REMEMBER THE NAME

This is 10% luck

20% skill

15% concentrated power of will

5% pleasure

50% pain

and 100% reason to remember the name

He doesn't need his name up in lights...

He just wants to be heard...

Whether it's the beat or the mic...

He feels so unlike everybody else...

Alone

in spite of the fact that...

Some people still think they know him...

But no

he knows the code...

It's not about salary...

It's all about reality...

And making some noise...

Making a story

making sure his clique stays up...

That means when he put's it down Llama picking it up

Let's go...

FORT MINON

the Rizing tied...

NICK CANNON IZ HILARIOUS!!!

What is the point of Freedom if you are dead...

ITZ DA RAK BABY!

This one goes out to the Rakkasan Mom that has posted comments on our blogozphere... Thank you very much... I don't know if people remember... But the Rakkasans are the 3BCT (Brigade Combat Team) of the 101st Airborne Division... Under the command of the Steely COL Steele... Hero of the Battle of the Black Sea (aka Blackhawk Down... aka Mogadishu... aka one bad mutha futha... it'z the wallet that says BADMUTHAFUKA MUTHAFUKA!) Of course you place your toughest Brigades with the toughest assignments... They get Salahadin Province... Places like Samarra and Bayji... Betta bring ya six guns kid cuz it is going to be a rough ride... They have already taken losses that makes their resolve toughen like quik-rete... They will not be stopped... They are the best of the best... and the toughest of the tough... and the smartest of the smart... only problem... they don't smile... oh well... I will work on that one... I have already begun a full frontal assault on their smiling cortex of their brains... You see... When you have the fortunate opportunity to pass a Rakkasan as an Officer you receive two wonderful respects... One: a salute sharp enough to cut air molecules... and Two: a proud statement... RAKKASANS! I will admit I was caught off gaurd the first time they did this... I was like woah... not only do they not smile they yell real loud... But always one to make a point... wait no I am not... but I am now... I squeal back... AIR POWER! or LEAD THE WAY! That has received more than its fair share of smirks and smiles... always followed by a joke about the Air Force or the ridiculous 8-point hats... haha... anyways... NOW THE HISTORY OF THE RAKKASANS BABA-BABY!

and another picture of that good looking individual... I am ready for my closeup...

The 187th Infantry Regiment was constituted on 12 November 1942 at Camp Mackall, North Carolina. On 25 February 1943 it was activated and designated as a glider infantry regiment assigned to the 11th Airborne Division. The first mission of the Regiment was to help convince the War Department that an airborne division could fly over water on instruments at night to a target, drop with minimal casualties, and then wage sustained combat operations while being resupplied entirely by air. On 6 December 1943, the Division’s landings were perfectly executed and by dawn the next morning, the objective was taken. The success of the Knollwood Maneuvers proved the effectiveness of the airborne division concept and compelled the War Department to create other airborne divisions.
In May 1944, the Regiment deployed to the southwest Pacific and on the night of 6 December 1944 was attacked by the Japanese 3d Parachute Regiment. The Rakkasans repelled the enemy force and three months later seized Lipa Airfield on Luzon. The 187th fought continuously until January 1945 on Leyte and suffered heavy casualties taking Purple Heart Hill. At Nasugbu Bay, the Regiment performed a para-amphibious assault and fought their way into the jungle to Tagaytay Ridge. They also captured Fort McKinley in the 11th Airborne Division’s attack on Manila and conquered the heavily defended Mount Macolod. At 0100 hours on 30 August 1945, the first planes carrying 187th soldiers left for Atsugi Airfield. This was a momentous occasion; the Rakkasans were the first American and foreign troops to enter Japan in 2,000 years. While serving as part of the American Occupation Force, the Japanese gave the paratroopers of the 187th Infantry Regiment the nickname "Rakkasan", which loosely translated means "falling umbrella."
On 27 August 1950, the 187th Airborne Infantry Regiment was reorganized and redesignated as the 187th Airborne Regimental Combat Team. The unit was quickly sent to Korea and within the first month defeated a enemy force of 3,000 soldiers. The Rakkasans then performed a textbook parachute assault and heavy drop at Sukchon-Sunchon. They also defeated the Chinese at the Battle of Wonju, performed another record-breaking airborne operation into Munsan-ni Valley, fought battles at bloody Inje and Wonton-ni, and quelled prison-camp riots at Koje-do. The Rakkasans successes in Korea changed the face of airborne warfare and revitalized interest in the use of paratroopers. It also convinced the Pentagon to reactivate XVIII Airborne Corps at Fort Bragg, North Carolina.
On 13 December 1967, the 3d Battalion, 187th Infantry Regiment reported for duty in the Republic of Vietnam. The Rakkasans were called upon to perform many hazardous operations including defense of Bien Hoa Military Base and the US Embassy in Saigon. They were awarded a Valorous Unit Citation for their actions at Dong Ngai and a Presidential Unit Citation for the Battle of Dong Ap Bia Mountain. In battles from the A Shau Valley to the Iron Triangle, the Rakkasans added nine decorations and twelve battle streamers to the Regiment’s proud lineage.
In September 1990, the Rakkasans once again answered the call and began deploying to the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, during Operation DESERT SHIELD. On 20 and 21 February 1991, two companies from 1st Battalion air assaulted into Objective Weber and captured 434 Iraqi soldiers. On 25 February 1991, the 48th Anniversary of the Regiment, the Rakkasans conducted the largest and deepest air assault operation in history, as it struck 155 miles behind enemy lines into the Euphrates River Valley. This action led to the timely defeat of Iraqi Forces and helped ensure a total allied victory.
The 187th Infantry Regiment is the only airborne regiment in the history of the US Army to fight in every war since the inception of airborne tactics. From glider to parachute to helicopter, the Rakkasans have entered combat in each mode of airborne warfare and has pioneered its implementation. Throughout their history, the Rakkasans have upheld the motto "Ne Desit Virtus – Let Valor Not Fail" and continue to do so today in Iraq.

Ne Desit Virtus indeed my friends... So drop a forte-o to their struggle, strife, and sacrifices... They continue to make their mark on History... But I was thinking... they need something in their life to make it a lil better... maybe some cute animals... what kind...? A Puppy... A Puddy-Tat... hmm... a fuzzy wuzzy Bunny...

and a rat...

A RAT!!!!

WHAT THE FUSHNIK'N... I WILL SHOW YOU WHAT RAKKASAN'S DO TO RATZ!

GET 'EM LLAMA!

I HAVE YOU NOW...

That reminds me of something... Forgiveness... Today is Sunday and that means you must listen to the fruit of my one-hour re-Catholicization... Today's lesson focused on forgiveness... which is a good trait to have these days... I guess the jist of the whole thing is... If the big G-Money upstairs is willing to forgive you for all the terrible things you have done on this earth... you should take advantage of it... and not waste it... and use it... In one of the stories scribed... there was a city... For this example... let's call it Las Vegas... And over the loud voice of the casinos the Voiceth of God says your city shall be destroyed because you guys are bad... then a miraclous thing happens... everyone puts down their hookerz and becomes good... and so do the hookerz... God does not destroy Las Vegas and we all can enjoy the Buffets as the good people of the earth... So yea... your assignment... Pick one person who has wronged you...

and Forgive them...

no more resentment...

no more angst...

no more ill will...

tough isn't it...

Be Rakkasan tough about it and do it...

you will be a better person for it in the morning...

trust me... I know... that is why my name is Mark

Boom Boom Flip... Boom Boom Flip

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/10913799/

Bayji... Beiji... Baiji... sigh...

UHhh... UHhh...Hot... Si'ka d'an ya average... Papa twist cabbage off instinct...

Hello my name iz Dr Greenthumb...

I doubt Cypress Hill has pipes as big as this... Another venture to the Tigris river... If you remember there was the Al Fathah bridge that CF (Coalition Forces... ok I will just say it... the U.S.) destroyed... blowing all the pipes connecting the Kirkuk Oil Fields to the Bayji Refinery (you know the refinery that now produces 70% of Iraq's oil product) and a critical pipeline that swings up to Mosul and finally out to Turkey... You get that oil to Turkey and Joe Iraq get's paid tha big bucks... Money comes in... The Iraq Gov't has money to pay good cops... They start enforcing rules like Jay Walking... and poof... the insurgency starts to disappear... Cuz as you must know from the media (or not cuz they don't tell you this!) ... The insurgency is 80% or so made up of two brothers... John Iraq that thinks these pipelines head straight to Ariel Sharon and George Bush's private estates... and Jose Iraq that is pissed off that CF just blew up his 5-series camel or house with his family in it... So this is a new year... but my solution is the same to this thing...

First we need to recognize a couple things...

This is not a war... It is an Insurgency...

The Insurgents are not just "terrorists", they are John and Jose Iraq...

Gatta get John and Jose a job... so they feel secure...

(they are working on Llama's and my $1.5million project..teehee)

Teach them about the importance of oil to their economy...

(Pipe schematic of the Al Fathah pipe crossing... the first step in their future)

Then we need to learn how to be compassionate...

And we have to be ready to pay the cost of compassion...

Then the Insurgency will go away... and his death will not be in vain... and Iraq will be free...

Well that is the way I see it at least... Until then I continue to play with my pipes...

Pipes, pipes, pipes!

All pipes must go. At the Al Fathah we're slashing pipes in half! This is a pipe blow out! Make us an offer on our vast selection of pipes! We got white pipes, black pipes, Spanish pipes, yellow pipes, hot pipes, cold pipes, wet pipes, tight pipes, big pipes, bloody pipes, fat pipes, hairy pipes, smelly pipes, velvet pipes, silk pipes, Naughty pipes, snappin' pipes, horse pipes, dog pipes, chicken pipes, fake pipes! If we don't have it, you don't want it!

Hey lil' mama let me whisper in your ear... Wait till you see my blog... ooh... Wow it feelz good to blog again... does it feel good to read it...? feed the ego pleaze... ok... Last blizz'og... Had some interesting photos a la Lopez... you did read the last blog right...? NO? GO READ IT FOOL... AND POST!

First off... the A. Jaramillo title photo was taken by Llama the Wonder Brother Tin-Lo... He was backpacking through Patagonia, Argentina... i suppose some kind of Llama Hajj thing... when he found that sign...

JARAMILLO'z ARE WORLD WIDE MY FRIENDZ!

Act lik'ya Don't know the J-UNeT...

Well... the next photo of discussion... is the Rose... You might have thought this was some photo I took off of some exhibit or something... Little did you know this was shot, cut, designed, and published by our very own M-Lo The Wonder Llama... This Rose was blooming right under our noses... Roses do grow in the desert... and it smelt wonderful... all the way until some army guy dumped a bunch of bleach on the soil... M-Lo gave it a respectful passing by cutting it and sharing it with the less fortunate... awww...

And finally... the title photo to this entry... What we have here is Leandro's Tavern in St. Johns Arizona est. 1934... And in front is Clint's ol' El Camino runnin kilo'g... beautiful scene... so many memories... M-Lo comes through again on this one... superimposing the spirit of Mariuz in the pic... thousands of miles away... and i am right there...

That is it for this Blogius-maximus... You all enjoy your Sunday... paz

I've laid more pipe in this town than a plumber...

-Mariuz

I must of dreamed a thousand dreams…

been haunted by a million screams…

I can hear the marching feet...

their moving into the street…

now did you read the news today…

they say the dangers gone away…

but I can still see the fire still alight…

they’re burning into the night…

There’s too many men…

There’s too many people…

Making too many problems…

And not much love to go around…

Can’t you see this is the…

LAND OF CONFUSION

Ay man let me’ask ya sumt’n… Ya’eva have one of dem’daiz where ya felt like you got rid of all dem bad seedz in ya life… Ya kna’meen like ya got ya paycheck… paid off a car note or sumt’n… juzt jumped out da sho’wa feel’n fresha’dan a mutha…
You mean pay off a Cadillac car note…?
Like a Cadillac… Like you ready to thro’a party like call ever’buddy ya’kno… Don’t even plan it… juzt do’it
In Compton we call that Spurr’ov da moment…
Well letz do it… Spurr’ov da moment

WUDA!

yes... you are now rocking with the best... DA SCHFITZ IZ BACK IN TAN...! After chill'axn for two weeks (isn't that how long ya take vacations for...?) from the blog... It was time to put in a lil work... HAPPY FELIZ MERRY MUBARAK NEW YEAR...! 2006... 10 years since I graduated High School... 10 years since I met Ilyne standing in the county line... i mean the uniform issue line in the cage at UCLA AFROTC... 10 years since I decided that 10 years from then I would be in Iraq...

Bwha wha what...? I can give it to ya but whacha gunna do wit it...?

No way did I think I was going to end up here... I just thought AFROTC had some cool people in it and a nifty hat... Nobody said anything about a war! let alone that super secret clause that says AFROTC can drop the F and be AROTC... aka ARMY ROTC... hua... air assault... rakkassans... air power my friends... AIR POWER! unless it hits the wrong building... different story for a different blog entry...

A quick update... oil has been crazy... why is that... CUZ IT AIN'T FLOW'n...! I must not be doing my job... I blame the wonder boy M-Lo... mrrr... Strikes... Threats... Pipes blown... Corruption... We have had the works... and I am tired... Tired Tired Tired...

Wrote a song about it... Wanna hear it...? here how it go...

There was some oil...

and it is burning....

aheeeeeeeeeeeeheehee

Anyways... I just wanted to let y'all clustaz ov bustaz know... The Schfitz iz back on the block... and ready to getacha boy... All new exciting dialogue and expeditions... Absolutely FREE... All you gatta do iz comment... time for the guilt trip...

We work 12-hour days min over here... after those 12 hours... we work out, shower, clean the building, try to maintain the membrane... I also blog... so we are not over here twiddling our thumbs thinking of what to write next... trying to make a country ova here... time is short and precious... my precious... ROWRRR ROWRR like Dungeon Dragon... so all we ask is that you respect our time and comment back if you read this thing... in shallah

IZ THAT AIIGHT WITCHU...?

we being... M-Lo Da wWwonder Llama... Da Magikillee Distinguished Shazaan-O... Mysteria R-Dl... 2-Ton Fig Newtonian KCisics... and guest starring Sugar Slick Sweets...

Well it is late... i gatta wake up early... so PEAZIE IN CLEEZE...

P.S.

you know you have been deployed too long with the army when you get excited by paper towels AND soap in the bathroom at the SAME TIME!