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  • Monday Afternoon Links – Sexy Dragon edition

    Least surprising news ever:

    At the New York Times, Bedbugs

    Dear Colleagues,

    During an extermination sweep of the newsroom over the weekend, we discovered evidence of bedbugs in a wellness room (02E4-253) on the second floor, a couch on the third floor and a booth on the fourth floor. These specific areas were then swept by professionals and found to be otherwise clean. In an abundance of caution, the second-floor room has been temporarily closed, the booth has been blocked off and the couch has been removed to be treated and professionally cleaned.

    Additionally, evidence of possible bedbug activity was found in a few personal lockers on the third floor. Individuals associated with those lockers have been contacted and treatment is underway.

    We continue to monitor the situation and, as a precaution, we intend to sweep all New York Times-occupied floors. We will provide updates as they become available.


    The mysterious family behind In-N-Out has donated more than $15,000 to Trump and the GOP since 2016

    A top In-N-Out executive and his wife have donated thousands of dollars to President Donald Trump, even as many brands shy away from associating with the president.

    Mark Taylor, In-N-Out’s chief operating officer, and his wife, Traci Taylor – who is the half-sister of In-N-Out’s president and owner, Lynsi Snyder, and who lists In-N-Out as her employer – have donated more than $15,000 to Trump and the national Republican Party since August 2016.

    Both Mark and Traci Taylor hit the maximum that an individual can donate to a candidate in donations to Trump in the 2016 election. In fact, both exceeded the limit and had thousands of dollars in donations returned.

    Since Trump’s election, the Taylors have continued to donate thousands of dollars to Trump and the Republican National Committee.

    1,500 words on this vital story. But that’s OK, I’ve been assured that cancel culture doesn’t exist.


    Libertarian Just Gonna Kick Back And Enjoy Watching Faith In Government Institutions Crumble

    MANCHESTER, NH—As tensions between the right and left continue to increase in the midst of Donald Trump’s controversial presidency, local libertarian man Alan Bardo announced Friday he’s just gonna kick back and enjoy watching faith in our government institutions crumble.

    Bardo stated he’s been very pleased with Trump’s performance so far, since the public’s reverence for both the office of the presidency and the federal government as a whole has plummeted since he was sworn in.

    “I’m gonna pop some popcorn, sit back, and just really savor this whole thing,” he said cheerily as he turned his TV to CNN and his iPhone to a Fox News live stream. “Ha, look at these CNN clowns starting to question whether the president should have so much power. I love it!”

    “The right is attacking the FBI and CIA, the left is attacking the president—this truly is the best timeline,” he said, misty-eyed.

    We are either making an impact on the zeitgeist, or they are just ripping us off. But let’s not bring it up. I don’t want them to pummel us like they have snopes.com.


    Heroic Mulatto did this to us…

    Your new fetish is Dragons Having Sex With Cars.


    The soundtrack of this post:


    Glib’s Fantasy Football Sign-Up Link:

    https://football.fantasysports.yahoo.com/f1/1032574/invitation?key=6002097debc65c9c&soc_trk=lnk&ikey=e6e665ca3bcd0590

  • Profiles in Toxic Masculinity IV: Marcus Porcius Cato Uticensis

    Appearances Can Be Deceiving

    To the right you can see just another bronze bust of just another old dead white guy.  No big deal, right?  Museums the world over have millions of ‘em.

    This isn’t just any old dead white guy immortalized in bronze.  This is Cato the Younger or, as his contemporaries knew him, Marcus Porcius Cato Uticensis, a Stoic, scion of the late Roman Republic, a famously incorruptible statesman, advocate for liberty (or at least what passed for it in those days) and the latest in our examples of Toxic Masculinity.

    His Maculate Origin

    Born in 95BC in the city of Rome, Cato quickly grew into a stubborn, willful child.  The Greek-became-Roman-citizen Lucius Mestrius Plutarchus (Plutarch) chronicled several events from the young Cato’s life, including his refusal to support the Marsi in the Social War – in spite of having been dangled out a window by his ankles, said dangle having been carried out by the leader of the Marsi, one Quintus Poppaedius Silo.  This was Cato’s first public display of ballsiness and, while it is not our place to question Plutarch’s chronicling of these events, it’s important to note that Cato would have been around four years old at this time.

    During the dictatorship of Lucius Cornelius Sulla, the dictator often sought out the then-fourteen-year-old Cato and his brother Caepio for conversation, despite Cato’s outspoken opposition to the dictator.  Cato’s tutor Sarpedon cautioned Cato about his opposition, noting that Sulla had taken a free hand in executing Roman nobles that opposed him; Cato replied by asking for a sword, after which Sarpedon somehow managed to curtail the boy’s public excursions.

    Cato had quite a few notable relations.  Among them:  His half-sister, Servilia Major, was the long-standing mistress of Julius Caesar and the mother of Marcus Junius Brutus.  At age 21 he married a woman about whom little is known but her name, Atilia; with her he had two children, his son Marcus Porcius Cato and his daughter Porcia, who would later marry the same Marcus Junius Brutus.  This connection would have significant meaning in the civil war that was to come.

    His Adventurous Career

    Not really Cato.

    On reaching majority and receiving his inheritance, Cato left the house of the uncle where he had spent his childhood.  While his inherited wealth would have allowed him a life of luxury, Plutarch tells us that the young Cato eschewed unnecessary comforts and instead dove deep into Stoic philosophy, living modestly, eating no more than necessary, drinking only (apparently a great deal of) cheap wine, wearing plain, undyed robes and even doing without shoes.  He cultivated physical endurance, exposing himself to all conditions of heat, cold and damp to better enable himself to withstand discomfort.

    Cato was 23 when the Third Punic War began in 72 BC.  (Honestly, I always thought I would have taken Spartacus’s side on that one, but still…)  He quickly volunteered to join his brother Caepio in the field.  The brothers didn’t have much impact in that war, but five years later, in 67 BC, Cato was given command of a legion in Macedon.  There he impressed his troops by sharing their food, drink and living conditions.  Cato, true to his Stoic philosophy, chose to forgo the luxuries afforded other commanders and slept among his men.  He led their marches from the front, and only left his legion when he received word of his brother, wounded and dying in Thrace.

    The death of his brother hit Cato hard.  After burying his sibling, Cato embarked on an extensive walkabout of Rome’s eastern provinces and did not return to Rome until 65 BC.

    On his return to Rome, Cato was elected quaestor, a position that put the Stoic in the position of being able to audit and, to some extent control, the state Treasury.  His strict rectitude and incorruptibility made him somewhat unpopular in this position, as he quickly moved to prosecute several nobles – including some of former dictator Sulla’s inner circle – for illegal appropriation of funds and for filing fraudulent documents.  Cato made himself plenty of enemies in this role, about which he appeared to not give even one single ounce of crap.

    In 63 BC, Cato was elected Tribune of Plebs, in which role he assisted the sitting Consul, Marcus Tullius Cicero (a good choice for another Profile in Toxic Masculinity) in squashing the Cataline Rebellion.  Once the rebellion was put down, Cato, in a display of his usual inflexibility, wanted the conspirators executed, but a Roman general named Gaius Julius Caesar insisted instead on exiling the malefactors, spreading them among several far-flung Roman settlements for “safekeeping.”

    The animosity between Cato and Caesar appears to date from this point.

    Around this time Caesar, General Gnaeus Pompey Magnus and Marcus Licinius Crassus formed a triumvirate, and began slowly consolidating power between the three of them.  Cato opposed the triumvirate at every turn.  In 61 BC, Pompey returned from a campaign in Asia and demanded both a Triumph and that the Senate postpone elections to allow him to run for Consul; Cato opposed the measure, convincing the Senate to allow Pompey only one of the two options.  Pompey chose the Consul’s chair over the Triumph, but faced with the same demand from Caesar, Cato was forced to resort to a filibuster.  Unlike today’s proceedings in our own Senate, Cato actually had to hold the floor and speak, which he did so until sunset brought an end to the proceedings.

    In time Caesar became Consul, and immediately proposed to award his veteran troops with rich farmlands in Campania.  As this province and its agriculture provided almost a fourth of the Republic’s tax revenue, Cato again took to the rostrum to oppose the measure – upon which Caesar had the Consul’s Lictors forcibly remove Cato from the Senate, an insult which Cato was not to forget.  Still not giving even one tiny little crap, Cato resolved to oppose Caesar’s ambitions at every turn.

    But the Triumvirate was on shaky ground at this point.  Caesar’s ambitions were about to bring him into conflict with his fellow triumvirs.  It turns out that Cato’s inflexibility and zeal in prosecuting Sullan nobles had brought him in conflict with a famous general, the aforementioned Gnaeus Pompey Magnus, who had been known as The Teenage Butcher for his zeal in persecuting Sulla’s enemies.  It is ironic, then, that this very general would come to be an ally of Cato’s in the coming unpleasantness.

    The solidity of Cato’s big brass pair was about to be tested.

    His One-Man War

    The Senate.

    Matters came to a head in 49 BC.  Cato was then in the Senate, a key member of a group of republican Senators known as the Optimates.  In that fateful year, Caesar was winding up his campaigns in Gaul, having defeated and taken prisoner the Celtic king/warlord Vercingetorix.  Before the Senate, Cato insisted that Caesar’s term as proconsul had ended, and with it his proconsular immunity; he demanded Caesar return to Rome as an ordinary citizen, there to face charges.

    Cato’s now-ally, Pompey, was willing to let Caesar accept continuation of his immunity along with giving up all but one of his legions and accepting governorship of one province, but Cato refused the compromise, and managed to ram through a resolution recalling Caesar.

    The conqueror of Gaul didn’t take this well.  He crossed the Rubicon with one legion and marched on Rome.  Marcus Anneus Lucanus chronicled that moment:

    Caesar crossed the flood and reached the opposite bank. From Hisparie’s Forbidden Fields he took his standards said, “Here I abandoned peace and desecrated law; fortune it is you I follow. Farewell to treaties. From now on war is our judge!”

    Caesar had indeed decided to follow Fortune, and Fortune had evidently taken him as a pet, for with one legion he drove Pompey and the Optimates out of Rome and into Greece, where at Pharsalus the outnumbered Caesar seized victory from the jaws of defeat and sent Pompey and the remnants of the Optimates fleeing.  Pompey went to Egypt, where he met execution at the hand of Ptolemey’s minions seeking to curry favor with Rome.  Cato and Quintus Metellus Scipio fled to Utica in north Africa, determined to fight to the end for the Republic.

    Utica, or what’s left of it.

    Caesar followed.

    The final battle was fought at Thapsus, where Caesar was again victorious, and against the normal custom, Caesar ordered the execution of all of Scipio’s men.  Cato was not present at the battle, having remained within Utica.  At this point even the adamant Stoic had to concede defeat.

    His Defiant Ending

    Cato, sadly, wasn’t to enjoy any happy golden years.

    Refusing a pardon from Caesar, Cato took up a sword and plunged it into his stomach.  Plutarch wrote:

    Cato did not immediately die of the wound; but struggling, fell off the bed, and throwing down a little mathematical table that stood by, made such a noise that the servants, hearing it, cried out. And immediately his son and all his friends came into the chamber, where, seeing him lie weltering in his own blood, great part of his bowels out of his body, but himself still alive and able to look at them, they all stood in horror. The physician went to him, and would have put in his bowels, which were not pierced, and sewed up the wound; but Cato, recovering himself, and understanding the intention, thrust away the physician, plucked out his own bowels, and tearing open the wound, immediately expired.

    Thus, perished the man who has been described as “The Last Citizen of Rome.”  He opposed Caesar with all of his breath, standing for the founding principles of the Republic.  Personally, he was reputed to be a prickly, difficult man, and very likely a high-functioning alcoholic (hardly a novelty in those times.)  But he was a man of principle and, unlike most pols today, was willing to stick to his principles even unto death.

    Caesar, now, his story has been told, by Plutarch, Lucanus, Livy, Shakespeare and many more.  He won his war, was assassinated by a man who had been one of his closest friends, but his adopted son Octavian seized control and became, effectively, Rome’s first Emperor.

    You could very well argue that when Cato died, the Republic died with him.

    And where is our Cato today?

  • Monday Morning Links

    Liverpool pounded the shit out of Arsenal.I mean they just humiliated them. Man City also won handily, but as far as the “big six”, not too good a weekend otherwise.

    Oops, sorry to have humiliated you again.

    Tottenham and ManUre both went down to bottom-feeders, at home. And Chelski eked out a win. Rory McIlroy won a shitload of money. And by shitload, I mean  he won a cool $15M for winning the Tour Championship.  And he would have won it without the stroke handicap system they used for the final event of the season (which I actually liked).  The US Open starts in a handful of hours, for you tennis fans out there.  I’m picking Joker and Serena to win. Yes, I know that’s not being very brave, but that’s where we are in tennis right now.  And trust me, I only hope I’m half right.

    The Yankees beat the Dodgers last night in what some people are hoping is a preview of the World Series. I’m not one of those people.  The Firstros thumped the Angels and now share the best record in the AL with the aforementioned Bronx Bombers. They’re both one game back of the Dodgers for the best record overall. Other winners from yesterday were: Baltimore, Atlanta, Kansas City, Miami, Pittsburgh, Arizona, Chicago (AL), Minnesota, St Louis, Washington, San Francisco, San Diego and Seattle.

    Shit like this is why you don’t do your fantasy draft a month before the season

    And Andrew Luck dropped a shit-bomb in the lap of the Colts over the weekend.  Not quite as big a turd as that Miami-Florida college game was Saturday night though.  I mean…Jesus, that was the worst-played college game I’ve seen in some time. There is no other way to put it.

    Is today your birthday? If it is, you’ve got the following to keep company with: first ever British Prime Minister Robert Walpole, missionary and humanitarian Mother Teresa, sax player Branford Marsalis, former child actor Macaulay Culkin, Rockets guard James Harden and …that’s it.  Shit, what a dreadfully short and weak list.

    OK, now let’s all settle in for … the links!

    Come at me, bro. I’ll nuke the shit out of you!

    This is the funniest story all weekend. Of course the sources are all unnamed. There is no documentation to support the accusation. Nobody in the meetings has stepped forward and said its what happened and several people involved have all denied that the conversations ever took place.  But fuck it, let’s run with it anyway.

    Let me see if I have this straight. So they’re gonna do to you what you’ve been doing to the subjects of your pieces for years? How fucking dare they!!! Or is it ok for CNN to threaten to doxx someone if they don’t take down a internet meme? Or for newsmedia to dig through Kyle Kashuv’s social media from when he was 14 because he’s pro-gun?  Fuck you, you morally repugnant “gatekeepers” of the news.  Sorry your anti-semitism and racism is gonna be brought to life.

    I have a feeling you’ll be crying again soon

    Pretty sure this is an excessive and wasteful use of resources. But the “victim” is maintaining his story, and if its true this was a heinous crime of lynching. So may as well use everything to make sure this kind of thing never happens again.

    Gamers worry about the weirdest shit. That’s all I got for this one.

    When keeping it real goes wrong.  Also, don’t forget bring a (second) towel.

    How kind of you parasites. Oh, it doest really restore property rights, it just gives people a window of time to do what you tell them to do or go back to being fucked over.  So much for freedom.

    If you plan to watch the SpaceX launch tonight, make sure you aren’t watching through your window.

    No birthday musicians worth playing, so I’m declaring prima nocte and just picking something I wanted to hear.

    That’s all for today, dear friends. Hope the week gets off to a good start for you.

  • Sunday Evening Coming Attractions.

    *clears throat*

    I’m going to channel the movie announcer guy….

    What do we have in store this week?

    Tomorrow Animal has another lesson on Toxic Masculinity with a delightful crossword puzzle in the evening.

    Tuesday Pie in the Sky presents a thought provoking piece on competition in the public sector, and another poll in the evening.

    Wednesday, Sugarfree once again either gives us reason to consider suicide by cop or just risk being fired for drinking at work.  One or the other.

    Thursday Mr. I.B. McGinty pens something I certainly hope you uncultured troglodytes actually read.  Seriously, its good..stay tuned.

    Otherwise we have the usual links, by the Old Man, Brett, Banjos, Sloopy, ZARDOZ, STEVE SMITH, Spudalicious* and everyone else that may or may not get called in from the bullpen at the last minute.  That’s what makes this place so damn exciting…even we don’t always know what’s in store.

    I don’t know about you guys, but for some reason skyline chilli is being made in my house.  Why?  I don’t know and I’m not stopping it.  Mostly because it at least looks better than the abomination they call pizza in South Korea.

    Enjoy what’s left of Sunday.

     

    *as in the Spud Man,  The Spudster.  Spud-master Flex.  Spuddin around dropping Spud like hot fiery spud….

  • IFLA: The “Happy Birthday to Yusef” Edition of the horoscope for the Week of Aug 25

    This week we’ll demonstrate how to read the same signs for a general population and then as it regards to a specific individual.  In this case, the Glib’s own HVAC SME.  Just a little something to thank him for all the knowledge of High Vacuum Alternating Current systems that he provides.

    The skies are really quite busy this week.  The main axis is an alignment of Mars-Venus-Terra-Sol with a quaternary intersection of Mercury-Saturn (retrograde).  That main intersection is a celestial soft swap (Mars/Venus, Earth/Sun) with the modifier of news/change-beginnings means that if you’re looking to conceive, this is absolutely, positively the time to get busy with the baby-making.  Make a reminder to check the birth announcements in the paper nine months from now, there will be a bumper crop.  OTOH, if you’ve forgotten the contraception, you’d be well advised to take care of things in a non-procreative way.

    That’s what it means for us in general, but what about Yufus in particular?  From to point of view of Virgo, Mars and Venus are almost perfectly eclipsed.  This is very good, since Venus is the one doing the eclipsing meaning that all the negative aspects of Mars (the fighting, slaughter, bloodshed and ruin) are going to be filtered out and the positive aspects remaining.  Plus, the two lovers getting to be literally on top of each other is naturally going to throw off some waves of happiness.  One other thing for the personalized reading is that from this perspective, the moon is in opposition, which means there is going to be a consequential lie told to you.

    Now back to the rest of us.  Virgo gets the planetary bounty this week, holding the sun, and the aforementioned Venus and Mars.  Leo retains Mercury, so they still hang on to the good luck for another five or six days until it transits into Virgo.  Sagittarius keeps Jupiter, which is only fair since they had to put up with those months of retrograde motion, and Gemini hosts the moon.  This is where the general meaning differs most, since unlike the meaning for Virgo, the meaning for the other 11/12ths of the population is increase, abundance, growth, etc.

    I drew the cards for Yusef, but frankly they were depressing.  Three cards saying that financial pressures were going to increase, two saying that the future involved travel, and the core card was good, but ambiguous.  The most obvious implication would be that you’re going to have another kid.  Maybe a grandkid?  Puppies?

    For everyone else the cards are:

    Virgo:  Page of Cups reversed – Taste, inclination, attachment, deception, artifice

    Libra:  Queen of Coins reversed – Evil, fear, suspicion, mistrust, suspense

    Scorpio:  Knight of Coins – Utility, interest, rectitude, responsibility

    Sagittarius:  3 of Swords – Removal, absence, delay, rupture, dispersion

    Capricorn:  2 of Coins reversed – Simulated enjoyment, forced merriment, correspondence

    Aquarius:  King of Wands – Honest, conscientious, friendly man

    Pisces:  5 of Swords reversed – Degradation, destruction, infamy, loss, reversal, dishonor

    Aries:  8 of Wands reversed – Jealousy, stings of conscience, quarrels

    Taurus:  6 of Wands reversed – Apprehension, fear, treachery

    Gemini:  Queen of Cups reversed – Vice, dishonor, depravity, distinguished woman but not to be trusted

    Cancer:  2 of Cups – Love, passion, affinity, friendship, union, concord

    Leo:  Ace of Swords – Triumph, excess in everything

     

  • Sunday Morning Trix Links

    Yesterday afternoon, I was looking out our back door at the golf course and saw a large brown object. I thought, “Wait, what the fuck kind of animal is that? A dog? An oversized record-setting cat? A javelina?” Then it rose up and hopped away- it was the biggest goddam jackrabbit I’ve ever seen, and I lived in Texas. Our next door neighbor was out and remarked, “Yeah, when they get that size, they chase the dogs instead of the dogs chasing them.” I swear, we’re living in Australia, every animal here is freakish and dangerous. Now, what does this have to do with links? Nothing at all.

    But still, gotta have birthdays. And today’s include the REAL Klaatu; a decent cartoonist whose reputation outshone his talent; a cross between Trump and FDR; the one and only true James Bond and Zed; the greatest mustache in MLB history; and one of my favorite radio hosts.

    News to follow.

     

    If Biden gets the nom, go long on popcorn stock.

     

    Government really has become a circus. God bless it.

     

    Owning the French.

     

    Gay marriage means messy gay divorces. Really, is this what y’all had in mind?

     

    I knew that there was something about Phoenix I liked. Lots of quotes from a real expert, a UC professor, and obligatory dark and ominous invocation of those that evil Koch brothers.

     

    Every time something bad happens to the Irsays, an angel gets his wings.

     

    In other football news, well, that didn’t last long.

     

    Rapey teachers, rapey, rapey. Teachers.

     

    Sooooo carefully focus-grouped. And so dull.

     

    Why you can safely ignore ANYTHING that The New Yorker has to say about art. Christ, what an asshole.

     

     

    Old Guy Music was going to be something on the rabbit theme, but SP gave me an earworm I can’t shake.

  • Saturday night links of Saturday night links

     

    I don’t remember it working that way…

     

    The new patio has been poured and came out just the way we wanted it, and we didn’t have workers showing up at 0600 this morning.

     

    The backlash would end Trumps re-election bid, but it would be so worth it.

     

    There are times where we can be a truly fucked up species. I propose staking the perp to the ground in the Mojave desert and just walking away.

     

    I guess we didn’t send our best, and brightest.

     

    If they hadn’t outlawed DDT, we would be having this discussion.

     

    I hope they weren’t listening when I asked Siri to…uh…never mind.

     

    Snark away, Glibertariat. I’m feeling mellow tonight.

  • Here we go again…

    I am not going to talk about shootings, but I am going to talk about guns.  Sort of.  I am going to talk about something going around social media in the last few days being portrayed as some kind of “liberal self-own”.

    This is my review of Barrier Brewing Farmhouse Ale—with Brett (H/T Iobot)

    It is this article from Business Insider making the rounds on the parts of social media conservatives are still aloud to congregate and make fun of their progressive counterparts.  Essentially, a reporter tried to find out how difficult it is to buy a gun at Wal-Mart—turns out she couldn’t just walk in, pay cash to an associate in a quiet corner of the parking lot and leave with a weapon Bill Duke uses to trim the hedges.

    Buying guns at Wal-Mart has always been a…shall we say…less than ideal experience.  I would know, while I was in college I worked the sporting goods counter for a short time.  It was only a few months, and resulted in me not hating everything about Wal-Mart because that is where I got my start.

    Its pretty sweet

    For one thing, while a customer can special order nearly anything in the Lipsey’s catalog, what was on hand was limited to standard length shotguns, Ruger 10/22, and composite stock Remington 700 in various calibers with a Chinese sourced optic.  The best rifle I ever sold was a Browning BAR in .30-06, which took a few weeks when the customer bought it via layaway, then I called Lipsey’s, put in the order and awaited shipping.  Those are pretty sweet. Wal-Mart also had certain requirements for state residency, they needed the entire address without abbreviations printed on the ATF form 4473, a “salaried manager” needed to double check the transaction, and most important was the required “all clear” from NICS, rather than after the wait time for a hold.  They also had the counter under constant video surveillance.  Finally, the manager walked the rifle out of the store and handed the customer the rifle in its original packaging outside the store.  This was 2005. Eventually, Wal-Mart began selling AR-15s, specifically the Colt Model 6920, which is absolutely nothing to scoff at even if I assembled a better carbine from vendors located in various corners of the internet.  They since stopped selling it in 2015.

    Nowadays, Wal-Mart has certain “approved” employees that can sell firearms.  The reporter had a lot of difficulty in finding out which Wal-Mart sold rifles.  By policy, they are hesitant to tell a customer where they sell guns, and when she even managed to find one ran into issues with her ID not having a current address.

    I had invested several hours across two days on this. If I were actually in the market for a rifle, I would have gone to a local gun shop instead after about five minutes of trying to figure out which Walmart stores sold guns.

    She found out something many gun owners already know:  buying guns at Wal-Mart sucks, because they go well above and beyond federal requirements to sell firearms—to aggravating levels.  Take that Sheryl Crow.

    So how is this not a self-own?   One of the reasons commonly cited for the “Age of Trump” is one side simply chooses not to not understand why the other lives the way they do.  In this case we see somebody actually tried to find out.  In spite of what we might assume her biases are or what the narrative she might have intended to portray, she found out it is not so easy.  She discovered what most gun owners know:  gun retailers realize the consequence of selling to the wrong person and are going to take steps to avoid that mistake.  Some have a smoother transaction than others perhaps, but should a guy walk into a gun store and ask for the best weapon to kill [minority group of your choice] will actually find he going to be to asked to leave…and probably to go to Hell.  This isn’t a self own, she discovered something about the other side—which even if unwittingly is actually commendable given the insanely low bar set for this sort of thing.

    Something else I discovered was this beer is excellent.  Everyone here is probably aware I am a fan of Belgian-pattern wheat beer.  This one comes loaded with Brett tipped clipazines and enough body to hold that shoulder thingy that goes up.  Must be 21 to purchase…

    Barrier Brewing Farmhouse Ale—with Brett 4.2/5

     

  • Saturday Morning I’m Not Dead Yet Links

    Another week, and everything seems just like last week. We’ve settled into a morning ritual, and at least things are predictable. Sorta. Wonder Dog is ecstatic because she gets all kinds of extra food from Grandma when we’re not in the room by putting on her Starving Dog act, right out of Oliver Twist. “Mom, please don’t feed the dog.” “But she looked hungry. How can you not feed her?” “Mom, she’s 120 pounds, she gets plenty of food.” “Then why does she look like she’s so hungry?” Sigh.

    Oh, birthdays, right. A guy who inadvertently inspired the Chinese fortune cookie industry; my favorite essayist and contender for favorite novelist; a Raccoon who could write; a piece of shit “historian” who ruined millions of minds; another piece of shit who destroyed millions of lives and was even less deserving than Obama of a Nobel; an incredibly overrated writer; and a guy who was arguably the greatest shortstop in MLB history.

    News next.

     

    I can’t imagine why anyone could possibly think that Trump is a moron.

     

    I can’t imagine why anyone could possibly think that Biden is a senile moron.

     

    Teaching the stupid to become stupider.

     

    What nice folks. No wonder the Left loves them so much.

     

    When it ain’t your year, it really ain’t your year.

     

    Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you.

     

    It’s the 99% of bad cops and their enablers who make the rest look bad.

     

    This is just fucking creepy.

     

    Old Guy Music from a band that once was hot, now is largely forgotten, but they had their moments. And now we’re 50 years after. Holy shit, the guitar solo… And a few lines that could not appear in a modern song (“Everywhere is freaks and hairies, dykes and fairies, tell me where is sanity? Tax the rich, feed the poor ’til there are no rich no more?”)

  • SEA SMITH FRIDAY LINKS

    SEA SMITH GLAD HE GET DO LINKS. GIVE ALIBI FOR … THINGS. NO CATCH SEA SMITH PET! SEA SMITH RESCUE PET “SMILEY”.

     

    NOW PET SAFE, SEA SMITH GIVE LAND HOOMANS LINKS. THEY GOOD LINKS FOR YOU!

    1. SEA SMITH CONFUSE. HE THINK TURKEY BOSS AND RUSSIA BOSS BUDDIES. WHAT THIS? MAKE SEA SMITH GLAD HE STAY AWAY FROM SYRIA. THAT WHERE ALEPPO, RIGHT?
    2. THIS MAKE SEA SMITH HAPPY! MORE HOOMANS GO WATER. SEA SMITH VISIT ENGLAND. BY VISIT ENGLAND….
    3. SEA SMITH SEND WARNING COUSIN STEVE SMITH!
    4. LAUGH! NOW RAPEY HOOMAN DEAD, FRENCH HOOMANS GET TOUGH. THEM STILL HAVE ROMAN POLANSKI HOOMAN LIVE THERE?

    COME ON IN, WATER IS FINE!