GerbilDroppings Hottie Of The Week...

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Send A Christmas Card...

to Rifqa Bary, the young girl in Ohio who converted from Islam to Christianity, and is facing a legal battle to NOT be reunited with her family. Miss Bary has stated on numerous occasions and depositions in court that her muslim father has threatened to kill her, which prompted her to run away to Florida to seek the safety of Christians.

Recently, her family's attorney from those fun loving folks at CAIR filed a motion with the court, requesting that the court ban all Christmas Cards being sent to her, and to seize all Christmas Cards she has already received.

So, inspired by the Jawa Report and Atlas Shrugs , I think it would be most appropriate to send Miss Bary a Christmas Card.

Her address is:

Rifqa Bary
c/o Angela Lloyd
255C Drinko Hall
55 West 12th Avenue
Columbus, OH 43210.

A simple card and a stamp will go along way to inform CAIR to f*ck off and leave her alone!

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100 Years...

sometime this year, an extraordinary American was born.

You were born in Pennsylvania in 1909, into a immigrant coal mining family. Your family spoke French at home, and broken English outside of the home. Your Father worked hard, because at the time, he owned his home, which was a rarity in a coal mining town.

You left school at a young age, to go to work in the coal mines, which was common at the time. You held various and sundry jobs through out your life, from coal miner, truck driver, mill worker, and cab driver. No job was beneath you, and no pay too small. At times, you would work 2 jobs to make sure your family was housed and feed, and during the Great Depression when you didn't have a job, you hunted to put food on the table for your family.

You were described as a bear of a man, the proverbial 'Bull in a China Shop', who had a jovial disposition, a quick smile, a hearty laugh, and you dearly loved your family. Like many men of the time, you enjoyed your cigarettes and beer, and your pipe, and your chewing tobacco.

At times, your wife would yell at you..."Bill, we could have bought one by now!" regarding the picnic table you built out of scrap wood that took 1 month to build, or "Jesus Christ Bill, what the hell are you doing!" when she found you had mixed paint with her new mixer, to which you replied "It worked, didn't it?"

You loved your Grand Children, and on Christmas Eve, you would walk around outside, in the dark and bitter cold, ringing jingle bells, shouting "Ho! Ho! Ho!" to the children inside, much to their delight.

On a cold winter night in 1964, while driving home from your job as a cab driver, you pulled over to the shoulder of the road...

The next day, the local Sheriff found your car with you inside. Prior to passing away, you had sense enough to make sure you were on the side of the road, so as to not cause an accident.

I was only 3 years old when you died, and yet, 45 years after you left, I think of you on a daily basis when I pass your pictures in my hallway.

My only memory of you, my dearest Grandpap, is of you holding me and my twin brother on your knees, bouncing us up and down, off of the back porch of your house, but please know, I cherish that memory close to my heart.

And I still miss you.

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GerbilDroppings PSA Of The Week!

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Major Disappointment...

About a month or so ago, a friend of mine sent me a link detailing that some of the veterans portrayed in HBO mini-series, "Band of Brothers", would be appearing at the local Air and Space Museum for a book signing event.

Naturally, I was stoked about this event, so I preordered my admission, not because it was $5.00 cheaper than paying at the door, but because knowing events like this, it is better to pre-pay, so you are guaranteed admission without standing around.

So, yesterday, a friend of mine and I arrived at the event 45 minutes early, checked in with the admission staff, and went to the bookstore to purchase our books, because after all, this is a book signing. Well, much to our chagrin, they had already sold out of all the copies of the book, as well as every other item for the event except for some 5x7 pictures.

I must say, this bit of news was very upsetting and disappointing to many people, myself included. Folks were saying, "this is a book signing, and you don't have any more books?", only to be informed that, although they (staffers) were sorry, unfortunately, all the books were sold out. Well, file that under 'No Shit!'

Now, I want to make it perfectly clear that I do not place any blame in any manner on those veterans of 'Easy Co.' who were there to sign the books for the people who came to see them, I place the blame squarely on the shoulders of the event organizers.

The organizers should have over ordered on the books, plain and simple. The organizers should have known that having a military installation in close proximity to the museum, in a Red State, with a sizable veteran population, would draw a large crowd wanting to meet these veterans. The organizers should have posted a disclaimer notice with the book signing, at the very least, that the supplies of books would be in limited quantities, which would have allowed people to purchase the books from another source.

As we used to say in the military...FUBAR!

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