Budgets, Deficits, and Lies, Oh My!!

For those of us with short term memories, this is what our wise President said shortly after taking office, regarding budget deficits, i.e. spending more money than you are bringing in.

For those who may be too broke to pay attention at this point in the game, when Obama took office the current budget contained a 455 billion dollar deficit. Since then, President Obama has not only failed to do what he promised (cut the deficit in half) but has gone aggressively in the opposite direction. In 2009 our nations budget had a 1.41 trillion dollar deficit, and in 2010, as you may know he and his fellow libs could not even pass a new budget, so our government operated on a frugal 1.29 trillion dollar deficit. This years budget will again outspend our nations income by 1.65 trillion dollars.

What has this created? Well at the end of 2008 our national debt outstanding was about 10 trillion dollars. Since then our debt found a new gear and has rocketed up to 14.2 trillion in only two years!!

Really?? Seriously?? Yet this President still has the gall to appear on television and with a straight face, lecture us on fiscal responsibility!! What would happen if any of us spent twice as much each year as we made? Yes, I can almost hear your laughter. We know what would happen. The interest we, as a nation pay on this debt is more money than most of us will see in a lifetime, and the government throws it around like monopoly money. Come to think of it, not even monopoly allows a person to go this far into debt without being removed from the game.

The Presidents new solution, according to his speech yesterday, is to raise our taxes. Yes, the last two years he has been spending money aggressively beyond our income, and his solution, rather than discipline himself and our government, is to impose more control over the dwindling amount of money made by those who do work for a living. You know, the poor saps who are required to live WITHIN their budget.

To those who would oppose this plan...you guessed it, the oldest play in the liberal playbook...FEARMONGERING!! Obama, in his speech, accused those who opposed his new tax plan of cutting services to seniors and poor children while giving tax cuts to the rich. Gee! Where have I heard this line of crap before? Oh Yeah, every year the liberals want to raise taxes they march this soundbite out for duty. Just listen over the next week or so to how many liberals you will hear stating this garbage. It's as if they all attend a meeting and are given their talking points for the upcoming week. Actually it's not "as if", I'm pretty sure that's exactly how it happens.

See, here we go!!

Why The Left and Right Elitists Hate Sarah Palin

This is the best commentary I have ever heard on the treatment of Sarah Palin and the plight of our nation as a whole. It is 12 minutes long and I understand the attention span for people watching videos on the net is about 2-3 minutes, but watch this...you will not be disappointed.

"Religion of Peace" Week In Review= 137 Dead, 201 Injured

Below is listed the latest weekly activity from the "Religion of Peace" Compliments of thereligionofpeace.com

I will make this a weekly feature to be listed every Monday so we might be reminded at the start of each week just how "peaceful" this so-called religion is.

Date	Country	City	Killed	Injured	Description

2011.04.09	Iraq	Mosul	2	0	Suspected fundamentalists shoot a university professor to death outside his home.
2011.04.09	Afghanistan	Farah	3	0	Three tribal elders are dismantled by Taliban bombers.
2011.04.08	Afghanistan	Sari Pul	1	1	Religious extremists machine-gun the local police chief to death.
2011.04.08	Thailand	Yala	2	0	A Buddhist man and his companion are shot full of holes by Muslim terrorists..
2011.04.08	India	Srinagar	1	0	A moderate cleric is assassinated by Sunni hardliners at his mosque.
2011.04.08	Nigeria	Bogoro	10	0	Muslims armed with machetes attack a Christian village and burn at least ten people to death, including several who were elderly.
2011.04.08	Nigeria	Shani	4	0	Four election workers are ambushed and killed by Boko Haram militants.
2011.04.07	Israel	Ashkelon	0	2	Hamas successfully hits a school bus with an anti-tank missile, severely injuring a teenage student.
2011.04.07	Afghanistan	Kandahar	6	10	Six Afghans are murdered by a Taliban bomb hidden in an ambulance.
2011.04.07	Iraq	al-Rida	2	4	A sectarian blast near a mosque takes down two civilians.
2011.04.07	Somalia	Garowe	1	0	A peace activist is shot to death by al-Qaeda linked militants.
2011.04.06	Pakistan	Jerma	4	3	Four children playing near a pond are taken down by Mujahid bombers.
2011.04.06	Pakistan	Quetta	1	17	A suicide car bomber rams into a house, killing a guard and injuring several children.
2011.04.06	Nigeria	Maiduguri	2	0	Boko Haram Islamists gun down two people in a drive-by.
2011.04.06	Pakistan	Pir Kali	3	0	The Taliban kidnap and brutally execute three villagers.
2011.04.05	Iraq	Mosul	3	2	Three civilians at a car dealership are shredded by a suicide bomber.
2011.04.05	Pakistan	Darra Adam Khel	1	0	A farmer bleeds out following a Mujahideen rocket attack.
2011.04.05	Iraq	Baaj	3	7	Islamists bomb another car dealership, taking down three civilians.
2011.04.05	Iraq	Baghdad	6	3	Four young children, ages 4,6,9 and 14 are slaughtered in their own home by Mujahid gunmen. Their mother, widowed by an earlier attack is seriously wounded.
2011.04.04	Iraq	Jurf al-Sakhar	6	0	A bomb hidden on a boby-trapped corpse kills six Iraqis.
2011.04.04	Pakistan	Lower Dir	8	26	A suicide bomber detonates at a car showroom, sending eight souls to Allah.
2011.04.04	Pal. Auth.	Jenin	1	0	A Israeli-Arab activist is gunned down by Islamic radicals unhappy with the secular character of his work.
2011.04.03	Iraq	Mosul	1	6	Islamists fire a rocket into a house, killing a woman.
2011.04.03	Afghanistan	Kandahar	2	30	Two people are killed in an arson attack by a mob protesting a Quran desecration.
2011.04.03	Iraq	Ramadi	1	14	Mujahideen blow up local cop and injure fourteen others.
2011.04.03	Philippines	Maguindanao	11	3	Moro Islamists ambush a group of villagers with automatic weapons, taking down eleven.
2011.04.03	Nigeria	Bogoro	2	1	A Muslim mob, angered over rumor of a local Quran desecration storms a Christian village and kills two people.
2011.04.03	Pakistan	Sakhi Sarwar	50	72	Fifty Sufi worshippers are sent to Allah by two Sunni suicide bombers at their temple.

Time Magazine Editor Says Burning Koran Worse Than Burning Bible

GHOSH: The thing to keep in mind that`s very important here is that the Koran to Muslims, it is not — it is not the same as the Bible to Christians.

The Bible is a book written by men. It is acknowledged by Christians that it is written by men. It`s the story of Jesus.

TODD: Yes.

GHOSH: But the Koran, if you are a believer, if you`re a Muslim, the Koran is directly the word of God, not written by man. It is transcribed, is directly the word of God.

That makes it sacred in a way that it`s hard to understand if you`re not Muslim. So the act of burning a Koran is much more — potentially much, much more inflammatory than –

TODD: Directly attacking — directly attacking God.

GHOSH: — than if you were to burn a — burn a Bible.

TODD: Directly attacking God.

As I was initially preparing a response to this extremely uneducated statement, I came across one written by Duane Lester which is better than any response I would have come up with:

News flash to Mr. Ghosh: Christians believe that the Old Testament was delivered to man from God, via people like Moses and prophets like Samuel and Jeremiah. Then came along Jesus, the son of God. Christians believe he taught, did miracles and he died on the cross for our sins.

We believe the Bible is directly the word of God. We understand men compiled it and wrote it down, but that it was inspired writing by God. We don’t think a bunch of guys got together and made the thing up.

The Koran was compiled and written by men also. I’m surprised the World Editor for Time Magazine didn’t know this.

There was this “prophet” named Mohammed and he supposedly spoke for Allah. He helped bring about Islam.

The whole thing was written down by men. Allah didn’t write it down and give it out on street corners. Man had a big hand in it.

The big difference is, Christians don’t go crazy when you burn a book because our faith tells us to love our neighbor, not behead them because some mustachioed preacher a world away torched a Bible.

Which brings us to a dilemma.

On one hand, Ghosh wants us to believe the Muslims have so much reverence for the Koran because it is directly from the mouth of Allah and on the other, we are supposed to believe Islam is the religion of Peace.

Pardon me, but if you truly believe the Koran is the direct word of Allah, and Islam is a peaceful religion, why are Muslims rioting and killing in defense of a book? You can’t have it both ways. You can’t claim Muslims riot and murder because they believe so strongly in the idea that the Koran is the true word of Allah and claim Islam is a peaceful religion.

It seems to me that if you are truly a follower of Allah, and Allah commands you to be peaceful, there wouldn’t be any motivation for you to go out and behead some random United Nations worker.

You’d just forgive them for their transgressions and pray for them to see the light.

You know, like most Christians do.

If I Were The Devil...by Paul Harvey

One of my favorites from the late, great Paul Harvey

If I were the devil...

If I were the prince of darkness I’d want to engulf the whole world in darkness, and I’d have a third of its real estate and four fifths of its population. But I wouldn’t be happy until I had seized the ripest apple on the tree: thee.

So I’d set about however necessary, to take over the United States. I’d subvert the churches first. I’d begin with a campaign of whispers. With the wisdom of a serpent I would whisper to you as I whispered to Eve, “Do as you please.” To the young I would whisper that the Bible is a myth. I would convince them that man created God, instead of the other way around. I would confide that what’s bad is good, and what’s good is square. And the old I would teach to pray after me, “our father which art in Washington...”

And then I’d get organized: I’d educate authors in how to make lurid literature exciting so that anything else would appear dull and uninteresting. I’d threaten TV with dirtier movies, and visa versa. I’d peddle narcotics to whom I could. I’d sell alcohol to ladies and gentlemen of distinction. I’d tranquilize the rest with pills.

If I were the devil I’d soon have families at war with themselves; churches at war with themselves; and nations at war with themselves; until each in its turn was consumed. And with promises of higher ratings, I’d have mesmerizing media fanning the flames.

If I were the devil I would encourage schools to refine young intellect, but neglect to discipline emotions; just let those run wild, until before you knew it you’d have to have drug-sniffing dogs and metal detectors at every schoolhouse door.

Within a decade I’d have prisons overflowing; I’d have judges promoting pornography. Soon I could evict God from the courthouse, then from the schoolhouse, and then from the houses of Congress. And in His own churches I would substitute psychology for religion and deify science. I would lure priests and pastors into misusing boys and girls—and church money.

If I were the devil I’d make the symbol of Easter an egg, and the symbol of Christmas a bottle.

If I were the devil I’d take from those who have, and give to those who want it, until I had killed the incentive of the ambitious. And what’ll you bet I couldn’t get whole states to promote gambling as the way to get rich.

I would caution against extremes, and hard work, and patriotism, and moral conduct. I would convince the young that marriage is old fashioned—that swinging is more fun. That what you see on TV is the way to be. And thus I could undress you in public, and I could lure you into bed with diseases for which there is no cure.

In other words, if I were the devil I would just keep on doing what he is doing.

Paul Harvey, March 16, 1993

The Government Shutdown Through The Eyes of One Marine

As the question looms whether the government will or will not shutdown at midnight tonight, it becomes increasingly annoying watching and/or listening to the media's spin on the proceedings. I have heard more faux outrage over the closing of national parks and monuments than I can stomach from most so-called news organizations. Seriously!! Is that really the major issue with the government shutting down??

President Obama is attempting to paint himself as the mediator and peacemaker between the Dems and Rebublicans, but it was he who sent Congress a budget which called for 3.7 trillion (with a "T") in spending when the estimated income of the nation will only be 2.2 Trillion. How many of us are so lucky in our financial arenas??

The Republicans have proposed an adjustment which reduces spending by 60 billion, or 1.6% of Obama's requested spending. The democrats, immediately, have called the spending cuts "extreme" and, with the ever-willing assistance of the mainstream news media attempted to portray the evil republicans as hateful people who want to kill senior citizens, starve children, and make everyone homeless. Here's my question...how many Americans still believe any of this fact-free fear mongering??? This is a card in the liberal playbook that has been played over and over again. None of the dire predictions by libs ever come to fruition. Utilizing common sense (tough for some) can you possibly believe that congressional representatives of any party want to kill seniors, starve kids, and make everyone homeless??? Additionally, could you possibly believe that cutting 1.6% of spending will cause this to happen??? If anything, this is a moment of clarity, when everyone should be able to see just how sick the liberals have become over the last few years with spending. They cannot fathom cutting it whatsoever, even when it is increasingly clear that our debt is spiraling out of control and our nation is headed for a painful crash.

To be honest, the paltry cuts the republicans have requested don't even begin to fix the problem. There should be many more cuts and they start with the inflated public sector workforce. There are so many unnecessary and pointless jobs and billets I see every day on the military installations I work on that it would take a separate post to get into the details of it. Civilian federal jobs on military installations have become an overburdening monster that must be stopped.

Now I see the media attempting to use the military member as an emotional weapon in the budget debate. What a nauseous viewing that is. I have three words for the media if asked how I feel about not receiving a paycheck, "SHUT IT DOWN!!!"

Whatever it takes to stop the bullying from the left on the right, who seems always willing to curl up in the fetal position in a corner and give in. I will happily sacrifice a paycheck or two if it will cause the republicans' testicles to drop and them to "man up" and stand their ground on the principles that the American people elected them for!!

Cut 60 billion??? I say cut 600 billion and then maybe I'll take you clowns seriously. After all, with a 600 billion cut we would still be spending more than we are bringing in. My bank informs me that spending more than I make is frowned upon.

Ron's Naval Boating Adventure (21 Days on the Angry Pacific)

I thought it only fair to explain to everyone why I have not posted anything for the last three weeks. I was out getting in touch with the Marine Corps' oldest mission...defending Naval vessels. It was nonstop excitement and adventure...that was sarcasm. I had so much to do that I wrote a bit of a diary of the daily events on the ship. You may find them boring and choose not to read, but you will be missing out on high seas adventure. For those sick people who actually find this interesting, I will have pics and videos posted on my facebook of the entire ordeal. I bring you Ron's Boating Adventure...

Day One

We have been sitting in our vehicles all afternoon waiting for the ship to come back from it's test run. The base is conveniently having their own Antiterrorism/Force Protection (AT/FP) exercise, which has caused everything on the base to be closed down. My plan to purchase Dramamine (just in case) has just fizzled. We finally boarded the ship around 1800. The humorous moment of the day came when we were walking through the security gate to the pier. Apparently, due to the exercise, the security guards are supposed to be stopping anyone coming through and having someone aboard the ship search their bags. I only know this because after walking through the gate with some other Marines to include a Ssgt from Crash Crew, the Base Commander rides up in the passenger side of a government vehicle and attempts to get our attention as we are walking away. “Hey there shipmates” I hear a voice behind us say. We pretend to ignore it, certainly he's talking to the gate sentries. We hear the same voice louder bellow, “HEY SHIPMATES!!”

We turn around and as we are turning the Ssgt says disgustedly (not knowing it's the Base Commander), “shipmates??” The Base Commander is not entertained apparently because he loses it and yells, “Yeah, I said shipmates! Do you have a F-ing problem with that?” I discover who he is and render a salute. He angrily tells us that all our bags have to be searched and one of the ship's crew needs to come down and start searching them. He then let's the gate sentries have it for not doing their job and rides off down the pier to impose his pleasant demeanor on other unfortunate souls. Now every time I see the Ssgt on the ship I call him shipmate.

Day Two Thursday

Due to the AT/FP exercise, we had to stand up our armed security team on the ship, even though we are still tied up to the pier. We stoop up our first shift at midnight and I have established three, eight hour shifts. We have four, brand new, still in the box .50 cal's. This would normally sound great...brand new weapons, woohooo!! However, when these crew served guns are new like that, they come with a heavy layer of packing grease coating all of it's parts. We spend the better part of the first evening and this afternoon cleaning this glue-like substance off of the guns. WE find out that we are not leaving the base until Friday morning now. We also are informed of a pretty bad storm coming our way Friday and Saturday. This boat could be a-rockin.

Day Three Friday

Busy day, All of our crew served guns are on their mounts and we stand up the entire security team, to include myself and the Chief Warrant Officer (CWO) for our trip through the San Diego Harbor and out to sea. Small security boats escort us through the harbor, and are the primary security element, keeping civilian watercraft away from our ship. You'd be amazed how many people think they can do whatever they want in that harbor, including run their boats right up to our ship. The security boats do a great job of shielding them away from us and past the point where they drop off and head back into the harbor. We are now the primary security element for the ship. The chow is now greasy foods each meal. I am told that it helps people to not get seasick. We started with ominous cloudy skies but they have broken now and the sky is a beautiful shade of blue. It's a rough life out here.

Day Four Saturday

Time seems to be flying by. Hard to believe day four is in the books. Today we conducted our first crew served weapons shoot. We gave a brief overview of the .50 cal and a safety brief to our captive audience of civilian crew members who wanted to shoot the weapon. They all seemed to enjoy themselves. Everyone I noticed walking away after shooting had a smile on their face. All of a sudden we are the public relations wizards of this vessel!! The highlight of the day was a little old vietnamese lady who cooks on the ship. She cannot be taller than 4' 8”, so imagine her in a Marine flack and kevlar behind a machine gun that is mounted almost as high as she is tall. It was quite a sight to see!! Top it with the fact she has never handled a firearm of any kind in her entire life. Instant classic!!

Day Five Sunday

What can I say about today? Before I weave a tail that the entire crew of the ship is still talking about, I will begin with the best thing that happened all day. The ship moved in close enough to shore that we had cell phone signals. I was able to call home to the family and send a few photos from the trip so far. Okay, on to the excitement of the day. As mentioned before, we are the armed security forces aboard the ship providing “real world” security while they participate in the exercise. We have very specific rules regarding implementation of deadly force and a ladder of escalation of force we must follow. Anyone in law enforcement knows exactly what I'm talking about, but you don't really need to be well versed in this to enjoy this story. Put simply, other vessels on the water have to stay a certain distance away from our ship. If they get too close there are steps that are taken to alert them of their error. The first is a large horn blow by the ships Captain, and immediate attempts to reach them on radio. At any time we hear this horn we spring into action wherever we are and react, by throwing on our flack and kevlar and manning the crew served weapons we have mounted in various areas of the ship. At around three-thirty or so this afternoon a boat came toward our ship at a decent rate of speed. The horn sounded, we reacted, the boat ignored the horn and radio communication attempts, and continued directly toward us. The horn sounded again and the ship ignored the command and continued directly at our ship. Two people on this vessel are authorized to fire warning shots in the area of a boat that enters our danger zone at about one hundred yards, myself and the Chief Warrant Officer I work for. He commandeered one of my Marines M-16's and I went topside to take up post on the .50 cal machine gun. The boat continued approaching, and I was wondering to myself if we were really about to experience what; in my mind, had about a 1% chance of happening the entire time we were to be out here. The boat closed in to about 100 yards and I attempted to wave them off for a last time before we had some serious decisions to make. The boat slowed, turned to the side, and stopped abruptly, but did not leave. Instead, as the CWO and I waited with our weapons aimed in on the boat and its occupants, two young ladies, obviously intoxicated, walked out to the side facing our ship and treated everyone to a “take a look at what God blessed me with” show. Mind you, this show was not over in five seconds. They continued to parade themselves around and show us their gratitude for quite a few minutes. They have no idea how close they were to having their day ruined in a big way.

Day Six Monday

Today we had a big .50 cal shoot. We fired off 4000 rounds in less than two hours. We were definitely cooking barrels. This reminds me of the phrase of this trip so far, and no, it is not “shipmates”. Believe it or not that word has been outdone in a big way by the phrase, “killer tomatoes”. For those of you who have done a tour of recruiting duty, I am not speaking of the term used to describe the old retired Marine Corps League guys that show up to parades and such in their red uniforms. No, I speak of large orange, inflatable targets which a certain civilian GS-oh my goodness on the ship is fascinated with to the point of us wishing him to be inside of the floating target during an upcoming shoot. Since we boarded this ship six days ago he has spoken of nothing but these “killer tomatoes” every time we talk about shooting. At every time of the day, in every meeting, in hallways, nooks, crannies, and every where in between, killer tomatoes...Killer Tomatoes...KILLER TOMATOES!!! He has made us want to vomit with his insistency that we use these targets, to the point that I specifically don't want to use them, if, for no other reason, just because he wants to. This morning I finally busted one out of it's box and noticed it is made out of a type of plastic. Having been briefed days ago about what can and cannot be thrown in the ocean from our ship, I remembered that plastic was a big No-No. I went to one of the ships crew and he confirmed that we could not shoot it and sink it. We determined that we had to retrieve it if we were going to use it. My evil plan to not use this had a chance!! I asked the crew about ways to retrieve and we were pretty much limited to lowering one of the smaller boats from our ship to go get it after the shoot or tying it up to a rope behind the ship and pulling it in after we finished. The ships crew stated that they truly did not wish to lower their boat into the water to retrieve this 14' by 14' monstrosity and if we were to tie it up we would need to find about a mile long rope for it to work. I love it when a good plan comes together!! No Killer Tomato!!

Day Seven (Tuesday)

I played my first game of chess in about fifteen years today. One of my Marines talked me into playing him and it took a while to knock the rust off, but after making a few stupid mistakes early, I fought him to a draw. Since this opener, I have won two straight games of chess. One of which I won without losing a piece. I have decided I shouldn't play any more chess on this float, as now I can tell my Marines that I never lost a game to them.

Day Eight (Wednesday)

Observation of the day...today we pulled in close enough to land that the Marines could use their cell phones and make calls. There is really only one area of the ship where everyone can gather and get a signal, outside on the back. I went out there to try to get some sunset photos and found the Marines' behavior very entertaining. I would have to estimate that about 50% of the Marines were having casual conversations with loved ones, 30% were arguing somewhat discreetly with their significant other, and 20% were making open idiots of themselves yelling at their wives/girlfriends. Some, you could tell, were just trying to sound like toughguys to the others around the ship, that they perceive, via their narcissism, are listening to their conversation. Brainless macho bravado like, “don't raise your voice to me!” and “because I'm your husband, that's why!” cause me to shake my head and realize that in some areas of life, it is better to get older. Having no internet is really starting to make me feel lost in the political arena. I have no idea what is going on in the news. It will take me forever to catch up once I'm off the ship.

Day Ten (Friday)

Well, a three star General came aboard today to see the ship. We had stand up the whole team on the crew served weapons for his visit. I never tire of these “dog and pony” shows and all the “pomp and circumstance” that goes with them. The truth of the matter is that most generals I have met during my time in the Marine Corps are very down to earth. They know all of the trouble that is created everytime they go somewhere and I am guessing some are actually embarrassed by it. I know I would be if I were in their shoes. I would call Unit Commanders ahead of time and tell them not to have their Marines doing any stupid preparatory work or participating in any symbolic duties beyond what they normally do from day to day. The word came down to me after the General had left that he was very impressed with my AT/FP setup...whatever.

Day Eleven (Saturday)

It is Cinco De Marcho today. A made up holiday on our ship created to give the Marines some excitement and a change from the boring monotony of ship life. They have planned out many exciting events for the day. There will be a fishing expedition at 1500, a pinata ceremony at 1900, and dancing bears at 2000...okay, I might have made up the dancing bears portion. The fishing expedition starts off well enough until someone gets the idea to take an entire 25 pound turkey and put it on a hook created especially for the turkey in one of the machine shops below...that's right...I believe this to have been premeditated. Watching three Marines using various methods in an attempt to shish-ka-bob the turkey onto the hook just lend further credibility to my theory that all the stupid safety standdowns a command could possibly have will not stop Marines from doing crazy stuff...it's in the blood. So I watch as they manage to get the hook through the turkey, and can hardly believe I'm actually watching Marines lower a 25 pound turkey into the ocean to fish with. As of 2200 the turkey has been unable to entice any of the ocean fishes. The pinata ceremony was entertaining in it's own right.

Day Twelve (Sunday)

Twas a busy day today. We were scheduled to run a 240G machine gun shoot starting at 1300 today. I had my security team fire M16 and M14 first, and we were to end with 4000 rounds through the m240's. What a debacle it turned out to be! The first half went without a hitch but the 240's had been on this ship for four years and were in horrible condition. We worked and worked on them, but they ended up being basically worthless. What a waste of a couple of expensive weapons. The ship poker tournament starts tonight and of course I could not pass up this opportunity. We have 18 signed up and the structure will be one table of 6 players per night for three nights. Each table will play down to the final 2, who will move on to a final table of 6 on the 4^th night. The buy-in was $10 with the top 3 getting paid. I am slated to play my preliminary on night 3. I like my chances.

Day Thirteen (Monday)

Okay, I'm now officially bored. I have read all three books I brought and watched as many movies as I can stand. It's time to get off this floating prison!!!

Day Fourteen (Tuesday)

I played my preliminary table in the poker tournament and played quite horribly. Needless to say, I did not make the final table. Have I mentioned yet that I am ready to get off this stupid boat?? Watched The Wedding Singer for the 20^th time. I also did run 4 miles on the treadmill in 27:57. I'm starting to get my running back in gear.

Day Fifteen (Wednesday)

Okay, the thrill is officially gone! I need to get off this ship!!

Day Sixteen (Thursday)

Seriously...I am considering lowering one of the life boats and rowing to shore!!!

Day Seventeen (Friday)

So the day started off with a bang when we heard about a massive earthquake that hit Japan. The rumor started floating around that we were all in danger of a tsunami, but logic is telling me that we'll be just fine. It seems to me that if you throw a rock in the water or push start a wave with your hands in a pool that the wave gets smaller as it goes away from the initial force that started it. If this life-ending tidal wave is to hit our ship I am guessing it will be about a foot tall by the time it gets to us from Japan. Nonetheless, I am praying for the safety of those caught up in this disaster.

This may sound cruel, but sometimes it can be really fun to start a rumor for the mere pleasure of seeing how fast it spreads. Today I thought of the idea of mentioning to a couple people that it was possible we would be staying out past the end of this exercise on the 15^th and that the ship will possibly be heading directly to Japan to help out with disaster relief efforts. It's amazing how fast you can get everyone stressing out.

Day Eighteen (Saturday)

The final machine gun shoot!! We fired off the remaining 1800 .50 cal rounds and yes, the Killer Tomato made it's debut!! If only you could have seen GS-Moron after it was released into the water on the starboard side of the vessel. He followed it along the railing of the ship as though it were a train leaving station with his wife on it. I think I even saw tears in his eyes at one point...idiot!! The only satisfaction was watching one of the Marines take a shot which appeared to land very low on the floating bounce house. It immediately canted severely to one side and began sinking rapidly. I am guessing the trajectory ripped a large hole in the floor of the mighty tomato...the tomato is down!!!!

Day Nineteen (Sunday)

The remaining strategy for these next two days is to find anything that will consume my time and prevent boredom from overcoming me.

Day Twenty (Monday)

You have to be kidding me!! Now all three treadmills in the gym are broke!! Apparently some brainchild thought it would be a good idea to run on them in boots and utes. I had to use the stairclimber today and the stairclimber is nothing more than a modern, legalized method of torture. I have to get off this ship of horrors!!!

Day Twenty-One (Tuesday)

I'm finally getting off this ship and going home today. Wooohooo!!!