Curahee!!!

Guys, I don't know about you, but World War II history is the best. Am I right? We're all on board together that there's no finer way to spend a Friday night then reading Antony Beevor's "The Fall of Berlin"? Good.




So, if you've read a lot of World War II history, you'll hear about how this unit was the best, or this division, or this sniper. Everyone wants to be the #1 WWII person/group! Calm down, everyone was a winner. I think that we can safely say, as regards who was coolest, that the airborne was the coolest. Those guys are just super fucking cool. They jumped out of planes straight in to some combat. They didn't even wait. This is the entire instruction manual for new recruits at Camp Clairborne:

1. Jump out of a mother fucking plane
2. Pull that rip cord, idiot.
3. Land.
4. Kill everybody

That's it. That's the only training they got. Insane. I can think of nothing in this world more terrifying than jumping out of a plane at one in the morning only to drop straight down directly into combat. That is some seriously scary shit. All of the accounts I've read talk about how once you jump it's less scary, because the fear is really all in not knowing what's going to happen, as opposed to being afraid of what is happening. But I know me, and if someone gave me a gun and asked me to jump out of a plane to be shot at, I would say "no thank you". I don't want my trousers covered in wee wee.

But my friend Rachel didn't give me a gun and ask me to do all of that. All she asked is if I would jump out of a plane for her birthday, and I stupidly said yes. The way I figure it, if all of these men before me could jump out of plane and into combat, and do it for their country, then it wouldn't say much good about me if I couldn't jump out of a plane onto the (relatively) safe fields of New Jersey.

So... I'm going to go jump out of a plane.

Goodbye, Cruel Fake-World

Hey Kids,

Remember this shit? This was a blog I had. Some people probably still get emails everytime I write in it, which in the last year was about once, and in the last three years maybe two more times.

Well guess what? I quit playing video games for the entire month of April. No more senseless violence. No more moral rudderlessness. Yup, all of the wonderful e-debauchery must stop, at least for now, so that I can focus on work and projects. And with that focus I though, what better way to hone some of my energies than with my good, dear old friend, Toilet Time for Tiny Town.

So expect to see some new posts coming up. Maybe a hilarious movie review that will continue for years to create random vitriol on the part of internet readers around the world, or a terribly conceived political "humor" piece from a man thoroughly unqualified to write one. WHO KNOWS? Certainly not this guy (points thumbs back at self)... I can barely read.

John