Saturday, January 04, 2014


I really don't think there is much that can be said to this kind of raging idiocy and stupidity, as the purveyor of said stupidity is most likely so indoctrinated that there isn't a single bit of reality that will penetrate her skull.  Let me quote the opening lines of insanity here:

Just to recall a basic fact: Intercourse/PIV is always rape, plain and simple.
This is a developed recap from what I’ve been saying in various comments here and there in the last two years or so. as a radfem I’ve always said PIV is rape and I remember being disappointed to discover that so few radical feminists stated it clearly. How can you possibly see it otherwise? Intercourse is the very means through which men oppress us, from which we are not allowed to escape, yet some instances of or PIV and intercourse may be chosen and free? That makes no sense at all.
That's right folks, according to Little Miss Radical Feminist the basic biological act that allows the human species to propagate itself is now classified as RAPE!

Holy Lunatic Liberal, Batman!  I really don't know how you can communicate with someone who is so far out in Loony-Liberal Land that they cannot begin to communicate in normal fashion with a normal person.

Really, the only way to deal with this kind of rampant stupidity is to point and laugh.  I read a few lines of the blog post to the Ragin' Mrs. and her response was on par with mine:  What a fruitcake.

I got ten bucks says that Little Miss Radical Feminist holds some sort of position at a state college or university.  And I love this comment from Twitchy:  "Was she dropped on her head?"

The Oldtime Strongman Blog

Via a link from Insty's place.  Interesting to see what folks were able to do without all the fancy, modern training equipment that we have today.

I've never been a big gym rat - I think the most time I spent lifting weights was in Puerto Rico, where I hit the gym for a year to try and bulk up a bit.  I grew disgusted with the other people at the gym, who seemed to be more interested in making love to their reflection in the mirror than actually lifting weights.  So I stopped the gym workouts, and focused more on pushups and core exercises at home, along with running.

Lately the folks I work with have been discussing other ways of getting fit, to include "bodyweight" training, where you use just the weight of your own body, or perhaps a few kettlebells added on for just a little extra weight.  One of my co-workers spent some time in a unit that brought in a former Russian Special Forces troop, who discussed their training and workout regimen, and they did an incredible amount of bodyweight training, the rationale being that you cannot always have a gym available, so train to use what you have.

A couple books that we've been reading - "The Naken Warrior", by Pavel Tsatsouline.  All about bodyweight exercises that have been used for centuries.  "Bodyweight Strength Training Anatomy", by Bret Contreras.  I picked a copy of the book up at Costco.  It's got exercises for different muscle groups to allow you to tailor your workout based on what you need to work. 

Anyone who scoffs at only using your bodyweight can try to do a one-armed push-up.  Or a one-armed pull up.  Or a "pistol", which is a one-legged squat exercise.  It ain't so easy. 

Friday, January 03, 2014


I have schoolwork to do, and my brain is racing down rabbitholes like a weasel on crack.  This ain't good.  Arrrrrrrrrrrgh!

I swear, just living in Los Angeles has made me dumber.  My brain just will not function the way it should, or the way it used to work.  I don't know if it's the stress, or the pollution, or the massive amounts of scotch and gin I have to drink in order to remain sane and not commit homicide as I drive through the hoards of incompetent fucking morons.......

I'm being serious here for just a bit - there isn't a single trip the Ragin' Mrs. and I take in our car that doesn't include at least one exclamation of "What the HELL is that person doing?"  If the people of LA went to a sane part of America and drove the way they drive here, there's a better than average chance that they would be pulled from their car and beaten with a tire iron.

For the good of the community, of course.

The comments went off the rails

But this post is still a good one:

One of the effects of feminism is that men of my generation have had a much wider opportunity to cook.  I can’t think of any men my age or younger who don’t know how to cook.  Moreover, I can’t think of any men of my generation or younger who don’t enjoy cooking.  This is in stark contrast to the women of the same generations, who (typically) view cooking as an indignity.  The reason for the difference in attitude boils down to what cooking is all about.  Cooking is an act of love, an act of service to others.  It is an opportunity to care for others in a very fundamental way, to literally nourish them through the work of your own hands.  This is precisely what troubles the modern woman so much about cooking (or cleaning, or changing diapers).  Serving others in the mind of a feminist is an indignity, so cooking, cleaning, or any other act of service and love is the object of revulsion.
Here's a little history of Dave:  I learned to cook at age 12.  My first job was in a restaurant.  I got the Ragin' Mrs (who is a CHEF) to start dating me by cooking her dinners for a week straight.  And if the crap hit the fan, I could make sure my family ate.  If I had to start all over from the bottom again, I could always find work cooking.

I know more than just mac and cheese.  I can cure my own bacon.  Cure my own hams.  Make my own sausage.  Make my own bread.  I can smoke meats, bake, saute and stir up a mean red pasta sauce.

This made me very, very popular in the military.  Take a platoon of guys who have had nothing but chow-hall food for months, and cook up a batch of jambalaya...  you've got friends for life.

One of the ways the Ragin' Mrs and I show appreciation for each other is cooking for each other.  We cook for our friends.  We cook for our family.  And it is always appreciated.

If you have kids, teach them how to cook.  Period.

Thursday, January 02, 2014

The Dangers of Photoshop

I mean, just take a gander at these, if you will.

(uh, NSFW if you really need to know).

Best part about yesterday

Was waking up early and going running.

Barely anyone on the road.

Almost no-one on the running trails. 

No traffic noise.  Little to no air traffic noise.  Just miles and miles to run in peace.

I haven't had that in a loooooooooooooong time.

Wednesday, January 01, 2014

Happy New Year

Insert rambling diatribe about what I want here.

Blah, blah, blah.  Blahblahblah.  Blah.  Bubublah.

Ever get the feeling that you're living in a never ending loop of suckitude?  Yeah.  The only thing special about the new year is that the old year is finally over, and I'm that much closer to leaving this fucking shithole.  I feel like I've been run over.  Twice.

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

I guess they're trapped in ice that doesn't exist

The Polar Ice Caps are Melting!  There are no Americans in Baghdad!  We are slaughtering them at the gates!

Dude, when you're trapped by record amounts of ice IN THE SUMMER (yes, it's summer in the Southern Hemisphere) then maybe, just maybe you might want to revisit your little theory, mmm-kay?

But no, like the Obamabots in San Fransicko who refuse to change their beliefs even while they get hammered by Obamacare, Liberals and other ProgNazi spawn treat their pet theories like religions, and refuse to let go no matter how hard the truth hits them.  Record amounts of ice in the North?  Global Warming!  Record amounts of ice in the South during summertime?  Global Warming!

All we can do at this point is laugh at them.  Long, hard, and loud.

Don't know what it is

About girls on the beach that I love so much.

Monday, December 30, 2013


I don't shave when I'm on leave.  It's nice to not scrape your face off if you don't have to.  So for the past few days I've been rocking a goatee again.  I'll shave the sides of my face and my neck just to look somewhat groomed, but I leave the rest of my face alone.

The Ragin' Mrs. met me when I was a civilian and had facial hair.  She never saw my chin until I re-enlisted and shaved for the first time, some three years after we started dating.

To be honest, I can't wait until I retire and can grow it again.  It makes the morning ritual that much easier.  I miss having a goatee.  Seems odd to want something so simple, but there it is.