Black Plague, Los Angeles Homeless, and a Crapcopter with a Flamethrower

That last should get Glen Filthie, owner and operator of Filthie's Thunderbox , started right up.  You see, Glen has been having an argument with the boys in the Treehouse Club about drones and low yield nuclear devices, Vulcan Cannons, and the end of the world as ISIS would like to know it.

Then there's Los Angeles and the brand knew revelation by a cartoonist and a noteworthy doctor that, surprise-surprise, L.A. is going to be facing a very serious health crises in the near future.

Keep reading for my politically incorrect rant, which is guaranteed to anger and activate any and all special little snowflakes in a sixty mile radius.  The drone argument is at the end.

SJWs Reach a Brand New Low

I broke my toes on an empty case of bourbon, fell into my office chair and multi-fingered the keyboard for about three eternities.  When I was able to see again, I found myself staring at Quillette, and the article Publicly Shaming a Musician for Calling a Composition by Its Name by Kurt Gottschalk.  It looked interesting.

The SJWs are still at it, this time in Nova Scotia.  The event was a gathering of... well, I better insert the standard warning before I continue, because I'm going to get nasty.  If you're an SJW, continue at your own risk.

Plight of the Children and Others

I saw this on... okay, somewhere.  I think it's incredibly stupid, and for any of you who want to know why I find it incredibly stupid, keep reading.  The rest of you can keep surfing.

Did You Know?

Use Your Words! Use Your Words!

I hear this all the time, mainly from Millennials trying to settle two or more squabbling kids.  Instead of saying, "You kids settle yourselves down, and I mean now!", they say "Use your words! Use your words!"

What words are they talking about?

Continue for a brief lesson on training children that hasn't won any awards from Psychology Today, Good Housekeeping, or Parenting magazine.

Bricks and Free Speech

I occasionally read Kim du Toit, and although I don't agree with everything he writes, he usually has a fairly solid take on political events.  At the very least, the man is demonstrably literate.

On a recent post Kim referenced a Tweet by some moronic Moonbat about Antifa disruptions, milkshakes, and bricks (see the pic).

Sarah Gailey

Another blogger who I'm not familiar with picked up the tweet and wrote about it:

Tor Books Blogger Sarah Gailey Calls For Violence and Murder After Reporter Andy Ngo Attacked by Antifa by John Trent

Tor Books blogger and the author of Magic for Liars and the American Hippo Sarah Gailey called for violence and murder following the attack on reporter Andy Ngo by members of Antifa.

Gailey, in a number of now-deleted tweets, called for not only violence against those opposing Antifa, but also called for murder.

On June 30th, Gailey tweeted, “If we can’t throw milkshakes I guess we’ll just have to go back to bricks.” One of the weapons used in the attack against Ngo was a milkshake. Portland police reported they had been informed that wet cement mix had been mixed in with milkshakes that were being used as weapons by Antifa.

Sarah Gailey has since deleted the tweets, they having served their purpose and now being something of a liability.  Kim wrote what I would call a typical Kim-style response in Kim du Toit - Gloves Off

From Kim:

I repeat, for the umpteenth time: are you Leftist lunatics absolutely sure you want to start down this road?

Continue reading for my own take on this one, but be forewarned: If you're a sensitive little POS or a member of some subculture that's always getting offended, take your Xanax before you continue reading.

Happy July 4th, 2019 - Independance Day!

I could pontificate about the bad old days, April 19, 1775 – September 3, 1783 (8 years, 4 months and 15 days), with the official ratification effective on May 12, 1784 (9 years and 23 days), but I won't.  The Revolutionary War was a tough time all over, mainly because the British were not the benevolent monarchy they thought they were, and most of their subjects were pissed off at them - enough to go after some relief.

You know how bad things have to get before people will organize to do anything, let alone take up arms and go to war?  Pretty bad, for sure.

These days we prefer to celebrate and proclaim our independence from tyrannical foreign powers.  Like Canada, for instance.

Keep reading for a few insights and inflammatory comments, not all of which are original.

An Accurate Tweet

I don't like Twitter.   I can't see tweeting anything much beyond the occasional insult to some foaming at the yap social sub-class whose members are terminally confused about reality and which restroom to use.

However, comma.

Big Mike shot this one over to me, and the author is completely in step with reality and is as succinct as he is accurate.

Tweet by James Poulos

Don't you just love it?  Portland, where you need an AR-15 and eyes in the back of your head if you're a journalist.  Los Angeles, where the rat problem is worse than New York City's, and gentrification consists of an outfitter's tent or a car that actually runs.  Then there's San Francisco, where residents are discovering weird new (to the U.S.) diseases that were previously confined to the open sewers of the middle ages and modernized third worlds.

So here's a tip of the old fedora and a hoist of the morning bourbon glass to James Poulos. I'd go out drinking with you anytime, James.

Bury My Hatchet at Wounded Knee

Well, here we go.  The Indians are trying to run this ragged old flag up the pole instead of shoving it where it belongs, and - keep reading if you want, but know that non-politically correct language lies ahead alongside my alcohol fueled views on Injuns and history in general.

RFI: Blogger States and Other Mysteries

I'm looking over the statistics for my little slice of annoyance and trying to decide if I should be depressed or elated because, you see, on one hand people are actually reading my blog, but on the other hand my readers include people like that beer swilling, gun loving Canadian Glen Filthie, and when you come right down to it I'd like to think that a few respectable individuals waste their time here as opposed to TV SitCom reruns on Hulu.

Dispensing with the levity, I have one post that's getting a lot of hits and I don't know just why this might be.   The post with the heavy traffic is Restaurant Review: Simms Steakhouse, which is an ordinary review.  This would bother me a good deal less than it does, but one referring site is (interrupted)

Edit (6/24/19): click on apeniano dot top below at your own risk.  The site triggered Malwarebytes, then when I opted not to continue, it showed me a xxx nude female advertising something, and she wasn't pushing a new breakfast cereal. 

My thanks to Ed for the heads up.


(continued)

apeniano.top. The site doesn't seem to do anything or be anything, and I was hoping someone could shed a little light on this.

Would someone please enlighten me as to who or what apeniano dot top is?

Restaurant Review: The Grass Skirt Tiki Room

Grass Skirt Tiki Room

Grass Skirt Tiki Room
105 N Grant Ave. Columbus, OH 43215
(At the corner of Long and Grant)
(614) 429-3650
Grass Skirt Tiki Room
Grass Skirt Email


Hours
Mon: 11am – 10pm
Tue–Thr: 11am – 11pm
Fri-Sat: 11am – 12am
Sun: CLOSED

David versus Goliath - Oberlin College

I picked up on A win for the little guys... thanks to the Old NFO, and while I was out drinking last night I heard that Oberlin got their Liberal philosophy shoved sideways up their collective fundament with a bucket of sand to make it fit better.  After that, they got the crap slapped out of them.

For anyone not familiar with this situation, here's a quick summary:

Dinner and Drinking

I have nothing profound to write about today, although news is plentiful if an idle person decides to look.  One story I enjoyed is available at the Antique Naval Flight Officer's blog, where our noble host celebrates a significant victory of a small but honest and trustworthy family owned business over the evil group of POS (perpetually offended snowflakes) that run Oberlin University, and who whipped the student body into a self-righteous knickers-twisted fury, when... go read it for yourself.

Kicking the Habit

Loyal Reader: Hey there, Mad Jack!  How are you?  It's almost 1:30 PM and you don't have a cocktail sitting next to the keyboard.  Are you sure you're feeling alright?

Hat Tip to Fred Reed

Here's a tip of the old fedora and a hoist of the early, early afternoon bourbon glass to that bellicose bellyacher, superior sorehead, that lovable old curmudgeon, Fred Reed.  Fred moved his blog from wherever it was to The Unz Review, where his work can be found at Fred Reed. The man himself can be found somewhere in Ajijic, Jalisco, Mexico.  Fred claims the relocation was necessary for financial reasons, and who am I to argue?  Me, I think Fred may be bringing in a few extra bucks, which is always nice.

I like reading Fred's articles, which I believe reflect whatever occurs to Fred that afternoon.  Should I ever win the lottery, I plan to take a trip to Mexico, find Fred, and buy him a drink.

Kermit Gosnell Employees and Associates Sentencing

Having read the book, Gosnell: The Untold Story of America's Most Prolific Serial Killer Kindle Edition by Ann McElhinney and Phelim McAleer , and seen the film Gosnell: The Trial of America's Biggest Serial Killer (2018), I can tell you that the entire case is horrific.  In my opinion the book and the film should not be available to anyone under 25; the things that are shown and described really did happen.

I have two questions about the entire Gosnell case - only two:

• One, what happened to the employees who assisted Gosnell, or who knew what he was doing and never said anything?
• Two, how many more fiends like Gosnell are out there, still operating freely?

Here's what I was able to discover, and it wasn't easy to find.

My comments are at the end of blog post and are not fit for anyone who is easily offended or has a thin skin.

RFI: System Software Question

I'm running Windoze 7.

Edit: Problem solved thanks to Merlin, who suggested:

You could always zip the entire directory structure, then unzip to a location without restoring the paths. This would essentially flatten your entire directory structure to a single level.

Just why a man of such brilliance and good taste would be hanging out here will remain one of life's little mysteries. 

My thanks to everyone else for their help, as it is truly appreciated.


I have a directory e:\foo, and under that I have many subdirectories:

e:\foo\foo_a
e:\foo\foo_b
e:\foo\foo_c
e:\foo\foo_d
e:\foo\foo_e

and under those, many other subdirectories:

e:\foo\foo_a\foo_1
e:\foo\foo_c\foo_2
e:\foo\foo_e\foo_3

and at the end of each tree there may be a file:

e:\foo\foo_a\foo_1\foo-file1.xxx
e:\foo\foo_b\foo-file2.dox
e:\foo\foo_c\foo_2\foo-file6.crp
e:\foo\foo_d\foo-file7.asc
e:\foo\foo_e\foo_3\foo-file99.099

I want a utility to navigate the tree, and when it finds a file I want it to copy that file to a single directory, such as:

e:\MyCollectedFiles

thus putting all the files in one place and eliminating this tree.  I've looked and haven't found anything except sites offering free spyware.

Is there such a utility anywhere?

Joke Time - Moms Then, Moms Now

I got this pic from someplace or other, but it inspired me to a certain degree.

Then and Now

Keep reading, as it amuses you to do so.


Moms Then: Say that again and I'll wash your mouth out with soap!
Moms Now: That word is inappropriate.
Kids Then: Yes ma'am.
Kids Now: Mister Fathead, my assistant school shrink, said it's okay because it's part of self-expression an' shit.

Moms Then: You'll eat what I make whether you like it or not. There are starving children in this world.
Moms Now: Good job trying one bite of the dinner I made. Now you can have Mac & Cheese.
Kids Then: So wrap up this slop and send it to 'em, they're so hungry. Look, the dog won't even eat it.
Kids Now: I don't want Mac & Cheese. I want McDonalds.

Moms Then: You better stop crying or I'll really give you something to cry about!
Moms Now: I can see you're upset. Take a deep breath and use your words.
Kids Then: ::silence::
Kids Now: Last time I used my words, grandma washed out my mouth with Dawn dish soap!

Moms Then: You want to go out? Take your bike. Be home before dark.
Moms Now: You can't walk around the block by yourself. I'll drive you. Text me when you need a ride back.
Kids Then: Bye!
Kids Now: Why not? Grampa told me about the time he was gone for a week before anyone noticed, and you used to go anywhere you wanted - back in the old days.

Moms Then: Take a brown bag with a bologna sandwich on Wonder bread. Grab a Twinkie and a Hawaiian Punch too.
Moms Now: I packed your bento box with almond butter on whole grain, kale chips, and an organic smoothie.
Kids Then: Thanks! Can I get an extra Twinkie today? Please?
Kids Now: Good. Send it to the starving kids in India Grandma keeps karping about, and gimme a ten spot for Taco Hell.

Quora Question: I Give My Girlfriend...

Here's the entire question:


I give my girlfriend money to buy groceries, and she buys random things. I then have to buy groceries so that an actual meal can be prepared. How can I teach her how to buy groceries like an adult?

This guy's an idiot.  I wrote another answer that may offend the delicate sensibilities of the Quora moderators.

Quora Question: How did polka dancing originate?

Incredible as it may seem, someone wants an answer to this one.  So I provided one, and the real question is, one what?

My contribution will likely be deleted in a few minutes, but one never knows.  Keep reading for the truth about Polka.

When the Pellets Hit the Windmill

I note that Peter Grant the Bayou Renaissance Man has published two more posts on the collapse of civilization during a catastrophe.  You may read them as it amuses you to do so at An Interesting Look at Urban Defense (May 11, 2019) and Urban Conflict: A Recent Object Lesson (May 14, 2019).

Most of the time I find I'm in general agreement with whatever Peter has to say.  I perceive Peter to be an intelligent, erudite man with an unusual amount of life experience.  He's also a Christian, with a solid set of Christian morals and ethics.  So most of the time I think Peter has the right of it, but this time he's overlooking a few points.  Here they are, in no general order.

Curtis Reeves Chad Oulson Shooting - Slow Progress

I wrote about this case before, but for the sake of convenience a brief summary is called for.

Curtis Reeves, a 71 year old retired police captain, was at the Cobb Grove 16 Theater in Wesley Chapel, Florida with his wife.  Chad Oulson, a 41 year old, physically fit, hardworking man, was at the same movie with his wife, and was sitting in front of Reeves.  During the pregame show Chad was texting someone, Curtis objected, and words were exchanged.  The short of it is that Reeves had a container of popcorn which Oulson seized and threw at him.

So Reeves shot Oulson with a .380 automatic and killed him.

Facts About Bees, Trees, and Latinos

I went out for lunch today, which was a mistake.  For a sawbuck I got an overly large portion of meatloaf and gravy, a somewhat lesser portion of mashed potatoes, and a small helping of canned green beans.  The beans were the best part of the meal; the meatloaf upset my delicate constitution.

On my way back from the restaurant I found a Mexican man in my driveway, explaining to my neighbor (not that one, thank the Lord) that there were bees up in the pine tree behind my house.  Just why I'd care about this is beyond me, but he insisted on pointing them out until I, surprise-surprise, saw a swarm of bees at the top of one of the pine trees behind my house.

Well, hot damn.

I told him to let 'em be (clever pun intended) because they were important to the ecology.  He agreed, but he kept talking about the bees.  I wanted to go inside, so I finally just shrugged it all off and left him to his own devices.

Naturally, that's when the fun started.

Advice Wanted: Response to Disgusting Story

I have a friend in Cleveland who, for reasons associated with dementia and drunkenness, hit me with this question the other day.  I knew what I might say, but advising him on what to say is a different matter.  One that requires diplomacy and a kind, considerate demeanor.

If you're a thin skinned politically correct special little snowflake, I'm warning you right up front that it's hotter than the hinges on the gates of hell below the fold.  Keep reading and you'll end up a tiny puddle of water with a permanently bent mind.

The rest of you, keep going.  It's business as usual.

Walking in a Dangerous Area - Pack Your Whatever

I was minding my own business and nursing my morning bourbon, when I ran across this little gem in my email, courtesy of Spot Crime.

Spot Crime uses local police reports, and although it's a long way from being complete it's better than nothing.  For instance, I live near Machine Gun Alley, and we had a shooting next to my condo complex recently involving two cars, four people, one shooter, and two targets.  One driver collected six and lived to tell about it, while his passenger jumped out and ran for it.  She collected one to the lung and lived to tell about it.  The shooter hasn't been caught, and neither has his buddy.

Here's today's report, which includes this little gem: Indecent Exposure.

Indecent Exposure!

Red hot damn!  Probably some chick walking around topless, protesting for the LGBT movement or free speech or something.  Maybe I can track down a few pix!

Before we go any further, the usual warning applies.  The rest of the post is not politically correct and is deliberately designed to offend people.  If you're a regular reader, keep going.  All others return to their safe area - Slash dot, Face Book, whatever.

Shamless Commercial Message - But Worth Reading

Brigid Johnson could certainly be described as an accomplished woman, but that's an understatement.  She's pretty much got it all - she intelligent, talented, erudite, and she's hotter than a five dollar pistol on Saturday night.  Yeah, all that and a fifth of top shelf bourbon.

She's also married.

Brigid has published another book which shot to the top of the Amazon bestseller list like a Stinger missile going after a Soviet Hind.  When the dust cleared it was revealed that all the proceeds from the sales are going to charity.  Brigid funds an animal rescue and a veteran's charity organization.

Lessons is available on Amazon, here: True Course: Lessons Learned From a Life Aloft

It's a great read and a worthy cause.

And now, back to my regularly scheduled Happy Hour.

Ess Oh Ess Update (Second Update)

I wrote a post a few days back asking for the odd get well card for Eva, a young lady recovering from a kidney transplant.  You can read it here as it amuses you to do so.

The response was significant, and the cards filled a shopping bag.  My sincere thanks to all of you who took the time to send Eva a get well card.

Eva is still recovering, and still in isolation.  We have no news about when she'll get out.  Should anyone want to send another card, I'm sure she'd enjoy hearing from you.  The address is:

Eva
C/O CULVERS
1912 STATE ROUTE 256
REYNOLDSBURG OH 43068-3131

Eva is 11 years old and in fifth grade.

Have a great day, and thanks again for your cards and letters.

* ~  * ~  * ~  * ~  * ~  * ~  * ~  * ~  * ~  * ~  * ~  * ~  * ~  * ~  * ~ *

Most recent update (4/29/2019); I got this from Carole, who is the originator of this entire effort:

JACKPOT!!!
I delivered 48 cards, 6 books, and 1 coloring book.  Here's a message from Eva's grandmother to all of you: "What a blessing.  I have no words to express my gratitude."

Quora Question: Christianity and Homosexuals, Bisexuals, and OtherSexuals

I've been censored on Quora, and little wonder.  Someone posed the question:

Christians, if you found out your son or daughter is gay, would you lovingly accept their partner into your home?

Dumb old me, I have to answer it.  Keep reading for a politically incorrect answer to the question along with a semi-civilized debate with two other Quora users who disagreed with me.

Disclaimer: Your mileage may vary, void where prohibited, any trigger warning you can think of has officially been made in this general statement: Rhino hides only!  If you're a sensitive perpetually pissed off little snowflake, the rest of this post is likely to damage your tender little psyche.

Dangerous content lurks below the fold.

Quora Question: Did some husbands in the 1950's really get their wives lobotomized?

From someone on Quora:  Did some husbands in the 1950's really get their wives lobotomized?

Yes, they did.  Men who were psychiatrists (meaning they are an M.D.) had the authority to have anyone committed to a mental institution against their will, and to be medicated against their will.  The treatments in the mental hospital could, and often did, include a lobotomy.  Electroshock therapy was also popular.

Ess Oh Ess - Card or Two Wanted

I occasionally scan through a social media platform called Next Door, mainly because it costs nothing and every once in a while I get some news about crime, taxation, and how our lunatic fringe lefty local government is giving me the shaft.  It always cheers me up to know that I'm not alone.

The other day I stumbled across a message from some well-meaning good Samaritan, and decided to help out a little.

Here's the message from Ms. Samaritan:

Eva's been housebound since early January when she got a kidney transplant. Eva just turned 11, and she is in fifth grade. Doctors do not want her around anyone who might be contagious. I sent her a card and it made her day to get mail. Help bring a smile to her face. Just mail her a card to:
Eva
C/O CULVERS
1912 STATE ROUTE 256
REYNOLDSBURG OH 43068-3131

I don't know any of these people, and I don't eat at Culver's. That being the case, this poor kid is having a hard time of it.  She's recovering from surgery and has been confined to quarters since January.  They don't want money, all they want is a 'get well' card.

A card?  That's it?

So I sent her two get well cards and a letter, and if she's somewhat cheered by my gesture, so much the better. 

My request is simple.  If any of you casual readers would send this child a get well card, I will raise a glass in your honor and give you a tip of the old fedora.  I'm thinking that the further away you live, the better she'll like it - distance being a sort of modifier to the marginal utility of the card.  See?

Okay Ladies and Gents - one card from the dollar store, one stamp from wherever, and that's that.  My thanks in advance.

When a Free Country is No Longer Free

Some well meaning soul included me on his spam list, and as a result I fat-fingered the keyboard and ended up running this video instead of deleting it.  I'm kind of glad that I did.

For those of you who have never heard of her, and up until today I hadn't, Lauren Southern is a red hot blonde from Canada who is also a decent journalist.  If you believe her website, she reports on the stories that commercial media refuses to cover, or that commercial media lies about.

Like Muslim violence in Australia, for instance.

Keep reading for an option on two outstanding videos and an islamophobic, misanthropic rant by yours truly.  Warning: If you're a thin skinned perpetually pissed off little snow flake, better take a pass on this one - you'll be terminally offended.

Piracy and Governmental Protection

I got this story courtesy of my Internet buddy, Old NFO, where he announced that a Texas author was getting hosed over by pirates in Canada, the Canadian government, and the U.S. Government.  You can read about it Boosting the Signal as it amuses you to do so.  Continue reading my own diatribe at your own risk, knowing that if you're a snowflake and I've somehow failed to offend you, it isn't for lack of trying.

Old NFO Spam Attack

Old NFO complains that he's the target of spammers, and that it's taking him the best part of his sober life to get rid of all the spam messages.

Check it out at %&*#%)!!!, and take a look at one spam message he failed to delete.  This one:

The nerve of some people!

Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez Explained

Unless you missed the bus, everyone within earshot is aware of Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, moonbat extraordinaire, and her Green New Deal.  If you're bored or in need of amusement at someone else's expense, you can read about the proposed train wreck here: Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez Releases Green New Deal Outline.

What people with any kind of intelligence wonder is why something like this would even be proposed, as it's completely nonsensical.  Well, I'll tell you.

April Fool's Day 2019

Well, it's good old April Fool's Day again.  In a moment of alcohol induced inspiration, I decided to list a few April Fool's jokes that either took place on April first, or didn't but were good anyway.  I also decided to list one or two that equate roughly to two redneck friends with a case of beer and a .22 pistol, who decide it would be fun to shoot cans off each others' heads.

Keep reading for a few politically incorrect and potentially disastrous jokes and stories.

California Gun Law Struck Down as Unconstitutional

Ever get mail (USPS mail) that says Important!, or Time Sensitive Data Enclosed!, or maybe it's Winner! Winner! Chicken Dinner!, or something similar, and you fail to open it because we all know it isn't really important (to you, anyway) and is a complete waste of paper, ink, and your time?

No?  Tell me your secret.

Toledo Talk: Obsequy

I've managed to make contact with the somewhat elusive JR, owner and SysOp of the now defunct message board Toledo Talk.  Many people who were active on Toledo Talk are sad to see that it's down for the final count, but (as JR explained) when the party's over, it's over.  He made it clear that he's not interested in selling it or seeing it resurrected.  The lights are off, there aren't any cars in the driveway, and nobody's home.

I see his point.  As of this writing (3/30/2019), the alternate message board for Toledo,  Swamp Bubbles, is also down.  Prior to the technical difficulties that closed it, the site showed no signs of being administered by anyone, and only four or five people ever posted anything.  The mainstay was a retired school teacher with the initials Dale Pertcheck, who displayed a decided list to port, a reluctance to entertain facts that failed to conform to his opinions, and enough hubris for two rap stars.  Needless to say, I didn't agree with him on social or political issues - or any other topics.

As for the abrupt shut down, shutting off the lights without warning precluded all the protests and tearful farewells that would have followed.  That, along with offers to buy the site and keep it running, were best left consigned to electronic thombolia.

So here's a final hoist of the morning bourbon glass and a tip of the old fedora to JR - you did it right, old sport.

Doctor Drill

About a week ago I was reminded by a politely enthusiastic medical technician or clerical assistant that my next appointment with Doctor Drill was in three days.  Purpose: Keep Doctor Drill's woman in high heels.

RIP Toledo Talk

I'm very sad to announce the closing of a local message board.  Toledo Talk was hosted by JR, who kept the place free of retards and trolls for years.  By following a few links, I discovered this final message from the SysOp:

Notice: Late in the evening on Tuesday, March 12, 2019, Toledo Talk closed its doors to new content. The site began late in the evening on January 17, 2003. 16 years. That's enough. Thanks to the many people who made this place interesting. Adios amigos.
- jr

I met many interesting, intelligent, and erudite people on Toledo Talk, and while I didn't agree with all of them I can honestly say that I have a good deal of respect for everyone I met - both on line and in a few cases, in person.

While I'm sorry to see the old place close down, nothing last forever.  My thanks to JR for keeping the lights on all those years.

Here's an official hoist of the happy hour bourbon glass and a tip of the old fedora to JR.  Thanks JR!

The Saga of the Relaxation Station in Fostoria

Alright, alla you pre-verts, ne'er-do-wells, and bums having better things to do but aren't doing 'em right now, grab your favorite alcoholic beverage and sit back.  I'm about to relate an important segment of history concerning the ubiquitous oriental massage parlor and associated regulatory law as we heathens in the 21^st century have come to know and revile it.

Now then.

RFI and Advice Needed

For my sins, I live in a condominium.  This means dealing with the condo association, which should be pretty easy, you might think.  Not to put too fine a point on it, but you'd be wrong.  Keep reading if you want to be entertained for a few minutes, have a good laugh at someone else's expense, and maybe offer some advice.  You don't even have to be sober.

Moonbats, Primates, and Primative Cultures

I read Knuckledraggin My Life Away by Wirecutter on a fairly regular basis, and between the rants about stupidity and the gifs of naked broads, he actually puts together a good essay every so often.  These aren't diamonds in the rough, either.  This is stuff that's really worth reading.  In between times he publishes quotes (likely without permission, although no one in their right mind would object, and the moonbats are all whiny little things of undecided sexual identification who are horrified by firearms and fisticuffs) and stories from others.  This latest is one such, and is worth reading.

Picking on Glen Filthie

The hoople heads are picking on Glen Filthie again.  This all started when Glen walked into last Sunday's show n' tell with his shop class project which he claimed was a camp stove, but from the look of it was either a shoe shine box or an ash tray.  One thing we could all agree on was that no one was foolish enough to ask him to fuel the mystery burner up and torch it off.

Then some idiot sitting in the back of the class opened his fat yap and suggested Glen's corn bread wasn't done in the middle, and that set it off.  Personally, I think it was that M. Silvius that started the whole thing.

So Glen went off Boiling With RAGE, and... go read about it if you're interested in UFOs and close encounters of the worst kind, but I'm told the outcome is that the little green men from outta space have concluded that while life on earth is intelligent, that intelligence is somewhat perverse.  And so we've been interdicted.

Meantime, I have no idea what these hosers think camping is actually all about.  For instance, their idea of a tent and mine bear (bare?) no similarity at all.

Teaching History Instead of Math

I found this someplace on the web this morning.  I was about to let it slide, but the longer I thought about it, the more irate I became.

Good Samaritan Fallout

I'm not what any sane man of average intelligence would call a good Samaritan.  I'm a crusty old curmudgeon, generally half in the bag.  I like dogs, cats, guns, and whiskey.  I don't like people, which is why I live alone.  Well, one reason anyway.

So a few months back when my neighbor, Next-door Nancy, asked me for a ride to the bank and then to the grocery store, I pretty much shrugged it off and told her we'd put it on the street in five.  That's how it got started.

Requim for a Website

A local message board that I used to enjoy reading and contributing to some years back turned into an SJW hotel with about three residents, all on moral welfare.  You'll find them sitting in the lobby on broken down, lice infested furniture, watching TV and mumbling about the devil in the White House.

I Got Your Progressivism - Right Here!

While reading a local (Toledo, Ohio) message board, Toledo Talk, I came across a somewhat provocative thread which was almost guaran-damn-teed to inspire a few demagogic comments from the multitude of literate but inerudite contributors: Racist Threats and Harassment at Toledo Workplace.

I was able to restrain myself, and confine my somewhat pithy comments to my own ambit - this blog.

The following is not safe for work and might cause a brain aneurysm in any warm, sensitive Caspar Milquetoast SJW.  Your mileage may vary.

Michael A. Stackpole: The Resurection!

I've had several questions about the state of noted author Michael A. Stackpole.  On January 5th, 2019, I wrote that Stackpole was on the dark side of the lawn (as in pushing up daisies, six feet under, deep-sixed, checked out, living in the box condo, etc.), having committed seppuku (harakiri).  I made the remark that:

The cause of his untimely demise was self-impalement upon Constance, Stackpole's personal +5 Holy Avenger.

Meaning that he fell on his sword (publicly resigned GAMA) and so became a martyr for all to see and admire.

The +5 Holy Avenger is a reference to the Dungeons and Dragons fantasy role playing game.  In the game, a paladin (holy warrior) might gain a magical sword, the much coveted and oft abused plus five holy avenger.  Such items are often intelligent and have their own name, hence Constance.


The point of all this is to ridicule Stackpole's resignation.  More people have heard of Stackpole than have ever heard of GAMA, and the only people who could possibly give a tinker's damn about Himself's ostentatious resignation are Himself and the other members of the board, who are well rid of a grandiose gadfly.

To the best of my knowledge, Michael A. Stackpole is still with us, for good or ill.  Physically, anyway.  Mentally might be a different story.

Patricia Pulling has been worm's food for over 20 years, and hence has nothing to say.  She said plenty when she was alive, but that was then and this is now.

However Gamergate got into this dog pile, I guess it's in.  It's old news, and the reason that it's difficult to understand is because it's all about the hysterical actions and reactions of SJWs under self-induced delirium.

You can learn all about Gamergate by reading What Is Gamergate, and Why? An Explainer for Non-Geeks along with Know Your Meme - Gamergate, which gives a slightly more comprehensible explanation.

From Know Your Meme:

GamerGate refers to the online backlash against perceived breaches of journalistic integrity on video game news sites that occurred as a result of the Quinnspiracy, an online controversy surrounding indie game developer Zoe Quinn's alleged affairs with a number of men working in the video game industry, including Kotaku staff writer Nathan Grayson. The term has also since been used to describe the group of internet users, based mainly on Twitter, who claim that there is a lack of transparency within the video game journalism industry. These same people have also been criticized of practicing misogyny and sexism by many, through harassment and trolling, referring to their opposition as social justice warriors.

That's all the explanation I'm going to write today.

Michael A. Stackpole, Dead at 61

Noted author, game designer, and sociopolitical commentator Michael A. Stackpole passed away somewhat messily on January 5th, 2019 at precisely 3:00 PM EST.  The cause of his untimely demise was self-impalement upon Constance, Stackpole's personal +5 Holy Avenger.  He did not go gently into that good night.

When notified of Stackpole's demise, infamous social butterfly Patricia Pulling had this to say:

Government Shutdown - Emergency! Emergency! Emergency!

Things are worse than I thought. Much worse. According to Daniel Greenfield at Sultan Knish, the world may end in a few days if the government isn't restored to its former grandeur.

Check out Government Shuts Down, Nation Descends into Riots, Looting and Cannibalism.

From the article:

In Chuckolod County, Colorado, a transgender person was denied access to the Ladies Room. Frantic calls to the Justice Department were forwarded to an answering service in Depar, India, instead of Doneparre City, Indiana. In Brooklyn, New York, an overweight Iraqi woman was unable to obtain a sign language interpreter while waiting on line to collect her free Obamaphone. In Olegon Falls, Florida, the National Museum of Native American Yarn was forced to shut down depriving schoolchildren of an educational experience and three hours throwing bits of yarn at each other.

I didn't know the government was still giving away free phones.

Happy New Year - 2019!

It is now the Year of Our Lord Two-Thousand Ten-andNine.  Happy new year to all of you reading this.  Having dispensed with the social amenities, I will now pour myself a little eye opener and get down to business.

Published! Rimworld - Militia Up by JL Curtis

Here's a shameless commercial plug for the latest work by JL Curtis.

JL Curtis Rimworld Series

It was supposed to be a simple contract for a couple of months of security services off world, but the devil’s in the details.

Tight Bridge Technologies hired Ethan Fargo and his militia to guard their power stations on the planet Endine against mob unrest and sabotage. When they arrive, they find the planetary authorities don’t want outsiders around to uncover their dirty secrets, and the Galactic Patrol’s not interested in providing backup. They all but order him to stop making waves, kicking asses, and taking names. The harder Fargo works to keep his people safe, the more troubles he finds. Dragoons and pirates are stalking the outer system, while the planet itself is a snakepit of treachery, tyranny, rebellion, and corruption. Everyone wants him to fail, while taking the blame.

They made one mistake: they underestimated Ethan Fargo. After the mob kills two of his Ghorkas, and kidnap his lady, he’s out for blood, and to hell with anything in his way…

Check out the original post at Rimworld - Militia Up is Done (at last!).  JL is an excellent storyteller and writer. His characterization is strong and consistent, and his plot is reminiscent of the good old stuff. I enjoy his writing, and I'd recommend it to anyone who likes science fiction.

Congratulations to Momma Fargo!

Here's a hoist of the afternoon bourbon glass and a tip of the old fedora to Momma Fargo, who can now be properly referred to as Magister Fargo.  Read the entire story at Ma-story (pronounced mastery only spelled different) Accomplished.

Mental Health Warning

Do-gooders abound everywhere.  My father ran afoul of the do-gooder staff and got locked up for being somewhat naive.  Now it's my next-door neighbor, whom we'll call Lois, who has been entrapped.

Quora Question: Have you ever seen someone showing more than expected while wearing a skirt?

Have you ever seen someone showing more than expected while wearing a skirt?


Sure have.

Disclaimer: Not safe for anything.  Names changed to protect the guilty; there are no innocents.  Your mileage may vary.  The sleeves will ride up with wear.

Ha! Here Comes the Welcome Wagon!

A while ago I made an off-color adult oriented suggestion involving late night driving on the expressway and - never mind.  I opined that since we didn't have any female readers here, I should just drop the whole business.

I was wrong.

Thanksgiving 2018: Day 4 - Shootout in the Back Forty

It was just at dusk, and I was sitting downstairs at the bar considering which cocktail to start my evening with, when Albert strolled in.

"Dad's gonna shoot some guy!"

Hate Speech From the Feminazi Left

I have a first cousin once removed who we'll call TroubledClef.  He's a music major somewhere in the loony Left and will make his living by teaching music to the underprivileged but oh so talented public school children.  He's a senior and is just now realizing that starting a brand new career at twenty-something, with no experience, and $150,000 in school loan debt might be a bit of a bitch.

Thanksgiving 2018: Day 2

I spent the night at a Motel 6 in Mad City.  In the morning I got breakfast at Perkins Pancake House; waffle, scrambled eggs, sausage.  Absolutely delicious!  The people in Mad City are very nice, which is how I remember it.  Out of all the people I ever met in Mad City, I only found two, maybe three, whose absence would make the world a better place.  I'm very tempted to name them, but decorum and temporary sobriety cause me to decline.  One example of humanitarianism in Mad City I observed on my way out was the manager of Perkins Pancake House calling the police about a blonde woman who has been sleeping in her car in the parking lot.  The objection?  The blonde keeps
throwing her trash into the parking lot rather than the waste can.  The manager didn't care about her sleeping out there, just don't strew your garbage all over.  The blonde had been told, but never listens.

I hit the road and drive through Wisconsin.  What I'd really like to know is how the place ever got settled in the bad old days.  The terrain is beautiful, but the winters are harsh and the settlers had to clear land, build a cabin and a barn, plant stuff, get enough food to eat in the meantime, and chop enough firewood to survive the winter.  I wonder how many froze to death, or broke a leg or an arm and died, or died in childbirth, or whatever.  Clearly, a few survived.

I arrived at Shotgun Bob's around 1:30 PM, local time.  There are five dogs and two cats.  I plan to compile an inventory and post it.

Inspired by Glen Filthie - Shooting the .45-70

Inspired by Glen Filthie over at Filthie's Thunderbox - Ow!.

Thaksgiving 2018: Day 1

November 20^th

I decided to go visit my brother, Shotgun Bob, this Thanksgiving.  I spent the previous two days cleaning the house and packing, and arranged for my Christian neighbor, Next-door Sandy, to feed and water Danté.  Big Mike was kind enough to stop in every few days and make sure the place hadn't burnt down, flooded out, or been burglarized in my absence.

Quora Question: Lying, Cheating, and An End to It All

Today is your lucky day!  Here are three incredibly dumb Quora questions that I took the time to answer.  Maybe I should contact the local bird cage liner and offer a sane alternative to Damn Landers...

World War 2 War Heros: Joachim Rønneberg

Ex-Main Lady sent me a copy of her svensk nyhetsbrev (Swedish newsletter), which had an article about WWII Norwegian hero Joachim Holmboe Rønneberg who passed away October 21st, 2018.

Quora Question: What programs are being done to keep the children in rural and urban areas fit?

Another answer that's likely to be deleted. Well, here we go...

Widener's Revisited

About ten or more days ago (time flies when you're old and half in the bag most of the day), some enterprising ne'er-do-well offered me some cheese if I'd give them a free plug.  I really didn't think there was anything in it, but what the hell, right?  They offered a $25 gift certificate for a shameless commercial plug, and I snapped it up.  Well, I was a bit bored and it was after five o'clock eastern standard time.  What I expected was a gift certificate good for $25 off your order when you spend $250 or more, because why not?

But that's not what happened.

Quora Question: What does it feel like to be shot with a .22 caliber firearm?

Much as I'd like to oblige this genius with a first hand experience, this could be a legitimate question from a somewhat morbidly curious 8 year old.  So on June 28, 2017, I posted an answer.

Commercial Message from Widener's

I got this in my email today.  I haven't read my email in a few days, so it's a bit out of date.  Still and all, the advertisement is supposed to earn me a $25 gift certificate - hey, who can't use $25 worth of ammo, right? - and a chance to win free ammunition for one year.  Whatever that may mean.

Here's a copy of the email Jacob sent me.

Quora Question: Will it be ok to become a dancer if I am a transgender man?

I would say no.  No, it isn’t acceptable to become a dancer if you are a transgender man.  I say this for two reasons:

1. Dancing is an art form that requires a lot of passion and self-expression. People who succeed at dance are invariably sensitive and emotionally brittle. They don’t bend, but they do tend to break easily.

2. The world in general isn’t ready for an artist like you. You’ll draw unreasonable criticism from critics who know little to nothing about dance, but who know a vulnerable target when they see one. Even with a solid emotional support network, you’ll be under severe emotional strain and it will affect your dancing.

Best of luck to you.

Fan Email

To: Old Acquaintance
From: Mad Jack

My dear Old,

I'm sorry, but I really can't remember you.  You say we first met at a dance competition in Columbus, or we danced together and got a first (place award) in Columbus?  Or are you trying to say that I was your first, and we were at a dance competition in Columbus?

My memory isn't what it should be.

Yours,

Mad Jack

Old TV: Leave It to Beaver

Leave It To Beaver was a situation comedy that ran for 235 episodes from 1957 - 1963.  The preteen hero (Beaver) was always getting into a trivial crises by doing something so completely stupid that even a retarded ten year old wouldn't try it if you bribed him with a banana split.  Twenty minutes of canned laughter later the crises would get straightened out, and Beaver's father Ward would deliver a homiletic reprimand while the rest of the family suffered his didactic pontification in silence.  Occasionally Wally would beg for surcease, which served to drag the episode out.

Well, time passes as time is wont to do, and a while back someone asked me -

Sexual Harassment

Photo courtesy of AP Press via Page Six

Aretha Franklin (March 25, 1942 – August 16, 2018) died recently, and Motown gave her a real sendoff.  The funeral service lasted eight hours and change, and if you were deep in Left field and were anybody, you were invited to attend.  Somebodies sat up front, friends of somebodies got the second row, and so on - all the way back to the nosebleed seats on the sidewalk outside.  Well, that's Detroit for you.  They really know how to do a send off in Detroit.

A few hours into the service noted vocalist and nuevo moonbat personality Ariana Grande got up and performed (You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman.   After she took a bow and dropped the mic, she went over to join the emcee, Bishop Charles H. Ellis III, who put his arm around her and copped a feel.  An extended feel.

I saw a photo of it, and I truly believed that the photo had to be photoshopped.

I was wrong.

Midnight Shooter

Well, he's back.  I wrote about him here , posted about him on Craig's List (the post got flagged by some pencil neck geek and removed).  So now he's back.

On Monday, August 27^th, 2018 at or around 11:55 PM, some deranged pinhead torched off three shots about 25 yards or so from my house.  I called the Columbus PD and reported it as shots fired, and the dispatcher assured me that a unit would be sent to the area to investigate.  Then she wanted to know if I'd like to speak with the police in person.

No.

I was just falling off to sleep when (I suspect) Tyrone torched off a single, followed by a double tap.  This isn't the first time, and it won't be the last.

These Roads Are Not Safe!

My nephew Albert turned 16 last week.  His father, Shotgun Bob, brought him down South for a little visit.  I collected Big Mike and 88, and we all went out to dinner.  During this momentous occasion I debated about just what sort of wisdom I should impart to the little fellow as he achieved a state of mobility, approached high school graduation at a snail's pace, and now (thanks to Shotgun Bob) has a rolling bedroom.

So... somewhere between the second and fifth martini, I said, 'Albert?' I said.  'Albert, stop drooling over the tits at the next table and pay attention.  I've got something to tell you, and it's important.'

'Just when do you not have something important to say when you're half in the bag, Uncle Jack?'

'When I'm asleep or lost deep in thought.  Roughly the same thing.  So... where was I?  Ah.  Here we go...'

Three Wheel Death Trap

I've always liked cars.  Actually, I like anything with a motor - even riding lawnmowers.  The push mower you can keep and give to your teenage son or daughter, who clearly needs more exercise to remain a healthy and productive member of your family.

I saw this article on Rueters: Swiss Brothers Get Ready to Refloat the Bubble Car (August 16, 2018).  This might be a good idea in Switzerland, but not in the U.S.

Jay Austin and Lauren Geoghegan Dead Right There (DRT)

The dust cloud (well, one of them anyway) you're watching is the fuss over Jay Austin and Lauren Geoghegan, two citizens of the United States who took off on a shoestring bicycle journey around the world and ended up dead in a You-Name-It-Stan ditch.

Keep reading for a hardhearted look at them and the news media.  Warning: This missive is politically insensitive, personally insensitive, and hasn't been screened for trigger warnings, politically incorrect speech, and other bad things.  Read at your own risk.  Your mileage may vary.

Religion, Satanism, and Pedophilia

I never did trust the Catholic church, not even when I was a child. The nuns looked mean to me, and many of them were.  The Priests weren't allowed to get married, and even though I had no interest in marriage or girls or (heaven help us all) kissing a girl - yuck! - that didn't seem quite right to me either.

If you live in Pennsylvania (home state of serial killer Kermit Gosnell), and you read the local scandal sheet, you'd know that six tons of top quality fertilizer have just hit the turbine blades, and it's no small deal.

Keep reading for a somewhat atypical diatribe on the Catholic Church.  Politically incorrect comments are kept to a bare minimum, but your mileage may vary.

Take the Gloves Off and Speak Up!

Sarah Hoyt posted a missive about Hate Speech which is worth reading.  My summary of Sarah's missive is that the Moonbats, SJWs, and similar subcultures spew it, the rest of the world more or less tolerates it, and we shouldn't.

Several social media platforms have come under fire (ha ha) for censoring hate speech, but especially hate speech directed at white males. Because, well... I can't think of just why, or even if they are.  Censoring, that is.

Keep reading for a politically incorrect, socially insensitive yet well reasoned communiqué about free speech, social media, and the Internet.  I recommend that anyone with a thin skin dose themselves with 1 milligram of Xanax before reading.

Book Review: Instinct by James Patterson and Howard Roughan

Instinct (previously published as Murder Games) by James Patterson (Author) and Howard Roughan (Author)

My Rating: * out of *****

File Size: 1922 KB
Print Length: 369 pages
Page Numbers Source ISBN: 0316273961
Publisher: Little, Brown and Company (June 26, 2017)
Publication Date: June 26, 2017
Sold by: Hachette Book Group
Language: English
ASIN: B01M0CDHMG

insert your own standard disclaimer along with the caveat that your mileage may vary

PET Scan Results

In short, I'm cancer free.  I have no cancer.

A Truly Meaningless Post

I'm due for a PET scan tomorrow, which costs more than I could easily afford during the best of times.  Either stress, drugs, or the local environment has put me into a foul humor.  I don't want to talk to anyone.

Load Up and Get Ready

It's been over five years since the Zimmerman - Martin shooting.  Left alone, this event would eventually be remembered by those select few who study history these days.  And yes, that was a shot.  Sadly, there are a few people who don't want to let a sleeping dog lie.

So tonight we're off to the races.  Load up and keep reading for an opinionated piece grounded in cold facts.

Well, here we go.

In other news, 'they' canceled my CT scan.  'They' weren't 'comfortable' with giving 'me' a CT scan, given my allergy to CT Scan dye - even though I was premeditated (I'm using the past tense) with Prednisone and Benadryl.  'They' want to perform a magenta renaissance imaging (MRI) instead.

The pain in my throat, head, and neck is old news, and the side of my neck is no longer tender.  I'm reluctant to schedule this because of the cost.  No such thing as a free lunch, right?

A lot of this is in quote, deliberately.  They are the medical powers that be and remained nameless through the entire business.  The fact that they aren't comfortable (a truly annoying use of the word, as their comfort or lack thereof has never appeared on my list of priorities and likely never will) has a lot more to do with me, the consumer, cashing in my chips while lying on their table and undergoing a life saving test that they recommended.  I'm thinking that if they only knew that my own personal attorney is Johnny the Hammer, then they would fire me and take out a restraining order against me.

Disclaimer: In real life my attorney really is the notable Hammer, who really does specialize in medical malpractice.  He tends to win.  He also is dead set against the Second Amendment but will defend gun owners with the ferocity of a mama honey badger defending her kittens, and the tenacity of a Rottweiler with a band new rawhide chew toy.

As I write this, I'm so screwed up on Prednisone that I'm over-typing my own eyesight.  Or something.  I ingested two of the three Prednisone tablets before some nice lady called me early this morning to tell me my test was cancelled.  I'm glad she called before I took the third tablet and the Benadryl, which would have made me too tired to function and too nervous to rest.

Tomorrow will be a better day.

Tomorrow...

Tomorrow is the big day.  Tuesday morning at 9:00 AM EST I get my CT scan, then I have an appointment with the ENT doc to check the results and plan for treatment, depending on the phases of the moon and the lumps on Fathead's noggin.

I'm not all that worried.  The pain is mostly gone, and only annoys me at night.  I haven't taken more than one pain pill a day lately, and I could probably get along without that if I felt like it.

So we'll see what's up.  I'll post the results tomorrow.

Thanks for all your prayers and well-wishes, and I mean that.  It really helps.

Movie Theater Shooting

I wrote about the Curtis Reeves and Chad Oulson Shooting shortly after it happened, and have been waiting for something significant to happen ever since. Now it looks like we finally have a trial date. According to the Tampa Bay Times a February Trial Date Set in Curtis Reeves Theater-Shooting Case

From the article:

...the state passed a revised version of the law, which shifted the burden of proof in such cases to prosecutors. Previously, the defendant had to prove he or she was in fear when using deadly force.

DADE CITY — A judge has set a trial date of Feb. 25, 2019, in the case of Curtis Reeves, the retired Tampa police captain who claims he was acting in self-defense when he shot another man in a Wesley Chapel movie theater.

Pinellas-Pasco Circuit Judge Susan Barthle scheduled the trial at a hearing Tuesday, declining a defense attorney’s request to hold off.

I want to see how this one shakes out, as I cannot for the life of me imagine how this case relates to a stand your ground law for more than five seconds.

Pick Another Letter...

This is the official follow up to Pick a letter..., as posted several days back. So all of you can pick another letter, any letter, just one out of twenty-six scintillating choices.

The Midnight Shooter and Craig's List

You may remember that I wrote about The Midnight Shooter and his hobby, which is torching off six at three in the morning, thus disturbing my sleep and causing me to wake up on the wrong side of the gutter.  Since the local constabulary took such an enthusiastic interest in this case (yawn), I took the law into my own hands.

The Midnight Shooter

On Sunday (7/8/18) at 4:12 in the A of M, some silly SOB decided to torch off a few.  This addled firearms aficionado kept this up last summer, generally on the weekend, and generally with his .38 revolver.  Near the end of summer he acquired a second revolver and would shoot them at the same time.

How do I know?  Sound and cadence.  He's fairly close to me - close enough to wake me up which I don't enjoy.  The Columbus PD has about as much interest in this as a dog with a ceiling fan.  He might want to catch it, but since it's always out of reach it's more fun to chase the cat, raid the trash can, or chew the Old Lady's brand new $649.00 shoes that she hasn't worn yet.

Today I took some action.  I posted on Craig's List.

Craig's List - Columbus, OH

The chance of the Midnight Shooter actually seeing this and respecting my wishes is slim and none.  Still, it makes me feel slightly better about the situation.

If it keeps up, I may buy a burner phone and report a shots fired call to Columbus 9-1-1.  Then hang up instead of answering the idiot questions they ask.

Pick a Letter...

Pick a letter out of the alphabet.  You have twenty-six attractive choices (32 if you count the optional letters that were eliminated by some group of bibliophiles back in the n^th century).  So pick one, and remember that your grade for the year does not depend you your selection.

The Death of Officer Amy Caprio and What Scares Me

On Tuesday, May 22, 2018, four young, violent criminals went to work very early in the morning - or late at night, depending on your perspective.  In an upper middle class neighborhood, three of these criminals started their search for a house to burglarize, while the fourth waited and patrolled the immediate area in a stolen car - a black jeep.

Quora Question: Do you have a younger sibling...

Some nameless fathead on Quora posted this philosophical interrogatory.  I hope my answer doesn't disappoint him.

Do you have a younger sibling who would pick on you when you both were children?

My younger brother. He’d do all kinds of stuff to get under my skin, and when I’d react my parents would yell at me, saying he’s just little, so if he breaks your (whatever) it’s just one of those things you have to live with.

We lived very close to a junk yard, so one day when no one was watching I put the snatch on him, duct taped his hands, feet, and mouth, and stuffed him in an empty dog food bag. I tossed the bag into the trunk of a stripped down car headed for the crusher, figuring that would be the last I ever saw of him. I don’t know how, but somehow the little plague got loose and escaped. He stopped giving me grief, though, and about all I can say is that as we got older family holidays and reunions got real interesting.

Nobody believed his wild story, even with the duct tape evidence.

I posted this little gem this morning around 9:30 or so.  Now we'll see what happens, although I expect the censors at Quora will simply delete it out of hand.  With the answers I give I'm probably on their watch list by now.

Quora Question: If I leave work early...

It gets better. Trust me.

Some nameless pinhead on Quora asked: If I leave work early, come home, find an intruder in my house, kill him, and he turns out to be my wife’s lover, who she let in the house, would I go to prison?

My answer:

A Trip to the Zoo

My thanks to CW Martin over at Tilting at Windmills - Thoughts on every subject, pc be hanged and his inspiration post Zoo 2018, as well as the photo I brazenly stole from him and am now using without permission.

Origins 2018 and the SJWs

It's official.  Origins Game Fair 2018 advertised Larry Correia as an official guest of honor, then rescinded their offer.  So far as I can tell, this troubles Larry about as much as a sky rat nailing John Ward during his lunch at the Club Columbus outdoor Jacuzzi.

Keep reading for a politically insensitive diatribe about the latest SJW attack and why it shouldn't go unchallenged.

Mother's Day Story

Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers out there reading this. I know that some of you had your hands full getting your sons raised without giving in to filicide (I had to look this one up).  Not my own dear mother, of course.  I was a very low maintenance child, never any trouble to anyone, always acting with decorum, obedience, and deportment.

Stop laughing, you bums.

As I reminisce about my childhood, misspent and otherwise, I'm reminded of an event in kindergarten which I was a witness to.

Software Design, 101

The troubles with software design are legion, and are most often perpetuated by borderline idiots from the butterfly department who couldn't find their - well, click for more.

Boredom, Ennui, and a Plan for the Future

I'm really bored.  Inspiration just hasn't hit me this evening.

I was reading on the Internet in some Fuckbook writer's group that the preferred formatting for a sentence structure consists of a period and two spaces, not just one.  This is true for all sentences and punctuation marks, including the oft needed but never used interrobang.  This should be often seen as the terminus of the ubiquitous WTF‽ abbreviation.  Like I just did - see?

Meanwhile, I suffer.

Warning - the rest of this rant spares no ones feelings, political views, or anything else.  We use cookies to track readers.  Your mileage may vary, in fact it's almost a sure thing if you're driving like you usually do.

Elevatorgate

First floor telephones, gents ready made suits, shirts, suits, ties, hats, underwear, and shoes. Going up...

In a crowded elevator, resident DFC Simona Sharoni took command of the elevator buttons and asked SJW victim Richard Ned Lebow which floor he needed. "Ladies lingerie" he said, getting a laugh from everyone except (we are told) Simona Sharoni, who was immediately offended and filed a complaint against Richard.  But of course she waited a few hours to compose herself and withdraw to a safe location.

Standard Warning Officially Issued.  The following is politically incorrect, socially insensitive, and directly attacks SJWs somewhere.  Any micro-aggressions are accidental; all aggressions are meant to be of the macro category.  Your mileage may vary, void where prohibited, the sleeves will ride up with wear.

My Old Kentucky Home, Bourbon, and Derby

The Kentucky Derby for 2018 is officially history.  Justify (5-2) won it on the sloppiest track since Hector was a pup.  Race day had a record rainfall, dampening the crowd and making things a lot more interesting for the jockeys.

I like Derby Day.  I made myself a nice mint julep and a little snack, and enjoyed watching.  The only thing I don't like about the Kentucky Derby is the way the powers-that-be massacred the song, My Old Kentucky Home.

Spring Holidaze

Today we have two holidays.  It's  Derby Day and Cinco de Mayo (Fifth of May).  Derby Day is the Kentucky Derby, the first leg of the Triple Crown.  Ladies get dressed to the nines, gents wear a suit and tie.  The hats on the ladies are really something to see.

Cinco de Mayo celebrates the victory of Mexico over the French at the Battle of Puebla on May 5th, 1868.  It was an all day fight, but the Mexicans kicked some serious froggy ass that day and sent the cheese eaters back to gay Pairee.  These days you'll see parades and a whole lot of drinking and dancing, with Mexican food to keep your energy level up.

Painting the Town

When Big Mike called an hour or so after civilized people's customary dinner hour, I wasn't surprised.  When he asked me if I'd tied on the feed bag yet (I hadn't), I started hoping for a night out.  Mike suggested the Grass Skirt Tiki Room, Columbus, which is a tried and true restaurant in Columbus.  His argument was that since California Dave was coming into town next month, we had to make sure the Tiki room was still good.

It was.

The Next Crises: Identity Theft

As usual, I was minding my own business, shopping at the local Kroger store for a basket of victuals and a bottle of attitude adjustment and thought provoker, when unbeknownst to my mother's favorite son, some no good son-of-a-door-knob-sucking-lesbian-two-dollar-whore ripped me off electronically for $69.58 (sixty nine dollars and fifty eight cents).  Then, before I even knew this happened, I found myself out in Golden, Colorado at an Amoco where I spent $12 and change on petrol.

Keep reading, but be aware that there is non-pc speak ahead.  Your mileage is not likely to vary, exists where prohibited, no moonbats allowed, this is not a safe space.  Therapy is likely to consist of guns, dogs, whiskey, erudite conversation, and women of questionable moral character.