Jim Varagona

>Yesterday marked 2,000 deaths of American soldiers. See their faces here. I’m sure glad we are bringing freedom and liberty to the people of Iraq. I hope they don’t mind the 26,732 civilian casualties (to date) they’ve had to endure to get to this point. Oh well…I guess that’s the price you pay for democracy. And that is what they want, right? At least we are keeping the Iraqis from unleashing their WMDs against us…oh wait.

I personally am waiting for the day our dead in Iraq equals our 2,986 that died on 9/11. We are really showing it to those Arabs. We already killed 9 times that of their people. We’ll show them. Or maybe we’ll just piss them off into an endless cycle or terrorism and Jihad.

What am I saying? This war ended on May 1, 2003.

And since that wonderful occassion, 1864 of our soldiers have been killed. Sounds a little backwards, but what do I know about combat or the price of freedom?

Keep this in mind…one Bush did foresee this all happening…

“Extending the war into Iraq would have incurred incalculable human and political costs. We would have been forced to occupy Baghdad and, in effect, rule Iraq. The coalition would instantly have collapsed, the Arabs deserting in anger and other allies pulling out as well. Exceeding the U.N.’s mandate would have destroyed the precedent of international response to aggression we hoped to establish. Had we gone the invasion route, the U.S. could still be an occupying power in a bitterly hostile land.”
— From “Why We Didn’t Remove Saddam” by George Bush [Sr.] and Brent Scowcroft, Time Magazine, 1998

So here’s to 2000 more and many more years of the endless war on terror. Cheers!

>I figured from time to time, I should give some Diabeto-related information. I did come across this article recently on a man’s “amazing transformation” from a lard ass to a phat stud. It seems like a nice, inspiring load of crap. He does discuss how he feared getting Diabetes from a family history and just being massive. That leads to a link to The Diabetes Detox diet, which seems a lot like the Atkins diet. Carbohydrates are your enemy! Yet the last time I looked into it, it is suggested that 70% of our diets be carbs. This suggests you effectively eliminate carbs for life. I’d rather shed years off my life.

That page links to another page which lists pertinent Diabetes info. plus vitamins and supplements to make things a tad easier. I’ll go for that. As long as I can still eat my pasta.

>I received a notable comment to a posting last Sunday. The comment was regarding my posting on October 3rd about Wegener’s Granulomatosis, a horrible disease, that took my 14 year old brother’s life.

“Yeah, thanks for sharing. I just got out of the hospital a little over a week ago. They aren’t 100% what form of ANCA Vasculitis I have, but they think it may be Wegener’s. My kidneys seem to be okay, but my lungs were filling with blood and I couldn’t breathe for a while without being on pure oxygen. Things seem to be going okay now. Only time will tell. Thanks again.”

–Kim

It felt good to get to somebody. I feel bad that she had to read a worst case scenario, but I am glad that someone that is suffering from this at a young age like my brother (Kim is 21) is surviving. Her blog covering her survival is at http://faithofanemptyhand.blogspot.com. It’s nice, but sad, to hear of someone else’s personalized story. At least it is one of hope.

>According to Schlafly’s web site, Oct. 26 will mark the return of their Coffee Stout. I ate that shit up last year, but it wasn’t shit, and I drank it. I know, I know…St. Louis is Budweiser country. The hell with that. I want beer that tastes like real beer, or in this case, coffee. I wonder if there’s enough coffee in there to balance out the depressive part of beer. Actually I don’t get depressed when I drink beer, but I do eat wet wipes and dog bones.

Do try the Schlafly Coffee Stout though. It tastes like cold coffee with a heavy fizz. Who can’t pass that up?! It should hit St Louis area stores shortly after that date. If not, run to their Bottleworks site in Maplehood, MO and demand it.

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Boy that last game sucked. I guess that means bring in the wrecking ball. Goodbye Busch. So long to standing in an inch of piss with 30 other guys, drinking $9 beers, and baseball…for now. And go Sox!

>Try Boudreaux’s Butt Paste. It is available at Target and other fine stores. Unfortunately, their site (besides the main page) is down due to Katrina. They are located in Louisiana, you see. It works good on my dry elbows and knees too. They suggest it for pretty much any skin ailment you might have. Even Shaq and Britney jumped on its bandwagon.

The fine line of Butt Paste products

-One Butt Paste thing to note is if you haven’t touched the tube in a while, you will be surprised by a clear grease on the first squeeze, so massage the tube like your mother’s calves to mix it well.

Also, for that not-so-swell feeling downstairs is the amusing Anti-Monkey Butt Powder. I myself have not tried this one, but (heh heh) how can you deny it???!

The Anti-Monkey Butt Mobile?

Even if you don’t experience these choadal region ailments, they make fine Christmas presents, gag gift or not. AMB is especially recommended for “motorcyclists, horseback riders, bicyclists, runners, and truck drivers,” so keep that in mind.

Oh…this is a real neat-o crotch rot story.

http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=diabetoboycom-20&o=1&p=8&l=as1&asins=B0009PAO20&fc1=000000&=1&lc1=0000ff&bc1=000000&lt1=_blank&IS2=1&bg1=ffffff&f=ifrhttp://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=diabetoboycom-20&o=1&p=8&l=as1&asins=B0006B08O6&fc1=000000&=1&lc1=0000ff&bc1=000000&lt1=_blank&IS2=1&bg1=ffffff&f=ifrhttp://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=diabetoboycom-20&o=1&p=8&l=as1&asins=B000BL5V16&fc1=000000&=1&lc1=0000ff&bc1=000000&lt1=_blank&IS2=1&bg1=ffffff&f=ifr

>So I was browsing through other blogs and here are some good ones…

Kid gets hand stuck in vacuum!

Girl complains about acid reflux and her period!–thanks to technology, we can now know these intimate details of people’s lives.

Pope Ratzinger Comic Satire–stuff in other languages makes me laugh, mainly because I don’t understand it.

I like this lady’s intro.: “I’m an ex-Witch, now Christian for the last 9 years…” nuff said.

Your guide to plane crash info.–latest plane crashes, plane crash lawyers, etc.

…and if you’ve been severely depressed recently, here’s some help.

…some people.

>I stumbled across this and do not remember how. I love Jack Nicholson. I even took a class on him in college, along with my Tim Burton, Andy Warhol, and Elvis classes. I put my education to good use. Anyway, this is one of the greatest things I’ve randomly stumbled upon on the web as of late. It is a remixed version of “The Shining” trailer.

Click here to view it.

On September 30, the NY Times ran an exclusive about the clip, stating:

Mr. Ryang won the contest, and about 10 days ago, he said, he sent three friends a link to a “secret site” on his company’s Web site where they could watch his entry. One of them, Mr. Ryang said, posted it on his little-watched blog. And that was that. Until this week, when he was hit by a tsunami of
Internet interest. On Wednesday, Mr. Ryang said, his secret site got 12,000 hits. By Thursday the numbers were even higher, his film was being downloaded and linked to on countless other sites, it had cracked the top 10 most popular spoofs on www.ifilm.com, and a vice president at a major Hollywood studio had called up his office, scouting for new talent.

The man is a genius. Enjoy.

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Justin (left) and Shannon (right) looking for a cure to Diabetes on the streets of Town and Country, MO.

The Diabetoboy Productions Team (Shannon, Justin, me—from left)

After the walk, we hit up Gus’s Pretzels, because of my addiction to pretzels. Not the best thing for a diabetic to inhale, but better than cake or gnawing on pure sugar cane. I want to be a pretzel vendor some day, especially if my career in retail servicing doesn’t pan out. Just imagine having access to all the pretzels you want all day.

>Actually working is rough. I haven’t done it in a while. 50 hours of manual labor this week. I feel it. By Sunday, I will reek of Ben Gay. Today I got to wake up at my leisure with nothing to rush for. That is an amazing feeling, like a good bowel movement. With nothing to do, I napped. And so did Sadie.

Sadie napping hardcore.

On Saturday morning, I will walk 3 miles for Diabetes. Will my walking cure my disease? Fuck no. I can say I did something for charity though this year. Shannon and my pal Justin will be accompanying myself on the Diabetoboy Productions team. Post walk plans: apply more Ben Gay…in a few hours, repeat. Ah, menthol.