Ace of Spades has a link to the news report on the newest school shooting in Colorado. And the shooter is a hard-core Leftist, as usual.
Trying to explain all the different ways that Leftism is violent is like trying to explain all the different ways that mercury can poison you. But the proof of the pudding is in the tasting. Time after time after time, the mass shootings that go on are perpetrated either by people who are bug-fucking nuts, or Leftists.
But I repeat myself.
You can have peace. Or you can have freedom. Don't ever count on having both at once. - Robert A. Heinlein -
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Friday, December 13, 2013
Memories
A post over at Og's place brought back a memory from my high school days.
I was over at a friend's house, and he had invited some of his other friends over; please note that just because we were all friends with my amigo, that doesn't mean we were all friends with each other.
My friend had some bb guns, and in a fit of inspiration, his other friends suggested that we go out and see if we could shoot each other. I guess they figured that with three of them and only one of me, I'd be easy bait for them to have some fun with.
I do recall telling you folks that I grew up in the country, right? And that my father is a Marine?
I spent the better part of an hour and a half peppering their asses with that bb gun. Every time they thought they had me cornered, I'd pop a round into someone's leg, wait for the loud "OW!" and hightail to cover somewhere else while they fired at me in vain. "Kentucky Windage" was not a part of their lexicon. It was a part of mine. I left them fuckers welted, and I enjoyed every minute of it.
I told you all that to tell you this.
After all was said and done, and we were drinking water, one of those fuckers pumped their bb gun up to max, snuck up behind me and shot me right in the ass. My eyesight went red; my friend blocked me from killing the gutless pussy who did it. I managed to leave the premises without committing murder, although the little shitheel never walked on the same side of the street as I from that day on.
But I went home, and that night as I was getting undressed for bed, I saw a small little hole in my jeans. Right where I had been shot. Uh oh.
Took of my skivvies. Same hole, same location, with blood around it. Well, crap.
Went to the bathroom, and saw the hole in my butt-cheek, still bleeding a little. Not good. What to do, what to do? I couldn't find any tweezers to pull it out, and trying to twist myself in half just to see the area was making me cramp up after fifteen minutes. The bb was still lodged in my butt-cheek. So I did what I didn't want to do - I went and got my Dad.
"Hey.... um.... Dad?"
"Yes Dave?"
"Can you help me out a bit?"
"Sure... what's the problem?
"Well.... um.... there's this bb in my butt, and...."
And that is how my Dad ended up digging a BB out of my ass with what tools he could find in the bathroom - a syringe needle (Mom was an RN at that point; she used to come home and just dump her pockets out in the drawer. We had syringe needles, but no syringes) and a bottle of witch-hazel to wipe the blood away. I still have the scar on my ass. And after he got the bb out, he handed it to me, washed his hands, gave me a look and said "We will never.... ever.... speak of this again." My mom still doesn't know.
I was over at a friend's house, and he had invited some of his other friends over; please note that just because we were all friends with my amigo, that doesn't mean we were all friends with each other.
My friend had some bb guns, and in a fit of inspiration, his other friends suggested that we go out and see if we could shoot each other. I guess they figured that with three of them and only one of me, I'd be easy bait for them to have some fun with.
I do recall telling you folks that I grew up in the country, right? And that my father is a Marine?
I spent the better part of an hour and a half peppering their asses with that bb gun. Every time they thought they had me cornered, I'd pop a round into someone's leg, wait for the loud "OW!" and hightail to cover somewhere else while they fired at me in vain. "Kentucky Windage" was not a part of their lexicon. It was a part of mine. I left them fuckers welted, and I enjoyed every minute of it.
I told you all that to tell you this.
After all was said and done, and we were drinking water, one of those fuckers pumped their bb gun up to max, snuck up behind me and shot me right in the ass. My eyesight went red; my friend blocked me from killing the gutless pussy who did it. I managed to leave the premises without committing murder, although the little shitheel never walked on the same side of the street as I from that day on.
But I went home, and that night as I was getting undressed for bed, I saw a small little hole in my jeans. Right where I had been shot. Uh oh.
Took of my skivvies. Same hole, same location, with blood around it. Well, crap.
Went to the bathroom, and saw the hole in my butt-cheek, still bleeding a little. Not good. What to do, what to do? I couldn't find any tweezers to pull it out, and trying to twist myself in half just to see the area was making me cramp up after fifteen minutes. The bb was still lodged in my butt-cheek. So I did what I didn't want to do - I went and got my Dad.
"Hey.... um.... Dad?"
"Yes Dave?"
"Can you help me out a bit?"
"Sure... what's the problem?
"Well.... um.... there's this bb in my butt, and...."
And that is how my Dad ended up digging a BB out of my ass with what tools he could find in the bathroom - a syringe needle (Mom was an RN at that point; she used to come home and just dump her pockets out in the drawer. We had syringe needles, but no syringes) and a bottle of witch-hazel to wipe the blood away. I still have the scar on my ass. And after he got the bb out, he handed it to me, washed his hands, gave me a look and said "We will never.... ever.... speak of this again." My mom still doesn't know.
Thursday, December 12, 2013
A customer review
So, on the advice from a reader, I recently checked out a place called Gotham Cigars. I looked at all the various offerings, saw what they had, and bought a five-pack of stogies.
Now, there are probably as many different ways of reviewing a cigar business as there are people who do reviews. But for me, the best way to check out the quality of a shop is to see what they have in the bargain section. I've found that a lot of folks have about the same prices on the top-shelf sticks. You can only discount a Montecristo so low before you're losing money with the sale. But the good shops I've found have the best bargains in terms of quality of smokes. So with that in mind, I went bargain shopping.
I ended up getting the Alec Bradley Tempus Imperator seconds 5-pack. It was $14.50 for the pack, $5.99 S&H for a total of $20.49 out the door (so to speak). A touch over $4 per stick on Tempus ANYTHING is a damn good price, considering you'll never see a Tempus for under $10 a stick here in the LA area.
Payment was collected on November 30th, and I received notice that package shipped on December 5th. That's a touch longer than I would expect, but I waited to see how fast they got to my door.
Cigars showed up on December 7th. Very nice. They were packaged well enough that I could smoke them right out of the box. I know, because I did smoke one of them right then and there. The rest went into the humidor for a nice little nap. The stogies were everything I would expect out of an AB Tempus. All in all, it was one of the best bargains I've gotten on a second from one of the big name factories.
So, was I happy? Well, you'll notice that Gotham Cigars is over on the sidebar under the "Be A Man" heading, so that's a yes. I'll be giving their shop a more in-depth look later on, after the holidays have finished draining my bank account dry.
Now, there are probably as many different ways of reviewing a cigar business as there are people who do reviews. But for me, the best way to check out the quality of a shop is to see what they have in the bargain section. I've found that a lot of folks have about the same prices on the top-shelf sticks. You can only discount a Montecristo so low before you're losing money with the sale. But the good shops I've found have the best bargains in terms of quality of smokes. So with that in mind, I went bargain shopping.
I ended up getting the Alec Bradley Tempus Imperator seconds 5-pack. It was $14.50 for the pack, $5.99 S&H for a total of $20.49 out the door (so to speak). A touch over $4 per stick on Tempus ANYTHING is a damn good price, considering you'll never see a Tempus for under $10 a stick here in the LA area.
Payment was collected on November 30th, and I received notice that package shipped on December 5th. That's a touch longer than I would expect, but I waited to see how fast they got to my door.
Cigars showed up on December 7th. Very nice. They were packaged well enough that I could smoke them right out of the box. I know, because I did smoke one of them right then and there. The rest went into the humidor for a nice little nap. The stogies were everything I would expect out of an AB Tempus. All in all, it was one of the best bargains I've gotten on a second from one of the big name factories.
So, was I happy? Well, you'll notice that Gotham Cigars is over on the sidebar under the "Be A Man" heading, so that's a yes. I'll be giving their shop a more in-depth look later on, after the holidays have finished draining my bank account dry.
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Battery issues
Had to deal with some hardware issues on the ol laptop. Sorry bout the free ice cream going missing.