In a move meant to unite A-Team fans nationwide, Mr. T has finally endorsed one of the presidential candidates. The below statement was released earlier today.
"Hey sucka, I pity the fool that don’t vote for my man. He’s the real deal. You know who I’m talkin’ about. That fool. At the convention. Who gave the speech. Not that other fool. You better vote for him. Or I might come knockin’ at your door. You don’t want that. Fool."
Mr. T
Here’s s a few pictures from the trip I took this weekend to the Maroon Bells wilderness area well as a mini trip report.
South Maroon was probably the most hardcore mountain that I have climbed to date and it’s reputation as one of the more deadly mountains in Colorado is well received. Anyone attempting to summit this mountain will encounter steep, loose scree fields that never seem to end, cliff bands made up of rotten, crumbling rock, and a maze of cairns that litter the upper half of the peak, making them almost useless in one’s way to the top.
I felt strong the entire climb and was surprised at how fast I made my way up the first half of the mountain. I read that most of the first half was mostly class 2 but almost everything I encountered was closer to class 3. Once the introduction was over and I hit the rock cliffs, the route finding began. Working my way across the southeast ridge involved a frustrating traverse where elevation was repeatedly gained then lost until South Maroon’s summit buttress was finally reached. At this point I ignored all of the cairns and just worked my way up the mountain. Working my way up, every hand and foot hold used had to be tested before placing any significant amount of weight on it. Eventually, I regained my position on the southeast ridge and regained some confidence as the summit finally presented itself. A quick hop, skip, and a jump later (about 30 minutes of hopping, skipping, and jumping) I was standing at the top. Woo hoo. There were two points in the climb where I had to change my shorts and they both happened on the way down. The first of which being when I decided to take a short cut down a gulley that looked doable until I was actually inside of it. Knowing I had no business being where I was, I did a traverse along the side of the mountain to work my way back to the south side. This cliff traverse was narrow and filled with loose rock. Any mistake here would have meant a one-way trip to dirt town by way of a 500 foot or so drop. When I finally reached the end of the cliff traverse, I had to do about a 30 foot down climb Stallone: Cliffhanger style. The second close call happened moments later when I went a little too far down another gulley filled with a bunch of scree garbage that completely fell out from underneath me. I slid about 15 feet and only stopped when I was able to grab onto a rock that was solid enough to support my weight. Good times. I eventually got back on the right path and made my way down the mountain relatively unscathed. Once I was safely back at the campsite, I boiled up some water and destroyed a serving or two of Nissin Cup O’ Noodles before crashing out.
The original plan was to summit North and South Maroon as well as Pyramid Peak, but with the loss of both climbing partners, I was only able to knock out South Maroon. I gave a good go with Pyramid Peak on Sunday morning but couldn’t find the trailhead and in blazing my own trail ended up on the wrong side of the amphitheater. Since I couldn’t figure out how to get to where I needed to be, the decision was made to call the climb.
It was a fun climb and I’m glad I was able to summit one of the bloated beasts in the Maroon Bells wilderness. There’s two more mountains waiting for me back there and I will be back to attempt both of them. Montoya out.
Area residents were in attendance and seemed to welcome visitors with open hooves.
Spectacular views were the name of the game all weekend long.
Me destroying it.
Last night, in a move most people viewed as impossible to pull off, John McCain somehow managed to stay up past his 6 o’clock bedtime to address the crowd and accept the party’s Presidential nomination at the Republican National Convention. The crowd paid close attention and seemed unsure how to react as an unassisted John McCain slowly waddled to the podium, but soon erupted into unbridled, enthusiastic cheers as they watched McCain stand behind the microphone, rambling on and erratically shaking his fist.
Before the appearance, many delegates were pleasantly surprised to see Senator McCain trolling the hallways of the convention hall without the assistance of his Hoveround personal power chair. The senator appeared in good spirits and even took the time to enjoy an Enfamil formula shake with several of the older delegates in attendance. The night did not go off without a hitch, however, as later in the evening Senator McCain was overheard accusing Cindy McCain of stealing his pills. The misplaced pills were eventually found safely tucked away in his diaper bag.
So Governor Palin addressed the Republican National Convention last night and, from what I saw and heard, she is a feisty individual that doesn’t give up. Her and Senator McCain might give Senator Obama and Senator Biden a run for their money. If she is successful in her bid for the Vice Presidency I certainly hope she keeps a diary to record all of the events that would transpire during her time in office. She could publish these memoirs as a testament of her accomplishments to all of the American people. Think of the possibilities………..
The Vice President Diaries
A short story by
Theo Montoya
The footsteps making way through the White House were careful, making only the occasional crunch on the floor, but a lifetime of living in the Alaskan woods had trained Vice President Palin’s ear well. The White House seemed large and empty. She figured her prowess wouldn't do much good against the five or six secret service agents stationed around the corner. She decided to slip past the unwanted crowd to the back entrance of the oval office. The agents out there weren't intent on her presence. And what was to happen was inevitable.
A soft knock came at the oval office door, a sound President McCain might have missed if he'd been asleep. It had begun. He quickly slipped from behind the mahogany desk with a grace that belied his height and firm build. Silently, he raced across the room to answer the call. In seconds, he was at the door, waiting for what was on the other side. Not bothering with a light, he pulled the door open before another knock came, though Vice President Palin’s hand was already raised.
A patch of Vice President Palin’s pale shoulder showed through the tangle of her hair. He would have touched it if he hadn't feared startling her, but he didn't want that. Once she was in the office, once she saw what he saw, once this moment started, their lives would be changed. He didn't know how he knew that, but he did. A part of him had been waiting for this moment, fearing it since the Republican National Convention -- and it wasn't just the fear and excitement of being caught, the idea that because one woman had once dislocated his hip, this one would, too.
"We need to veto that legislation," Vice President Palin said in an apologetic whisper, with only the smallest jut of her chest toward the silhouette in front of her. "It won’t meet our agenda."
President McCain swallowed. A veto was serious. "Why not?"
She started to explain. Go to her, cried a silent voice, but he remained inert. Barely breathing, he listened. The minute went by. Then two. They inched their way closer, then stopped. Their bodies went still. Finally, President McCain could take no more. With the same authority that had won him the election, he grabbed Vice President Palin and threw her on his desk. As he started to peel off her clothes...............
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Following in the footsteps of Judas, Benedict Arnold, and that wizard in the Lord of the Rings trilogy, Joe Lieberman has finally chosen evil. As he gave his speech last night at the Republican National Convention, Gollum, I mean Joe Lieberman aligned himself with the Republican Party, despite the fact that he is a registered independent and that he still caucuses with the Democrats. Now I can’t say that I actually watched the RNC last night or even bothered to check out his speech online but I know exactly what he said.
He spoke of a ring, a ring so perfect in size and strength. Forged in the deepest, darkest dwellings of Mordor, it would be the ring to rule all rings. It would be his precious. He spoke of the battle for this ring, his ring, and how he would let John McCain borrow it for four years should America decide to make the biggest mistake it could possibly make this November.
