Thursday, February 23, 2012

Muslims are savages.

We really should ban Muslims from entering the USA, but since our elites are bound and determined to destroy the same USA, that will never happen.

Pity that.

Still, I can take some comfort from the Second Amendment to the US Constitution.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

The Won achieves one of his goals.

Of course, you won't hear much of this in the legacy media.

Monday, February 20, 2012

A wonderful message to the British Foreign Office from the Duke of Wellington in 1812.


Whilst marching from Portugal to a position which commands the approach to Madrid and the French forces, my officers have been diligently complying with your requests which have been sent by His Majesty's ship from London to Lisbon and thence by dispatch to our headquarters.

We have enumerated our saddles, bridles, tents and tent poles, and all manner of sundry items for which His Majesty's Government holds me accountable. I have dispatched reports on the character, wit and spleen of every officer. Each item and every farthing has been accounted for with two regrettable exceptions for which I beg your indulgence.

Unfortunately the sum of one shilling and ninepence remains unaccounted for in one infantry battalion's petty cash and there has been a hideous confusion as to the number of jars of raspberry jam issued to one cavalry regiment during a sandstorm in western Spain. This reprehensible carelessness may be related to the pressure of circumstance, since we are at war with France, a fact which may come as a bit of a surprise to you gentlemen in Whitehall.

This brings me to my present purpose, which is to request elucidation of my instructions from His Majesty's Government so that I may better understand why I am dragging an army over these barren plains. I construe that perforce it must be one of two alternative duties, as given below. I shall pursue either with the best of my ability, but I cannot do both:

1.) To train an army of uniformed British clerks in Spain for the benefit of the accountants and copy-boys in London or, perchance...

2.) To see to it the forces of Napoleon are driven out of Spain.

Your most obedient servant,


Thursday, February 16, 2012

I believe The Won's war to force Roman Catholic institutions to provide contracpetion and abortion services is a clear declaration that the "uniter" of 2008 has been replaced with the class warfare radical of 2012.

He used the Roman Catholic hierarchy as useful idiots to get his health care program passed. Now that the Imperial Federal Government has arrogated so much power to itself, it's time to let the useful idiots know they're no longer useful. It's time for them to be humiliated and broken. The Won is now on the final sprint to a totalitarian nanny state formed by a coalition of technocrats, environmentalists, feminists, blacks, and Hispanics. The white working class plurality can go fuck itself. Oh, and pay the taxes for the bread, circuses, and abortions the mooching majority has voted itself.

Technocrats, environmentalists, feminists, blacks, and Hispanics, take note: you are the current useful idiots.

Guns for me, but none for thee.

I am constantly amazed by the way the Democrat nomenklatura works to deny the the masses their right to keep and bear arms under the Second Amendment to the US Constitution, but have no problem about guns around them for *their* self-protection.

I suppose Democrats know better than the rest of us. Or some such.

The Won spent us into bankruptcy, most of the money went to cronies, and the job situation got worse. That’s the real story, this election. Not that you'll hear shills like Stephanopoulos mention it.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

I'm in the office today. There's some noisy construction going on in the office next to mine.

I don't know what sort of tool is being used in the actual construction, but every time it fires up it sounds something like an incredibly long, very tense fart, crossed with the sound of an A-10 firing its cannon.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

And...for a moment...I thought I heard...singing.

Monday, February 13, 2012

When I was 11, my mother put me on a train in Galway (GAUL-way) and sent me to a boarding school in Ballyfin, close to Portlaoise (Port-LEE-shuh), and about 100 miles from home. I had to make a train change in a town called Portarlington and then negotiate taxi fare to the school with a cabbie and four other boarders.

I think that in today's America, that would constitute child abuse. For me, it was a huge adventure, made all the better by my own sense that nothing would ever go wrong for me. Mind you, over time - and in the immortal words of Monty Python - "I got bettah!"

Portlaoise is the site of Mountjoy Prison - yes, Mount JOY Prison - which, back in the day, was where the Republic of Ireland kept its IRA prisoners. Prison though it was, the IRA prisoners found it adequately congenial that its decor was not improved by the smearing of feces on its walls. This, by comparison with Her Majesty's Prison Maze. (I am an Anglophile, but I take perverse joy in the screwups of others.)

My best friend at Ballyfin was a kid by the name of Lawrence Augustin. His father was the head trick-cyclist ("psychiatrist," for those of you with no Cockney) at the lunatic asylum in Portlaoise. Yes, we keep our IRA prisoners, our Roman Catholic boarders, and our lunatics in close proximity. They are sometimes hard to distinguish.

Larry's dad was Indian - from India, mind you, rather than, oh, Wyoming. His mother remains in my memory as one of the most beautiful women I ever met. Blonde, pale skin, always perfectly coiffed and made up. To me, she remains a sort of Marilyn Monroe who matured and had children. Matronly and glamorous at the same time. What man would not swoon?

Larry's dad had pursued his profession all over the world, even into South Africa which, at the time, was apartheid. Larry himself had all sorts of insights into what it was like to be darker-skinned in a milk-white society. He hated the childish - and we *were* children - jokes about things like the upcoming movie "The Hair on a Black Man's Ass - In Technicolor." For myself, I loved his company. Though a boarder, he got to go home often, and would invite me to come along. I was fascinated by his mother and the hospital where they made their home. His father was too bookish, too male, and too involved with his patients to be of any interest, but the change of scenery was a brilliant vacation.

By the way, I never had to ask permission from my parents to leave bounds in the company of Larry's parents. Back in the day, adults had pretty much identical standards, and they cooperated.

When I was 17, I bought a ticket from Shannon to JFK to go looking for work in the USA. I stayed at the YMCA on 34th and 7th, had a run-in with the Moonies, ended up working in Asbury Park for the summer (Beach close by, *library* close by, funny screaming Greeks all around me - I LOVE GREEKS!, and I learned to cook!), and walked through Hell's Kitchen after dark (42nd Street Bus Terminal to Y at 34th and 7th) at the end of the summer on my way back to Ireland and college. God truly looks out for drunks, children, and the Irish.

Joined DEC in Clonmel, Co. Tipperary, Ireland immediately after university, and was sent to work on the DHU-11 project in Reading, Berkshire, UK. Saluted smartly, and got on another plane. Irish boy in the big British city. LOVED IT!!! LOVE THE BRITS!!! I went to work in the UK with a thick Irish accent, right after the IRA had blown up Mountbatten off Sligo, and the Horse Guards in Hyde Park, and was never treated with anything but forbearance and courtesy. For that, I love the Brits more than I can ever say. I am eternally grateful. In my experience, the Brits are a classy people. I actually work on my internal/eternal Brit every day, as a way to becoming closer to God. Yes, yes, I know, they're pretty much a godless people, but the whole culture - the patience, the queue-forming, the stiff upper lip, the long bearing of the white man's burden - this is a nation and culture of Christians, even if they've forgotten it.


BTW, this shit is copyrighted, so reproduce at your peril...

Friday, February 10, 2012

When you absolutely must deliver your special forces on time and on target.

So glad I served in the USAF. So glad I trained with the CCG at Keesler, back in the day.

The most fun you can have with (most of) your pants on.

What? Never done PAVE LOW? You have not lived.

Oh! Also! LANTIRN.

You want WARTHOG? We got warthog. The infantry hate us, and love us. If you're the OpFor, and you hear a cloth-tearing sound in the sky, that means an A-10 pilot has elected not to kill you - immediately.

USAF!!! When it absolutely, positively must be killed on time, every time - in a highly-controlled and politically-correct fashion. Dammit.

Will The Won ever mandate that mosques provide bacon products?

Well, as long as someone else "pays"...

Consider: bacon does have medical applications.

This will not end well.

Wednesday, February 08, 2012

Clint just damaged his brand.

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