Sunday, July 01, 2007
H&H (and more When Leathernecks Attack)
| First off I need to follow up on my recent post about the Marine that killed the bear with a "log". I got a chance to see the "log" during a TV interview, and "log" is being generous. It was roughly 3' long and about the diameter of a rolled up newspaper. Not something most people would call a log, but would call "a stick." But let's face it, proper terminology in print it tough to come by these days. But along the same lines you may have seen some more news lately about Marines in action. And with the 4th of July right around the corner, I feel an addition tribute to the Devil Dogs is in order. First is this article (with a video) of a 72 year old Marine beating the snot out of an attempted pick pocket. Lets see, from reading the article we find the following: Retired Marine (strike 1) former gold gloves boxer (strike 2) and retired iron worker (strike 3). The pick pocket is lucky he lived. Unlike this sorry sap: Here's a story of a Marine in Florida who was just trying to get a sandwich when two men tried to rob the place. The problems began when they decided that taking money from Subway wasn't enough and decided to go after the Marine, who happens to have a permit to carry a concealed weapon. Due to Florida having passed the "Castle Doctrine" about 2 years ago, the minute the robbers turned their guns at the gun toting Marine they sealed their fate. Seven bullets later, there's one dead criminal and another on his way to the hospital in critical condition. The comments by the friends and family of the dead criminal make be feel like throwing up, as once again people want to blame the victim when a crime goes wrong and someone is injured. It's simple: if you are using a gun to committ a crime and you get shot, it's your fault. Or to look at it another way, the Marine didn't kill the criminal, the gun did! (Take that gun control people!) Can't wait to hear how Jarred spins this into a Subway weight loss success story! So let's go to the judges: Marines 3, Bears 0, Pickpockets 0, and Punks 0. Let me state once again for the record, the fastest way to end the violence in Iraq and Afganistan is to get every American out of the country, send the Marines in, take them off the political leash, and it will all be over in about a week. And for those writing these articles, you may want to stop calling these gentlemen "Ex Marines" and "Former Marines" or you'll have several Marines with "logs" and pistols on your doorstep letting you know that is an improper way to refer to them. Here's a hint: I have never met a Marine who objects to being called a Devil Dog or Leatherneck. Jarhead is best left as a term between Marines as others use it in a derogatory manner. A little research goes a long way towards avoiding being clubbed, shot, or pummelled. So now that I have your red white and blue blood pumping, lets go back to downtown Macon! Yesterday's post mentioned my wandering downtown Macon during Cherry Blossom Festival. That walk had many purposes, among them was taking a photo of the original Downtown Macon Krystal. I was lucky enough to run into Clint. But my real purpose downtown was to visit another Macon landmark, H&H. Anyone who has been in Macon for more than a week or two will recognize this:   This sign reminds me of The Krystal Kreed    In an effort to keep you from looking like a complete foreigner let me explain how you pay for your meal. You take your money and your ticket into the kitchen to pay. This being the south, manners dictate that you stop at the edge of the counter until you catch the eye of someone behidn the counter and get the approving nod to come on it. This will keep you from wearing a boiling pot of collards. Now that I think of it, I wonder if Mama Hill or Mama Louise ever served in the Marines...  |
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