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with MOS of land combat arms. Lets face it, oh ye brilliant bloggers, sure, any wench can fly a fighter jet, sit in the con seat of a modern submarine, and command a missle destroyer. perhaps even drive an M1 Abrams or an Israeli Merkava. But come on, your squad is cut to pieces in an ambush after typically questionable Army Intelligence (an oxymoron, if there ever was one), you and some fat little six stone minority affirmative action hottie are all that's left of the unit, and she must drag your shot up tuchas back to cover, while the Seals get the Marine jets to lay their worst day down on the heads of the rag tops. How truly weak is your shiite, corporal? Same with police on dangerous calls. Aa.

proto MS13 criminal, welfare add on, jump to the front of line, non English speaking, unskilled, diseased (5 drug resistant TB), arm in arm with ISIS/other terrorist, band of wet backs never to be...is a phenomenon worthy of discussion. All apologies, as this now turns political. For starters, the only difference between this group, and the criminal crossers, before our brilliant POTUS (and a less favorable economy), lies less in numbers, than in apparent organization. And someone is paying the piper for such. When these cholos see all those armed troops, most will settle down. A few brave (drugged up) types may assault the fence, or enter the river, and if hoses don't work, will be rubber bulleted, then, if still persisting, full metal jacketed. The growing Trump base will applaude, and we'll move much closer to a real wall. But true to form, the Dems again misread the tea (party) leaves.Sure, we'll hear the the usual cries of racism from the alt left and the UN. But it'll merely be one more victory in political strategy for our dear leader. Base growing and wall closer. That tingle down the leg is soon to qualify for disability status.

Trolls have come out from under their Bridges and they're louder and prouder than ever! Most should probably be ignored, but not all. Some are entertaining!

Headline News is where trolls are doing their best work though.

If I have to say something nice about Trump, and as trolls go, Donald J. Trump is truly awe-inspiring! There are too many examples to explore, and that's the genius of Trump! He's the terrific and prolific, Troll President!

That was until today. Trump's best 'frenemy', Vladimir Putin has raised the bar and is now the f n King of the Trolls!:

RUSSIA OFFERS SAUDI ARABIA SAME MISSILE DEFENSE IT SOLD IRAN AFTER U.S. SYSTEMS FAIL TO STOP ATTACK


Vlad, you magnificent bastard!

Sometimes you don't know what is your life's journey untill you're on that journey Now you realize that is the only journey that you must face no one can do it for you...
The fate bring someone special on you road to make your journey unbelievable & you will never turn back

For her other 5 photos celebrating her 56th year;

I think we can all relate to this, and wished that we could change something we don't like on our bodies.

When I hit around 13 years old, I had these little boobs that had developed, but then I had started putting on a little weight in junior high. When I was in high school I was pretty thin. I had muscle more than fat, so I was pretty solid, but it didn't look like it because I was very small built. I had always wore a black jacket in high school because I still had these "perky boobs". Yeah, it embarrassed me, so I tried to hide them. I pretty much called my light weight black jacket (members only jacket) my trademark.

When I started work as a cashier at a grocery store chain (Festival Foods) in 1993, we had to wear these green shirt with with words "Festival Foods" in yellow coloring across the front. One of my fellow workers who was just a little younger that me said that my boobs were bigger than hers. Talk about being a little embarrassed by that remark.

I still have those "perky little boobs today. But ya know, it doesn't really bother me as much as it did when I was younger.

If you would like to share yours, feel free to.

Today is chilly, overcast and essentially a bit dreary.
However, yesterday, ah yesterday, was mostly sunny
and the autumn foliage was near peak.
Indeed, at it's peak, depending upon where the camera was pointed & focused.

Thus, I capitalized on the nice weather yesterday and had fun snapping well over 120 photos
between about noon and 4:30 pm, as I hiked several miles through woods, fields, and along lakes.
Towards the end I noticed that my camera battery was getting low, but no big deal, I had 3 others
fully charged in my pocket.

Most of the photos were of the trees & their colorful leaves.
But, prior to that, I also got some terrific novel innovative Halloween decorations on one property,
and much later on shortly before leaving the woods, I encountered a large patient snake, who posed for the camera as well.

All the shots turned out terrific.
I cropped them all to an 8 by 10 (or 10 by 8) perspective last night.

You eventually may get to see a few of them. I haven't decided on that yet.
I may reserve that for elsewhere instead.

Either way, I hope you had as much fun as I did yesterday.
Happy autumn to you all.

It is all Google’s fault. I got tired of the same old ads that Google kept pushing on my Youtube videos. I knew the ads are based on my digital description that the algorithms has built up based on my viewing habits, so I decided to throw the algorithms a few curves. I decided to search for some products that would make the algorithms blow a fuse.

The algorithms focus on major life events, so I cooked one up. I got engaged. I pulled a gender bender, became a blushing bride, looking for wedding gowns, a double whammy on Google. That worked…sort of. I got ads for wedding stuff, but still the same old ads for outdoor sports and motorcycle stuff. I decided to move on to the next major life event. I didn’t wait, because most couples don’t seem to wait anymore either, and the 9+ month waiting period between marriage and baby’s arrival seems to be out the window. I searched for diapers, but got ads for senior diapers. Yecchh! Next I tried nursing bras, a combo punch to the algorithm, both changing gender and having a birth “event”. Bingo! The old ads decreased, but new ones appeared – bra ads. I figured that if I was going to look at boobs, I might as well look at big ones, so I searched for 44DDD Bras

OK. I was now getting a lot of ads featuring glorious bosoms. But then I started getting ads for “the thing”, sort of a compression garment. The ads featured frowning, unhappy ladies, looking in the mirror at bulging dresses, with muffin tops, multiple ripples, and enough love handles for a whole bowling team to take hold. But then the lady pulls up the elastic sleeve as she tucks in all the protuberances, skin aprons, lumps, and blubber bulges. She then pulls down a slinky dress, and Voila! She now smiles at the reflection of a body that looks like a slightly chubby Olympic gymnast.

I used to admire women with a good figure, picturing them jogging, working out at the gym, and picking the diet special when they ate out. Now I have nightmares of meeting a shapely woman, who, upon removing her garments, displays white flesh popping out the top of her clothes, like shaving cream spouting out of a ruptured aerosol can. I see visions of slender figures unleashing what looks like waves of lava, hardening, and overlaid with more and more successive layers, sort of like a human stack of pancakes. I no longer trust my own eyes, and can think of no way to avoid being defrauded, short of joining a nudist camp.

Alas! I now have realized that what I see is not what I will get.

I have lost my faith in Womanhood.