August 31, 2017

Urgent appeal on behalf of Evergreen State University..

Seems this institution has fallen on hard times since yielding to the screaming of the unhinged.

The Evergreen State College is facing a $2.1 million budget shortfall and a five percent plunge in enrollment in the wake of this spring’s continuous stream of high-profile protests led largely by radical black students.

Officials at the taxpayer-funded campus in Olympia, Washington broke the bad news to the school community in an Aug. 28 memo obtained by The College Fix.

Student registration for the fall quarter at Evergreen State has decreased from 3,922 students to 3,713 students. Critically, most of the missing students are nonresidents who would pay substantially higher out-of-state tuition — $24,138 per year versus just $6,678 for Washington residents.

The missing tuition dollars aren’t the only problem for the public school. There’s also an ongoing state budget crisis, an unavoidable cost-of-living increase for employees and an expected increase in operating costs.

The cumulative financial effect for Evergreen State is a $2.1 million budget deficit for the current fiscal year (which began July 1).

“This creates the need for significant budget cuts in the immediate future,” the Aug. 28 memo dryly explains.

School officials have already temporarily laid off 17 maintenance workers.

More pink slips are looming.

Additional layoffs “will become impossible to avoid” “if the capital budget crisis at the state level continues indefinitely,” the memo states.

Continue reading here.

So, these spoiled little assholes and asshole-ettes have driven the university into the turf with their petulant wailing, mewling, gnashing of teeth, and wrending of garments and the sum total of that cluster fuck is that [so far] seventeen hardworking janitors are on the bricks with more to come!

Well, being the noble S.O.B. I am, I say we open our hearts and our purses and send these little bastages something so they can continue their whining. Quick like a bunny, FAX them a cheque this instant!

ADD RNC LOVE: Be sure to show the same kind of love to the RNC mailers when you get them as well!

August 29, 2017

Woodsternman Pilferage Material..

Having a tot of Old Rebel Yell and collected these off of Weasel Zippers and TGP for Odie. Help yourself!

In the mean time, have a Coca Cola! Hell, have two!

Cooling her Heels

Here's what this old horn dawg thinks..that is, here are a few of my "truths":

(1) High heels on almost any woman are attractive!

(2) High heels on a beautiful woman are astoundingly attractive!

(3) Any woman who care enough to go through the pain and discomfort to wear high heels in public -- and care enough about herself to look fashionable -- deserves my sincere appreciation.

(4) Melania Trump is the most beautiful First Lady this country ever and that includes the ditzy, drugged out, grasping Jackie Kennedy Onassis!

(5) #1 and #2 are automatically suspended for any shrieking liberal woman who either screams about how high heels are sexist and/or screams about anything else in pursuit of their liberal beliefs.

Anyway, it seems that the Militant Media has come down with a fit of the vapors because our First Lady chose to travel to Houston with the President and, after hitting the ground wearing a baseball cap and sneakers, dressed up a little bit by donning those lovely skyscraper heels she always wears. And, predicably, the press and the Trump's critics went ape-shit. Cue the butt-hurt:

Of course, the Pro-Trump blogs all came to Melania's support, their principal rebuttal being the natural comparison of Melania to the former First Wookie which conjured up some new images of the gracelessness of that stevedore-armed creature. Here in no special order is the latest harvest.

Of course, the Wookie isn't the only heavy hitter on the other team. Some women got it and other women got too much of it.

In the picture above, if Loretta Lynch ever wore high heels like Melania's, they'd have to lay out those steel road plates that highway departments use or else she'd punch through the ground to the earth's core.

And, admittedly, there was some funny stuff that came out of this incident re how Melania might have been a little better prepared.

But I think she did damn well..and kept herself high and dry!

USAF Vet Blows Fire up Paul Ryan's Skirt

Here's a little love note from a USAF veteran in Mississippi. Short of going to Washington, D.C. and kicking this little asshole in his squirrel nuts, she did not pull any pinches:

I'd say that we should ALL start letting those do-nothing butt wipes in D.C. how we feel.

As a side note, that little prick from Cheeseland is in the position he's in because LESS THAN 400,000 dickheads voted for him and the RNC and other comfy, cozy GOPe outfits bankrolls this guy against any and all comers. If EACH of the 64 million who voted for Trump contributed ONE DOLLAR, we could build a war chest to bankroll candidates to primary all of the RINO dickheads we please and get the government we want.

..not one we'd have to settle for!

August 27, 2017

Disqus Comments Added

When I bolted from Hot Air after Captain Ed stuffed their original system (used since 2003) for the diabolical FaceBook commenting system, I encountered Disqus and -- while it lacked some features -- it more than made up for it by allowing one to edit their comments to clean up the crapola and grammatical mistakes often made in the heat of the moment.

I am really not interested in any higher traffic and I am sure I will get slammed by spam, but with retirement coming up, I will learn to moderate and weed out, one can be sure!

So, if you see a post and wish to comment, just click opn the post title and the post with comments at the bottom will be displayed.

Knock yourself out!

August 26, 2017


Aside from the fact that this retard now dwells in his own basement, is reduced to the role of rank amateur producer of pathetically lame You Tube videos, and clearly did not complete any finishing school where they taught manners, I would love to hear exactly how Secretary DeVos accomplishes the requisite sexual act on her 85-year-old mother to achieve the appellation Olbermann ascribes to her.

..or maybe it's OK to prowl around and prey on other peoples' mothers? Who knows? Maybe the she'll come over to your place, Keith, and see if your mother would be a willing recipient of*pon affections? If your mother declines, then perhaps she could head on down to the basement and take you by force.

Oh Dear God, please let the cameras be rolling. I'd pay money to see Olbemann deflowered on You Tube!


I post this shit in response to some stories Jim Hoft runs over on TGP and they get no up-votes while other more pedestrian remarks I make get the crap upvoted out of them. So, I finally get it. People have a limited vocabulary.

Woodsterman Stopped By Today..

Every once in a while, you cross paths with buddies from the past and, while the friends of this thankfully remote corner of the internet has had some, they are few but astonishingly faithful. At first when I started out in 2009 because we were saddled with that abortive Lawn Jockey POTUS, I fired this spot up in the hopes that there would be massive traffic and comments and it would become one of the watering holes for the old "New Right" standing up in defiance of the slime in D.C. that rule our pathetic lives.

At first there was hearty band of regulars -- who even met once in a while (all too infrequently) -- but as the Obama years dragged on, it dwindled down to three or four. LL is a rather good author and former member of an acronymed, clandestine organization who did mysterious things for our government off budget and in the dark. Under pain of death or broken kneecaps that's all I can say except that I am very grateful for his visits.

Fredd is an Oregon Dux fan and OU grad who comes by from time to time and we exchange banter about The Dux versus Da Brunze (I am a graduate of UCLA) and it's kind of fun. Although, to tell the truth, it's a school that muddles on athletically despite having a prime location (Los Angeles), a huge budget, superior facilities and stadium (they play their games in the rose Bowl, fer chrissakes) because their AD hires and keeps truly mediocre coaches. Thus the legend of the "gutty little Bruin", alive in my days of attendance, has transmogrified into B-class recruits who are under-coached and therefore underachieve. Case in point, this fall will be "Mora-the-same" with a 6-and-something season and an appearance in something like the The Inland Kenworth Tidy Bowl against some other 6-and-someting underachiever and it will be a snoozefest that UCLA will lose.

But I prattle.

Also in this minute assemblage is the redoubtable Woodsterman who stopped by today to "borrow" some my work. I bade him to help himself and was flattered. I mean, it was like Rembrandt asking me to provide some insight into how I achieved the lushly dark room interior effects in my paintings or Van Gogh borrowing a line from Shakespeare and asking me to "lend him an ear". (It's a joke..)

I wandered over to Woodsterman's blog (had not been there in a while) and rekindled my amazement of how truly and robustly funny it was. It is a raucous, undisciplined collection of images, bromides, memes, ribald humor, rife with innuendo and double entendre, downright risque humor with tantalizing, half-nekkid females. You get the drill. I shall be visiting more frequently once again now that retirement is hard upon the morrow.

I recommend you do the same. It's here!

I will leave you with a tame sample of his collection:

Tonight I thought my husband was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a bar to have a drink. I was shopping with my friends all day long so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment on it.

Conversation wasn't flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed, but he didn't say much. I asked him what was wrong; he said, 'Nothing.' I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said he wasn't upset, that it had nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it.

On the way home, I told him that I loved him. He smiled slightly, and kept driving. I can't explain his behavior. I don't know why he didn't say, 'I love you, too.' When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there quietly, and watched TV. He continued to seem distant and absent.

Finally, with silence all around us, I decided to go to bed. About 15 minutes later, he came to bed. To my surprise, he responded to my caress, and we made love. But I still felt that he was distracted, and his thoughts were somewhere else.

He fell asleep - I cried. I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.


The Harley wouldn't start today. Can't figure it out. At least I got laid.

Good night all!

Watch Out! Signs of Panic Ahead!

Thought I'd post them here in case you need them for a comment or something..

Do not have a fit of the vapors!

No hand wringing!

No pearl clutching!

..and the last one is self-explanatory:

Thomas Paine: The American Crisis

O.K., I am officially sick of the hand wringers and bed wetters who are now having a fit of the vapors, swooning, wrending their garments, gnashing their teeth, and otherwise mewling over the recent resignation of Dr Sesbastian Gorka and the less recent resignation of Steve Bannon. I mean, over on The Gateway Pundit, folks are acting like they have glimpsed the Sweet Meteor of Death and have gone so far as to declare themselves over and done with Trump.

Really? I mean, really?

Here we are, not yet ten months into trump's first term and you're giving up that easily? Kinda reminds me of this guy:

Funny that they did not seem to be so despondent on November 8th when 62 million of us kicked Hillary and her asshole cabal to the curb. And they were exultant when Trump was inaugurated on January 20th, proclaiming that -- with a snap of The Donald's fingers -- the swamp would be drained. So here it is entering the last week of August and the vermin, snakes, insects, and pond scum that comprise the swamp have risen up and are fighting desperately to hang onto the turf that was theirs for the last -- what? -- eight, sixteen, or fifty years depending on how you call it.

It might do well for them (and ALL of us) to read the words Thomas Paine penned just a little over 240 years ago and this country was being borne. Here it is in its entirety. Feel free to clip and save, assholes:
The Crisis
by Thomas Paine
December 23, 1776

THESE are the times that try men's souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value. Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods; and it would be strange indeed if so celestial an article as FREEDOM should not be highly rated. Britain, with an army to enforce her tyranny, has declared that she has a right (not only to TAX) but "to BIND us in ALL CASES WHATSOEVER" and if being bound in that manner, is not slavery, then is there not such a thing as slavery upon earth. Even the expression is impious; for so unlimited a power can belong only to God.

Whether the independence of the continent was declared too soon, or delayed too long, I will not now enter into as an argument; my own simple opinion is, that had it been eight months earlier, it would have been much better. We did not make a proper use of last winter, neither could we, while we were in a dependent state. However, the fault, if it were one, was all our own [NOTE]; we have none to blame but ourselves. But no great deal is lost yet. All that Howe has been doing for this month past, is rather a ravage than a conquest, which the spirit of the Jerseys, a year ago, would have quickly repulsed, and which time and a little resolution will soon recover.
'Tis surprising to see how rapidly a panic will sometimes run through a country. All nations and ages have been subject to them. Britain has trembled like an ague at the report of a French fleet of flat-bottomed boats; and in the fourteenth [fifteenth] century the whole English army, after ravaging the kingdom of France, was driven back like men petrified with fear; and this brave exploit was performed by a few broken forces collected and headed by a woman, Joan of Arc. Would that heaven might inspire some Jersey maid to spirit up her countrymen, and save her fair fellow sufferers from ravage and ravishment! Yet panics, in some cases, have their uses; they produce as much good as hurt. Their duration is always short; the mind soon grows through them, and acquires a firmer habit than before. But their peculiar advantage is, that they are the touchstones of sincerity and hypocrisy, and bring things and men to light, which might otherwise have lain forever undiscovered. In fact, they have the same effect on secret traitors, which an imaginary apparition would have upon a private murderer. They sift out the hidden thoughts of man, and hold them up in public to the world. Many a disguised Tory has lately shown his head, that shall penitentially solemnize with curses the day on which Howe arrived upon the Delaware.
I shall not now attempt to give all the particulars of our retreat to the Delaware; suffice it for the present to say, that both officers and men, though greatly harassed and fatigued, frequently without rest, covering, or provision, the inevitable consequences of a long retreat, bore it with a manly and martial spirit. All their wishes centred in one, which was, that the country would turn out and help them to drive the enemy back. Voltaire has remarked that King William never appeared to full advantage but in difficulties and in action; the same remark may be made on General Washington, for the character fits him. There is a natural firmness in some minds which cannot be unlocked by trifles, but which, when unlocked, discovers a cabinet of fortitude; and I reckon it among those kind of public blessings, which we do not immediately see, that God hath blessed him with uninterrupted health, and given him a mind that can even flourish upon care.
I thank God, that I fear not. I see no real cause for fear. I know our situation well, and can see the way out of it. While our army was collected, Howe dared not risk a battle; and it is no credit to him that he decamped from the White Plains, and waited a mean opportunity to ravage the defenceless Jerseys; but it is great credit to us, that, with a handful of men, we sustained an orderly retreat for near an hundred miles, brought off our ammunition, all our field pieces, the greatest part of our stores, and had four rivers to pass. None can say that our retreat was precipitate, for we were near three weeks in performing it, that the country might have time to come in. Twice we marched back to meet the enemy, and remained out till dark. The sign of fear was not seen in our camp, and had not some of the cowardly and disaffected inhabitants spread false alarms through the country, the Jerseys had never been ravaged. Once more we are again collected and collecting; our new army at both ends of the continent is recruiting fast, and we shall be able to open the next campaign with sixty thousand men, well armed and clothed. This is our situation, and who will may know it. By perseverance and fortitude we have the prospect of a glorious issue; by cowardice and submission, the sad choice of a variety of evils - a ravaged country - a depopulated city - habitations without safety, and slavery without hope - our homes turned into barracks and bawdy-houses for Hessians, and a future race to provide for, whose fathers we shall doubt of. Look on this picture and weep over it! and if there yet remains one thoughtless wretch who believes it not, let him suffer it unlamented.

December 23, 1776
You should read this essay in its entirety. Paine not only laments the "Summer Soldier and Sunshine Patriot" but he goes on to describe Revolutionary affairs to date -- fully a year and a half after the first shots were fired at Lexington and Concord and the Battle of Bunker Hill two months after -- including the first battlefield defeats and the low points that the Continental Army was experiencing. And they had not even had to endure the travails of Valley Forge nor had they even reached the acknowledged turning point of the war -- the battle of Saratoga -- which was to come just a little under a year later. The ultimate victory would not come for four years after Saratoga. And yet the small army and only one-third of the colonists favored the struggle against one of the mightiest military and naval powers in the world.

Today, we have arguably half of the people in this nation who were brave enough to defy the swamp creatures back in November and wanted to start a revolution against the political swamp that is D.C. politics. Yet, now, some wilt now just because a couple of Trump's staff decide to take their war against the swamp creatures public and without the fetters and strict Rules Of Engagement that accrues to being part of the administration?

Disgusting and gutless!

I could go on, but you get the point. I will leave it at this: if the bed wetters and hand wringers been around back during the Revolution, we all would be wishing long life and prosperity to our good Queen Elizabeth!

Again with the McStain tweets..

Trump pardons Sheriff Arpiao and McStain joins crawls out into the sunlight and joins fellow Arizona senator Jeff [the] Flake in tweeting his disapproval. You look it up; I'm too busy posting this. But the outfall produced some neat graphics. This one comes to mind.

My reaction over on TGP? well, here ya go!

Also, found this for your use:

August 25, 2017

Simple Math

The trend continues; another Weasel Zipperesque post:

Note: My friend at work "The Good James" says the teacher got it wrong. Oh sure, trump will get two terms but the little asshole retards daughter of a liberal Millennial will only make to fourth grade!

August 23, 2017

The world upside down..

Just headin' off to the bunkhouse, li'l wranglers but had to get this in front of you:

August 22, 2017

Again with the quick hitters..

Still fighting off the attacking paramecia but managed to watch Trump's rally in Phoenix tonight. Ramirez said it all:, that ol hoss (Ramirez) gits 'er done. Pretty good ol' boy for a UCI Anteater.


August 21, 2017

Downer of the Day..

..sorry for these quick hitters. I am busy getting ready for retirement and am dealing with an asshole paramecium (inside joke) but this is too good not to share:

August 20, 2017

Day Brightener III..

..on the eve of the Day Darkener?

August 16, 2017

Day Brightener II

South of the border, down Mexico way..

August 13, 2017

Day Brightener!

Needs no explanation; feel free to roll around on the floor and laugh yourself silly!

August 12, 2017

Comment of the day..

I'll leave the commentary on all the other shit that went down today -- the doings in Charlottesville, Virginia -- to the heavy hitters. But I stumbled across this one comment, which is absolutely precious.

.and what makes it a scream is the entirety of the remark in situ:

Now that's a gas!