<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404957403579012137</id><updated>2011-08-18T22:06:43.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The start of the end or the END of a start?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dave-O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283755319483950850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SgxzciJ6-TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lg1yR0agicg/S220/IMG_0055.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404957403579012137.post-1882332244414099405</id><published>2011-08-11T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T21:56:48.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A week with memories = A tough week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQzEcegbsXA/TkSyeahVhZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/CEWo1QHO8Jo/s1600/Aaron-USMC%2Bpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQzEcegbsXA/TkSyeahVhZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/CEWo1QHO8Jo/s320/Aaron-USMC%2Bpic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639828868959667602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OH NOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;, Dave-O is writing another blog, the end of time MUST be here...RIGHT? I mean, it's been forever, hasn't it? HA HA anymore I don't really know. But I do have a few things I NEED to write out. So here it goes, my first blog in a long time so I may be a little bit rusty, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thing one to get off my mind.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACEBOOK.... DUH..DUH..DUHHHHHHHHHH... Now there is a lot of things I dis like about this site, but there are a lot I like about it. But this is my bitch about it today. People want to add you cause at one point in time you were part of their life or you where in their life for a time, but then they go do something like, I don't know, cheat on their husband, and divorce him. Now she took the steps and the actions to no longer be in the picture, so why would she think I would want to be her friend on Facebook if she is no longer in the picture? I don't know but she is one of many that does that stuff. I don't get it. I have OLD and NEW friends on my Facebook, BUT, I or them haven't done anything to push the others out of the picture. OH well, that's that i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thing two on my mind....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent the last week at work, in Atlanta, GA. but as well as spending my week in GA i also spent a week in my head, and lets just say it's been interesting. I fought bad memories with good ones, to ones I'd rather not remember ever to ones I would like to remember everyday. I miss my brothers, a few in particular, and I hate how the only way I can pass on the memory of people like my mom and my fallen brothers to my children and others is through stories and memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Dave, that's not bad, at least your passing on the memories to keep them alive." &lt;br /&gt;says you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's exactly why I hate it, I wish my children could meet these amazing people, Like Aaron, he was so full of life, passion, that even if you were having the worlds worst day you couldn't help but to smile and cheer up while he was running his mouth, lol, but that's what he did, and he was a great brother. Then you got my mom, she was such a golden heart, even with cancer she didn't let CANCER get her down, always kept her head up. She would always say "If one person gets to know the LORD out of all of this, then it was worth it." I know everyone says good stuff about their moms bu mom actually never said an ill word about or to anyone about anyone. An honest to goodness heart of gold. I have more people for this list but hopefully I made my point. I know that this is how it happens and this is how we keep them alive with us, but shouldn't people be able to see people like this for themselves? Instead of taking my word for it? I can't be one of the few lucky people in the world to have been able to meet these people and turn around and tell everyone about them. Or is that what it is? I know everyone "knows" someone with a heart of gold, the ability to cheer you up no matter what, the person who can look you in the eyes and say "everything will be alright" and you know they are telling you the truth, a person that you know will and does have your back no matter WHAT. I guess I just have to accept the fact that my child one day will no people like this and can think back to when OLD DAD was telling them about so-an-so and can know that there are good, no GREAT people in this world and it really isn't filled with shit for people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AND THING THREE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is it, LOL, nothing more...nothing less... I miss my brothers/family/friends that have passed on, and even some that are still here just lost contact with. I guess the underlying thing to this whole thing is, don't forget those you've lost and don't let the ones you have slip through your fingers without you first letting them know you love them or in the least that you appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404957403579012137-1882332244414099405?l=dwbryant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/feeds/1882332244414099405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2011/08/week-with-memories-tough-week.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/1882332244414099405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/1882332244414099405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2011/08/week-with-memories-tough-week.html' title='A week with memories = A tough week'/><author><name>Dave-O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283755319483950850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SgxzciJ6-TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lg1yR0agicg/S220/IMG_0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQzEcegbsXA/TkSyeahVhZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/CEWo1QHO8Jo/s72-c/Aaron-USMC%2Bpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404957403579012137.post-7212247142522522216</id><published>2010-05-11T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T23:55:47.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombies, yes, the long awaited Dave-O rant and thoughts!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, let’s just get started. Zombies, what are they and what can they do? Let’s start with that first one, what are they? People will say that they are the “Living Dead” or Virus Infected creatures. Me, I say that they are a problem that we will have to deal with eventually! &lt;br /&gt;     By definition (I’m just stating what I have read and researched, but no quotes) they are an animated creature most usually humans that isn’t running like a normal being, having an unquenchable taste for flesh, brains and meat. I say these three causes depending on who you’re talking to or what you’re reading. You will get a different definition or response. &lt;br /&gt;     Most usually people refer to a zombie as the “WALKING DEAD”, as portrayed in the movies and sci-fi books. It’s all well and good considering how perfect of an enemy they would be. According to “experts” on this type of zombie are people who are infected with a virus called “Solanum”. It travels through the blood stream reaching the brain where it replicates itself, as it does so all bodily functions cease to exists making the person “DEAD” then after the virus has replicated it “RE-ANIMATES” the person only running on necessary functions. These would be the best enemy to face considering they are slow, don’t realize danger and don’t work together. They are only after one thing and that’s the taste of flesh. Now they are supposed to have an awesome night sight and hearing, but because they are slow, easier to escape. However, they descend upon their prey only being stopped by taking out the brain via head shot basically. Taking out the brain stem kills them. They can’t be stopped by any other means simply because they don’t register pain and they’ll continue to roam the earth until the decay. They don’t register pain so when they push/pull/ grab, they use ALL there muscle strength so they make for a tough hand to hand battle. HOWEVER, because they constantly use their full strength, the muscles break down faster and will put them immobile faster. Now here is my problem with this kind of zombie: &lt;br /&gt;     1) Only using the brain, no use of lungs, heart, digestive, nothing. So how are the muscles going to work without blood flow? Can’t have blood flow without a heart, can’t have blood without oxygen and can’t have oxygen without lungs and so on.&lt;br /&gt;     2) They are created by a virus which according to the experts basically kills the body to reproduce, any kid in middle school will tell you that a virus needs a host and if the host dies the virus only lives for a limited amount of time and according to the “experts”, the body stays dead longer than any virus could survive.&lt;br /&gt;     3) According to the “experts”, these zombies will freeze and simply unthaw in the warm continuing to terrorize the earth until killed or decomposition sets in. I don’t see how this is possible because a virus can’t survive in freezing conditions. It will die as long as the host freezes simply because the virus needs something living to feed off of.&lt;br /&gt;       So there is my explanation of the “LIVING DEAD” zombie.&lt;br /&gt;   Now we got the Zombie that has been in the recent zombie flicks of Hollywood. The FAST moving, semi working together, SUPER ZOMBIE. These are a lil more realistic because these zombies seem to work together, they are faster and stronger. BUT, they are still DEAD controlled by the same VIRUS, but a mutated version according to the new movies. But they still die before becoming a zombie so to speak, they are infected, get really sick, die and wake back up super fast a zombie. They obviously run on the urge for food, a.k.a. YOU and the longer they eat they longer they survive, so in theory you could starve these guys out. Escaping these zombies will be a lot harder and you’ll most likely lose most of your party (if you are in a group) to these guys, simply because they are relentless and fast. BUT not to worry, of course they are living off of food, however, there is a catch that I have seen. These zombies are like the first ones that I discussed before, their muscles won’t be healing themselves so they will break down moving a full strength and speed at all times, in theory.  I would much rather go against these zombies than the next ones I’ll be describing. &lt;br /&gt;     So here are the zombies that I fear the most and will most likely be the closest to the ones that we will have to face. If you have seen the movie “I AM LEAGEND”, then you know where I’m going with this. These zombies will be created from a super virus most likely presented to the human population as a “SUPER CURE” for some or all diseases that plague us. The problem with a virus is that it doesn’t quit mutating. Take the flu for example. The FLU that we had 10 years ago isn’t as strong as the one we had 5 years ago because the virus has mutated to fight off the cures we created for it. The FLU from 5 years ago is nowhere as strong as the one we had last year or this year because the most recent stand of FLU virus has mutated and created an immunity to any anti-virus that preceded it. Hell, take a look at the SWINE FLU, then BIRD FLU sound familiar, yup, an epidemic. This so called “SUPER CURE” virus will mutate and start shutting down the HUMAN side of us such as emotions, the ability to feel, to be compassionate, all the stuff that makes us HUMANS and not animals. These infected beings will start resorting to ANIMAL ISTIC behaviors; they’ll create packs and start hunting anything that isn’t infected for food. Same as the prior zombies I described, the only way to kill them will be cutting the main brain stem, a.k.a. headshot. They won’t become sensitive to sunlight, that’s Hollywood’s way to create a sense of security in us. They will be stronger and faster than humans because they’ll be using their full strength but will be healing themselves from the food they consume. These Zombies won’t be able to survive in cold temperatures or extreme colds, but humans will have a hard time surviving there as well, and where the humans go the zombies will migrate, consuming all that they find along the way. Just like a pack of wild animals. &lt;br /&gt; Now the reason I don’t see the first two types is simply because of the way the “VIRUS” acts to create the zombies. If I’m wrong I’ll eat my words, but will be happy to because those will be the easiest to exterminate. The last ones will be all but impossible to and if they are wiped out humanity will be shortly behind them. Survival will completely fall upon those who are either expecting the apocalypse, the survivalist type person or knowing one of these, lol. Simple as that folks. The reason I think and believe the last type will be the one to fear is well a few reasons. One, the amount of BIO-CHEMICAL WARFARE that all large governments have done research on and the general public doesn’t know about is mind boggling. I say this knowing that Russia has a strand of anthrax in the 1980’s that is stronger than and twice as potent as the anthrax that we all feared after 9/11. It’s a proven fact and documented, and according to the Russian government, it was destroyed. I believe that about as much as I believe there is a Santa clause. If advances like that could be made in the 1980’s and with all the technological advances that has happened since then, who’s to say that the governments haven’t been working on a “drug/virus” to create a “SUPER SOLDIER” or what not, all of which can mutate into something bigger and bader that the creators haven’t looked for yet. And along with that, we are humans; we are constantly trying to improve stuff that doesn’t need improving, fix things that aren’t broken, and make the next biggest baddest weapon “IN CASE WE NEED TO USE IT” or “CAUSE IT WILL HELP US IN THE LONG RUN”. &lt;br /&gt; All in all, I could be completely wrong on all of it and nothing ever happens, then well, I wasted a lot of time ha ha. If something does happen it could be a mix of the three or something that I haven’t discussed here. Or the easiest of the three scenarios happens and survival will be a lot easier than I have predicted. Who knows? All I know is that I think and feel that it will happen eventually and if I’m alive and kicking when it happens my friends have a place with me and I’ll give it all I got to make sure we get out of it alive or give it my all trying. So now that you all think I’ve either lost it, went off the deep end or got something wrong with my psychologically I guess it’s time to sign off for now.  &lt;br /&gt; If anyone actually reads this and has questions, debates or arguments by all means leave a message because I’m down to listen and also defend my position on the issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Dave-O: I’M A BEAST SON!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404957403579012137-7212247142522522216?l=dwbryant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/feeds/7212247142522522216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2010/05/zombies-yes-long-awaited-dave-o-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/7212247142522522216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/7212247142522522216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2010/05/zombies-yes-long-awaited-dave-o-rant.html' title='Zombies, yes, the long awaited Dave-O rant and thoughts!!!'/><author><name>Dave-O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283755319483950850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SgxzciJ6-TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lg1yR0agicg/S220/IMG_0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404957403579012137.post-6440342903264814546</id><published>2010-05-11T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T23:53:29.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does it take to make people understand ANYTHING?</title><content type='html'>(old post, sorry for the time delay :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well I’m here in Kentucky with my family. Usually I’m hearing the “You should move back here.” and “Why haven’t you moved back yet?” speeches from pretty much everybody, but for the second consecutive visit I haven’t heard it! And usually I get into heated debates about my life style compared to my families or about how our thoughts on religion or anything really differ. Again, for the second visit in a row, nothing! I’m thankful because they don’t see anything my way or even willing to listen to anything I have to say, at least I listen to their opinions and respect that it’s their choice to think and believe the way they do.&lt;br /&gt; Well my dad and I were watching a thing on TV about the U.S. / Mexican border and we got talking about the world….and it was awesome! We talked about how the government basically needs to get completely kicked out and all federal governing bodies filled with poor / blue collar people, people that know what it means to stretch a dollar, people that know what it means to have little to nothing. Then these rich, bureaucratic, A-holes will see what it means to be a COUNTRY FOR THE PEOPLE BY THE PEOPLE. Not a government that pampers the rich be-little’s the little guy and tries to take our rights away and tell us that we should let illegals in and treat them as equals, that we need to be a less aggressive country even though we have religious and political groups by the hundreds trying to kill us because of our beliefs and life styles. And it got me thinking about the great Constitution of ours and how the government that is suppose to use and follow it are trying to rewrite it to suite them and their gains. &lt;br /&gt; What about the part of that great document that states that in event the main body government is putting the people into a non-judicial position and start putting states into peril that the state or states can create a militia to govern the state and run the state the way the people want it as long as it’s voted in? WHAT? You all didn’t know about that? I’m not surprised because when these militias (which is perfectly legal to create and run as long as they aren’t breaking any laws) spring up the press (which is run by the government whether you like to admit it or not) giving them nothing but bad press and the government attacks them as ENEMY OF THE STATE and or act as they are terrorist cells. When in fact, they are people that actually know what their rights are and are practicing them. The government’s number one fear isn’t terrorist or anything external; it’s an educated population because it means their cushy little life style is in jeopardy. It means that the people who they are suppose to serve and work for are realizing that they are corrupt and doing stuff that is wrong. For the government its simple fear of education. Do you know that when I and a lot of you were in school, we learned about the Constitution and the Bill Of Rights, the most that majority of children are taught about them now are that they were wrote a long time ago and are our “foundation” of government, but that’s pretty much the extent of it. An uneducated population means the people in power can get away with whatever they want because the population will not question them!&lt;br /&gt; Again this is just my views, but it really gets me when people that WE vote into power positions turn around and shit in our faces.  It’s like they are turning around flipping us the bird and saying “Thanks for the huge pay checks and the ability to do whatever the hell we want and now you can’t do anything about it!!!! HA HA HA”. &lt;br /&gt;       Why can’t for once the politicians that get voted in use their heads instead of their wallets to do what they are suppose to do? Is it too much to ask? I guess it is!&lt;br /&gt; Sorry, this is just a rant that’s been on my mind for a while and finally came to a head and I had to put it down in digits. Well that’s about it for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave-O saying: stay classy San Diego…  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404957403579012137-6440342903264814546?l=dwbryant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/feeds/6440342903264814546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-does-it-take-to-make-people.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/6440342903264814546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/6440342903264814546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-does-it-take-to-make-people.html' title='What does it take to make people understand ANYTHING?'/><author><name>Dave-O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283755319483950850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SgxzciJ6-TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lg1yR0agicg/S220/IMG_0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404957403579012137.post-5746938656939754354</id><published>2010-05-11T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T23:51:53.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is life: yup, it is.</title><content type='html'>(sorry folks no awesome pics for the next couple posts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Well folks it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything on here and there has been a preverbal butt load of things going on in my life. Let’s see, where to start? Got home from the year long waste of life also known as a National Guard Deployment, meet an awesome chick and almost lost her by not following through with trying to get to know her, went to Kentucky to be with the family for thanksgiving (the first time in 9 years), spent a lot of quality time with my family and especially with me mum. For those of you who don’t know, my mum battled breast cancer in 2008 and won. Started talking to that amazing chick again while I was in KY, made it back home to California (yes again LOL), me and said name girl…her name is Kat, started dating, finally started feeling like a human being after many years of being a emotionless harsh shell of a man (that most people didn’t even see) and it’s all because of that amazing woman in my life! Spent Christmas and New Years with Kat and her family and had some fun. Every day with Kat is like a new day, it’s amazing that we haven’t gotten tired of each other and actually enjoy spending countless hours together even if we only sit and watch TV. January came and went, did my first drills with the guard in months, hated it, LOL of course. Then the last week of January a ton of bricks hit me head on… found out that me mum now has bone cancer and is in her spine and she’s not doing good at all. I guess the breast cancer had spread to her spine and was held off from doing anything while she was doing chemo and stuff, idk, but I do know that it was a shocker. Flew to Kentucky on the 31&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; of January and arrived in KY on the first of February, mom wasn’t doing all that good and the doctors weren’t sure what to do or expect. And she made them go “WTF?!?!” yet again, she started doing better, LOL. She still has a long road to go but at least it’s off to a good start for now. &lt;br /&gt;      Now I’m sure a lot of you might have noticed that my grammar has started to improve a lil and my spelling is getting a lil better as well. Well I’m hoping to start college soon and going to need to get in a habit of being grammer’ly correct and Kat is helping me improve my speech and along with that is grammar, LOL it’s a start and it’s in the right directions LOL. Still going to do this blog and going to try to be better at it than before, it’s good for me to get some of this stuff outta my head and it’s also a great way for me to vent and not have to burden anyone else with having to hear me LOL. Just got done re-reading the Zombie Survival Guide, for like the time. Let’s see… can say that even though it has A LOT of great stuff in it as far as tactics and ideas of survival it has the “zombie” that we WILL be facing all wrong. For one, it’s wrote as if it’s based on FACTS as in “reported cases”, well yeah right but whatever, that’s why it’s found in the fiction and comedy sections of your local bookstores. Two, it’s “based” on the LIVING DEAD, as in the resurrected corps from the old zombie flicks, you know what I’m talking about. Loose jawed, slow moving, decaying bodies, unable to think only capable of eating and “hunting” for food (flesh) type zombies. Now here’s why I disagree with this type of zombie for the zombie apocalypse that we WILL be facing. The zombies like that is unable to happen, it requires a body dying, DEAD and then a virus re-animates the corps, turns the brain back on, but only runs the body on bare essentials. In other words, the body doesn’t require food, air, rest, anything that WE need, that is impossible! For the brain to function at all it requires oxygen, simple as that. The zombies described above only eat flesh because it’s instinct or habit from the virus, that’s fine but your still running a body and a brain that require oxygen, oxygen is essential to run the brain, it’s also required to run the heart that pumps the blood to the muscles that the body is using to move even in the littlest forms. Are you seeing how the Hollywood typed zombie like that is pretty much impossible? I hope so because the zombies we will be facing are a lot scarier and dangerous than those old slow zombies. Here I shall elaborate for you…&lt;br /&gt;    The zombies that we will be facing will more closely be like the ones that were featured in “28 Weeks Later”, “I Am Legend”. Humans that came in contact with a super virus that transforms them into beast with unquenchable hunger and thirst that drives the creature’s very existence. I like to think that the zombies that we WILL face will be most like the creatures in “I AM LEAGEND”, simple humans that got infected with a crazy super virus that was designed/created to be a cure for SOMETHING and people got it giving to them. However, there is a problem with viruses, they don’t stop mutating, the flu virus we face this year isn’t the same as last year’s or hell, even the flu from 10 years ago by any means. The virus continues to mutate to ward off any “CURES” as well as your bodies natural defenses. So therein lies the problem, the virus continues to mutate and before you can yell “ZOMBIE” we have an infestation started that no one is prepared for, well most are not prepared for. The virus mutates and becomes most commonly transmitted by the trading of fluids, i.e. biting, blood from the infected getting into the body/blood stream of the uninfected. There will be total breakdown of government, society; even normal humans will begin to act like animals because they will start living on raw un-refined survival skills.&lt;br /&gt;      Well there is a taste of the zombie speech, lol, I’m actually going to be working on a piece about my theories/thoughts/ predictions about the upcoming ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE and yes, I do believe that it will come and all you non-believers can point and laugh at “that crazy Dave-O” and if it doesn’t happen, then my time was wasted, BUT if it DOES indeed happen, you all know where you can come to have a slightly better chance of surviving.&lt;br /&gt;  Well this is it for now, I’m Dave-O saying, Iggy Iggy Baw Baw &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404957403579012137-5746938656939754354?l=dwbryant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/feeds/5746938656939754354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-life-yup-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/5746938656939754354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/5746938656939754354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-life-yup-it-is.html' title='This is life: yup, it is.'/><author><name>Dave-O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283755319483950850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SgxzciJ6-TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lg1yR0agicg/S220/IMG_0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404957403579012137.post-717411748533490348</id><published>2009-09-22T10:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:04:19.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO there i was....uh or was i? i'm not sure any more LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SrkkGHh6m_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/GVDxedQdFAs/s1600-h/19+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SrkkGHh6m_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/GVDxedQdFAs/s320/19+baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384374517017254898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello folks....hello? anyone out there? LMAO well it's been a while since i wrote anything on here. No I didn't get busy or anything like that, just a simple case of the laziniess. HAHA well, as you see, I still ht the gym, thats right folks.... 19 inch's!!!!!!!!!!! So far, biggest I've ever been!!! WOOT WOOT, vanity has a name and it's Dave-O. LOL not really just very happy with my progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well nothing new to report to ya'll. Still on deployment, still boring as can be out here, still hitt'in the gym, only thing really changed is the fact that I'm on the last leg of this deployment! I KNOW HUH, LOL. Don't really have any reason or topic to write about here tonight, mainly decided to kick myself in the seat of the pants and start up again, we shall see how far this goes this time HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, i read an artical that really got me today. A woman had took pictures of her kids and took them to WAL-MART to get developed and the lady who developed them thought the pics were inappropriate pics of kids and called CPS. So this husband and wife had to register as sex offenders, lost their jobs, lost their kids. And at the end the judged ruled the pic to be harmless. Are you ready for this? The pics are the same pics that my parents have of me, hell most of out parents have them of us, and if your a parent most likely have them of your kids, 95% of parents have these pics....the ever so embarassing BATH TUB PICTURES, yes folks the traditional pic that dates back as far as some mother thinking it would be a good idea to take a pic of lil johnny/lil susie in the tub to embarass them in their teen years. HA HA, ONLY IN AMERICA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of ONLY IN AMERICA&lt;br /&gt;can a pizza get to your house in 30min or less but an ambulance takes hours:&lt;br /&gt;is their handicap parking in front of a roller-rink:&lt;br /&gt;drive up ATM's have brail:&lt;br /&gt;and of course we have the right to vote in a rule/law but the goverment can take it away if they "FEEL" like it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to start this off i want to say I DO NOT DO DRUGS! But I find that POT/MARIJUANA/WEED/CHIVA/GANJA to be one of the least harmful "drugs" out there. I'm not suppourting or denouncing it at all. I'm jsut saying that in a past life I've done my share of things, and that was one of the least bad things I ever did. The people of America voted to leagalize it for medical purposes in which you need a prescription for, but becasue the goverment, oh you know GOVERMENT = FASCISM YOU CAN VOTE FOR , decided that they didn't like it and took it back, now only a select few places are upholding the voted in law. Let me lay a few facts, ACTUAL FACTS THAT I HAVE RESEARCHED MYSELF,  on you before you go and start giving me the "DRUG" speach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A former DEA leader has and does state that POT is the least harmful "drug" on the list.&lt;br /&gt;The original draft of the Deceleration of Independance was wrote on HEMP (a.k.a. POT) paper.&lt;br /&gt;Marijuana has more purposes than just to smoke and get high, hemp rope is umong the strongest ropes produced from nature, a acre of POT can produce more paper than 10 acres of trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigerate smoke kills hundreds of thousands of people a year, in the 2000plus years pot has been smoked noone has ever been reported of killed by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POT can help ease pain in AID's/CANCER/and other termanially ill patients that otherwise is in constant pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all this stated some of you will still give me the drug shpill, and you know what I've heard it/lived it/and there is nothing you can tell me that i don't know better than you on this subject, sorry =( but i'm no noob to this descusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand and suppourt the fact that it's a "drug" and people DO abuse it on a regular basis, and it can lead to other things, BUT if they legalized it, altered it through chemistry to be less potent and sold and taxed it, can you imagine that we (the United States) could pull ourselfs outta debt in the matter of a decade or two tops? True fact, but it would do other things too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cops put more people in jail for pot related arrest than most other drugs, makeing it farmable like tobacco will cut that out, and drop the jail population down by at least 7%. I know that doesn't sound like a lot but with the over crowding of jails that a huge difference. And with that the cops will make less focus on the POT and start focusing on more sever things like HERION, or COCAIN, or PCP or even murders and rapes...IDK maybe the cops can actually start doing their jobs....wouldn't that be a change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said some will read this and think I've gone all hippie or what not, that I have not, just find it funny thta so much attention is givin to this lil thing that larger problems are ignored to a degree. And on that note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BELOVED 2nd amendment THE RIGHT TO BEAR ARMS!&lt;br /&gt;They are wanting to pass a new law through the Constitution to make it where WHOEVER is in charge to have the power, thats right folks an open ended law, to add firearms as he or she sees fit to the BANNED firearms list at their likeing. NOWHERE in my Constitution does it say that i have the right to bear arms  BUT only these arms... NOWHERE. I don''t want fully auto assault rifles, they have no place in the civilian population, however because I might want a M4 assault riffle that is semi auto, JUST LIKE I USE IN THE MILITARY, FOR home defense I can't unless it meets all of these guidelines that end up costing more that the rifle itself just to own it legally. Look at states such as Texas, Oklahoma, and pretty much all the southern states that have little to no firearm restrictions...their crime rate is significantly lower than that of like California or New York. Some might say that it's cause the population is lower, IT'S NOT, it's because criminals are to afraid to go into most houses because the homeowner is packing bigger better guns than they can get on the street. Why can't people relize that once the goverment takes control of the things like this they will soon start regulating everything else we do? Like i said folks...GOVERMENT, FASCISM YOU CAN VOTE FOR. But everyone is to worried that because the goverment controls the military that what ever the goverment wants it will get. Well let me tell you that 90% of the military people think along the same lines I do. We want our freedoms more than most because we fight for them, we appreciate them more than most civilians becasue the population never goes with out their freedoms and don't understand the cost of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright folks thats it for tonight. Just a rant from me, I just see certin changes that I'm not likeing and have started relizeing that nothing is goin to get done about it till people start relizing that it's happening. WAKE UP PEOPLE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if i don't stop now i'll go on forever and keep repeating myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE-O OUT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404957403579012137-717411748533490348?l=dwbryant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/feeds/717411748533490348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-there-i-wasuh-or-was-i-im-not-sure.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/717411748533490348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/717411748533490348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-there-i-wasuh-or-was-i-im-not-sure.html' title='SO there i was....uh or was i? i&apos;m not sure any more LOL'/><author><name>Dave-O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283755319483950850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SgxzciJ6-TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lg1yR0agicg/S220/IMG_0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SrkkGHh6m_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/GVDxedQdFAs/s72-c/19+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404957403579012137.post-5563796503127367438</id><published>2009-07-15T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:42:30.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>religion.....an essay? or a way to lose friends? LMAO we'll see</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/Sl5dQaWmf0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/fjOunkOkW5s/s1600-h/devil+sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/Sl5dQaWmf0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/fjOunkOkW5s/s320/devil+sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358823143150878530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay a brief reason for pics, this one has always struck me amazing, a church with the sun set but in the shape of "devil horns" has always reminded me that the strugle between good and evil in constant any and every where. and this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/Sl5dQyxhDkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SBZv1JRjpl8/s1600-h/thetriedangel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/Sl5dQyxhDkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SBZv1JRjpl8/s320/thetriedangel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358823149706219074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is one that i drew when i was in IRAQ the last time. a fallen and bound angle with "evil" eyes lookin upon it. was a depiction of how i felt with the politics goin on that was preventing us from doin our job but now is a depiction to me of religious type bounding and strain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to say this first and formost, we all have different outlooks about religion and beliefs and I will defend mine however if you want to debate feel free I love it lol. Besides you might shine a lil light into my head, or not who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, as i sit here for the 4th day i think, trying to figure out how to get this thing started, and finished, i'm reflecting upon my childhood and UPBRINGING (southern thing) in the church. So i'll start there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was a wee beebee in dipars i was in church EVERY sunday. Good ol' Freewill Baptist. But even from an early age I had a open mind about religion, funny huh? One of my grandfathers is and was a preacher, my dad active in the church singing and a devoted christian, me mum active an devoted christian as well. Both my grandfathers, grandmothers, and a good number of aunts and uncles were all devoted christians and active members of the church.  As I got older of course I was in sunday school which my uncle taught, and bible knowledge was soaked into my brain to stay there for all of eternity, it was expected of me since my familys status with the church and I took and still take pride of my biblical knowledge, now a bit slower on the drawl to repeat it but still there none the less. I lived right down the hill, a short walk through thewoods between my house and church, so when something was goin on at the church or remodeling was takeing place I would scoot up the hill to help out, I enjoyed it a lot, as some of you know and have seen, i do enjoy helping out especially in the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time passes and on about 10 years old I start the dread "goin through the motions" with church, sunday school is no longer challeging to me, I know almost as much as the new teacher since he was a fresh new christian but he looked to me to lead the class. So I moved out to the adult class to take part in theirs. I got flack as to "being to young" but then others did know i was very mature for my age and aplauded me for it. But then it happened. I started noticeing little things here and there that was makeing no since to me, in freewill baptist, women have to wear dresses/skirts, no makeup, no piercings, obey thy husband ( and yes i mean that in some cases to the extream), and a few other things. I found this wrong as to GOD created us to have freewill and there is a difference between honoring and listening to thy husband andbeing a mindwashed slave. MEN: pants/ no shorts, shirts always on (if it's hot jeez by all means take it off but be mindfull of others PLEASE), no pierceings, hair neatly combed, sit up front. Oh and one thing i forgot that will piss a few of you womens off, if a woman has a big quesiton in church she either waits for church to be over and ask the preacher or sunday school teacher, or she ask her hubby and he ask for her, all true but it is Baptist so don't get to crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went on to go to church with buddies and other cousins, when i could. I experinced all types of baptist, non denomination, apostolic, and all the other PROTASTANT religons, they all had things that urked me. I've been to chatholic, experinced muslim (sort of hahahahhahahaha, sent a few to THEIR god) anyway, I've been around in th religious community and all this leads me to this point..... I HATE ORGINIZED RELIGION... talk about brain wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a great church for I don't know, for like 5 years, loved the people there loved/love the pastors, agreed with 75% of what was taught but still was getting very aggravated spiritually. Here is my reasons why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Almost ALL "orginized religion" is one or a few pastors/preachers/fathers  teaching either a set doctrin for that religon OR what THEY are getting out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: EVERY church I've been to there are those people that are HIGH RIGHTEOUS and spend so much time telling you what YOU SHOULD DO that they seems to forget that they are human as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: as well as the what i liketo call the CHURCH CLICK. They are the ones that seem to dictate EVERYTHING that goes on or try to at least. These tend to be people that aren't put into an paticular leader spot but sure do think they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: i'm stopin with this and it gets me everytime i go anywhere, everyone seems to forget that everyone has a different calling. If you beleave that your not supose to watch t.v., movies, eat fast food, whatever maybe thats not my calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'll continue with ME. I, am a tattooed, "greaser" (people love throwing that among other labels on me), smoker (well not anymore but ya know), racer, heavy metal listening, rock n roll loveing, drinker ( not goin to hide it, i enjoy a nice adult beverage so what until i feel i shouldn't i will continue to ), extream lifestyle living, t.v. watching, movie going, fast food eating, club/bar attending man. Oh yeah by the way, I still consider myself a christian, just not one that is in any place to try to promote or be in a leader role of christians. I honestly feel that me and the big man have an understading. I won't blashphem and will honor him, and he lets me be a warmonger thats here to fight the good fight. Now I know alot of people have a problem with almost all of that, well... GET OVER IT, I love GOD with everything that i can, but I'm a warrior spirted person. I'm happiest in a fight. I know a lot of people/christians that have never been in a fight let along anything real major, I live for it, i'm here so they won't have to be. And when I die, hopefully they'll let me into heaven and have a warrior job for me, I don't know, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is if you've experinced half the things i have, been through half the situations i have, or some of the firefights, then you will KNOW 100% that there is a GOD. I was hit by a mortar that landed like 10feet away, should have killed me or fcked me up real good. It put a piece in my upper thigh, a lil piece in my finger and a lil piece in my forehead. I was protected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I think I really just wish that the SELF RIGHTEOUS KNOW IT ALL DO AS I SAY BECAUSE  I KNOW BEST christians would back the flock down, take a step back, and look at whats goin on and remeber that I have a different callin, everyone has adifferent callin so don't be quick to judge me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU SAY I AM A SINNER.&lt;br /&gt; YOU SAY I'M BOUND FOR HELL.&lt;br /&gt; SO WHEN YOUR JUDGEMENT CONDIMS YOU,&lt;br /&gt; I SHALL SEE YOU THERE."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404957403579012137-5563796503127367438?l=dwbryant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/feeds/5563796503127367438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/07/religionan-essay-or-way-to-lose-friends.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/5563796503127367438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/5563796503127367438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/07/religionan-essay-or-way-to-lose-friends.html' title='religion.....an essay? or a way to lose friends? LMAO we&apos;ll see'/><author><name>Dave-O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283755319483950850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SgxzciJ6-TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lg1yR0agicg/S220/IMG_0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/Sl5dQaWmf0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/fjOunkOkW5s/s72-c/devil+sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404957403579012137.post-8720766018227112433</id><published>2009-07-14T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:26:43.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why yes, i do wear my kilt the "traditional" way....</title><content type='html'>HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY NA NA NA NAAAA GOOD BYe....okay should have picked another "song" to open with how bout.."DON"T WORRY, Be HAPPY..." hahahaha anywho, it's me DAVE-O, a.k.a. beast, hahahaha yes it's been a hot minute since i've posted or read ya'lls so forgive me por favor. Went and done some things at another part of the country for a bit, it got really gay, to the point i started wearing CAMIE PAINT (face paint) to emphisize th gayness LOL. heres a few pics....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/Sl0SgP5yYsI/AAAAAAAAAFY/x7Exn2c77Po/s1600-h/5328_104563982186_704197186_2589581_4996613_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/Sl0SgP5yYsI/AAAAAAAAAFY/x7Exn2c77Po/s320/5328_104563982186_704197186_2589581_4996613_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358459476874781378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/Sl0SfheYA0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0KTxC-SbGPo/s1600-h/5328_104563977186_704197186_2589580_4513609_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/Sl0SfheYA0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0KTxC-SbGPo/s320/5328_104563977186_704197186_2589580_4513609_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358459464411775810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/Sl0SfadiBYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/43gT3ccBknk/s1600-h/image200907050001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/Sl0SfadiBYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/43gT3ccBknk/s320/image200907050001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358459462529189250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/Sl0SfLL6KeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Vyr0CURp9do/s1600-h/image200907080001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/Sl0SfLL6KeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Vyr0CURp9do/s320/image200907080001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358459458428742114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/Sl0Se1j55EI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WFuOiQQ7CHY/s1600-h/image200907080002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/Sl0Se1j55EI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WFuOiQQ7CHY/s320/image200907080002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358459452623807554" border="0" /&gt;HAHAHAHA &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there ya have it, LOL, yes i scared lil kids, teenagers, and adults alike, i was the perfect "WICKED CLOWN" LOL. Just to empysize that to do HIGHER OFFICER tRAINING on a DEPLOYMENT is GAY AND RETARDED. thats what they should be doin when we're in the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWHO, lol, nothing new to report at this time as of yet, LOL just wanted to drop on and leave a hello to ya'll, i have one i'm workin on that is well indepth to say the least, One thing I did have up there was TIME to THINK, and some things that have bothered me for a LONG LONG LONG time and was able to sort them out in my head somewhat, maybe be able to get them on the screen so i'll have a lil more room up there LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUt i discovered something that I had forgot. Even when you let yourself go and do some OFF THE WALL stuff people that truley know and accept you for you will be like "WELL IT'S YOU BRO" hahahaha, i love my brothers fo sho. I'm fighting the urge to get into some of my thoughts on this blog i'm goin to save it for the other one, so i'm goin to sign off for now. Take care and stand by for the big one if you dare. It'll be touchy but it's something I've strugeled with for a LONG WHILE NOW, RELIGON......BUH BUH BUHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404957403579012137-8720766018227112433?l=dwbryant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/feeds/8720766018227112433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-yes-i-do-wear-my-kilt-traditional.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/8720766018227112433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/8720766018227112433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-yes-i-do-wear-my-kilt-traditional.html' title='why yes, i do wear my kilt the &quot;traditional&quot; way....'/><author><name>Dave-O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283755319483950850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SgxzciJ6-TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lg1yR0agicg/S220/IMG_0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/Sl0SgP5yYsI/AAAAAAAAAFY/x7Exn2c77Po/s72-c/5328_104563982186_704197186_2589581_4996613_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404957403579012137.post-6102523376670290849</id><published>2009-06-14T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:02:56.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smells like................victory.......someday this wars goin to end......</title><content type='html'>was goin to start off running but figured i would pre-warn ya'll. I'm in a weird state of mind for some reason, maybe all the weapon lubricant and gunpowder smoke i've inhailed today, or the fact I watched One of the greatest movies ever for the millionth time and just now relized how much a charicter and myself is alike (which is main point of this blog, get ready for a interesting journey or so i hope). SO, the movie is Apocolypse Now, a movie about Vietnam, and the chaicter is none other than... Col. Kilgor, the col. is abbrev of &lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colonel, so let us begin.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bPXVGQnJm0w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bPXVGQnJm0w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully you've watched the clip by now. I've seen this movie so many times it's almost sick. Col. Kilgor bit has always and now that I'm in the beloved CAV (calvery) it will always be one of my most favorite movies ever. I was watching it again and the clip that is above hit me hard and good. And it as mainly the last part (yes my title as well) that hit the hardest. so lets break it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer 2: I for somereason feel compealed to write this, not sure why, not sure about it at all, just I FEEL I MUST WRITE IT. IDK we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONT:&lt;br /&gt;COL Kilgor was an insane COL that in the movie made a point to state he was the type of man that just had that glimer in his eye and you knew he was leaveing combat with out as much as a scratch on him. That part is not me, LOL, purple heart to prove that. But throught his part in the movie he is constantly in danger with mortar rounds (which happen to be what got me) explodeing around him, gunshots whizzing by but yet, NOT ONE FLINCH. I'm not here stateing that I'm that hard, beleave me i've done and do still my deal of flinching. But I, like he, seem to breeze by with not a lot of damage done to me, blown up 13 times, of which only one actually done damage with shrapnel, the others only shockwave and concusion. But your getting my point right? I seem (at least to me i guess) to have something special that allows me to do this kinda work with minimal damage. And this is goin for pysiatric as well, I have my issues and all of that but what i'm talkin about is the "emotional" side of it, i have been able to kill off my emotional side to almost 99% of everything so loseing something/someone hurts little to none. It sucks on the point that it killed my marriage, and a good relationship is out of the question afterwards, but I can do this job, a job I love so much, and do it well....NO...GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you get into the fact that he has people goin aginst him. Because of the fact he wants to surf the beach, cause "CHARLIE DON"T SURF" hahahahaahahaha now it's hodjie don't surf, LMAO. The man is on ONE goal, with a couple side missions, but the goal is to take and hold the beach for long enough to surf. It's what he has set out to do and by God he's goin to do it, casue when he says it's safe to surf, IT'S SAFE TO SURF YOUNG CAPTIN. Thats me, if i putout a statment for my peeps saftey they can take it to the bank casue i'll take a bullet for them. But besides that, I tend to dominate when I'm somewhere. I used to keep that part of me reserved, not anymore. I don't do it on purpose but when your a guy my size and as energetic as I am, and well safe to say aggressive i tend to just be there and BE THERE, if that makes sense. It's not bad casue it's in a good way but I have a tendancy to say my piece even when it might not be wanted, OH WELL hahahaha just speaking my mind. HA HA as you read this your probely thinking something along the lines of "arrogant , self righteous , conceded," or any o f that, I am not by any means, mainly the fact that this is my blog and I'm typeing it and I'M the topic especially in this paticualr blog the topic of descussionl But what ever, you'll thinkwhat you will regardless, but remeber I'm happy being me and being myself all day everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lets start with the clip..."YOU SMELL THAT? SMELL THAT!!!? ...what?.....NAPALM SON..." deff me, getting their attention, BEFORE I start to speak hahahaha, I WILL have your undivided attention if i'm makeing a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, the beloved quote "I LOVE THE SMELL OF NAPALM IN THE MORNING" hahahaha LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, and it's a big one, my title and movie quote...&lt;br /&gt;SMELLS LIKE....VICTORY....SOMEDAY THIS WARS GOIN TO END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"smells like" takes a pause to find the right word, no, the CORRECT word. you have to have he correct word to get your point across, but for me it's a personal reason why the QUOTE is a BIG meaning to me and it starts with "SMELLS LIKE....." smells like.....wow, this evening has been full of flashbacks (good and bad) along with deep thinking and it only helped with the shooting range i'm on....but SMELLS LIKE, there is lots of smells that are triggers for me and my jumble memory. The smell of a rotten body in a mourge that hasn't had electricity for a month, never leaves you...EVER. The smell of WHITE PHOSPHERUS, never leaves you or what it smells like burning EVERYTHING. The smell of burning oil fields, of burning bodies, the smell of drying blood (in bulk it seemed), the smell of death in the air/ strong and pungent somethings that will never ever EVER leave your memory and what trigers these smells you may ask. Almost everything that is close associated with it, however, you will never tell if your around me if it's been triggered for I have become a master at not letting it hinder my livelyhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "pause", for me this is extreamly personal. All my life I've been put into that "BIG AND NOT TO BRIGHT" group or train of thought by almost everyone upon first meeting me. Like I said before, I'm a big man, and I was born and raised in Kentucky so that adds to it. But upon meeting me people find I'm actually quiet smart, and wow, kentucky is actually not that "hick" of a place contrery to popular belief. HAHA I love it, but THAT PAUSE.....THAT PAUSE puts me back a few feet cause I PAUSE...ALL THE TIME. Ihave TBI (tramatc brain injury) it's effected my equilrium a little bit but not to much, I stutter a bit, but mainly my memory and vocabulary suffer the most. I have a hard time putting the right or correct word in the place I want it and it frustrates me a lot, esspically since I give classes all the time. I work ULTRA hard at it and you might not even recognize it but beleave me it's there. I work with it, but watching this point in the movie just brought this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VICTORY...such a wonderful tasting word, everyone wants VICTORY. Not everyone gets to experince it in big dosas's. I've experinced both victory and losses, but VICTORY of COMBAT nothing ever comes as good as that. I fought in the ultimate combat...WAR, and I kicked ass. I came out VICTORIOUS. Numerous times even. Gets ya pumped up thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pause again......whats he thinking this time? What am i thinking? I've conjoured up good and bad and REALLY BAD memories/the rush of anger and hatred for my injury that haunts me because of the progress i made growing up and such/brought up my memories of VICTORY!, what else am I thinking about? Only one thing really....the bitter truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEDAY THIS WARS GOIN TO END, i know that someday my internal battles/strugles/hardships/issues/all of this will someday no longer be there. they will be gone and over with, but my question is Can I handle this? Can I handle the fact that I won't know who/what I am? Can I handle and deal with the fact that all I done all I've acomplished everything is just gone........all these memories good and bad help me rember who i am, can i when they leave? When they leave...will it be the end of me physically?mentally? Or will I simply wake up and go"my i'm a 'normal' person now" Who knows? I see it as one more battle...we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that pause, get up, and walk away.   and here is where it gets me. He has a point, did you pay attention to his face during all of this? NO? watch it again. His face, straight and soloem. The man has accepted the fact that what he knows/loves/and lives for will one day STOP. the get up and walk away (to me) is me saying, OH WELL it stops, then i have to adjust my stratagy of survival and continue mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then heres a kicker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched the scene again and it all was something different, and tied it all into one thing for me, i got to thinking about it, and i'm goin to use a listto explain it sorta like i just did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMELL OF DEATH&lt;br /&gt;MAKES ME THINK and remeber all that i've seen/done/witnessed/live for/keeps me going&lt;br /&gt;that VICTORY can and will be reached&lt;br /&gt;MAKES ME THINK that death is what i really know/ i mean truley know/what about all my brothers and stuff that I've lost/is ths all i'm supose to do&lt;br /&gt;SOMEDAY THIS WARS GOIN TO END in me/in the world/in my head/in life/in everything&lt;br /&gt;PAUSE*GET UP AND WALK AWAY* all this is good and all but tim to live each day for everything i can and see what it holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sorta got that out the way i wanted to, but mainly that smell, it was FALLUJAH that I relized that, that smell of drying blood and tissue, the sounds of bullet cracks/mortar whistles/beautiful machinegun fire, agonizeing painfull scream, utter fatigue, and seeing and doing some things i have had to, oh and DEATH even of my comrades all add/subtract/multiply/divide/and fraction in to VICTORY. It was a very grim reality when I figured/discovered it. My best friend AARON, K.I.A. was for Victory, towel head was for victory, and everything else was/is for victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final conclusion...not sure I'm ready got this war to end yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of this is/was wrote for a symathy response, I am not thinking about suicide, I am happy to be alive, and all of that, like i said, my mind is a maze, it's like that painting of all the stairs goin everywhich way, but somehow i manage to get things out of it, LOL. I'm fine all, just in a weird one. Until next time, do me a favor, thank a war vet for what they've done/and sacrificed. I know you all do, and I know we all act like "OH PLEASE STOP" but we all truley LOVE the fact that people actually DO care and appreciate us. And please not me, LOL, you all thank me enough, oh and if at all possible, NO DISRESPCT but please make it a guy that actually fights/fought not some truck driver that does nothing but drive and gets a COMBAT VET title, should be reserved for the men who actually do the FIGHTING....okay dave calm down.....alright......1........2.......3...4..5..alright, whewsorry just hate how A LOT of people ride on the actual fighters backs doin nothing but get the benifits, i don't understand. well good night all, and voices..........keep it down tonight Dave-O needs sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404957403579012137-6102523376670290849?l=dwbryant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/feeds/6102523376670290849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/06/smells-likevictorysomeday-this-wars.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/6102523376670290849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/6102523376670290849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/06/smells-likevictorysomeday-this-wars.html' title='smells like................victory.......someday this wars goin to end......'/><author><name>Dave-O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283755319483950850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SgxzciJ6-TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lg1yR0agicg/S220/IMG_0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404957403579012137.post-8659135845992775523</id><published>2009-06-10T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:28:54.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wear your gloves, there are bugs out there...</title><content type='html'>Okay a lil explaniation...the title was something actually said to me today by a suprivisor and he was serious about the bugs. Got to love people that don't leave the base and are put in charge of people that go off the base everyday. LOL gotta love POG's (personel other than GRUNT). Oh well. Well it has been a lil bit since my last post and might even be a while till my next one casue of some training i'll be doing. Some high speed stuff that is envy of SWAT people LOL. HELLS YEAH! Anyway goin to be all crazy for a couple days and will be without internet for a couple days around saturday. So for once a break in blogs shall be excusable. Well want to throw some congrats out in my blog today, Got wagner daughter #2 graduating the 8th grade, had a friend grad high school this week, and if I'm not mistaken a cousin back in kentucky graduated this week but not completly sure on that one LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really to post so I'll post a video for entertainment, one of my top favorites for the simple fact me an a friend are like this when we are in the car together, you know what i"m talkin bout. Those people just acting a striaght fool on the road danceing singing and whatnot in the car, YUP thats US...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cKNzEvK_5u8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cKNzEvK_5u8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUHAHAHAHAHA that dude is crazy haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm bored,tired,running on empty and got a LONG F'n DAY tomrrow, so i'ma call it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;superman if flyin through the city when he sees a lil boy cryin&lt;br /&gt;Superman: lil boy, why are you crying who do i need to beat up?&lt;br /&gt;LIL BOY: I laughed at Chuck Norris and he punched me&lt;br /&gt;Superman lookin around a bit scared: I told you not to mess with him.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i know but chuck norris jokes are so funny hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404957403579012137-8659135845992775523?l=dwbryant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/feeds/8659135845992775523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/06/wear-your-gloves-there-are-bugs-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/8659135845992775523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/8659135845992775523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/06/wear-your-gloves-there-are-bugs-out.html' title='wear your gloves, there are bugs out there...'/><author><name>Dave-O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283755319483950850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SgxzciJ6-TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lg1yR0agicg/S220/IMG_0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404957403579012137.post-6652965233102921802</id><published>2009-06-06T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:37:10.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*insert whitty title here*</title><content type='html'>So, I've been looking at this blank screen for like 45minutes now and still nothing has come across my mind to put down. It's interesting honestly, how my mind goes 100mph all day long, sit down to write a blog and it stops working, LOL. So I figured I would just type what I'm thinking and see where it takes me.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't life interesting? I mean, really? Married at the ripe ol age of 20. Was married for 4years but together for like 5 and a half. Seperated in 08' and boy did she hate my guts for a couple weeks or months. I mean I did kinda diserve it, I started the seperation, (no cheating or anything PTSD and other reasons for it). Been a up and down relationship for the first year of seperation FO SHO, leveled out to good friendship, started deployment and screewed up in my personel life and EVERYTHING was hurting cause of it, and finally smothed out where me and her are great friends now, i mean we talk about almost everything, give each other advise and help each other when we can with what ever it is the other needs help with. It is actually quiet awesome that we can be divorced and it not be the typical ass pain and fighting that seems to be the normal for it. I mean, we know intamate secerets about each other that noone else knows, WHO knows me almost as well as I knowmyslef? SHE does. It's amazingly awesome FO SHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of screewing up. HAHA. Did I pull a bad one. Long story short. I met a chick, thought she was cool, meet her baby, fell in love with the baby, beautiful lil girl (you guys know me, i'm a softy for babies and puppies, LOL, man i sounded gay there). Was already in a bad place in my life with no job, only a couple bounceing gigs, friends droping me like a bad habbit cause I was becomeing that dead beat friend, and just over all ruining my life. Then I got activated with my unit, started getting myself together relized what I had done and spent the next 2 months getting shit straightend out. And finally I stand here to day straightened out for a couple months now going, "GEE HIND SIGHT IS 20/20, but looking back it's still a bit fuzzy" I made mistakes and what not, but if I haven't apologized to you and I hurt you durning that time I'M SORRY. Not words that comes outta my mouth very often but I'M SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I can get goin off of very little and write so much. Never stops amazing me. And i'm sure you all are thinking "IF YOU'D LEARN TO SPELL IT'D BE EVEN BETTER" haha and it's true. I tried doin a spell check on one of my blogs, TO DAMN many poped up hahahaha. So If it get to hard to read let me know and I'll work on it a bit cause it's only goin to improve myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gun control, step one...don't piss me off. hahahaha was reading an artical about some state, can't remember which one, talking about passing a law that would completly outlaw the following: any high-powered rifle (hunting rifles included), any pistol over the caliber of .357 (so good by to 40, 44, 45, 50 calibers which is the best ones-especially for home defense), any black powder muskets over the caliber of .45. I was set back by this, so if your a hunter and this passes your hunting with SHOTGUNS, low caliber pistols, or BOWS baisically. But one good OL'BOY war vet, also NRA member, VFW member, and well respected PREACHER of a local church stood in front of the state legeslation and stated, and i'm not quoteing this and if i remembered where i seen it i would post a link, BUT HE BAISICALY SAID THIS: " ladies and gentelman, if this law passes the criminals will have better weapons that the law biding civilians do, wildlife will run amuke becasue the hunters are unable to maintain the population as they have been the past 8 decades (they had a huge problem with wildlife i guess? haha), adn the simple fact that I HAVE tHE RIGht TO BEAR ARMS will be getting handcuffed and whats after that? One arm gettin cut off, and before you know it, that will be all gone. Further more ladies and gentelmen, if this law does pass and the law comes to my house to reposes my firearms they will be amazed to hear that I was duck hunting with all of them in my boat out on ONE OF OUR MANY DEEP LAKES and capsized loseing ALL my firearms..." I guess a month after all that happend the state wisined up and threw that one out and substituted one that limits assualt rifles and something else. HAHAHAHA it GREAT to know that ONE man with a voice can still make a difference in this polluted HIPPIE, green, save everyone except america OF A NATION that we have become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of this I bid thee farewell, untill next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a great war quote that goes a lil something like this..."We're surrounded, that about sums it up" can someone do the foot work nd tell me who it was?10 points awaits it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and heres ya a cute animal pic of the day....NAH here's a beautiful pic of pute BEAUTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SisZbVikHgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AH3nNOSaTf4/s1600-h/76313-004-ECF36817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SisZbVikHgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AH3nNOSaTf4/s320/76313-004-ECF36817.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344393340234505730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404957403579012137-6652965233102921802?l=dwbryant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/feeds/6652965233102921802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/06/insert-whitty-title-here.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/6652965233102921802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/6652965233102921802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/06/insert-whitty-title-here.html' title='*insert whitty title here*'/><author><name>Dave-O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283755319483950850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SgxzciJ6-TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lg1yR0agicg/S220/IMG_0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SisZbVikHgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AH3nNOSaTf4/s72-c/76313-004-ECF36817.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404957403579012137.post-393095350950851551</id><published>2009-06-05T16:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:01:10.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only losers talk about their best, the winners go home and fuck the prom queen</title><content type='html'>WELL WELL WELL, it is butt crack early saturday morning, everyone in my room is snoring like no other, I'm just back from the gym...WIDE AWAKE, and figured I should write a blog since i haven't in like a week or something. Man monday through thursday is slow as hell, then BAM it's saturday and your like ....WHHHAT? (the h's are pronounced like hebrew or arabic...flem in other words). And what an interesting week it has been...NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH, Ms. Paula to my suprise and i'm glad i did, I found funny dog pics, which is good, cause I dispise cats and dogs are like the coolest animals in the world anyway, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SimuNvWVzzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/utgZr6U6JE4/s1600-h/funny-dog-pictures-sub-woofers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SimuNvWVzzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/utgZr6U6JE4/s320/funny-dog-pictures-sub-woofers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343993983923506994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SimuN18begI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Gi7Fykto4Gc/s1600-h/funny-dog-pictures-clouds-poopd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SimuN18begI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Gi7Fykto4Gc/s320/funny-dog-pictures-clouds-poopd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343993985693874690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SimuEshKyRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MEWNtM3wHOU/s1600-h/128861485351212074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SimuEshKyRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MEWNtM3wHOU/s320/128861485351212074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343993828544792850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SimuEgkXRtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ozEIMMthvdk/s1600-h/128812197735313834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SimuEgkXRtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ozEIMMthvdk/s320/128812197735313834.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343993825336968914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SimuEb9YTVI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-QEAZ_82wEM/s1600-h/128800844466463200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SimuEb9YTVI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-QEAZ_82wEM/s320/128800844466463200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343993824099716434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SimuEH59p3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/NE5D9aF25o0/s1600-h/128742072840410113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SimuEH59p3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/NE5D9aF25o0/s320/128742072840410113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343993818716678002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SimuEOS8tYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/peoQtt4Ckvg/s1600-h/128711711632372797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SimuEOS8tYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/peoQtt4Ckvg/s320/128711711632372797.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343993820432086402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course my favorite one is the one "I COME WITH TWO SUB WOOFERS" ahhahaha come one, if this heartless bastard "someone called me that today...LONG story", can LOVE a dog then there just had to be at least one of these that you liked....but mine is the PIT cause I LOVE PITS and I'm goin to get one, and if California ever tries to pass that NO PIT BULL law they'll have the fight of their life on their hands, I PROMISE!  PUNISH the deeD not the breed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANywho, moveing on. I'm sure your wondering about the "HEARTLESS BASTARD" comment, or not, you could be there going "OH NO HERE HE GOES TELLING ME SHIT I DON'T WANT TO HEAR" well, heres a thought for you........LEAVE MY PAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a couple of us were discussing a couple litter of puppies that are mommy-less and are out at one of our OP's (observation points). They are barley living, mainly off of the soldiers that are out there everyday,  they are growing up (the ones that will survive) as wild stray dogs. And a lot of them are comeing down with PARVO (if thats how you spell it) a bacterial disease that affects small dogs i.e. puppies. I seen it A LOT when I was growing up on the farm, we would lose a couple litters of puppies ever two years or so because of it. So, someone said something about them, and I simply stated that if they are out there when I go out next time (who knows when or If that's ever goin to happen again but not because of my statment LOL :P) and the puppies are still there I was going to take care of all of them. And the idiot didn't know what I ment and asked me, and thats when I told him, "IF they are stillout there I'm goin to put them out of their and our miserey" and thats when he called me a heartless bastard, and then the stuborun son of a milk cow wouldn't hardly listen to my reasoning. They are not ALL goin to survive puppy-hood, they are starving to death, malnuretied, sick, and going to become a nusence to the community along with the other hundreds of stray/wild dogs here. I would be doing the puppies and the community a service. Now don't get me wrong, I LOVE DOGS, LOVE THEM, i call big St Bernards "LIL PUPPY DOG" and play with them, LOL. I just also know what kind of problems wild/stry dogs cause and stuff. Plus the abuse they suffer just trying to survive. Well I'm sure not all of you agree with me but so be it, I don't care, unless you see whats goin on out here with the situation or know what I'm talkin bout you'll have a hard time understanding it. It's not like there is a dog catcher or a humanes society out here, LOL. ANYWHO, now that I've lost half of my readers lets move onto something that might make the rest of ya leave, leaving me and the voices, so thats 1 plus 4 plus 3, okay so I still have a squad here, I'm cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO are you ready? This part chaps my ass bad. We were doin some medic training and watched a video of Marines taken out a bus of towel heads. Okay first off there is a difference between an Iraqie/middle eastener and a TOWEL HEAD/SAND NIGGER . Sorry folks, welcome to reality, it's not all peaches and bubblegum. I'm not raciest by any means, I have less white friends than any other ethnic group. BUT I HATE HADJIE (hod-gee). NO LOVE AT ALL. Well one of the guys thats been in longer than jesus has been alive OH YEAH and never seen combat or a war zone in his life, makes the comment "WHATS WITH ALL THE HATE GUYS? THEY ARE HUMANS TOO" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took everything in me to hold back and hang onto my military bearing. It's been eating at me for the last couple days hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off The reason I can't be promoted to Sergant is cause here in the guard there isn'ta time limit one person can hold a rank before promotion, so you get guys that are to scared to move up in rank casue they aren't good leaders or are just pussies in general, they stay the same rank till they retire. screwing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, How can a man thats been in the Army since before I was born NEVER SEE COMBAT? I mean shit, theres been GRENADA, DESERT STORM, Operation Iraqi Freedom, Afganastan. HOW THE HELL IS THAT POSSIBLE? And then try to correct me when I making split decisions that he should be makeing but becasue he is slower than a snail  make them to speed things up. He has the balls to tell me I"M DOING IT WROnG because bymanual blah blah blah, but the StaffSergant an medic are going "HEY he's doin what would save a life, might not be pretty but it works". Hell he can't even remember how the freakin neddle goes to stick for an I.V., but he knows best? He had never experinced hate like I, and when I say I I'm talking about the majority of combat vets,  have. He doesn't know how it feels to KNOW the uncertinty to KNOW that the next door WILL be your last and are suprised when it isn't, HELL being suprised when you make it through the day nd still alive, MAKE it through the deployment and back to the states and still be alive. NOONE KNOWS THAT UNLESS YOU'VE BEEN THERE. But we have quit a few SERGANTS that "KNOW", hahahahhaha HELL NO YOU DON'T, if you were in a combat zone, AND I MEAN A ACUTAL COMBAT ZONE not some NON-COMBAT JOB in a "COMBAT ZONE" because you are a POG (pronounced PO-GA stands for PERSONEL OTHER THAN GRUNT and GRUNT is for infantary and anyother combat arms related jobs the real fighting men), reason I'm saying all of this is because if I do it in real life, I'll have half of my squad ready to try, notice i said TRY, to hurt me becaue this is them. BUT "they've been there" eat a dick you commie bastards. Why is it if your so high speed and know how to do all of it, I a lower ranking YOUNGER soldier than yourslef is correcting you? Why is it that soldiers actually listen to me before you? Is i becasue I'm a bettr leader? YES! Is it because I've actually done this in a REAL combat zone? YES! Is it because you suck as a sergant but there is no REAL way to demote you casue you mangage to piggy back on my achevments for your own? YES! wow I think I've solved half of the shit bag problem here in my unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BACK TO HADJIE...KILL THEM ALL. It's bad that a store owner in Vista that I frequent is an Iraqi and tells me THANK YOU FOR KILLING THOSE STUPID TOWEL HEADS, MAYBE ONE DAY I CAN GO BACK AND LIVE IN PEACE WITH MY FAMILY THERE. Is that bad? NO, You know why? Cause he has the same hate in his heart that I do, I know he bible tells people to forgive and forget, to "TURN THY CHEAK". You know what that works for 95% of you and the population, but let me tell you what works for me...WAR. There are some of us on this earth that OUR purpose is to fight for everyone else, to bear the cross of demons and war so the majority don't have to. If you know me personally then you know I sleep, well I sleep pretty much not at all. I push myself to exhaustion before sleep. It isn't so much that I do it because my body won't let me sleep, I do it cause when I lay downto sleep, and my brain goes into idle, I can't even begin to discribe to you what comes to the surface, faces/sounds/images/thoughts/memories: all of this I bear cause not everyone can do this and not go suicidal or homicidle for that matter, i mean look at the stats. Same reason I am unmedicated, cause those things, pure hell let me tell you, are on surface all day casue meds turn me to zombie and thats not me. But I have made peace with MY CROSS/BURDEN/DEMONS and and carring it proudly, and enjoying it casue I know that I'm doin this so my CLOSE FRIENDS and FAMILY don't have toexperince these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well voices, I think it's time for bed wht do you say? Yeah me too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave ya with this point to ponder, no, more of a point that I like to say when people start trying to tell me that I'm a heathen, or jsut try to tell me who "I SHOULD LIVE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't analyze my beliefs, and i won't pick out the flaws in yours.&lt;br /&gt;and:&lt;br /&gt;You say I'm a sinner,&lt;br /&gt;that i'm bound for hell.&lt;br /&gt;So when your judgement condeems you,&lt;br /&gt;I shall see you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night everybody&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404957403579012137-393095350950851551?l=dwbryant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/feeds/393095350950851551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/06/only-losers-talk-about-their-best.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/393095350950851551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/393095350950851551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/06/only-losers-talk-about-their-best.html' title='Only losers talk about their best, the winners go home and fuck the prom queen'/><author><name>Dave-O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283755319483950850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SgxzciJ6-TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lg1yR0agicg/S220/IMG_0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SimuNvWVzzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/utgZr6U6JE4/s72-c/funny-dog-pictures-sub-woofers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404957403579012137.post-9050173503700761719</id><published>2009-06-02T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:50:35.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so stop me if you heard this one...HEY HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED YET...</title><content type='html'>HELLO HELLO HELLO, tis I Dave-O. You know that guy that you can' go a day without thinking about.....NO, the other one...no the other on..yeah I'm that one. SOOOOOO, hahaha ALPHA MALE DaveTurd put up a photo to make me slow my role, LOL, of him and a monster can. I have to respond seeing as I'm the young male trying to become the alpha and all that nature stuff, *everything pauses except me, as I turn to the camera* If you don't know, there is always a younger male trying to take over the alpha male in most packs/herds/groups of animals, in this case I'm makeing a comdic refference implying DaveTurd is ALPHA and I'm the young buck * returns to normal stance and everything unpauses*. HAHAHAHAHAAHA sorry, more Famliy Guy today....another blog prehaps... so here is the pics in cronological order, the last to is mine, the LAST one is a zoom in to show it isn't a doctored pics for all you people out there that comb my blogs with a fine tooth comb looking for the next big consperacy....you know cause I'm that famous and awesome....NO?.....it's all in my head?....HUH........OH YEAH... so here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SiWu19azLPI/AAAAAAAAADI/A0fRRR4zEqk/s1600-h/gettin+there.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SiWu19azLPI/AAAAAAAAADI/A0fRRR4zEqk/s320/gettin+there.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342868774988229874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SiWu2G6EPyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/3iG3JWZ-on0/s1600-h/daveschallenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SiWu2G6EPyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/3iG3JWZ-on0/s320/daveschallenge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342868777535291170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SiWu2mzRFiI/AAAAAAAAADY/npYf-adhIAI/s1600-h/WHAT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SiWu2mzRFiI/AAAAAAAAADY/npYf-adhIAI/s320/WHAT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342868786096707106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SiWu2nIQf2I/AAAAAAAAADg/2bnvcBpMp6k/s1600-h/zoomin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SiWu2nIQf2I/AAAAAAAAADg/2bnvcBpMp6k/s320/zoomin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342868786184748898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OKAY, disclamer....I am not CONCEDED or a loser of VANITY, I'm just proud of the progress I have made in the matter of 3 months, and besides ask my ex-wife, my arms have always been one of my best quality's oh and my eyes...so all you single ladies out there..... OH OKAY, disclamer number 2 (haha i said number 2) That monster can is a 16 oz can Not sure what size daveturd's was so I'll wait on his retort later. NOTICE though how i use the arm with the CRAZY or "SMILE NOW" clown...LMAO got to be one of if not my most favorite tattoo thus far. ANYWHO, moveing on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To awnser some questions or statments or what ever you call them. Dave the "INVISIBLE INK" tattoo that you seen was a special ink that is UV "BLACKLIGHT" light visible, don't know to many artist useing it but thinking about getting one. I already put this as a comment on you blog but figured I would repost it, kinda useless since the only ones that read this are majority your readers LOL but what ever.&lt;br /&gt;ABBIE, I would never crush you with a hug sweet :P hahahaha and thanks for the EMT comment, I'm looking forward to starting my training, A LOT actually, be a nice pace change for me and a nice job since BOUNCEING and BODYGUARDING jobs were getting hard to find before I left LOL.&lt;br /&gt;PAULA: here's a pic for ya to tone down the testosterone on this paticualr blog, I found it quiet amuseing, even though I HATE CATS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SiWxFV8_F3I/AAAAAAAAADo/FCjxdUhcU4w/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-keeps-baby-warm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SiWxFV8_F3I/AAAAAAAAADo/FCjxdUhcU4w/s320/funny-pictures-cat-keeps-baby-warm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342871238295361394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;got to luv ICANHASCHEEZEBURGER.COM they got some great stuff, but I always wonder, HOW THE HELL DO PEOPLE GET THESE PICS? I mean I owned a cat once and yeah he done some crazy things but unless I had a camera out and ready all the time I would never get any of these crazy pics....hummmmm maybe my cat was broken... OH WELL at least the baby looks like he's happy, i mean look at that lil booger, hehe smileing in his sleep. ON the other hand maybe he just filled the dipar up with a suprise for mom, Or he farted and waiting on the cat to smell it....ORRRRRR he's thinking about what a hard day he has after his nap, you know EAT/POOP/EAT/POOP/GET HELD BY EVERYONE/POOP/EAT/HAVE EVERYONE GWAKE OVER HIM TELLIN HIM "your so cute"/POOP/SLEEP oye vay, to be a baby hahahaha, you ever notice how the cycle of life is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BABY:&lt;/span&gt; born bald,toothless,naked,wear a dipar,have to eat soft food, fart people think it's cute,and a lot of sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OLDER BUT NOT OLD&lt;/span&gt;: hair,teeth,HAVE to wear cloths or you go to jail..long story,only wear a dipar if you got one of those sick fetish's or a mommy issue...ewwww *fully body shudder*, eat whatever you can cause your in a hurry to be everywhere and nowhere at the same time, fart people think your a disgusting neanderthal, and can't seem to get anywhere enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OLD...OLD person&lt;/span&gt;: bald or balding, toothless or getting there, naked if your THAT old man or YOU JUST DON'T CARE ANYMORE cause in your day.... hahahahaha, wear a dipar, have to eat soft food, fart and people think it's cute, and a lot A LOT of sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUhAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, my head is VERY random....All i wanted to do was post that pic for ms. paula and look what happened, wonder what would happen if I posted a pic of a atom bomb...hold on let me find one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SiW04_A8O1I/AAAAAAAAADw/mhYYmmNQ150/s1600-h/BOOM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SiW04_A8O1I/AAAAAAAAADw/mhYYmmNQ150/s320/BOOM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342875424026016594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;humm, nothing yet....OH WAIT got somethi...no left me...nope here it is it'..no left again...OH WELL moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well as much as i hate to say it, i think i have taped this well dry for tonight :( I know I KNOW, sux huh and you haven't even really gotten your fill of Dave-O yet huh? I know cause the FDA says you should get this much Dave-O in your daily life....okay since you guys are awesome here is a video of one of the greatest charicters in a cartoon ever, LOL KING JULIAN...hahaha love that dude, he's off the wall crazy, LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gUCENHqr7b4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gUCENHqr7b4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well all until the next time here have another sacrifice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, is it considered a hostage situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404957403579012137-9050173503700761719?l=dwbryant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/feeds/9050173503700761719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-stop-me-if-you-heard-this-onehey.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/9050173503700761719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/9050173503700761719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-stop-me-if-you-heard-this-onehey.html' title='so stop me if you heard this one...HEY HAVEN&apos;T EVEN STARTED YET...'/><author><name>Dave-O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283755319483950850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SgxzciJ6-TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lg1yR0agicg/S220/IMG_0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SiWu19azLPI/AAAAAAAAADI/A0fRRR4zEqk/s72-c/gettin+there.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404957403579012137.post-1586446771862683379</id><published>2009-05-31T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:08:27.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DO YOU HEAR THAT?.....the sound of how absolute awesome I am!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SiMcOaS0k8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/1mJXkmAYhR0/s1600-h/gettin+there.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SiMcOaS0k8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/1mJXkmAYhR0/s320/gettin+there.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342144616893551554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA so lets start tonight off with some hardcore amount of testosterone...AS you can tell (of course that is if you know me in R/L and before I deployed) I've grown a huge amount since I left the states! And thats just good ol' Protien (NITRO-TECH maybe if i plug it and I become famous they'll just give it to me cause that stuff gets expensive), and NOxplode (again shameless plug). If you don't know please let me clareify, NOxplode is a NITRIC OXIDE supplement that lets your viens open up as much as possible allowing MAX blood flow to you muscles, this helps with fatigue-tierdness-recovery-pretty much everything, PLUS it's like an energy boost to allow you to complete a harder workout to the fullest. I'm sitting at 257 pounds with 21-23% body fat, so not doin to bad at all, woot woot. Ultimate goal...to be as strong as I can by the end of deployment, and tonight was a corner stone of the epic I call life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I maxed out (doin the most amount of weight you can do one complete time  on your own) on bench press tonight...are ya ready?........did 305lbs...felt great and did 315lbs!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YEAH SON, that right I'M A BEAST SON!!! WOOT WOOT. So offically 315lbs is max feltlike I could do a lil more but I was happy with that so I know what I can or can't do next time!!! It's the most I have EVER  put up, EVER.  MAN I'm all excited like a gurl gettin asked to the dance by that boy she's been crushin on for EVER, LMAO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA any whoo.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nothing really goin on today, played softball, then dodgeball, the caped the day off with a couple games of volleyball, LOL greeat day YAYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today did get me thinking just a bit...and before you freak out...don't forget to unplug your head phones, DUMMY...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a semi-athletic guy, I like to play some sports, not great at any really, I mean FOOTBALL and RUGBY are my two best, mainly because I get to inflict pain and suffering on people butya know. LOL.  But sports like softball,baseball, tennis...not my thing haha. I'm a big bulky guy, got up to bat and it reminded me why I didn't play in school, LOL, I got 2strikes, 3 balls, and 2 slop pitchs finally on the final pitch it was hit or sitdown, I MADE CONTACT, and sent that ball on vacation, LOL. IF I make contact you can bet that ball IS goin somewhere, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever get that feeling that you just want torip someones face off, wipe your ass with it and then put it back on their bare face backwards for ultimate insult? NO? It's just me? wow....uh....here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SiMkBiGhyKI/AAAAAAAAADA/ILNq_1Lzrbc/s1600-h/funny-pictures-the-cheeseburger-hunting-club.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SiMkBiGhyKI/AAAAAAAAADA/ILNq_1Lzrbc/s320/funny-pictures-the-cheeseburger-hunting-club.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342153191744194722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'm a very aggesive person By nature, but have gotten a lot more here recently, well since deployment began LOL :D HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. ANywho, I have dirty nasty poloticians, liars, cheats, scum bags, anyone who is a fake or poser, Well leaveing the gym, I happened to glance up at the T.V. and there was some new thing from somewhere and it was this "TRENDY" PUNK SKATER talkin about how "hard it is being a punk and skater 'where ever the hell he lived'" Then the funniest thing happend, I JOKE YOU NOT, he said he had to leave cause his mom was taking him to debate team, which he threw in was one of 3 after school activities he's doin so he can get into a good college someday..............WHAT THE HELL? OH YEAH BRO, your a hardcore skater punk HUH? haha poser....Why can't people just be happy with who they are or at least try to be something that they can be without their "lives" contredicting what "they are" hahahaha, oh yeah, wish I would have seen that before I worked out....fucking posers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, DAVE, if you are goin to get a tat before I get back let me know and I'll get ya an appointment to talk to my tattoo guy, he's the one thats done my Iron crosses/clover/and arrows, he does great work, and he might give ya a deal since your my homie. Just throwing it out there. Man I can't wait to get more ink when I get back, goin to get my back piece done and my two half sleeves!!! WOOT WOOT!!! HAHA and I'm goin to become a EMT/PARAMEDIC and later a FIREFIGHTER, but wouldn't it be funny to have a EMT running up to you to help..lets just picture it for a min... your hurt or whatever, here come the EMT's for help you look up and there is a 6ft2in 260lbs tattoo'd dude running up to you....LMAO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA just sounds hella funny to me, HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I'm off for the night, actualy have to work tomorrow, until then CATCH YOU ON THE FLIP SIDE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If you try to fail and you succeed, which have you done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a man is standing in the middle of the forest speaking and there is no woman to hear him, is he still wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, is it considered a hostage situation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404957403579012137-1586446771862683379?l=dwbryant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/feeds/1586446771862683379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-you-hear-thatthe-sound-of-how.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/1586446771862683379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/1586446771862683379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-you-hear-thatthe-sound-of-how.html' title='DO YOU HEAR THAT?.....the sound of how absolute awesome I am!'/><author><name>Dave-O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283755319483950850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SgxzciJ6-TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lg1yR0agicg/S220/IMG_0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SiMcOaS0k8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/1mJXkmAYhR0/s72-c/gettin+there.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404957403579012137.post-8968487367246725070</id><published>2009-05-30T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T16:55:43.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so...no kidding, there i was...</title><content type='html'>HELLO, SALUTATIONS, HOLA, ALOHA, SHO-KOO MAKOO (pronounced shoe koo ma koo), WASsSSSSSUP, and GREETINGS. How is everyone, ALLLLLRIGHTY THEN. LOL, yup tis I, SIR DAVE-O or BENTOR BATTLEAXE (some internet funny BARBARIAN name generator gave me) which ever tickles your fancy. HAHAHA. OH man is ADD acting up hardcore right now, LOL. OOOOOHHHHHHH YYYYEEEAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SiG6ompM76I/AAAAAAAAACw/UlsviUXR5_k/s1600-h/Jasmineflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SiG6ompM76I/AAAAAAAAACw/UlsviUXR5_k/s320/Jasmineflower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341755839769014178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there ya go Ms. Paula, LOL a pretty flower, :D , wow, jasmine flower is really pretty huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have ABSOLUTLY nothing to blog about tonight...what so ever lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an extreamly uneventful day today. Went to sleep around 0500 mytime, woke up and got moveing around 1600 my time  (thats 4:00 p.m.) woke up a few times throughout the day but finally got outta bed then. See it's a extrodanary thing for me to get more than 4 hours of sleep, last night I got 11ish, broken and uneasy but none the less 11 freakin hours of sleep!!!! Much needed let me tell you that, LOL. Day off today so I spent it playing Need For Speed Pro Street on the computer, surfing the web, lookin at a RC helecopter I'm thinking about gettin (man that thing is sweet, plus it'll fill the time in out here), doin some research on some things, and starting or I should say RE STARTING MEIN KAMPF.  Now like I stated in an earlier post, Adolf is someone that I agree 100% against! But, the book is interesting, it tells of his childhood, and what not. To me a really interesting book, funny how most people see it on your bookshelf and instantly start saying the racist shit, but I challeneged a couple guys to actually read it before judgeing me, and over half that did read it agreed with me, LOL, so there. here (_I_) a good friend taught me that one LOL. ANYWHO, finished watching the rest of season 5 of Family Guy, and went to the gym...YEAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! hahahahaha. MY most favorite part of the day FO SHO hands down. The release of testosterone and agression plus relieving my stress plus getting strong is just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm on here, dealin with some emails and writing my blog....do a do a doo doo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wyrbSPSJeHE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wyrbSPSJeHE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one of the coolest drum solo's EVER. It's SIC JOEY from the band SLIPKNOT, crazy band, crazy fans, AWESOME music, FO SHO. I remeber the first time I seen this video, I was watching the DVD in my barraks room  A LONG TIME AGO drinkin with a few of my friends. We were totally into it MOSHING around and whatnot then this solo came on and it was a beer break for us, we couldn't take our eyes off the video, we actually watched this like 20 times that night, LOL.  GREAT STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for a bit of seriousness, i guess. I actually missed memorial day :( ,  i know. One of only a handfull of holidays i like and/or celebrate. And one of the ones that mean the most to me. I didn't relize that it was here until an hour before it was over, LOL sad huh. But not to worry I get on a kick were I make it a point to at least once a month remeber the fallen military men/women and to esspecially remeber the war heros i have had to previlage to fight along side of that paid the ultimate price. REST IN PIECE BROTHERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I really don't have anything to keep flapin my gums about so I'll just call it a night, some how I've been talked into playin softball tomorrow....don't know how, but someone owes me big. LOL until next time, KEEP IT CLASSY SAN DIEGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do married people live longer than single ones or does it only seem longer?&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;What hair color do they put on the driver's licenses of bald men?&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Why don't women put pictures of missing husbands on beer cans?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404957403579012137-8968487367246725070?l=dwbryant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/feeds/8968487367246725070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/05/sono-kidding-there-i-was.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/8968487367246725070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/8968487367246725070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/05/sono-kidding-there-i-was.html' title='so...no kidding, there i was...'/><author><name>Dave-O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283755319483950850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SgxzciJ6-TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lg1yR0agicg/S220/IMG_0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SiG6ompM76I/AAAAAAAAACw/UlsviUXR5_k/s72-c/Jasmineflower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404957403579012137.post-6819820987717501519</id><published>2009-05-29T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:11:55.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I'm a beast...SON!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bEQ1EbJ9gpw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bEQ1EbJ9gpw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA only one of the thousands of great Family Guy moments, LOL. I love that show, LOL.  OKAY OKAY OKAY so did you notice that it was a green box? haha fitting of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, yes dave did the blog thing first and i followed suite. Yesh he did the stretch layout and i followed suite. Yes, Dave is a great man and has lots of great ideas and I admire him, SO, YES I'm stealing daves ideas MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's time to boast a bit, DAMN, I'M A BEAST...SON!!!! Me and my workout buddy Israel are doin a POWER LIFT week (that as of tonight we're goin to start callin it BEAST WEEK LOL HAHAHAHA) and this consist of 4 sets of 4 repatitions on each excersise. YEAH, HEAVE ASS WEIGHT. Tonight was chest, a quick backstory...I USED TO HATE CHEST, never been that strong in it..."USED" to, so to continue we started with Flat Beach Press, only like the most known workout thoughout the world. So I start with my first set and do 235lbs, second set 245lbs, feeling great still, Set number 3 - 255lbs, now feeling GREAT cause thats 3 pounds less than I weigh so I want to push the limit now....set number 4.....drum roll please......265lbs.......and do all 4 reps. DUDE, I was so pumped up I wanted to do it again. So now I'm offically benching OVER my own body weight. My goal for bench press was to do max out with 300lbs by my birthday. Well day after tomorrow we're goin to try to max out with 300lbs. If I do, i'm about a month and half ahead of my goal!!!! WOOP WOOP!!! and we moved on to Incline which we're doin 215lbs on, so now we are over 200lbs on all bench and...thats right...WE'RE BEAST...SON! hahahahaha, Okay enough gloating....  The funny thing is before I went to the gym, I was saying how I found it funny and yet kinda sad that the ONLY THING I look forward to EVERYDAY is goin to the gym. I wasn't sayin it's bad, but funny that out of everything I do or could do the gym is my sactuary. To me it's the holy building that I go to to worship the God's Of IRON. NO NO NO this isn't blasphamy, just how it feels to me, I LOVE WORKING OUT! Funny thing, EVERYONE knows it too, so they don't mess with me or Izzy around our workout time unless absolutly neccisary casue they know that is OUR TIME to release stress and get strong. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH hahahahahha  Okay, now that that is outta the way...LOL &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SiB1bNmsJRI/AAAAAAAAACo/Zwz4cwozFuU/s1600-h/waterbaloon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SiB1bNmsJRI/AAAAAAAAACo/Zwz4cwozFuU/s320/waterbaloon1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341398268430263570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHAHA that ones for you Dave, LOL. I knew I'd seen that face somewhere, then I was looking through ALL MY demotivationsals and sure enough...there it was, LOL. Must have been ONE FREAKY DEEKEY WATER BALLOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Thats all I have for tonight, nothing is goin through my brain except what I need to dotomorrow and where my supplements have went LOL, so I'll leave you with this POINT TO PONDER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If man evolved from monkeys and apes, why do we still have monkeys and apes? and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Why it is when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him on a car ride, he sticks his head out the window?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404957403579012137-6819820987717501519?l=dwbryant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/feeds/6819820987717501519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/05/cause-im-beastson.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/6819820987717501519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/6819820987717501519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/05/cause-im-beastson.html' title='Cause I&apos;m a beast...SON!!!'/><author><name>Dave-O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283755319483950850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SgxzciJ6-TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lg1yR0agicg/S220/IMG_0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SiB1bNmsJRI/AAAAAAAAACo/Zwz4cwozFuU/s72-c/waterbaloon1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404957403579012137.post-5574128190895849286</id><published>2009-05-26T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:36:17.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE THE SMELL OF NAPALM IN THE MORNING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/ShyRh3qj9ZI/AAAAAAAAACg/2w8M0prWoqE/s1600-h/bullet-peace-demotivational-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/ShyRh3qj9ZI/AAAAAAAAACg/2w8M0prWoqE/s320/bullet-peace-demotivational-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340303269218743698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SO, it's 0300, do you know where your head voices are? .... I'll give you a second or 12 to get them.....okay, got them? HI, I'm starting to find it hard to go this thing everynight... :(  OH well, I'll do it when I can, and hopefully get it goin everynight. But...WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard a "FLAT LINE"? You know, that heart rate machine at the hospital, that goes DOO....DOO....DOO....DOOO....DOO...DO..DO..DO..DO..DO, and the flat line...DO..DO..DO..DO.DO.DO.DO.DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;It's actually a beautiful sound, in a weird sort of way. It's amazing if you think about it. That ONE sound signifies the end of a life, that ONE sound, WORLD WIDE, means the end of a life... interesting, no? Maybe it should be...How many people actually, truely, 100%  have relized their own mortality, not many. I mean COMPLETLY looked and relized it? Yeah most have relized or understand that they won't live forever or what not. But Until you actually relize your own mortality you will never appreciate your own life to the fullest. Here's my own reasoning for this belief. You can agree or not, I'm DGAF and if you don't know what that is I'll give 20 points to the first person to tell me what DGAF stands for, it's a SO-CAL thing (hint for ya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stink on this. How can you fully appreciate LIFE without knowing DEATH? You can't. Until someone REAL REAL REAL close to you passes away, or you yourself experince a REAL NEAR DEATH EXPERINCE (inserting akkrnym here...NDE near death experince) you never truley relize it. NOW explanation 1: most of us have had someone close to us die, but some one Extreamly close to you dies then you truely understand that WOW I COULD DO THIS AT ANY POINT IN TIME. explanation 2: a "REAL" near death experince. I know a lot of people that have had "NEAR DEATH EXPERINCE", but usually consist of a car accident that was actually a fender bender and they are drama queens/ almost a car accident (again...drama queens)/ or something that wasn't really even close but shock them up a lil bit. A REAL NEAR DEATH EXPERINCE an essay....here is homosapian, here is homosapian put into a situation I.E. firefight in war/a car wreck that puts them in hospital with sever injury/a *insert thing here* that puts this homosapian on the brink of death, where you can smell the scent of cologne that death wore that day, taste deaths toothpaste, tell if death is wearing cotten or polyester, feel the cold touch of deaths hands, and then bitch smack his punk ass, tell him to back the fuck off, homosapian isn't goin over just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See here is my problem with people that say "I almost died/i had a NDE/this/that almost killed me". They are possers...one of the worst kinds of people in the world. They lie about their life to "fit in". "FIT IN" what is that? Put me in a group of myself, thats what it's about...being yourslef. But back to point at hand...These people have never actaully been that close to death. What I described about death, that shit is real, REALLY REAL. I've had death smile at me on more than one occasion....and damnit....I SMILED RIGHT BACK, laughed histerically, smacked him and kept on living. When death finally gets his hands on me, he is goin to have to fight for everything he has to take me. But it's nothing like that to give you a wake up call. Once someone accepts their puny existance and mortality they are ready to LIVE. I don't mean live goin through each day blah blah bhal blah, I mean LIVE, go through each day grabing that day by the boo-boo's and not letting go. Each day is precious, for me, right now, each day is a day to potentially blow something to hell, to go on patrol and see people lookin at us cause we are their saviors and liberators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put this out to anyone that has yet to truley live...Try it for one week. Make the 1000% out of each day that you can, if all you do is go to the grocery store, have a damn adventure out of it, drive a lil faster, take that corner a lil sharper, get that steak thats a couple dollars more, take the long way home, TAKE A NEW WAY HOME, put the stuff up AS FAST AS YOU CAN, i don't know what you do but do it to the extream. andthen tell me that it wasn't fun/or interesting to get the most out of each day. If you got kids spend the day with them...I MEAN ACTUALLY SPEND IT WITH THEM not just there, but THERE. I only regret that I have none of my own, as much as it scares me to have a lil me, I can't wait, I think I would make an alright dad...what you all think? honesty is appreciated, LOL seriously.  Hitler spent an entire lifetime striving to make the world a place that he thought it should be...NOW i'm not saying that he was right by ANY MEANS, not at all, but my point being, he strived and excelled in atempting what he thought was the "right" thing. Aside from the fact that he was a completly evil man, you have to admire the energy and how close he actually got to his dream...I can only hope to be able to dedicate that much energy and effort into becomeing the man that I am to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I've thrown some of you off with the hitler thing but think about it and if you still don't like it, i have another example that I can and will give, so HA, you stumped me not mr. man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, until next time.....if you think your life has become dull and pointless, look in the mirror and see a image of someone that has yet to discover their purpose and then make the decision to find out what your supose to do, cause until you know, your just tryin to figure it out. Make sense? didn't to me, tried it, became a happier person, might not work for you, but damnit it did wonders for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404957403579012137-5574128190895849286?l=dwbryant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/feeds/5574128190895849286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-its-0300-do-you-know-where-your-head.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/5574128190895849286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/5574128190895849286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-its-0300-do-you-know-where-your-head.html' title='I LOVE THE SMELL OF NAPALM IN THE MORNING'/><author><name>Dave-O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283755319483950850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SgxzciJ6-TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lg1yR0agicg/S220/IMG_0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/ShyRh3qj9ZI/AAAAAAAAACg/2w8M0prWoqE/s72-c/bullet-peace-demotivational-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404957403579012137.post-6013023076580596687</id><published>2009-05-23T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T19:57:04.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here's a match my hand your face....SMACK BIOTCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/Shis1tRO2mI/AAAAAAAAACI/8VT93QIwiLs/s1600-h/nukewater_anonib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/Shis1tRO2mI/AAAAAAAAACI/8VT93QIwiLs/s320/nukewater_anonib.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339207396932639330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome one and all to one of the most twisted shows on earth....me head buhahahahahahaha. I am on a good one today folks.....This is where you say UH OH and run around with your hands over your head screaming help, and I sit with a microphone saying "I HAVE TURNED ON THE FASTEN SEATBELT SIGNS, SO IF YOU WOULD SIT IN YOUR SEATS-RETURN THE TRAYS TO THE UPRIGHT POSITION-STICK YOUR HEADS BETWEEN YOUR LEGS AND TRY TO NOT PASS WIND....." LMAO hahahaha anywho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/Shit4Nz8pxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CPYTl4w1hvw/s1600-h/my+pics+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/Shit4Nz8pxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CPYTl4w1hvw/s320/my+pics+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339208539539547922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHAHAHA love this pic, first patrol after I got back to my unit after my shrapnel wound was "healed" hahaha. Shortly after this pic we went on a 13 click (a click is 1000 meters, 1 meter= 3feet 3 inch, so a lil over 13000meters) patrol, of which the Machinegunners were the ones that made it back to the trucks to get the rest of the patrol which was all almost suffering heat strokes, LOL, and yes I was a machinegunner, we're just hard core like that hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH the good ol' days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to confess on here, I, out of everything that I miss and people that I miss and such, most of all I am missing.....TATTOO'S...LOL. I LOVE GETTIN INKED, got 10 and wanting more. MORE I say. Eventually be gettin both arms sleeved, partial leg pieces, full back, and most likely chest piece as well, I LOVE TATTOOS!!!! I'M ADDICTED, "HI MY NAME IS DAVE-O, AND I'M A TATTOO-A-HOLIC" LOL Good thing my tattoo artist is a good friend of mine, whew, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also missin my truck, and friends but tat's most of all. Unless you have more than 2 you wouldn't understand it lol, kinda like me trying to explain the thrill of battle, the adrenalin of a fire fight, the excitment and satisfaction of WAR and knowing that you took bad guys outta this world with extream prejudace, all to someone who hasn't seen anything about fighting except in a movie, not even the news.  Or trying to make someone  understand the excitment and rush of getting into a fist fight with 1on1 or 1on 2or3 people to someone who hasn't done nothing more than watched a fight on the sidelines. Some things are better left experinced cause words  can't describe all situations with complete justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I completly went brain dead and forgot what I was goin to blog about tonight HAHAHAHA what else is new right? haha anywho, I'm goin to sign off of here cause i'm fallin asleep as I type haha seriously, rinnning on pretty much no sleep the last like 4 days finaly catchin up to me. Well I'll leave ya with a vid and a goodnight. hope all is swell nd TTYL's some graphic footage on this vid in a couple places, just giving a heads up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZnmsGYk1adw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZnmsGYk1adw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY OKAY OKAY, now i'm PISSED. You know I don't care what peoples views or opinions are about the war, the president (passed or present) or any of that shit, it's your opinion. Thats why I fight for this great and wonderful nation of AMERICA....BUT....when I watch a video saying the "TRUTH ABOUT OIF" and it's a boo hoo fest about of the lil iraqi kid got killed, "look at my husband dead in the road", "oh this person that is dyeing was innocent" and etc. It's really chaps my ass. You know what, did the terrorist care about innocents when they flew planed into the towers? NO! Do the terrorist care how many children they kill? NO!!! I'm sorry that kids and "innocent" people get killed but you know what...IT"S WAR, thing happen that can't be helped. It's sad but a fact of life. The thing that gets me the most about that video is the fact it was a STINKING FILTHY FUCK'N LIBERAL AMERCIAN that made it. Hey asshole, your the same type of person that wouldn't show footage of Marine putting a critically wounded iraqi out of his misery of a aggonizingly painfull death cause it was "to gorey and grewsome" but cut to a scene showing Marines carrying wounded and dead Marines...OH THATS OKAY CAUSE THEIR AMERICANS? FUCK YOU and your stupid sense of well being and higherarchy. Your nothing but a filthy leech on society and should be draged out in the streets and shot in the face point blank with a DesertEagle .50cal handgun. You make me sick, yes I fight so you can have your beliefs and what not, but don' you dare, for one second, rub what I do as a Military person with dirt and talk nothing but bad about what I do cause "you don't agree with it and blah blah blah blah blah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, except for ending slavery, fascism, &lt;em&gt;communism&lt;/em&gt; and nazism.. &lt;em&gt;war never solves anything. Put that in your pipe and smoke it you liberal, tree hugging, hippie fags. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats enough for tonight, this time I promise. I'm pissed off but more tired, until next time.....bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404957403579012137-6013023076580596687?l=dwbryant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/feeds/6013023076580596687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/05/heres-match-my-hand-your-facesmack.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/6013023076580596687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/6013023076580596687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/05/heres-match-my-hand-your-facesmack.html' title='here&apos;s a match my hand your face....SMACK BIOTCH'/><author><name>Dave-O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283755319483950850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SgxzciJ6-TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lg1yR0agicg/S220/IMG_0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/Shis1tRO2mI/AAAAAAAAACI/8VT93QIwiLs/s72-c/nukewater_anonib.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404957403579012137.post-5609124851600134367</id><published>2009-05-22T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:36:12.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>under construction....done and remeber, this blog is rated R</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/ShbkpzJOKSI/AAAAAAAAACA/zc4D9EmIWj4/s1600-h/motorcycles-youre-doing-it-wrong-demotivational-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/ShbkpzJOKSI/AAAAAAAAACA/zc4D9EmIWj4/s320/motorcycles-youre-doing-it-wrong-demotivational-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338705815048956194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY OKAY OKAY, lol I got zombie mission tonight, so when i get back i'll get another post up here, I PROMISE. Besides thats about the time in the evening that you all will be getting done with dinner and settlein in for  a long night of relaxeing and what not, so I shall see you then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really then already? hahahahaha, wow, I really crack myself up haha. Well if I don't laugh at myself noone will LOL. In a great mood right now, I just want to push someones head through a car window. Thats how I can tell the level of my good to great moods haha. The more violent or aggresive the better the mood. HHAHAHAHAAHa......guess i'll have to watch it when i hit the states again huh....OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept most of the day and had some decent dreams for once. For once it wasn't the ones that make me wake up half way through them sweating, or wakeing up starteled, or paniced, or well you get the drift. But they were interesting as well, LOL. In a nut shell it was a series of like 4 dreams, no kidding i would wake up and go back to sleep and would pick up where i left off, the craziest thing huh. It was all centered around gettin back from this deployment, and life afterwards haha. WEIRD, well to me anyway, if you only knew the dreams I'm used to haveing you'd understand. Anyway, was all kinds of interesting, went from me saleing my truck and getting a old muscle car to finally getting with this chick that i've had a thing for for almost as long as I've know her, which was great cause the dream me is WAYYYYY smoother than the real me, LMAO, and of course she was all "OH DAVE-O I THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER ASK ME OUT" hahaha would have been pretty bad to get turned down in my own dream wouldn't it haha. It even went as far as me gettin through school and starting work at a fire station, told you interestingly weird haha. oh and Dave........ here's a video ...... of...........EXPLOSIONS and guns oh yeah just another military vid that was made befroe the war FOR THE WAR HAHAHAHA muhahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IS5lbfav6hw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IS5lbfav6hw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only one of the best ones made in 01' hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and if you were wondering the part where the big ass plane starts shooting off bright white lights....thats the GRUNTS gardian angle....SPECTOR  the C-130 gunship....in vietnam it was named PUFF the magic dragon. She is only any and every machinegunners wet dream, loaded to the teeth with weapons from a CHAIN GUN to a HOWITZER, and a BUSHMASTER 25mm machinegun...oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh yyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;in this vid she's sprayin off FLARES, one to confuse enemy weapons, and two to scare the living hell outta the enemy....ain't she beautiful.....MA this is spector she's my new love ....LOL thats how Ifeel about this girl haha. In fallujah she was our eyes in the sky, our guardian angle, our big sister, and a seceret crush to all of the gunners hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I really didn't and don't have anything to put here, mainly just the rambelings of a twisted mind but hey, at least you can read this and think to yourself..."MAN, I'M ALRIGHT AND NORMAL AFTER ALL, THIS GUYS IS A REAL PIECE OF WORK" haha but I'm proud and glad i'm like I am so ther hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm going to sign off with a thought on criminals and punishment...afterthought...haha some people might read this and be upset/mad/sad/angry/or anything not listed here, if you are one of these feel free to write a complaint or a argument, at least i'd have something to write abouthahahaha and seeing as I've been on that side of the law i don't think you'll change my mind....so here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rapist/pedophile/murderer/wife-child abuser/etc go to prison for "rehabilatation" and to "pay their debt to society" but get out in a very short amount of time, and 95% of them go back and continue to do what they did before hand, not because of the society or anything, but because this great nation of ours, this nation I fight and will die for, with all do respect is a huge pussy. We baby our criminals, we slap them on the wrist and say BAD. But think about back in the day when we had chain gangs and such......people didn't want to go to jail so they would straighten up more than they do today. Today, you get excersise time, tv, A.C. and a lot of other emminities that make jail a not-so-bad place. I say let our system convict them, they serve thier time, they get out.....do it agin....literally make a boot hit the pavment by goin through their face...in other words....SMASH THEIR FACE IN, none of this "waiting line" for death row to just die in a cell. They are there at death row for a reason...kill them. We as a great nation of AMERICA need to quit being such little babies and start acting like a nation of bad asses. Cause like it or not...LIBERALS YOU BETTER PAY REAL CLOSE ATTENTION....this country was founded on fighting, and standing up for itself and the people of it. We are from a long line of fighters and bad asses, not this baby stuff that everyone wants to think it was. We're not FRANCE, we don't know the meaning of retreat or surrendor. Punish the wicked/law breaker/bad guys and stop treating them like some little kid...causeone more thing....not everything is stemed from a "bad home", "hard childhood", or "rough raiseing" most of it comes from the fact that they are just BAD PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g'night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404957403579012137-5609124851600134367?l=dwbryant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/feeds/5609124851600134367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/05/under-construction.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/5609124851600134367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/5609124851600134367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/05/under-construction.html' title='under construction....done and remeber, this blog is rated R'/><author><name>Dave-O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283755319483950850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SgxzciJ6-TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lg1yR0agicg/S220/IMG_0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/ShbkpzJOKSI/AAAAAAAAACA/zc4D9EmIWj4/s72-c/motorcycles-youre-doing-it-wrong-demotivational-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404957403579012137.post-2707456642488966911</id><published>2009-05-20T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:23:40.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like kids, but I don't think I could eat a whole one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/ShR-EhTjAjI/AAAAAAAAABw/SM7waqL5n8o/s1600-h/monkey-sword-fight-demotivational-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/ShR-EhTjAjI/AAAAAAAAABw/SM7waqL5n8o/s320/monkey-sword-fight-demotivational-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338030074465813042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right, monkey's with swords, just one of the coolest things of all time, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what a day, had the first night of "zombie squad" (graveyard shift of patrol) lil to no sleep casue of loud roommates, then a recon mission walkin up and down hills in the freakin heat. Attacked by a killer turtle, LOL not really but man that thing was huge (hold the "THATS WHAT SHE SAID" JOKES TILL THE END PLEASE), saw the "mirical of life" a sheep gave birth to a lamb...whatever nasty slimy lil fur ball that all i could picture was a nice dinner laying there...LMAO, oh come on leg of lamb is delicious, and the younger they are the better it is, and it didn't get much younger than that hahahahahha. And I still managed to get pretty much no sleep MUHAHAHAHAHA that whole "zombie squad" is becomeing a reality now hahahaha. ANYWHO, nobody move....i've droped me brain. WoW i completly went brain dead there for a moment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't have anything for tonight, at all actually. Set here for like 15minutes lookin at a blank screen. Still have nothing, and I don't like to talk about myself so I really don't know what else to do hahahaha. It's not like I have someone asking me a quesiton or giving me a subject to write about, I find that writing without a subject like farting when noone is around, LOL, hahahahahahaha wow, that was lame but i literally laughed out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explosives.......WOW I LOVE THEM. It is funny to me how most of the things I love in life are distructive to some degree. In no paticualr order some include, Explosives, guns, long rage shooting, close range shooting, knife and knife fighting. Just to name a few, don't get me wrong. I love raceing, street raceing, speed, adrenaline, etc. but different catagory. I have a lot of loves in my life, LOL, it wasn't till recently that I finally pushed all the bad shit outta my life and learned to enjoy the good. Now more than before, i live life to the fullest, in EVERYTHING i do. And what a ride that is LOL. Holy crap, this blog has covered like 4 subject in 3 paragraphs, LOL as random as my head is so it'll do pig it'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not one subject is sticking, i'm bounceing back and forth between 4 tabs on my browser, 2 different programs I have opened up and still nothing. Should I call it a night.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, LMAO hahahahahahahahahahaha. instead...funny pictures LOL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/ShSQeRBDaHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7z6BzZxHKMc/s1600-h/practical-joke-demotivational-poster.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/ShSQeRBDaHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7z6BzZxHKMc/s320/practical-joke-demotivational-poster.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338050307979176050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA i love this one, LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I guess I will call it a night, kinda funny how I feel like I'm talkin to myself in the blog, oh wait, I am, hahahaha but it's like I'm doing it out loud and a few people are hearing it....uh....what did you say?........shhhhhh your breaking my concentration......okay....where was I?..OH YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404957403579012137-2707456642488966911?l=dwbryant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/feeds/2707456642488966911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-like-kids-but-i-dont-think-i-could.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/2707456642488966911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/2707456642488966911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-like-kids-but-i-dont-think-i-could.html' title='I like kids, but I don&apos;t think I could eat a whole one'/><author><name>Dave-O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283755319483950850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SgxzciJ6-TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lg1yR0agicg/S220/IMG_0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/ShR-EhTjAjI/AAAAAAAAABw/SM7waqL5n8o/s72-c/monkey-sword-fight-demotivational-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404957403579012137.post-1835151986882276877</id><published>2009-05-18T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:45:29.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and now for something completly different....a man with three legs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/ShHhFXJzrPI/AAAAAAAAABg/Q0F2xnYWStg/s1600-h/funny-pictures-grey-cat-yoga-pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/ShHhFXJzrPI/AAAAAAAAABg/Q0F2xnYWStg/s320/funny-pictures-grey-cat-yoga-pose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337294515641494770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Hello ever body, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. All two of you, wait three if you count me, 12 if you count the voices in my head, maybe 15 if you count the random people that might just happen to cross this blogs path. Hell who knows, but one thing is for sure, once it's on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; there is NO removing it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.  Haven't posted in a couple days, I had nothing to write or what ever, then talked to a great friend of mine today and he said he has the same issue but to just get on and write, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; what I'm doing. Kinda working &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;    Well a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; bit about myself and why I blog. Well I am a V.F.W. (veteran of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;foriegn&lt;/span&gt; war) I was in the Corps and served two tours over in Iraq. I was there for the initial invasion/initial push to Baghdad, and then again in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;begining&lt;/span&gt; of 2004 in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;assualt&lt;/span&gt; on Al &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Fallujah&lt;/span&gt;, you might of seen it on the news, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I got out, joined back up in the military, now on another deployment, but this time not in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;iraq&lt;/span&gt;. The only censoring I do here is for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;OPSEC&lt;/span&gt; (operations security) and personal well being. Anyway, I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;PTSD&lt;/span&gt; (post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tramadic&lt;/span&gt; stress disorder) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;TBI&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tramatic&lt;/span&gt; brain injury) and a few other things, and my physic told me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;bloging&lt;/span&gt; to get stuff outta my head and to visualize it would be healthy for me. Well I used to do it all the time, and enjoyed it, so here I am, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;   Lets talk about war for a second, or the rest of this post who knows.&lt;br /&gt;War, something that is near and dear to my heart. I LOVE IT. Nothing like bullets &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;wizzing&lt;/span&gt; over your head, enemy mortars &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;incomeing&lt;/span&gt;, friendly mortar out-going, firefights, house to house fighting, and beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;machineguns&lt;/span&gt; firing to let you know what your made of and to let you know your alive. And I'm 100% honest on this, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. War was where I was at ease most. Hit the states again, I drive differently, look at routes differently, life in general is different. Big groups of people, even if i know them, make me uneasy. But I put a happy face on and blend in cause that is what I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;supose&lt;/span&gt; to do, and trained to do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Infultrate&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;anymeans&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;neccisary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;   But back to war. House to house, a.k.a. Urban war, was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;exhilerating&lt;/span&gt; to say the least. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Kickin&lt;/span&gt; in a door not knowing who/what/ or how much of either was on the other side. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Makeing&lt;/span&gt; your way up a stair well rifles &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;pointin&lt;/span&gt; every direction but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;controled&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;chaose&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;scaning&lt;/span&gt; each persons own sectors. Running up to a house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;stealthly&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;placeing&lt;/span&gt; a charge on the door for a "dynamic" entry, the charge goes off. Your team runs in, two men in front of you and one behind you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; all you have to rely on. You enter the first room, each man peels of to his respected corners, shouting out what he sees, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;takeing&lt;/span&gt; out anything that looks threatening. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;consolodate&lt;/span&gt; on the next door, Rear man comes around and kicks it in, NOTHING, you all pile into the room &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt; the same thing as last room. You've cleared the first floor, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;noone&lt;/span&gt;, no weapons but you maintain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;dicipline&lt;/span&gt;. You and the team stack up on the stairs. Slowly but quickly making your way up the stairs, everyman &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;scaning&lt;/span&gt; their sectors, first man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;watchin&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;boobie&lt;/span&gt; traps and trip wires as well. You get the the top or the stairs, WHEW you made it, clear all clear. You stack up on the first door, rear man gets into position to kick the door down...but something just doesn't feel right....he raises his leg for that MULE KICK of power...but something just isn't right...you signal to wait...he lowers his leg back down...you make eye contact and you both say the same thing without speaking a word. You pull a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;gernade&lt;/span&gt; from your vest and pull the pins, he grabs the door &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;hadle&lt;/span&gt;, you release the spoon and count...1.....2...he opens the door half way as you throw the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;gernade&lt;/span&gt; in the room you see a glimpse of HELL ON EARTH...at least 3 men armed with AK-47 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;RPG's&lt;/span&gt; are in the room, waiting on....YOU. He pulls the door shut, and you all prepare for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;concusion&lt;/span&gt; of that explosive to push through you like you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;wern't&lt;/span&gt; there...the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;nex&lt;/span&gt; 2 seconds seem and feel like 5 minutes. NOTHING.....NOTHING...NOTH  BOOM. Without hesitation the door gets kicked in and you and your team pile in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;shoutin&lt;/span&gt; out commands and what you see, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;takeing&lt;/span&gt; out any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;oppisition&lt;/span&gt; that either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;surrvived&lt;/span&gt; the blast or was still fighting. You stack up, not even phased by what just happened. You make your way outta the room to the next and to the next until the house is secure. As the search team comes in to look for cache's and info you re-supply ammo and water, catch your breath, a quick smoke, and get read for the next house. You stack up with your team ready for the same shit, but it seems all a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; too easy. You understand that you and your men are among the best trained in the world, but it shouldn't be that easy. Taking another persons life, not hard especially when it's you or them. Standing on what used to be a persons entrails/brains/whatever, not hard, sure you puke the first time or so cause it is what has been called "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;UNRIGHT&lt;/span&gt;" in our society but you get over it, you hate these people. But this job isn't this easy, you keep telling yourself, and then it happens....all hell opens up and engulfs you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've stacked up, ready to do a kicking breach on this external door, last man kicks it in, first man makes it one foot in the door.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;BLAMMM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;RATTATTATTATTATATAT&lt;/span&gt;...he's not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; home. You push number two man outta the way, he's got a kid that he hasn't seen yet, you pull out two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;gernades&lt;/span&gt;, pull the pins, let the spoon fly on the first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;oneand&lt;/span&gt; count...1....2....throw it in, BOOM, no time to waste, let the pin fly on the second one...and count ...1...2...throw it in....cheeky fucking bastards...the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;gernade&lt;/span&gt; come flying back out the door. You and your men hit the ground and await seen St. PETER. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;BOOOOOOMMMMMMM&lt;/span&gt;, your ears are ringing, eyes are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;hazzy&lt;/span&gt;, you count...one guy two guy, in you sick head your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;laughin&lt;/span&gt; cause your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;makeing&lt;/span&gt; a fucking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;seaus&lt;/span&gt; joke : ON MARINE TWO MARINE RED MARINE BLUE MARINE:  your guys are alive, well, 2 of them are. There is no way that first man could have survived that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;entery&lt;/span&gt;. Now you got a replacement, you stack, toss in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;flashbang&lt;/span&gt;, and do your job run in ready for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; himself...nothing. The one survivor is critically wounded and not putting up a fight, DAMN HIM, so you do what you've trained for, you start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;workin&lt;/span&gt; on this towel head, but Doc comes running over, "Dave-O, your not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;beleave&lt;/span&gt; this bro, mike is alive..." forget this towel head, my boy is alive and i need to make sure he stays that way. I run over to him...look down...he's got ONE count it ONE bullet wound in his arm. I push my finger into the hole to stop the bleeding, he laughs, Doc that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;sonofabitch&lt;/span&gt;, already gave him morphine. Get him all patched up team 3 and 4 have cleared and secured the house. I help mike up and he farts on me, smack him in the face and tell him if he does it again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; but another hole in him. Get him to the E-VAC and word comes down that we're not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;assualting&lt;/span&gt; anymore for the night...relief...clean the weapon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;casue&lt;/span&gt; she's had a workout today...eat a bite...and maybe just maybe if the gods of war are pleased we can catch 30minutes of sleep....this night they were pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally don't/won't/can't talk about this stuff in this kind of detail but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; finding that with my doc's help, some good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;medatation&lt;/span&gt;, and time i can talk about SOME of the stuff.  And when I do, I feel a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; better. Of course 95%of the stuff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; seen/done/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;experinced&lt;/span&gt; will never make it outta my head, my cross to bear is demons so others don't have to, and besides i don't have the "writing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;ablility&lt;/span&gt;" to do some stuff justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I shall call it an end to this post seeing as it is long as hell. Funny how one mans words can spark so much in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;anothers&lt;/span&gt; head. Until next time, keep it classy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87"&gt;san&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88"&gt;diego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/ShHy8naW9fI/AAAAAAAAABo/g4knHCE3hxU/s1600-h/Taking+fire+in+the+alley-Fallujah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/ShHy8naW9fI/AAAAAAAAABo/g4knHCE3hxU/s320/Taking+fire+in+the+alley-Fallujah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337314156596360690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404957403579012137-1835151986882276877?l=dwbryant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/feeds/1835151986882276877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-now-for-something-completly.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/1835151986882276877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/1835151986882276877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-now-for-something-completly.html' title='and now for something completly different....a man with three legs'/><author><name>Dave-O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283755319483950850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SgxzciJ6-TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lg1yR0agicg/S220/IMG_0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/ShHhFXJzrPI/AAAAAAAAABg/Q0F2xnYWStg/s72-c/funny-pictures-grey-cat-yoga-pose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404957403579012137.post-7524322906910375362</id><published>2009-05-15T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:34:17.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how is THIS for a title....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So wow, a second post. I seem to be doing good so far keepin it going. We'll see how it goes after a week or so. HAHAHAHAHA. Some of my amigo's back in cali read my first one and was tripin out on the whole zombie thing, LOL, they shall be among the first ones sucomeing to the plauge. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA not this guy haha. Anywho, so how is everyone today? Me and my thoughts, we're good HAHAHAHAHA. Yeah I'm in a crazy mood today. Slept most the day and about to go to the gym in about an hour so gettin pumped and ready for that...WOOT WOOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/Sg3CximH-0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/aFFhONROFU4/s1600-h/1201623285903111111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/Sg3CximH-0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/aFFhONROFU4/s320/1201623285903111111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336135289859996482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So lets get started shall we? Here is man, HOMOSAPIAN, man is alone in the universe. Here is punk, still a man, still alone in the universe, but he connects. How does he connect, he hits. LMAO I love Anarchy....what does it mean to you? Me it's a part of who I am. No I'm not some ravein psycho path, raciest, or extreamist. You don't have to be any of that to be a anarchist.  There was this movie done back in the late 90's called " SLC PUNK " it's  a great movie, reminds me a lot of me and my friends HAHA, but back to the point. It has this rant about anarchist that sums it up pretty well, well for the 100% live and die for it anarchist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I beleave that anarchy is something that keeps the world moveing along and is a neccisity. Anarchy is chaose, uncertainty, randomness, unexpected, anything outside of your "LIL BOX" that your life fits into. I say screew your "box"! If everything fitting into it's perfect lil place is what you want/strive for/  and/or expect...YOUR BOREING. Think about it, even a "peacefull" death is chaotic. Lets think about this, you die, your burried in the ground, people come and visit, then for most your forgotten about. Thats the "peacefullness", it's whats happening in the ground that is chaose. Worms, roots, other creatures are feverishly fighting over your remains to get every last bit of scrape they can from you. See not so "peacefull" is it? HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in general is and/or should be chaotic. LOL. Your driving from work to home or vice-versa, boreing ass drive is it not? Now throw some ass-hole cutting you off, a wreak, or something out of the norm....now it was at least exciting for a lil bit, was it not? HAHA now you starting to see where i'm comeing from. Now take that feeling, multiply it by 100 and you get my life all day everyday! I LOVE IT. I lead an exciting full-feelin life that I wouldn't trade for the world. No regrets and to the max. Gotta live for the moment and not the future. Now, anarchy, ahhhhh sweet sweet anarchy. Living to the max, NO RULES, NO STRUCTURE, just the world moveing as it does and going with the flow....now we're talkin. If you take life to seriously you'll never get out alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/Sg3GtQHtPqI/AAAAAAAAABY/XywjAG5vmuw/s1600-h/evilclown2.jpg"&gt;                                                      &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/Sg3GtQHtPqI/AAAAAAAAABY/XywjAG5vmuw/s320/evilclown2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336139614227611298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH, I feel better, haha just the thought of chaos  is enough at times. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well until next time, live it up.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't having a smoking section in a restaurant like having a peeing section in a swimming pool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404957403579012137-7524322906910375362?l=dwbryant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/feeds/7524322906910375362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-is-this-for-title.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/7524322906910375362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/7524322906910375362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-is-this-for-title.html' title='how is THIS for a title....'/><author><name>Dave-O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283755319483950850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SgxzciJ6-TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lg1yR0agicg/S220/IMG_0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/Sg3CximH-0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/aFFhONROFU4/s72-c/1201623285903111111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404957403579012137.post-4916449886850126472</id><published>2009-05-14T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:32:05.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is, is what is. What was, is what was. So what was will never be what is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SgyB6S1da7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/VNoTkUcpUIc/s1600-h/CLOWN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SgyB6S1da7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/VNoTkUcpUIc/s320/CLOWN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335782497015655346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alrigthy&lt;/span&gt; folks (even if it's just me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dave&lt;/span&gt; that reads this) this is my first blog in a long long long time. I don't expect it to become popular or anyone to read it, but it's a great way for me to balance out the war zone called my brain. So lets see how far the rabbit hole goes shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you know me, you know I have some issues/problems. If you don't, you do now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PTSD&lt;/span&gt; and depending on what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;physic&lt;/span&gt; you talk to I'm 51/50, multiple personality disorder, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;skitsophrinic&lt;/span&gt;, anger issues, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;basically&lt;/span&gt; the whole cliche of a war vet. Me, personally, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; yeah I'm crazy and might have some "voices" from time to time, but I'm a perfectly normal Functioning crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. And most would tell you the same, it is who I am and I have embraced it. On that point, fakers...I HATE FAKERS. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; this world would be a much more better place if people would learn to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;accept&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt; for themselves and get over trying to be someone they aren't, but people have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt; that for centuries so I don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; they will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;changing&lt;/span&gt; anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know most people blog about what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to them that day or week or whatever. But here is the kicker for myself. I have to censor what happens through my day because I am in the military an deployed. Besides that most of the time my days are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;highlight&lt;/span&gt; of my days tend to be the gym time every night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the most part this first blog is mainly a "this is me". Nothing special for the most part, just another in your face, adrenaline junkie that lives his life with no regrets and W.F.O. (wide &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; open). I don't censor myself in real life so I won't here. If my language offends you I am sorry but I wont change it, It's me.....get over it or don't read it, simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the kicker that will spark some interesting conversations &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;amongst&lt;/span&gt; yourself and friends, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I honestly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt;, and expecting it to happen.....ZOMBIES. I do in fact &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that sometime there will be a zombie..."invasion" for lack of a better term right now. Your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;laughin&lt;/span&gt; right now but hear me out, and this will most likely spill over into other blogs cause unless people read this and give me arguments or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;arguments&lt;/span&gt; I can only talk about it so much, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But check it. With every major &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt; in the world doing BIO-CHEMICAL research (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;unofficial&lt;/span&gt;, they can't honestly deny it) for weapons and medical purposes it's just a matter of time. "A  matter of time for what Dave-O?" you might ask, for zombies will be my response. Maybe not intentional, but "I AM &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;LEGEND&lt;/span&gt;" had a pretty good thought on it. We'll (as the world) will come up with some "SUPER VIRUS" either for medical or weapon and before you know it, it'll mutate into a "zombie virus". It is unavoidable, if you think about it. A virus is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt; mutating to survive and to fight any anti-bodies. So it'll happen. Now the question turns to , WHAT KIND OF &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Zombies&lt;/span&gt; WILL WE HAVE? The slow ones of old movies, or the fast crazy ones from modern movies today? I don't have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;answer&lt;/span&gt; for that one, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;, hopefully the slow ones, but most likely it'll be a mix or a middle ground of not to slow but not to fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; enough for this first one, especially since it is most likely that I won't have any readers. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;what'll&lt;/span&gt; end up happening is I'll end up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;arguing&lt;/span&gt; with myself just like in real life in my head &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAAHA&lt;/span&gt; ugh. Well until next time think about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Can a stupid person be a smart-ass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404957403579012137-4916449886850126472?l=dwbryant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/feeds/4916449886850126472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is-is-what-is-what-was-is-what-was.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/4916449886850126472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404957403579012137/posts/default/4916449886850126472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwbryant.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is-is-what-is-what-was-is-what-was.html' title='What is, is what is. What was, is what was. So what was will never be what is.'/><author><name>Dave-O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283755319483950850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SgxzciJ6-TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lg1yR0agicg/S220/IMG_0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GalHn9mYoY4/SgyB6S1da7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/VNoTkUcpUIc/s72-c/CLOWN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
