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SHEEPDOG

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  1. What's that Bondi Cigar? I'm not sure how ya'll got off on fecalfilia but shit does attract flies and there's been more than a few flies floating around here. Seems the same with Obama. I wouldn't mind being gay but it'd make my ass hurt. Seems like you could come up with some better insults than that. Like; looks like you got hit in the face with a hot bag of nickels. Or Shut up, you’ll never be the man your mother is! Or I heard that you changed your mind. So, what did you do with the diaper? Or I know what sign you were born under...'RED LIGHT DISTRICT'. I'm not sure if it's a lack of vocabulary or a stroke, so I'll let you get back to fingerpainting with your brown pastels and licking windowsills. Talk to you later Paintchip....
  2. Back in 2000, June I was getting ready to go to work at Andrews AFB, MD. I was putting on my boots and I heard my daughter screaming down at the little creek behind our house in Landover, MD, off route 214, right next to FedEx Field. I ran out the back and found my daughter sitting IN THE Creek crying. I asked what was wrong but she could only point down the creek. I brought her up to the house and finally got her to speak. Long story short; it was a creature that was half-man/half-goat! Lower half goat w/ backwards knees, hooves, ect. Upper half mannish, hands five fingered, chest, but with the head of a goat with ram style horns (circular). She drew us a picture. I didn't know what to say, and my duaghter had been raised around every kinda of animal and been hunting with me and knows animals. I went back down to the creek and found a broken trail of undergrowth and I heard dogs barking up the creek a few hundred yards. I NEVER saw anything, except I came up to a little spot where a burrowing animal had dug out some critter-hole. Where the dirt was pushed back was a huge cloven hoof print in the dirt. As big as an Elk print, and I know my animals. I got a little nervous at that point. I came back to the house and went to work and didn't know what to think. I told some very close buddies about it but didn't want to go to my boss because of the high clearance I had. It was a long night and I got home and simply Google'd the only thing I could label it. "Goat Man" to my shock the first hit was "The Legend of Goatman, Prince George's County Maryland" I was blown away. It had stories dating back to the 1930's and a crapload of sightings along Lottsford Road and the same creek that runs all the way out by Bowie, Md. Me and my wife were floored, because our daughter hadn't been on the web, or even heard of such a thing. And the damned hoof print was enough for me! We had whitetail deer around that area, but their tracks are max 3 inches across, this track was about 6 in wide and 9 inches long. I kick myself in the ass for not getting a picture but I was starting to run late for work and I was a little bewildered. We had a lot of other weird stuff happen out there too, like the night of Sept 10 2001, but I'll save that for later.
  3. Creosote, isn't that the stuff that builds up in chimmneys that start house fires? What does it do to your hands? I'd think it would be a base and I screwed my hands up with some grill cleaner a while back and it suuuucked! I was thinking cosmoline at first glance but that is a LITTLE different. Been a long day... To all a good night gotta go pack a rucksack! Keep on rolling you guys are more interesting by the post!!!
  4. Just found out today I'm goin back "Over There". I'll keep a look out.
  5. There is no pain, you are receding. A distant ships smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I cant hear what youre sayin. When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse, Out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look but it was gone. I cannot put my finger on it now. The child is grown, the dream is gone. I have become comfortably numb. Floyd...
  6. Anyone that is interested in Quantum Theory & similar stuff. There's a multi-disc DVD set entitled “What the F#*k? Down the Rabbit Hole” I’m not kidding and it’s not a porn movie. It a really neat outline explaining this stuff to everyone. It stars Marline Matlin and it has a cool “Quantum” feature where it never plays the same way twice, basically a randomizer for the chapters, but drives the point home. I think it’s 2-3 complete DVD’s (been about 6 months since I watched it) it jumped off the shelf at me at Wal-Mart. “Presumption should never make us neglect that which appears easy to us, nor despair make us lose courage at the sight of difficulties.” Benjamin Banneker
  7. Hard time keeping up here this post blossomed! Here's a page from a book I wrote back in 2000, some weird channeled stuff I didn't ask for. D.C. is a weird place!
  8. You are correct! 100% 5 years of working at the top level, literally. But first, are you experienced? Uh-have you ever been experienced-uh? Well, I have (well) I know, I know, youll probably scream and cry That your little world wont let you go But who in your measly little world, (-uh) Are you tryin to prove to that youre Made out of gold and-uh, cant be sold So-uh, are you experienced? Have you ever been experienced? (-uh) Well, I have Jimi.....
  9. Anyone who knows AND can spell Utnapishtim from the Epic of Gilgamesh is cool to me. Tetragrammaton brother!
  10. Let's try this again... Last one disappeared, that's odd. This post is discussing weird stuff, not just the regular brand of the odd UFO story, but a place to share your weirdest beliefs and discuss them. Jimmy page was steeped in Esoterica, Mysterium, and Lord of The Rings/J.R.R. Tolkien nut. Check the lyrics of many songs. So in that same spirit of human weirdness, talk about you beliefs, experiences, stories, & whatever. CYMATICS: "A Posse Ad Esse"
  11. I apologize for the length of this but this is one of many reasons this is my Screen name, it's been my nickname for years. Used to be because I had long hair. I'm military, cop, security, ect so it fit with the following. Probably piss off some sheep... On Sheep, Wolves, and Sheepdogs Honor never grows old, and honor rejoices the heart of age. It does so because honor is, finally, about defending those noble and worthy things that deserve defending, even if it comes at a high cost. In our time, that may mean social disapproval, public scorn, hardship, persecution, or as always,even death itself. The question remains: What is worth defending? What is worth dying for? What is worth living for? - William J. Bennett - in a lecture to the United States Naval Academy November 24, 1997 One Vietnam veteran, an old retired colonel, once said this to me: "Most of the people in our society are sheep. They are kind, gentle, productive creatures who can only hurt one another by accident." This is true. Remember, the murder rate is six per 100,000 per year, and the aggravated assault rate is four per 1,000 per year. What this means is that the vast majority of Americans are not inclined to hurt one another. Some estimates say that two million Americans are victims of violent crimes every year, a tragic, staggering number, perhaps an all-time record rate of violent crime. But there are almost 300 million Americans, which means that the odds of being a victim of violent crime is considerably less than one in a hundred on any given year. Furthermore, since many violent crimes are committed by repeat offenders, the actual number of violent citizens is considerably less than two million. Thus there is a paradox, and we must grasp both ends of the situation: We may well be in the most violent times in history, but violence is still remarkably rare. This is because most citizens are kind, decent people who are not capable of hurting each other, except by accident or under extreme provocation. They are sheep. I mean nothing negative by calling them sheep. To me it is like the pretty, blue robin’s egg. Inside it is soft and gooey but someday it will grow into something wonderful. But the egg cannot survive without its hard blue shell. Police officers, soldiers, and other warriors are like that shell, and someday the civilization they protect will grow into something wonderful.? For now, though, they need warriors to protect them from the predators. "Then there are the wolves," the old war veteran said, "and the wolves feed on the sheep without mercy." Do you believe there are wolves out there who will feed on the flock without mercy? You better believe it. There are evil men in this world and they are capable of evil deeds. The moment you forget that or pretend it is not so, you become a sheep. There is no safety in denial. "Then there are sheepdogs," he went on, "and I’m a sheepdog. I live to protect the flock and confront the wolf." If you have no capacity for violence then you are a healthy productive citizen, a sheep. If you have a capacity for violence and no empathy for your fellow citizens, then you have defined an aggressive sociopath, a wolf. But what if you have a capacity for violence, and a deep love for your fellow citizens? What do you have then? A sheepdog, a warrior, someone who is walking the hero’s path. Someone who can walk into the heart of darkness, into the universal human phobia, and walk out unscathed Let me expand on this old soldier’s excellent model of the sheep, wolves, and sheepdogs. We know that the sheep live in denial, that is what makes them sheep. They do not want to believe that there is evil in the world. They can accept the fact that fires can happen, which is why they want fire extinguishers, fire sprinklers, fire alarms and fire exits throughout their kids’ schools. But many of them are outraged at the idea of putting an armed police officer in their kid’s school. Our children are thousands of times more likely to be killed or seriously injured by school violence than fire, but the sheep’s only response to the possibility of violence is denial. The idea of someone coming to kill or harm their child is just too hard, and so they chose the path of denial. The sheep generally do not like the sheepdog. He looks a lot like the wolf. He has fangs and the capacity for violence. The difference, though, is that the sheepdog must not, can not and will not ever harm the sheep. Any sheep dog who intentionally harms the lowliest little lamb will be punished and removed. The world cannot work any other way, at least not in a representative democracy or a republic such as ours. Still, the sheepdog disturbs the sheep. He is a constant reminder that there are wolves in the land. They would prefer that he didn’t tell them where to go, or give them traffic tickets, or stand at the ready in our airports in camouflage fatigues holding an M-16. The sheep would much rather have the sheepdog cash in his fangs, spray paint himself white, and go, "Baa." Until the wolf shows up. Then the entire flock tries desperately to hide behind one lonely sheepdog. The students, the victims, at Columbine High School were big, tough high school students, and under ordinary circumstances they would not have had the time of day for a police officer. They were not bad kids; they just had nothing to say to a cop. When the school was under attack, however, and SWAT teams were clearing the rooms and hallways, the officers had to physically peel those clinging, sobbing kids off of them. This is how the little lambs feel about their sheepdog when the wolf is at the door. Look at what happened after September 11, 2001 when the wolf pounded hard on the door. Remember how America, more than ever before, felt differently about their law enforcement officers and military personnel? Remember how many times you heard the word hero? Understand that there is nothing morally superior about being a sheepdog; it is just what you choose to be. Also understand that a sheepdog is a funny critter: He is always sniffing around out on the perimeter, checking the breeze, barking at things that go bump in the night, and yearning for a righteous battle. That is, the young sheepdogs yearn for a righteous battle. The old sheepdogs are a little older and wiser, but they move to the sound of the guns when needed right along with the young ones. Here is how the sheep and the sheepdog think differently. The sheep pretend the wolf will never come, but the sheepdog lives for that day. After the attacks on September 11, 2001, most of the sheep, that is, most citizens in America said, "Thank God I wasn’t on one of those planes." The sheepdogs, the warriors, said, "Dear God, I wish I could have been on one of those planes. Maybe I could have made a difference." When you are truly transformed into a warrior and have truly invested yourself into warriorhood, you want to be there. You want to be able to make a difference. There is nothing morally superior about the sheepdog, the warrior, but he does have one real advantage. Only one. And that is that he is able to survive and thrive in an environment that destroys 98 percent of the population. There was research conducted a few years ago with individuals convicted of violent crimes. These cons were in prison for serious, predatory crimes of violence: assaults, murders and killing law enforcement officers. The vast majority said that they specifically targeted victims by body language: slumped walk, passive behavior and lack of awareness. They chose their victims like big cats do in Africa, when they select one out of the herd that is least able to protect itself. Some people may be destined to be sheep and others might be genetically primed to be wolves or sheepdogs. But I believe that most people can choose which one they want to be, and I’m proud to say that more and more Americans are choosing to become sheepdogs. Seven months after the attack on September 11, 2001, Todd Beamer was honored in his hometown of Cranbury, New Jersey. Todd, as you recall, was the man on Flight 93 over Pennsylvania who called on his cell phone to alert an operator from United Airlines about the hijacking. When he learned of the other three passenger planes that had been used as weapons, Todd dropped his phone and uttered the words, "Let’s roll," which authorities believe was a signal to the other passengers to confront the terrorist hijackers. In one hour, a transformation occurred among the passengers - athletes, business people and parents. -- from sheep to sheepdogs and together they fought the wolves, ultimately saving an unknown number of lives on the ground. There is no safety for honest men except by believing all possible evil of evil men. - Edmund Burke Here is the point I like to emphasize, especially to the thousands of police officers and soldiers I speak to each year. In nature the sheep, real sheep, are born as sheep. Sheepdogs are born that way, and so are wolves. They didn’t have a choice. But you are not a critter. As a human being, you can be whatever you want to be. It is a conscious, moral decision. If you want to be a sheep, then you can be a sheep and that is okay, but you must understand the price you pay. When the wolf comes, you and your loved ones are going to die if there is not a sheepdog there to protect you. If you want to be a wolf, you can be one, but the sheepdogs are going to hunt you down and you will never have rest, safety, trust or love. But if you want to be a sheepdog and walk the warrior’s path, then you must make a conscious and moral decision every day to dedicate, equip and prepare yourself to thrive in that toxic, corrosive moment when the wolf comes knocking at the door. For example, many officers carry their weapons in church.? They are well concealed in ankle holsters, shoulder holsters or inside-the-belt holsters tucked into the small of their backs.? Anytime you go to some form of religious service, there is a very good chance that a police officer in your congregation is carrying. You will never know if there is such an individual in your place of worship, until the wolf appears to massacre you and your loved ones. I was training a group of police officers in Texas, and during the break, one officer asked his friend if he carried his weapon in church. The other cop replied, "I will never be caught without my gun in church." I asked why he felt so strongly about this, and he told me about a cop he knew who was at a church massacre in Ft. Worth, Texas in 1999. In that incident, a mentally deranged individual came into the church and opened fire, gunning down fourteen people. He said that officer believed he could have saved every life that day if he had been carrying his gun. His own son was shot, and all he could do was throw himself on the boy’s body and wait to die. That cop looked me in the eye and said, "Do you have any idea how hard it would be to live with yourself after that?" Some individuals would be horrified if they knew this police officer was carrying a weapon in church. They might call him paranoid and would probably scorn him. Yet these same individuals would be enraged and would call for "heads to roll" if they found out that the airbags in their cars were defective, or that the fire extinguisher and fire sprinklers in their kids’ school did not work. They can accept the fact that fires and traffic accidents can happen and that there must be safeguards against them. Their only response to the wolf, though, is denial, and all too often their response to the sheepdog is scorn and disdain. But the sheepdog quietly asks himself, "Do you have and idea how hard it would be to live with yourself if your loved ones attacked and killed, and you had to stand there helplessly because you were unprepared for that day?" It is denial that turns people into sheep. Sheep are psychologically destroyed by combat because their only defense is denial, which is counterproductive and destructive, resulting in fear, helplessness and horror when the wolf shows up. Denial kills you twice. It kills you once, at your moment of truth when you are not physically prepared: you didn’t bring your gun, you didn’t train. Your only defense was wishful thinking. Hope is not a strategy. Denial kills you a second time because even if you do physically survive, you are psychologically shattered by your fear helplessness and horror at your moment of truth. Gavin de Becker puts it like this in Fear Less, his superb post-9/11 book, which should be required reading for anyone trying to come to terms with our current world situation: "...denial can be seductive, but it has an insidious side effect. For all the peace of mind deniers think they get by saying it isn’t so, the fall they take when faced with new violence is all the more unsettling." Denial is a save-now-pay-later scheme, a contract written entirely in small print, for in the long run, the denying person knows the truth on some level. And so the warrior must strive to confront denial in all aspects of his life, and prepare himself for the day when evil comes. If you are warrior who is legally authorized to carry a weapon and you step outside without that weapon, then you become a sheep, pretending that the bad man will not come today. No one can be "on" 24/7, for a lifetime. Everyone needs down time. But if you are authorized to carry a weapon, and you walk outside without it, just take a deep breath, and say this to yourself... "Baa." This business of being a sheep or a sheep dog is not a yes-no dichotomy. It is not an all-or-nothing, either-or choice. It is a matter of degrees, a continuum. On one end is an abject, head-in-the-sand-sheep and on the other end is the ultimate warrior. Few people exist completely on one end or the other. Most of us live somewhere in between. Since 9-11 almost everyone in America took a step up that continuum, away from denial. The sheep took a few steps toward accepting and appreciating their warriors, and the warriors started taking their job more seriously. The degree to which you move up that continuum, away from sheephood and denial, is the degree to which you and your loved ones will survive, physically and psychologically at your moment of truth. --LTC (RET) Dave Grossman, author of "On Killing."
  12. SHEEPDOG

    Pet Peeves

    Yeah my pet peeve is starting a nice post and having it deleted. Nothing graphic or offensive, especially compared to many other posts. Any "Senior" members have the low down on why it may have been deleted? The only thing I could think of was I named it "Over The Hills & Far Away" and it conflicts with another Title or something. I'll try it again under something else. A Posse Ad Esse.
  13. Nope happily married with five kids. I just really hate homosexual activity. Not the people but the act. See I'm a God Fearing Christian and I believe certain things that others don't. For example people who filter through posts and single out the sodomy comments. They don't get anything from the message they pick out the trash and chew on it. But hey it's kind of the same with religon; have fun smoking turds in hell.
  14. Is your name from the Molly Hachett song?
  15. He's the Anti-Christ. We'll all be eatin lizards, and riding camels...
  16. SHEEPDOG

    Pet Peeves

    I'm from the Ozarks! We did use firewood, we had well water, I walked two miles to the bus stop every day from 3-12 grade. We did have to travel 20 miles to the grocery store, didn't have internet back then. I think it made me stronger than a frappe' latte' drinking city rat who trips when they walk on anything other than concrete.The Ozarks worked for Bill Clinton, Douglass MacArthur, Wyatt Earp, & Carlos Hathcock, Jesse James, & countless others. Most would give the shirts off their backs, help you out if you're in trouble, give you a sip of moonshine, and give you a "Good Game" out the door. There used to be some inbreeding of course, but that ususally stemmed from geographic isolation not by choice as many pedophiles do over the internet these days, raping you in their basement while they sip on a Venti Mocha Frappachino. Hell speaking of inbreeding just look at Hollywood! But hey I don't know anything about you so I won't judge. "You can tell the size of a person by what makes them angry."
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