Sites I Read

Today being February 29th of 2024, which makes it the leap day of leap year, and it being somewhat brisk outside and me being bored and all, I decided to go through the list of sites I read (left side, down low) and see if they are still in business.  This list is by no means exhaustive, but it's close enough for government work.  Comments or descriptions are added when I can think of something to say that doesn't brand me as a drunken retard (inebriated intellectually challenged misogynistic male).

Bayou Renaissance Man

Owner/Operator: Peter Grant - Prolific writer and author, who is as opinionated as he is conservative.

According To Hoyt

The musings and serious writings of author Sarah Hoyt, with the occasional guest post.

Doctor Grumpy in the House

A Blog detailing the insanity of Dr. Grumpy's medical practice and the stupidity of everyday life.

Filthy's Thunderbox - Now Defunct

The Thunderbox moved to:

Filthy's Thunderbox on Gab - Moved Again

Forced to move again, the Thunderbox has a new name and is located at:

Filthie’s Log Of Ease

Glen Filthy, same old Canuk, same old crew, nothing new.  Which is good.  Here you'll find the outspoken Glen Filthy publishing jokes, news, and diatribes guaranteed to offend someone and sometime or another.

furthermore, flask

Inactive: 2005 - 2021.  The author may well be on the dark side of the lawn, but I hope not.  She was a fairly amazing lady and published an interesting blog.

Commentary by an Ohio criminal defense lawyer

Gamso, for the defense... author and notable criminal defense attorney Jeff Gamso publishes his opinions on current cases.  He's mostly inactive, but he's still around.

The Gun Blog Black List

Up to the second list of pro-freedom blog and news writers.  I'm not sure who maintains the list, but it's a real service to anyone who values freedom and accurate news.

The Daley Gator

If You are Left, You Ain't Right  Read at your own risk.

IMAO

Unfair. Unbalanced. Unmedicated.

Frank J. is the founder of IMAO. Early on in 2002 he wrote a brilliant treatise on nuking the moon, and the quality of his output has declined ever since

Knuckledraggin' My Life Away

Where bad choices make good stories

Someone named Wirecutter writes and maintains this blog, and it's worth reading on a daily basis - if you like it.  If you don't get Wirecutter's humor, just move along.  Or not, as the case may be.

Nobody Asked Me…

Veritas nos liberabit

Written by Old NFO AKA author Jim Curtis.  While his age and political leanings preclude a Pulitzer award, he comes closer than most.  He's a good man, and worth reading. 

Report on Conditions

Capt. Schmoe, author and ex-firefighter.  While the blog is inactive, I've seen him come back here and there, and I hope he starts blogging again.

Rambles From My Chair

by Scriptor Senex, AKA Clive John Edwards, October 23, 1949 - January 27, 2024.  RIP.  He was a good man, knew how to tell a story, and would have fit in most anywhere.  He passed away quite suddenly from a stroke.  I miss him.

Stylos

The blog of Jeff Riddle, a Reformed Baptist Pastor in North Garden, Virginia.  The man is a notable theologian, and I read him as time permits.  Mind you, none of his missives can be read in five minutes.

The Small Hold - Will Not Go Down Without a Fight

Views of the 2023 Collapse From an OLD GenX'r on his last days of giving A F_ck!!!

The man knows what he's talking about, and is worth reading.

The Smallest Minority

The Smallest Minority on earth is the individual. Those who deny individual rights cannot claim to be defenders of minorities. – Ayn Rand

Fred on Everything

That lovable old curmudgeon, Fred Reed, shoots from the hip - but he may be inebriated.

The Silicon Graybeard

An intelligent, erudite man, his contributions are well thought out and worth reading.  He describes himself as: Retired radio engineer, follower of Christ, RF designer, mentor. Radio ham, home shop machinist, lapidary, silversmith, roadie cyclist, learning to be a rifleman, and home defender, - a guy with too many interests to keep track of.

Tilting at Windmills

by CW Martin, who, by his own admission, is a lone man looking for means of expression in a tsunami of information.

Well, that's it.  For now.  I'll revise this list over the next few days, then edit the list on the left.

One blogger that I used to read all the time, and truly enjoyed, was Beat and Release.  If anyone knows what happened to him, I'd like to hear from you - or from B&R himself.

Happy Anniversary - Fourteen Years of Blogger Bliss!

It was about fourteen years ago today that a recreational substance entrepreneur living just down the street from us successfully defended his home and hearth from four armed and dangerous miscreants at three in the morning - the usual time for such things.  

I wrote about it here, and actually got two hate comments out of the deal.  So, that was the beginning of Mad Jack's Shack - and fourteen years later, here we all are.  Main Lady and her three little darlings are history, and have been for some time.  She sold her home in Sylvania, packed up, and moved to Saint Louis, Missouri.  Flopsy lives in the Big Windy and is still duplicitous and spiteful as ever - she's single, her one and only romantic relationship having terminated in a messy, emotional scene in her living room when the love fatal attraction of her not-so-young life wanted sex more than once a month with, of all things, the lights on.  Can you imagine?

Peanut Gallery: I'd rather not.

Ahem.  Mopsy lives in Saint Louis, Missouri, and somehow, and I really and truly cannot understand how, managed to develop a personality and a set of ethics that would make her a welcome dinner guest or drinking buddy at anyone's table.  At least, anyone who reads this hound of a blog and doesn't need six milligrams of Xanax and snowflake therapy afterwards.  I actually suspect Divine intervention here, there being no other explanation.

Cottontail, the youngest of the three, is a vegetarian, veterinarian, and animal rights non-activist (meaning that the rules she follows regarding animals apply to her, and not everyone else).  She's a very accomplished veterinarian, I'll give her that.  Anyway, she got married to QB-One, who turned out to be a bit light in the loafers - 

Peanut Gallery: Light?!

Okay, then.  He's gayer than a Hello Kitty! vibrator.  They got divorced, and when I heard about the situation I offered the loan of a shotgun and a box of shells.  I reminded Main Lady that buckshot leaves no ballistics, but to police your empties.  She hesitated a bit too long, but didn't take me up on it.  Note that I did not offer the scatter-gun to Flopsy, and no one I know would.  The mental fallout after the shooting cannot be imagined, even by me, and I have a vivid imagination.  I note that one man whom I've known for years, and who is gayer than Liberace on steroids, called QB-One a real son-of-a-bitch and said he ought to be tied to a pickup truck and dragged down five miles of bad Wyoming road.

Cottontail recovered and is off and running strong, which is good.  QB-One is living under an assumed name in Cleveland.  She got the house and the car; he got the first shaft he never enjoyed.

As for me, I'm in Columbus, Ohio.  I live in a condominium just off machine gun alley.  We had another shooting last week, but so what?  The Columbus PD published their homicide statistics for this year, and out of eleven homicides only one was white - a road rage case.  One was Latino, and the rest were blacks, and I'm talking real pavement apes here.  I think two of these have been solved.  The rest are being investigated.  Well, whatever.

I have one aunt and uncle who moved from their two story home into a ranch style condo, then from there into an assisted living facility.  They should have moved sooner, and didn't.  Uncle isn't happy about anything, as a series of strokes has left him unable to do much of anything.  Standing and walking are major issues.  Aunt can't lift anything, and actually has trouble standing due to a bad back - and by bad, I mean seriously bad.  Weather permitting, they go for walks next to a forest, listen to music and watch the idiot box.  Somebody shoot me if I ever get like this.

Right now, I have a good life, for which I'm thankful.  Thanks for reading.

Can you hear me now?

 Yesterday morning (Thursday, February 22, 2024) the unthinkable happened: Cell service quit working.  No texting, no Internet, no email, no various social media sites, no nothing.  The various providers just shut down.

I'm going to pontificate about this for a little while.  Read and enjoy as you like.

Russia versus Ukraine: Where are we and what are we up to?

I've been following the Russia vs. Ukraine war on and off.  I lost a sawbuck when I bet that Russia would win a decisive victory in less than a year.  So, easy come, easy go.  Then I tripped over an empty bottle of gin and stumbled onto a piece by the irascible bleeding hearts at Human Rights Watch, and it got me to thinking - always a dangerous condition for me and anyone in the blast radius.

Why is Russia attacking Ukraine anyway?

Keep reading, including the bleeding heart snowflakes who would usually rather shove a handful of number two where the sun don't shine rather than read a paragraph of my insensitive ramblings.