January 28, 2018

Outside the Gateway once more..

Well, once more, I have become an Exile on Main Street by being manned over at The Gateway Pundit.


Frankly, this is getting a little annoying! Just a week ago, I got a PM from Jim Hoft saying I was reinstated and was "good to go!" (his words) and then, seemingly after two posts this past Saturday, I am on double secret probation again.


I can only lay this to the fact that Jim's moderators (morning shift) are either experiencing their periods And need a healthy dose of Midol™ or they got up on the wrong side of the bed. Or, maybe they just got up! At any rate, I fired off this letter telling him about how I felt and that he need not worry about my darkening his doorway ..er..Gateway again!

Too many blogs, too little time to worry about screechy mods.
Jim,

With the greatest of respect, I cannot figure out your moderators' standards. Once having been reinstated, I am now banned [yet] again and, frankly, weary of the fluctuating metrics. Below are two removed posts that preceded my banning. Perhaps the topmost was because of the word "shit" in the comment? I can only speculate. But I am all at sea on the bottom one -- unless someone out there in St Louis actually thought that Councilman Salcido lived on Dork Street and I was DOXing him?

Hello?

Dork? Salcido? Salcido is a Dork and he therefore probably lives on Dork Street?

(Salcido does NOT live on Dork Street, by the way.)

My original banning was over a comment about Melania Trump (a woman whom I have the highest regard for; a woman of poise, grace, and intellect who speaks five languages and, more importantly, knows when to keep her mouth shut, unlike her fucking stevedore-armed predecessor) wherein I offered to fly to whatever city she was visiting if only to get a polite smooch from her. Obvious self-deprecating satire.

Anyway, I am done with visiting TGP as there are too many intangible rules to figure out in order to avoid double-secret probation. Other good blogs cater to those of us who are reasonable conservative yet are angry and defiant about the encroachments made on society and our lives by incessant onslaughts of the left. Some do not tightly hold the reigns on one's language, some do. My "hometown" blog, Sparta Reports, says it best:

"If it will get you thrown out of most bars, it will get you thrown out of here."

Out here in Southern California I can go into most bars (and we're not talking about Hell's Angels establishments in 'Berdoo) and say "shit" and mention that Salcido is so fucked up in his disrespect of the USMC that he probably lives on Dork Street -- which happens to be a street in Pico Rivera, California. I will not be asked to leave.

But, before I go, some modicum of praise is in order: thank you for the great work you did during Donald Trump's election campaign. Your analysis was a tour de force and you were one of the first to point out how desultory and anemic Clinton's campaign really was. If there is one answer to her book's question "What Happened?" then I would point her to your spreadsheets on comparative rally sizes, et seq.

Good bye. It's been real yet byzantine.

The War Planner
Orange County, California
(Just down the road from Pico Rivera)



..anyway, there's always Scooter over at Big hairy News!


January 25, 2018

Payback's a Bitch

#metoo!


January 24, 2018

Big Hairy News

Scooter is on the rampage again over at Big Hairy News. Check him out here..


..and here..


Look for him over here with my other faves:

January 23, 2018

This state be going to hell..

But a lot of us can get by..

January 18, 2018

Maybe I could get to like rap, yo!.



Stuck Mojo - Open Season Lyrics
Artist: Stuck Mojo
Album: Southern Born Killers
Genre: Hip Hop/Rap

I speak peace when peace is spoken
But I speak war when your hate is provoking
The season is open 24-7-365
Man up yo time to ride
No need to hide behind slogans of deceit
Claiming that you're a religion of peace
We just don't believe you
We can clearly see through
The madness that you're feeding your people
Jihad the cry of your unholy war
Using the willing, the weak and poor
From birth drowning in propaganda, rhetoric and slander
All we can say is damn ya

My forefathers fought and died for this here
I'm stronger than your war of fear
Are we clear?
If you step in my hood
It's understood
It's open season


I don't need a faith that's blind
Where death and hate bring me peace of mind
With views that are stuck deep in the seventh century
So much sand in your eyes to blind to see
The venom that you leaders preach
Is the path to your own destruction
Your own demise
You might say that I don't understand but your disgust for me is what I realize


Surprise!
Your homicidal ways has got the whole world watching
Whole world scoping
So if you bring it to my home base
Best believe it
The season's open
I see you
Hell yeah I see you
Motherfucker now
I don't wanna be you
If you come to my place
I'll drop more than just some bass
Yo you'll get a taste of a
Sick motherfucker from the Dirty
I ain't worrying not a fucking bit

I'm telescoping like Hubble
Yo you in trouble
Yo on the double
I'm wild with mine
Bring that style with mine
Fuck with my family I'll end your life


Just the way it is
Just the way it be
Do you understand?
No matter if you're woman or man, or child
My profile is crazy
That shit you do doesn't amaze me
I'm ready to blaze thee
I don't give a damn what god you claim
I've seen the innocent that you've slain
On my streets you're just fair game
Like a pig walk to your slaughter
The heat here is so much hotter
And my views won't teeter totter or fluctuate
Step to me you just met your fate
And I'll annihilate
With the skill of a Shogun assassin
Slicing and dicing precise with a passion
In any shape form or fashion
Bring it to my home
Welcome to the danger zone
Cause your attitude's the reason
The triggers keep squeezing
The hunt is on and it's open season
It's Open Season

..I think I could get to like rap. Jus' sayin' yo.

January 10, 2018

Up 'til now..

..it still continues.


And a sample of some actual off-the-wall CNN headlines:

January 9, 2018

Impeach 45! Go ahead..

..I f**king dare you!





January 8, 2018

No books in the Obama Prez Lib..

Well, not really, but close..

..jerkwad is continuing to formulate plans for his library and it is continuing the trend towards being a monument to a person who was and continues to be vapid, uninspiring, tedious and boring but terminally self-centered. Here's the deal:






War on junk food? Forcing school kids to ingest the hog slop she thought was nourishing while she and her hatchet-assed metrosexual sucked down lobster tails and boogied til dawn with all the hip-hop scum who came around for free grunts and juice. The whole thing rankles. Here's something more apropros:


And saner people have weighed in on this..

January 7, 2018

Duck on short final..

..cute:

"..Duluth Tower..this is Mallard Air Three Niner Two on short final..Duluth.."

Bravo! Author! Author!

Yahoo, fellow babies! Just a gentle reminder that, in addition to NOT watching the NFL playoffs and Super Bore, you will do well to miss out on the Golden Globes. That's the awards show on this evening, NOT these:


..or these..


..anyway, there's one guy who will make sure all the stuffed shirts and perves and rapists who DO go to the ceremony are not at all that comfortable:

January 5, 2018

Raining on Parades: Handling these insufferable 'Lifestyle' videos onYouTube

Well, I see where YouTube has gone all predatory and inflicted what they think is interesting on us. But before I continue this rant, I would like to make one thing perfectly clear: I am a codger, an old guy, and mean and surly when things aren't to my liking. I grumble, grouse, bitch, complain, and get really, really cranky. So don't wander into my world with your millennial, sucrose-infected "having my baby" bullshit. I won't tolerate it!

Runter von meinem Rasen, Schei├čkopf!

Verstehen sie?

Anyway, back to the bitch. So there's these insufferable millennials who post mewlings about their pathetic life on YouTube that show up in the Life Style category. These are supremely annoying because they override what I would prefer to watch. You know. Stuff about shooting or reloading or amateur radio or how the lying media is trying desperately to stay afloat after fusillades from the POTUS.

Important shit.

Not giggly little menstrual scrunts shouting about a new tampon or eye liner they've found or post college grads complaining because they actually have to work to earn their daily crust. Shit that I could could not give a..well..shit less about.

So to ameliorate my dislike for these -- since YouTube offers no other venue to vent -- I concoct what I call "I could give a fuck less" comments wherein I try to rain as much bleak and dark sentiment on the progenitors of these videos as I possibly can. I am sure a lot of folks will not see my comments but the vicarious thrill makes my own insignificant existence infinitely more bearable. Below are a couple of examples. I will not re-post these insufferably saccharine efforts on my blog. If you want,you can look them up.



Here is one that was especially delicious! I thoroughly enjoyed dripping venom on this!



And, yes, I am a real asshole!

..but I am a happy asshole!

Old Ironsides..

Probably got her name from MORE than cannonballs bouncing off her. This from my boss, Commander of Group 7 in the California Wing of the USAF Auxiliary..


The U.S.S. Constitution (Old Ironsides), as a combat vessel, carried 48,600 gallons of fresh water for her crew of 475 officers and men. This was sufficient to last six months of sustained operations at sea. She carried no evaporators (I.e. Fresh water distillers).

However, let it be noted that according to her ship's log, "On July 27, 1798, the U.S.S.Constitution sailed from Boston with a full complement of 475 officers and men, 48,600 gallons of fresh water, 7,400 cannon shot, 11,600 pounds of black powder and 79,400 gallons of rum."

Her mission: "To destroy and harass English shipping."

Making Jamaica on 6 October, she took on 826 pounds of flour and 68,300 gallons of rum.
Then she headed for the Azores , arriving there 12 November. She provisioned with 550 pounds of beef and 64,300 gallons of Portuguese wine.

On 18 November, she set sail for England .. In the ensuing days she defeated five British men-of-war and captured and scuttled 12 English merchant ships, salvaging only the rum aboard each.

By 26 January, her powder and shot were exhausted. Nevertheless, although unarmed she made a night raid up the Firth of Clyde in Scotland . Her landing party captured a whisky distillery and transferred 40,000 gallons of single malt Scotch aboard by dawn. Then she headed home.

The U.S.S. Constitution arrived in Boston on 20 February 1799, with no cannon shot, no food, no powder, no rum, no wine, no whisky, and 38,600 gallons of water.
..sounds like one of those Princess Cruises -- only no shuffelboard and more fun.