What is pissing you off this time?

[hideouse]

I am pissed off at the xenophobia that threatens to have my adopted from Korea son, currently in the US Army, deported back to Korea. Once we had the adoption decree we thought we were done. But no, you've got to get the CoC, certificate of citizenship, so now we get to try to find all the original paperwork, and get the CoC before some officious self righteous bigot kicks my son out of the country. yay Merica.

[DanaC]

That's insane. He's been raised as an American.


@ Grav - ta hon. Hope you're feeling better soon too.

[sexobon]

Non-citizens are allowed to serve in the US military. It won't be a problem until he gets out of the military; unless, something turns up in his background investigation. If he gets out without citizenship papers and his legal residency term has expired, then he can be deported. He can fight it though if he has a clean background.

The bigger problem is that without citizenship, his opportunities in the military will be severely limited. He can't be granted a security clearance so he can't be an officer, warrant officer; or, in the top 2 NCO ranks. He can't serve in some types of units like Special Ops, Intelligence; or, EOD. The military's Qualitative Management Program (i.e. get promoted or get put out) may force him out before retirement when he gets to a point where he's not eligible for further promotions as a non-citizen.

Jump through the hoops. Better late than never.

[sexobon]

How much do you want for the smart sister who doubled the asking price for her section?

[fargon]

I ain't giving her nothing. Because she wouldn't give me nothing.

[xoxoxoBruce]

I went to move my pickup today and the battery was low, only turn over twice, since I hadn't driven it since last year. No problem, grab the spare battery and cables, and pop the hood. While hooking up the battery on the passenger side of the engine compartment I notice on the drivers side a small paper wasp nest about 2 inches across with 4 or 5 wasps sitting on it. No big deal live and let live, until I walked around to start the truck and one of those bastards hit me about an inch from my left eye.
Pain, swelling and an oath that all of them and all their babies will die.

[Carruthers]

Originally Posted by xoxoxoBruce

I went to move my pickup today and the battery was low, only turn over twice, since I hadn't driven it since last year. No problem, grab the spare battery and cables, and pop the hood. While hooking up the battery on the passenger side of the engine compartment I notice on the drivers side a small paper wasp nest about 2 inches across with 4 or 5 wasps sitting on it. No big deal live and let live, until I walked around to start the truck and one of those bastards hit me about an inch from my left eye.
Pain, swelling and an oath that all of them and all their babies will die.

Consider yourself fortunate that you don't live in Alabama.

Massive wasp nests as big as a car are appearing in Alabama (again)

(CNN)Scientists issued a buzzworthy warning to Alabama residents: thousands of wasps are making the state home in what are called perennial yellow jacket nests. And they are freaky.
In 2006, a colony of 15,000 yellow jackets -- the size of a Volkswagen Beetle -- was one of 90 perennial nests located in Alabama that year. Entomologist Charles Ray said something like this may happen again in 2019.

Link

[Clodfobble]

Hope your eye is okay, Bruce.

[xoxoxoBruce]

Yeah, the swelling in my face is going down. The swelling in my vengeance is not.

I don't understand why the Alabamians...Alabamens... Rednecks, don't destroy those nests before they become gargantuan. Maybe misguided bragging rights?

[sexobon]

Originally Posted by xoxoxoBruce

Yeah, the swelling in my face is going down. The swelling in my vengeance is not.

Well sure, not being able to wink at women put a crimp (cramp) in your style.

[fargon]

That's Good.

[Glinda]

I had a pretty scary experience this evening. First time I felt concerned for my physical safety since I moved to SW WA 15 years ago. I had a kitty pet sitting job in a nearby town (about 2500 population, in a 2007 subdivision with narrow streets and houses set ridiculously close together). As I turned into the usually quiet residential neighborhood, I was immediately confronted with crowds of irresponsible beer-swilling parents lining the street and sidewalks while their wild-eyed 5 to 10-year-old spawn ran willy-nilly setting off big fireworks in the middle of the narrow road.

As I navigated through and around pre-set lines of fireworks all over the street, ready to be set afire, the drunk fucks lining the road started shouting "Get the fuck out of here, asshole!" and "You don't live here, bitch!"

Uh. Whut?

Fortunately, the house I was heading for was around the turn and a bit further down the road, so the plastered dog turds at the start of the street didn't see where I ended up. The noise was incredible, deafening, relentless. Smoke filled the air. People were hollering and shouting, kids running loose like banshees. I felt like I was in the middle of the fucking Siege of Beirut, FFS.

Once I got in the house and calmed the cat down, I called the cops. I was literally afraid to leave by the same route, for fear of what these freaks might do as I passed by on the way back home, and I didn't know how else to get out of there safely. The cop escorted me out of the area via a completely different and circuitous route of back roads, just to avoid the lunacy at the entrance of the subdivision.

What the fuck is wrong with the US when a person has to get a police escort out of an all-white, middle-class neighborhood in Sleepyville Butthole, Washington??!

I completely understand why this family decided to be somewhere else tonight. CHRIST.

Meanwhile, I live out in the (very dry) woods about 7 miles away, and there are idiots firing off firecrackers and mortars all around me. For reasons I'm still unable to understand, Vancouver banned fireworks within city limits this year, but in all the unincorporated areas you can light up the forest with fireworks at will.

Burn, baby, burn.

[xoxoxoBruce]

The problem is you not celebrating the 4th in the American way. Driving through the middle of the festivities, probably without a beer in hand.
Why I'll bet you didn't even have your titties out.

Must be a commie, or at least a socialist troublemaker.

[Glinda]

Originally Posted by xoxoxoBruce

The problem is you not celebrating the 4th in the American way. Driving through the middle of the festivities, probably without a beer in hand.
Why I'll bet you didn't even have your titties out.

Must be a commie, or at least a socialist troublemaker.

[Gravdigr]

It ain't enough I spent most of yesterday in the ER...

Goddamned, motherfucking, crackhead squrls, man.

So I get up to greet the day, doo doo doo look out my backdoor, and there's m'squrl. I know it's my squrl, cuz when I knocked on the window this fucker don't even look, he jumps from like five feet up the side of the tree, and heads right for his spot. He's taken up a spot on the arm of the porch swing as his Point of Cookie Reception.

Or, I should say, his Point of Ambush.

I walk (doo doo doo) out my back door to give this varmint his fucking cookie, and this sumbitch jumps from about three feet away and lands on my wrist and does a tapdance that Sammy Davis, Jr. woulda been proud of. He skinned-the-cat around my wrist before I could body slam him. If you've ever heard a squrl bounce off concrete, you'll never forget the sound. It is unique.

He peeled out on my patio like Junior Johnson w/a load o'moonshine and revenuers hot on his ass. He didn't stop til the base of the maple tree about forty feet away. And then stopped at the base of the tree like his life was not in imminent peril.

After I disentangled myself from the swing, I saw the cookie lying on the patio and picked it up and chucked it, not in the direction of the Squrl.

He went for it well before it ever landed. I don't know if he got it or not, and I don't care at this point.

At this point, I'm worried about the scratches his creepy little rat feet left on my cookie hand. Now I gotta worry about what was on his creepy little rat feet. Now I gotta worry about distemper, squrl AIDS, chlamydia, and what-the-fuck-ever-else I might get from the little crackhead sumbitch. I'm not worried about rabies. I've read in more than one place that it's virtually impossible for a squrl to transmit rabies.

And, of course, we're out of alcohol. The rubbing kind, not the drinking kind (had to use hydrogen peroxide and slather the Neosporin). Although I could use drink right about now. You ever been attacked by a squrl? I wouldn't recommend it.

The ungrateful little rat bastard just might get his next cookie from the end of a rifle barrel if I feel the slightest toe-twinge from normal.

Mmm, it's been a long time since I last had squrl n gravy.

Maybe with some sauteed onions.