that reminded me that he's spent the balance of the night face down in the dirt outside his tent, and therefore knew no fear. I on the other hand, knew fear. I had not gotten myself Southern Fried Well Done Drunk like him, and had remembered to push in the armament circut breakers. His wing man was a teetotler from Salt Lake as I recall, and a standup comic wannbe...thought it great humor to see two of the Army's finest having a breakfast time cluster-uh...(Don, don't read this!)...oh well, we cheeted death again!

Now what I really wanted to get your thoughts on, this http://www.ChickenGoneWild.com character...ya think I should contact him and tell him about the chickens and pigs we gassed with CS over there? Or the time we dropped one out of the chopper up about 10 Grand? Surely he'd understand it was a war...just following orders....trolling for crats?

Dan

Pres., TYHC

http://www.ItWasVeryDrunk.OutThatNight

Dan, Did you ever see the autopsy pictures on Mr. bear bait? Wanna?

I heard they were floating around in cyberspace...probably I'll take a pass on 'em for now...some night when I'm Western Drunk I'll shoot ya an email...

Dan

Pres., TYHC

http://www.WouldMakeA.GoodExampleThough

Dan-never dropped a chicken from 10 grand, but a duck or two, and one time dropped a monkey (catch and release) that had gotten a little too aggressive so we dropped her into a treetop.

Never had to worry about armament circuit breakers, but if in the vicinityh of Hiep Duc, would surely hope my gun cover would remember theirs.

I guess there's no law against it. I'd wonder about a judge granting permission for this one, seems like that borders on slander of libel with his legal name.

Some of the things kids do just makes no sense to me anymore. I see kids with their eyebrows pierced, multiple piercings through the bridge of their nose, and their tongues split down the middle (by their own hands mind you), to give them forked tongues.

I guess KentuckyFriedCruelty.com isn't "too" much further out there. At least this kid looks presentable enough until you ask his name.

With a name like that though - I wonder what his job prospects are. Or how things are for him on the dating scene?

Kids do this stuff to live in the moment, and never consider how it will impact them down the road.

"Yes, Mrs. Baker, are you my son's teacher?"

"I'm his father, KentuckyFriedCruelty.com"

If he's happy though, hey, no worries to me. These are the folks that I *want* competing against me in the job market.

You could be the best kid on Earth, and honest, and full of integrity and self-motivation, but if you walk up to me wearing 5 piercings through the bridge of your nose, or with your tongue split up the middle, I would be hard pressed to hire you.

Back with Sikorsky I hired one kid -- looked like a decent guy for his interview. Came in the next day with a tongue piercing. Our plant Commander, LtCol Hames called me into his office after he saw the guy, and told on the spot, either the tongue-ring goes, he goes, or we both go. My choice, but take care of it before the day was out. And I don't blame him -- we have Army generals coming in reviewing progress on their birds.

The world is all about presentation and image.

See there?

West Virginia makes the news every now and then.

Speaking of chicken abuse,I worked the coal fields of Kentucy,Virginia and West Virginia for 15 years.

Down in the bowels of Kentucky,Phelps I believe,I chanced upon a group of people helping the company I worked for prep for an Auction.One fellow there kept to himself during work,lunch and even break.None of the others would have much to do with him.I thought maybe he was a crat breeder or a Democrat.
When I asked one of the guys working with me about this character,I was told to keep my distance from him.Upon inquiry as to why I should shun him,I was told that the loner was a chicken abuser.
It seems this fellow delighted in making love to chickens. And it didn't concern him a bit as to who owned the chicken either.He had been caught many times,but only got verbal warnings from a distance.The reason he never got an Ass-Kicking was that he sported a colony of crab louse.
Now havin' crabs was enough to make me keep my distance much less this weird choice of sexual gratification.
Me being the new guy,one of the smartasses hollered at the foul fowler and said I wanted to know about his hobby.
Before I could cut and run,Mr.Buggy Buggerer got right up in my face and told me "It kills the chicken, ya know?"I didn't find this announcement to far from true.What held my attention was that,in bright sunlight,you could actually see crab louse in this fellers eyebrow.And I mean eyebrow,just one.It ran from one ear to the other.His eyes were alot farther apart than most folk I knew.
Now don't get me wrong,I've been around people of inbredding before,i.e.The Political Forum,but this guy was the Poster Child.His head was malshaped like a bag of potatoes.And he seemed proud of his hobby.

We had a cute little blond gal show up for work at Jax ARTCC with a tongue ornament that actually impared her speech..slurring and hissing as it were. On top of that, she was not terribly bright...having had her 9th auto accident only days before meeting her...looking at clouds while she drove. Now there was no shortage of young bucks willing to overlook all of that...she was a spicey little meatball...but her exercise of personal choice interferred with the job...I was aghast to see that the matter was not addressed. Fortunately she snagged a husband and resigned with only an M-R-S degree, heavy with child as it were. Perhaps their offspring will venture into gross body mutilation as an avocation?

There existed two standards...one for the people that stayed on after the strike, and to a degree those hired in the immediate aftermath. Subsequent to that, years of proven developemental process, and rules of workplace decorum were cast aside...I gagged on the result and became known as a mildly deranged if not possibly dangerous beast in the control room...amongst the Pepsi Generation. When informed of this by a supervisor ultimately retired due to medical issues...he said, "Dan, some of them are afraid of you!" "Good." sez me, "If you did your job I wouldn't have to do it for you." Far too many became "Gods" in their own minds, thus illustrating the hazard of sacrificing discipline for diversity. Hey, it's your ass hurtling thru the ozone at Mach .80, not mine. I know better...

Then there was the time I ask the Blond: "How many engines does a Ford Tri-Motor have?" "I dunno. Is it important?" Did I mention that she was/is a licensed pilot? There were other...one fella got asked if he was the result of consensual sex between man and peacock...probably because of the piercings, tatoos, and....body branding... God knows the bureaucracy doesn't want ME to straighten that out...be kinda like an F5 Tornado running thru an Arkansas trailer park...

And they dont' shoot crats either...

Dan

Pres., TYHC

http://www.ShipOf.Fools

The young man's a retard

What is it with vegans? Can we ship them to India to live among the last maneating tigers?

Well,,,After working with silver toothed brown squirrells for 16 years now,,It really takes a lot to surprise me,,At least 'till I heard about this cat,,Col. Sanders is probably rolling in his grave,,laughing!!! Think i'm gonna do what the cows told me to do,,eat more chikin

I'm sure PETA will reward him well and give him a nice job and benefits for his selfless devotion to their cause.

Reminds me of an incident when I was still wearing the uniform--I was a battalion commander and one of my troops showed up at the bowling alley with an earring--this was just when they were becoming the "in" thing. His jaw hit the floor when I asked him if he had the body mutilation recorded in his medical records. Answer was no, so I told him to report to sick call in the AM and get it recorded, and I would be down to verify. Don't think I saw another earring worn in my presence the rest of my command tour.

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You know, since many of us have ruled small, or even large kingdoms, and some do so now, think again of sss as a metaphor in life and just "get 'er done". Vermin is of many kinds.

Some one better go check that young man's house. I bet he is crazy enough to put boiling cooking
oil in his tub, coat himself with flour, and then jump in to be a crispy fried martyr. While you
are there see if he tastes like chicken.

Self-important stupid people - the other white meat.