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  • Lets play a game…

    I’ve been stationed in a few places while in the service, and my favorite  station was in Colorado.  Most likely because I left there a few months after they passed that ridiculous magazine law.

    This is my review of Wild Tonic Mango Ginger Kombucha

    What?  I’ll get to it.

    What piqued my interest in this was the multiple County Sheriffs in Colorado that openly denounced the new “Red Flag” Law law that went into effect recently.  While I was living there, the then local sheriff, Terry Maketa of El Paso County, declared the magazine law unenforceable and refused to even try.  As for the new law, per the Colorado Springs Gazette:

    The Democrat-sponsored law allows family, household members or law enforcement to petition a court for an “extreme risk protection order” (ERPO) to have guns seized from an owner if they believe he or she poses a threat to themselves or others.

    The gun owner will be given legal counsel and a hearing within 14 days to determine if a longer-term order should be put in place for up to 364 days. The court can order a mental health evaluation, as well as mental health treatment.

    The bill places the burden of proof on the gun owner to prove that he or she no longer poses a risk in order to get the firearms back.

    The law allows courts to start accepting requests for ERPOs on Jan. 1. In the meantime, the state Police Office Standards Board, which is under Weiser’s office, along with chiefs of police, are working on policies for law enforcement in how to implement the law.

    Let it be known that due process and presumption of innocence no longer exists.

    So we’re going to play a game called, “Gun or Cellphone?”  I scour the internet for creep-shots of people that might have a cellphone…or a handgun, but which one can it be?  I leave it to you to decide…

    Why would it matter?  Unlike the Colorado legislature all of us here are aware that no law is just going to magically make the guns disappear, and are aware of the utter lack of statistical likelihood the person next to you is mentally insane insane enough to murder everyone in the room.  We’re also much more aware if the FBI crime statistics that suggest the overwhelming number of murders with a firearm are handguns, so it seems more relevant.  So lets play…

    #1 Gun or Cellphone?
    #2 Gun or Cellphone?
    #3 Gun or Cellphone?
    #4 Gun or Cellphone?
    #5 Gun or cellphone?
    #6 Gun or cellphone?
    #7 Gun or cellphone?
    #8 Gun or cellphone?

     

    #9 Gun or cellphone?

    I don’t have an answer key…

    I should warn you about this kombucha—some of the offerings from this brand are 5.6% alcohol which means this MAY be good for stealth day drinking.  Even though those are clearly labeled, the nannies at the Glibertarians.com legal department wished me to put up the following disclaimer:  drink this at work at your own risk…

  • Saturday Morning Let My People Go Links

    The first night of Passover is behind us. A private seder featuring the four cups of wine, the Four Questions, and the parable of The Four Sons. As a good modern American Jew, I of course lamented the desecration of America by the anti-semite in the White House and the massive rise in homophobia, racism, and income inequality in Trump’s America. We are complicit, sadly, because we had no wheelchair-bound lesbians at the table.

     

    Today’s birthdays include noted clock and safety expert Harold Lloyd; the greatest vibraphonist I ever saw, Lionel Hampton; racist piece of shit George Takei; a childhood fantasy for me, Veronica Cartright; and Catalonian surrealist Joan Miro.    And you know who ELSE has a birthday today

     


     

    Please please please please please! (didn’t we do this yesterday?)

     

    Next, we need to consider the effectiveness of anti-witchcraft programs.

     

    Yoots AND cops!

     

    Mittens is sickened, SICKENED! And in response, Huck is sickened by Mittens.

     

    How can people say that TV and movies have lost all originality?

     

    This is all very confusing.

     

    I’m fucked.

     

    And here’s Uncle Joe, he’s a-gropin’ kinda slow at the junction.

     

    Why France is the respected world power it is today.

     

    Never apologize for trolling. NEVER.

     

    We need more glue.

     

    Phys.org, spreading ignorance one post at a time.

     

    OK, second night of Passover coming up, let’s do it all again! Hope things are cooler where you are than they are here.

     


     

    Old Guy Music shows the kick I’ve been on recently- rock violinists from my youth. And this time, a band that had its following, but should have been much bigger than it was, The Flock. And here’s an example why.

     

  • STEVE SMITH GOOD FRIDAY LINKS

    “ME NO DENY YOU! ME RAPE SANHEDRIN INSTEAD!” “NO. THIS MUST HAPPEN, BROTHER SMITH, AS WAS FORETOLD.” “ME SAD.” “ALL WILL BE WELL. SEE YOU IN A FEW DAYS.”

     

    STEVE SMITH TAKE LINK DUTY TONIGHT. MANY FUNNY GLIBERTARIAN PEOPLE HAVE HOLY DAY. EVERY DAY HOLEY TO STEVE SMITH! HAHAHA! HIM MAKE JOKE, GOOD JOKE! BUT SERIOUS NOW. STEVE SMITH DO LINKS, SO THEM GO CHURCH, OR WHATEVER THEY WANT DO. HERE GOOD LINKS. FROM STEVE SMITH. ON FRIDAY.

    • STEVE SMITH NOT PICKY, BUT HIM NO RAPE FLUTES. HOOMANS STRANGE SOMETIME ALL TIME.
    • FUNNY HOOMANS HAVE GO AIRPLANE JOIN MILE HIGH CLUB. STEVE SMITH JUST GO UP MOUNTAIN. FIND CLIMBER. JOIN CLUB. BY JOIN CLUB, MEAN RAPE.
    • STEVE SMITH THINK RUSSIA NO WANT BASKET CASE LAND. GIVE BACK TO COMEDY PRESIDENT IN UKRAINE? MAYBE IF BECOME PUPPET. STEVE SMITH HAVE MANY PUPPET. BY PUPPET, MEAN MEAT PUPPET.
    • THIS SURE TO CLEAR THING UP! STEVE SMITH HAPPY HIM NO LIVE CHICAGO.

     

    FREE CASCADIA!

  • Good Friday Afternoon Mediocre Links

    I’m mailing it in guys. Its like my religion, or something. Have a great weekend.

    Florida Women — They start young here.

    I guess I don’t understand how you can own your mobile home but rent the land… Also, if these homes are so mobile, what’s the big deal? Finally, six months is a fuckton of notice for closing down a trailer park.

    Unless these guys were into auto-erotic asphyxiation or extreme ice play, I doubt they died doing what they loved.

    Its one thing to be gay, but this is absolutely beyond civil discourse. Pete Buttigieg is a Phish fan.

    Relevant Comedic Bit by Alex Jones

  • What is Burning Man? Pt. 1

    A decade ago, most people had never heard of Burning Man. Telling someone you were going or had been, would mostly get you blank stares. If you got any other reaction it was probably a very positive one as most people who did know about it found it enthralling and either had been themselves or really wanted to go but hadn’t had the chance for whatever reason.

    Fast forward to 2019, and nearly everyone has heard of the now infamous ‘biggest party in the world’ held 90 miles north of Reno, NV in the Black Rock Desert each year during the week before Labor Day. Nowadays, media reports and social media influencers are where most people get their knowledge of the event. Because of this, misconceptions abound as to what Burning Man actually is, and how its culture is spreading throughout society.

    In order to counter a lot of this lack of knowledge, misconceptions, and preconceived notions about Burning Man, I’m writing up a three-part series. This first part mostly talks about background information, basic infrastructure, how the event works, and its ethos/culture. Part two will be focused on theme camps and events. Part three will cover art works/emplacements and mutant vehicles.

    I’ve been to six burns, most recently in 2016, and have watched it go from a niche counterculture to having mainstream mass appeal. Several friends of mine have been more times than I, stretching many years further back in time, which was how I was introduced to this pseudo-alternate reality world which resembles an odd hybrid of communist central planning and techno-libertarian societies.

    It used to be that you only went to this event if you knew someone who had already been and could effectively serve as your mentor. As the Burning Man Organization is fond of saying: this is not a festival. If you are ill prepared, you very well may die. It’s happened. You used to have to sign a waiver back in the days before they had on-site ambulance service, medical tents, and a helicopter at the ready to take you to Reno. It’s an extremely harsh environment with many hazards, be they natural or man-made.

    That said, this was always part of the appeal, and many people bring their kids as young as three regardless of these risks. It always felt like a sort of frontier. There wasn’t even cell service until 2014 and no ubiquitous WiFi. Everyone wore a watch, an actual watch, just to tell them the time, and people kept their phones locked up. This is still the case for the early half of the burn, until the dreaded tourists show up around Thursday to stare at their phones and do glamor shoots for their Instagram accounts.

    The tourists and narcissists are a relatively new phenomenon though. There were always some ‘weekend warriors’, but ‘sparkle ponies’ were the bigger nuisance for many years. The event first started in 1986 and only sold out for the first time in 2011. You used to be able to get a ticket whenever you wanted, or even at the gate, for as low as $100. Now it’s a mad rush to get one, so it ends up on many people’s bucket list who attend with no prior interest in or knowledge of the event’s culture and history.

    The event is held on public land under Bureau of Land Management jurisdiction. They impose strict population limits, which have generally increased each year, and a slew of other restrictions regarding maintaining the natural environment, such as requiring the event’s perimeter be surrounded with a trash fence. It was the first “Leave No Trace” event, and they’ve done a rather good job of making sure you wouldn’t be able to tell it happened if you go beforehand or afterwards. However, ever increasing BLM fees and ever more demands from the 6 police departments with a presence there have driven the cost up to $425 minimum, unless you get a subsidized “low-income” ticket. On the high end, you can spend around $1,400 for one ticket plus another $100 for a vehicle pass.

    All this gets you is access to the city, and it is indeed a city. The Burning Man Organization provides “roads”, which are just packed down dust sprayed regularly with water to keep them under control, road signs, a single Center Camp, about a dozen banks of porta potties, and The Man, which is lit on fire with an amazing firework display on Saturday night. Everything else in the city is brought and built by the attendees, although they’ve started placing “Black Rock Ranger” stations and medical tents around as well.

    The attendees ARE the event. All the party locations are brought, built, and paid for by attendees, who often pay DJs big bucks to spin there, though the no-names are often better. There’s multiple competing post offices run entirely by burners. (Dis)information centers, “human car washes”, vehicle lockout services, playgrounds and trampoline parks, pretty much everything you’ll find was brought there by someone who thought it would be cool to have X, Y, or Z on ‘the playa’ and just did it out of their own pockets.

    The BMOrg (often called ‘the borg’) also provides a theme for each year. This year is “metamorphosis”. Previous examples include “fertility”, “metropolis”, “good and evil”, “Da Vinci’s workshop” and many others throughout the years. There’s also “10 principles” the BMOrg tries to enforce on the event but have gotten somewhat lazy about recently. Leave No Trace is one of those, and they keep to it under threat of ruinous fines. Another big one is Decommodification, which basically means nothing can be bought, sold, or traded.

    Burning Man runs on a ‘gifting economy’. The only concession they make on this is ice and coffee, which the BMOrg sells around the city. Other than that, everything is free. If you see a restaurant offering pancakes, they’ll be given to you at no charge. If you stop by a clothing store, feel free to grab a shirt and pants, which will likely have been ‘gifted’ to the store itself at some point. My wife and I often gift necklaces.

    In the past, anyone could set up a restaurant. Starting in 2013 though, the Nevada Health Department started requiring any restaurants gifting food to the general public to get permits and be inspected. This also applies to large private kitchens serving camps of 125 or more. Never accept gifts of food that aren’t factory sealed though unless you (a) are getting it from a restaurant, (b) know and trust the source, (c) don’t mind the chance of getting drugged, or (d) ask if the food contains drugs. People are usually honest on (d) if you ask, but a camp next door to mine one year took a bunch of Altoids from a stranger without thinking to ask and they turned out to be laced with LSD. Whoops. Welcome to Burning Man.

    A lot of this stuff and more is what veteran burners usually tell people right off the bat to weed people out. We also like to toss in factoids like “there’s no showers so be prepared to be sweaty and smelly for a week”, “there’s no dumpsters so you have to pack out all your own trash”, “you need to prepared to bring, store, and cook a week’s worth food”, “you’re likely to run out of gas”, “there’s dubstep playing LITERALLY ALL THE TIME”, “dust storms = whiteout conditions on a moments notice”, “police will arrest you for driving 1mph over the speed limit”, and a few other tropes that boil down to “burning man sucks, don’t go.” Yes, there’s a lot of sex, drugs, and nudity, but we don’t usually talk about or emphasize those parts. They’re just one small part of the greater whole.

    That’s all just part of the culture. It’s definitely a harsh climate that most Americans or really anyone ‘civilized’ could go crazy in, and veterans try to keep out too many clueless virgins (the term used for first-time burners) who just want to go to a big exclusive weeklong party. For those virgins who do go, there’s a lot of other rubs and insider false knowledge (paging Not Adahn) spread to mess with them and identify fakers. “Daft Punk is playing at the trash fence” is the biggest of these. Anyone who says they saw Daft Punk at the trash fence is BSing you.

    First-timers who don’t have any sort of mentor can generally make do by joining up with a larger camp. Many people in these camps have multiple burns under their belt and will make sure newbies have a pleasant experience. These camps usually cost money to join though, from a few hundred to a few thousand bucks, to pay for all the amenities they bring for their campmates and the general public. Considering most attendees are already looking at several thousand in expenses ($425 ticket +$100 vehicle pass + $200-$500 gas + $500-$1500 airfare/vehicle rental) just to get there and back home, many may not be willing or able to fork over more money to join a camp where they’ll probably also be required to work shifts and help with setup/breakdown before and after the burn. You’ll also need to take more time off work.

    If you’re flush with cash, you can usually buy your way out of every issue. This fact really pisses off most veteran burners, because “buying your burn” runs completely counter to the event’s culture in many ways. Radical self-reliance (one of the 10 principles) means “building your burn” and adapting to the harsh climate in your own way, such that you survive the event, thrive, and have a great time doing it. Having to rely on yourself (and/or a small contingent of friends) for the week while having a blast amidst a city that didn’t exist a month before your arrival is what sparks the life changing experiences many people, myself included report after attending.

    Next time, we’ll dive into the backbone of Black Rock City: theme camps and the events they offer.

  • Good Friday Morning Links

    While the goyim are out, the Jews and Italians are practicing their own brand of carpentry with hammers and nails. I’m the mirror image of the Shabbos Goy, filling in where the Catholics are too busy eating crackers and drinking wine, or whatever the fuck they do.

    Anecdote from my childhood: my paternal grandfather used to have a weekly poker game. He and his buddies would play cards, smoke cigars, and lapse into Yiddish when they wanted to say something not suitable for my ears (which was useless since I understood Yiddish quite well). One of the guys was Uncle Marvin- not actually my uncle, but all the poker guys were “Uncle.” Uncle Marvin was one of the younger guys, relatively, and was always quite dapper and charming. Anyway, years later, when Spiro Agnew became Vice President, Uncle Marvin became governor of Maryland (“The Cradle of Graft”). During his term, my parents went over to Israel for a tour, and whenever someone would ask them where they were from and they’d respond, “Maryland,” invariably the reaction was, “Oh, you guys have that Jewish governor who’s sleeping with a shiksa.” Everyone seemed to know this. This was puzzling to them, since he was married to a Jewess named Bootsie, and there was no hint of a scandal of that sort. Fast forward a year, suddenly the news breaks that Uncle Marvin was indeed banging a shiksa on the side, whereupon Bootsie locked him out of the governor’s mansion and held it hostage until he could pay her off. For the next several years, he jumped into more dangerous but more lucrative cons and scams to keep funds flowing to Bootsie The Scorned. And inevitably, he got caught and unlike Agnew, actually had to go to jail. Maryland politics at it’s best, and an interesting insight into the Jewish Telegraph that is Israel. So…. Happy Birthday to Governor Marvin Mandel.

     


     

    Please please please please please please! OMG that will be so entertaining!

     

    Spin Cycle on “full.”

     

    This is why I hate cops. Even the not-guilty ones are happy to circle the wagons to defend the dirtbags and incompetents.

     

    Chicago yoots.

     

    I can’t imagine why people are fleeing that state.

     

    There is no escape from the slavers.

     

    None of the guilty will pay or suffer in any way. Welcome to Public Employee Unions.

     

    Expect this to become a progressive cause celebre

     

    Really, this is better than Green Acres.

     

    OK, which of you is this?

     

    Yertle has his top priorities lined up. Jesus, Team Red, you guys are morons.

     

    After seeing the photos in this article, I’m going to have nightmares.

     


    Old Guy Music and indeed it’s a beautiful day.

  • Poll: SP is back and she has a question

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    So, since relocating to Phoenix, I’ve been focused on different weather events than previously while living in the Midwest. There it was tornadoes, and blizzards, and ice storms. Here? Heat and humidity (and lack thereof).

    We’ve had many beautiful, perhaps even perfect, days and evenings. 75F, 15% RH, light breeze, big fluffy clouds floating around during the afternoon; 55F, 30% RH, still, dark nights with a zillion stars visible overhead.

    If it were like this year round, I’d be a happy camper.*

    That is completely subjective, of course.

    WebDom and my MIL: “That’s so cold!”

    OMWC and the Big White Dog: “It’s so hot!”

    So, I’m curious to hear what weather conditions the Glibertariat prefer. How about it?

     


     

    *But, sadly, it was 91F today (with air quality alerts) and expected to be 100F tomorrow.
     

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  • Thursday Afternoon Trump-as-Roadrunner Links

    I was going to make a different analogy with Trump playing both the tar baby and Brer Rabbit after he’s caught, but that’s probably beyond the pale racist now. So I’ll use a more modern analogy. Trump is like the Roadrunner. He’s just going about his business, maybe well, maybe poorly, but basically minding his own, while suuupergeniuses concoct elaborate devices to entrap and destroy him. And somehow, at the end of each of each day, another anti-Trumper is sitting around bewildered and hurt, while Trump pops up to give the equivalent of a victory “meep” on Twitter, and runs off into the distance.

    So here’s my favorite justification of why the Mueller report isn’t a total victory for Trump.

    Mueller made sure to give his old friend Comey a little handjob in the report. Guys! Guys! You’ll never believe it! The White House Press Secretary was less than truthful about something! Poor Pie, just trying to do her job and fend off the Hat and Hair.

    Somehow Sears’ creditors are just now figuring out that Eddie Lampert funneled all the assets to his real-estate company and left the company a hollow shell. I will hasten to add that I have no idea whether this is illegal, but it does seem like he tried to ditch these guys through bankruptcy after cutting the best of the company out for himself.

    Huh. Radley Balko had me convinced that bite mark analysis was an ineffective pathology tool.

  • My First Time

    It was 1998 or so, I can’t place it exactly.  My friend B worked for a company with a client in Southern Indiana.  He heard from some co-workers about this place with really good pizza and an unheard of beer selection.  As a fan of craft beer, such as it was in Kentucky at the time,  it sounded like a place worth the trip.

    Before the rest, here is a little backstory, as best as I understand it.  There was a sports bar called Sportstime Pizza.  Not a creative name, but it was exactly what it was.  They served the expected BMC beers, in regular and light versions, along with a better pizza than you would expect.  Their specialty was a deep dish that is closer to Detroit-style than Chicago-style, but not quite that either.  Let’s just call it New Albany style pizza, because I have never run into exactly it anywhere else.  The son-in-law of the owner convinced the father-in-law to let him open the space next door in the strip mall.  They would share the kitchen and the new place would serve craft and foreign beers.  At the beginning, they served Bud, Miller, and Coors, but never light beer.  Or Lite.  There wasn’t much at first, I think for the first month Guinness was the only option.  But by the time of this story, Rich O’s, as the place was called, had an extensive list of American craft and foreign beers, on bottle and on tap.  A death and a divorce later, the two daughters and an ex-husband would combine them into one name, New Albanian Brewing Company.  But everyone still calls the two sides Sportstime and Rich O’s.

    Back to the story, as I knew none of that at the time.  I was enjoying good pizza and good beer, trying some beers I had never had before, but in styles that I was comfortable with.  I wasn’t pushing the envelope.  My friend and I ended up in conversation with the two very drunk guys at the next table.  That were drinking beers from wine-sized bottles.  They had gone through at least a ½ dozen bottles between them.  They were regulars and were leaving the next day for a hunting trip in Canada to hunt beer or moose or elk or something.  When they discovered they neither of us had ever tried Belgian beer, they bought us a bottle of Chimay Grande Reserve.

     

    That night, my life changed.  I had never tasted anything like that beer before.  Learning more about beer, trying everything I could, homebrewing, starting a brewery, all these events could be traced back to that night.  Chimay Blue will always be one of my favorite beers.  If you want to tell me that St Bernardus ABT 12 is a better beer in that style, I won’t argue with you.  It might even be true.  I have never had Westy, but most who have say it is better.  But those beers don’t have the history.  There isn’t an emotional attachment.

    I don’t know what happened to these guys.  B and I have joked over the years that they were eaten by bears.  I do know we never saw them at Rich O’s again, as often as we were there.  They may have gotten a DUI on their way home and never made it to Canada.  Lots of possibilities.  But whenever I drink a Chimay, as I did while celebrating my 5th wedding anniversary recently, I think back to over 20 years ago, and toast them with my Chalice.

     

  • Thursday Morning Links

    Good morning my Glibs and Gliberinas!  And what a glorious morning it is for…everyone including those with TDS as Mueller will release his report today and everyone will see what they want to seeThe report will probably show that Mueller spent the last two years trying unsuccessfully to build a case for obstruction (which is nearly impossible to do without an underlying crime) as he knew from the start Russian Collusion was complete bullshit.  When Barr came onto the scene, he put an end to the idiocy.

     

    After the report has been released, the fallout from the intelligence community’s malfeasance begins.

     

    Are you sure you weren’t trying to start it?

     

    Man caught with 2 gas cans in St. Patrick’s Cathedral in NYC.

     

    Girl obsessed with Columbine, who was considered a threat, found dead.

     

     

    Australia Man.

     

    That’s all I got for today.  I’ll leave you with a song and move along with my day.