I have a number of friends whom are all much better people than I am. I know most of them don't give a rat's ass what I write, but occasionally, I might piss one or two off. That's why the list is so short, probably... no, just kidding. The list is short because when I make a friend, I try to keep them for life - like a bad virus. So like anything virulent, approach with solid bio-chem protection and minimize contact. Keep cipro and atropine / 2 pam chloride injectors handy in case of exposure. It's for the best. :)
However, for those I do piss off, send me a note via the "Hate Rogers" e-mail device in the column above right, and tell me where I'm going wrong. I never was a biased reporter, and I don't plan to start. I will print both sides of any story or editorial, if I have it. Really. Don't deep six me until you give me a chance to dig myself out of the journalistic hole. Besides, you all mean more to me than any story or political opinion - I'll delete this blog - and everything I ever wrote or painted before I give up on anyone.
Here's your chance to change the world - or maybe influence one other person - to set in motion a thought which could become something transcendent. Just a simple quote - one amazing, original thought in the right mind and heart at the right moment. Nations have been born and reborn due to these small things. Great battles have been won. Fleeting moments have been captured and made timeless.
Be that person. Email your one sentence idea/quote game-changer to Blackstarfish@cableone.net. I'll post them to the Jolly Rogers as I get them. If they spark something special, I'll even write an article on it.
Write. Do something.
Our Second "Perfect Idea" from a reader...
God blessed America and that’s why we are here and free.
- a widowed mother
Our Third Perfect Idea
Find your own unique ways to tell the world "I am not exactly sitting idly by!".
There are things you can do to show you care for, and are concerned about, the future of America, and all it has, and continues to represent, and stand for, thus telling the world that "I am not exactly sitting idly by" and letting you win.
What those things are will be up to you, and will be as varied, and unique, as the diverse make-up of this nation.
I guess the point I'm trying to make is that one does not have to be a Glenn Reynolds, Michelle Malkin, or Dave Rogers, with the name recognition, careers, and traffic, to match, or nominee/winner of anything for your blogging, to make a difference, and make people think.
As you say people need to decide to get off their butts and do what they can : "Write...do something".
Kiril "The Mad Macedonian" Kundurazieff, Santa Ana, Ca.
"A List of Broken Things" - new book by Dave Rogers is done. Only a limited number of these hand-made books have been produced. They have been signed and numbered by the author himself, who has hand-bound each book using an Asian binding method. This is Art. Art is good. Contact me at Blackstarfish@cableone.net for more info. Trust the Jolly.
Want to know who you are descended from?
I recently had my friends at Warrior Roots run a genetic test to determine my ancestry. If you want to know who you are descended from, contact them. They are true professionals and may be able to shine some light on your hidden background as well. I like knowing. You will too. See my post on Nov. 7, 2009 for the whole story.
Like a bad fungus, or chewing gum on the hot pavement, the Jolly Rogers is here. Need a point of view? Borrow mine. Need a custom knife made - I can probably do that, but there had better be a damned good reason for the effort. Need your youthful optimism back... I haven't seen it.
It was probably really small anyway. Good luck finding it.
Need to find love in all the wrong places? Sounds like a personal issue. You need to work on that.
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Taken in 1993, this photo outside of the remains of an international bank at Checkpoint 77 in Mogadishu, Somalia, illustrates what happens when a modern country collapses. For so many, there simply is no escape - no exit.
A city lost.
Just around the corner from that exit sign - the remains of the city of Mogadishu. But it's important to remember, this can happen anywhere.
The Green Line, Mogadishu 1993
Why are there no windows, no electrical wires - sometimes no roofs? People have sold everything they had, looted what they could, stripped whole buildings, just to get enough money to survive. But in many cases, the people were feeding a drug addiction, working for various factions and warlords. We went in to ensure the crooks didn't just steal the food from the starving population. How long did it take for such a monumental collapse to happen in a modern city? Only two years - and they were living a stone-age or bronze-age life amidst the rubble. We are always only spitting distance from the same fate, despite what people may think.
Dave in Somalia
In front of the miles of small makeshift structures at the La Fole ICRC Orphanage about ten miles outside of Mogadishu, in 1993.
Dave in Russia
Standing on Red Square in front of St. Basil's Cathedral, 1986.
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Want an opinion - borrow these.
Cap And Trade - doesn't matter if you buy your goods on the Black Market.
Global warming? Wear a sleeveless shirt.
Cow farts don't constitute a planetary threat if we eat more steak. Planetary threats are massive asteroids about to hit the Earth. We've got Bruce Willis to handle that before.
Worried about energy conservation? Use some global warming literature for kindling. If we replace all the "recycling" bins with "global warming literature bins," we may be able to light cities by burning the accumulated junk. We can even add those silly energy compliant lightbulbs to the pyre - they will no doubt make cheerful popping noises as they go - kind of like fireworks.
Scared of conspiracies like tranquilizers and mood control drugs in the water? Drink Rum.
Worried about lawyers and bankers? Tell the bankers that the lawyers are going to steal their money - and tell the lawyers that the bankers are going to steal their money. That'll keep 'em busy. Then pour concrete on the whole lot of them - much like the Russians did with Chernobyl. If it can contain a nuclear meltdown, it can handle some of society's loud-mouths.
Worried about hot air balloons? Don't stand under them.
Worried about terrorists? Well, they're worried about Predator drones, and maybe hot air balloons too, so don't sweat it.
Concerned about them coming to take your guns? Consider taping them to your body.
Worried about the ebola virus or mutated pig flu? Don't. If you've caught it, you're probably dead anyway - especially if we end up with Socialized health care.
Worried about salmonella in your pistachios? Don't. You're already dying from the Ebola or Pig or bird virus.
Scared of sasquatch attacks? Don't irritate the unknown forest primate.
Concerned about the rest of the wildlife? Try them with a little barbecue sauce and some nice sea salt. They're yummy.
Worried about alien sponges from the Planet Zort? It's too late anyway - they're already sucking the brains out of our politicians, and that's a very small meal.
Worried about Nancy Pelosi - well, I am too, but the alien sponges probably have her on the menu - unless she's really one of THEM, and that's just a Pelosi skin-suit we're seeing.
Worried about being forced to buy and drive a clown car? Load it into the back of your Hummer and drive it around, you'll feel better.
Worried about them coming out with a new kind of recording media - subsequently making your entire collection of Blue-Ray, DVDs, CDs, Video-cassettes, audio cassettes, 8-tracks and vinyl records completely useless? Well don't, because it's never happened before.
Concerned about those who are so concerned? Tell 'em to "shove it," and follow that up with a twangy, "Git off my land."