plasticbasket: December 2012

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

aaaaawww baby, it's cold out there

"I remember being shot in my abdomen, first, on the right side. The bullet came out in the middle of my back, and it felt like someone had slugged me. There was no intense pain or anything like that. I fell backwards and then kept on going until my messenger right in the back of me ... said, 'By the way, you're bleeding.' So I stuck my hand in there and, sure enough, it was warm and moist. I took out my hand. It was all bloody but, since it wasn't bleeding profusely, I just kept on going."

Continuing forward with a bag of grenades, he cocked his hand and was ready to throw another when a German grenade hit him in the arm, leaving his right arm dangling by a thread.

"I saw a fellow pointing it at me and I felt the blast and I recall going for my grenade, prying it out of my right hand and throwing it with my left. My arm was dangling by a couple shreds, so when I lifted it up, it was hanging like that. Just shredded. So I knew it was gone. First I was looking all over for the grenade, I thought it fell. And then I looked at my hand and I said, 'Oh, my Lord. It's there.' I had pulled the pin, and my hand was back ready to toss it, so I knew it was armed. The fingers somehow froze over the grenade, so I had to pry it out."

With his left hand, Inouye tossed the grenade at the German who had shot him, hitting him. Then he blacked out. Later, when he was cited for his bravery, he learned that he had grabbed a tommy gun in his left hand, charged toward one of the machine guns, knocked it out, and then got shot again. He was given so much morphine that doctors later amputated his arm without anesthetic.

R.I.P.

1924-2012

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M

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Thursday, December 6, 2012

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Off the Rails with McAfee

"I meant no offense.

For over half of my exile I’ve been living in a fucking tree.

My cell phones all smell oddly of urine. I’m trying to type on a 13th century input device.

The Beneficent Order of Mosquitos had awared me “Lifetime Blood Donor of the Century” status and my inflamed bumps now cover more body area than the remaining white skin.

I sleep less than two hours a night.

I have this blog in which people incessantly want me to do their work by them not reading and asking me to fill in the background (not intended for you alone, btw).

I have been stung twice by two sociopathic scorpions (I did nothing to them) and became very sick both times.

I have been eating raw iguana and fish for half of my diet. Sam is completely unafected by any of this and diss’s me constantly.

I am 67 fucking years old to boot.

So please forgive my testiness at your questions."

-John McAfee

http://www.whoismcafee.com/