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I’m thinking, a little oil (ok, a lot of oil), some garlic….

Do you trust the folks who brought you this, with this?

No? Gee, I wonder why not.

Early this morning, my aged uncle who lives on the TX coast sent the following:

I am replying now because I expect to be cut off from the internet for quite some time after the wind starts up. My connection is a tall, thin microwave antenna on top of my neighbor’s shed, and the shed is not a very sturdy structure. Almost every time we have had a heavy rain the connection has been lost for a time. The mast has been struck several times by lightning. And the one-man operation that installed all this has been bought out by a company in Victoria that has bigger fish to fry.

One of the main reasons I have not wanted to evacuate, after my responsibility to my animals, is the necessity to get through Houston, not all that pleasant under the best of circumstances. Right now they are in the process of turning the south bound lanes of I-45 to Dallas into additional north bound lanes. All of Houston is in gridlock. Cars full of dogs, cats, kids, old folks and pregnant women are running out of gas running from one filling station to another looking for the stuff. Tankers have not been delivering gas for the last 12 or so hours because they can’t get through the mess. The mayor in the meantime is telling people not to hessitate but get out now. How day gonna doo dat? (I expect Martha is trapped in that mess about now. She was planning to head north early this morning. Beth is already in Dallas with relatives of her baby sitter.)

I have about 10 gallons of bottled water, 60 lbs of dog food, 10 lbs of cat food, a freezer full of steaks, lots of canned soup, and some left over meals in boxes left over from Beth’s lunch program from last year. I filled up the car w/gas yesterday, about 10 gallons. I have another 10 gallons in gas cans in the garage. I got an inverter that plugs into the cigarette lighter to keep the steaks from thawing, and the wine from cooking. And 2 large bags of Kingsford briquettes (one mesquite flavored) in case the steaks thaw anyway. If the house does not collapse around me, we will be OK.

Well, that is enough for now.

Jerry

Godspeed uncle.

Truth in advertising? Probably not; his demeanor was not that of a violent or thoughtless man, despite the shirt.

And people wonder how we’ve become so inured to the violence perpetrated in our names.

Original Here:

To the Moon!

WASHINGTON (Reuters) — NASA unveiled plans on Monday to return humans to the moon by 2018 at a cost of $100 billion.

President Bush’s plan to send Americans back to the moon by 2020 and eventually on to Mars has drawn skepticism since its unveiling in January 2004, less than a year after the February 1, 2003, shuttle Columbia disaster.

“The President is proving again that he has a strong and unambiguous plan for the past,” said Scott McClellan. Then he muttered, “shit. I knew I’d do that. I meant plan for the future.”

The President was quick to call a press conference around a perceived ‘positive’ move by his administration. “My plan - actually developed by NASA…I take no responsibility for it except for the vision part - my plan envisions leaping forward into a new era of, uh, well, space. Lookin in space.”

The fact that Americans walked on the moon first in 1969, and last in 1972, seemed to be lost on Bush when asked. “I don’t know about that one, porky,” his nickname for Camy McCormick of CNN. “You’ll have ta ask Cheney about that. In ‘72 I was still drinkin.”

When contacted, Donald Rumsfeld said, “you’re either with us going to the moon, or you’re unamerican. You don’t like the moon mission, we’ll hunt you down and kill you.”

Bush’s plan has Americans landing on the moon in 2018, which will be at least a decade after his long but poorly hidden retardation is made public.

I laughed so hard I think I shit myself a little in my pants.