ODST-Lt-Kennedy

I adhere to the Resol'nare. The core of what it means to be Mandalorian. A sacred law giving us direction and purpose. Education and armor, self-defense, our tribe, our language, our leader—all help us survive. We must educate our children as Mandalorians, obey the commands of Mandalore, speak Mando'a and defend our clans. Ba'jur bal beskar'gam, Ara'nov, aliit, Mando'a bal Mand'alor—An vencuyan mhi.

Christians make me laugh, and I mean laugh hard. They preach love and tolerance for all of "God's Children" yet when they see a homosexual they bash him/her and tell him/her that their "way of life" is a sin. Here's a little news flash for all of you bumbling monotheist idiots, "SCIENCE!" yes science has proven that homosexuality is how you are wired from birth, yes that's right you bible thumping zealots Homosexuality is not "A sin brought upon the earth by the devil" it is how the synapses fire in your brain that make you work, i.e. how your brain is wired, for what is the brain but a small complex organic computer. So before you start spou

Fingerprints Are Broken Tuesday August 3rd, 2010 6:30 AM, Shasta County, Umbrella Safe Zone, Lake Shasta, CA First light has hit, our gear is packed and we're on our way. Grim and Jeff gave the okay to stop by Zimmerman's grave site before parting from the USZ. As I stood atop the hill as the sun rose all I could see were the gates. They looked more like the walls of a prison than the walls offering safety, maybe we were the lucky ones getting to step out of these hallowed gates. I said my respects, my farewells, and parted from the grave with my head held high but my heart sunk deep. Zimmerman became a close friend during our time spent in