<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098861</id><updated>2009-11-23T11:25:40.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenders' Musings</title><subtitle type='html'>Where you never know what you're gonna get.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendersmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendersmusings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>kender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10865548899332888113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>973</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098861.post-2968947496957873088</id><published>2009-11-05T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:02:01.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Word about the Ft. Hood Shootings</title><content type='html'>So the alleged main shooter at Ft. Hood is a recent convert to islam. I will wager his accomplices are also islamic.&amp;nbsp; This was a terrorist attack perpetrated by islamic militants embedded in the U.S. military.&amp;nbsp; How do you think other soldiers will feel having to serve with other muslims who may at any moment decide to go on an allah sanctioned killing spree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now one thing....if I were in the military at this moment I would sleep with one eye open and a gun in my hand if I had muslims in my unit.....religion of peace my ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098861-2968947496957873088?l=kendersmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/2968947496957873088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/2968947496957873088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendersmusings.blogspot.com/2009/11/word-about-ft-hood-shootings.html' title='A Word about the Ft. Hood Shootings'/><author><name>kender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10865548899332888113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09295905897688370976'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098861.post-1453921577525941402</id><published>2009-11-02T14:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:28:02.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>By Your Words</title><content type='html'>The left love to say what they do is "for the children." Let me tell you something. Myself, and those of my ilk (conservative-gun-totin'-bible-clinging-freedom-lovi&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ng-constitution-quotin'-re&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;d-white-and-blue-neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-flyo&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ver-state-patriotic-will-k&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ick-your-patchouli-reeking&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-ass-for-burning-a flag-in-front-of-us-sons-a&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-bitches) are doing what we do for OUR children. Not yours. We believe you can raise your limp wristed granola muncher any damned way you want to and we should have the same right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care what you want to tell your kid at home but you shouldn't be telling our kids that in school. We don't care about your twisted warped, weak ass, socialist ideas, they were NOT what this country was founded on. This country was founded on the idea of the individual not the collective. You want that? Move to europe and do me a favor, tell them as soon as all you panty-waisted socialist twits get over there the good ol' U.S. of A. will step back and let europe pay for their own national defense and we'll see how long that welfare state lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a bunch of you are thinking America is going the way of europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leaders in D.C., as many of you have finally (possibly too late) realized are pushing us towards socialism. This infuriates me. It terrifies me. It also gives me courage. I don't have a lot in the world in the way of material possessions. I don't have much money and live (for now) at what would be, if I were alone in this world, a poverty level. What I do have is family and friends which gives me more riches than any king ever knew for I know they stand beside me not because of what I can give them but for who I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most important to me in this world is my son. My brilliant, precocious son. He has a heart as big as the world, endless potential and a mind that I have learned eclipses that of his mother and I when we were his age. In a world of unbridled freedom and equal opportunity, where he could rise as high as his intellect and ambition could take him he could be an unstoppable force, achieving goals I simply cannot imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world of socialist statism, where the goal is equal outcomes, not equal opportunity, he will be hobbled, constrained by the natural order of people not as intelligent or ambitious or even as lucky as others who are raised up artificially by a government led not be the tenets of Liberty but by the tenets of "fairness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shall not happen on my watch and if it does it won't be because I sat around unwilling to back my words with actions, letting the sacrifices of better men who have gone before me meaningless and allowing my son to live in a world where freedom is simply an abstract concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will NOT let these socialist bastards steal my country and my liberty without a fight. We are quickly approaching the time when words will be useless and sides must be chosen. Either one believes in the greatness of the human spirit unbridled to lift themselves up or they believe we are incapable and simply subjects of those who would "lead" us as lambs are led to slaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me an extremist, call me a terrorist or call me a patriot, by your words will I know where you stand. By your words will I know whether you are friend or foe. By your words shall you live or die a free man beside me or a slave to tyrants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By your words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098861-1453921577525941402?l=kendersmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/1453921577525941402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/1453921577525941402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendersmusings.blogspot.com/2009/11/by-your-words.html' title='By Your Words'/><author><name>kender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10865548899332888113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09295905897688370976'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098861.post-2887738546014564085</id><published>2009-10-07T03:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T03:42:19.008-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>When the last note sounds</title><content type='html'>When the last flag is folded&lt;br /&gt;The last soldier laid to rest&lt;br /&gt;The final battle fought&lt;br /&gt;And we've passed the final test&lt;br /&gt;When the last poppy withers&lt;br /&gt;In the grass of Flanders Field&lt;br /&gt;When the last man surrenders&lt;br /&gt;When the last soldier yields&lt;br /&gt;When the wars have all ended&lt;br /&gt;When peace reigns supreme&lt;br /&gt;When the guns have fallen silent&lt;br /&gt;When the world is serene&lt;br /&gt;When we know of no more bloodshed&lt;br /&gt;And we learn to live as one&lt;br /&gt;Using words to settle things&lt;br /&gt;Instead of using guns&lt;br /&gt;We'll know we fought the good fight&lt;br /&gt;Paid the price the piper said&lt;br /&gt;Giving honor to our fallen&lt;br /&gt;Singing songs about our dead&lt;br /&gt;We'll build cairns to those old soldiers&lt;br /&gt;Make their grave a hallowed ground&lt;br /&gt;And swear we're done with fighting&lt;br /&gt;When the last note sounds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098861-2887738546014564085?l=kendersmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/2887738546014564085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/2887738546014564085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendersmusings.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-last-note-sounds.html' title='When the last note sounds'/><author><name>kender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10865548899332888113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09295905897688370976'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098861.post-3798494744652623501</id><published>2009-10-07T02:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T02:02:48.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>A Soldier's Wish</title><content type='html'>The night grows cold as soldiers wait&lt;br /&gt;For our charge will start at dawn&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell our fate&lt;br /&gt;If we will die or live on&lt;br /&gt;The horses stamp their feet upon&lt;br /&gt;Frozen winter ground&lt;br /&gt;Our general has brought us here&lt;br /&gt;Where destiny is found&lt;br /&gt;Our names they do not matter much&lt;br /&gt;Nor the war in which we fight&lt;br /&gt;The battle we are in is the same&lt;br /&gt;By dawns cool early light&lt;br /&gt;Through eras have we fought this war&lt;br /&gt;With musket, sword and gun&lt;br /&gt;We've died a warriors lonely death&lt;br /&gt;Neath countless noonday suns&lt;br /&gt;Our honor is for us alone&lt;br /&gt;As our blood stains the earth&lt;br /&gt;But we live on in stories told&lt;br /&gt;Around a blazing hearth&lt;br /&gt;So sing our song of battle lust&lt;br /&gt;Speak well of our brave deeds&lt;br /&gt;The tales of glory for our sons&lt;br /&gt;Will plant the fertile seeds&lt;br /&gt;To grow the patriots we need&lt;br /&gt;So Freedom will not wane&lt;br /&gt;So raise the lads to fight for us&lt;br /&gt;Or we'll have died in vain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098861-3798494744652623501?l=kendersmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://kendersmusings.blogspot.com/2009/09/get-em-while-theyre-hot.html' title='get &apos;em while they&apos;re hot'/><author><name>Caoilfhionn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232573780974695200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12383987384032913993'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__bIRlQuanjI/SsPR53p8O5I/AAAAAAAAALw/b7ezWJMBjhQ/s72-c/Picture+12.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098861.post-8310368390706136757</id><published>2009-09-28T19:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:35:51.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Antiseptic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__bIRlQuanjI/SsFyClc0EUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/n38LjkKd6k8/s1600-h/barackside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__bIRlQuanjI/SsFyClc0EUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/n38LjkKd6k8/s320/barackside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386712018050093378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098861-8310368390706136757?l=kendersmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.tobydials.com/td/node/363' title='New Antiseptic'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/8310368390706136757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/8310368390706136757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendersmusings.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-antiseptic.html' title='New Antiseptic'/><author><name>Caoilfhionn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232573780974695200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12383987384032913993'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__bIRlQuanjI/SsFyClc0EUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/n38LjkKd6k8/s72-c/barackside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098861.post-4627843710495259350</id><published>2009-09-27T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:03:36.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conservative versus Liberal</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--wpfooterz--&gt;&lt;div id="content" class="widecolumn"&gt;     &lt;div class="post" id="post-18151"&gt;This is so true..."liberals" have morphed by definition into totalitarian idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If a conservative doesn’t like guns, they don’t buy one.  Since a liberal doesn’t like guns, then no one should have one.&lt;div class="entry"&gt; &lt;p&gt;If a conservative is a vegetarian, they don’t eat meat.  If a liberal is, they want to ban all meat products for everyone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If a conservative sees a foreign threat, he thinks about how to defeat his enemy. A liberal wonders how to surrender gracefully and still look good.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If a conservative is homosexual, they quietly enjoy their life. When a liberal is homosexual, they loudly demand legislated respect.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If a black man or Hispanic is conservative, they see themselves as independently successful. Their liberal counterparts see themselves as victims in need of government protection.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If a conservative is down-and-out, he thinks about how to better his situation. A liberal wonders who is going to take care of him..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If a conservative doesn’t like a talk show host, he switches channels. Liberals demand that those they don’t like be taken off the air.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If a conservative is a non-believer, he doesn’t go to church. When a liberal is a non-believer, he wants all churches to be silenced. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If a conservative decides he needs health care, he goes about shopping for it, or may choose a job that provides it.. When a liberal decides he needs health care, he demands that his neighbors pay for his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That little bit of reality is brought to you &lt;a href="http://thevoice.name/?p=18151"&gt;by Carolyn Hileman at The Voice.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time in the not-so-distant past when "liberal" meant "anything goes" - "love the one you're with" - "free love" and all that.  Those were the days when I personally thought liberals just wanted to be perpetual adolescents.  Not anymore - the whole ideology has taken on a creepy feel to it.  Now instead of mere irresponsibility, we've added government as the parent - the police - the overseer of your life.  Because, I guess, the assumption is people are too dumb to make their own decisions.  But when looking at Pelosi and those who are in charge of making the decisions...I shudder as I watch what they're doing; and my stomach gets literally queasy when I think of what lies ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098861-4627843710495259350?l=kendersmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://thevoice.name/?p=18151' title='Conservative versus Liberal'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://thevoice.name/?p=18151' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/4627843710495259350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/4627843710495259350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendersmusings.blogspot.com/2009/09/conservative-versus-liberal.html' title='Conservative versus Liberal'/><author><name>Caoilfhionn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232573780974695200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12383987384032913993'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098861.post-3399951738170310331</id><published>2009-06-15T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T06:51:54.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>In My Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my dreams I hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The roar and screams of battle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my dreams I hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A brave soldiers lone death rattle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my dreams I hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sound of scared men praying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my dreams I hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taps a-sadly playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my dreams I hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Minute Men a-callin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my dreams I hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The millions who have fallen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my dreams I hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whispers in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your freedom is a precious thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So don't give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my dreams the soldiers speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of lives they gave for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my dreams I thank them for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The gift of being free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my dreams I hear the words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lonely plaintive sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my dreams I whisper back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will not let you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098861-3399951738170310331?l=kendersmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/3399951738170310331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/3399951738170310331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendersmusings.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-my-dreams.html' title='In My Dreams'/><author><name>kender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10865548899332888113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09295905897688370976'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098861.post-2935697317039714948</id><published>2009-05-21T23:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:22:38.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just testing something</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ea3c2hldq5xy5u83f7mnm2pb-7.hop.clickbank.net/" target="_top"&gt;Click Here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098861-2935697317039714948?l=kendersmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/2935697317039714948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/2935697317039714948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendersmusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-testing-something.html' title='just testing something'/><author><name>kender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10865548899332888113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09295905897688370976'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098861.post-5926054206242381555</id><published>2009-05-13T18:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:03:05.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://metaboompro.com/go.php?a=3&amp;p=5"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://metaboompro.com/twittereffect/images/2.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br class="innova"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually making money using this to use twitter to sell things online....who knew it could work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098861-5926054206242381555?l=kendersmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/5926054206242381555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/5926054206242381555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendersmusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/making-money.html' title='Making Money'/><author><name>kender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10865548899332888113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09295905897688370976'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098861.post-6312488686199343880</id><published>2009-05-05T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:46:26.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Request For Those Who Support Obama</title><content type='html'>Dear Obama Supporter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that your President is in office and you have gotten to see exactly what he stands for and what he is about I have a small request.  You see, Obama's Spread the Wealth policies are, due to the size of government, a bit slow and I am not going to get anything from Obama spread my way for awhile.  That's where you come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flatly put I want you to prove your dedication to Obama's spread the wealth policy and give me money. Sure, I didn't and will do nothing to earn your money, but that is not the point is it?  The point is to spread the wealth around.  It doesn't matter how much you spread either, although 10% would be a good start but I would feel like a church if you did that so let's say 40% of what you make. Too much?  How about 50%?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously...if you believe in these policies put your money where your mouth is and use the donate button in the left hand column and show me the money. I promise all funds will be used to prop up the economy at the local bar and gun store and my brother has even pledged to use some of these funds to help support several single mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balls in your court.  Thanks for your support&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098861-6312488686199343880?l=kendersmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/6312488686199343880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/6312488686199343880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendersmusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/request-for-those-who-support-obama.html' title='A Request For Those Who Support Obama'/><author><name>kender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10865548899332888113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09295905897688370976'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098861.post-6455417683414285297</id><published>2009-04-16T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T06:52:18.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Musings on an Angels Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We met in the ether of cyberspace, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sarcastic flirts on a facebook page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sadness profound tinged your words tart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In them I heard the death of a heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart laid on a soul shattered badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which caused my words to be spoken sadly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Within those curt words of loss and betrayal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You sensed a heart striving, refusing to fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You lifted my up with love sweetly kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Causing my heart to emit a faint shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here, you whispered, it's not truly broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AS it shone in the past should give us some hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hearts such as these never really die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The soul deep within them will always try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So you raised me up as I did for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our love like sunflowers quickly grew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Always searching for the brightside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our love it pounds as storm tossed sea tide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Strong and steady eternal grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As form one life to next we race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eternal love my soul to yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From mountaintops to scottish moors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From era to era year to year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Losing us our only fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life to life we play this game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes obscure sometimes in fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But when the game is done at last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And before heavens host we stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The angels chorus will raise on high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A song of envy and lost pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For surely no heavenly host exists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who owns a love as deep as this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and history will sing of Kenders heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How he and his angel could not be apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the legends of love will bow before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Queen of the Heart and Kender her Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098861-6455417683414285297?l=kendersmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/6455417683414285297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/6455417683414285297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendersmusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/musings-on-angels-love.html' title='Musings on an Angels Love'/><author><name>kender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10865548899332888113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09295905897688370976'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098861.post-2231433191633941310</id><published>2009-04-13T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:45:10.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random musings late at night</title><content type='html'>if you have 6 teeth, a googly eye and a 4th grade education you probably aren't gonna get far in life...and I always wondered how someone with 6 teeth didn't drool all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to long island...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe how much I am on stage this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also cant believe I get to perform at the laugh factory in hollywood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida was a great time and I am looking forward to the next trip there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have finally decided on what bike I am getting next week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made the L.A. County fair longer this year which means more money for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also looking forward to the run of faire coming up...I think I have 3 shows a day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dallas show may be postponed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chicago one wont be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor will Ohio or San Francisco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Riverside fans are now sending me their poetry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go ice skating with Shel again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest article I sold is about facebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowardice pisses me off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the state should go after deadbeat dads girlfriends too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept of a mental midget in a family of intelligentsia would make a good sitcom...is "intelligentsia" too big a word for someone with an IQ of 80?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the part of the patriot act that connected states, so if you owe money to one state none of the states will issue you a license for anything is a good thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they should lock deadbeat dads in jail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a dead beat dad...and aside from the state he owes many people mucho dinero...they'll never see it though because, well, he's a deadbeat...funny thing about that is, the ways the laws are set up he will never be able to get out from under it...and will die broke after ruining countless more lives...I think it will make a good movie....we could call it the good, the stupid and the broke-ass-deadbeat dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can get the kid that played Corky to play the dead beat dad...but he's gonna need to dumb it down a bit, because frankly a guy with downs syndrome is simply smarter than the deadbeat dad I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if he doesn't drool...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098861-2231433191633941310?l=kendersmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/2231433191633941310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/2231433191633941310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendersmusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-musings-late-at-night.html' title='random musings late at night'/><author><name>kender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10865548899332888113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09295905897688370976'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098861.post-689246545125163025</id><published>2009-04-11T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:27:42.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From a Friend in email</title><content type='html'>Early (way too early) this morning, my dog decided to kill a skunk. Oh, the humanity! My first instinct was to just throw it in the trash. It really, really, really stunk. So, I thought about it, and horribly thought, "Gee, I should call animal control to get rid of this thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry. I have learned, and I promise I will never, ever do so again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I called animal control, and the moron who answered the phone blathered on until he talked to "an officer." Then he said that the officer would be out "to investigate." She came out (about 8 hours later) and took a report. Yes, the dog had a current rabies shot. No, I don't know anything about the skunk. Sure, go ahead and send the head off for rabies check. Everything was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three hours later, the phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "investigator" was calling. She suddenly explained that they were not going to send the head off to determine if it had rabies (I didn't care, because the dog had his shots). But, oh, by the way -- I had three days to get a booster shot for the dog. And by the way, on Monday (this all happened on Saturday), the department would be following up to check on the rabies information I had provided them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, the call, as I interpreted it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have three days to pay money to get another state-mandated shot, despite already having the state-mandated shot. If you do not, you will be jailed. And we are going to investigate you on Monday to determine if you already have the state-mandated shot. If the number you provided us does not match our records, we will also jail you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy friggin crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on doing not a damn thing on Monday. I already vaccinated my damn dog. If the damn vaccination isn't any good, why the hell did I vaccinate the dog? If the damn state wants to come take my dog, I will resist them. If they want to friggin arrest and jail me for not paying for a "booster" shot for the damn vaccination I already paid a state-mandated fee for, they can damn well arrest me. If the sorry-ass "animal investigator" calls me, I'm not answering the damn phone. If the sheriff shows up, he can stand outside and suck eggs until he breaks down my damn door over a damn "booster" shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Government really, really sucks. I've always known it, but this is more than enough for me. I've known government sucks, but this is I guess what it takes to make it personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to classify myself as an anarchist, if this is what government looks like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098861-689246545125163025?l=kendersmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/689246545125163025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/689246545125163025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendersmusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-friend-in-email.html' title='From a Friend in email'/><author><name>kender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10865548899332888113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09295905897688370976'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098861.post-8729684170240351931</id><published>2009-04-04T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:45:35.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for my renegade friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1441455035/sr=1-1/qid=1238830624/ref=olp_product_details?ie=UTF8&amp;me=&amp;qid=1238830624&amp;sr=1-1&amp;seller="&gt;the imaginary book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098861-8729684170240351931?l=kendersmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/8729684170240351931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/8729684170240351931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendersmusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-my-renegade-friends.html' title='for my renegade friends'/><author><name>kender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10865548899332888113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09295905897688370976'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098861.post-6593857406698438971</id><published>2009-03-29T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:56:36.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Renegade Doggerel</title><content type='html'>Seems I have a couple of new british fans from a board that is not taking new members.  This means of course I cannot chat with them. I was going to toss up a short bit of verse for them, but really dont feel like putting the energy into clever word play about cigarettes and homosexuals....at the end of the day they happen to be wankers of the sort who live in grimy flats and probably smoke like a frenchmen (holding their smoke in a most "faggy" manner) and smell like an italian whore...or their mothers...but I repeat myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So chris and ashles, thank you for stopping by.  If you make it to L.A. feel free to stop by the laugh factory in hollywood when I am on stage and dont forget to pick up a copy of my book on your way out....I might even be nice enough to sign it for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098861-6593857406698438971?l=kendersmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/6593857406698438971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/6593857406698438971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendersmusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/renegade-doggerel.html' title='Renegade Doggerel'/><author><name>kender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10865548899332888113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09295905897688370976'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098861.post-7861609792204301950</id><published>2009-03-21T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:25:46.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Soaring Heart</title><content type='html'>Soaring Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a hawk&lt;br /&gt;On an updraft&lt;br /&gt;Swift, rising&lt;br /&gt;World opening&lt;br /&gt;As a flower &lt;br /&gt;On a summers morn&lt;br /&gt;Does&lt;br /&gt;My heart soar..&lt;br /&gt;As cool water&lt;br /&gt;Cascading&lt;br /&gt;Riotous in the tumult&lt;br /&gt;Of your absence&lt;br /&gt;Serene in the gentleness&lt;br /&gt;As you lay beside me&lt;br /&gt;Does your love carve&lt;br /&gt;Your name upon my heart&lt;br /&gt;Deeper as it runs&lt;br /&gt;Swift and true&lt;br /&gt;Marking forever&lt;br /&gt;The landscape of my soul&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;And your love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098861-7861609792204301950?l=kendersmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/7861609792204301950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/7861609792204301950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendersmusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/soaring-heart.html' title='Soaring Heart'/><author><name>kender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10865548899332888113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09295905897688370976'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098861.post-8350870964288326788</id><published>2009-03-20T22:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:00:48.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>For Freedoms Sake</title><content type='html'>We listen to folks&lt;br /&gt;Say everyday&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about it&lt;br /&gt;It'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;As the bailouts fly&lt;br /&gt;More money is spent&lt;br /&gt;While regular folks&lt;br /&gt;Barely make the rent&lt;br /&gt;Fifty two million&lt;br /&gt;Cast a vote&lt;br /&gt;For a jug eared fool&lt;br /&gt;Who's a shady joke&lt;br /&gt;Now many of you&lt;br /&gt;Have rightly concluded&lt;br /&gt;The democrats&lt;br /&gt;Are just deluded&lt;br /&gt;You cannot fix&lt;br /&gt;This mess of ours&lt;br /&gt;Nationalizing banks&lt;br /&gt;And makers of cars&lt;br /&gt;We need some fiscal&lt;br /&gt;Common sense&lt;br /&gt;No more sitting&lt;br /&gt;On the fence&lt;br /&gt;It's time to tell&lt;br /&gt;Those lazy jerks&lt;br /&gt;Get off your ass&lt;br /&gt;Get back to work&lt;br /&gt;No one owes you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing bub&lt;br /&gt;But liberty&lt;br /&gt;And here's the rub&lt;br /&gt;The things you need&lt;br /&gt;To live your life&lt;br /&gt;A house, a car&lt;br /&gt;A lovely wife&lt;br /&gt;A job, some food&lt;br /&gt;Healthcare too&lt;br /&gt;To get these things&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you&lt;br /&gt;When these you get&lt;br /&gt;From Uncle Sam&lt;br /&gt;You steal our freedom&lt;br /&gt;It's just a sham&lt;br /&gt;The money I make&lt;br /&gt;Should belong to me&lt;br /&gt;To save or spend&lt;br /&gt;It's mine you see&lt;br /&gt;So take this warning&lt;br /&gt;Heed it well&lt;br /&gt;Your bailout plan&lt;br /&gt;Was made in hell&lt;br /&gt;Those who voted&lt;br /&gt;For this thief&lt;br /&gt;Will soon wake up&lt;br /&gt;And learn of grief&lt;br /&gt;When liberty's gone&lt;br /&gt;And we're all slaves&lt;br /&gt;We'll beg for death&lt;br /&gt;And an early grave&lt;br /&gt;So what will we give&lt;br /&gt;For freedoms life&lt;br /&gt;Are we willing&lt;br /&gt;To sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;Our fortunes, our honor&lt;br /&gt;Even our lives&lt;br /&gt;Knowing before&lt;br /&gt;Great men did strive&lt;br /&gt;And spill their blood&lt;br /&gt;For liberty&lt;br /&gt;How far will you go&lt;br /&gt;I know for me&lt;br /&gt;No cost too high&lt;br /&gt;No price too steep&lt;br /&gt;To live in freedom&lt;br /&gt;And not as sheep&lt;br /&gt;What price my friends&lt;br /&gt;What will it be&lt;br /&gt;To live as slaves&lt;br /&gt;Not I says me&lt;br /&gt;Rally up lads&lt;br /&gt;The pipes are callin&lt;br /&gt;And some of us&lt;br /&gt;Will sure be fallin&lt;br /&gt;But when we water&lt;br /&gt;Libertys tree&lt;br /&gt;With the blood of friend&lt;br /&gt;And foe you see&lt;br /&gt;She grows much larger&lt;br /&gt;Her roots go deep&lt;br /&gt;While 'neath her&lt;br /&gt;Many brave men do sleep&lt;br /&gt;We meet at dawn&lt;br /&gt;The field to take&lt;br /&gt;So find your heart&lt;br /&gt;For Freedoms sake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098861-8350870964288326788?l=kendersmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/8350870964288326788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/8350870964288326788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendersmusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-freedoms-sake.html' title='For Freedoms Sake'/><author><name>kender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10865548899332888113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09295905897688370976'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098861.post-2831884406618649461</id><published>2009-03-18T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:05:54.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Keep Your Powder Dry</title><content type='html'>The shot heard round the world&lt;br /&gt;Led to freedom ringing clear&lt;br /&gt;We've kept the fire burning bright&lt;br /&gt;For two hundred plus years&lt;br /&gt;Now the tide has turned agin us&lt;br /&gt;Our freedom is being sold&lt;br /&gt;Where is the courage we once had&lt;br /&gt;The patriots so bold?&lt;br /&gt;A once great country gasps her last&lt;br /&gt;She withers in the field&lt;br /&gt;While government as cancer grows&lt;br /&gt;Lady Liberty does yield&lt;br /&gt;So is this it? oh shall we quit?&lt;br /&gt;Should freedom fade away?&lt;br /&gt;Is this the final curtain call&lt;br /&gt;Has freedom seen its day?&lt;br /&gt;HELL NO I say as I rise up&lt;br /&gt;My rifle in my hand&lt;br /&gt;I'll not lose my liberty&lt;br /&gt;I'll not lose my land&lt;br /&gt;So stand with me brave patriots&lt;br /&gt;Against the rushing tide&lt;br /&gt;No longer shall we silent stand&lt;br /&gt;No longer will we hide&lt;br /&gt;No longer will their words hold sway&lt;br /&gt;No longer will they steal&lt;br /&gt;The freedom God has given us&lt;br /&gt;No longer will we yield&lt;br /&gt;We stand atop the parapets&lt;br /&gt;Our trumpets blowing loud&lt;br /&gt;To spread the truth of Freedoms Call&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the gathering crowd&lt;br /&gt;Grab your coat, pick up your gun&lt;br /&gt;Take up the battle cry&lt;br /&gt;Be ready for the coming war&lt;br /&gt;And keep your powder dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kender MacGowan&lt;br /&gt;3-18-2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098861-2831884406618649461?l=kendersmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/2831884406618649461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/2831884406618649461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendersmusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/keep-your-powder-dry.html' title='Keep Your Powder Dry'/><author><name>kender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10865548899332888113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09295905897688370976'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098861.post-9208025629271613349</id><published>2009-03-17T00:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:06:20.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Happy St. Pats Day</title><content type='html'>It's St. Pats day so have an ale&lt;br /&gt;Or some Irish whiskey straight&lt;br /&gt;And before the devil knows you're dead&lt;br /&gt;May ye be at heavens gate&lt;br /&gt;Drink up and sing of Danny Boy&lt;br /&gt;And curse the English way&lt;br /&gt;You'll never get no better folks&lt;br /&gt;You're all Irish today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098861-9208025629271613349?l=kendersmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/9208025629271613349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/9208025629271613349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendersmusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-pats-day.html' title='Happy St. Pats Day'/><author><name>kender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10865548899332888113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09295905897688370976'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098861.post-5884959400772221794</id><published>2009-03-15T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:06:42.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Tis a long way</title><content type='html'>Tis a long way to tipperary&lt;br /&gt;Or so the mintrel sings&lt;br /&gt;Tis long way to ulster town&lt;br /&gt;Lest you are blessed with wings&lt;br /&gt;Tis a long way from birth to death&lt;br /&gt;If a lucky clean life ya lead&lt;br /&gt;Tis a long way from few to plenty&lt;br /&gt;If ye dont plant the seed&lt;br /&gt;Long travels I have roved thru lass&lt;br /&gt;Long years upon the road&lt;br /&gt;The longest trip a man can take&lt;br /&gt;Is to a heart I'm told&lt;br /&gt;But precious life has blessed to me&lt;br /&gt;The knowledge of the heart&lt;br /&gt;No matter the length of the road to your love&lt;br /&gt;Its a short road to be apart&lt;br /&gt;So tread softly and treat 'em right&lt;br /&gt;Say nuthin to upset 'em&lt;br /&gt;For if you anger a sweet colleen&lt;br /&gt;You'll never get to wed 'em&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098861-5884959400772221794?l=kendersmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/5884959400772221794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/5884959400772221794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendersmusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/tis-long-way.html' title='Tis a long way'/><author><name>kender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10865548899332888113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09295905897688370976'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098861.post-1582423210076374954</id><published>2009-02-07T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T06:58:20.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Moving</title><content type='html'>I can now be found at the new dig for Kenders...click post title to be redirected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kender.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://kender.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please make a note of it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098861-1582423210076374954?l=kendersmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://kender.wordpress.com/' title='I am Moving'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/1582423210076374954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/1582423210076374954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendersmusings.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-moving.html' title='I am Moving'/><author><name>kender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10865548899332888113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09295905897688370976'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098861.post-6405856108119410663</id><published>2009-01-21T02:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T02:17:48.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Pledge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bighollywood.breitbart.com/breitbart/2009/01/19/where-were-you-celebrities-after-911/"&gt;Breitbarts article on Big Hollywood&lt;/a&gt; ridiculing celebrities for making a pledge to better the world and work with our new messi-I mean president after spending 8 long years denigrating the former President and making anyone who supported him want to strangle them for their arrogant stupidity is a work of genius, of course, because well, it's Breitbart.  But he inspired me to put together my own pledge list, and the video version will hopefully be out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I pledge to give as much of a chance to Obama as his sycophantic cultic moonbat contingent gave Bush for eight years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pledge to contribute to global warming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pledge to increase foreclosures on the unwashed masses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pledge to exploit the poor and the weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pledge to grind my heel into the working mans back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pledge to tell more racist jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pledge to hire more illegals, and screw American workers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pledge to pay my illegal workers lower wages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pledge to destroy the environment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pledge to club more baby seals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pledge to wear more fur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pledge to eat more meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pledge blindly hate people not like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pledge to be greedier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pledge to be meaner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pledge preach at you more, and tolerate you less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pledge to work for war, because there is no money is peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pledge to laugh at stupid celebrities who think pledges will change the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pledge to be more close minded, spout more platitudes and believe in utterly empty kumbuy-friggin-yah measures while the wolves howl at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your pledge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pledge to treat their president as they treated mine, to treat them as they treated us, because together we can, together we are and together we will be following sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your pledge?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098861-6405856108119410663?l=kendersmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/6405856108119410663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098861/posts/default/6405856108119410663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendersmusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-pledge.html' title='I Pledge'/><author><name>kender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10865548899332888113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09295905897688370976'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098861.post-917767122495926974</id><published>2009-01-11T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T23:30:03.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PETA, Sea Kittens and Lunch</title><content type='html'>PETA’s call to remake the image of fish by changing their name to “sea kitten” — a cuddly and adorable moniker to be sure — got me to thinking. Men have many euphemisms for female private parts, some nice some not. Renaming fish to sea kittens, while a warm and fuzzy thought, causes many problems and has the potential to sow massive confusion in the world where euphemisms regarding women are concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I am wondering, if we change the name of fish to sea kittens will we have a nickname for fish as we do for land cats? Land cats (for those who may live under a rock or are completely obtuse) are also called pussycats. I am certain I don’t have to lay out the obvious thought following the preceding one other than to say a whole new world opened up before me with PETA’s latest campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problems start with men and where our brains are located. Many women believe we tend to think with our stomachs. Other females believe our thought processes emanate from a little lower on the male anatomy. For us males, the prospect of confusing the pleasurable past time of fishing and eating fish with the sometimes equally gratifying diversion of lovemaking will no doubt cause our brains to cramp up and our heads to explode, thus denuding planet Earth of males capable of reproducing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But simply calling fish something cutesy sounding won’t change the fact that they are still slimy, pointy-headed, bug-eyed but tasty creatures. It’s the confusion sown by this radical change that will no doubt make speaking about carnal delights and lunch even more interchangeable and take the connection between them to a rhetorical level never before imagined except in the minds of perhaps Larry Flynt or Camille Paglia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking a sea kitten sandwich sounds much more exotic than a “Filet-O-Fish,” but a seapussy sandwich is in the realm of the unknown. What about catfish? Would it now be catkitten? Or catpussy maybe? It’s probably a good thing former major league pitcher James “Catfish” Hunter has left this world otherwise he would have to be known as “Catkitten” Hunter — not the kind of nickname that would ordinarily land one in the Hall of Fame. And what about SpongeBob’s loyal sidekick Patrick the Starfish? Would he now be known as Patrick the Star-Seakitten? Or the Star-Seapussy cat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New troubles also arise in the world of sport fishing. When a man tells his wife he is going trolling, she’ll look askance at him while making certain he takes the boat with him when he leaves the house. After all, if you say you are heading out to go “kittening” and tell the wife you will be bringing some seapussy home for dinner, well, I can see the trouble brewing now with PETA’s misguided attempt to save the animals, even the tasty ones. Try it on your wife tonight and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other possible changes are whitefish being known as white kitten (whitepussy being trademarked by the aforementioned Mr. Flynt) and swordfish becoming sword kittens, which sounds a lot like some dagger-weilding, anime superhero. The problem of walking into a pet store and asking for kitten food is going to cause confusion not seen since Clinton muttered something about what the definition of “is” is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I envision a whole new industry of sea kitten recipe books. The Brits would also have a grand time with this change of nomenclature. A nation that eagerly scarfs down seapussy and chips at lunch every day may actually help bring about world peace. Millions of kids eating seapussy sticks for school lunch, however, are certain to get Dobson and his bunch in an uproar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great angle to this whole insane plan is the phrase “fishing expedition” to denote someone who is simply “casting about” in hopes of finding incriminating evidence. The phrase “sea kitten expedition” is simply too unwieldy, but the phrase “sea pussy expedition” makes it sound as it you are searching for lustful mermaids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By far the most egregious changes which will take place must be the ones to be foisted on us when churches everywhere start giving sermons about the loaves and the seakitten. No matter how awkward the phrase, get used to it because no preacher in his right mind is going to do a sermon on the loaves and the seapussies. (If you hear of one, let me know. Now that’s a sermon I don’t want to miss.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is obviously not a well thought out plan by the radical anti-people screwballs, and to tell you the truth, the concept of renaming fish as sea kittens has me laughing so hard I can barely type. It also makes me wonder if anyone at PETA gave an ounce of serious thought before saying, “Hey, yeah, let’s try to get people to associate fish with kittens.” However, that is not really the worst of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst comes when we get stuck on stupid and let a bunch of misguided goofballs start making us feel guilty for eating ugly animals that taste good in some sad attempt to save the planet. God gave us ugly animals so we wouldn’t feel bad about eating them. That’s a fact. It’s in the Bible somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day I only have two questions running through my head. First, if sea kitten tastes so good might not land kitten be tasty also? 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