Top searches for the blog today were : seabiscuit, zorro, fabian cancellara, snot, chicken eating baby.
Speaking of chickens, I’m going to build a chicken coup for our backyard and supply said coup with baby chickens that I will one day enjoy eating. Amazing that somebody in the past knew that the future me was going to write that last sentence and use those key words “chicken” “eating” and “baby.” Strange. There could be a number of different reasons why that person typed those words in that order into a search engine, crossed their fingers, and hit “I’m feeling lucky.” I’ve never been brave enough to hit that button. But this person(s) did, and for some reason ended up here. I personally would have suggested You Tube for that kind of search, but maybe they were a bit more distinguished than I, preferring to read about a baby being devoured by a ravenous chicken instead of seeing it. Because with reading, you get to make up the scenes in your head, as opposed to TV or you tube, where you’re stuck with reality or whatever someone thought reality should look like. Yes, the mystery person must be one of those highbrows who listen to NPR and read the newspaper, creating beautiful mind images of babies being torn tiny limb from tiny limb as a pack of screeching, clucking chickens kick and stab with their beaks at their squirming meal, all trying to get a piece of the action as this bloody tornado of furry, flying feathers, and infant intestine, blows through someone’s backyard.
I’ve decided to quit writing in this blog because it is inappropriate–not me, the content. I have plenty of normal, nice thoughts, but when I start writing on this site, they turn sour. And it looks very un-pro. So with that said, this may be my last entry. This was my idea and was not suggested by anyone else. I’ll start another blog, but I warn you: it will be much dryer and more boring. I’ve had to hold back on this blog as it is, so writing even dryer will be tough. But it has to be done. The next blog will be about racing and training only. There will be no crap talking or anything negative, because that only gets me in trouble (even though I’m just about always being sarcastic but not everyone gets that and feelings get hurt and/or I look like a jerk). All the good stuff will have to wait until my book comes out–which will have to wait until I write one. Here are a few names for the new blog that I’m thinking about:
Kennett Peterson’s Blog
A blog about Kennett Peterson
Kennett Peterson
Kennett
Kennett Peterson’s Racing Blog
Kennett Peterson’s Racist Blog
Kennett Peterson’s Racing and Training Blog
They are all pretty neutral. Not sure which one I like best, though.
Other news: the core logging is going well. I’d say I’m about 1/4th of the way done. Maybe more like one third actually. I should be done before December.
My biggest news is that I’ll be riding for Hagen’s Berman next year, one of the best elite amateur teams in the country. I’m very happy to be on it and we’ll be doing quite a bit of national racing. A Boo yeah is in order: BOO YEAH!
I saw the dentist last week and they told me to start flossing, like they always do every time I see them. I can’t remember if I wrote about this in the last post, but I will again because I already started. Anyways, they told me to start flossing, but it’s already been a week and I haven’t started yet. I told myself I was going to wait a few days to let my gums recover from all the bleeding they did when I got my teeth cleaned, because it was definitely a hard workout for them and they needed a rest afterwards. I took a sugary recovery drink to heel ’em up quick, but rest is the best. But like I said, it’s been a week and I’m not sure I have the motivation to start anymore. They gave me a thing of floss at the dentist’s office, but each time I go to grab for it in the bathroom drawer it’s not there. I left it in my room. It’s not lost or anything, but when I’m in the bathroom making an effort to floss by looking in the drawer for the floss thing, that’s already a good effort. I don’t want to have to walk all the way to my room and grab it, that’s asking too much. And I keep forgetting to put it in the bathroom when I walk by it. I guess I’m being a little lazy, but flossing is kind of a lot for my teeth and gums to be asking of my anyways. Back in the day, cavepeople didn’t brush their teeth or floss and they were fine. I brush my teeth twice a day and take a sugar recovery drink for my gums afterwards every time too. In my opinion, that should be enough. If my gums bleed at the dentist, then that’s their own problem and they should deal with it by either toughening up or learning to live with a little blood like the rest of us:
“Over one million Iraqis have met violent deaths as a result of the 2003 invasion, according to a study conducted by the prestigious British polling group, Opinion Research Business (ORB). These numbers suggest that the invasion and occupation of Iraq rivals the mass killings of the last century -the human toll exceeds the 800,000 to 900,000 believed killed in the Rwandan genocide in 1994, and is approaching the number (1.7 million) who died in Cambodia’s infamous “Killing Fields” during the Khmer Rouge era of the 1970s.”
“Even with the lower confirmed figures, by the end of 2006, an average of 5,000 Iraqis had been killed every month by US forces since the beginning of the occupation. However, the rate of fatalities in 2006 was twice as high as the overall average, meaning that the American average in 2006 was well over 10,000 per month, or over 300 Iraqis every day. With the surge that began in 2007, the current figure is likely even higher.”
“for the first four years of the occupation the American military sent over 1,000 patrols each day into hostile neighborhoods, looking to capture or kill “insurgents” and “terrorists.” (Since February 2007, the number has increased to nearly 5,000 patrols a day, if we include the Iraqi troops participating in the American surge.) Each patrol invades an average of thirty Iraqi homes a day, with the mission to interrogate, arrest, or kill suspects. In this context, any fighting age man is not just a suspect, but a potentially lethal adversary. Our soldiers are told not to take any chances.”
“these patrols currently result in just under 3,000 firefights every month, or just under an average of one hundred per day (not counting the additional twenty-five or so involving our Iraqi allies). Thousands of patrols result in thousands of innocent Iraqi deaths and unconscionably brutal detentions.”
“Iraqis’ attempts to escape the violence have resulted in a refugee crisis of mammoth proportion. According to the United Nations Refugee Agency and the International Organization for Migration, in 2007 almost 5 million Iraqis had been displaced by violence in their country, the vast majority of which had fled since 2003”
“Iraq’s refugees, increasing by an average of almost 100,000 every month, have no legal work options in most host states and provinces and are increasingly desperate.”
“Maki al-Nazzal and Dahr Jamail quote an Iraqi engineer now working at a restaurant in Damascus, ‘Return to Iraq? There is no Iraq to return to, my friend. Iraq only exists in our dreams and memories.’ ”
“Another refugee from Baghdad said, “I took my family back home in January. The first night we arrived, Americans raided our house and kept us all in one room while their snipers used our rooftop to shoot at people. I decided to come back here [Damascus] the next morning after a horrifying night that we will never forget.’ ”
Read the whole thing here.
JFK video worth watching. I promise it’s not Rick Astley.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K7y2xPucnAo&feature=channel
Oh, I just checked and there were three people that searched for “chicken eating baby.”
KENNETT PETERSON 
Back in cavemen days first of all they didn’t eat junk food and sweets that get stuck in teeth. They chewed on bones and raw foods which would keep their teeth in better condition and they cleaned their teeth with twigs. At 80 years of age I am almost one of them so I know these things. I still have all my teeth even if every one is filled, but my teeth never bleed when cleaned and I do go very 6 months and floss whenever I remember to. love Granma
OK Grandma, if you can do it I guess I can too. But growing up with twigs as floss must make regular floss seem like a luxury. See you next weekend for you birthday party. Oh, and now I know what to get you. Just so happens that I have some sitting in my room, unused of course.
I have to say, even though I’ve only read a handful of your posts, I think you’re a pretty natural writer, so you should keep up this kind of writing in some form or another. It’s good for people.