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Saturday, March 15, 2008
Egg on My Face
Well, it looks like I've done something pretty embarrassing for the first time.
Yeah, I know that sounds a little weird, because I do embarrassing things all the time, like having a wall to hold back illegal immigrants from Mexico built by illegal immigrants from Mexico. Still, this particular one is a new one. I accidentally deleted a blog entry... well, sort of. It looks like I've been in such a rush to blog that they've been piling up without getting archived. I went ahead and replaced one on this main page, which only carries three at a time, without checking to make sure I'd archived a copy first. Usually, I'll have one entry at most that hasn't had a copy saved to the archive, so I'm not entirely sure how I got to four and ended up running past my limit of three.
You know what else is embarrassing? After all the money I dumped into the military-industrial complex and all I let them get away with at Gitmo, the generals and admirals and whatever gave a better nickname to that stinkin' cut-and-run pacifist, Barack Obama. General McPeak was one of the big dogs in Dad's war against Saddam Hussein and supported me in 2000, but not after my Iraq war. Now he's given that speech-lovin' cream puff the names "No Shock Barack" and "No Drama Obama." Seriously, what's going on when generals are opposing me? I spend all my time waving the flag for them, and putting fears in the populace about how their children will be eaten by wolves if we stop buying million-dollar body armor suits. I was sorta in the Texas National Guard, dammit! How does a guy whose middle name is Hussein get all the good nicknames while I'm saddled with "No Tush Bush" over here?
At least it's not as bad as the Democrat Party's shame. The political correctness is getting really out of hand. For a party of people that's always bitching about freedom of speech and whatever, they sure do make a lot of people quit over saying anything and everything. Did I make a bunch of people quit when Al Gore was a meanie weenie to me in the debates? Hell no! I called him up on my treehouse phone and screamed into the thing. That oughta teach that tree-hugger. What's always correct, though, is adding pictures of Holly Weber, my favorite model who now has a very abridged gallery here. It's only two pages long (94 pictures) right now because I wanted to have something up instead of waiting until I was done. It'll be several times bigger later... assuming I don't accidentally delete it.