It's Friday! Let's Dance!

In 1967 my Elder Sister Carol and her wonderful husband, Bill, took us kids to the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk in their 1966 Pontiac Tempest. It was this time of year when we went. For me, it was one of the best times of my life! The boardwalk was fun and the body surfing was great. So this one is for you...Carol and Bill. I love you both so very much. Thanks. It's Friday! Let's dance!!!

BIG SALE AT FASHION THUG!

Dear Friends,

If I don't get out much, like to your blogs, sorry. We are gearing-up, here at Fashion Thug, for the back from PRISON/back to SCHOOL sale!!! Let's face it, this is a clothing store's biggest and busiest time. We at Fashion Thug, have been back in Los Angeles buying more thug and hootchie-mama wear, for our valued customers. Thanks to my state's Governor, Arnold, the California Department of Corruption (Corrections) is going to release about one or two bafuckinzillion of our valued customers early. READ HERE. Sooo... we at Fashion Thug are very busy these days. I may blog something in a month , a day, or...one year from now, if Allah is willing. I don't know. Whatever. I am one busy mutha fazucker (code for... Bid-nessman), right now. If you never hear from me again it will because of one of these "Non-Violent Prisoners" who got out of jail early...has just waxed my ass. But whatever. Our governor knows best. If I could only conceal a 12 gauge without sweating my ass off in a trenchcoat. I got a 9mm pistol that sucks ass. Anything in a concealable .45 caliber for a guy with big hands? Your suggestions are welcome. Let me know. This shit in California sucks.

Future Robbery Victims and Small Business Owners,
JihadGene & Family

It's Friday! Let's Dance!!!

Meanwhile inside the the teachers lounge at P. U. (Pyongyang University) we find North Korea's Great Reader, KIM Jong IL ( Supreme Professor of DICKtatorial Asian Studies/Waste Relations & Wocket Science) contemplating current events...

KIM- Hmmmmmm..... Hey, Professor-General Wang!

WANG- What up, Professor-Doctor KIM?!

KIM- That's Supreme-Doctor-Professor KIM to you, Teacher's-Aide-General Wang!

WANG- Uh, yes Sir.

KIM- I'm tells you what up, General Wang. Rook at Yah-Whose news headslines on cumpooter.

WANG- (squinting) Let's see...Michael Jackson haunts a Chuckie Cheese pizzeria in Rancho Cucamonga?

KIM- NO! Look further!

WANG- (squinting) Okay.... Hmmm...Nancy Pelosi says "I'm not afraid of August--it's a month."

KIM- NO! Must I'm exprain everything?! This is a telling story of the American's Office of Moe Higher Learning for Gray-matter!

WANG- (wtf?) Please explain, Supreme-Doctor-Professor, Sir.

KIM- Looks HERE! It says old man ruffed up by the POE-lice for no apparenting reason! It says old man busted for breaking into own house.

WANG- Maybe he wouldn't have to force his own door open if he'd just kick down with some cash and have that door fixed, which was damaged by a prior burglary, Sir. I wonder too... if the tight old bastard has even considered having a good alarm system installed? Surely a Professor at Harvard could afford that. How much money does a Professor at Harvard make?

KIM- Let me give you some insight into the Americlan waves of life... The true Michael Vicktim of this crime...a crime against human-manatees...so heinously perpetuated by George W. Bush and Dick Cheny's highly trained water-boarding, heavy-handed, and jack-o-lanterned-booted police force ... is none udder than Mr Aflac-can American, Professor of Negrology at Harbird University...Doctor-Professor "King Henry the VIII" "Louie-Louie" Gates Jr.! Now that's a vick dumb!

WANG- Very good, Sir. Are you done?

KIM- No. Not quiet! Let me further states...I don’t know, not having been there and not seeing all the facts, what role race played in that. But I think it’s fair to say, No. 1, any of us would be pretty angry; No. 2, that the Cambridge police acted stupidly in arresting somebody when there was already proof that they were in their own home; and No. 3, what I think we know separate and apart from this incident is there is a long history in this country of African-Americans and Latinos being stopped by police disproportionately. That’s just a fact!

WANG- (Sounds like a bunch of bullshit to me)...Hmmm.

KIM- What's that, General Wang?

WANG- Nothing. Very good, Sir. Anything else?

KIM- O.J. is innocent!!!

WANG- It's Friday, Sir. May I pick today's dance song?

KIM- Go for it, Muh-Fugger!

WANG- Here ya go folks...It's Friday! Let's Dance and please note that no Community Organizers were incarcerated in the filming of this music video!

KIM- Nice touch.

KIM Jong IL Watches Fight Night

Meanwhile somewhere north of the DMZ we find Norf Korea's Great Reader, KIM Jong IL watching a fight on the Boob Tube...

TV- No. No. NOOO!!! You stoopid mudder pucker!!! Who you callin' a mudder-pucker you slut?!! Who you callin' a slut...you TWAMP?! Yo Mama puts no garlic in her kimchi!!! Take that back, you blitch!!! Blitch this...

(SLAP! KRACK! WACK! HAIR PULL! KAPOWZER!)

KIM- Bwahahaha!!! General Wang, come over here quick! Check this out!

WANG- What great Reader?! You watching TiVo of UFC 100?

KIM- No...even moe better den that!

WANG- Previews of WWE Night of Champions?

KIM- Yoo getting warmer.

WANG- It's the South Korean Parliament at it again!

KIM- Blingo, I'm Stein!

WANG- What are they so pissed about, Your Greatness?

KIM- Well, it's either politics as usual or Obama Care has just been introduced to the South Korean peoples.

WANG- Oh.

(hat tip to Mongo for this post!)

Love American VS Korean Style #18

So there I was. It was a sunny and chilly afternoon in the southern part of South Korea April 1st, 1975...or as the US Army taught me to properly write the date "1 Apr 75". A date written down in the annals of time, such as when O.J. put on the gloves that didn't fit! A date when Al Gore invented the Internet...or how about when Nancy Pelosi announced, "America must be a light to the world, not just a missile." ? ...or when Bill Clinton wagged his finger at Hillary and said "She was just delivering some pizza and cigars...I swear ta gawd, Hill." I am talking a day that would go down as an eternal score for the good guys (ME)... or one on which I would crash & burn, as I previously did with a one-wheeled bicycle into some banjo (sewage) ditch along an unnamed and unpaved street on a cold and lonely March night in "The Land of the Morning Calm" Pusan, South Korea. It's hell being in love. It's paradise being in love. Yep, that's love. Anyway, I was 20 and 1/2 years old almost, a follower of men (I was an Army M.P. Specialist 4th class E-4), and a chaser of women. I was one cool cat, alright. I was a tiger on the prowl. Playboy extraordinaire. Looking back on it all, the older I get... the better I was! Elvis wished he could be me. In fact, I was Elvis in the cool spring airs of Pusan Harbor, in the year of raging hormones, Nineteen-Hundred and Seventy-Five. Now, after all of my misadventures thus far...
In Part 1- I met the girl I would marry. Her name is Kim and RUV is in the air!!!
In Part 2- Spent all my money on a MASTER PLAN to set up a birthday party that would put me with Kim.
In Part 3- Stupid master plan FAILS!Kim gets puked on by drunk Birthday Boy. Kim leaves. I am miserable.
In Part 4- Korean Grandmothers (Shaman) take pity on me. We Kamikaze in a taxi to Kim's. Grandma's sitting on my lap crushing my huevos. I may never have children.
In Part 5- I survive the taxi ride. The Grandmothers tell me they will fix all. I must return to base. I can't beat the midnight curfew but I damn sure try.
In Part 6- Suicide ride on a bus bumper. Crash. Injuries and more. Concussion too! Police chase! Escape & Evade!
In Part 7- Climb a telephone pole. Steal a bike with one wheel. Make my Great Escape!
In Part 8- Ride bike into a Banjo-Ditch (sewage). Another concussion and a laceration on the forehead. I crawl out and am captured by the ROK Army, then returned to base.
In Part 9- Got stitches/medical treatment at 0130 hours. Later that AM, a meeting with Military Police 1SG Black Thunder Johnson. Made an Ambassador to South Korea. Run to Motor Pool for a jeep.
In Part 10- Bicycle recovered. I fall into the banjo ditch. 1SG YOON/1SG Johnson/Me and the Korean Grandfather have a Pow-wow. Intercultural relations rebuilt! Valuable lessons learned.
In Part 11- The First Sergeants have a meeting. I am cleaned up at a ROK Army wash point. We go to Kim's. I am OBAMA, to the Korean OPRAH's (Grandmothers). I SEE KIM! We are returning to base.
In Part 12- I return to Camp with the First Sergeant's, jeep, and bicycle. My squad members, the house boys, and I/we all ponder MY fate. We break for chow (lunch). I opt for a nap and am awoken by my Squad leader SSG OLY. Intro to Staff Sergeant Oly (The Big "O") and the infamous Three Beeps! Time has come...I head for the orderly room.
In Part 13- I report to the orderly room. My fate is suspended until the next day when I must report back to the First Sergeant with my Squad Leader. I am re-directed to the unit supply room and meet Sergeant James Wheeler.
In Part#14- Learn about ambassadorship, love of life, Korean orphanages, and about giving from the US Army's Santa Claus, Sergeant Jimmy Wheeler.
In Part#15- I was to meet my fate. But what was it? I was reassigned and given a "Special Assignment". But what was it? I didn't know.
In Part#16- My "Special Assignment" was to ride shotgun on the trash truck going through our Army base. I banged my head on the truck's handrail and limply fell to the ground. With Kotex applied to my forehead I was taken to the Evac Hospital and returned to my unit. I am a cross between Elvis, Audie Murphy, Evel Knievel, Sad Sack, Ralph Kramden, and a crash test dummy.
In Part#17- I meet with The Iron Empress of Korea and her man, Huey P. LeDew of Houma, Louisiana. A date with my KIM...the love of my life, is arranged.

...getting me here to this point, I wait at Camp Hialeah's Gate #1 to meet with the lovely girl named KIM and with our escorts... The Iron Empress, and her husband PFC Huey P. LeDew of Houma, Louisiana. I am at the gate early, alone, and keep nervously checking my Timex. Let's see...I have my Ray Bans on, blue jeans, cowboy boots, and a gold-brown corduroy jacket. They are 29 and 3/4 seconds late! Where the hell are they?! I curse God, Buddha, Ringo Star, Commander-in-Chief Jerry Ford, and The Jackson Five! I check my watch...42.3 seconds late and counting. I pray to all the powers that be! I pray like Dick Nixon to Jerry Ford for a pardon. I prayed not just for me (so God would figure I was not some selfish and foolish racist) but for Arthur Ash, that he would make it to Wimbledon and win! I even prayed that Soul Train would outlast American Bandstand! I tried showing mercy, in an effort to get some mercy from God...so I prayed that those damned heathen Oklahoma Sooners and their head-coach (the anti-Christ) Barry Switzer be forgiven for winning the 1974 NCAA Football Championships! In case the Lord was a big fan of the Lutherans... I even praised Him for bringing victory to the lowly Texas Lutheran Bulldogs in the year of His greatness, 1974. I took on a vow of chastity, promising never to stroke-it again! I told the great "I am" that I would become a monk. A monk dedicated to minister only to the "special needs" of my girl, Kim...if only He would hear my plea from that barren desert of an army camp and give me a lucky break. Now up to then I was never one to cut deals with God but I was desperate and in love. I checked my Timex. It was as if time had stood still. I asked the MP's at the gate what time it was and wound my watch. It takes a licking but keeps on ticking. Now I'm thinking and I remembered I was an hour early. Oh, that's right. They are not late. I am early. Like I said, it was a cool Tuesday afternoon but I was sweating. I lit up another Marlboro Light and waited.
Now Mr Chicken began to peck at my brain...asking me questions. Questions like..."What are you doing getting involved with a Korean girl? What would the family back home say? You are something like 5,500 miles from home and you don't even know this girl but you think you're in love with her? What kind of crazy crap is that?! Mr Chicken continued to harass and peck my mind some more with thoughts like "What does she see in you? You are less than nothing. Unworthy of such a girl!" An anger began inside me. A rage. I deeply wanted to choke that chicken for planting such doubts! I talked back to the chicken who'd come home to roost in my mind. Shutting him up, praying to the God of Love (Tom Jones) praying...

I, I who have nothing.
I, I who have no one.
Adore you and want you so
I'm just a no one
With nothing to give you...but, oh
I LOVE YOU!

Damn the chickens! Full speed ahead! Where'd that come from? I must have been in the Navy in a previous life. My mind must be playing tricks on me. What the hell... I light up another Marlboro and check the Timex. Thirty minutes to go. I look at the flame coming from my Zippo lighter when it happens. Another spiritual attack aimed for my lame brain. I think...what if the taxi they were riding in got in a fiery crash and they were all burnt up and killed? Now I'm thinking just like my Mom, the Jehovah's Witness, herself. Damn it! Bad enough the chicken in my head but now I have to fight my Mom and fend off the Battle of Armageddon within my mind! Son.of.a.bitch. See...my Dad was an electrician and my Mom would always work up these scenarios in her head where Dad was killed while Dad was away at work when she wasn't busy talking smack about "worldly people" to some other Jehovah's Witness ladies on the party-line or reading the latest word from the Watchtower Bible and Tract Society of Old Milwaukee, Florida. Mom had options, various options, for Dad's death... like death by electrocution...or falling off a power pole. She even came up with having a power pole fall on him. But Mom's favorite story she would tell us kids, while he was at work, had to be by having my Dad die a grizzly death up on a power pole when the transformer he is servicing suddenly explodes! Blows his head clean-off! Next, the trunk of his body falls off the power pole onto an adjacent busy street when, from out of nowhere, a speeding convoy of heavy-duty semi tractor-trailer rigs (18 wheelers) carrying hundreds and thousands of telephone poles for the PG&E (Pacific Gas and Electric) run over Dad's still smoldering carcass!!! Now, after telling us kids all of this, Mom would calm us down and assure us that Jehovah God would take good care of us thanks to the "Mutual of Omaha" and that it was most unfortunate that Dad would not be one of the 144,000 chosen for heaven, since he was a heathen Baptist after-all. Mom further gave us hope for the future (without a Dad) by telling us she would buy us a ranch and we could all have our own pony. Cool, huh? Oh well... I know Jehovah is playing with me now, so I make another deal. I tell Jehovah I will be especially good and that when I come home on leave, that I will be sure and go to all the meetings at the Kingdom Hall. Even making it to the Wednesday night bible study meetings! I do this while covering up my dog tags that clearly state my name, social security number, blood type, and my religious preference....the one that says "NONE"! Oh well. Jehovah soon grants my wish (sort 'a) with the arrival of a taxi in front of the gate. I hear the unmistakable Cajun voice of Huey P. LeDew calling me over. I put out a smoke and hurry over to the Korean taxi. The taxi is blue. The sky is blue. There's no Kim in the taxi. I am blue.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

It's Friday! Let's Dance!!!

Funny how songs fit life. On April 1st 1975 I was at Gate#1, Camp Hialeah, S. Korea waiting for my lovely Kim to arrive for our 1st official (escorted) date. I was waiting and waiting. I was slowly twisting in the wind. Nervous. From the gate shack I thought I could hear AFKN-Radio (Armed Forces Korean Network) playing this song...Slow Twistin'... done by Chubby Checker and Dee Dee Sharp. So get up from the chair...stretch it on out...get with the one you love, because...It's Friday! Let's dance!

*If ya got a good dance tune or song in your haid (head) be sure to leave/link it in comments so we can drop by your place. Coming soon: Part#18 of "Love American VS Korean Style". Have a great weekend! JG

India Gets Nuke Subs...Joe Biden Surfaces

I found out that India is getting some nuke boats (nuclear powered submarines) thanks to Black Five's writer extraordinaire, Subsunk. Hmmm...I wonder what the White House has to say about this?

Meanwhile deep inside the Vice Presidential Command Bunker, located at the Lompoc Federal Penitentiary, the following communique has been sent and intercepted by Team JihadGene...

Hi friends...Joe Biden here! Since President Obama's teleprompter seems to be broken I will step in (in it) and say that the Indians should stick with the things they know best....like peace pipes, pottery, blankets, beads, cheap cigarettes, and casinos. A deer-skinned canoe, though powered and armed with nukes, when submerged, can only do so much. I must blow balast and leave you now! Gotta catch a red-eye flight to Calcutta, Ohio and kick it with some cow-loving Hindu's! Oh! Calcutta! Calcutta...where I must lodge a formal complaint against tainted 7-11 Slurpees and city full of fu@king telemarketers!

Sincerely,
Big Joe Biden (D) VP

Evan is Army Strong

I know I am supposed to be taking a break from blogging but I have to post this...ya see, I found out about Evan and his battle with cancer (brain tumor) through Black Five awhile back. We've been praying for Evan. Evan loves soldiers and life. Meet Evan and pray for him, his family, and the wonderful folks at St Jude's Childrens Hospital in Memphis, Tennessee. Evan has recently completed his last round of chemo. Pray Army Strong.

Taking a Break

I had a really crappy day at work yesterday. Everything was poop city. If I had my way I would have performed retroactive abortions on some of my "valued customers" right then and there.
Oh well. That's business. The wanting to quit blogging bug has hit me (off and on) many times in my 16 months of doing this. It's easy to say "I quit" after a few (too many) beers but the next day here I am saying "I don't quit". I like blogging. I like writing. I can't stop. I blog for me. Sorry I jerked your chain. No more Drama Llama but it may be awhile before I post again. I'm taking a break.

Finished

I'm getting sick of this. I stuck with it for over 1 year but when your Blog Mother quits, well...WTF? I put my shit out here on the line... pretty much...but I guess the pay-off was some comic-relief. I met some cyber-folks and three real ones in person...that being...That 1 Guy, Tammi, and Navy CPO (now retired)... in person! Everyone is going to Facebook. Whatever. I need a break. Writing is not easy and I don't like being pressed. I am much better at commenting when I feel like it. If I must say "I am sorry" to anyone, it is to Carol & Bill, Deltabravo, Teresa, and C_Bob. You were very kind and faithful to me. Thank you all. You who blog... continue on, but don't let it consume you. At times, this blog did just that to me. At some point I had to get up off my ass and say enough! I love you Erica (Brogg Mom). I always will.

Gene
On the DMZ near Fresno, Koweefornia

Comfort Comes in Many Forms

Here's a must read and have some tissue ready. It's funny how we take comfort in some things and disregard other things as unneeded, or of little use. In the war in Afghanistan, I would think comfort would come in the form of a letter, a shoulder squeeze, God's word, or something to eat. How about something to keep warm or cool with? I hadn't thought of comfort in the form of a musical instrument. Thanks to the Tankerbabe and a WWII Veteran named Mr Gist...I now know otherwise. Go to From Cow Pastures to Kosovo and keep our troops and their families in prayer.

Fireworks I Would Buy

Those goat-humping piss-ants of the Minnesota chapter of CAIR, Council on American-Islamic Relations, have gone and had a fine piece of fireworks pulled off the shelves in Wisconsin! See HERE. This All-American (made in China) Holiday Hellfire Pyrotechnic Piece is no longer available due to the sensitivities of their group (Radicalized Islam Loving Lawyers). You gotta love the art work consisting of a bunch of camel jockeys running from a really made in the USA, F-117 stealth fighter and the warning label which starts off with the words..."Shoots flaming balls"! Wonder if they got it on Ebay? I wonder if South Wisconsin will go to war with North Minnesota over this? Praise Allah, I'm outta here...gotta go to church and pray for the defeat of the Taliban and Al Qaeda. God bless our troops and to hell with radicalized Islamic terrorists!

Happy 4th of July

Have a great 4th of July and please don't forget our troops and their families, this day. Keep them in your prayers. We are truly blessed, here in America, by having such fine folks in our military. Freedom is not free.

It's Friday! Let's Fight!!!

Things are back to normal out here on the DMZ near Fresno, California. Wife in my arms, dogs fighting for their share of the attention, and our son Benjamin is back to his martial arts training. Being as it's Friday and all...with Ben getting ready for a big Hwa Rang Do tournament in L.A. soon, today's song is "Kung Fu Fighting". So get up outta those chairs off and off of those money-makers of yours, people! Don't be no Kung Fool but do get up and throw some serious combinations! Why, you dare ask? Because it's a Friday, Grasshopper! Let's Fight! I mean, DANCE!!!
* If you have a cool dance tune, then leave a link in comments, and it's on!

Reporting From South Korea

When you are in South Korea and your Uncle works for KBS... feel free to do the weather! Here's my son Ben on the blue screen.... Al Roker beware!!!

When you are in South Korea be very cautious of swords!


Swords from the Korean National Museum.



Nothing like a family B-B-Que at Uncle U-Tae's in the country! He built this place in 2006.
Please pray for U-Tae's wife as she continues battling cancer and tires easily, but still loves to laugh. A beautiful family I've married into!



Speaking of beautiful...
Ben and his cousin Jina. My wife Kim in 1975, was prettier than even our niece Jina. I married above my pay-grade. Very happily so!!!

They're Home!

My lovely KIM and wonderful son Ben, have returned from South Korea. The video's song
pretty-much sums up my feelings about having them back.