I Am At a Loss Right Now

I don't know what to say about these, these... I don't know what to even call them.

Alan

has the scoop on these shits for brains, saying that our brave men and women who got wounded and are recovering at Walter Reed are getting maimed and killed for Halliburton.

Frankly, I want to grab my M-16A2 and tell them exactly what I think about every single one of them. Not to kill them, mind you, just make them run for their lives.

Something personal

I have a friend who is on his way to Kuwait as we speak. His name is Senior Airman (soon to be Staff Segeant)Brian Struc. He is in the Illinois Air National Guard, testing airplane parts to ensure their safety and that none of the pilots crash.

His orders say that he is going to be there for sixty days, which means that he will be coming home (hopefully) in October, sometime around my birthday (my birthday is the twelfth, so that would be the best birthday present I could get, I think.).

In the meantime, all I am asking of all of you is that you keep Brian in his prayers, if you are the type to do so. Heaven knows I am. I just want him to get there safe, get done what he needs to get done, and then get home safe.

That is all. I will get to posting something of substance when I have the time and in the mood to do so.

A little bit about me

I got this from Tex at

Whacking Day

. If you want to copy it from here, feel free.

Name: Jennifer Leah Clark

Nickname: Jen

Astrological sign: Libra

Age: 20, but will be 21 in two months, one week, and five days, but who's counting?

Height: 5'4"

Level of Education: Some college

Occupation: College student/package handler/citizen-soldier

Birthplace: Oak Park, Illinois

Marital status: Singlwe

How many children: zero

Do you drink (alcohol): Not yet

Do you smoke: never

Favorite outdoor activities: Swimming, plaing with my pastor's kids, playing any sport, and generally just doing anything.

Favorite indoor activities: Movies, web-surfing, TV, blogging

Favorite colors: Cubbie Blue

Favorite type of music: Classic rock/oldies,Eighties, Adult Alternative, contemporary,very little country and hip hop
Favorite musical groups/performers: Too many to name, but my top three are Bruce Springsteen, U2, and the Beatles

Favorite soundtracks: High Fidelity

Favorite song at the moment: "Cold Hard..."-Jet

What's in your home CD/Casette player right now: John Mayer Heavier Things

Do you play an instrument: Yes, guitar

One pillow or two: Two

Croutons or bacon bits: Bacon bits

Favorite salad dressing: Bleu Cheese

Have you ever had your appendix or tonsils removed: Nope

Have you ever gone skinny-dipping: No.

Do you make fun of people: Only if they deserve it.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up: Fire fighter, athlete, journalist .

What would be your dream job now: Detective.

Have you ever been convicted of a crime: No.

Places you'd most like to visit: Australia, Ireland, England, Germany, Texas

Your first car: 1993 Saturn SL-1

Dream car: Mini Cooper

Toothpaste: Crest Whitening Expressions Cinnamon.

Shampoo/Conditioner: Tresumme

Favorite season: Summer

Favorite holiday: Christmas

Favorite board/card game: Trivial Pursuit, chess, monopoly, Sorry

Favorite hobbies: Blogging, playing music, being a wannabe technogeek

Favorite sport to play: Basketball, baseball, football (American),hockey, soccer, anything, basically

Favorite sport to watch: Baseball, football(American)

Least favorite sport to watch: Golf.

Most humiliating moment: I'll pass on this one.

Do you have any siblings: One- a younger sister Roberta, who is almost eighteen (Christmas Day) and drives me insane.

Do you get along with your parents: Yep.

Favorite place to chill: At home.

Favorite place to visit: West Point, Nebraska.

What is your bad time of day: Trying to wake up.

What is your good time of day: lunch

Favorite perfume or cologne: Healing Garden Green Tea eau de parfume

Favorite scent of candle: dunno

Favorite flower/plant: Don't. Like. Flowers.

Favorite subject in school: A tie between English and history.

Least favorite subject in school: Math.

Favorite authors: Sean Hannity, Ann Coulter, Joe Scarborough

Favorite book genre: Politics

Favorite book: Welcome To the Ivory Towers of Babel by Mike S. Adams

Current book I'm reading: None

Favorite magazine: Used to be Rolling Stone, until they turned moonbat

Favorite movie you have seen recently: Bad News Bears

Favorite movie of all time: Ferris Bueller's Day Off

Other favorite movies: Too many to list

Favorite actors/actresses: None

Favorite TV program: Law and Order: Special Victims Unit

Favorite cartoon character: Tasmanian Devil and Daffy Duck

Favorite food: Italian

Chocolate or Vanilla: Vanilla

Favorite ice cream: Anything with mints or strawberries

Favorite alcoholic Drink: Anything that doesn't burn your throat.

What is your bedtime: I try to get to bed before midnight, but it's definitely ten before drill

How many rings before you answer the phone: Depends how far away it is, doesn't it?

The first thing you think of in the morning: Coffee.

Favorite thing to do when you're home alone: TV, surf web, eat, drink.

Do you get motion sickness: No.

Thunderstorms - Cool or Scary: Very Cool

Pen or Pencil: Pencil

Do you like to drive: Sure.

Do you sleep with stuffed animals:Yes. A tie-dyed, camoflague-and-Converse-wearing Build-a-Bear named Maggie, a gift from my friend Barb.

Did you have imaginary friends or a blanket as a child: Yes. I had two imaginary friends named Bob and Jim.

What is on the walls of your room: Paint.

What words or phrases do you overuse: fuck

How would you characterize your political leanings: Reagan Republican.

If you could pick one super-human power, what would you choose: ESP

Happy Birthday Dad!

Today is my dad's birthday. He is turning 62 today.

Let me tell you a little bit about my dad. William Boyd Clark (or Bill, as most people know him) was born in 1943 on the West Side of Chicago, the fifth of nine children, and the last to marry, oddly enough. He was almost eleven months old on D-Day, and two years old the last time the Cubs won the pennant. His mom, Clara, was a second generation German-American (her parents, Herman and Augusta Schliebe, came over at the turn of the 20th century and settled in South Dakota). His dad, Hillery, was of Irish and English heritage.

He got drafted into the Army in 1965, and served as a parts specialist until 1967 (yes, he spent some time in Vietnam). After he got out, he got a job at Howell Tractor, and has worked their ever since, with the exception of a brief time off in Oregon between 1989 and 1991 (I'll explain that to you another time).

He married my mom, Patricia, on October 17, 1981. He was 38, and my mom was almost 24 (her birthday was nine days later). He had to have an operation in order for me and my little sister, Roberta, to be here. He had it, and was an overjoyed father when I was born on October 12, 1984, and my sister Christmas Day of 1987.

He is really old-fashioned, which drives me crazy at times. He also is the one who nearly hit the roof when I told him I was going to enlist, but was also the first one to greet me with a coat when I came home for good after finishing my training. He was also the one who, when I returned home late, spent most of the night searching for me, and then going to the police station to see if I had gotten into a crash and wasn't able to call them.

I found out an alarming statistic the other day. Less than half of all kids today live in a household where the father is present. In a lot of ways, I am lucky to have him.

Above is a picture of me with him that was taken sometime during the summer of 1985. Nothing big, just a picture of a daddy and his little girl on a summer day.

So, again, happy birthday Dad. I love you.

This Makes Me So Mad

This just angers me so much. A San Francisco police officer lies in a hospital bed in serious condition with brain swelling and a blood clot because of some anarchist thugs. I got the scoop from

Michelle Malkin

I hope that his condition is improving, and that if he dies as a result of his injuries (God forbid), these imbeciles get charged with second-degree murder.

I just have to post about this

If you haven't heard already, there have been not one, not two, not three, but

four

bombings in London. The final numbers are 40 dead, and 360 are wounded.

Boy, I tell you, I am just shaken up about this. I had just woken up when I heard about this, and am not on right after I wake up (in fact, I am a weary-looking mess right before I have my coffee), so I was more like "Huh?" right after I turned on the T.V., but after I got some caffeine into my system, I was in shock, and then angry with some jackass on Michael Medved, saying that we were asking for it, calling us "Little Britain", and saying that despite being born and brought up here, that he was not a United States citizen. It's people like this who tick me off, and the reason I went into the Army in the first place- to fight and kill people like this.

Late 4th of July Post

"America"

My country 'tis of thee
Sweet land of liberty
Of thee I sing
Land where my fathers died
Land of the pilgrims' pride
From every mountainside
Let freedom ring!

Hope everybody had a great Fourth of July and didn't get too drunk or lose too many body parts from the fireworks.

Trying to get caught up

Well, hello there.

Sorry I have been so negligent in blogging, but I have had a few things to do, speeches to get ready, and working and working out to do. Yes, I am going to school in the summer, I have to if I want to get my degree some time this century.

Anyway, to get you caught up...

Edloe, the giant grumpus who Laurence Simon adored,

passed away

Tuesday at the age of thirteen. She is greatly missed by the Simons and those in the blogopshere who had the opprotunity to get to know her through the blog.

Sandra Day O'Connor, the first woman to ever be appointed to the United States Supreme Court,

retired

yesterday. She served for over twenty years.

Shasta Groene, one of the children from Idaho who was abducted about six weeks ago,

was found alive and well

at a local Denny's restaurant today. They fear that her brother, Dylan, may be dead.

Wednesday was a horrible day, as far as both work and school were concerned. My political science professor went on this long "Bush-dictator-oil-Haliburton" (as I like to think of them) the flames of which were fanned by the students, then at work I was in this stupid load that I swear wanted me dead (there were a lot of unstable walls of packages).

Well, anyway, I have to get a few things done, so I shall try to post another time.

:::Summoning Rush Limbaugh::::

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A couple things to put out

First, Dick Durbin is officially an asshat. He recently referred to our brave men and women in the armed forces as

Nazis

.

Excuse me? I am in the service, and I know I haven't been in Iraq and I have only been in for a year, but I don't remember herding any so-called "undesirables" (Jews, Poles, Russians, Gypsies, intellectuals, dissidents, handicapped persons, and homosexuals) to places like Auschwitz, Bergen-Belsen, Treblinka, or Dacau. This guy is supposed to be representing my state. All he seems to be doing is making a complete ass of himself.

This man is one of the reasons that I want to get out of the People's Republic of Ill-Annoy. As my friend Barb (a.k.a annoyinglittletwerp)put it, a bottle cap can be put on the ballot and win if it says "Democrat" by their name (or some words to that effect).

Second, I'm looking into doing the

Blogathon

I will have the day off from work and I don't have drill that weekend, so I son't think it will be a problem. I will probably just be looking for stuff and bloga bout that and have the proceeds benefit my church, the Lutheran Church of the Redeemer.

Two things

I have two things to get out here...

First, Wacko Jacko was cleared of all ten charges levied against him. I was hoping he would at least been convicted on at least one count of giving minors alcohol (he ADMITTED to giving them "Jesus juice" for crying out loud!!), but I guess you could now call him the "Teflon Pedophile".

Next, today is Flag Day and the

230th birthday of the United States Army

(can I hear a giant HOOAH out there?) Yes, Old Glory has been flying proudly over the land of the free and the home of the brave and men and women have been given the chance to be all that they could be for 230 years.

Tell me something I don't know

I found out something that I already knew, but just had confirmed to me yesterday:

JOHN KERRY DID TERRIBLE IN SCHOOL!!!

Gee, that picture isn't all that flattering. He looks like he was either taking a crap or drunk.

What Will They Think of Next?

There has to be something in the water in the land Down Under. I got the scoop from

Stanley

over at Barking Moonbat EWS that there are going to be some Koran-destroying toilets popping up over in Sale, Victoria, Australia. Go over there to check it out.

I'm sad and angry

All right, now I'm really depressed. I finished my history final a couple of hours ago. Which means NO MORE FUN ON TUESDAYS AND THURSDAYS!!!!! WAAAAAH!!! I really did have fun in that class. Say what you will about my crush from hell, but I really am a history nut.

Also, I had to go to Fort McCoy over the weekend. I shot a lot of rounds, and did what we call WTT (Warrior Task Training). It was mostly just doing stuff like dealing with the media, treating a casualty suffering from shock, and maintaining an M-16. That stuff was easy.

Now on to some news. I am really ticked about the whole bullshit about

Newsweek

The reason should be sort of obvious. They made up a stupid story about interrogators flushing a copy of the Koran down a toilet in order to break insurgents.

For one thing, that just ain't possible without having to call the plumber and getting a huge bill, as

Frank Salvato

learned in an experiment.Secondly, they made it up without knowing who the source was. I was a one-time aspiring journalist, and I think that is the MOS that I'm going to relcass to (I'll get to that in a minute), and once thing I learned from doing reports and all that is that if you don't where you information about something, you don't inlcude it.

Now on to me reclassifying. That means, in other words, changing your MOS (Military Occupational Specialty- in other words, your job in the Army, in this case). I have to change it because my current one, Administrative Specialist (secretary, in other words) is being phased out, and being changed to a civilian occuapation.

FUN! FUN! FUN!

I'm just recovering from last night. Barb (aka annoyinglittletwerp)and yours truly went to go see U2 live at the United Center last night. It was a blast, just like it was when I went on October 15, 2001, on the last leg of their Elevation Tour. Well, I must say they've done it again with the Vertigo Tour. Even though so much about me has changed between then and now (I'm going to college, I've gone through two lackluster jobs, and I've joined the Army), they still made me feel like I did four years ago, like a giddy seventeen-year-old kid. It's a wonderful feeling, despite being exhausted (I didn't get back home until 1 A.M., and I had class at 8 A.M. the next morning) and my ears and my knee still hurting (from the loud music and standing so long). I'll put up the setlist when I am able to jog my memory a bit more.

Well, in other news, finals is upon us, and I just know I'm going to be depressed after the history final (I had fun, believe it or not, in that class). With the other two, I'm just going to be grateful it's all overwith.

UPDATE: I got the setlist courtesy of

Interference

City of Blinding Lights
Vertigo
Elevation
Cry/ Electric Co.
An Cat Dubh / Into the Heart
Beautiful Day
New Years Day
Miracle Drug
Sometimes You Can¹t Make it On Your Own
Love and Peace
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Bullet The Blue Sky
Running to Standstill
Pride in the Name of love
Where the Streets have No Name
One

Zoo Station
The Fly
Mysterious Ways

All Because of You
Original of the Species
40

Show your true colors

My good friend

Laurence Simon

made is opinion known on Operation Iron Fist, and now I am making mine known.

Unles some of you don't know, I'm in the Army Reserve. There's a certain pride that comes with being in the service. Pride in your unit, pride in your battle buddies, pride in your branch of service (Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines, Coast Guard), and pride in your country. These subhuman pieces of dirt show nothing but shame an cowardice when they have these masks on. Soldiers are supposed to show pride in the above and courage in the face of danger. These guys don't.

A Song for You

How's everybody's day been going? Hope everyone had a good weekend.

Here's one of my favorite songs of the new U2 album, How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

"Miracle Drug"

I want to trip inside your head
Spend the day there
To hear the things you haven’t said
And see what you might see

I want to hear you when you call
Do you feel anything at all
I want to see your thoughts take shape
And walk right out

Freedom has a scent
Like the top of a new born baby’s head

The songs are in your eyes
I see them when you smile
I’ve seen enough, I’m not giving up
On a miracle drug

Of science and the human heart
There is no limit
There is no failure here sweetheart
Just when you quit

I am you and you are mine
Love makes nonsense of space
And time will disappear
Love and logic keep us clear
Reason is on our side, love

The songs are in your eyes
I see them when you smile
I’ve had enough of romantic love
I’d give it up, yeah, I’d give it up
For a miracle drug, a miracle drug
A miracle drug

Oh God, I need your help tonight

Beneath the noise
Below the din
I hear a voice
It’s whispering
In science and in medicine
I was a stranger
You took me in

The songs are in your eyes
I see them when you smile
I’ve had enough of romantic love
I’d give it up, yeah, I’d give it up
For a miracle drug, for a miracle drug

Miracle, miracle drug

Here's what's up...

All right it's been about five years since I posted (not quite, but close), so I am going to update you on what's been going on...

I got a C on that blasted paper on The Shawnee Prophet and got an A n a more recent history test.

I am looking for a new job since my boss seems to think that I'm a 90-pound weakling that is only good for toting smalls and working the rerun belt.

I finally decided on the subject taht I'm going to teach- HISTORY!!!

Terry Shiavo passed away after being starved to death. Her body was cremated and her ashes were buried in Philly.

Pope John Paul II died. His successor is Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger, who's papal name is Pope Benedict XVI.

The Cubs are 8-8, and Nomar Garciaparra is out with a pulled groin muscle. I'll update you on when he'll be back.

The Master Has Sold Out

It looks as though Frank J. is going on hiatus from blogging. He sold the URL to a Korean company, and I guess they gave him a very good deal for it.

Sarah K

has the details.

In other news, Terri Shiavo has passed away, after 13 days of being without food and water. She was 41. Her body is going to be cremated and buried in Philadelphia. However, her "husband" did grant an autopsy to be done. Maybe we will now see how badly he abused her.

Update: APRIL FOOLS!!!! He didn't sell out after all.

It happened

I knew it was going to happen!!!!

Frank J

proposed to Sarah K and she said yes!!!! A date hasn't been set yet, as it just happened two days ago. God bless and good luck to the happy couple.

I hope everyone had a happy Easter. It was kind of weird this year as We didn't get up long before dawn to go to church for sunrise service and have Easter breakfast like we did at Gloria Dei. Oh, did I mention that while I was gone, Gloria Dei imploded? Yeah, while i was in basic training, there was a falling out among a lot of the members involving my friend Victoria's wedding due to the fact that it was perfomed at a different church by a different pastor (big no-no) and that Victoria told our pastor that she would go wherever her husband did (another big no-no). I didn't find out all the details, however, until my aprents came down to South Carolina for my graduation. As a result of all this, my parents were among the many who made the exodus from Gloria Dei to the Lutheran Church of the Redeemer (a small congregation that my parents and I belonged to at one time and that my pastor, who resigned from Gloria Dei, is a vaccancy pastor at). We had church at ten and that was it pretty much. Really weird.