The Crusading Moon Rabbit

Hiatus

2008-08-27T09:03:00.000-07:00

Moon Rabbit taking hiatus from blogging here!

Moon Rabbit have politcal aspirations

Moon Rabbit have problem with Blogger.com

Moon Rabbit has contacted Blogger.com to fix problem

Moon Rabbit has not had problem fixed

Moon Rabbit MAD! Moon Rabbit want to SMASH!

Moon Rabbit get even!

Bad, Bad, Bad Blogger.com! Bad!

Moon Rabbit be back after fuzzy heads at Blogger.com get heads out of asses!

I have been FOUND OUT!

2008-08-18T02:12:00.000-07:00

I suppose it's up to me to APOLOGIZE, right here, right now. You see, for years now I have been dreaming of worldwide conquest! Yes, worldwide conquest! and I could not find any others that wanted to venture into this with me, because of their fear of treachery down the road, which I can readily say that I do NOT blame those that I have approached.

But then I hit on what seemed like a foolproof plan, I would enlist the aid of the much maligned garden gnomes that all of you well meaning, but also insensitive types seem to get a kick oput of placing in your underworked, underfed, jungle like gardens.

Let me tell you right here, Garden Gnomes DO have their dignity, they are NOT like that simpering sell out, the Travelocity gnome and seek recognition and publicity...no sir...garden gnomes are shy, retirng and for the most part extremely dignified.

Anyway, the GBI(Gnome Bureau of Investigation)came knocking last night. After removing the three hundred gnomes that I had carefully and comfortably stashed away, behind a wall of leakng oil drums, and from the midst of numerous oil stains, dirty rags, pesticides, fertilizer and several broken down lawn mowers, I was told to issue an apolgy for my definite antisocial leanings.

So, "Are you remorseful Moon Rabbit?" you ask. IN a word...NO! Had I been given a decent interval of time I would have transformed this collection of polyurethane, fiberglass and concrete beings into the mightiest army of conquest that the entire gardening world had never seen before. We would have ruled the world in all of our glory, we would have terra formed this entire planet and made miraculous changes in the way you people pot your plants!

But NOOOO! Somebody had to go snitch me out!

I'm going to get even, you can rest assured of that...Just this morning I have managed to recruit (5) five...count 'em...lawn flamingoes to my cause. Soon, the pink wave of doom will roll across this world. Then you'll see I'm NOT just some ordinary gnome napper or flamingo filcher.

Remember, the pink wave of doom is coming! Wait for it, make sure the wifey and the little rugrats are safe from this onslaught!

Gee, I hope little Bobby the paper boy didn't catch on to my recruit

My Apologies!

2008-08-17T02:56:00.000-07:00

My Apologies Y'all! Bonnie Princess Charlene, our Malamute/wolf is having puppies this am, so in lieu of writing my elucidating words of wisdom, I will direct you to my previous blogs. I know that you will find t extremely difficult to struggle through your mundane day without my fresh words of wisdom to lead you and guide you, but this event now at hand takes precedence.

SORRY!

Well, I'm NOT really sorry, I was just trying to be polite.

Have a GREAT DAY!

OMG! Did I just write THAT! Damn! ROFLMAO! Have a GREAT DAY Gentle Reader!

As I sit here...

2008-08-16T02:49:00.000-07:00

As I sit here this am I have been contemplating my journalstic odyessy, where I've been, where I'm going, blah,blah,blah!

One thing I HAVE found is that there is NO end to things I can make light of, ridicule and point out the obvious absudity of.

I had someone write me an EMail yesterday condeming me for making light of the Botox injections which I had written in an earlier blog(several weeks hence) His ire was directed to the fact that I made light of such a 'serious procedure', which I know for a fact is NOT, but this dude! WOW! is all I can say...

Had we been speaking face to face, I have no doubts in my mind at all that he would have been red faced, strident and just this side of having a stroke...or worse!

Then came the threats! That did it! In the beginning of my blog creation, I made it damned plain and simple that this blog was for nothing more than fun...This clown took me seriously!

I do not and will not take threats to me, my family, my computer and my journalistic reputation lightly, as a matter of fact it IS quite dangerous to the threatener to engage in such actions, not to mention foolish and childish.

But the one thing that made me laugh my ass off was he also threatened to NOT read my blogs EVER AGAIN!

Cool! Like I'm going to go crush my testicles in a vise and slash my wrists, which he advised me to do because he's NOT going to read my blogs? UH HUH! SUUURRREEEE I AM!, YEAH<>

It's NOT a good idea to deliberately piss me off and the operative word there is deliberately, which I have no doubts he set out to do, but it took me a half hour to track down his ISP and now I'm left with the option of sending him a virus or siccing the cops on him...or...just ignoring him!
Which I am inclined to do, but we'll see...

My personal leanings are to teach this whack job a lesson he will NOT soon forget, because it's REALLY,REALLY,REALLY evident that Mom and Dad did not spank that ass enough, and I hate spoiled, potty mouth, self centric, maniacally moronic people.

Just for the RECORD, I can and WILL take constructive criticism, it IS ALWAYS a delight to read other's well thought out words and ideas, but to come at me like this jerk did WILL bring out the worst in me in thought, word and POSSIBLY deed.

I suppose I could get profane and vulgar and vile about this jerk, but THAT accomplishes NOTHING, so it won't happen...here anyway...ROFLMAO!

So, my advice to all readers is if you DON'T like what I write...TOUGH!...Go read Dear Abby, Garfield or some such inane drivel that passes for journalism and/or entertainment. But if you're inthe mood for sarcasm, silliness and finger pointing and ridicule, c'mon back and have fun HERE!

Hey! Waitress, where's my Latte? and don't forget the carrot swizzle stick! Jeez! It's really hard to find good help these days!

Tsk Tsk, Tsk!

2008-08-15T01:38:00.000-07:00

Johnny, Johnny,Johnny, Just WHAT are we going to do with you? I mean, you pitching that hissy fit in Rhode Island no less and getting tossed from the Hall of Fame Tennis Match...WHAT'S UP WITH THAT dude?

John, look, if uh...your internal plumbing was clogged up and you were in a modicum of discomfort, I'm sure that the officials there would understand...All you have to do is go to them and tell them that you're full of crap...they'll understand...really they will. Then again, they may already know it, ...know what I mean?

Just to be on the safe side, John, I'm sure that there IS a store somewhere that sells the All Bran Product you've been touting for a year now, all you have to do is GO LOOK FOR IT!

Dude, you're close to half a century old, haven't you got it yet? The world does not revolve around YOU. But to protect your rep, I will tell people that you are indeed full of it and just need some cereal to get you back to your vibrant, exciting, volatile self.

Oh yeah, one more thing, PLEASE grow up...OK?

Denunciation!

2008-08-14T02:10:00.000-07:00

As most of you, if not all know by now that I do not suffer fools, morons, idiots, jerk offs and dick heads very lightly.

I have been doing quite a bit of research for an upcoming novel and I am afraid that I may have to trash THAT particular idea completely. Reason being, I cannot hold the contents of my stomach down when I read the pages and notes I have collected for this novel.

So, I will lay it out for you Gentle Reader and I desperately need some feedback on this.

I have been a student of history and people for well onto sixty years now and have seen changes that have made me go Hmmmmm, but there is one constancy that I do not, cannot and will not ever understand. That is the constancy of racial hatred.

When I decided to delve into this particular subject, I had no idea whatsoever of what I was getting into, as I dug and dug and dug deeper I have uncovered an undercurrent that seems to run a segment of our population.

And THAT undercurrent makes me violently ill.

I have found Neo-Nazi websites, that in my aggrandized opinion needs to be shut down, taken from the web and all of their pages piled high, soaked with coal oil and set ablaze...NOW

Kill the niggers, Kill the Jews, Kill the queers, Kill the lesbians, kill this, kill that, kill the other thing, the diatribe never stops, the diatribe never changes, the diatribe preaches a constant of racial hatred, prejudice and murder. The diatribe should not be tolerated! PERIOD!

Yeah, Yeah, yeah, I know, OUR First Amendment gives these sickos a marginal protection, but the operative word there IS marginal. BUT, the damned thng about it is, if your mind is twisted JUST enough, the horseshit these wackos espouse makes sense in some sort of sick, demented, misbegotten way. I actually found myself getting more and more interested in what was there.

MIND YOU, I said INTERESTED, NOT agreeable...

My interest came from the question: Where does this vomit come from? Hatred is NOT a genetically encoded birth thing, hatred is LEARNED.

HOW is it learned? At your fathers knee and other joints. Why is it learned? Because itbegins at birth and is taught from infancy all the way to adulthood AND beyond! WHY? Because the generation that preceeded taught it and the generation before that and the generation before that and that will go on and on and on and on and...and...and...

The next words here are difficult for me to write, because I am NOT sure how to espouse this particular theory...

The individuals in the family units that teach, preach, eat, sleep, breathe racial hatred and violence are so weak, so cowardly, so caught up in their own personal and familial failings that they have no option but to take out their own individual misery on others that they do not, cannot and will not...by choice...understand...DOES THIS THEORY MAKE SENSE?

I should hope so, BUT the major problem IS: When this miserable wretches band together, they create a vortex of sorts and this vortex can swallow up others that are not the sharpest knives in the drawer, and then THAT vortex grows exponentially until it reaches the F-5 stage(Fujita Tornado Scale usage...sorry!)

So, for the lasting, permanent record I for one DENOUNCE Neo-nazi skin head idiots, I for one DENOUNCE racially biased and racial hatred groups and in my own personal opinion, they all need to be either exterminated like cockroaches or imprisoned for the rest of their entire natural earth borne lives, and with that remark I have made myself JUST AS BAD AS THEY ARE!

However, the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, and hopefully, the many are those that do not espouse such policies, beliefs, and lifestyles.

Are the racially motivated haters Socially Malengineered? YES! Is there a way to change that Social Malengineering? I don't know, I just don't and for once I find myself at odds ends, trying to put this particular matter to rest inside of my pointy little head.

Just for the record, I am not talking EXCLUSIVELY about White Supremacist groups, OH NO! NOT by a long shot, I'm talkng about...well...let's just say another organization that IS prominent begins with an N and ends with a P and there are more high profile sites that espouse the same kind of vomit the Neo-nazi's do, but in a different way so as to protect their oh so well polished images...BAH! Enough is ENOUGH!

So, Gentle Reader, do I go forth with my project? At the risk of becoming bulimic or do I just shelve the whole damn thing until I can get my hands on a years supply of Compazine?

Time for the Good Ol' Moon Rabbit to hop on down the dusty farm lane and rip another 7-UP off of that good looking blonde, maybe it will settle my stomach...

There Are NO REAL heroes!

2008-08-13T05:07:00.000-07:00

I have sat back and watched a situation that defies description, and then again maybe it does NOT!
For over a decade or more COMIC BOOK Hero movies have grossed millions upon millions of hard earned American dollars at the box office.

Reason: At first I seriously thought it was because the public at large was in dire and desperate need of inane drivel thinly disguised as 'entertainment'.

But: I realized that I was indeed extremely wrong, which you will find that normally I am NEVER wrong!

We have the need for heroes, somebody that we can look up to, fashion some small part of your pointless lives after, maybe even adopt some small part of your hero's attitudes toward something.

But now, the American public at large seems to feel the need to idolize a comic book hero. Be it Batman, The Silver Surfer, The Wolverine etc etc etc etc etc.

It's really sad that we no longer look to the REAL people in this very real life of ours to fashion our attitudes, our very lives after. Has the American public sank so low, are they so blind, are they so friggin' STUPID that they cannot see the REAL heroes in our society?

Sadly the answer is a no doubt about it, hands down around the table, most definitely resounding YES!

We have troops in Iraq that are dying every day, they are your heroes, we have police on patrol onour streets and highways, they are your heroes, we have teachers in the classroom, underpaid and definitely under appreciated, they are your heroes, we have Trauma Nurses and Surgeons that save lives and treat the wounded and damaged, they are your heroes, we have EMT's out on the highways and byways respondiong to car wrecks, etc etc etc they are your heroes, and this list could and should go on and on and on and on and...and...and...

Forget wasting your money on the movies, wake up, look around you, we DO have heroes around us every minute of every day of every month of every year.

Moon Rabbit want to be President! Moon Rabbit make good President!

2008-08-12T07:47:00.000-07:00

Moon Rabbit want to be President! Moon Rabbit make good President!

A. Moon Rabbit smarter than Paris Hilton!

B. Moon Rabbit smarter than wrinkly old man McCain

C. Moon Rabbit much,much,nicer than smily man Obama

D. Moon Rabbit always tell truth

E. Moon Rabbit NEVER make secret deals

F. Moon Rabbit not want to be rich, Moon Rabbit only want to help American people

G. Moon Rabbit can be patriot enough for all American People, Moon Rabbit get rid of Patriot
Act

H. Moon Rabbit NOT like Gestapo Homeland Security dummies, Moon Rabbit put them on
unemployment

I. Moon Rabbit bring troops home from giant sandbox return them to their families

J. Moon Rabbit show Middle eastern fools error of ways by bombng them with Moon Rabbit
Rules to live by leaflets

K. IF that not work, Moon Rabbit order their destruction from space by Moon Rabbit Death
Ray

L. Moon Rabbit make America greatest nation on earth again by showing others it IS possible
to live in peace with others by having biggest and betterest weapons on earth

M. Moon Rabbit subsidize all carrot and lettuce farmers, making them rich.

Moon Rabbit want to be President! Moon Rabbit make good President! Elect Moon Rabbit in election, or suffer consequences by being led by nose by a wrinkly old man or a smily face man!

MOON RABBIT WANT TO BE PRESIDENT!

Moon Rabbit MAD! Moon Rabbit want to SMASH! Moon Rabbit want to PUKE!

2008-08-10T03:49:00.000-07:00

Moon Rabbit MAD! Moon Rabbit want to SMASH! Moon Rabbit want to PUKE! Moon Rabbit shake head in BEMUSEMENT!

You have got to be kidding the Moon Rabbit, right? Predator Sensor Operators are being traumatized by their job in California?

OH PUHLEEEEEEEEEZE!

Granted, the killing of another human being IS a serious business, but these...these...wimps, weak kneed, limp spined so called soldiers are NOW COMPLAINING that they are being traumatized by the fact that they remotely control drones that carry lethal, detonatable explosives that decimate ENEMY targets and they kill people with those lethal detonatable explosive charges.

Well...wah...wah...boo hoo...boo hoo!

This is done from SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA Gentle Reader!

So, after eight or ten hours on the job, they go to the parking lot, get in their cars and go to the house, take a shower, kick back and go to the kids soccer game, watch the tube, have a decent meal and take the old lady to the sack and pork her if the mood is right...

SO...WHAT is the problem??????????????????????????????????????????????????????

It's NOT like they are there with their sorry, wimpy asses in the giant sandbox now is it?

Here they are 12,000 plus miles away from the combat zone, safe, snug and all tidy from a hard day at the office.

NOTE: Being in the military MEANS that you train to kill strange and interesting people from other lands and countries.

Moon Rabbit's take is that everybody WANTS to be a victim. Modern warfare is NOT honorable any longer, thanks to technology, we now can reach out and whack our enemies from great distances, but until you get your ass in the grass or the sand as it were, you have no idea what the horror is of being in a combat zone. But then again, we are talking about the Army, NOT the Marine Corps and we are talking about folks in California...what more can the Moon Rabbit say? PLENTY? Read on Gentle Reader...

There was a time when warfare was honorable, not glorious, but honorable, when warriors from all ages went one on one with each other and either emerged victorious or emerged dead from the conflict at hand, NOT this long distance crap, not this techno crap, but right there, right then, on a battlefield of honor. Bottom line?...Warfare will NEVER be won WITHOUT ground troops, except in the case of an an all out, full scale nuclear attack, and NOBODY wins that scenario.

So, to the 'traumatized' video screen watchers I say this, go to the PX and load up on Midol, take several and GET OVER YOURSELVES! or...have the guts to request a transfer INTO a combat zone and do the job LIKE a warrior ought to...otherwise than that...SHUT THE HELL UP, STOP your sniveling, STOP your whining, STOP your groaning, moaning, pissy bitching.

Now then, if you will excuse me Gentel reader, I need to find someplace I can puke...

Moon Rabbits Rules to Live By...IF you're smart!

2008-08-05T09:10:00.000-07:00

Well, I've held off long enough, here are MY rules to live by, if, you're smart!

A. Never,ever rob a bank...with a rubber hammer. There's this weapon thing they rant and rave about in court.

B. Always keep it in your memory that most people don't give a rats ass about the ten commandments, except maybe the one about murder!

C. Never, ever puke on a cops shoes when you get busted for DUI.

D. Always keep in mind that Republicans ARE people too. Mean, greedy, nasty, narrowminded, bigoted, sleazy, and prudish people.

E. Never, ever make a play for the new female pastor, unless she secretly gives you her panties

F. Always keep in mind that Democrats are people too. Dingy, weird, head in the clouds, over spending, sexually addicted, Hillaryites.

G. Remember, Celebrity Chefs are NOT all they are cracked up to be

H. When you are stopped by the police, never,ever say "Whaddya say law enforcement dude?"

I. If someone shows up at your door and says that they are from the government and they want to help you...SLAM THE DOOR AND HIDE IN YOUR CLOSET!

J. Always remember that what you have is NOT personality, just merely an affliction.

K. Always remember that THE GOVERNMENT LIES!

L. Last but not the least, if you are a scammer, exploiter, or child pornographer, I will track you down and destroy you with everything the law allows!

M. One MORE THING: Dogs come when they are called, cats take a message and get back to you.

Salads, Hallucinations, and Then Suicide...IF you're STUPID!

2008-08-05T05:02:00.000-07:00

This one was just TOO GOOD to pass by.

Anthony Worrall Thompson a 'Celebrity' Chef has said that he apologizes for directing amateur chefs to place a deadly wild herb into salads. UH HUH!

OKAY,

Apologies are nice and if they are sincere and heartfelt, so much the better, however, what about NOT doing something so stupid that you have to apologize.

Celebrity Chef

This means that you know your stuff, or it's supposed to! You know the ingredients, amounts, flavor mixing etc etc etc for a certain recipe, horse dovers, entrees and desserts...Right?

Given all of that how is it possible that a 'Celebrity Chef' can make such a damn stupid mistake by advising his minions of food to include a deadly, lethal herb in their salads?

OH YES!

I can just see it now friends and gentle readers, sweet, petite, vivacious and perky soccer Mom is at home assembling a salad to die for...literally and on the advice of the 'esteemed Chef Thompson' she includes the killer weed henbane in her salad for hubbie and little rugrats. Then comes meal time, and soccer Mom proudly sets the well assembled veggie mix on the table and recieves her kudos humbly, but happily. OH MY!

THEN

Everyone digs in, lettuce, carrot, cukes, tomatoes henbane, olives flying in all directions as the perfect suburban family piles into their low carb, zero fat meal, fifteen minutes later, little Suzy begins to feel queasy, and them Mom and little Bobby and finally studly Dad all begin to get nauseous, then comes the hallucinations. evil dancing rabbits, evil dancing bugs and sweet little chipmunks swirl around in the fog and euphoria of collective hallucinations, time begins to slow and then heartbeats begin to slow, finally, every member of this 'perfect' suburban, subdivision living, yuppy, self absorbed family is prostrate on the floor, vomiting out their guts and their life, ruining that expensive berber rug from China. Mercifully, darkness overtakes them and their spirits escape out into the ether.

SEVERAL DAYS LATER

The now decomposing bodies of this oh so perfect subdivision living family is found by grandma and grandpa from out of town. Grandma dies on the spot from shock and gramps is staggered and stumbles around, barely making it out the door before he blows his breakfast. Recovering to the point of lucidity, he calls 911 and...

THEN

The cops and the ME are left to figure out whether this was a murder suicide or a royal screw up because the oh so perfect, perky, vivacious soccer Mom followed good ol' 'Celebrity Chef's' recipe.

GO FIGURE!

Cannabalism,Beheadings,Stabbings and The Big Grey Dog

2008-08-04T09:05:00.000-07:00

UH HUH! NOW...the Chinese nutjob that went crackers on the Big Grey Dog has now been charged with cannabalism! Say What?

I am as sympathetic as anyone can be if someone has or has had, or is experiencing mental disturbances, emotional problems etc etc etc. But...this guy? Hmmmmm.

Back a few years hence, there was a derth of beheading videos on the Net, and they were all performed by radical Muslim factions that didn't have a clue about humanity, or if they did it was so skewed that it probably didn't matter anyway.

But this guy.....For NO apparent reason he stabs and kills his victim that was just a seat mate on a commuter bus...The only reasons I CAN THINK of for this to happen is to thnk that:
A. The victim cast serious aspersions on the Chinese man's family, ancestry and heritage
B. The victim was a racist and kept running his mouth until Chinese dude went off on him

C. The Chinese dude was just a whacko.

EITHER WAY

What he did was a serious crime against humanity, to find out WHY he did what he did WOULD be nice, but why bother? Stabbing is one thing, killing is another, but beheading and cannabalizing the remains? OH PUHLEEEEZZZZEEEEE!

I keep thinking that it's safer to stay home or just let the driving to me, in my own Jeep and I ain't picking up no cannabalistic stabbers. This is way to weird EVEN for me to comprehend. However, it seems as if Mr. Li had ANOTHER PROBLEM.

His wife, Mrs. Li is NOW WORRIED about how this is going to AFFECT HER!

HMMMMMMMMMMMM!

Talk about cold blooded, I can see that problem real friggin' clear. She hounded the poor bastard until he just snapped. Hey, it can happen, Just look at Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton, one or both of them pissed each other off so bad they went at it with squirrel pistols at twenty paces.

OH YEAH, I can just see it now!

She'll probably go to the jail for a visit and give him all kinds of holy hell for PUTTING HER IN A BAD POSITION, with not ONE CARE abut HIM...NOW, don't get me wrong, I DO HAVE all knds of sympathy for the vic and his family, but ya know, after reading what I did about the female half of Li family, I have some stirrings of sympathy for the cannibal beheader...

I don't know, maybe Li just went right off the edge and thought he was whacking the Mrs. WHO KNOWS!

Advice

2008-08-02T05:06:00.000-07:00

Since I'm not up to writing a blog today, here, gentle reader is some wisely used advice!

OOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPS!

DON'T HAVE ANY! SORRY!

VIEWERS, TUNE IN NEXT WEEK, SAME PLACE, SAME TIME, SAME CHANNEL

FOR

MORE EXCITING STORYS FROM THE MADE UP FACTS OF

THE ALL KNOWING, ALL SEEING CAFFEINE OVERLOADED MOON RABBIT CRUSADER

NOW!

WHERE'S MY LATTE'?

OOOOOOO Big man in Muncie....yeah...right!

2008-08-01T05:03:00.000-07:00

Low life, scum bag SOB is more like it! This sub human creature that wears a man suit forces his eight year old daughter to stab the family cat AFTER he strangles it in front of her and her young brother because...now hold on to your undies...got a good grip on 'em?...OK...here we go...he wanted to have his children learn how to kill! Yeah...that makes a lot of sense to him... I guess...

Now, he/ it claims to have been drunk and doesn't 'remember much about that day'...HORSESHIT!

Convenient excuse, works every time...

The hell with sending this piece of human garbage to jail...he needs to be tied to a stake and horsewhipped! What? You got a problem with that? THAT makes you just as weird as he is if you can't see the logic in that punishment.

IF I remember correctly, horsewhipping is NOT fatal but it drives the point home(no pun intended) look at it like this, a small defenseless kitten is strangled, and for what, it damn sure wasn't Powder the DREADED SPACE INVADING CAT, this was a small baby, so this piece of human garbage, inebriated...'he says'...takes his meanness out on it and then forces his kid to stab it! Yeah, that sure is the picture of a responsible parent huh?.

Makes me want to vomit!

Am I outraged? You damn skippy I am! Am I sick to my stomach? You damn skippy I am!
Would I love ten minutes alone with this...this...subhuman in a man suit? OOOOOHHHH YES!

Sorry gentle readers, this is MY other side that I try desperately to keep locked up and under control, but it's stupid crap like this that makes me want unleash it just for a little while, so in lieu of that, I guess I'll go mow the grass...Have a GREAT DAY!

Thank God and Greyhound, You'll be beheaded!

2008-08-01T03:07:00.001-07:00

Yeah, yeah,yeah, I'm a Roy Clark fan, you got a problem with that? huh?

OH GOODY! Now we have psycho terrorists on the last bastion of unfettered continental travel.

So, this FREAK gets his self on a GREYHOUND and later proceeds to stab AND behead another passenger, apparently just for slaps and giggles!

HUH?

Ya know, the more I hear and the more I see, from the DREADED MARS MONKEYS to THE DREADED SPACE INVADING REPUBLICANS, I'm getting to the point of where I don't wanna go ANYWHERE except to the coffee pot.

For once in a helluva long time, I am speechless. Well, maybe not speechless, but just in shock, and it's not the crime itself, it's the idea that an institution as aged as GREYHOUND can be subject to something like THIS!

Make no mistake, I am in shock at the brutality of something like this, but it's also the idea that we are not safe anywhere, anymore,anytime. THAT is a sad state of human affairs, what the hell happened and when to bring us to this point, it's friggin' ridiculous!

Does any of this make sense? Being stabbed is one thing, but to be decapitated when all you're doing is riding down the road.

I mean, how is GREYHOUND going to rebound, that just leave the driving to us thing is OUT THE WINDOW folks...Are they gonna have Bus Marshals now? Is it gonna be, take off your shoes and you can't have a carry on in the terminals now?

I can just see it now, lines queued up, people in stockng feet and being scanned by a metal detector, at a friggin' bus station no less...Jeez!

Not to mention the rebound PR campaign, just leave the driving to us and our drivers are now fully armed to protect you in case of a psycho beheading attack! UH HUH!

Think I'm gonna go get a cup of coffee and really try to figure this one out...The Big Grey Dog does not BITE BACK...dammit!....Well. maybe it does, just NOT fast enough. And who was this FREAK anyway? And WHY did he do something so horrendous and out of any known frame of reference for the average joe like me and you?

I'll be back later to vent some more on tis subject...or...another one ROFLMAO!

As usual...BUT made a slight change

2008-07-31T05:25:00.000-07:00

As is the Moon Rabbit's well known routine, I rise early and grope my way blindly to the coffee pot, swearing and grumbling as I trip over doggy toys in the floor in the dark, after deftly tripping the switch for the pot I lean back with a satisfied sigh and wait for: One-My heart to begin lub-dubbing in my chest and Two-For that frantically craved brew of Rich Colombian Coffee from Folgers.

I had made plans the night before to write an article pointedly ridiculing the forty four pound cat found terrorizing Weight Watchers International in New Joisey. So, being the concientious journalist I am, I went and typed my little fingers to the bone on that article, but deviating from my normal course of actions afterward, I slipped out on to the back deck with my coffee and settled into a well padded chair and waited for the sun to come up.

The early morning hours are mine and not for sharing, it allows me to think quite undisturbed and it also allows me to listen to my little corner of the world begin the process of waking up. But as the light began to get ever so slowly lighter, I watched the fog roll in and where we live is pretty much isolated and like a thunderbolt I was hammered with the realization that the forest behind the house held a chilling resemblance to the jungles of South VietNam, true it was an optical illusion and I believed that I had left that behind me over forty years ago. Boy, was I ever wrong.

My senses came to full alert and I moved quietly on stealthy feet as I traversed the short area from one end of the deck to the other, fully expecting small arms fire to erupt from the tree line.

For short moments in time, I was plunged backwards in time to a period of turmoil in my life and in this country. I spent a total of seventy two months, nineteen days, fourteen hours in country of South East Asia. Thirty four months, four days of that I was an unwilling guest of the Heroic Peoples Liberation Army of North Viet Nam and I was NOT by any stretch of the imagination a model prisoner. As a matter of fact I have no idea why they did NOT execute my young, incorrigble ass because I was such a pain in theirs.

But, gentle reader that is ANOTHER story for much, much later...

The rest of the time, I was a combat Marine and I did my job, which was killing the enemy, quite efficiently. Yes, I earned several medals and citations, well...bully for me...LOL!

But those medals and citations and a buck and a quarter will buy me a cup of coffee.

For those short moments this morning I was transported to a time that was filled with chaos, small arms fire, the thunder of jets and the rumbling of helicopter and the cries of the wounded and the silence of the dead. These are sounds that will forever be in my head, and yes, I am ashamed, for the lives I caused to be lost and for those that I took directly and for those lives I could not save.

Now, comes the supreme effort of cramming all of that garbage that fell out of THAT closet I had it packed so neatly in and slamming the door and locking it securely so that it never opens again.

This glimpse of my personal and very private life may offend some, well...bully for you. Bottom line here is, I went and did MY JOB while others fled their duty to their country that raised them, fed them, nurtured them and allowed them their freedoms.

I'll be sixty years old this month...BULLY FOR ME!...There were times when I did not believe that I would see thirty, I've weathered a war, a divorce, another ongoing marraige, my mother in law, my grandchildren, cancer(YEA! I'M A SURVIVOR), two tornados, one big, bad ass hurricane and broken shoulders, broken legs and a totally unrelated eighty foot fall from a cell tower.

My darling bride of twenty seven years swears that when I die, somebody will have to tell me I'm dead, because I won't lay down. But...today, was a time I believed that I had died in the rice paddies of South VietNam and somebody forgot to tell me, or maybe part of my humanity died there and I have failed to regain it. Either way, I'm still HERE, you got a problem with that? ROFLMAO!

Keep checking back, read my blogs and laugh at my silliness and twisted, skewed points of view on the world at large and commiserate with me when you come across a blog such as this...

Just WHERE DOES a Forty Four Pound Cat Sleep? HUH?

2008-07-31T02:31:00.000-07:00

Answer: Any Friggin' where it can drag it's corpulent ass to, collapse from carrying around ALL of that LARD and then pass out from exhaustion.

I have it on GOOD authority that the feline in question is on the run from a murder charge. Yes, friends and readers a MURDER charge.

It happened like this. The feline murder suspect has been accused of killing and eating at least three of it's neighbors over a two year period. NOT only that, he also killed the neighbors rotweiler and dragged it off into the bushes and dined on it for several days.

This is no ORDINARY feline, OH NO! This is actually a DREADED SPACE CAT. I knew it would happen, first the DREADED MARS MONKEYS and now the DREADED INVADING SPACE CAT.

Eons ago, CATatonia, the Iron Pawed leader of the DREADED LEGION OF INVADING SPACE CATS decreed that the Famed and Infamous Pussillanimous Planet would rule the galaxy, since then, it has been reported that they have overtaken no other planets because they're just too damn fat!

Weight problem with getting their DREADED INVADING SPACE vehicles out of the litter boxes!

So, the indolent, surly, insubordinate, so self contained residents of the Famed and Infamous Pussillanimous Planet have just laid around the litter box and feed bowls and JUST stared at the sky above.

However, the Joisey cat that is NOW being wrongfully hailed as a 'poor lost soul' was once a svelte three pounds and was blasted out into space by his faithful sidekick George with the aid of UGA XII a nasty, vicious, wrongfully imprisoned, English Bulldog, kidnapped by a horde of DREADED MARS MONKEYS that invaded Athens, Georgia, and a very,very.very large rubber band!

A week later the Joisey cat landed in Voorhees NJ, and you know what happened in Jersey back in the thirties dontcha? the Martians invaded us then,!well, anyway, the oh so cutesy poo feline wormed his way into the hearts and mind of a now devoured human family and has been on a murderous rampage ever since.

I keep telling you, it's a conspiracy! DREADED MARS MONKEYS! DREADED INVADING SPACE CATS, MARTIANS IN THE THIRTIES, GEORGE BUSH IN OFFICE WITH IS FAITHFUL SIDEKICK, GOOD OLD 'SHOOT 'EM IN THE FACE' DICK CHENEY!

Where's it all going to end?

I can tell you, right here, right now! Regis and Kathy Lee are going to emerge as mind controlled(NOT that THERE IS much mind to control) minions of the DREADED INVADING SPACE CATS and THEY ARE going to lead our country down a path of destructive inanity and silliness...Mark my words! It's coming and...OH NOOOOOOOO! Here comes a DREADED INVADING SPACE REPUBLICAN! AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH!

DISCLAIMER!

Any resemblance to persons or dreaded space invaders now living or dead is purely a coinkydink! I just report the facts as I make them up and I absolutely refuse to give up any of my sources...SO THERE!

Government lies...Maybe...Good Old Boys...Monkeys From Mars

2008-07-30T02:24:00.000-07:00

The cat's out of the bag! ooooppppps, I meant monkey, forgive me! In the Roaring 50's a police officer came upon three good old boys in Georgia that filed a report AND gave up evidence that they had found a space alien, most notably of the simian variety. OK! I can go along with THAT!

However, as usual, the government JUST HAD to get involved and eventually, the GOVERNMENT declared it a HOAX. Uh huh, yeahhh, that's the ticket, declare it a hoax so we, the American Citizens wouldn't go into a panic and prepare ourselves for invasion from the DREADED MARS MONKEYS! That just goes to show you how little the government cares for us, they would rather have us invaded, dominated and enslaved by the DREADED MARS MONKEYS than face facts that we are NOT ALONE!

The Government does NOT WANT TO BELIEVE, JUST LIKE AGENt SCULLY! but then again, they can't be believed either, but THAT is another story I guess.

Anyway, the gist of the story is, these three good old boys came upon a saucer shaped vehicle on a backroad somewhere in Georgia and happened to clock a DREADED MARS MONKEY with their pickup truck, way to go dude. So the two foot tall creatures that were trying desperately to invade(there were only three)us, and ya gotta give the DREADED MARS MONKEYS credit, they had brass, panicked and cut and run...well, maybe they didn't have brass, just a busted ass space vehicle.

So, just about the time the DREADED MARS MONKEYS exit stage left this cop comes along and collects the evidence, takes down a report and heads for the house SUPPOSEDLY to call it a night...uh huh...sure.

Later the three good old boys were charged with obstructing a highway and coughed up a $40.00 dollar fine. Were the DREADED MARS MONKEYS charged? Nooooooooo!

It's a CONSPIRACY! DON'T YOU SEE? For the last fifty five years we, the American public have been duped and decieved by the DREADED MARS MONKEYS influenced government.

Want proof? I have it and you do too! There is all of a sudden ALL THIS BIG INTEREST IN MARS...see?

But you're probably saying, "Moon Rabbit, we haven't seen any signs of the DREADED MARS MONKEYS ON MARS." Well of course we haven't, because they're monkeys and they mess with everything, they keep turning the cameras AWAY FROM THEM! Jeez!

Look at who we have for the Prez! He's a monkey in a man suit! It ALL ADDS UP! MARS MONKEYS in Georgia, The Mars Rover does not have any pics of the DREADED MARS MONKEYS because the monkeys mess with everything and we have a monkey in a man suit for the Prez! It's as clear as that banana smoothie you're probably quaffing right now, we are in imminent danger of being invaded by the DREADED MARS MONKEYS AND the FLYING MONKEYS FROM THE LAND OF OZ!

DON'T say that the Moon Rabbit didn't try to warn you when you're stuck in an ape controlled 're-education' camp, and don't you dare say I didn't try to warn you when the wicked witch tries to steal your ruby slippers either, and don't say that I didn't try to warn you when the Republican Party members come swinging in out of the trees to 're-educate' you!

Think about it and get back to me! I have this great little banana cannon....

As Usual...BUT got pulled up short

2008-07-29T02:00:00.000-07:00

As is my usual practice of rising early, and ya gotta or ya can't get the uppers on Elmer and his ilk, I grabbed a coffee and then sat before my keyboard and went to work in my daily and eternal search for something to make fun of right here in Blogger land.
But I got pulled up short when I read the McClatchy Article about Bush approving the death sentence for a soldier on death row at Leavenworth.

Normally, my non hopping friends and readers, I would rant, rave, have hard down dying duck fits over Dubya and his maniacally moronic actions in the White House, but NOT today.

Today, you will get a rare glimpse of my serious side.

A soldier, now convicted of rape and murder awaits his death at the hands of a government sanctioned executioner for his heinous crimes, well...bully for him.
I have to tell you folks, I am a proponent of Capital Punishment but only under under the strictest of conditions. Rape, Murder,Murder of a law Enforcement Officer, Child Molestation,Child Rape and/or Murder,Treason,Mass Murder, things like that.
Some of you may agree with me, some of you may not and that's alright, but in truth, if you or your family member was a victim of any of the above crimes , you would be the first in line to drop the offender through the trap door .

The taking of a human life, no matter whether it is done at the hands of a criminal or at the hands of the local governmental agency(the state)or by the government itself is a serious and delicate matter, and not one to be rushed into. This IS the reason we have the almost inexhaustible appeals process. Granted, there are millions of dollars spent by the state and Federal Government undertaking these appeals and yes, it is our tax dollars at work.
However, as much as it pains me to say this(And I am having cramps)this is the best sytem we have until something else comes down the road.

I can think of a number of times the death penalty has been applied unjustly and without forethought or applied with malice and that is shameful(Read:Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee, for starters). To date, we have shot, hung,electrocuted and gassed criminals for their particular crime against society, now we put them down like mongrel dogs, and maybe they are mongrels of the humankind.

No, the killing of a fellow human is not pretty, just like the killing of a four legged creature is not pretty, is it necessary? Yes and No: By the way, I'm playing devils advocate here. The necessity of the death penalty is rooted in the belief that the Old Testament rules still apply to satisfy that blood lust for revenge. That necessity is also for the state or government to show that they champion the victim.

But do they, really?

On the flip side though, a nation is defined by several things, first, how they treat their elderly, how they treat their animals and how they deal with their criminals, and ya know what? we ain't batting a thousand in any of those departments. Dammit!

Maybe the French had the right idea by banishing the worst of the worst to Devils Island and maybe the English had it right by banishing the worst of the worst to Australia, but look what Australia has emerged as...need I say more?

Do I, the all knowing, wise and benificent Moon Rabbit have a pat answer for all of these questions surrounding this aspect of our judicial system, and it's right about here, I would normally have some smart ass answer, but as I take a deep breath and sigh heavily, NO I don't have an answer.

So, this rapist murderer will go to his death via lethal injection and that will be one less mouth to feed and one less criminal to waste tax dollars on and one less criminal to waste tax dollars on in the appeals process. Has his impending death solved any outstanding, long standing societal or social problems? NO! Has his impending death fed the bloodlust for our(collectively)revenge?YES! But is that good enough for us(collectively)Maybe...for now...up until the next one and the next one and then the next and...you get the picture...right?

Will the Madness NEVER End?

2008-07-28T02:26:00.000-07:00

MOON RABBIT CRUSADER IS MAD! Be afwaid! Be vewy...vewy... afwaid!

On Yahoo this am there was a video of one of my hopping brethern being horribly exploited!

Yes, friends, a small, warm, cuddly rabbit, just a baby actually was being FORCED TO FETCH THE MAIL!

WILL THE MADNESS NEVER END?

I nearly choked on my coffee laced carrot juice when I saw that brutal and exploitative photo!

First there was the Easter Bunny, then came Bugs Bunny, constantly being chased, harassed and shot at by that murderous Elmer Fudd! Why hasn't Elmer Fudd been arrested and prosecuted for those horrendous crimes of stalking and attempted murder?

I'll tell you why? Because the human is chasing and attempting to murder a lowly, unassuming, shy and retiring rabbit that's WHY!

That is on par for the stupid accusations made by the Government that Merkitroyd Muskrat caused the levee collapse in Missouri a month ago.

Friends, don't you see it is all a conspiracy? Yes, a dastardly, vicious and behind closed doors conspiracy to wipe out all of the quiet, and voiceless and shy rodent population of the world, much like it was an attempt to wipe out the Native Americans by the Federal Government!

If they can't kill us, then they want to enslave us, just like the African Americans were enslaved!

BUT! We DID have a champion...Crusader Rabbit! Yes, friends, he came along at a time when this country needed him, This country was awash in paranoids, believing that communists lurked behind every tree and closed door. But what happened to him? He was eventually effectively silenced by the governemt controlled media of Hollywood!

Working behind the scenes was Mighty Mouse, but eventually, he too fell victim to the so called 'critics' and was silenced as well...

IT is a sad day in America when our heroic and courageous rabbit and mice are stepping forward to save us from the likes of Snively Whiplash and DJ the Dirty Guy and countless other villains and then...then they are left on the cutting room floor!

So, now, it is boldly seen that an attempt to enslave the rabbit population is in full swing. I for one refuse to stand for it!

For months now, I have been working covertly with carrot producers to produce a 'smartcarrot'!

One that is electronically guided and can find a earhole at the distance of two feet, this is a devastating weapon. I will unleash this weapon only on those that continue to enslave my hopping brethern!

So, I am issuing this wartning! ALL of you who continue in your dastardly, callous, cold blooded ensalvement of my rabbit cousins, BEWARE! You never know when a carrot may come zooming out of the blue to plug an ear OR evcn a nostril! You WILL pay for your crimes.

Change your ways and you will be able to sleep well at night, knowing that I will NOT seek retribution from you...

However, IF you should ignore this warning, DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT be surprised if you should be walking along someday and a carrot comes flying at you at the high velocity of three feet a second and plugs an ear, or even both ears or a nostril or both, How ya gonna explain that to the authorities and/or your doctor...huh?

HOW you gonna explain it?

Moon Rabbit is mad! BE AFWAID...BE VEWY...VEWY AFWAID!

Sharks, Humans and Seals...HUH?

2008-07-27T05:42:00.000-07:00

I was just privy to some information that made me want to bray like a jackass in heat!

This information was: Sharks DON'T like to eat humans, they would much rather dine on seals!

MULE MUFFINS!

So, HOW did the fuzzyheads at who knows where come up with this information?

Did they in fact convene a testing panel of a Thresher Shark a Great White, A Tiger Shark and a Hammerhead shark and blindfold each one?

Did they then give each shark and piece of seal meat, allow them to munch on that, take it away and give them pieces of an accidentally severed limb from a human, and allow the sharks in question to munch on them, and then after the impromptu meal, remove their blindfolds and give them a questionairre to fill out and return to the fuzzy head testers?

OH, I can just see it now, there they are, in their little shark chairs with blindfolds securely in place, and a white coated technician by the name of Nervous Ricky sets a plate of seal meat in front of each shark, and when told to they begin devouring the seal meat with joyful abandon.

Then, Nervous Ricky returns with another plate and on that plate is a piece of accidentally severed limb from a human, and when told to the sharks begin devouring the sample.

Now Then, You have to ask yourself these questions:
A. WHY is Ricky nervous?
B. WAS there a noticeable hesitance when the sharks began devouring the severed limb samples
C. WHO blindfolded the sharks?...Nervous Ricky perhaps, this WOULD explain his obvious agitation
D. WHO killed the seal and why aren't they incarcerated? it IS illegal
E. WHO was the poor unfortunate that lost the severed limb?
F. HOW did the poor unfortunate lose his/her limb?
G. WHY is this test being conducted at all?

Think about it and get back to me, OK?

Botox...HUH?

2008-07-26T02:14:00.000-07:00

I haven't been living under a rock, nor am I stupid, so I am well aware of the lengths that a human being with an over sized vanity and an ego the size of an eighteen wheeler will go to to keep themselves looking 'young'. However, lately I have been doing some reading about 'cosmetic alterations etc' and the one recurring theme was Botox injections.

So, I did some investigating about Botox and all of it's ramifications etc, so for what it's worth, here's MY take on the subject. As usual, this will probably be way over the top, so hang onto your undies and let's take a spin through the Moon Rabbit's twisted and some times convoluted mind.

First off, you panic at the sight of that 'one wrinkle' that just does not seem to want to submit to your assaults with Oil of Ole' and other nostrums and compounds that you slather on your otherwise delicate features the moment the sun takes dip on the horizon. And you wonder why your husband has a mistress. Humph!

So, one morning, in a fit of pique over the said wrinkle, you firmly resolve to rid yourself of that one offending hallmark of physical aging. In a dead panic, you rush out to your car, ratty old chenille bathrobe flapping crazily around your hairy ankles and your secret hair restoration plugs waving in the morning air like furry little sentinels at the gate. You jump in and slam the door, catching the hem of your ratty old chenille bathrobe in the door, eschewing the mandatory seat belt law, you fire up the old gas guzzler and drop the shift lever into reverse and slam your foot down on the gas pedal, in a cloud of choking blue exhaust, you back out of your driveway nearly disembowling Mrs. Tutwilers twenty three pound cat Fluffy waddling along the street just at the perimeter of your driveway.

Once again, you drop the shift lever into drive, stomp on the gas and away you go, nearly running over Mrs.. Tutwiler who is in search of her now traumatized four legged fat wad.
Carelessly and with terrified abandon, you speed to the nearest jolly old Botox Injection Store.

And it is there that the fun really starts, after smashing several trash cans and coming within a cats hair(Mrs. Tutwiler's cat, perhaps?) of making street pizza out of a now totally frazzed out of a meter maid, you leap from your gas guzzler and extricate your ratty old chenille bathrobe with an angry, impatient yank, from the locking works of your car door and it's now stained with grease and road grime...yeeeccchhhh!

Thankfully, and so gratefully you stumble through the door of the jolly old Botox Injection Store, that ratty old chenille bathrobe, now hanging limply on your body whereupon you are greeted by a woman with a vacuous smile and empty eyes and frozen facial features that suggest at least two hundred and twenty Botox injections, but, in your haste, you ignore THAT and frenetically explain why you are there, using up all of their precious time just to cater to your vain whims.

The vacuously smiling woman leads you to the inner recesses of the jolly old Boxtox Injection Store and you are placed in a room with four bare walls that smell faintly of mold and corruption, but you are too relieved and alternately excited to even notice that.

Later, a tall, gaunt, balding man with a predatory smile enters your room and with a syringe filled with a viscous looking liquid and his name is Wolfgang, just Wolfgang, no last name. Whiningly and with a cry baby attitude, you tell him of your plight, and point to the area in question and with a terrifyingly benign smile he immediately injects the area in question, and then and only then do you relax with a sigh and being so relieved and so filled with gratitude, you don't actually realize that you have to pay to have your face injected with a virulent bacterial strain that can and just might ultimately kill you...OH No! THAT realization will come later.

The next morning, you wake and realize that you are having trouble seeing, so you stumble around blindly, slamming into furniture, barking your shins and stubbing your less than perfect toes and you finally get to the bathroom, where you see in the medicine cabinet mirror, with your one good eye, that your right eye ball now rests on your left cheek and your face is covered with festering, suppurating pustules.

Now then, you don't think to call 911, OH NO, not YOU, you stumble and lurch your way blindly through the house and once again jump imto your gas guzzler, fire it up, and in a deja vu mode you roar from your driveway, but this time, you do disembowel poor little old well larded Fluffy, ignoring the bump and the agonized scream of the now defunct feline you head to the nearest hospital in a weaving, drunken rush.

Reaching the Emergency Room parking lot, how you mananged is anybody's guess! You slam your gas guzzler between a sub compact and a soccer mom mini van, crumpling the drivers side door of the van. Bouncing off of the curbing, you shut the engine down and frantically open your door and slam it into the passengers side door of the subcompact, leaving a dent and a Grand Canyon sized scratch.

Lurching and weaving your way through the parking lot, you make your way to the ER Doors, which slide open and you stumble through them. So, there you are, standing there, screaming and weaving about, having to support yourself on the wall and the nurses and the waiting room full of patients begin retching and screaming in abject terror because dear, you look like something out of an alcoholics delirium filled hallucinations or a really, really bad Clive Barker B grade movie.

Two burly security guards, wearing gloves, immediately come and eject you from the ER, because you have caused a disturbance, you are given a stern warning and left to die like a dog in the street because the Botox was in all actuality, BOTULISM and it's now running rampant through your internal systems and also, you just had to go see good old Wolfgang, no last name, just Wolfgang, because in your infantile yearnings to make yourself desirable you ignored the fact that Botox is really BOTULISM filtered down.

Just a few more things, first off, lose that ratty old bathrobe, you're NOT going to need it any more, and second, Where should we send flowers? and third, Wolfgang's real name is Mengele. You figure that one out...

Have a very,very nice day!

OOOOOHHHHHHH PUHLEEZE!

2008-07-25T02:43:00.000-07:00

Somebody out there NEEDS to get a grip! On Yahoo this am was an article about Feminists in a Feeding Frenzy over Fat Princess, a video game.

The jist of the game is to rescue a princess that has been fed cake to make her too heavy to haul away from the evil kidnappers castle via the fact that she is too fat from eating cake.

SO now a bunch of militant wackos are up in arms over the game...well...bully for them!

I'm a simple guy, and I don't whine, bitch,piss,moan, have hard down dying duck fits over simple things like GAMES!

While it is true that I am a dyed in the wool Tennessee Vols fan and I DO poke fun at Alabama football and their supporters I don't go around getting my panties all up in a twist, and sniveling and whining about a lost game, or ANY opposing team or the tactics used in the game.

So, I say this to the 'feminists' that are acting like mentally challenged porcine omnivores(pig crazy), Please...just for once in your miserable earthly sojourn, get a grip, stop whining, stop sniveling, get some tissue, dab at your bloodshot, teary eyes, wipe your snot filled nasal passages clean and understand that A. This is just a GAME, B. You are NOT required to play said game by law C. If you do NOT like said game, then you have two options, you can either play another game or you can play with yourself, either way, you should be able to derive some sort of angry pleasure and finally we come to the final part of this list. D. THIS IS JUST A GAME!

I fail to understand the logic in all of the uproar over a video game that does not portray wholesale bloodletting, murder,rape, incest or drug usage, I have personally viewed five screens of this game, and fail to see the offense in any of them, but then again, just maybe I am too logical and too practical, but I do know one thing, all of your hi jinks, didoes,flailings and head banging temper tantrums don't mean diddly jack squat in my book, so grow up, get a life and GET A FRIGGIN GRIP ON REALITY. The world DOES NOT revolve around you, it revolves around the sun, the world is NOT yours for the taking, the world will definitely take YOU given half a chance, and, oh yeah, one more thing, maybe the services of a well trained psychotherapist should be looked into, or maybe you just need to have your ass kicked from here to Mount LeConte, THAT just might wake you up and bring you BACK to reality. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I know that that last statement was inappropriate, but I have the feeling that momma and daddy did not utilize the option of warming up the setters of their spoiled brats, turned sniveling, whiny ass cry babys...

'Nuff said there! Jeez!

Oh Yeah...one More Thing...GO VOLS!

THIS JUST IN: Film at Noon!

2008-07-23T02:49:00.000-07:00

It was reported today on the PNN(Psycho News Network)that Billy Ray Bob Redneck took several shots at Barack Obama in Afghanistan. It seems that poor Billy Ray was confused or just plain stupid.

When he heard that Obama was coming to their outpost in the hinterlands, he thought that it was Osama that was coming. Billy Ray locked and loaded his squirrel rifle and grabbed some extra ammunition and laid in wait for Obama to appear.

When the presidential candidate did make an appearance, Billy Ray fired several shots at the him. Luckily, Obama was not hit by any of the rounds and Billy Ray was taken away for a good ass kicking from his First Sergeant .

Billy Ray will also undergo a mental evaluation to determine if he is stupid enough to remain at his post in 'Ghanistan as he fondly calls it. If he is found to be borderline stupid , Billy Ray will be sent to Officers Training School at an undisclosed location.

This is your PNN Reporter, Bill(Public Master Baiter #1)Balls

Worms, Monkeys,Sex, AIDS,Drugs and...?

2008-07-23T02:15:00.000-07:00

Far be it from me to disparage learned scientists, however, on Yahoo was a report that IF you had worms, you were more likely to get AIDS. HUH? And then the article went on to explain that in the sub-Saharan part of Africa(Uganda)people were swimming in water and drinking water and etc etc that had worms in it, but these learned fuzzy heads were giving monkeys AIDS to study the effect that worms had on them...HUH?

So, I tried to simplify this, first off, I thought that AIDS was spread by sexual contact and by the use of dirty needles that were already infected with tainted blood, so what it boils down to is THIS!

Either the people in Uganda are having sex with infected monkeys with worms, and I shudder at the vision that went along with that thought, or the people in Uganda are doing drugs with infected monkeys, or the worms in the water have AIDS and they are having sex and doing drugs with humans.

Frankly, by the time I finished reading the article on Yahoo I was more confused than I normally am. But one other thing stuck out like an immense hard on. The article read that it took seventeen times less the AIDS virus to infect monkeys with the virus...well...NO SHIT Sherlock! Monkeys are way smaller than humans!...DUH!

I don't know, maybe they should infect a gorilla with AIDS the old fashioned way, you know, screw him up the ass, then give him some injectable crack in a dirty needle. Now, there is a vision to ponder inside of your pointy little head.

Guess I'll cruise on over to MSN and see if I can't REALLY screw up my head by immersing myself in their inane and simpleton news articles. Have a Great Day Y'all

Additional Musings, Meanderings and Comments on The Human Conditon

2008-07-21T08:30:00.000-07:00

From my observation post high atop the parapets of my castle I have had the chance the last few weeks to observe the comings and goings and hi jinks of the humans below, and you know what? I'm not impressed. UH...let me clarify that...I am impressed by the capabilitites of a small percentage of humans to be treacherous, callous, uncaring and just downright mean.

What? You tell the Moon Rabbit he's wrong? Shame on you! Yeah! That's right...shame... on... YOU! The Magnificent Moon Rabbit knows whereof he writes...Let's examine further...shall we?

Orlando, Fla: A baby disappears for five weeks and the mother doesn't report it? Whats wrong with that picture?

York, Pa: A pregnant woman is bound, sedated and her baby cut from her womb. What's wrong with that picture?

The USA: We spend billions of dollars giving foreign aid and only give a small fraction of that back to OUR homeless, OUR sick, OUR needy. What is wrong with THAT picture?

Iraq: We spend billions of dollars on a war that has no just position or frame of reference, have over 4,000 killed and the goverment has depleted our 'Home Defense' troops by sending them to Iraq. What is wrong with that picture?

Am I being too harsh? What? You mean the sweet cuddly little old Moon Rabbit? You damn skippy I am!

Do, I the Crusading Moon Rabbit see any end to this madness?

Yes, I do!

Right after the world as we know it ends and something better comes down the pike, but don't expect that to be any time soon.

Well,it's almost lunch time, I guess I'll go munch on a carrot and maybe later on I'll hop on down to that good looking blondes place and steal a 7 Up, I like to hear her scream!

'Bye Y'all

What's Next?

2008-07-12T02:02:00.000-07:00

I have always been a tolerant sort, well, maybe...uh...sort of, when it came to one's own particular brand of religion...well...maybe...sort of...My personal belief is what is between a man and his Supreme Deity is none of my business.
I for one do not subscribe to the policy of cramming any particular brand of religion down some one's throat. Ever!...However, in the early am news this am was an article about how a self styled leader of a religious organization was busted and tossed into the hoosegow for handling and indulging in the sale of venomous snakes.
THAT is something to make you go Hmmmmmmmmmmmm!
Let's examine this, shall we...
This overgrown, pompous, maniacally moronic individual handles snakes in a religious rite? OOOOOOOOOOOKay! Un huh! Makes sense to me, if you want to tempt the Higher Power into swatting you down like a fly on the wall...NOT only does he handle the snakes, he sells them too...OK, I can see someone wanting to make an extra buck, I don't have a quarrel with THAT...but highly venomous snakes? Either this dude was:
A. Dropped on his head at birth...on purpose no less
B. He misunderstood that still small voice in his head
C. He does hear voices in his head and they tell him to do bad things
D. Or he's just plain rabbit ass crazy
Now then you may ask me, "MoonRabbit why do you say he's pompous?"
Because you idiot, if he wasn't a pompous fool, he wouldn't be thinking that he was invulnerable to a snake bite!
Now then you may also ask me, "MoonRabbit, why do you say he must have been dropped on his head at birth?"
Because, you idiot, he definitely has brain damage because he has allowed himself to be led along by the nose under the tutelage of who the hell ever to get him to this point in his otherwise miserable existence.
Look, I dated a girl from Compton, California when I was in the service of the United States Marine Corps, that dating lasted all of five days, she invited me to church with her, I went along, because the only thing I REALLY WAS interested in was trying to get into her pants and any other place I could insert my organ, hell, I was 18 THEN so I was one overlarge hormone walking around in a man suit, you get the picture? Long story short, we walked through those 'church' doors and I'm telling you, there was an immediate palpable change in her. She got this glittery eyed look and this strange smile began to spread across her lovely features, we sat in a pew and we talked very quietly when I posed the query to her and inquired as to what was under the sheet up there on that table. She turned that beautifully serene smile on me and I... got... scared!
Snakes was her answer. I wanted to bolt, but held my ground like any good Marine, but...I had this vision inside of my head of them being loosed and allowed to roam freely in the building and I was already calculating the odds of how many steps it would take to the door or a window. The service began and I sort of relaxed because it was fairly informal and low key, but the next thing I knew, the sheet covering that container was snatched off and I was looking into an aquarium that held copperheads and rattlers. The preacher reached his hand in and got one, Hmmm. NOT bad for a pasty faced, pimpled, soft handed guy I was thinking!, Then he started waving it around... like it was a flag! I know for a fact that rattlesnakes do NOT grow up and have the goal of being waved around...no sir, all they want to do is eat rats and make little rattlers, and stay the hell away from folks that take the silly cockeyed notion inside of their heads that they WANT to be waved around like flags.
My best recollection of that event is that after the sky pilot grabbed one then the whole damn bunch of them ran up and snatched a snake outta that aquarium, even that sweet faced, serene little lady that I had accompanied. The dumb bitch brought ME a SNAKE, she had one in each hand! I really, really tried to politely refuse, but she was so far gone in her religious fervor that she ignored my polite refusals, so... I clocked her...right between the eyes! How I made it to the parking lot, I really don't remember, but you can damn sure believe that I was searchng the ground around me for any escapees!
So, to Colonel Bob Milligan of the Kentucky Wildlife Resources I can only say "Way to go Bob!"
Oh yeah, one more thing, Hey Bob, you skin a copperhead, a rattler or a cobra, they make fine belts, but...you probably already KNOW THAY!
Gentle Reader, venomous snakes are NOT pets, all warm and fuzzy, you try to pet one, I can give you a money back guarantee you'll draw back a snake bit hand and you're well on you're way to DYING!
"Nuff said there!

Too this, Too that, Too the other thing

2008-07-11T02:06:00.000-07:00

Dateline: Somewhere in East Tennessee:
Yesterday it came a toad strangler of rain and I was running late for an appointment with a potential publisher, so I took a shortcut across the backside of the mountain, I hung a hard left, hit the main road and I was gone like a shot. About a quarter way down the mountain it got damn near impossible to see the road and I considered pulling off and letting the rain slack up, but like I said I was running behind so I kept on motoring.

There, right there on the side of the road was this guy rolling a tire along, as much as you can roll a flat tire, but the toad strangler rain was shaping up to get somewhat nastier, so I pulled off the road and offered him a ride. You could tell dude was thankful, he slung the tire in my trunk when I popped it open and he climbed in the passengers seat looking for all the world like a drowned gerbil.

I asked him how long he had been out there, 'Oh, about forty five minutes." he told me and I was like 'Damn!"
"Dude how manycars passed you?" I asked, he laughed a little and said "Maybe fifty or sixty"
All I could do was shake my pointy little head. He looked at me and said "What?" Itold him I was just thinking about something and I was.

I was thinkng about how callous people have become...I mean, there this guy is, rolling a tire along the side of the road, risking his neck and in a crappy rain storm to boot, just to get his tire
fixed and back on his car and do you think anyone would stop to help him. NO!

Long story short, I took the guy down to Maude's, we got coffee and got his tire fixed and then I took him BACK UP the mountain to where his car was, by then the rain storm had slacked off to a drizzle and it didn't take him long to get the tire back on and rolling again. In the interim I called the potential publisher and explained what I was doing and he wanted to get all girly bitchy nasty with me, so I told him he could get on his knees and explained what part of my anatomy he could minister to and hung up on the bitchy little fuck.

NO,NO,NO, DO NOT under any circumstances tell me I'm a nice guy, I might be, but that is a subject discussed much later.

WHY didn't anyone else help? Were they Too busy? Too scared to pick someone up? Too Good to get their upholstery wet, or just maybe too fucking self involved Hmmmm?

Our natural compassion for others has gone the way of the honest politician, ooopppssss, I meant dinosaur, there has never been an honest politician. Sorry!

Anyway...Think about THIS, the next time, it might be YOU that is out there, stranded and alone and yer damn cell phone don't work in that area and YOU are going to be the one that needs help...WHAT goes around COMES around, remember that the VERY next time you see someone in deep shit and you just pass on by.

Yeah, yeah, I blew a sweet deal with that potential publisher, I knew it, but I would rather blow a sweet deal than have to look myself in the mirror and know that I hung somebody else up just to feed my paranoia, my ego or my callousness.

I'm NOT done YET! This is just the first installment on comments on the human condition...

Musings and Meanderings Part 2

2008-07-10T02:54:00.000-07:00

So, after having my footmen and chambermaids clear away the mess left behind from feasting on Jeremiah B. Frogg. I sat back, closed my eyes and this is what came to mind:

Everyday of every week of every month of every year we pick up the newspaper and read about SOMEBODY being killed, raped, tortured,robbed,abused etc etc etc. The ones that perform these heinous acts are not especially the dregs of humanity as we picture them in our tiny little minds...NO SIR!

The horrors we as a race perpetrate on our fellow human beings are performed by those that any normal human being would think would not do such nastiness.

My question is WHY?

Have we become so weak minded and so miserable that we inflcit God only knows what kind of sickness and warped actions upon our fellow human beings, our own wives,husbands,sons daughters?

Think about it! It's gut wrenching and it's heartbreaking, there is no NEED for this insanity!

A sick, twisted, bent double, demented desire maybe, but not a NEED!

Where does it all end? Your guess is as good as mine, probably in our self inflicted total implosion, and maybe that's good. At the very least we'll have pushed the big red button to end all of this insanity ourselves. But just maybe there is some sort of much welcomed divine intervention on it's way. Either way, all of...of...of this insanity has to stop or we'll never get back to where we are supposed to be...

Hey! can anybody out there point the way to the Garden of Eden?

Musings and Meanderings Part 1

2008-07-10T02:26:00.000-07:00

As I sat upon my well padded throne surveying my vast empire the thought occurred to me that we as a species are not as civilized as we make out to be or try to decieve others into believeing we are.

So, for slaps and giggles I consulted my friend Jeremiah B. Frogg on the subject. Yep, Froggy came a courtin' and was promptly gigged, skinned, dissected and we ate his legs. See what I mean? We only have a VENEER of civilization.

We, the human race, are the ONLY species on this entire planet that sits around and thinks up 'more efficient' ways to kill our fellow human beings. What? you don't believe me? Jeez!

Please allow me to illustrate a very simple and succinct point: At one time all we had were rocks to fight with, then we progressed to pointy sticks and after that is was all downhill to laser guided bombs, and missiles, nuclear warheads, poison gasses, nerve gasses, defoliation chemicals, Sarin,etc and the blood chilling, bone shattering list goes on and on and on and on and...and...and.

I am not a religious man, but I'm pretty sure that God the Creator did NOT indeed put us here for us to screw up so badly. I mean, I'm really hard pressed to remember the last time I watched a giraffe create a weapon of mass destruction.

A ludicrous statement I know, but that just highlights the situation we have created for ourselves, and the very worst part of it are these:

A. Most of the mass destruction is done in the name of God and/or Allah! All that is, is a weak kneed, spineless, cowardly way of saying that "Hi there, I'm your local psychotic and I want to kill you because of your race, religion,____________________(fill in the blank space)

B. We as a species are killing our own planet, our own enviroment, OUR HOME with all of this insanity, and residue left over from our murderous sprees performed in the name of idealism and altruism.

C. As a whole species we have forgotten compassion,kindness,mercy and all the good things that we are supposed to be.

My heart cries at this sad state of affairs and condition the human race has come to.

Scam Exposed

2008-07-09T15:12:00.000-07:00

I have really been angry since I nearly fell victim to a scammer because I let my guard down.
Allow me to elaborate gentle reader.
Several weeks hence I recieved a letter and blank information card to fill out and send back to

CAMBRIDGE WHO'S WHO

and I did and promptly forgot about it. Yesterday I recieved a telephone call from Cambridge Who's Who for a purported 'telephone' interview to ascertain my fitness to be included in Cambridge Who's Who, my heart soared, my brain bubbled and I was delighted beyond verbal or written description when I was informed that I WOULD be included in CWW.

THEN

Came the pitch, I was informed about all of these fabulous services and certificates and more that I would recieve from CWW...IF I sent them $719.00. Red Flags went up immediately, and I made all of the appropriate noises about how I didn't use credit cards etc etc etc but would send CWW a check in (7)seven days. My heart landed, quite hard I might add and the bubbling in my brain remained, but it was due to rage...

IMMEDIATELY

I went online to ripoffreport.com and discovered this scam had been going on for quite a while now. There were other contacts I made, all of whom will remain confidential and I also discovered there is a list so far of eight hundred and fifty others that have been duped by CWW.

THIS MORNING

I contacted the Postmaster Generals Office in Atlanta. Ga and they divulged information that the so called Cambridge Who's Who is under Investigation by the PG's Office for mail fraud.

FRIENDS, BE WARNED

If you recieve any communication from these less than illustrious individuals, toss it, it's a scam from the word go!

WHY AM I IN A RAGE?

Plain out simple, For years I have been struggling to make legitimate name for myself as a freelance writer, been sweating bullets and typing my grubby little fingers to the bone and along Cambridge and their dubious acceptance of me made me think that AHA! I've made it, finally!Now I'll have some sort of recognition and enhanced networking possibilities, almost anyway.

Cambridge Who's Who people play on that desire to rise to the top like the cream of the crop that we freelance writers AND other crafts and skills and professions want to.

WRONG!

They are vultures, vampires, scammers and liars, and any convenient excuse they can render or put together is just that... a friggin' excuse!

SOUR GRAPES?

NO! just outrage, plain and simple...

Moon Rabbit Here!

2008-07-09T09:56:00.000-07:00

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