<?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-15270986</id><updated>2009-09-24T00:37:50.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fast Squirrel</title><subtitle type='html'>because the slow squirrel is left on the road...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Fastest Squirrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909231734291972472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>363</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15270986.post-2367835140726251891</id><published>2007-11-08T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T07:19:30.488-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adios'/><title type='text'>Good Bye.</title><content type='html'>I remember being involved in a General Officer retirement ceremony once. When giving his speech, he began with, "I joined the United States Army as an enlisted man in 1962." We all groaned because we just knew that this was going to be a loooong one. Luckily, you are sitting and will be able to withstand the literary assault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began blogging in August 2005. Jeez. That is over two years ago. I didn't even remember my blogoversary. Bummer. In that time, the velocity of my life has increased by a factor of four. I was recently married, was promoted at work (a couple of times), and had two children. Friends and family passed away and new nieces, nephews, and children of friends replaced them. I struggled with my addiction to Copenhagen, worked on my MBA, and looked for ways to move my growing family into a larger house. In all ways, this is the pace of ordinary life in the modern family. Somehow, in the midst of all the craziness, I somehow managed to churn out over 300 odd posts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began as a pretty motivated writer. I had only just discovered my voice through blogging and thought that my perspective (and a couple cool pictures) would be interesting to somebody. Apparently, I was right as I've had over 24,000 visitors. I recognize that most were probably some bot passing through, but it is cool to me. I also met a couple of people, in person, who had actually read my blog which was very cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, however, my experiment in writing began to be consumed by my other responsibilities. I also grew weary of reading and writing about all of the political strife. Due to privacy concerns I stayed away from the vast majority of my life as a Squirrel. The things that I find the most interesting (family, friends, work, etc.) were something that I felt I needed to protect from the larger blogging community. You see, I believe that writing (perhaps more than words) live on forever. Honestly, I love my life too much to open it up to strangers. So without current events or personal stories… I ran out of stuff that to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of interesting things to post about nearly every day, but simply don't have the time or energy to do it justice. So, my blogging experiment comes to an end. I’ll still be lurking and throwing comments around on occasion. Thank you for all your reading, commenting, and support over the years! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My email will stay active, so y'all can reach me anytime at: fastest_squirrel-at-yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck and God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fastest Squirrel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15270986-2367835140726251891?l=fastsquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/2367835140726251891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15270986&amp;postID=2367835140726251891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/2367835140726251891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/2367835140726251891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-bye.html' title='Good Bye.'/><author><name>Fastest Squirrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909231734291972472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06796371776755908872'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15270986.post-3829199177742956911</id><published>2007-11-01T07:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T07:58:45.100-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The GWOT'/><title type='text'>A Story Worth Telling</title><content type='html'>Jeff Emanuel is a personal friend. A former Air Force Special Operator, Jeff has embedded in Iraq twice now. He tells dramatically different stories than you read in the Washington Post. I had the pleasure of supporting Jeff both financially and materially (equipment) on his last embed. Jeff just wrote me and let me know that he has a major article about to be published in the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The American Spectator&lt;/span&gt;. Please go over to &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/2ktwly"&gt;Jeff's site&lt;/a&gt;, read the article and, if you like his work, give him a little jingle in his tip jar (to fund his next embed). The article begins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Samarra, Iraq&lt;br /&gt;THE DAY OF August 26, 2007 began like any other for the soldiers of Charlie Company, 2-505 Parachute Infantry Regiment (from the 82nd Airborne Division) – with a mission in the city. Over a year into their deployment to Samarra, Iraq and now working on the three-month extension announced by Secretary of Defense Gates in the spring, the company knew the city like the back of their collective hands, and had their operational routine down to a science, whatever mission they might be tasked with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this morning, that mission was to establish a defensive perimeter around a block in central Samarra, so that Charlie Company’s 3rd (‘Blue’) Platoon, led by Lieutenant Scott Young, could search a shop where they had information that Improvised Explosive Devices (IEDs) were being manufactured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the insurgents’ penchant for placing IEDs behind Charlie Company’s vehicles so as to ambush them the next time they came through an area, two separate rooftop observation points (OPs) would be established, one to the north and one to the south of the shop, to watch the roads which were serving as Blue Platoon’s infiltration and exfiltration routes for enemy activity. The southern OP, led by Staff Sergeant Jason Wheeler, was manned with paratroopers from Charlie Company’s 1st (‘Red’) Platoon. “Reaper Two,” one of the sniper teams from 2nd Battalion’s scout platoon, would man the second OP, almost a kilometer to the north. Reaper would be overwatching the area from the roof of a large apartment building, which was laid out with the long axis facing north-south, and which was bordered – across the surrounding streets and alleys – by several other buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15270986-3829199177742956911?l=fastsquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/3829199177742956911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15270986&amp;postID=3829199177742956911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/3829199177742956911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/3829199177742956911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/11/story-worth-telling.html' title='A Story Worth Telling'/><author><name>Fastest Squirrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909231734291972472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06796371776755908872'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15270986.post-6309152588041898909</id><published>2007-10-29T10:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T11:11:30.745-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The GWOT'/><title type='text'>Valour IT</title><content type='html'>As most of my readers already know, there is an excellent way to support our wounded troops. Through the truly angelic &lt;a href="http://soldiersangels.org/index.php?page=home"&gt;Soldiers' Angels&lt;/a&gt;, a bit of history about Valour IT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Project Valour-IT began when Charles "Chuck" Ziegenfuss was wounded by an IED while serving as commander of a tank company in Iraq in June 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his deployment he kept a blog (an online personal diary, opinion forum, or news analysis site-called a milblog or military weblog when written by a servicemember or about military subjects). Captivating writing, insightful stories of his experiences, and his self-deprecating humor won him many loyal readers. After he was wounded, his wife continued his blog, keeping his readers informed of his condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he began to recover, CPT Ziegenfuss wanted to return to writing his blog, but serious hand injuries hampered his typing. When a loyal and generous reader gave him a copy of the Dragon Naturally Speaking Preferred software, other readers began to realize how important such software could be to CPT Ziegenfuss' fellow wounded soldiers and started cast about for a way to get it to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fellow blogger (blog author) who writes under the pseudonym FbL contacted Captain Ziegenfuss and the two realized they shared a vision of providing laptops with voice-controlled software to wounded soldiers whose injuries prevented them from operating a standard computer. FbL contacted Soldiers Angels, who offered to help develop the project, and Project Valour-IT was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sharing their thoughts, CPT Ziegenfuss and FbL found that memories of their respective fathers were a motivating factor in their work with the project. Both continue their association with this project in memory of the great men in their lives whose fine examples taught them lasting lessons of courage and generosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does Valour IT actually do? Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Every cent raised for Project Valour-IT goes directly to the purchase and shipment of laptops for severely wounded service members. As of October 2007, Valour-IT has distributed over 1500 laptops to severely wounded Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen and Marines across the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valour-IT accepts donations in any amount to support the purchase and distribution of laptops, but also offers a sponsorship option.  An individual or organization may sponsor a wounded soldier by completely funding the cost of a laptop and continuing to provide that soldier with personal support and encouragement throughout recovery. This has proved to be an excellent project for churches, groups of coworkers or friends, and members of community organizations such Boy Scouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally Valour-IT provided the voice-controlled software, but now works closely with the Department of Defense Computer/electronic Accommodations Program (CAP): CAP supplies the adaptive software and Valour-IT provides the laptop.  In addition, DoD caseworkers serve as Valour-IT’s “eyes and ears” at several medical centers, identifying possible laptop recipients.  Wounded military personnel can also directly request a laptop through the sign-up form or through the Valour-IT/Soldiers' Angels representatives at the following medical centers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Balboa Naval Hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Brooke Army Medical Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Madigan Regional Medical Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* National Naval Medical Center (Bethesda Naval Hospital)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Naval Hospital, Camp Pendleton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Robert E. Bush Naval Hospital (29 Palms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Walter Reed Army Medical Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the efforts of the Military Order of the Purple Heart, Valour-IT is also able to reach patients in VA hospitals who would benefit from a Valour-IT laptop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, unsurprisingly, I am on the Army team again this year. Please give a little as it means so much to the wounded warriors who benefit. Click the link on the sidebar to donate. You guys rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15270986-6309152588041898909?l=fastsquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/6309152588041898909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15270986&amp;postID=6309152588041898909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/6309152588041898909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/6309152588041898909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/10/valour-it.html' title='Valour IT'/><author><name>Fastest Squirrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909231734291972472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06796371776755908872'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15270986.post-8737218813373662641</id><published>2007-10-18T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T13:20:18.107-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberal Politics'/><title type='text'>Gotta See This One</title><content type='html'>As a conservative on campus I had female professors say things to me that would have forced me to punch a man... the reason? My beliefs. I'm not alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="366" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U2u9OJvw5wk&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U2u9OJvw5wk&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="366" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hat tip to &lt;a href="http://www.powerlineblog.com/"&gt;Powerline&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15270986-8737218813373662641?l=fastsquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/8737218813373662641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15270986&amp;postID=8737218813373662641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/8737218813373662641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/8737218813373662641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/10/gotta-see-this-one.html' title='Gotta See This One'/><author><name>Fastest Squirrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909231734291972472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06796371776755908872'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15270986.post-2842939232468103908</id><published>2007-10-18T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T12:39:06.409-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biting Analysis'/><title type='text'>A Problem Involving Globalization</title><content type='html'>While perusing one of my daily reads, I came across &lt;a href="http://www.redstate.com/blogs/rep_thaddeus_mccotter/2007/oct/18/communist_china_and_cifus_dropping_the_shark"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://mccotter.house.gov/HoR/MI11/Home/"&gt;Representative Thaddeus McCotter&lt;/a&gt; (R-MI-11) discussing the troublesome acquisition of a large portion of &lt;a href="http://www.3m.com/"&gt;3M&lt;/a&gt; by China. He writes, in part:&lt;blockquote&gt;The Committee on Foreign Investment in the United States (CFIUS) must review and block Bain Capital and communist China’s Huawei Technologies’ acquisition of a significant stake in the 3Com Corporation. If approved, Bain Capital and communist China’s Huawei Technologies’ stake in the 3Com Corporation will gravely compromise our free republic’s national security. The 3Com Corporation is a world leader in intrusion prevention technologies designed to protect secure computer networks from hacker infiltration. To date, the United States Department of Defense (DOD) extensively utilizes 3Com Corporation’s intrusion prevention technologies. Thus, in the wake of this year’s successful cyber warfare by the communist Chinese People’s Liberation Army (PLA), in which they hacked into one of our DOD’s and one of the German Foreign Ministry’s computer networks, approving this sale would be an abject abnegation of CFIUS’ duty to protect America’s vital defense technologies from enemy acquisition.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Forgotten (or unaware) that DOD systems had been hacked by the PLA? Not surprised, Anna Nicole was likely more important to "The Deciders" (&lt;a href="http://minx.cc/?post=243418"&gt;see example of The Deciders here&lt;/a&gt;) at the time. Anyway, this is one example of an unintended consequence of globalization. As mentioned in the Red State comments, this is a serious problem that the DOD is aware of, but unable to wrap its arms around. Why? Some argue because it is too late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to provide another example where globalization and lackluster public education in the United States is coalescing in an increasingly dangerous environment. While American students graduate with liberal arts degrees in Lesbian studies, the &lt;a href="http://books.nap.edu/catalog.php?record_id=9865#toc"&gt;Chinese and Indians are graduating engineers&lt;/a&gt;... a lot of them. While there are some who are trying to put &lt;a href="http://www.businessweek.com/smallbiz/content/dec2005/sb20051212_623922.htm"&gt;lipstick on a pig&lt;/a&gt;, the truth is that those who are graduating from PhD programs in Engineering in the U.S. are largely foreigners. Some would argue that these individuals end up working in the U.S. and so we benefit from a "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brain_drain"&gt;brain drain&lt;/a&gt;" of other countries. Sure, it may be good for Silicon Valley, but what is happening in DOD and the larger defense industry?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following Secretary Rumsfeld's ridiculously massive &lt;a href="http://www.defenselink.mil/pubs/pdfs/qdr2001.pdf"&gt;Quadrennial Defense Review (QDR) in 2001&lt;/a&gt;, he took an interest in the effects of generational change in the Strategic Strike skill arena. In short, we were (and are) faced with a shortage of people who have the appropriate education &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; the ability to hold top U.S. security clearances. The &lt;a href="http://www.globalsecurity.org/wmd/library/policy/dod/npr.htm"&gt;2002 Nuclear Posture Review&lt;/a&gt; (NPR) revealed that our nuclear weapons program is aging quickly and that we had nothing meaningful on the drawing board for a next-generation platform. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the problem was identified and led to the question... why? Well, money is the overriding factor in any acquisition question, but a subset to the problem is that, unlike the 1940's and 50's, nuclear simply isn't "sexy" anymore. Why join the graybeards and work on nuclear stuff when you could be working on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nanotechnology"&gt;nanotechnology&lt;/a&gt;? (Damn you &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Darpa"&gt;DARPA&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever walked the halls at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lincoln_Labs"&gt;Lincoln Labs&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.sandia.gov/"&gt;Sandia&lt;/a&gt;, you will find that people simply aren't retiring. In some cases, scientists love their work... in other cases there isn't anyone to take their place. As an illustration, I am aware of one particular gentleman who has been making a specific vacuum tube for a particular platform (yes... vacuum tube). He has tried to retire on multiple occasions, only to be called back (as a contractor) to build more tubes. Why? Apparently, building this particular component requires a certain sort of magic or intuitiveness. He has passed this information on to others, but the new hires quickly grow bored and move on. If he were ever to have a stroke, we would have to seriously consider retiring that platform. A perfectly natural option to consider... except that we don't have a platform on the drawing board to replace it. True story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we get something on the drawing board? Again, money is a prime suspect and we have a recent abysmal track record of delivery. Take the F-22 Raptor for example. Does anyone know when that particular platform hit the drawing board? I'll give you a hint, President Reagan was new to his office. Have we finished it yet? We wish. Though, to be fair, the delay has more to do with the velocity of technological advances in the past 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the money (and I promise to tie this together), the cost of creating these new technologies and platforms is astronomical because of the lack of U.S. citizens with professional degrees &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;the ability to gain Top Secret access. We simply are not encouraging our children to pursue these sorts of degrees. In some cases grade inflation in high school is placing young people in degree programs that they simply aren't ready to conquer. "Heck, I got straight A's in high school, but I'm failing Calc 3!" No kidding. In many areas, the globalization of jobs has filled the gap left by our education system, but it doesn't apply to classified projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still with me? Good, cause there is another serious problem that DOD is wrestling with in regards to globalization. That problem is software and hardware assurance. Unbeknownst to many, DOD is one of the largest purchasers of software applications in the WORLD. The problem is even a program created and sold by Microsoft has had portions of it outsourced to other countries. In millions of lines of code, how does DOD ensure that malicious or bad code hasn't been inserted into pre-packaged software? They try, but can't handle amount of sleuthing required to find such issues. All it takes is for one system to be compromised to make portions of the DOD come to a crashing halt. This isn't a classified discussion, large corporations share these fears. But, what can we do to stop it... mitigate it... Etc.? We begin with acquisitions of companies by 3M. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some can't see the sovereignty issues involved in a sale of a large portion of 3M to China, others lose sleep about the prospect every single night. I certainly don't have the answers, but we can't pretend that the free market works in all circumstances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15270986-2842939232468103908?l=fastsquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/2842939232468103908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15270986&amp;postID=2842939232468103908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/2842939232468103908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/2842939232468103908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/10/problem-involving-globalization.html' title='A Problem Involving Globalization'/><author><name>Fastest Squirrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909231734291972472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06796371776755908872'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15270986.post-6705431438340499791</id><published>2007-10-10T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T10:09:04.288-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Remembering'/><title type='text'>Taps for My Uncle</title><content type='html'>My Uncle John was only 58 years-old when he suffered a massive coronary. He was born and raised on the family farm in southeast Iowa. He loved to tell stories of his youth... about experiences that don't happen anymore... like the horseback cattle drive he did from a neighbor's farm to a farm several miles away. Like his father, he was a deeply honest conservative Christian. He also was the spitting image of his father. I remember the lean, muscle that rippled as he worked... his dark black hair and trademark mustache. A very handsome man, he lived his principles and passed those principles to his three children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Vietnam, Uncle John tried to enlist, but had a physical problem that precluded his service. In later years, he would love to hear the Army stories that my brother and I told. A steady man who deeply loved his family, he is the sort of man that makes my service worth the sacrifices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, Uncle John moved his little family from our small Iowa community and headed West to California. I remember missing my cousins Michelle and Johnner. For years I hoped that they would come back and can still point to the pew in our little church where they would sit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle John took up work as an electrician and was widely sought out as a hardworking expert. There were several years where we didn't keep up with one another... as these things go. But the death of my grandparents brought us all back together... though the miles remained between us. We spoke on the phone a couple of times a year and my mother (the oldest) would keep us filled in on their lives. With my hectic schedule, I found time to visit them in California in August of 2005. I'm so grateful that I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle was a car enthusiast who could tinker-with and fix anything. In an age of metrosexuals with an apparent lack of skills, he set an example that I will try to live up to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can picture him now... in Heaven... Grandpa puttering around in the Machine Shed... shirt off... an ancient ball glove tucked in the back pocket of his jeans... waiting for Grandma to stop fussing over her oldest son... waiting for a long overdue game of catch. While I miss him and feel the unfairness of a life left early... I am also jealous. He is with family and our Lord... waiting for the rest of us to join him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free!&lt;br /&gt;I follow the plan God laid for me.&lt;br /&gt;I saw His face, I heard His call,&lt;br /&gt;I took His hand and left it all...&lt;br /&gt;I could not stay another day,&lt;br /&gt;To love, to laugh, to work or play;&lt;br /&gt;Tasks left undone must stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;And if my parting has left a void,&lt;br /&gt;Then fill it with remembered joy.&lt;br /&gt;A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss...&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, these things I, too, shall miss.&lt;br /&gt;My life's been full, I've savoured much:&lt;br /&gt;Good times, good friends, a loved-one's touch.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my time seemed all too brief—&lt;br /&gt;Don't shorten yours with undue grief.&lt;br /&gt;Be not burdened with tears of sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the sunshine of the morrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rhonda Braswell&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15270986-6705431438340499791?l=fastsquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/6705431438340499791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15270986&amp;postID=6705431438340499791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/6705431438340499791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/6705431438340499791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/09/taps-for-my-uncle.html' title='Taps for My Uncle'/><author><name>Fastest Squirrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909231734291972472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06796371776755908872'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15270986.post-7434501827572733654</id><published>2007-10-03T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:18:01.819-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Squirrel Stuff'/><title type='text'>Too Much Time On My Hands</title><content type='html'>Apologies to &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/music/wma-pop-up/B000002GBW001003/ref=mu_sam_wma_001_003/102-5557854-9543358"&gt;Styx&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, I was wondering where the Bible and this blog intersects. I mean, a blog this crappy has to be in God's plan somewhere... it doesn't just crawl out of the cosmic soup! An exhaustive year's long journey of silent contemplation and hippie beatings has  revealed the truth. &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Proverbs%2026:3;&amp;amp;version=9;"&gt;Behold!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15270986-7434501827572733654?l=fastsquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/7434501827572733654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15270986&amp;postID=7434501827572733654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/7434501827572733654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/7434501827572733654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/10/too-much-time-on-my-hands.html' title='Too Much Time On My Hands'/><author><name>Fastest Squirrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909231734291972472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06796371776755908872'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15270986.post-7952113898723679962</id><published>2007-10-02T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T12:43:27.091-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='War'/><title type='text'>Why Syria is Freaking Out, Man!</title><content type='html'>First, the Israelis (according to this &lt;a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/middle_east/article2512105.ece"&gt;report in the Times Online&lt;/a&gt;) sent some "commandos" into Syria to snatch North Korean nuclear material. From the article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;ISRAELI commandos from the elite Sayeret Matkal unit – almost certainly dressed in Syrian uniforms – made their way stealthily towards a secret military compound near Dayr az-Zawr in northern Syria. They were looking for proof that Syria and North Korea were collaborating on a nuclear programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israel had been surveying the site for months, according to Washington and Israeli sources. President George W Bush was told during the summer that Israeli intelligence suggested North Korean personnel and nuclear-related material were at the Syrian site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israel was determined not to take any chances with its neighbour. Following the example set by its raid on an Iraqi nuclear reactor at Osirak 1981, it drew up plans to bomb the Syrian compound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Washington was not satisfied. It demanded clear evidence of nuclear-related activities before giving the operation its blessing. The task of the commandos was to provide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the site near Dayr az-Zawr lies in ruins after it was pounded by Israeli F15Is on September 6. Before the Israelis issued the order to strike, the commandos had secretly seized samples of nuclear material and taken them back into Israel for examination by scientists, the sources say. A laboratory confirmed that the unspecified material was North Korean in origin. America approved an attack.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That had to really piss them off. Hell, the Syrians (&lt;a href="http://www.jpost.com/servlet/Satellite?cid=1189411428847&amp;pagename=JPost%2FJPArticle%2FShowFull"&gt;with the abundant aid of Iran&lt;/a&gt;) have been fighting a proxy war with Israel for years. In fact, they spent millions of dollars on Air Defense systems so that they could remain safe from Israeli air strikes. Of course, they must have totally freaked when the Israelis (probably with some help from Uncle Sam) simply turned those systems off for the September 6th air strike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israeli F-15s of the 69th Fighter Squadron, approaching from the Mediterranean, crossed the Syrian coast and streaked to an industrial complex that Syria claims was engaged in agricultural research, but is believed to be used to extract uranium from phosphates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israeli commandos in the area painted the target with laser designators that resulted in a precision strike that left the facility in flames. It was a perfectly executed operation, from disabling the enemy’s defenses to destroying the target and recovering all friendly forces involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observers believe the target was a stockpile of components for nuclear weapons, supplied by North Korea. The raid occurred three days after a North Korean ship arrived in Syria with a cargo listed as “cement,” but suspected of being weapons components. It is not clear that Syria was the final destination of these materials, but that clearly didn't get any further. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Government of Israel has remarkable powers to control the press in covering these sorts of incidents. Now, &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,298938,00.html"&gt;Fox News is reporting&lt;/a&gt; the the imposed blackout about this operation is being lifted somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Israel on Tuesday eased a strict news blackout on an airstrike in Syria last month, allowing the first publication of reports it struck an unspecified "military target" deep inside Syrian territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israel's military censor had imposed a total blackout on coverage of the Sept. 6 airstrike. But Tuesday, the office allowed preliminary details to be published after Syria's president, Bashar Assad, confirmed the airstrike in a televised interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Israeli air force planes attacked a military target deep inside Syria on Sept. 6, the military censor allowed for publication today," Israel's Army Radio reported. The headline on the web site of the Maariv newspaper was, "Now it can be revealed: Israel attacked in Syria," while the Haaretz newspaper led with the military's permission to publish "the fact" of Israel's attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the censor continued to bar publication of other key details, including the target of the raid, which forces participated in the mission and whether the operation was successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreign reports, quoting unidentified U.S. officials, have speculated that Israel attacked a weapons shipment destined for Hezbollah guerrillas in Lebanon, or attacked a nuclear facility built with North Korean technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;North Korea, which provides missile technology to Syria, has denied any nuclear link. Syria also has denied receiving North Korean nuclear help.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the Syrians denied it. That hollow sound is echo from their robust protestations. Syria, Iran, North Korea... a trifecta of destruction. Now, if only someone could convince the &lt;a href="http://www.abcnews.go.com/Politics/wireStory?id=3006905"&gt;Dishonorable Nancy Pelosi&lt;/a&gt;. She has joined the august ranks of Jimmah Carter, Jesse Jackson, and President Clinton who have "brought peace to the Middle East." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, but the Israelis seem to have the right of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15270986-7952113898723679962?l=fastsquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/7952113898723679962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15270986&amp;postID=7952113898723679962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/7952113898723679962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/7952113898723679962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-syria-is-freaking-out-man.html' title='Why Syria is Freaking Out, Man!'/><author><name>Fastest Squirrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909231734291972472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06796371776755908872'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15270986.post-7899284844490305112</id><published>2007-09-26T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:02:09.480-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Squirrel Stuff'/><title type='text'>Wonder Where I've Been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u4Eb1Nt6WIE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u4Eb1Nt6WIE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training... thanks to Mr. Mahar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15270986-7899284844490305112?l=fastsquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/7899284844490305112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15270986&amp;postID=7899284844490305112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/7899284844490305112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/7899284844490305112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/09/wonder-where-ive-been.html' title='Wonder Where I&apos;ve Been?'/><author><name>Fastest Squirrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909231734291972472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06796371776755908872'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15270986.post-4275640043977399203</id><published>2007-09-26T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T19:55:58.787-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>Worth Knowing</title><content type='html'>I got this via email from reader named Mike M. (thanks, dude) and it is very interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TRIANGLE OF LIFE"-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited by Larry Linn for MAA Safety Committee on 4/13/04.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Doug Copp. I am the Rescue Chief and Disaster Manager of the American Rescue Team International (ARTI), the world's most experienced rescue team. The information in this article will save lives in an earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have crawled inside 875 collapsed buildings, worked with rescue teams from 60 countries, founded rescue teams in several countries, and I am a member of many rescue teams from many countries. I was the United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nations expert in Disaster Mitigation for two years. I have worked at every major disaster in the world since 1985, except for simultaneous disasters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1996 we made a film which proved my survival methodology to be correct. The Turkish Federal Government, City of Istanbul, University of Istanbul Case Productions and ARTI cooperated to film this practical, scientific test. We collapsed a school and a home with 20 mannequins inside. Ten mannequins did "duck and cover," and ten mannequins I used in my "triangle of life" survival method. After the simulated earthquake collapse we crawled through the rubble and entered the building to film and document the results. The film, in which I practiced my survival techniques under directly observable, scientific conditions, relevant to building collapse, showed there would have been zero percent survival for those doing duck and cover. There would likely have been 100 percent survivability for people using my method of the "triangle of life." This film has been seen by millions of viewers on television in Turkey and the rest of Europe, and it was seen in the USA, Canada and Latin America on the TV program Real TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first building I ever crawled inside of was a school in Mexico City during the 1985 earthquake. Every child was under their desk. Every child was crushed to the thickness of their bones. They could have survived by lying down next to their desks in the aisles. It was obscene, unnecessary and I wondered why the children were not in the aisles. I didn't at the time know that the children were told to hide under something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply stated, when buildings collapse, the weight of the ceilings falling upon the objects or furniture inside crushes these objects, leaving a space or void next to them. This space is what I call the "triangle of life." The larger the object, the stronger, the less it will compact. The less the object compacts, the larger the void, the greater the probability that the person who is using this void for safety will not be injured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you watch collapsed buildings, on television, count the "triangles" you see formed. They are everywhere. It is the most common shape, you will see, in a collapsed building. They are everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN TIPS FOR EARTHQUAKE SAFETY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Almost everyone who simply "ducks and covers" WHEN BUILDINGS COLLAPSE are crushed to death. People who get under objects, like desks or cars, are crushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Cats, dogs and babies often naturally curl up in the fetal position. You should too in an earthquake. It is a natural safety/survival instinct. You can survive in a smaller void. Get next to an object, next to a sofa, next to a large bulky object that will compress slightly but leave a void next to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Wooden buildings are the safest type of construction to be in during an earthquake. Wood is flexible and moves with the force of the earthquake. If wooden buildings collapse, large survival voids are created. Also, the wooden building has less concentrated, crushing weight. Brick buildings will break into individual bricks. Bricks will cause many injuries but less squashed bodies than concrete slabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If you are in bed during the night and an earthquake occurs, simply roll off the bed. A safe void will exist around the bed. Hotels can achieve a much greater survival rate in earthquakes, simply by posting a sign on the back of the door of every room telling occupants to lie down on the floor, next to the bottom of the bed during an earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) If an earthquake happens and you cannot easily escape by getting out the door or window, then lie down and curl up in the fetal position next to a sofa, or large chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Almost everyone who gets under a doorway when buildings collapse is killed. How? If you stand under a doorway and the doorjamb falls forward or backward you will be crushed by the ceiling above. If the door jam falls sideways you will be cut in half by the doorway. In either case, you will be killed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Never go to the stairs. The stairs have a different "moment of frequency" (they swing separately from the main part of the building). The stairs and remainder of the building continuously bump into each other until structural failure of the stairs takes place. The people who get on stairs before they fail are chopped up by the stair treads -- horribly mutilated. Even if the building doesn't collapse, stay away from the stairs. The stairs are a likely part of the building to be damaged. Even if the stairs are not collapsed by the earthquake, they may collapse later when overloaded by fleeing people. They should always be checked for safety, even when the rest of the building is not damaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Get Near the Outer Walls Of Buildings Or Outside Of Them If Possible - It is much better to be near the outside of the building rather than the interior. The farther inside you are from the outside perimeter of the building the greater the probability that your escape route will be blocked;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) People inside of their vehicles are crushed when the road above falls in an earthquake and crushes their vehicles; which is exactly what happened with the slabs between the decks of the Nimitz Freeway. The victims of the San Francisco earthquake all stayed inside of their vehicles. They were all killed. They could have easily survived by getting out and sitting or lying next to their vehicles. Everyone killed would have survived if they had been able to get out of their cars and sit or lie next to them. All the crushed cars had voids 3 feet high next to them, except for the cars that had columns fall directly across them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I discovered, while crawling inside of collapsed newspaper offices and other offices with a lot of paper, that paper does not compact. Large voids are found surrounding stacks of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the word and save someone's life... &lt;a href="http://www.amerrescue.org/"&gt;more here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15270986-4275640043977399203?l=fastsquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/4275640043977399203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15270986&amp;postID=4275640043977399203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/4275640043977399203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/4275640043977399203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/09/worth-knowing.html' title='Worth Knowing'/><author><name>Fastest Squirrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909231734291972472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06796371776755908872'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15270986.post-3525012652132074357</id><published>2007-09-26T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T15:28:53.385-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The GWOT'/><title type='text'>This Is "Pucker Factor"</title><content type='html'>Via &lt;a href="http://www.blackfive.net"&gt;Blackfive&lt;/a&gt;... this is an example of why "there are no atheists in foxholes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KgFyEgxxe38"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KgFyEgxxe38" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW... I'm back and none worse for the wear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15270986-3525012652132074357?l=fastsquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/3525012652132074357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15270986&amp;postID=3525012652132074357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/3525012652132074357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/3525012652132074357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-pucker-factor.html' title='This Is &quot;Pucker Factor&quot;'/><author><name>Fastest Squirrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909231734291972472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06796371776755908872'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15270986.post-7388935180193819618</id><published>2007-09-05T07:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T07:15:09.095-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lame Excuses'/><title type='text'>Out of Pocket</title><content type='html'>Sorry y'all. I'm out on business until late September. Try and keep the house picked up while I'm gone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15270986-7388935180193819618?l=fastsquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/7388935180193819618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15270986&amp;postID=7388935180193819618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/7388935180193819618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/7388935180193819618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/09/out-of-pocket.html' title='Out of Pocket'/><author><name>Fastest Squirrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909231734291972472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06796371776755908872'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15270986.post-3953380768990479582</id><published>2007-08-31T17:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T17:56:32.247-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberal Politics'/><title type='text'>Iowa Is Totally Teh Ghey</title><content type='html'>So, a district court in my home state of Iowa has ruled that "same-sex" marriage is protected under the Iowa Constitution’s Due Process and Equal Protection Clauses. No really, you can read the ruling &lt;a href="http://www-personal.umich.edu/~stevesan/varnumruling.pdf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Not that anyone remembers, but in 2006 the voters of the great State voted that marriage was to exist between a man and a woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read the link it is clear that the douchebag judges were already hip-deep into the side of the plaintiffs. Activist judges? You bet. Iowa has long had a strong democratic voice consisting largely of old church ladies. These ladies have no idea what is going on with their party. I sincerely hope that this wakes them up. The loonies are in charge of the asylum in Iowa. Sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15270986-3953380768990479582?l=fastsquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/3953380768990479582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15270986&amp;postID=3953380768990479582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/3953380768990479582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/3953380768990479582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/08/iowa-is-totally-teh-ghey.html' title='Iowa Is Totally Teh Ghey'/><author><name>Fastest Squirrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909231734291972472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06796371776755908872'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15270986.post-4243023223240601556</id><published>2007-08-26T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T16:16:15.344-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biting Analysis'/><title type='text'>Idiotic, Liberal, Douchebag</title><content type='html'>But I repeat myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in an attempt to show his complete ignorance about all things economic, AP writer Matt Gouras shows his ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an &lt;a href="http://apnews.myway.com/article/20070825/D8R820QO0.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; supposedly about the "crappy" economy, he turns all relevant knowledge about economics on its head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The region hit an all-time low of 3.4 percent in May. The effects are everywhere. Logging equipment in Idaho sits idle as companies have a tough time finding workers. A shortage of lifeguards has forced Helena to shorten hours at children-only pools. A local paper in Jackson, Wyo., has page after page of help wanted ads....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;problem&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has created longer hours and tougher working conditions for current employees....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;problem&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; could get worse as more baby boomers retire....&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, low unemployment is now something that is bad... except that this Stalinist dick would surely write similarly about 8% unemployment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know the deep dark secret about finding workers in a low unemployment market? Do ya? *stage whispers* Raise wages. That's right, you raise wages to attract workers. How does this work in small town America? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick example: Let us assume that is a shortage in loggers, an ample supply of trees to be harvested, and continued demand for wood. To attract workers the company raises the wages that it pays to loggers and subsequently increases the price of wood that it sells to consumers to cover the increased operating cost. While it is a delicate balance, if the wages are high enough, it may attract loggers who live in other locations. The increased wages may also attract local workers from other sectors (say, cashiers) to switch to a new career in logging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To preempt this basic fact, the asshat manages to find a feckless whiner to spice up his steaming pile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;John Francis, who owns the McDonald's in Sidney, Mont., said he tried advertising in the local newspaper and even offered up to $10 an hour to compete with higher-paying oil field jobs. Yet the only calls were from other business owners upset they would have to raise wages, too. Of course, Francis' current employees also wanted a pay hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know what the answer is," Francis said. "There's just nobody around that wants to work."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo hoo hoo. Cry me a river. If this guy can't figure this out, he should retire now and let someone with some common sense run the place. Anyway, a truly insipid and stupid piece about how terrible it is that everyone has a freakin' job. Journalists are by and large a bunch of ignorant jackasses. End Rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15270986-4243023223240601556?l=fastsquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/4243023223240601556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15270986&amp;postID=4243023223240601556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/4243023223240601556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/4243023223240601556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/08/idiotic-liberal-douchebag.html' title='Idiotic, Liberal, Douchebag'/><author><name>Fastest 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height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15270986-3457000217391332059?l=fastsquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/3457000217391332059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15270986&amp;postID=3457000217391332059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/3457000217391332059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/3457000217391332059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/08/uber-funny.html' title='Uber Funny'/><author><name>Fastest 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15270986-469994610583719746?l=fastsquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/469994610583719746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15270986&amp;postID=469994610583719746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/469994610583719746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/469994610583719746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/08/stuff-worth-repeating-8.html' title='Stuff Worth Repeating #8'/><author><name>Fastest Squirrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909231734291972472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15270986.post-2753925391622722076</id><published>2007-08-17T08:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T08:33:04.156-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The GWOT'/><title type='text'>Articulate Ace</title><content type='html'>I've long enjoyed &lt;a href="http://ace.mu.nu/"&gt;Ace of Spades&lt;/a&gt;. At the heart he is a comedian. I honestly don't know how he manages to post so much. Anyway, while perusing his wares today I came across a &lt;a href="http://ace.mu.nu/archives/237307.php"&gt;morsel&lt;/a&gt; that I hadn't been able to articulate... Ace does it for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is it that liberals see no contradiction in forever claiming they're rabid champions of fighting the "real war" in Afganistan and finally defeating Al-Qaeda but only conservatives have any obligation to actually fight in the war?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15270986-2753925391622722076?l=fastsquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/2753925391622722076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15270986&amp;postID=2753925391622722076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/2753925391622722076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/2753925391622722076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/08/articulate-ace.html' title='Articulate Ace'/><author><name>Fastest Squirrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909231734291972472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06796371776755908872'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15270986.post-8868589692336820537</id><published>2007-08-06T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T10:59:56.487-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Squirrel Humor'/><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>A Pollack went to the DMV to apply for a driver's license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, of course, he had to take an eye sight test. The optician showed him a card with the letters:&lt;br /&gt;'C Z W I X N O S T A C Z.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you read this?" the optician asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Read it?" the Polish guy replied, "I know the guy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15270986-8868589692336820537?l=fastsquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/8868589692336820537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15270986&amp;postID=8868589692336820537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/8868589692336820537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/8868589692336820537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/08/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>Fastest Squirrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909231734291972472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06796371776755908872'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15270986.post-2767879431684355850</id><published>2007-08-03T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T14:09:03.737-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fine Literature'/><title type='text'>Reading List</title><content type='html'>Greetings Gentle Readers. I'm sure that I've mentioned it, but I'm a slave to books. I read at a distressingly brisk pace and have thousands of books to prove it. The only book worth mentioning that I finished recently is the newest Harry Potter. Well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, currently I am reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Atlas-Shrugged-Ayn-Rand/dp/0452011876/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/105-4267208-4734001?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1186168041&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Atlas Shrugged&lt;/a&gt;, by the inestimable Ayn Rand. This will be my third complete reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you reading?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15270986-2767879431684355850?l=fastsquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/2767879431684355850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15270986&amp;postID=2767879431684355850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/2767879431684355850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/2767879431684355850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/08/reading-list.html' title='Reading List'/><author><name>Fastest Squirrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909231734291972472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06796371776755908872'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15270986.post-1236889879602807846</id><published>2007-08-03T11:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T11:56:49.153-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Squirrel Humor'/><title type='text'>Back from Travel</title><content type='html'>A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, her husband burst into the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Careful," he said, "CAREFUL! Put in some more butter! Oh my GOD!&lt;br /&gt;You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY! Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my GOD! WHERE are we going to get MORE BUTTER? They're going to STICK! Careful . CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when you're cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST your mind? Don't forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt them. Use the salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife stared at him. "What in the world is wrong with you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband calmly replied, "I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm driving."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15270986-1236889879602807846?l=fastsquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/1236889879602807846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15270986&amp;postID=1236889879602807846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/1236889879602807846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/1236889879602807846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-from-travel_03.html' title='Back from Travel'/><author><name>Fastest Squirrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909231734291972472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06796371776755908872'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15270986.post-4354205149307901596</id><published>2007-07-20T07:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T07:33:35.035-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetness'/><title type='text'>Out of Pocket</title><content type='html'>I'll be OCONUS for the next couple weeks. In the meantime, enjoy these: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ni8KBhnebwE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ni8KBhnebwE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1kL6TMjsygw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1kL6TMjsygw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/icMTVV5Lwaw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/07/out-of-pocket.html' title='Out of Pocket'/><author><name>Fastest Squirrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909231734291972472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06796371776755908872'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15270986.post-6125481773828678291</id><published>2007-07-19T06:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T22:18:57.991-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff Worth Repeating'/><title type='text'>Stuff Worth Repeating #7</title><content type='html'>"Those who expect to reap the blessings of freedom must, like men, undergo the fatigue of supporting it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thomas Paine: The American Crisis, No. 4, 1777&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15270986-6125481773828678291?l=fastsquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/6125481773828678291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15270986&amp;postID=6125481773828678291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/6125481773828678291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/6125481773828678291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/07/stuff-worth-repeating-7.html' title='Stuff Worth Repeating #7'/><author><name>Fastest Squirrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909231734291972472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06796371776755908872'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15270986.post-5240815289617927750</id><published>2007-07-18T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T14:19:34.250-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetness'/><title type='text'>Metallica + Minigun = Sweet Awesomeness</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Tv9831kOxc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Tv9831kOxc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15270986-5240815289617927750?l=fastsquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/5240815289617927750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15270986&amp;postID=5240815289617927750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/5240815289617927750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/5240815289617927750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/07/metallica-minigun-sweet-awesomeness.html' title='Metallica + Minigun = Sweet Awesomeness'/><author><name>Fastest Squirrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909231734291972472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06796371776755908872'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15270986.post-114859138668334258</id><published>2007-07-18T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T12:24:24.386-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Squirrel Stuff'/><title type='text'>Quitting the Demon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Originally posted in May 2006... I'm reposting this now after over three years as a quitter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was sitting in my office a couple years ago and I had my lip full of copenhagen, as per S.O.P. and I was hurtin'. My mouth was a mass of sores, I couldn't brush my teeth without gums bleeding and I was just sick of feeling like a slave to nicotine. So I hopped onto Google and typed in quit dipping... and &lt;strong&gt;*POW*&lt;/strong&gt; I found a website called &lt;a href="http://www.quitsmokeless.org"&gt;Quit Smokeless&lt;/a&gt;. I immediately recognized that this was my chance to quit... for good.The article &lt;a href="http://www.quitsmokeless.org/articles/success.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is one that really spoke to me. It begins:&lt;blockquote&gt;Although we have never met, I know you. You started chewing tobacco around high school. It quickly became part of your personality, part of your behavior, and part of your life. At some point, you developed a bad sore throat and thought, "Oh my God, please do not let it be cancer." You decided to quit for the first time. But your throat got better, and one thing lead to another, and you bought another tin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, you have tried to quit many, many times. You have blown through countless "quit deadlines," like "I will quit when I graduate," "I will quit when I get a job," "I will quit when I am (20)(25)(30)(35)," "I will quit when the baby is born," "I will quit when my workload lightens up," and "I will quit on New Years." But, when the deadline came, it was never a good time to quit. Or you quit for a while, but then some problem or stress came into your life and you just "had" to go back to the tin (what was that problem?). Or you quit for someone else (wife, girlfriend, etc.), but then they made you angry, so you started to chew again. No one is going to tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point, you stopped telling the people around you that you were trying to quit tobacco, because it was just too embarassing when you failed. You covered yourself for years with "I do not want to quit," so that no one knows you're completely addicted. It's not like you are an alcoholic or drug addict, right? For the same reasons, you never asked anyone for their help or support, because you are not some spineless, weak-mind junkie who "needs help." And besides, they would never understand it anyway, because "they" just think it's some stupid or gross "spit" habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, you just resigned to your addiction. You justified it with "It is my only bad habit," "The risk of getting oral cancer is (small/exaggerated/not real/for heavy users/for hillbillies/for people who don't brush their teeth)," "I need tobacco to (work/write/concentrate/be productive/play ball/live)," "I am happier with tobacco," "If I get cancer, I get cancer. Everyone dies of something," And Now, you have been chewing tobacco for years and years, and you couldn't quit, even if you wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you found this website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;WOW! You'll have to &lt;a href="http://www.quitsmokeless.org/articles/success.php"&gt;read on&lt;/a&gt;. One of the great things about it was that you could join an online support group of guys (and gals in some cases) that you could chat with to help you get through. Mr. Matt van Wyk was the man who started and ran the site. As of 14 May 2006 he gave up maintaining this part of the site. A fellow quitter whose handle is Flavius Victor started a mirror site that replaced the online chat forum. God bless him. It's interim site is found &lt;a href="http://z3.invisionfree.com/Quit_Smokeless/index.php?s=3a48c65f80f7cbc832e9f2f4a7e9b361&amp;act=idx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a dipper... or know a dipper who is looking to quit. Please direct them to &lt;a href="http://www.quitsmokelessnetwork.org"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;. I dipped constantly for twenty years and finally freed myself of addiction. It was hard, really damn hard. It was also the best thing that I have done for myself in my life. Check it out and please let me know what ya'll think and experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15270986-114859138668334258?l=fastsquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/114859138668334258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15270986&amp;postID=114859138668334258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/114859138668334258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15270986/posts/default/114859138668334258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsquirrel.blogspot.com/2006/05/quitting-demon.html' title='Quitting the Demon'/><author><name>Fastest Squirrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909231734291972472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06796371776755908872'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>