Still Kicking Ass

About all I do these days is add up how many carbs I've eaten so far, sweat my ass off on the treadmill and watch the News...(and that's only because Robert beats me to the remote, nearly every night) and what I see on the boob tube...makes me sick...

What makes me sick is that when a GOOD man is in charge, forces in the world hatch their evil plans to annihilate him.  You want examples, okay:
Lincoln, JFK, Martin Luther King, Mandela,  etc...etc....etc... and why is it that those evil forces can so successfully rid of us men who have vision for making life better....and then there are the opposite of those men... Hitler, Akmanjinibad, Gaddafe, and Kim Jong-il... why is it nobody ever assassinates guys like them... I mean we can send men into space but we can't rid the world of some self-empowered egotistical maniac...

On another note:  I wonder how the widows of those guys killed snow mobiling in Golden REALLY feel... I wonder....  so I asked myself that question...how would I feel if my husband took my son and went into the mountains, that are prone to avalanches during the winter, and proceeded to play a high risk sport (if it is actually a sport, more like a past time)....and they got killed... Of course I would be sad, but I think that phase of my mourning would pass quickly and I would move right on up to anger...and then I'd stay there for a while... Angry, because you stupid asshole, you got yourself and my son killed over a god damned snow mobile... If I were them I would feel pretty bitter...but I bet at those fella's funerals they had their helmets and gloves on the coffin and said "he died doing what he loved"...oh I bet that is a lot of comfort... I wonder if you can even get life insurance and would they pay out...being that he died doing such a high risk thing...kinda like suicide... by Russian roulette....you know it's going to happen you just don't know when...will it be this mountain or the next one...

What the hell ever happened to just snow mobiling on an open field...or over some moderate hills...Oh what, not enough of an adrenaline rush for you, not enough excitement...sign up for a tour in Afghanistan, if you like risk, and life and death excitement...at least you would die doing something worth while...helping those people rebuild their country...not competing in some pissing match with your best friend in a test to which one of you can get your machine up the mountain face the highest... it's like six guys in a line all pissing in the snow to see who's will go the farthest... oh god let's hope they weren't the measure of how far up the evolutionary ladder we have progressed or we're in big trouble...