Seems to me that squirreling up your family tree (a tree that was pruned years and years ago) to hitch onto a “native” lineage is a bit like claiming to be a MOH winner or a Marine when you were really only a Cub Scout at best… Must be especially sensitive to Hawaiians, where a LOT of inheritance money can be involved or tragically denied.
We shot at 50yards and then placed a new center on the target and shot again in “timed” – and did that again from 25yards in “rapid”, so there’s three sets of holes one on top of the other. It was fun.
The Chiclet-Guava shirted Loud Left and the rest of the black-shirted Anarcho-hipoixousie like to chant the Get Out of Iraq slogan and are happy to dance on the corpses of millions. Dance Anarchist hipsters, dance – this is what the dance of pull-out looks like. Iraq is not Vietnam, it’s Cambodia…
[Holiday In Cambodia video removed by YooToob]
My brushes with celebrity amount to a blind pig’s acorn-finding chances; tertiary, tangential, and accidental at best for your basic dork. B UT, one of my college housemates was a girl who’s boyfriend was a campus radio-station DJ and the roommate and “best friend” of Jello Biafra – and I sorta met him once when he came down from The City to do a gig at the Not-Catalyst, some less-distinguished venue down the street in Santa Cruz.
To meet the so-named munchkin was to be fully engulfed in his warp-field, and to understand the Psychologist’s Desk-Reference about the Napoleonic Complex.
Anyhow it was an interestingly brief meeting, from a disengaged backstage perspective. No free tickets for me.