British Cabbie . . . .

Pussy In The White House And Other Shit!

Barrack just can't seem to get away from that goat ... I think he likes it.

Can you tell I'm pissed and at who?

Two (or more) Fer Tuesday Stuff . . . .

Message To ISIS:

Thank You Facebook Buddies

Awww Monday ~ Woodsterman Style XXIII

Rats in Africa are saving tons of lives

in the most badass way possible.

 Everyone’s least favourite rodent has been tasked with cleaning up the lethal leftovers of war.
Land mines kill thousands every year, but these rats have been trained to save lives by sniffing out the scent of explosives.
The group responsible for training the rodents is APOPO – which stands for
Anti-Persoonsmijnen Ontmijnende Product Ontwikkeling in Dutch, or Anti-Personnel Landmines Detection Product Development in English.

 Using positive reinforcement that is respectful to the animals, 
these African pouched rats are taught to identify explosives 
and then alert their handler.

 They’re perfect for the job – they’re highly intelligent and have a keen sense of smell.
They are small enough not to trigger mines, yet large enough to be easily identifiable in the field.  No rat has been killed in a minefield.

 They can clear two hundred square meters in just 20 minutes.
It would take humans with metal detectors five days to cover the same area.

 Since 2000, they have found over 9,000 buried land mines and bombs all across 
Tanzania and Mozambique.
They’ve also found thousands of small arms and ammunitions stashed in the ground.

The rats normally live for up to eight years, but are retired when they turn six.
They live out the rest of their days as heros, munching on avocados, apples and bananas, and being loved and cared for by their handlers.

And they're so cuddly too!

Thanks Dan

Fun Sunday . . . .

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This is a perfect case of justice properly applied in

a case of animal cruelty. I just hope the red car

belonged to the guy who went flying.  Notice the

condition of the glass window after the flight.

 

    

Must be a parking ticket in his left hand!

 

Thanks Dan and Hal

Beer ~OR~ Rule 5 Woodsterman Style

  Other Beer Loving Rule 5 ers:

 

Proof Positive

Randy's Roundtable

Reaganite Republican

Guns and Bikinis

Maggie's Notebook 

RULE 5 SITES
TOTUS

In a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World
Adrienne's Corner
The Feral Irishman
Knuckledraggin My Life Away
Diogenes' Middle Finger
Ninety Miles From Tyranny
Doubletroubletwo  
Angrymikes hood 
MissK's World...
American Power
GOODSTUFF'S CYBER WORLD
A Nod To The Gods   
Act Well Your Part
Subject to Change
Your Crazy Uncle Bubba
Political Clown Parade
The Last Tradition
Politically Incorrect Conservative

 

Thanks Dan 

Friday Political Fun . . . .

A Little Something For Fun . . .

This is the group that has replaced "The Jane Dear Girls" as my

favorite girl group. You've seen them here the last two 

4th of July's with their version of "God Bless the USA". 

I believe that one will be a tradition here at Woodsterman.

Please enjoy . . . .

"Chasing Butterflies" by The Redhead Express

Happy Veterans Day

    12/68-12/69 Vietnam

To my fellow Vets ... Thanks Guys and Gals!

To you we left at home, Bless you for all of your support. 

It was so needed and appreciated.

I would also like to add from the bottom of my heart:

Fuck You Jane Fonda and John Kerry!

A Boy from Arkansas

A young Arkie goes off to college. Half way through
the semester, having foolishly squandered all of his money
on his girlfriend, he calls home. 

"Dad," he says, "You won't believe what modern
education is developing! They actually have a program here
at Hendrix that will teach our dog, Ole' Blue how to
talk!"  

"That's amazing," his Dad says. "How do I get Ole'
Blue in that program?" 

"Just send him over here with $1,000" the young
Arkie says "and I'll get him in the course."

So, his Father sends the dog and $1,000.                    

About two-thirds of the way through the
semester, the money again runs out.
The boy calls home.   

"So how's Ole' Blue doing son?" his Father
asks.  

"Awesome, Dad, he's talking up a storm," he says,
"but you just won't believe this -- they've had such good
results they have started to teach the animals how to
read!"  

 "Read!?" says his Father, "No kidding! How do we
 get Blue in that program?"  

"Just send $2,500, I'll get him in the
class."  

  The money promptly arrives. The Arkie and his

girlfriend are able to buy enough marijuana to last the                    
whole semester. But our hero has a problem. At the end of
the year, his Father will find out the dog can neither talk,
nor read. Even though he was always pretty much able to lie
his way out of trouble, the Arkie asked his girlfriend to
help him think of a really good lie to tell his Dad.
She very quickly came up with a plan for him.

So she has him shoot the dog.

When he arrives home at the end of the year, his
Father is all excited.


"Where's Ole' Blue? I just can't wait to see him
read   something and talk!"

"Dad," the boy says, "I have some grim news.
Yesterday morning, just before we left to drive home, Ole'
Blue was in the living room, kicked back in the recliner,
reading the Wall Street Journal, like he usually
does".  

"Then Ole' Blue turned to me and asked, so, is your
Daddy still messing around with that little redhead who
lives down the street?"  

The Father went white and exclaimed, "I hope you
shot that lying damn dog before he talks to your Mother!"

"I sure did, Dad!" 

"That's my boy!"  

The kid married his girlfriend, they both went on
to law school in Fayetteville, he became Governor of                     
Arkansas and President of the United States, and
you already know what a liar his girlfriend turned out to be!