Saturday, January 24, 2009

THE TEN POUND ANVIL By R.L.Huffstutter


All Day Breakfast, originally uploaded by freefotouk.

WHAT DOES THIS PHOTO BY IAN BRITTON HAVE TO DO WTIH A TEN POUND ANVIL? by R.L.Huffstutter


I WAS ENGAGING IN MY DAILY JOY OF SEARCHING THE INTERNET WITH NO SPECIFIC PURPOSE IN MIND, SOMETHING I ALLOW MYSELF TO DO FOR AT LEAST AN HOUR A DAY JUST FOR THE FUN OF IT, AND I RAN INTO IAN BRITTON'S FREE FOTO WEB SITE. HMMMM....FREE PHOTOS. WELL, WHY NOT CHECK IT OUT. THERE MIGHT BE A CHANCE I WOULD FIND A PHOTO FOR SOME IDEA I MIGHT WANT TO GET ACROSS. LIKE WHAT? OH, LIKE THE PHOTO OF A TEN POUND ANVIL, THE ONE THAT NANCY PELOSI SAID SHE FELT WAS MISSING OVER HER BRAIN (BRAIN?) WHEN GEORGE BUSH FINALLY LEFT HER PRESENCE. WHAT A ROTTEN DONKEY THING TO SAY. WHAT WOULD ONE EXPECT FROM A HATEFUL AND SPITEFUL WOMAN ANYWAY? ONE WOULD NOT EXPECT THAT KIND OF TRASH TO POP OUT OF A MOUTH OF A UNITED STATES SPEAKER OF THE HOUSE. ANYWAY, SO MUCH FOR THE JACK-IN-THE-BOX GOVERNMENT DONKEYS WITH NO CLASS. TEN POUND ANVIL? I SHALL CHECK THIS PHOTO STREAM THAT IS FREE AND SEE IF I CAN FIND THIS PELOSI ANVIL. IF NOT, I SHALL DRAW ONE AND POST IT ASCENDING ABOVE THE HEAD OF PELOSI AND SHOW HER EXHALING RELIEF. WHAT A BUNCH OF DONKEY CRAP. BUT THIS PHOTO IS GREAT. BY R.L. HUFFSTUTTER

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My dad's dad, my grandfather, was nine years old when President Lincoln died from an assassin's bullet. Most people think I am speaking of my GREAT GRANDFATHER. NO, I am referring to my dad's father, my paternal Grandfather, Robert Levi Huffstutter, born in 1856. What does this information have to do with my profile? It might help the reader understand that I have a sense of being much older than I am in that only one generation seperates me from President Lincoln. This causes me to respond differently to society and many current events. In many respects, this is to my benefit, in other respects it dates my mindset. Perhaps this is the reason I value the moral standards and idealogies of older Americans, the men who were the soldiers and sailors I saw when I was a small boy,the men and women who fought a war for freedom without any doubts posted by a media with a questionable lack of national unity and purpose.