ok HERE IS THE DEAL: 700 yards out... good light..no scope.. M40 or M401a or 1903 springfield which do you choose and why?

It lives, inside, waiting,like a poison, that I drink, hopeing you die heat, fire, consumes me, I keep bottled up, waiting to see, if I loose the dogs once again, No I cry, not today. I breathe, calm flows, heat dies, I cry.. relief... peace...comes

I did not know her at all... I wondered at the things she posted I looked forward to seeing her next post Love her, like her, hate her dislike her she was contaversial to the max. I miss her stuff. her biteing comments her totally unashamed stance on who she is, her ability to cut thru the booldookey comeback whip........... I wish I could have gotten to know her.

Where are the cries of outrage about our own prison system? I see great wailing and gnashing of teeth about American treatment of Iraqi prisoners, Yet not a word about our own prison system and the inhumane treatment of the humans stockpiled there. Is it because it’s not faddy enough yet? Is it because somehow the blame for the abhorrent Treatment meted out there cannot be blamed on Bush or his administration? There are many more “horror” stories about how we treat our own peoples ...

Do you wish you were Immortal? I have always had a desire to be immortal, like the highlander, without having to play the game. Frell that “there can be only one crap” Imagine all you could see and experience? To be 5000 years old today, what a dream or nightmare. To have seen the birth of Christ, the rise and fall of the Roman Empire, to talked with Socrates and other great thinkers. Anyone else ever had this thought? This could be a fun non-partisan discussion…. Maybe...

As I sit quietly this morning, letting my treasured wife sleep, I find that in order to be awake quietly I have to occupy my mind. So while waiting I decided to play some pinball, that comes installed with microsoft with the sound off. I hit a couple big games for me , 30 million plus. When I got bored with pinball I played some hearts. { I am real good at getting zero games} The new games are beyond my skill to play, why heck I do not even understand most of them. So when you...

Such strength in such a small body….. Such wisdom. Kindness.. Female lion she is…hunting to feed.. Old lion She will not leave. She fills my heart… Makes me a better man. Her courage is boundless.. She silences the storm with a glance.. She lends her strength to me in… Times of need. She is what epitomizes WOMAN. How blessed I am to be … With her at my side in all things I love you my sweet colleen Always and after, If after death, you need me.. I will arise...

After not being able to whack off the growth in my yard due to being to ill to do so, I spent most of today whacking off the excess growth and evening out the shrubery. Sure does'nt take long for me to run out of energy these days. Maybe I will have to hire someone to do landscaping, and keep all the growth cut back so my yard is once again beautifull.

Ok conservation freaks and fellow tree huggers We gotta do something about these idiots that keep sending heavy catalogs to your home long after you said enuff. Order one thing online from a catalog and BOOM your name get sold to 1986564398997645 different places and soon comes a flood of paper catalogs. How much time , energy and precious trees are wasted doing this ? The mrs and I get about 25 catalogs a week and it's such a huge waste of our resources. There must be a way to s...

Mightily these two warriors fought, long into the day, which turned to night. Many wounds inflicted, blood flowed freely, each striving to defeat the other. Each man fighting for their own purpose and cause. Tired they grew, these heroic men of courage and valor. In the course of battle they saw the eyes of each other looking back at them. They saw many things, each respected the courage of the other, neither would give any quarter. Soon they realized that the other was a ma...

Scalding, burning, eating you alive… From inside… it claws its way to life.. Bile raises, the taste of death… Heat and flame… Consumed by your own creation.. It lives in us all… Love blooms…. Hatred dies.. another battle won

Spending time up In Idaho in the backwoods, I wondered what to do with the amount of game meat I had, so I asked an oldtimer what to do, kindly he took the time out to explain how to turn meat into jerky. It takes low, low heat, just enough to ignite the wood to smoke with no flame, and time lots of time , up to 12 hours if you want your meat properly smoked and jerked. If anyone is intrested I will write to them with proper directions on how to smoke meat or fish.

It seems that my blogging has had a couple unwanted side effects, One my stress level is sky high, and that adversly affects my liver. The other is I am starting to think "moderateman" is me. Well that is patently nuts, so I am taking a few days off to lower stress level and let "moderateman" take a time out, for my own sanity. I will be around commenting but not posting for a bit, be well and have fun here in joeuser land, and try to remember to not take yourselves so damn seriously. ...

Sitting on the side of his bed, counting the minutes. Five hours, eleven minutes left. He sits smoking a cigarette, wearing only his underwear; there is no place to go. Twelve years five months and nine days he has been waiting. He remembers the last time he was free, now it’s just a distant memory. He runs his hand over his face, wiping away the sweat. His meal arrives; he eats slowly savoring every bite. Soon he will leave this place to be strapped in tightly. Twelve...

Bars…. Invisible. Erected by me. Prisoner and warden. I be Trapped.. rotting body.. Heart forever young Free me…pleading.