One For The Older Stoners In The House

Yeah, I'm betting the only people who will remember this guy were pretty much baked back in the day.
I know I was.

Feeling A Little Pushback Are We?

Yer damn straight he is.


Los Angeles Times
Breaking news
Obama to seek greater Patriot Act oversight, curbs on phone data collection
Los Angeles Times | August 9, 2013 | 11:59 AM

In a major policy shift, President Obama today will call on Congress to make changes to the Patriot Act to increase oversight and will order the release of classified legal rulings that authorize government surveillance.

Responding in part to leaks by former NSA contractor Edward J. Snowden, Obama also is considering proposals to restrict the secret collection of Americans' telephone calling records and create a public advocate in the secret Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Court, according to senior administration officials.

Obama will detail the proposals at a White House press conference a day before he heads to Martha's Vineyard for a family holiday.

I've Got A Million Of 'Em

Here is an oldie but a goodie sent to me via Email.


The Origin of the White Wedding Dress






A son asked his mother the following question:

' Mom, why are wedding dresses white? ' The mother looks at her son and replies:

' Son, this shows your friends and relatives that your bride is pure.'


The son thanks his Mom and goes off to double-check this with his father.


'Dad why are wedding dresses white? '

The father looks at his son in surprise and says:
'Son, all household appliances come in white.'


The husband is expected to recover but his eyesight may be blurry for a while.

"There's Nothing Like a Trail Of Blood To Find Your Way Back Home"

I love this fucking tune.

Will you swear on your life, that no one will cry at my funeral?

Bringing New Meaning To The Words "Mass Transit".

Look real close.



Do you see it yet?

Here is a hint, it's big and it's very heavy.

That's right, there is actually a train underneath that mass of humanity.



Those are people in Bangladesh trying to get home after the Ramadan holiday.

I don't give a shit how many of them had a shower that morning and I'm betting not many, that area has to stink like ass something fierce.

Jesus, I'd crawl before I would try and get anywhere near that disaster waiting to happen.

Now I Know Why .22LR Is So Hard To Find

Damn, this is pure fucking genius but Holy Shit does this thing go through rounds!

You gotta know that barrel is hotter than the hubs of Hell too.




How far away is Christmas, anyway?



Link sent to me via Email from a family friend I have known since I was born.

OK, Who Has The Magic Mushrooms?

Another Friday Night In 'Frisco

The Quote Of This Century.

Courtesy of Claire Wolfe, concerning our out of control government and it's tyrannical agenda,




But remember: you started it. We didn’t. We wouldn’t. We’re better than that. But once you’ve weakened yourself with your own voracious secret keeping, your gluttony for data, your excesses in the cause of Control — we will damn well finish you.





I have nothing to add to this except my total agreement.

A TSA Screeners Wet Dream Come True

Apparently you brain dead fucking Sheeple aren't taking this 24/7 fear campaign the government has been employing seriously enough.

Now they are having to ratchet it up again so that you motherfuckers tremble at the sound of a pin drop and allow all consuming paranoia run your life completely like it does theirs.

The latest earth shattering news in The War On Terror?

Exploding clothes.


I shit you not.

I guess if you want to get on an airplane in the near future that you might as well just take off your clothes when you get out of the taxi at the airport.

Pretty sucky at O'Hare in December I'll bet.


Al Qaeda Threat: Officials Fear 'Ingenious' Liquid Explosive

By RHONDA SCHWARTZ (@rhondaABC) and JAMES GORDON MEEK (@meekwire)
Aug. 5, 2013

There are growing concerns that an al Qaeda affiliate could use a new generation of liquid explosive, currently undetectable, in a potential attack, according to two senior U.S. government officials briefed on the terror threat that has prompted the closing of nearly two dozen U.S. embassies.

Though the Transportation Security Administration has long been concerned about liquid explosives being used in potential devices -- as it was during the failed Christmas Day bombing in 2009 -- the new tactic allows terrorists to dip ordinary clothing into the liquid to make the clothes themselves into explosives once dry.

"It's ingenious," one of the officials said.

Another senior official said that the tactic would not be detected by current security measures.

The officials said the new technique is believed to have been developed by the Yemen-based al Qaeda affiliate al Qaeda in the Arabian Peninsula (AQAP), home to notorious alleged bomb maker Ibrahim al-Asiri. Al-Asiri is suspected of being the mastermind behind several devious explosive devices including the underwear bomb and surgically implanted body bombs.

Damn that somehow sounds familiar to me.

Dipping cloth in an explosive material.


Hmm.

Damn I know I have heard of this somewhere before.

It'll come to me.

In the mean time I suggest everyone man up and keep a wary eye out for any future wannabe Underwear Bombers.

Shark Jumping Competition

Jesus Christ there are some people in this world who seriously need to do something productive with their time.

While I was checking some sites for newsworthy material I ran across this complete waste of time and resources.


Amanda Seyfried Shows Sideboob At 'Lovelace' Premiere

That is an actual headline.
It gets better.

Clicking on that link takes you to a Huffington Post website where the idiots in front of the the camera go on and on about some skinny little broad I have never heard of and could give a rats ass about and how daring, brave and sexy she is for wearing some stupid and very ugly dress that shows enough sideboob to maybe get her stoned to death in Afghanistan but isn't enough to even illicit a yawn here.

They spend a minute and a half going on about this remarkably newsworthy event.

Please.

Go kill yourselves.

This is what has got them all excited,



I'm sorry.
You fucking people are morons.
That is not "Sideboobs".

THIS, is "Sideboobs".



Idiots.

HI YO Silver Away!

Oh yeah boys and girls, we gonna do some high energy Rock and Roll today, yessiree Bob.

A little Wayback for ya,
Honey Hush off Foghat's Live album.


This tune kicks serious ass.
Trust me, it's a toe tappin' gem.

Crank it.

Goodbye Anonymous Surfing, The Feds Crack TOR,

This ain't good.
As a matter of fact, this is very, very, bad.

BREAKING: HALF OF TOR SITES COMPROMISED, INCLUDING TORMAIL

The founder of Freedom Hosting has been arrested in Ireland and is awaiting extradition to USA.

In a crackdown that FBI claims to be about hunting down pedophiles, half of the onion sites in the TOR network has been compromised, including the e-mail counterpart of TOR deep web, TORmail.

http://www.independent.ie/irish-news/courts/fbi-bids-to-extradite-largest-childporn-dealer-on-planet-29469402.html

This is undoubtedly a big blow to the TOR community, Crypto Anarchists, and more generally, to Internet anonymity. All of this happening during DEFCON.

If you happen to use and account name and or password combinations that you have re used in the TOR deep web, change them NOW.

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A few days ago there were mass outages of Tor hidden services that predominantly effected Freedom Hosting websites.

"Down for Maintenance
Sorry, This server is currently offline for maintenance. Please try again in a few hours."

If you saw this while browsing Tor you went to an onion hosted by Freedom Hosting. The javascript exploit was injected into your browser if you had javascript enabled.

What the exploit does:

The JavaScript zero-day exploit that creates a unique cookie and sends a request to a random server that basically fingerprints your browser in some way, which is probably then correlated somewhere else since the cookie doesn't get deleted. Presumably it reports the victim's IP back to the FBI.

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Now get a load of this, the fucking FBI actually RAN a child porn site for two fucking weeks trying to nail as many sick fucks as they could.

There is a lot of technical jibber jabber in the first article about just how they injected the Java code and to be honest they might as well be talking Portugese for the sense I can make of it.

I will give you their take on it.

Short version. Preliminary analysis: This little thing probably CAN reach out without going through Tor. It appears to be exploiting the JavaScript runtime in Firefox to download something.

UPDATE: The exploit only affects Firefox 17 and involves several JS heap-sprays. Note that the current Extended Support Release is Firefox 17, so this may also affect some large organizations using Firefox ESR.

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Logical outcomes from this?

1. FBI/NSA just shut down the #1 biggest hosting site and #1 most wanted person on Tor

2. Silkroad is next on their list, being the #2 most wanted (#1 was Child Porn, #2 is drugs)

3. Bitcoin and all crypto currenecies set to absolutely CRASH as a result since the feds can not completely control this currency as they please.

I can applaud their intent to stop the kiddie porn but they went fishing and now the whole TOR network is completely fucked in my opinion.

I wouldn't trust that motherfucker to tell me the time of day straight at this point and I sure as shit won't be asking.

I have been using TOR off and on for about a month and a half.

I kept having issues with things like YouTube and Google thinking that I was some kind of Spammer so I wound up turning it off.

Now I am just going to delete the fucking thing.

It is dead to me.

Any Tech geeks out there that can suggest an alternative for someone like me who doesn't know Jack Shit about code or programming would be greatly appreciated.


H/T to a link found at SurvivalBlog.

I Love My Wife

I'm sitting here surfing the 'net with the Pocono race on in the background.

My wife is sitting on the couch watching it next to the boy.

All of a sudden, out of the corner of my ear, I hear this;

"Women don't belong there".

"Women don't know their place anymore".

At this point I turned to her and said "I love you".

She laughs and I give her a bit of a hard time and then go back to my computer.

A few seconds later I hear this from her,

"I hate that Danica Patrick,women don't belong in racing".

"Get back in the kitchen bitch!".

WTF?





Am I a lucky sumbich or what?

I think I'll keep her.

I Can Still Smell The Gunpowder

Went shootin' today for the first time in a long, long time.

No point in having that iron and lead laying around if ya can't use it once in a while.

I got invited to a private range by someone who shall remain anonymous except between me, him and the fucking NSA.
They know who he is because we had to Email some info back and forth and then I had to use Google Maps to find his house.

Anyways.

I got up and loaded the rig and boogied clear across town and we got in his rig and drove on over to the range.
It's a big sucker and private or invite only.
They have all kinds of ranges all the way up to a 600 yard monster.

First we went to the pistol range.
I didn't bring one but he had his Glock .40.

Nice pistol.

He banged away with it and then offered it to me so I let off a couple.
Note to self, learn to modify your two handed grip to keep the slide from banging your knuckle.
No biggie.

Then we went over to the 100 yard range so I could attempt to sight in some of my iron.

He brought a real nice 30.06 and his 10/22 also.
We started out with his .06 and it didn't take him long to dial that right in.

I tried a few rounds and promptly got scoped across the bridge of my nose.
Not too bad, just a good scrape, not much leakage

Then we went to my Grandfathers deer rifle that I have been waiting to shoot for juuuuuust about 38 years or so.


I was with him the day he bought it and he had it in his hands over the top of the counter in a Payless Drug store when he turned to me and said that this was mine when he died.

That's right, a Payless.

He has been gone since 1999 and my uncle got his grubby little mitts on it and used it many years before I finally threatened him with bodily harm if it didn't come into my possession in a very short amount of time.

I have had it for a while but never made an opportunity until today to fire it.

It's a sweet little .243 Winchester Bolt action with a scope and it's a deer slaying motherfucker too.


One thing that is going to happen to that thing is to get a proper butt pad.
It has a small suggestion of a rubber pad less than a quarter inch thick.
Other than that I am going to clean it, oil it and put it away for now.

Next up was a more recent acquisition.
A Remington 30.06 I snagged at a gun show in March for $150.
I got that from some guy who had just got there and was wandering around trying to sell it.

I couldn't get the money in his hands fast enough.
One of the dealers had the same gun there trying to get $700 for it.
He even gave me an extra 4 round magazine and three boxes of shells!

This thing is a brute though.
Open sights, old school wood frame with a sling and a steel butt plate.

My shootin' partner is a good six foot and over two hundred pounds.
After three rounds it was, uuuuhhh yeah.
Idon'tthinkIwanttoshootthisoneanymore.

Kick?
Holy shit does that thing kick. That steel butt pad is just a joy and it just might need something frivolous put on the business end of the barrel too.

I ran a few mags through it and actually managed to hit a four inch black target on a white background with open sights at a hundred yards.


Somebody needs to alert The Pope that a miracle happened today.


I had some feed issues with it and it is going to have some serious assed modifications in it's future.
I oiled it and that helped, in hindsight the magazine probably could have used a couple shots too.

New stock, a GOOD scope and the most cushy butt pad known to man is going on that bastard.

That thing is just a beast. Somebody wandered over and asked what the hell we were shooting that made so much noise at one point. Daddy like.



I finally had enough self abuse from that brute and we moved on to the 10/22's.
His was almost brand new but we had some feed issues with it too.

I finally shot it with some oil and after a while it started behaving.
Amazing what some lubrication will do.

I drug out my Ruger and slammed a mag in it, turned the Red Dot on and started trying to punch a few holes in the paper.
This gun I got from a buddy and I hadn't fired it either.
The Red Dot I got from a guy at work amid a bunch of other stuff.

One thing we didn't bring was a barn door and I really needed one.
That fucking thing was so far off that the bullets were kicking up dirt SIX FEET in front of the target!
I couldn't figure out how to adjust the damn thing so I took it off and threw on a scope that I had bought for it. The mounts weren't right but I managed to make it work, kinda.

Here comes another barn door moment.

I couldn't hit a target at fifty feet with that thing that was two feet wide and two feet high.

My buddy had a spotting scope and he couldn't even tell where they were going!

I finally got pissed off and started shooting at the dirt bank behind the target just to see where in the fuck the bullets were going!


Over a foot low and a foot to the left!

Holy moly.
We fucked around with that thing for damn near an hour trying to get it right.
In the mean time another guy comes over and wants to know where we found .22 rounds.

In my garage.

He said he hadn't seen any at Bi Mart when he was there the other day and I busted out laughing.
Dude! I haven't seen .22 shells in Bi Mart for EIGHT MONTHS!
We burned up about a brick and a half today and it was a blast but the whole time I am thinking to myself that I am going to be paying out the ass replacing them.

So my rifles are semi sited in, kinda.
The scope mount on the Ruger is for a different kind of rail, I just tightened the dog shit out of it to make it stay on but it ain't right.
The .243 isn't dead nuts on like I want so it will need another go round after I put a decent pad on it and the Beast is getting a make over before it goes out in public again.

My right shoulder is talking to me so I am going to get off here and go clean 'em up and put 'em away.