Too few deaths?

I snapped this photo in traffic recently. On the right, it says "If I had been at Kent State, there would have been one HELL of a body count." On the other side of the window, "LBJ's Hired Gun, 1968-1969."


To me, this demonstrates how the government is failing its veterans. God bless him for serving, and let's get this guy some psychological support, huh? He should be in the "play with the grandchildren" mode, not the "let's kill some folks" mode.

Comfy Genes

I was once the final gasp of the Morris family name, its final resting place wherever my ashes were to be scattered.

But now the lineage lives on. This is the current crop, including my daughter Courtney, my son Grayson and my granddaughter Chloe. What a handsome group!

Another piece of Americana slips away

Previous Anheuser Busch logo:



New Anheuser Bush/InBev Logo:


It's a sad day in America. Makes me thirsty for a Fat Tire or Sam Adams.

Photo and news

We snapped this picture right after the baby was born and Courtney doesn't even look like she's just been through labor. She only "pushed" for about 25 minutes!

Chloe Elizabeth Morris was born at 4:42 pm at a weight of 7 lbs 8 oz, 21 inches long.

Unfortunately, she looks a lot like the piece of shit sperm donor. Oh well looky there, I was going to try to keep this post positive.

It was discovered afterward that Courtney had been hemmoraging internally and things got a little tense. She had surgery and it's still to be determined if she'll need a transfusion. (she lost quite a bit of blood)

She seems to be better this morning.

Another Morris yonder comes

My daughter Courtney is having her baby today, so I'm in Columbia for the festivities! She's working on it, but the baby isn't in a huge hurry right now. I think within a couple of hours we'll be welcoming Chloe Elizabeth into the world.

I'll post pictures soon. My official guess: 7 lbs 15 oz and 21 inches. (I just used Courtney's birth numbers) I'll let you know.

So my son Grayson is going to be a 7-month-old uncle. He's pretty stoked!

Mmmm, chinese food

I walked into the kitchen this morning to pour a cup of coffee, and when I returned, I witnessed my son trying to eat his first wild game meal.
Kramer the cat was lying on his side. Grayson was straddling him, holding him by the front leg and the scruff of the back of his neck, and had Kramer's head in his mouth. Mmmm, fur.

Kramer was being very patient. He's a great, baby-friendly kitty. Maybe it's his old age.

I considered naming this post differently. Something about eating... something. Use your imagination.

White hood optional

During Barack Obama's acceptance speech last night, I received a text from a "friend," Keith Mc... eh, I won't include his entire name. This is an unedited transcript, so if you're easily offended stop reading here.

Keith: I officially hate all niggers!
Me: Dude, you're a fucking idiot. Don't ever text me again.
Keith: Whatever u say nigger lover. Peace out
Me: Burn those bridges dude. Light the flame. Just don't text me again.

I wonder what Keith thinks about Obama's white half.

It wasn't the first racist thing he'd texted me, but until last night, I ignored and deleted them. Keith is young and somewhat ambitious, but he was obviously raised in an atmosphere of racism. The sad thing is, he has a one-year-old daughter who, it seems, will be raised in similar circumstances.

History

Most wondered if we'd ever see the day.


I'm pretty fiscally conservative, so economically we have some differences... but this is a good thing on many levels. Godspeed, Barack. Keep her in the middle of the road.