Peace???

I have been at a tiny Air Force Base for about 10 (long) days. I have got to see and do some really cool stuff that usually only Military people get to do. No, I was not able to drop any bunker busters (yet, I still have 10 more days. I actually have a lot of internal struggles with all this military and war and death stuff, but I do understand the the importance of our Military and our Air Force. Anyway, that is not what this is about. I was in one of the hangers that had a bunch of munitions (training munitions). Below is the picture that I found quite ironic, maybe it is just a coincidence...who knows.

I have also seen a bumper sticker that reads "Peace the Old Fashioned Way" and the peace sign is actually a Bomb Dropping jet...pretty fucked up. Get more "Peace" stuff here

"WAR IS PEACE
FREEDOM IS SLAVERY
IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH"

Burnt out

I love (and hate) politics. I have been following politics rather closely over the last 8 years. In fact, if I could go back to school I would probably major in political science. For some reason though I am completely burned out. I think it has just been the overwhelming amount of coverage on this upcoming election, and understandably so. This is one of the most unique and fascinating and important elections in the history of our country. I am not sure what happened, but I am just spent. Maybe it is the news networks who focus on so much B.S., they are relentless, one show after another covering the same topics. (I don't include Fox news though. They stay on the same topics, but it is definitely not news) I think it is that combined with our current "President," his administration, and thier complete lack of interest in the rest of the world.



So I am taking a little bit of a break. I am not watching every political video I see online; I am not watching Countdown every night. I am not following the Democratic race quite as closely for the time being. This is my goal, I am taking a break from politics until the general election. Hopefully by then I can be re-enthused about our politics and I will be able to follow the election that is so important in all of our lives. It truly is a unique and wonderful election (except for the Republicans, they seem to be sticking with the same Old White Guy as their representation) and I am just really looking forward to January 20, 2009.

Capt. Pure Awesomeness

Captain Pure Awesomeness is my call sign, at least that is what they told me it would be if I happened to be a pilot. I should clarify one thing, by "they" I mean "me." Anyway, my time at Mtn. Home AFB is dragging along. Fortunately, my training has been interesting and I have got to do and see some pretty neat stuff. This does not include the town of Mtn. Home, rabbit shit is more interesting than the actual town. Anyway, here are some pictures of me exploring some F15's and acting like a bad ass (or douche bag).

F-15

Puff Puff Pass...lousy wingman

My hand is stuck, leave me the fuck alone

(just in case the feds come a knockin')

Stuck

So I am in Mt. Home Idaho for about two more weeks for work. This town is tiny and there is hardly anything to do. So I guess this is a good time to get caught up on some blogs I have been meaning to write. In the meantime, here is an awesome clip of one of my favorite comedians. He is seriously funny....enjoy.

911 HELP!

911: Rescue 911; what's the emergency.
Me: I just saw a car accident, it wasn't too bad, but one of the people involved is a fairly pregnant woman so it might be worth checking her out.
911: Where is the accident?
Me: 12th street in Ogden by the I.R.S.
911: Officers are on there way. Where are you?
Me: At the gas station just off to the side.
911: Stay there until an officer tells you to go.
Me: Will do, thanks.

Officers show up and begin working the scene; making sure everyone is ok. They take each party involved in the accident to hear their version of the incident. It is obvious at this point that no one is seriously injured. An officer signals me to his car. I get there and he tells me to fill out an incident report. As I got closer to the scene I got a better look at the pregnant woman. And either she was in really bad shape, or she was really a man with a mullet and a beer gut. It was the later of the two. I mentioned to the police officer that I had called 911 and told them that a pregnant woman had been involved on the accident. He just laughed and told me that he had heard that. He also told me that I was an idiot and that the report I was filling out held no credibility (he didn't actually say this, but I am sure he thought it...I did).

Logan Christopher Tittle

I decided to start a new blog. It will be all about my son, Logan. If you know me at all or have read this blog (if you have read this blog you must know me) then you already know how important Logan is in my life.

I decided to write a separate blog about our experiences together. One reason is that this blog is so immature and really kind of ridiculous. But the main reason is that I learned that I really enjoy documenting experiences in Logan's life. I like looking back and reviewing them. I am also doing this because I know that there are others out there who care about Logan and like to know how he is doing. So with all that being said you can find the new blog by clicking here

Basically it is an e-journal for all to enjoy.

Sex & Baseball; Baseball & Sex

If you know me at all you know that I frequently use baseball analogies to describe all things dating and sex related. This is not unique by any means. I might say that I hit a homerun with a female; unfortunately I failed to go around the bases. I just hit the ball, pointed at it leaving the park (I really am kind of a pointer, sorry to all offended strippers), and then went and just sat on the bench as opposed to rounding the bases. I will often refer to girls as throwing me curve balls, or walking me to first base, or just lobbing me an easy one right down the middle where all I need to do is swing. Then there is the Grand Slam... never mind; you get the idea.

Anyway, something strange happened the other day while listening to sports talk radio. A local sports personality, David Locke, was talking about steroids and other performance enhancing drugs in baseball making the sport fake. And you know what he used as his analogy?!? SEX! He compared baseball to sex. He said baseball has become that platinum blonde with big fake boobs, fake nails, and a mini skirt, etc. You get the picture (if not see below). We have all seen this girl (I usually point at her). When she first enters the scene she in nice to gander at, but when you spend some time with her you come to realize that there is nothing really there, she’s not that interesting. It is nice to look at for a few minutes, but spend anytime with it and you will grow tired of how counterfeit she is and move on to something else. There is no substance there. This is what baseball has now become; a big blonde hussie!