October 14, 2019

Finnegan's awake!

..leave 'em laughing!


Zucker Unzipped by Project Veritas - Part I

It begins..



October 13, 2019

"Shifty" Schiff revisited!

Greg Gutfeld and Tom Shillue do Shify..too fab!


October 5, 2019

Just F**king Ausgeseichnet!

I am dialed out of the Impeach Trump thing -- until "Shifty" Schiff and Pelousy overplay their hands so-o-o-o-o egregiously that it blows up in their faces. (Which will happen within two-three months!) Meantime, enjoy this little ditty out of Deutschland! And I thought the krauts lost their balls!

September 24, 2019

Butt Hurt

OK, this will be the last last post I do on this hateful little Greta bitch -- the one afflicted with Ass Burger's disease -- until, of course, I do the next one.

Seems, in the wake of her U.N. grump-out tantrum yesterday, POTUS Trump trolled her. Of course, you have seen the speech -- or fragments thereof -- but for the sake of completeness -- I have appended the whole thing. It's three and one-half minutes if petulant righteous indignation and the little brat can really go on and on.


Anyway, Trump tweeted the following which, in case you don't realize it, is a totally tongue-in-cheek troll of the whole milieu.

WELL, OF COURSE, there was the concomitant pearl-clutching meltdown by the left, incensed by Trump's tweets. And, I am sure there were 3,600 RPM eye-rolls by the Trump-hating GOPe to, but that's just wonderfully collateral damage!

Here are some tweets with my thoughts and cat-calls to further incense them:


Well, Willie, pass along your contact information and we'll get a repair truck tight out there and fix you! But, while you wait for it to arrive, you might want to contemplate what is worse: Trump's trolling tweet or the fact that your side is manipulating an angry, petulant 16-year-old with a serious mental problem and, when you drop her when she is of no more use to you, will become an emotional wreck.


Oh, so Greta has built businesses worth billions of dollars, hired thousands of employees, and contributed to the economy of cities and countries? She has taken the failing economy of this country out of it's eight year stagnation, driven unemployment down to around 3.5 percent, black unemployment from 14 percent to the lowest it's been ever int his country, ditto for Hispanic and women's employment? Has she created many trillions of dollars of wealth by driving the stock market to record levels?

She hasn't? Well, Trump has! Get back to me when she does. I'll wait.


Sure, John, you can mention his name. It's Baron. But you cannot attack him ruthlessly nor the rest of his family like a number of people have done -- especially that newly planted asshole, Peter Fonda.


Well double-damn you, Charlie. Why don't you crawl back into your hole and play with your Little Green [Foot]balls.

Anyway, I am given to believe that Rite-Aid™ is having a sale on butt-hurt cream. You all outght to boogie right over and pick up a case -- or two.






Optics! Get your optics right here!

Clearly Uncle Joe ain't got 'em. Courtesy of a post over at The American Mirror recently:

In an awkward interview with WQAD’s Denise Hnytka, the 76-year-old former vice president made zero effort to persuade Iowans he’s the man for the job. Instead, he was oddly combative to softball questions as he refused to explain how his vision will improve the economy and blamed President Trump for ruining farming in the Hawkeye State.

Here is the interview:



And here is a picture of the two during the interview:


So who's running the Biden campaign? The village idiot? How can Biden be trapped into such a humiliating image -- that of a lady reporter towering over him aggressively getting in his face like that?

Either she must be 6'10" or wearing 7" platform stiletto heels or Biden is a midget or some combination of the above. Mere perspective alone cannot explain the height disparity. It was an awkward performance by Biden with obscene optics in the face of a semi-withering reporter.

Imagine what happens if and when he comes face to face with POTUS Trump!

More on "Creepy Longstocking"..

..a thoroughly appropriate sobriquet for that demented little Satanic bitch with her evil glower.

Folks are beginning to pair 'em up! You know, libs wringing their hands and licking their chops over the prospect of the two darling chilluns of the left forming a more perfect union sometime.

It is, of course, a pipe dream and will probably never happen but it's hard not to imagine them wandering into the future, hurling irrational invective at a world who has cheated them of their Gaia-given destiny of an immaculate, gun-free world.


Recently revealed, by the way, was the fact that the Spawn of Satan's parents are Antifa advocates, as it she.


How thoroughly wholesome!

That said, the marriage would be an incredible piece of news. The resulting divorce would be epic! But, actually, I am guessing that it would not reach the divorce stage. I think more along the lines of one of them being involved in a murder trial on the magnitude of the O.J. fiasco.

One of the two would off the other during a heated spat; it would either be Greta with a cleaver to Hogg's dick and balls (if she can find them) or Hogg unloading a full 30-rd mag from his AR-15 into her.

Nine point nine out of ten on the schadenfreude scale!

Say good night, Greta!




September 23, 2019

Genuinely terrifying little girl..


Those who have not seen her, here is the chilling speech she delivered to the U.N. recently. She is arguably a disturbed girl whose behavior borders on the sociopathic. Maybe she gets hooked up with David Hogg so the can score a couple of AR-15s and shoot up some GOPe gathering somewhere.

When her 15 minutes of fame elapse, she will not end well. Mark my words



September 22, 2019

Tedious ranting climate-crisis adolecent..

..for your listening pleasure?


The little Swedish Nazi is at it again.

And youse guys thought David "Camera" Hogg was bad?

courtesy of kdHouse over at Weasel Zippers

This little truant girl and blue-water sailor four million dollar sailing yacht passenger is being foisted off as the Pied Piper and Joan of Arc for the climate change legions. Last Friday, hundreds of thousands of these annoying little, holier-than-thou students, replete with their latest cell phones and other electric accoutrements were chauffeured to demonstrations after having been released from school by their public school indoctinateurs -- all to get in our faces re climate scaring.

Well, firstly, before these privileged little ragamuffins can convince me of anything, they can begin vomiting up decent data that essentially disproves the scam they have been running on us. to wit:

(Thanks to authemis, also over at Weasel Zippers.)

Also, this little piece of climate-fright from Time circa 1974 might be of interest:


Otherwise, I recommend that Greta get on with it and mate up with David Hogg so they can begin the spectacular divorce that these two psychopaths truly deserve..

..and leave me to my coal-fired electrical dotage.

September 21, 2019

..wake up, shut up, and grow up, you little virtue-signalling turds!


September 13, 2019

Deer Japan

Robot?


September 11, 2019

18 years ago..

Some people did something my ass, cunt!

September 8, 2019

The "Green Thing"..


..no, not that! This comment stolen from Rex Racer over at Weasel Zippers.

Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the much older lady that she should bring her own grocery bags, because plastic bags are not good for the environment. The woman apologized to the young girl and explained, "We didn't have this 'green thing' back in my earlier days."

The young clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations."

The older lady said that she was right our generation didn't have the "green thing" in its day.

The older lady went on to explain: Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled.

But we didn't have the "green thing" back in our day.

Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags that we reused for numerous things. Most memorable besides household garbage bags was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our school books. This was to ensure that public property (the books provided for our use by the school) was not defaced by our scribblings. Then we were able to personalize our books on the brown paper bags.

But, too bad we didn't do the "green thing" back then.

We walked up stairs because we didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks. But she was right.

We didn't have the "green thing" in our day.

Back then we washed the baby's diapers because we didn't have the throw away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts. Wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days.
Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.

But that young lady is right; we didn't have the "green thing" back in our day.

Back then we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana.

In the kitchen we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us.

When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.

Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power.

We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.

But she's right; we didn't have the "green thing" back then.

We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blade in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.

But we didn't have the "green thing" back then.

Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service in the family's $45,000 SUV or van, which cost what a whole house did before the "green thing."

We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burger joint.

But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn't have the "green thing" back then?

September 7, 2019

TV Watch Alert!


Next week ought to be a lot of fun. The House Judiciary -- led by Jerry "Subway" Nadler -- is going to crank up an impeachment vote that will be wrong on so many levels, mainly that no high crime or misdemeanor has been identified. Get ready for the shit show of all shit shows.

Courtesy of Rick Moron over at PJ Media:




Bang! Bang! Hollywood's Dead!


As I said..

..to warehouse funny items. Like this one.


..made famous by this Monty Python skit..



Love to stay, but I am off to eat breakfast..

Saturday Morning.

..sorry, cannot restrain myself. Saw this:


..and then found this..




..but I promise to seek kelp!


(Note: no beers were killed during the making of this post!)

For those who wish to sing along..

Her head is growing bald
Her feet are twice her size
She says it's not her fault
She's got Marty Feldman eyes

She'll turn the sprinklers on you
And dry you off with her thighs
She'll confuse the hell out of you
She's got Marty Feldman eyes

And she'll woo you
Then she'll moon you
And forget to pull her pants up
She's obnoxious
And she knows it
And she knows how to blow her nose up
All the boys think she's fried
She's got Marty Feldman eyes

(Do it dirty!)

She's ferocious
Narcoleptic
Ambidextrous
Supercalafragalisticexpialadocious
Bogus
Vegamatic
(she slices and she dices!)

All the boys think she's a guy
She's got Marty Feldman eyes

You're so lame
You probably think this song is about you
You're so lame
You're so lame, yeah

Jimmy Durante's nose
And Jimmy Walker's lips
Liberace's clothes
Shelly Duvall's hips
She's got Willy Nelson legs
And Nancy Reagan's spleen
Dolly Parton's lungs
She's got Leon Spinks' teeth
Bob Seger's pancreas

All the boys think she's some kind of guy
She's got Marty Feldman eyes

Legal shit..
Duration: 2:42
Release Date: 1981
Lyrics By: Bruce Baum & Richard Bright
Music By: Bruce Baum & Richard Bright
Produced By: Jimmie Haskell, Richard Bright, Roger Clark & Bruce Baum
Released By: Horn Records

September 5, 2019

Hot Air? No! Hot Wind!

Part of the reason I keep this blog is for purely personal reasons. I "archive" neat stuff here so I don't have to search all over creation to find it. And this is stuff I think significant so I capture pictures, videos, text, etc. Of course I attribute but I am too tired seeing "gems" get flushed down the glory hole by miscreant internet police.

Today, I am ripping off a post made on Power Line Blog by John Hinderaker on a shocking revelation regarding wind farms and obsolescence. I beg John's forgiveness but what follows is a 100% transcription of his article:


The Environmental Fiasco of Wind Energy
Wind turbines only last for around 20 years, so many of them are now wearing out. That raises serious questions about disposal of defunct wind turbine parts. The turbines’ giant blades are not recyclable, so they must be dumped in landfills. The Sioux Falls Argus Leader reports on one South Dakota landfill that is saying no mas to wind turbine blades:



Why is a Minnesota wind farm trucking its used-up blades to South Dakota for disposal? I don’t know. The reason presumably is either regulatory or economic.


I doubt that many “green” energy advocates have thought seriously about the environmental problems associated with decommissioning wind farms. It isn’t just disposing of the fiberglass blades, as this 15-second video relates:



If a wind farm includes 100 turbines, that means that 500 million pounds of concrete (which off-gases CO2, by the way) have been poured into what previously was likely farm land. When the turbines are defunct after a mere 20 years, what will be done with hundreds of millions of pounds of concrete? To my knowledge, wind farm developers are not required to have any plan to reclaim the land when the useful life of the turbines has expired–which, in many cases, is right around the corner. My guess is that there is no plan whatsoever to deal with this issue.

Wind energy, like solar energy, is an environmental disaster–just one more reason why it should not be subsidized or mandated by government.

August 30, 2019

Evil Saint Greta..exposed!

Posted below was my speculation that the Swedish girl who "sailed" from Plymouth, England to New York City because she wanted to shame those who flew in airplanes actually did the voyage "single-handedly" (alone) and in an eco-friendly fashion. And, while I was prepared to give her a pass (yet condemn the underlying parties who supplied the Zillion-dollar boat, arranged for this propaganda, etc.), I am now prepared to lump her in with those Climatic Nazis because she appears to be a hectoring-harridan-in-the-making; basically a female David Hogg who thinks her childlike ignorance allows her to harp on the climatic conditions without any requisite responsible research.

She will make someone a terrific future ex-wife someday!

Here is Paul Joseph Watson's take on the bitch-in-progress:



Note that it DOES confirm the fact that she did NOT make the voyage alone but was accompanied by adult male crew members. Paul also points out the eco-follies created by this children's crusade, namely she should have sailed to China, India, or Russia, etc. and lectured them first, and they're going to need to fly the current crew back and another crew over to sail the boat back. Also, maybe she should spend time lecturing the U. N. on the fact that goat-fucking Muzzies are investing her homeland and raping and killing little girls like her.

Shit howdy, when I was a kid, I spent several Summers in Marblehead, Massachusetts sailing and I can tell you it is a terrifying thing when you leave sight of land. (So-called 'blue water' sailing.) I almost got a spot on a SoCal to Hawaii TransPac racing sloop but demurred, so had this girl done this on her own, she could lecture me all she wants. But sitting in a racing yacht with 6-7 unshaven, stinking male sailors is not a challenge.

But since you did not do that and were only a passenger on what amounts to a small luxury cruise ship, this applies:

August 29, 2019

Epic Steynian Rant..preserved for posterity

Just when you put one story to bed, another comes along. Classic Steyn new-asshole-ripping rant. Speaks for itself.

What'll we do with the drunken sailor..

Recently, we were treated to the latest in "Global Warming Climate Change Rising Temps and Oceanic Levels" concern trolling: The 16-year-old who was going to eschew BOAC or SAS and sail her mega-zillion dollar yacht to a U.N. climate change conference and scare-fest in New York. Per the story..





Something about this saga and related tales was unclear. It was implied -- in all of the stories I read -- that the young 16-year-old was going to be sailing single-handedly. I may have missed the details but it now appears that she was squired by several adult male crew members. (See the picture and story above.)

So, where exactly is the eco-challenge of a 16-year-old coming to a conference in the company of other experienced sailors?

Another blog points out the hypocrisy of the underlying trip -- whether crewed by a young girl or older experienced men.

Meanwhile, for the UN Summit on climate in New York, a 16-year-old Swedish girl is making news for her refusal to fly commercial to the event because of the carbon emissions. Instead, the teenager will take a two week trip to New York City aboard a solar powered racing yacht. The tricked out yacht is a sustainable method of transportation — so long as the Earth sustains a 1:1 ratio of billionaires funding electric yachts for hitch hikers to people wanting to travel from Europe to the United States. And the boat travel is super convenient so long as your work allots you four weeks of extra PTO to drift aimlessly through the ocean.

The teen’s extreme commitment to climate change would be admirable, if it wasn’t so stupid and vain. If she truly was concerned about finding an eco-friendly way to participate in a conference in 2019, she’d just teleconference in like a normal person. In a world with Skype, Facetime, and WhatsApp, a person who only cared about the environment would opt to push a button on their phone rather than spend two weeks floating in the middle of the ocean surrounded by nothing but saltwater and whale piss.

But while the transport hypocrisy is fun to mock, it is indicative of a bigger problem with these conferences — they come off as a group of rich people, with incredibly high standards of living, telling poor people to lower their already low standard of living for the sake of climate change.

Absolutely correct! If she wanted to protest conditions allegedly responsible for global warming or climate change or whatever you care to call it these days, she could have remained in her "undisclosed location" the U.K. (or from Stockholm for that matter) and written caustic screeds condemning Leonard Di Caprio and the rest of the beautiful people flying their gas-belching private jets to Sicily or New York or Paris to clink glasses of champagne and lecture we mouth-breathing, mirror-fogging proles who grunt and toil for our daily crust.

For we sinning climate-change-deniers, the only way we could wring any more schadenfreude out of this would be if Di Caprio himself ferried the girl back to Stockholm in his private jet.

Hist-o-ree..

(..from the famous last line of the original movie, The Longest Yard, as the heretofore assistant warden throws Eddie Albert's tag line back at him with sarcastic derision.)

Unidentified Individual with H&R M-1

I am often lectured by my youngest son, Sho, that I should be happy and shoot what I got. For some time now, however, I fussed and fretted over the prospect of squiring a perfectly legal AR-15 into the realm of the modern day relatively gun-free liberal paradise called California. Not to relive the misery, but the descent into the panty-wearing safe space now run by governor Gavin Nuisance included classifying the sporting model of the famous Viet Nam era M-16 battle rifle into a "featureless", neutered firearm acceptable to the soy bois of this sate. It involved the removal or change of the following lethal features of the AR-15:

    o Pistol grips
    o Forward pistol grips
    o Thumbhole stocks
    o Telescoping or collapsible stocks
    o Threaded barrels, flash suppressors or silencers
    o Barrel shrouds
    o Grenade or flare launchers

..and just when I was perfecting my grenade launching techniques, along with the art of the collapsing stock butt stroke, too! But California declared all owners of AR-15s with those features and a heretofore legal detachable 10-round magazine de facto felons. So we are offered the opportunity of registering the rifle with the state of California as an assault weapon or neutering it to comply with the newer-than-new SJW, PC safe space rules. And I would be glad to obey had my AR-15 not been swept overboard off the end of the Huntington Beach pier in a tragic boating accident a couple of Summers ago.

Oh, woe is me! Mine had been assembled with the look of the nearly-classic Viet Nam/post-Viet Nam rifles; I intensely dislike the Flash Gordon ray gun look of the modern plastic toys that the bearded, tatt'ed adolescents dragged to the ranges these days. The collapsing stock and other appurtenances made an otherwise handsome battle rifle into some weapon out of a drug-fueled dystopian nightmare. All I wanted was a simple, classic M-16 look.


I could even deal with the 10-round mag limit as long as the A2 stock and simple lines were intact. I thought that surely there was a way to achieve that "graceful" appearance with some ingenuity. But I guess I was wrong. After-market compliance produced nightmares like this..


Yech!

So, I went back to the drawing boards and tried to rethink the whole thing and it was while I was on a visit to a local firearm emporium that I saw an M-14 being offered. I asked the salesperson about that and was told that the M-14 was compliant and could be sold in California -- so long as it had a 10-round mag. So that got me to thinking about what I did have already: two classic M-1 Garands and these were perfectly compliant with the modern "safe-space" rules of this waxing-commie paradise.

One was an H&R I bought from the CMP sight unseen through their mail order sales. It was a classic "mixmaster" (as Garand collectors call them) having an H&R bolt and trigger assembly and a Springfield op rod and other components from other M-1 contractors. Basically, it was a rifle originally made around 1954 or so that had been issued and then, after use for a couple of years, went back in to be rebuilt with whatever came out of the parts bins of the army contractor at the time. But, collectors' criteria aside, it was exactly what I wanted: an authentic battle rifle of the World War II and Korean War era and beyond. It shot well and had some interesting cartouches (stamps) on it.

The other rifle -- a Greek repatriation -- was a Springfield M-1 built around 1954 as well and loaned out to the Greek military before it was eventually returned to the U. S, Army. It had a shot-out barrel and the stock was dog meat. (Ironically, it even had a peace symbol carved into the stock; guessing that the Greek army had a lax sense of discipline and wry sense of humor at the time.)

The Springfield was sent to Dean's Gun Works in Tennessee and re-barrelled and given a new stock. Basically, it's a beaut.

So, who needs a tricked out AR-15 when one has two of these that are perfectly marvelous to shoot and are imbued with history and tradition? You know, like George Patton described them:


Another irony is that, when the CMP was being re-authorized by Congress back in the 60s some time, they had a few on display in the well of the Senate chamber and Ted Kennedy (The Lyin' of the Senate) strode down to make a speech, picked one up and, brandishing it, said that he would vote for the bill because he did not see too many liquor stores being knocked over with M-1s.


With ringing endorsements like that, how can one go wrong?

August 28, 2019

Spare change..



Yo, Adrian!

"Bernie versus the Bag" moves center stage in the nascent political campaign of 2020.



Clearly, he's no Rocky on the speed bag. Maybe he needs some inspiration..



Whatevs. This will go into the pantheon of famous POTUS and campaign gaff shots, however.





..I could go on.

August 27, 2019

"All that glisters is not gold.."

..and the same goes for cocoa. Here is the equivalent of my -- as a child -- biting into baking chocolate. This is just too precious!


"But, officer.."

How will judges NOT refuse arguments from those receiving tickets for parking in these slots with the ambiguous signs?

Scott Adams Speaks About China..

Yo! Listen up, y'all!



August 24, 2019

Stop it! The stupidity hurts..

She's at it again..compounding her idiocy after that asshole flyover tweet..



..only appropriate response..

August 23, 2019

Joltin' Joe Meltdown Test

Just when it was safe to go back in the water again..



..it's getting really, really, bad, yo!

August 22, 2019

Cheesed Off Danish



The Danish PM continued..

“I’d like to say that I am, of course, both disappointed and surprised that the American president has cancelled his state visit,” Frederiksen told press in Copenhagen on Wednesday afternoon. “Like many others, I was looking forward to the visit. We were full speed ahead with preparations.”

"..I guess I will have to learn not to run my mouth when a POTUS wants to visit and offer us significant opportunity to safeguard both our [alleged] territories and muzzy-infested homeland."

"Now, if you will excuse me, I need to go to the little Prime Minister's Room so I can apply a large amount of butt-hurt cream to my huge Danish ass!"

HOMELESS..in Crapifornia

Hoovervilles is what they used to call them. Tent cities, encampments, etc., where folks who have no means of support tend to settle. But why?

It seems to be all the rage all over California; the new fad just like surfing was many decades ago. Folks heading West to become part of the great California Democrat Wet Dream.






Even the KOMO folks from Seattle are in on the act; they say it's much worse here -- and they should know.



We had them down along the Santa Ana River Trail from Anaheim above Angel's stadium down to the ocean near Fountain Valley, Costa Mesa, and Huntington Beach -- until the cities moved them out at least.

When they are evicted, kindly note in the video below the fact that they are offered beds, storage, and facilities but many say they will not avail themselves of this because "some things are not allowed". I guess we are talking drugs mostly. They choose instead to migrate up to the encampment near Anaheim stadium -- which will also be uprooted soon as well.



What flummoxes me -- and I do not wish to be a Scrooge here -- is that they remain in a homeless condition. I had a conversation with a person on the Santa Ana River trail a while ago and he told me life was just great.

"They roll in Porta-Sans™ and once a week we have shower facilities. The nearby churches and other organizations bring over food almost daily and we have a nice river-front location. I am on a monthly dole so my basic expenses are zilch with enough left over to afford the drugs I need.

Well, I guess that answers my next question about them considering the $25 an hour jobs in the North Dakota or Texas oil industry (or peripheral businesses) when you can live the life in California.

August 21, 2019

THE DNC FIX IS IN..yet again..



Probably of little interest because it deals with the "candidates" swimming down near the bottom of the pond, but it appears that the DNC is stirring the pot and fixing the race for their choices yet again. Quelle surprise, as the frogs say.



The bad news take-away from this is that it seems those nauseating bottom-dwellers -- Bet-Toe, "Asparagus" Booker, and some other soon-to-be-has-beens -- are being waved on through to the next round where they can spill their inane rhetoric and illogic into the living rooms of the nation while the one candidate who keeps them honest by posing devastating arguments and asking embarrassing questions is being given the hook.

Not a fan of Tulsi Gabbard but a fan of her ability to keep this DNC shit show real; I would like to see the other idiots have to squirm and stumble and bumble in an effort to square the circle of their preposterous bleatings versus her logic.

August 20, 2019

August 18, 2019

Snyper77 says it's getting heavy..

And I have no reason to doubt him. Referred by a Weasel Zipper compatriot, Snyper77, the cold civil war appears to be heating up.

..and here is an ominous follow up:


While I understand the gist of this, I have not had time to dissect it all properly. It is sufficient that Snyper77 directs me (and you) to disseminate this as widely as possible

Razorfist on Deplatforming

..good things will not follow.




Sunday Paunch..

Ahhhhhhhh! Sunday morning..

..out West, here behind the Velveteen Curtain and one settles into "watching" (i.e., TV on, running in the background) as the Sunday mornings shows drone on, picking apart supposedly black-and-white issues (BDS, AntiFa domestic terrorists, obligatory Epstein intrigue, HK protests) an and assigning them to 50 shades of grey.

*yawn*

One also notes with humor, the lib's attempt to rekindle Camelot with Chapstick™ Man. Good luck with that!

But then one notes that the NFL is starting it's antics again -- pre-season even.




..but one is overtaken with a joyous lassitude as one reaches out for the television remote. One's Fall Sundays will be one's own to share with family and friends.



..f**king A right, bubba! Time for action!