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So, about the Duck Dynasty kerfluffle

Look, the Duck Commander folks are going to be fine, on or off TV.  Let's not forget that Phil Robertson was a multimillionaire with his own wildly successful business before he ever got on TV, OK?

With that being said, I think A&E just screwed the pooch.  Hard.  They knew who the Robertsons were.  They knew what the Robertsons believed.  That's the hook to the entire show!  And Duck Dynasty has a huge audience of people who are happy to see hard-working Christians on their TV sets.  People who pray over their dinners, and enjoy watching a TV show where a family prays together before they tuck in to their meal.

So A&E caved to the tiny minority and suspended Phil Robertson "indefinitely".  How'd the rest of the Robertson clan react?  Well, just like you might suspect:

We have had a successful working relationship with A&E but, as a family, we cannot imagine the show going forward without our patriarch at the helm.  We are in discussions with A&E to see what that means for the future of Duck Dynasty.

I was reading somewhere else about how the Robertsons had signed a contract and they couldn't get out of it without paying a load of cash, and blah blah blah.  Someone else responded "You have no idea just how much "Screw You!" a redneck can come up with when he puts his mind to it."  I have no doubt that the Robertson clan is going to either get their way with A&E, or find some other place to do their show.  Or for that matter, to simply fold up shop on the TV show and go back to being wildly successful millionaires in Louisiana.  But I've heard that Glenn Beck has already put out an offer to bring Duck Dynasty to his Blaze TV.

Now, wouldn't THAT be a hoot?

Kicking the Hornet's Nest

You know a guy has hit his target when he writes a blog post denouncing Atheism, and he gets 1,430 comments on it.

Wow.

Well done, Sir!

By all means read the article, and if you have the time read some of the comments.  They're....  instructive.

Remember, kids....

Bleach is our friend.  Always keep some handy.  You never know when you'll have to completely disinfect the bathtub.  We filled it up, dumped bleach into it, and let it sit overnight to make sure anything in there was dead.

Woo. Hoo.

You want to have fun?  Try plunging your toilet, only to have sewage back up into your bathtub.  Then go outside to the spot where the pipe meets the sewer and see water (you wish it's only water) dripping into the crawlspace of your house.

Yeah.  I should be in bed right now.

UPDATE:  Tree roots.  You could actually smell them as the snake was cutting through them.  There were at least four sections where the plumber had to back the snake out and push it back in to deal with the roots.  We'll see how long his clean-out job lasts, but with the sweet-gum trees around here, it's only a matter of time before they plug it up again.

Reno erat Rudolphus

HAHAHAA!

*snort*

You want to know how you love someone?

It's when you hurt when they hurt.

When they cry, and you feel that stab in your soul.

It's not some teenage infatuation, or some pop-music ideal of love.  It's sharing the sorrow that they have, and both wanting to take that pain away, and yet understanding that they have to undergo that pain on their own, yet still suffering with them.

Every description of love seems to involve the glassy-eyed, Romeo and Juliet, "Let's die for each other!" kind of love.  I've seen every few novelists actually get into the painful side of love; the part where you hurt in your soul because your loved one hurts.  I suppose it's because so much writing today is done in a politically correct, pussy-whipped sparkly-vampire novel, and that sucks, because it takes away so much of the actual experience.

But then, if the writers haven't experienced it, how can they write about it?

Meh.  I've drank to much.

Leftism is inherently violent

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.

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.

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.

Battery issues

Had to deal with some hardware issues on the ol laptop.  Sorry bout the free ice cream going missing.

Veni, Veni, Emmanuel

Did I ever tell you about my grandfather?

Don't know if I did nor not.  Anyways, short Irish guy.  Born and raised in South Dakota, where my great-grandfather had settled after his stint of being press-ganged into the Cavalry.  And when I say "short", I mean 5'1".  He coulda been a Hobbit, only with less hair.

Too short to join the Army.  Too short to join the Marines.  The only branch of the military that would have him was the Navy, and only for a few jobs that didn't require the person to work vertically.  So Grandpa pulled and closed the charging plate on the guns; guns load, close plate, guns fire, open plate, clean out chamber, repeat.

It destroyed his knees.  It destroyed his back.  It destroyed his eardrums.  But he did it for four years in the Pacific Ocean.  A good Catholic man, he kept his rosary with him at all times.  I have the crucifix from that rosary.  The rest of the rosary fell apart decades ago, so I put it on a new rosary.  Just a simple cord with knots for "beads", and a crucifix that my grandfather had during his years in the Navy.  Fighting the Japanese.  Because they blew the ever-living hell out of Pearl Harbor on December 7th, 1941.  Today, 72 years ago.

Evil can walk the earth.  Entire societies and countries have gone bat-shit crazy.  Good men have to fight back, and those who forget these simple facts will either perish, or live as slaves.

The Ultimate Nanny State

Bill Whittle once again lays Kalifornia to the bone.  And since I'm currently one-third through my nightmare of a tour here in Los Diablos, formerly the City of the Queen of the Angels, I can only say that he's not telling you half of it.



This state is in the full control of people who get sexual pleasure off of telling you what you can or cannot do.  Unless you happen to be in one of the politically protected classes, in which case you can do whatever you want until the evidence against you gets so large that they can't hide you anymore.  Kind of like the California Teacher who spoon-fed children in his class cookies that he had laced with his own semen.

Whatever horrible things you've heard about Kalifornia, double it.  The California Teachers Association was fighting to keep that pervert in the classroom until the bitter end, even after there was evidence proving that he was feeding children his semen in cookies.

I want you to read that last sentence again.  THAT is Kalifornia in a nutshell.

Another lie in a litany of lies

So Obama, having sworn that he never met his uncle who likes to tie one on and get behind the wheel, lied.

I know!  This is my shocked face!

I point this out not just to show how Obama the fucking liar once again lied, but just how compulsive and pathological a liar he is.  When dear Uncle Omar got tossed in the pokey for drunken driving, it would have been the easiest thing in the world for Obama the damned liar to simply say "Yep, I lived with him for a month or two.  Decades ago.  I don't approve of drunk driving, and I don't do it.  He screwed up."

Instead, he lied.  Again.  Over, and over, and over.  Just as he lies about everything to everybody.  Over and over and over.

He lies because he doesn't know how to tell the truth.  He lies because it is WHAT HE DOES.  He lies about little things.  He lies about big things.  He lies about everything.

Never forget that every word out of that fucking Nazi's mouth is a lie.  Period.

Frost Warning

That cold weather that's pushing down the West Coast has given the Los Angeles area a frost warning for tonight through tomorrow morning.

I has a happy face.

The colder it gets, the more the natives burrow into their holes and refuse to come out, which means traffic is lighter, running trails are less crowded, and I have less general stupidity to deal with.  I really, REALLY wish it would snow here, as the resulting traffic accidents would probably kill almost a quarter of the population off in the first 12 hours.

A bad thing?  Well, maybe. 

I can actually enjoy the weather for a change, rather than broil in the hellish temps that normally occur around LA.  I'm the guy out dancing in a tee-shirt and shorts.  If you can find me.

Martin Bashir gone from MSNBHeeHaw

So long, you commie fuck - I hope you wind up in a back alley sucking schlong for your rent money.

Oh, I'm sorry, was that mean?  No more than wishing that someone would shit in Sarah Palin's mouth. 

Let's call it what it is, shall we?

Leftism, in all of it's various forms, is ultimately Satanic.

A graphic video from Argentina is making the rounds of the Internet today showing violent protests with pro-abortion activists attacking pro-life people praying at a Catholic Church.

The abortion activists attempted to storm the Cathedral of San Juan Bautista (John the Baptist) in Argentina late last month.

Taken in San Juan de Cuyo, Argentina sometime between November 23 and 25, the video shows, as described on YouTube, “feminists and their male peers bellow[ing] noisy and anti-Catholic slogans drawing through the city. In retaliation, 1500 young Catholics formed a human shield around the Cathedral to prevent about 7000 antagonists from storming the Archdiocesan Church.”

The video shows topless women spray painting the people praying — in their faces and putting Nazi swastikas on their clothing.

Do please read the whole thing.  The "activists" weren't just spray-painting the people who surrounded the cathedral - they were hitting them, spitting on them, drawing on their faces, and various other acts. 

You need to watch the video.  You have to see the hatred in the Leftist's faces with your own eyes.  You have to see the hatred when they yell their chant and people who dare to pray......

"feminists and their males peers bellow[ing] noise and anti-Catholic slogans"....  I couldn't make it all out, but prominent was the word "basura".  Trash.  These people aren't just anti-Catholic, they are anti-LIFE.  They are anti-PRAYER.  They are anti-GOD.  They are Satanic, and they are backed by the Leftist government, just as they're backed by the Leftist US Government.  Time to gird your loins, any believers out there:  This is what the USA could experience sooner than you think.

Woman verbally attacked for showing off post-birth body

Some Norwegian soccer star's wife gave birth, and took a picture four days afterwards to prove she's still a smoking hottie.







That's her, and yep, she's a smoking hottie, despite just popping out a new Skandiwhovian kid.  However, let's take a few things into perspective here, shall we?

Low body fat - she kept herself in shape throughout the pregnancy.  She didn't sit back eating Bon-Bons and ice cream while making excuses that "I'm eating for two!"  Yes you are, one adult and one baby, not two elephants.  I guarantee that Mrs. Eriksen was eating healthy foods while pregnant, not Ho-Ho's, Ding Dongs, McDonald's, or any of the other processed crap food that people love to eat.

Muscles - she worked out while pregnant, unlike many modern folks who seem to think that any activity in any form will damage the baby, even though the luxury of NOT working while pregnant is only about 100 years old.

Genetics - she hit the lottery, but that wouldn't mean anything without points one and two above.  

Bottom line?  You want that body up there in that photo, you have to work for it.  Hard work.  Dedication.  Day in and day out, never taking a day off, controlling what you put in your body and what you do with it.  And most folks don't have that kind of dedication.  I know I don't; if I didn't enjoy my food and wiskey so much, I'd have the body of Adonis.  As it is, I'm fighting the battle of the bulge.  Winning, slowly, but still fighting it.  But I refuse to give up my bacon, or my pasta (I've cut back on that, but not given it up).  I'm willing to bet that Mrs. Eriksen up there hasn't had a bite of pasta in years.  So that she can look like that.  And then she gets crap for it, by people who are too jealous of what she has to look at their own actions.

Bah.  I need to run more.

We Need to Abolish the IRS

Since the IRS is nothing but a politicized agency used to attack Obama's enemies, we need to get rid of it.

Flat tax, anyone?