Heads Up

This country has gone really bad on two occasions in it's history and with it has gone the hope of the world for free men and free societies.

Things were tickin' along pretty well up until 1861 when the colder and more subservient half of the country (bootlickin' yankee scum; beady-eyed cocksuckers all) became enthusiastic willing cannon fodder for those in power with imperial urges. The better half of he country was raped and pillaged and an attempt was made to remake these occupied territories in the image of the land of beady-eyed cocksucker's . It didn't work, even some of the beady-eyed cocksuckers began to realize their mistake, but the foundation of overreaching federal power was laid.

The second time things really went to shit: FDR, the great depression, the emergency powers act, confiscation of gold, the federal reserve. That finished it. No way back from that. We've been fucked ever since, just by varying degrees.

Lecture over. I'll hear no more surprised indignation from anyone proclaiming their rights violated. The only time said 'rights' are retained or defended is when someone is able to shine the light of truth through the illusion of freedom those runnin' the place hide behind. Even then they only genuflect toward the constitution until the light moves on at which time they creep out from the holes the crawfished into and carry on. Business as usual. 'nuff said.

Quit bitchin'. Hoarde ammo.

DOH!

A friend of mine suffered from horrible back pain that would come and go but after a while seemed to just never go away. So he went to the doctor and went throught the whole nine yards, proctologist, MRI EVERYTHING. His doctor finally broke the news to him that his condition was chronic and that the only relief he might hope to find was through a radical surgery that involved removal of some tissue including his testicles.

Back pain ain't so bad.
But after a while the constant misery and pain or the alternative of a drug induced stupor was just too much to bear, so my friend bit the bullet and opted for the surgery.

Whew!

What a difference! After the surgery he felt like a new... errr... man without balls. But his back pain disappeared.!

Still he was depressed. No balls, who wouldn't e depressed? he was so depressed that his doctor picked up on it. No psychologist, yet a caring empathic kinda man, the doc suggested to my friend that he might feel better after buying some sharp new clothes, a new suit even.

My friend being the obedient type decided to give that a try.
So my friend stops by at JoS Banke. As soon as he walks in one of the salesmen says to my friend "42 long!"

Darned if that isn't his jacket size, and being surprised by the astute young salesman, my friend responds, hey that's right! How'd you know my jacket size?

The salesman replies "that is my job sir. Will you be needing a new jacket and some pants, 34 waist, 36 inseam?"

Again my friend is surprised at the correct estimation of his pants size he replies, "hey that's right! How'd you know my pants size?"

Same response from the salesman, "that's my job sir."

So the salesman gets my friend all set up with new pants, jacket, shirt (yeah he got the size right on the shirt too), tie, even socks. Then while the salesman was ringing up the order my friend stopped him saying "hey, I need some new briefs too, would you add a half dozen size 34 briefs to my order?"

At which the salesman stops cold and says forcefully "NO SIR!" You need a size 36 brief!

My friend a bit taken aback retorted with a hesitant chuckle "sorry you are wrong on that one; I've always worn size 34 briefs."

Looking very serious now, the salesman puts his hand on my friend's shoulder seeming as if to communicate an exceptional graveness of some horrible issue about to befall the world. The salesman then, staring earnestly into my friend's eyes says "oh no sir, if you were to wear size 34 briefs for a prolonged time, they would bind your testicles and cause you to suffer unbearable back pain."

Shout out to Gregg!

This months Motorcyclist has and editorial column where the author raves about the DRZ-400 he's ridin'. Three pages of gushin' over what fun it is. For y'all who don't know this is Gregg's primary mode of transportation and he is justifiably proud of his mount.

The DRZ 400 is in a class of road going semi-serious trail bikes. The class includes the KLR650 (affectionately known as the Swamp Thing - Mine was blue and I called her Blue Yonder), the Honda XR 400 and XR650, Yamaha is curiously absent from the lineup except for the WR400 with is pretty dirt focused.



Now Gregg has the Suzuki and loves it, I've had the Kaw and can either sing it's praises or cuss its foibles by turns. Surely one of y'all has ridden the Honda, yes?

Gary Sticks His Head Up.

There's his shadow right over there. G'night, Gary.

Seriously, Gary has been a busy beaver.... groundhog. Alright consider that analogy stretched. Check out his New Rules for 2006 for a hoot.

My favorite:

New Rule: Just because your tattoo has Chinese characters in it doesn't make you spiritual. It's right above the crack of your ass. And it translates to "beef with broccoli." The last time you did anything spiritual, you were hoping to goodness you weren't pregnant. You're not spiritual. You're just high.

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

From the man who has seen EVERY Leonardo DiCaprio movie:

"Titanic was nothing to be sneezed at. You didn't like it?"

You're right. It was nothing to sneeze at. It's better described as something to wipe your butt with.

Worst.

Movie.

Ever.
Nate | Homepage | 12.11.05 - 2:38 pm | #

Take the Guns Away, Crime goes Through the Roof.... Then What?

Britain confiscated its subjects firearms and became a shining example of the deadly effect of this on the average person. Assault, robbery, burglary, all rose to unprecedented levels. The principle of disarmament was even carried to the logical next step of outlawing self defense. What does the socialist government do next? Once again Britain is setting the example.

The choice was stark; either we accepted that nothing could be done, that we would allow the rights of victims routinely to be trampled on, or we granted new powers to local authorities and the police. This was, and is, the rationale for all the so-called summary powers that we have introduced.

Right!, you institute summary powers for your police. The courts are broken down with those messy trial things, what with all those 'rights' her majesty's subjects want to cling to. Of course the police won't abuse their new powers; there is an appeal process after all!