Sheehan drama

Cindy Sheehan is the mother protesting the death of her son by standing outside of the White Ranch, with the unrealistic demand to speak to the President. I can certainly sympathize with her loss, but just like Terry Schiavo's parents, she needs to move on. Her son was an adult, and he knew what he was doing. He had even re-enlisted, and as a re-enlistee myself, I can definitly say that I knew what I was getting into the second time around.

My point is, her son was an Adult, and he made adult decisions that lead to his death in a warzone created by Presidential bungling and/or deception. Mrs. Sheehan has every right to blame Mr. Bush for the situation in Iraq that was created after our meddling, but do not pull the innocent son crap. We are Soldiers, Sailers, Marines and Airmen. We are a professional all volunteer force that deserves respect, not just for our sacrifices, but for our decision to serve. There are plenty of ways to get out of the Army, and if Casey Sheehan had wanted to get out, he probably could have.

Perhaps Mrs. Sheehan is being exploited by the left, but it's not any different than Terry Schiavo was by the right. As far as I'm concerned, it is the same story, parent(s) upset by the loss of a child, unwilling to let them go. I really think that Mrs. Sheehan should follow the Presidents example and "get on with [her] life."

Did I just agree with the President? It must be the Nyquil talking. Just as two wrongs dont make a right, a right and a left dont make fair and balanced. We need more moderate coverage of situations in the blogosphere, not just on CNN.

"this is the big one...I'm comin' to join ya, honey".

I was driving the swede-mobile back from the Courthouse, when I noticed that half of the idiot lights on the dash were lit up, including the service light. I also noticed that I wasn't getting any cool air from the A/C, and the battery meter was dropping. I figured something was wrong with the alternator and proceded back to base. After lunch, the problem was still persisting, and since it was hotter, I figured we better check it out. Apparently the Alternator belt had lost half its teeth, and had come off. Along with my friend Gabe, we were able to make it to Napa auto just in time before the car died from a lack of spark. I then proceded to replace the A/C and Alternator belts in 110 degree heat index weather. I think I must have sweated a good quart of water.

I'm just now starting to recover from the heat shock, but it's all good now. I feel like a real burly man now that I've brought a car back to life in a parking lot, with nothing but a box of tissues, a spring from my ball point pen, and some chewing gum. Look out MacGuyver.

Back from the hills

It's been a while since I've last posted. I recently purchased a 1987 volvo 740 Turbo, to use for getting to work, and I thought we would take it on a road trip, to keep the miles off of the Altima. The problem is, the 740 doesn't have Cruise Control, and it rattles and buzzes like it's about to fall apart. We drove up to Arnold AFB in Tullahoma, TN to visit Brandi's sister. We had plans to go out on the lake on Saturday, but it was overcast, so we went to the Jack Daniels distillery tour instead. It was quite interesting, and after seeing the giant charcoal filters they use for the Lincoln County Process, I know that the Brita filtering I use to improve the taste of cheap vodka is not unproven.

We got back fine, although we realized that gas had climed 10 cents in price since we left, friday evening.