As his squad distracted the third machine gunner, Inouye crawled toward the final bunker, eventually drawing within 10 yards. As he raised himself up and cocked his arm to throw his last grenade into the fighting position, a German inside the bunker fired a rifle grenade that struck him on the right elbow, severing most of his arm and leaving his own primed grenade reflexively "clenched in a fist that suddenly didn't belong to me anymore".[10] Inouye's horrified soldiers moved to his aid, but he shouted for them to keep back out of fear his severed fist would involuntarily relax and drop the grenade. As the German inside the bunker reloaded his rifle, Inouye pried the live grenade from his useless right hand and transferred it to his left. As the German aimed his rifle to finish him off, Inouye tossed the grenade off-hand into the bunker and destroyed it. He stumbled to his feet and continued forward, silencing the last German resistance with a one-handed burst from his Thompson before being wounded in the leg and tumbling unconscious to the bottom of the ridge. When he awoke to see the concerned men of his platoon hovering over him, his only comment before being carried away was to gruffly order them to return to their positions, since, as he pointed out, "nobody called off the war!"[11]
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Daniel Inouye: Jackal of the Day (Year, decade, century)
As his squad distracted the third machine gunner, Inouye crawled toward the final bunker, eventually drawing within 10 yards. As he raised himself up and cocked his arm to throw his last grenade into the fighting position, a German inside the bunker fired a rifle grenade that struck him on the right elbow, severing most of his arm and leaving his own primed grenade reflexively "clenched in a fist that suddenly didn't belong to me anymore".[10] Inouye's horrified soldiers moved to his aid, but he shouted for them to keep back out of fear his severed fist would involuntarily relax and drop the grenade. As the German inside the bunker reloaded his rifle, Inouye pried the live grenade from his useless right hand and transferred it to his left. As the German aimed his rifle to finish him off, Inouye tossed the grenade off-hand into the bunker and destroyed it. He stumbled to his feet and continued forward, silencing the last German resistance with a one-handed burst from his Thompson before being wounded in the leg and tumbling unconscious to the bottom of the ridge. When he awoke to see the concerned men of his platoon hovering over him, his only comment before being carried away was to gruffly order them to return to their positions, since, as he pointed out, "nobody called off the war!"[11]
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
R.I.P.: BMR's Free Streaming Sports
Thursday, January 6, 2011
R.I.P.: Land of the Free
Right now, it's just Miami/Dade County, but I'm sure this gay clone invention's services can be enlisted for a modest rental fee. Don't fret, some of your data will eventually be funneled through here and that's not good either.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
JOTD: Leslie Nielsen
Friday, October 9, 2009
GCOTD: Jackals? Or Gay Clones

Aldente Sschawannz or whatever the fuck your name is. It has been so long I forget. I smoked your Cubans, enjoyed your ball busting, drank your keg, enjoyed your Den contributions, but now nothing. Its almost as if you were a gay clone all this time and hid your true colors. Where the hell is our kick ass banner for the Den? Where the hell is our Vegas update? Is this how you treat your fellow jackals?
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
R.I.P. Jackal - Dalton
R.I.P. Dalton. You will be missed.
"Take out the trash, Cooler!"
You gotta love that the blind dude keeps playin' the blues while they are throwin' down in this scene.
Cowboy karate: Round house in a road house...it doesn't get much more jackal than that.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
RIP Sean

Today woulda been my boy Sean's 24th (or 23rd, fuck I'm old and dumb)birthday. Dude was dealt a really fuckin tough draw in life and turned to drugs to deal with it. That Heroin is a real mother fucker and he ODed while we were all Jackalin it up in the Broconos.

Not many of you really knew of him or knew him at all but his dad (RIP Pops) and my dad were really good friends while I was growing up. Kid was always fun to be around and had a big old heart which probably led to him having such a tough time dealing with shit later on in life. There isn't much to say except for the fact that our society is fucked, our penal system is fucked, and sometimes life just plain isn't fair. Shit you know how Jackals take to the bottle so who knows what would happen to any of us if we ever stuck that needle in our arm or put that yayo up our nose. Bad shit happens to good people. Wish I would've done more to help you out bro. I'm really sorry I couldn't get you outta that shit.
So all of you that own a copy of the original Jackals LP Go To Sleep throw on the last track, listen to my boy Supreme spit the first verse(dude is pretty sick on the mic), and pour one out.
Much love brother,
SS
ps let me quote one of his lyrics to segue from kind words into angry as fuck which were extremely well played "familiar with the flavor of tears, now come see a gangsta I spit inside the face of my fears" Any mother fucker that doesn't think some form of universal health care is a good idea is basically saying fuck you SS, your boy deserved to die. He had zero options after 45 days in lock up for drug treatment. A treatment facility wouldn't take him for free because he had already detoxed in jail. A halfway house wouldn't take him because he hadn't been through a formal treatment program. There was no treatment program in the facility he was in because it didn't house people for more than a few months. The health insurance industry basically has drug treatment on lock which means only people with insurance or money can get help. That's great for a dumb bitch like Lindsey Lohan or a rich gay clone like DI or even someone who is able to hold down a job while being some sort of drug addict. But for real fucking people that just doesn't work. So if that's your retarded fucking position, that people with an addiction or a disease that are below a certain income threshold deserve to die, come talk to me and I will gut you like a fucking fish and feed your entrails to my dog. Baleeve that.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Pour one out

Jesus titty fucking Christ man.
Here in DC we joke about how inept Metro and the operators of Metro are but we never thought the system was this fucked up...
When I used to ride the train to work every day I was shocked at how easy it would be for a terrorist, and it wouldn't need to be a suicide bomber, to just bring on a bomb in a backpack and detonate it when the train is up in the air headed into DC derailing it and killing a shit ton of people... I never really expected two trains to just slam into each other because some dumbass was asleep at the wheel and the computer system doesn't work. It's always the working class that gets fucked in an epic fail like this. It's senseless and retarded. Thank God this wasn't at NewYork Ave or another elevated station where this could've been really bad.
I hope everyone is alright and everyones friends and family are alright. Pour one out for the victims of this epic fail and their families.
Much love,
SS
Somedays I take the L to gel with the real world - Common
Friday, June 19, 2009
King of the Jungle Relinquishes His Throne Due To Death By Suffocation!!
How long does this fool think he can hold his breath for? Is this ninja David Blaine (future GCOTD by the way)? How can one man with such a great haircut and away message fail so epically?
The KOTJ is dead my friends, and much like The Lion King a new more devious leader has emerged named Scar...Scar Shoulders... baleeve it!




