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Wine Is Fine but Whiskey's Quicker

For those of you who don’t know about my mother’s heroic crusade go back and read “Help Us Stop This Killer” from June 2nd, for those of you who know the score, dig this update.
Last week while training, my ma fell. She badly bruised both knees and broke her left hand in four places. Today she had a few pins placed to set the bones as they heal. Against the odds she is still determined to participate in the Out of Darkness Walk. This week her brother’s two surviving sons are staying with her. It is bittersweet for them to be witness to their aunt’s dedication to their father’s memory. Princess Leia has nothing on Grandma Danger.

The Star Wars Posts Episode VI Soon You Will Learn To Appreicate Me

On May 25th, 1983 Star Wars Return of the Jedi was released in theaters. No doubt from then till now, a vast ocean of semen has flowed from the penises of masturbating Star Wars fans, dreaming of Leia in her slave outfit. In my fantasies, I have given it to a bikini clad Carrie Fisher proper, time and time again. Chained to Jabba the Hutt’s rupulsor throne, Leia’s sexuality is so out there it’s practically in your mouth. This can make it easy to overlook an important lesson she teaches us. Never underestimate a woman. They may be the fairer sex, but they possess a fearlessness and power that must be respected.
In this installment Leia is introduced as Boushh, an Ubese bounty hunter. Although she is hiding her identity, she brandishes her bravado, wielding a thermal detonator as a bargaining chip against the powerful Jabba the Hutt. As she reveals herself to Han Solo just after she frees him of the corbonite freeze, she expresses her love for him. It is important to note that the last time these to would-be lovers spoke she first declared her long denied love for him. Han replied to her “I love you” with “I know”. However Leia shows no fear of rejection while expressing her strong feelings. The pinnacle of Leia’s power is seen at the climax of fight against Jabba’s forces at the Pit of Carcoon. When Jabba died it is not at the hands of Jedi Master Luke Skywalker; it is neither the space pirate Han Solo nor his Wookie companion who destroys this vile gangster. No, it’s the powerful slave princess, Leia. She throws the very chain which bound her around Jabba’s neck. Straddling the caucus of Jabba, Leia embodies the sexuality, power, and beauty that is woman.

The Star Wars Posts Episode V Boba's Bounty

When Darth Vader wanted to capture Han Solo and his companions aboard the Millennium Falcon he turned to bounty hunters. Although he had the entire resources of the Empire at his disposal, he felt that independent private sector would be more effective. Enter Boba Fett, who would prove him right.
Han Solo successfully evaded the Imperial Fleet. Little did they know he attached his ship to the hull of one of the Star Destroyers. When the fleet broke up, to pursue the Falcon’s likely destinations, Fett stood at a crossroads and took a chance. He allowed his competition a head start in their pursuit so that he could investigate the origin of the hunt. His decision proved wise.
Boba Fett was able to contact Darth Vader and head Han Solo and company off at Bespin’s Cloud City. Even though Boba had delivered Solo to Vader, his work was not yet done. Boba would be able to collect another bounty for Solo’s capture. Vader wanted to use Solo as bait to lure in Luke Skywalker. Vader also would use Solo as a guinea pig for the carbon freezing process intended for Luke Skywalker. Although he was dealing with the second most powerful man in the galaxy and one bad mother fucker, Boba had to assert himself. Even as Vader put the screws to his deal with Lando Callerissian, he ceded to Fett’s concerns and agreed to compensate Fett for damage to Solo.
What lesson can we learn from Boba Fett’s example as we toil in the private sector? Work smart not hard. Take chances, they pay off. Assert yourself; and take two paydays for one days work whenever possible.

The Star Wars Posts Episode IV Karma in the Cantina

Just as Luke Skywalker rested his arm against the bar at the Mos Isley Cantina, the walrus like Panda Baba brushed his flipper against Luke’s shoulder just to tell him he didn’t like Luke. Panda Baba’s taunts were translated and echoed by Dr Evazan, who bragged about having the death sentence on twelve systems. Luke assured Dr Evazan that he’d “be careful”. Luke was avoiding confrontation. This was not enough for Panda Baba and Dr Evazan. Obiwan intervened and even offered to clam their aggressions with a drink. Still, Panda Baba and Dr. Evazan pursued conflict. The result was Panda Baba’s arm lying on the floor below Obiwan’s glowing lightsaber.
Next we move to the tragedy of poor Greedo. Greedo was a bounty hunter under the temporary employment of Jabba the Hutt. It can be argued that he was simply doing his job when he was shot dead by Han Solo. This is not the case. Greedo first betrayed his employer by offering to accept the Millennium Falcon as payment for looking the other way in the face of Solo’s escape. Greedo also shows his darker side with his last words “I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time Solo” “I’ll bet you have” retorts Solo as he blasts Greedo to death, dispensing karma in the Cantina.
In both cases we have dubious characters seeking conflict. In each case karma catches up to them quickly. Conversely, our heroes who are not seeking conflict leave the Cantina in peace. The lesson is clear. Seek not conflict. Find not disaster. Danger

Ever read Faulkner?

There she sat, crouched in the corner crying. Her head was buried in her elbows, which rested on her knees. The old attic was so dry that her tears were the only moisture the attic had in years. Dust covered the floor, undisturbed except where Janice had rushed to her current solace. Between her whimpers she heard someone at the front door. She raised her face. Her breath had kept her cheeks warm while cried into her chest. Now the dry attic air felt cold against her tear soaked cheeks. Again, she heard a knock. She wondered if how long someone had been at the door. She was afraid she had not heard the knocking over her crying. She made no attempt to answer the door.
She started for the window. Before she got there Janice decided that she could not risk a peek from the corner of the window. If she were found out now, all she and Hannah had gained would be lost. She stood away from the window. The visit at the front door had sobered her. She knew she had no time to mourn Tom. She knew Tom would rather see her escape. She rushed downstairs.
Without acknowledging it, she walked past the bloody carnage in the front parlor. She went straight into the bathroom to the mirror. She stood in front of the mirror and took off her apron. She almost laughed at how pointless it was for her to wear it. Her printed flower dress was spotless underneath the apron. Outside the apron shaped area were splatters of blood. She thought that if she had not worn the apron she might not have to change dresses. Seen from the front, the blood seemed to be a fabric print.


Janice reached behind her neck and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her dress. Her blood spattered arms fell to her side. She grasped the sides of her dress at the hips to pull it over her head. As she pulled it off she felt the stale air being pulled over her torso. A few locks of her hair fell from her hair-tie and she brushed them behind her ear. She leaned over the tub and turned the hot water all the way with a slight turn on the cold. She rose as the water began to flow from the shower head. She stretched the waistline of her panties with her thumbs and pulled them below her ass and hips. They fell to the floor. She slipped the shoulder straps down and her breasts fell. She turned the brazier so she could undo the hook. Naked and standing in the steam, she started feel less tainted. Still she could not let herself think about what she had done. She raised her leg over the edge of the tub and lowered it into the rush of water. She stood with her back to the shower head; the hot water beat against the back of her neck. She took the pumice stone from the sill. She scrubbed her arms until they were red and becoming raw. She bent over to start on her legs. The shower water splashed off of her back like a heavy rain in a street puddle.
Her shower was interrupted by the knocking. A hand wrapped in a black leather glove raised a highly polished oak walking cane to the door. Six rapid forceful knocks blasted over the three motionless bodies in the parlor on the other side of the door.

From the muddy muddy banks of the Little Miami River

Camping and canoeing down the Little Miami River, I reflected on this holiday. I sat around a campfire with my father and my son. I paddled down the river with Americans of all races, religions and creeds, with no shortage of bikini clad, and amply breasted women. The days were enjoyed by all with virtually no government interference. I was happy. I wished that the many heroes who made it all possible could know how true the American dream is for me. From the Revolutionary War to the current War on Terror in the military, The Red Cross, Public Service, and industry, men and women, native and immigrant, so many have done so much for me, as an American. Thank you, every one of you. Happy Independence Day. Danger