I Know This Story Has Been Around Before, I Mean Before Computers Even, I Remember My Dad Telling This Story When I Was a Little Kid, However It's a True Story I'm Told... Don D.

WARNING - ​Always, Make Sure You Consult The Right Expert!​


As Joe got older he was increasingly hampered by terrible headaches. When his career and love life started to suffer, he sought medical help. After being referred from one specialist to another, he finally found an old country doctor who solved the problem.

"The good news is that I can cure your headaches. The bad news is that it will require castration. You have a rare medical condition which causes your testicles to press up against the base of your spine and the pressure causes one hell of a headache. The pressure can be relieved by removing your testicles."

Joe was shocked and depressed. He wondered if he had anything to live for. He couldn't concentrate long enough to answer, but decided he had no choice but to go under the knife. When he left the hospital, he was without a headache for the first time in 20 years. As he walked down the street, he felt like a new person and decided to make a new beginning and start a new life. He saw a men's clothing store and thought: "that's what I need...a new suit.

He entered the shop and told the salesman, "I'd like a new suit." The elderly tailor eyed him briefly and said, "Let's see...size 42 long." Joe laughed, "That's right. How did you know?" The tailor said: "Been in the business 60 years."

Joe tried on the suit and it fit perfectly. As he admired himself in the mirror, the salesman said, "How about a new shirt?" Joe thought for a moment and said, "Sure." The salesman eyed Joe and said, "Let's see, 34 inch sleeves and 16 1/2 inch neck." Joe was surprised: "That's right. How did you know?" "Been in the business 60 years" Joe tried on the shirt and it fit perfectly. As Joe adjusted the collar in the mirror, the salesman asked, "how about some new shoes?" Joe was on a roll and said, "Sure/"

The salesman eyed Joe's feet and said, "Let's see... 10/ 1/2 E." Joe said, astonished: "That's right, how did you know?" "Been in the business 60 years." Joe tried on the shoes and they fit perfectly. Joe walked comfortably around the shop and the salesman asked, "How about some new underwear?" Joe thought for a moment and said, "Sure." The salesman stepped back, eyed Joe's waist and said, "Let's see...size 36."

Joe laughed. "Aha! I got you.! I've worn a size 34 since I was 18 years old." The salesman said, "You can't wear a size 34. It will press your testicles up against the base of your spine and give you one hell of a headache."

Whoof! You make my teeth ache. Who said a creator had to balance ugliness and beauty, good and evil. From where I'm sitting, evil is gradually winning! Why on earth should it be difficult to know he exists? Is he afraid of us, of our reaction. I would think there would be no fear in a creator. And why should there have to be so much searching and suffering to discover the existence of a creator? People shouldn't have to guess and they do. A lot of different religions, mythologies, pantheons and gods in this world. Pick one or don't. No one can say you have to believe in God!

What is interesting about this post is that it makes it obvious that you have never read Alinsky’s book. The rules that you posted with a photo of the book cover are not in and have nothing to do with the content of Rules for Radicals. This is incredibly easy to confirm. It also begs the question; were you sucked in by a propagandist who tricked you with this easily disproven f**e information and is using your gullibility to further his cause, or are you attempting to con gullible simple minded folks here on OPP by lying to them?

An open letter to the NFL players

You graduated high school in 2011.n Your teenage years were a struggle. You grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best. The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40 yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like you, except he didn’t play football. Instead of going to football practice after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage. You were recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend worked double shifts at Mickey Ds. College was not an option for him. On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to basic training.
You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm, eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field, cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101st Airborne Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19 year old soldiers who grew up just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.
You went to the NFL combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day. You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work, ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million, half of which is guaranteed, although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant, he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will make it rain in the club. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches 110 degrees.
On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There are only people trying to k**l him and his soldiers. Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and go to the rear to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States, he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your physical sk**ls before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far. You have insulted our f**g,

Right back atcha JARHEAD,,,,,

The Marines were fair,,,,, mean and harsh but fair,,,,,,,

I worked with a Msgt on Quantico,,, when 60 minutes was on base about a k*****g and trial,,,,,,, a reporter came up to the Master Sgt,,, who was black,,
and me a boot LT,, (I was being baby sat)

They asked him if he thought the marines were unfair to b****s,,,, he said,, "No,,,, they are completely fair,,, the Marines treat everybody like N-ggers"

The director yelled "CUT",,,,, and they turned off the mics,,,,, I thought my red skinned a-s couldnt get any redder,,,, but it did,,,, and I laughed my a-s off...........


Then later as a 1 LT (much older and wiser) I was whining to my Gunny about something being "Not fair" and he said,,, "Sir,,, its fair!! It is so fair, it hurts sometimes"...... he was a wise man

I learned a lot from those men, who told the t***h,,, whether I wanted to hear it or not......... t***h is always right

When I first came here,,,, a conservative Native American, I yearned for intelligent debate, with people on the left who would listen and actually think about what life on the inside of a minority world is like,,, especially when dealing with bureaucrats.......

My dead mother was called a whore,,,, my wife was insulted, my daughters were threatened with rape and murder,, my sons called f=ggots... by fun loving wonderful inclusive LIBERALS,,,

Which was my point,,, liberals are not inclusive unless you kiss their a-s,,,, because as a minority,, you are like an animal they keep in a zoo, until they need you to v**e....

I was called a worthless drunk (a stereotype racial slur) even though I am a tee-totaller....

I have to argue ridiculous "science" information with people who have no degree,,, yet beleive that scientifically they can produce an article from SALON or Rolling Stone,,,, that stands up as "science",,,,, and yet be maligned when their bs doesnt match the actual science.. and I have an actual Doctorate,,,


So for admin,, I guess my question is "Why now?",,,, now that you have allowed sooooo much racial hatred and viciousness, including posts of kiddie porn anime to deride the conservative side,,,,,, are you now going to change???

How will you actually make it fair???? Frankly I dont believe you will....... you havent yet

From A Marine General:

"If you are paid $25.00 an hour to show up to a rally to "counter" the other party using physical force and violence, you are not a "counter protestor." You are a mercenary. There is no need for further debate on this. You were paid to attack someone you don't know for reasons that you couldn't care enough about to go there for free. You did your "job" and collected your check and your reimbursement of expenses. You're a mercenary. Not a Patriot. Not a Social Justice Warrior. Not a Defender of Freedom or Liberty. Not an upholder of T***h or Justice. None of those things you claim to be. You are a mercenary. And mercenaries are not lawful combatants and deserve wh**ever comes their way at the hands of the people they are attacking.

You have no 1st Amendment rights when you're a mercenary. Doesn't matter what side you're on. Doesn't matter what cause you're showing up to disrupt. If you can't express yourself peacefully through diplomatic means, then you better be prepared to meet your maker at the hands of someone who is only barely keeping their own violent tendencies at bay through a massive exercise of self-control.

I know it sounds romantic to attend these rallies and get s**t started with the other side. And when you're young and passionate, it's really easy to get whipped up into a frenzy of raw emotions. There is a reason why young people are preferred when it comes to warfare. They are easy to manipulate and control and set off. But I'm telling you all this right now; you've got no idea what road you are starting down. Romance and idealism wears off really fast when you're laying in a pool of your own blood trying to stuff your intestines back into your torn abdomen. I've been lucky enough to go forty-two years without having to put the sk**ls I learned in the Marines to use.

I continue to train and keep those sk**ls up to date because I see the madness that is happening all across this country. I don't train to attack others like you do. I train to defend others FROM you. I'm not alone either.There are thousands of men and women in this country who have seen war and death and don't want any more to do with it. They want to live in peace. They want to forget the things they've had to do in the service of their country. They want to raise their kids and have family BBQ's and build tree houses and soap box derby cars and have tea parties. They don't want this s**t that you're selling. You have the extremist left and the extremist right that are doing their best to get something started. To force us into a Civil War.

Even in the 1860's, the violence between the North and South was nowhere near what we see today. Not even close. And yet we still had a war of ideology that consumed hundreds of thousands of lives. All you young and naive kids on both sides of this equation who think that having a Civil War will advance your agenda or restore your vision of what you think is America, just remember this... Those of us older generations aren't having any of this s**t. And if you jump off, you better be prepared to deal with US. We don't care what color you're wearing or what sign you're holding if you come after us, our friends, our family, our co-workers, our neighbors, etc., WE will k**l you.

So remember that when you're thinking that it's just Left vs Right, or Liberal vs Conservative, or C****e vs. F*****t. We are the variable you're not considering. That "Silent Majority" that you pretend does not exist is getting really sick and tired of your bulls**t.

Geffrey B Higginbotham
Maj. Gen USMC (Ret.)