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  1. 1 hour ago, SuingToGetAMessageBoard? said:

    This is an excellent post that I'm going to assume is true because of my abject ignorance in the area.  It highlights how much I don't know because all I'm ever fed is the hero tale from our side.  I wish I had real education on what happened.

    there might be a few technically minor issues but Wally's overall post is on point.   Urrea probably would have ended the Revolution with a resounding Mexican win if Santa Ana had stayed out of the way.  

  2. Just one of those stupid things you decide to do because, well, why not?

    I don't make them nearly as often as I used to but I still like a good one every now and then.   I normally make them with Sharp Cheddar.   When the Macanudo-ettes were younger I used Kraft singles but I personally think a good Sharp Cheddar is the way to go. 

    The cheeses for tonight:  Sharp Cheddar, regular American Cheese, Kraft singles, Gouda and Butterkase.   Threw that last one in just to try something really mild.    For bread, I went with sourdough.   Spread on some Land O' Lakes and fired up an electric skillet due to the larger surface area than a regular pan. 

    Macanudo-ette #1 preferred the regular American over the others.   Macanudo-ette #2 and I remain steadfast in the belief that sharp cheddar is the way to go.   Kraft was, well, Kraft.   The gouda was good but fairly mild.  The butterkase was very mild.   

    Yes, this is the way suburban dads spend their President's Day.

     

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  3. Your logic is flawed. Ultimately, gender is a set of behaviors. And there is  evidence that gender itself (like many behaviors) has a biological/developmental link (for instance exposure to certain hormones at critical times in development) and is established early in life. While the vast majority of males (sex) are born as men (gender) and thus have the behavioral attributes of men, some do not. The a similar pattern is true of females (sex). There is no harm in recognizing that some males are born as women and that some females are born as men, nor in using that taxonomy in social settings.

    But here's the rub....   "Some" is still very, very small number.    The incredibly vast majority of men and women identify as men and women respectively.    That does not mean there is any stigma or something wrong with those that don't.   But my main issue with how prominent the trans issue has become is that BOTH sides try and use it as a wedge.   Martina's entitled to her opinion.   There is science that backs up her claim.    But there is also science that disputes it.   Right now, we're still grappling with how to handle these kinds of things as a society.    There's no need to demonize someone who says something like this unless they are being some kind of asshole.   

    It's a question that we're going to have to debate and find some kind of resolution to.    But having it doesn't make one side or the other wrong.  We're not talking about fundamental rights like marriage, adoption, land ownership or voting rights for trans individuals.   We're talking about whether someone who transitions from male to female has an unfair advantage athletically because of their genetic and hormonal makeup.   This is also not about employment even though some might want to go down that road.   It's the  same situation as asking whether there should be different age groups for competition.   We wouldn't let an 18 year old compete with 12 year old middle schoolers, right?

    It's not discriminatory to have the conversation.  

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  4. When I was a kid, we used to go up to Bremerton where there were a couple of Essex class carriers tied up for scrapping.     You could just walk onto the flight deck.   You couldn't go below deck but any outdoor gangway or area accessible by ladder was easy to get too.   Talk about heaven for a 10 year old WWII nut. 

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  5. 6 minutes ago, LW Goatman said:

    I still remember the 50 year old manager on the griddle screaming to the cashier “he wants the egg on what”? As directions were relayed from cashier back he through his hands in the air. The air was tense, we were all standing within five feet of one another and he was actually looking at me (again gas station what a burger). Thing cost me like $11.

    There's nothing quite like making Aggies do our bidding.

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  6. On 2/4/2019 at 3:33 PM, Rusty Shackelford said:

    You missed this classic from the Utah Utes back in 2003 then:

    http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/980524/posts

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    Cult! Fear and loathing in College Station (Texas A&M Cult Alert) 
    Daily Utah Chronicle (University of Utah) ^ | September 11, 2003 | Chris Bellamy 

    Posted on 9/11/2003, 12:35:49 PM by Recourse

    Cult! Fear and loathing in College Station

    By Chris Bellamy

    f06cl107.jpg Media Credit: kevin buehler / The Daily Utah Chronicle My two colleagues and I were terrified as we stumbled upon the worshipping ground of the Texas A&M football faithful.

    I tried to escape. Honest, I did. But believe me when I tell you, I didn't know what the hell was going on. What was happening around me was dumbfounding, disturbing, frightening.

    I don't know what it was that compelled me to stay. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was my obscene sense of curiosity. Maybe it was the smell.

    Whatever the reason, last Friday night I found myself, along with my co-workers Asad Kudiya and Kevin Buehler, in probably the most peculiar situation of my life.

    Cannons were firing. People were chanting. They were gyrating in unison. My God, they were doing synchronized pushups!

    This was called "The Yell," and I found myself unwittingly and unintentionally thrown into the middle of it. It was there that I began to discover just what College Station, Texas was all about-and I'm not exaggerating when I say it may have changed my life forever.

    More than 30,000 Aggie fans crowded the streets outside the stadium just before midnight last Friday, as they do before every home game, ready to take part in this massive pre-game pep rally.

    Now, I had always heard about cults. I had even seen a few documentaries on them on The Learning Channel. Heaven's Gate. Jim Jones and The People's Temple.

    But never had I seen a cult up close and personal until we settled into our places in Kyle Field Friday night.

    It started with the pushups. Then it was the "Fighting Aggie War Hymn," a tune repeated ad nauseam all night long, one that still rings in my head at this very hour.

    Hullabaloo, Caneck, Caneck. Hullabaloo, Caneck, Caneck. All hail to dear old Texas A&M...

    Then it got weird. A group of young men, wearing matching overalls, took center stage down on the sidelines as the raucous crowd suddenly hushed. The men began leading these Aggie faithful in chants, cheers and the reading of Masonic verses.

    And everyone knew exactly what to do-and when to do it. They knew what every hand gesture meant. They knew every word of every chant and every song.

    Everyone except us, of course. We, visitors from Utah, did not belong. We did not have the ceremony down by heart. But we did what we were told. What else could we do?

    "I was confused...and scared," a genuinely shaken Asad told me afterward. "I felt like if I didn't do what they were doing, they were going to rape me."

    We leaned over and bowed our heads with the rest of them. We repeated those infernal chants and sang the praises of the Aggie gods. We leaped up and threw our hands in the air, and praised the Good Laaaaawwwwd, as the four men down in front declared a Jihad on the Utah Ute football team.

    Beat the hell out of Utah, they chanted. Beat the hell out of Utah!!

    The four Yell leaders wailed on the microphone and told the crowd to Riiiiiise Up! They made a strange, Hitler-looking gesture to the crowd, and all of a sudden the people around us threw their arms around us and we all began to sway from side to side, singing that war hymn...and it was then that I realized that everyone was speaking in tongues.

    Hullabaloo, Caneck, Caneck. Hullabaloo, Caneck, Caneck. We're gonna beat you all to Chigaroogarem. Chigaroogarem. Rough, tough, real stuff, Texas A&M!

    My memory is a little fuzzy, but if I remember correctly, everyone around us was wearing long, white cloaks and burning candles. And If I'm not mistaken, there was a virgin sacrifice as well.

    Strange and terrible things began happening inside me. These people had been brainwashed, I was sure of it...but...I kind of liked it. I was oddly titillated by the whole experience, ashamed as I am to admit that.

    I was conflicted. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I loved them and loathed them. I was repulsed, yet mysteriously drawn to their sick, twisted game, comforted by this theatre of mass worship, this cornucopia of rabid fan psychosis. It was like a KKK gathering on mushrooms.

    Talk about worshipping false idols. This was just for the football team, for Pete's sake. The football team!

    The U football team sometimes struggles to get 35,000 fans at the actual game-A&M got that many for the pep rally. On a late Friday night, no less. These kids should have been getting wasted, having sex and walking around town in a drunken stupor stealing stop signs and falling asleep in public fountains.

    But no-at half past midnight, they were at the football stadium, worshipping Dennis Franchione while four boys in overalls did their best impression of an Episcopal sermon.

    I'd never seen anything like this place. None of us had.

    I mean, what can you say about a town that simultaneously symbolizes everything that is right about college football, and everything that's wrong about our nation's educational system?

    But it wasn't just the football fans-the whole town of College Station was ass-backward.

    The place was littered with the scary but aptly named Crickets on Steroids with Wings, which may or may not have been the apocalyptic, flesh-eating bugs prophesied in the Bible.

    The night desk clerk at our hotel was named Lucifer. Everyone in town drove a maroon-colored pickup truck. The uniform code at every business establishment was an Aggies T-shirt. The school marching band looked uncannily like the Third Reich. We went to a bar where people actually played darts for hours and hours on end. Who does that?!

    Small things, I know. But after our experience Friday night, every little thing made the town seem all the more strange.

    When we left "The Yell" Friday night, none of us could speak. What the hell just happened, we all thought to ourselves. That wasn't just school spirit-it was something different altogether. Those people were just...different. If this wasn't a cult, I didn't know what was.

    The experience of College Station was an odd one. To tell you the truth, I'm just glad I got out of there alive. Hopefully, the place didn't rub off on me.

    Hullabaloo, caneck, caneck. Chigaroogarem. Chigaroogarem.

    cbellamy@chronicle.utah.edu

     

    That article is responsible for me using the phrase "Then it got weird" for the past 15 years.

     

    Oh and I got really tired of the jacktard counter guy telling me A&M has the 2nd best hospitality school in the country.  

     

    Spoiler.....

     

    It doesn't.

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