I HAVE RETURNED!
You look tan, fit and ready.
You bet! I feel much better too. Twenty-eleven hundred margaritas will do that to ya.
Makes me wanna join the red navy!!! From the boys at “Liberty” Glad you’re back. Missed the eyecandy. It’s a little bit of heaven in this HE11Hole!!
Posted by Martin Stras
03/24/2007 at 01:07 PM
Welcome back Skipper.
Hang in there, Martin. I see the jackasses in Congress just passed legislation to have everyone out by September of 2008. That ought to convince the Jihadis to settle down, won’t it?
Just fer you guys I’ll have a Weekend Eye Candy feature tomorrow to make up for the shortage while I was out drowning in rum.
Hey Lisa! Honk if you still love me!
I need a new avatar. Hmmmmmm ....
Yeah, I like that one. It looks mean and nasty - “take no prisoners” kind of glare in the eyes.
Unbreakable Union of freeborn Republics,
Great Russia has welded forever to stand.
Created in struggle by will of the people,
United and mighty, our Soviet land!
CHORUS:
Sing to the Motherland, home of the free,
Bulwark of peoples in brotherhood strong.
O Party of Lenin, the strength of the people,
To Communism’s triumph lead us on!Well, I’ll sing to the women of the Rodina, at any rate! Budem zdorovy, Skip!
Thank God for Skipper.
And the USA
where is the fucking big US flag? as i want to post it.
for the guys in Bazra
we aint going home yet FUCKERS.
honk honk!
Glad to hear you made it back safely Skipper. My how time flies, it seems like you just left.
Welcome back, to the US of A.
Here’s a “big” flag shot I got in Cadiz, KY last week.
Good to see a flag, not burning, for a change…That flag has seen a little wear. If you don’t under stand, listen to a little Johnny Cash before you dress me down.
Yep. I know of it…
God bless you all - and may God bless America.
We’ll see our way through this mess one way or another.
Lisa: Honk! Honk! - to you too.
Ragged Old Flag
I walked through a county courthouse square,
On a park bench an old man was sitting there.
I said, “Your old courthouse is kinda run down.”
He said, “Naw, it’ll do for our little town.”
I said, “Your old flagpole has leaned a little bit,
And that’s a Ragged Old Flag you got hanging on it.”He said, “Have a seat,” and I sat down.
“Is this the first time you’ve been to our little town?”
I said, “I think it is.” He said, “I don’t like to brag,
But we’re kinda proud of that Ragged Old Flag.“You see, we got a little hole in that flag there when
Washington took it across the Delaware.
And it got powder-burned the night Francis Scott Key
Sat watching it writing Say Can You See.
And it got a bad rip in New Orleans
With Packingham and Jackson tuggin’ at its seems.“And it almost fell at the Alamo
Beside the Texas flag, but she waved on though.
She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville
And she got cut again at Shiloh Hill.
There was Robert E. Lee, Beauregard, and Bragg,
And the south wind blew hard on that Ragged Old Flag.“On Flanders Field in World War I
She got a big hole from a Bertha gun.
She turned blood red in World War II.
She hung limp and low by the time it was through.
She was in Korea and Vietnam.
She went where she was sent by her Uncle Sam.“She waved from our ships upon the briny foam,
And now they’ve about quit waving her back here at home.
In her own good land here she’s been abused --
She’s been burned, dishonored, denied, and refused.“And the government for which she stands
Is scandalized throughout the land.
And she’s getting threadbare and wearing thin,
But she’s in good shape for the shape she’s in.
‘Cause she’s been through the fire before
And I believe she can take a whole lot more.“So we raise her up every morning, take her
down every night.
We don’t let her touch the ground and we fold
her up right.
On second thought, I do like to brag,
‘Cause I’m mighty proud of the Ragged Old Flag.”Song Of The Patriot
I’m a flag waving, patriotic nephew of my Uncle Sam
A rough riding fighting Yankee man
I love mom and apple pie,
And the freedoms that we all enjoy across this beautiful landI work hard and I fight hard for the old Red, White, and Blue
And I’ll die a whole lot harder if it comes to where I have to
I’m a flag waving, patriotic nephew of my Uncle Sam
A rough riding fighting Yankee manAnd when I see old Glory waving
I think of all the brave men who have fought and died for what is right and wrong
And when I see old Glory burnin, my blood begins to churnin
And I could do some fightin’ of my ownI don’t believe in violence, I’m a God fearing man
Bul I’ll stand up for my country just as long as I can stand
Cause I’m a flag waving, patriotic nephew of my Uncle Sam
A rough riding fighting Yankee manI’m a flag waving, patriotic nephew of my Uncle Sam
A rough riding fighting Yankee man
And I enjoy the liberty of being what I want to be and achieve any goals that I canI was taught to turn the other cheek, but daddy used to say
Walk soft and pack a big stick, but never walk away
I’m a flag waving, patriotic nephew of my Uncle Sam
A rough riding fighting Yankee manAnd When I see old Glory waving
I think of all the brave men who have fought and died for what is right and wrong
And when I see old Glory burnin, my blood begins to churnin
And I could do some fightin’ of my ownCause I love all my brothers and were proud of our group
We’ve got the greenest country here on God’s green earth
I’m a flag waving, patriotic nephew of my Uncle Sam
A rough riding fighting Yankee man
Pardon the indulgence. Feeling a bit low remembering my ol’ Dad who passed in January, 2005, Naval Academt grad, Air Force officer, instructor pilot (code name Shasta), war plans officer, specialist in Soviet ballistic missle systems, Soviet technology transfer, spook, defender of liberty, patriot who loved the flag and knew right from wrong - a rareish thing these days…
Welcome Back Skipper!
03/24/2007 at 02:01 PM
