"A Socialist is only a Communist without a gun."
Rodger, the Real King of France (as quoted by)
--Dolly
Saturday March 29, 2008...
So Barack Hussein ::.
CLAIMS HE'S BEING SWIFTBOATED over the whole REV'ru-u-u-u-unnnd Jeremiad Wrong flap?
That's swiftboated as in having an inconvenient truth told about you by people who know you differently than your carefully-groomed public image?
That would be the one.
And he's so politically tone-deaf that he doesn't get that -- even if the statements being sound-bitten all over the radio have been cherry-picked out of, as he put it, thirty years of three sermons a week -- saying any of those things even once is despicable and inescusable. And claiming such a poisonous demagogue as a personal mentor essentially vitiates your entire character. Indicts it, even, as unfit for office -- utterly aside from his otherwise total lack of qualifications.
He could genuinely have the perfect experience, the exact training, and visions that were not potentially devastating to the nation and indeed the world, and it would still disqualify him.
That would be ... heh ... the one.
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Saturday March 29, 2008...
Does Geraldo ::.
REALLY NOT get the concept of "fruit of the poisoned tree"? And he calls himself a lawyer? An advocate, even? How can someone who came by his status as living in this country by an initial lawless act by any stretch of the imagination be called "law-abiding"?
Hey! You know, he's a lib'rul. Whatcha 'spect?
Claiming that because a low percentage of the criminals have been caught -- while simultaneously ignoring the fact that the overwhelming majority of crimes committed in the area in question come from the same group -- quelle disingenuous.
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Saturday March 29, 2008...
Jerry Rivers ::.
IS STILL A FUCKWIT Still fucking missing the basic fucking point about illegal fucking aliens.
THEY'RE FUCKING ILLEGAL!
They fucking broke the fucking laws fucking getting fucking here! How fucking stupid do you fucking have to fucking be to fucking miss that fucking fact?
Trying to up our cuss-o-meter score, Dolly?
Yeah. That was so embarrassing. Less than 1%. "Oh, darn." Golly-gosh and gee-willikers. ::wince::
But about Geraldo Rivera...?
Oh, I think I pretty much made my point.
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Saturday March 29, 2008...
You Think You're Immune ::.
TO SURPRISE You think you've seen it all. You think nothing leftists can say -- no idiocy, no witlessness, no babbling -- can possibly surprise you. (After all, how much more wrong can you get than diametrically opposed to reality?)
And then some doofus comes along and blows your doors off.
There is one thing gun lovers won't understand. It is very simple. The word that sums it up is: Technology.
You use that word, but I do not think it means what you think it means.
Indeed, Dolly. They say ridicule is a good tool to counter idiocy. I wonder. As Ron White puts it, you can't fix stupid.
Hat tip: Uncle.
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Saturday March 29, 2008...
This Is To Remind You ::.
TODAY IS THE DAY and 8:00PM local is the hour for you to oppose yet another idiotic feelgood-symbol of the watermelon environmentalist movement and turn your lights on -- all your lights. And leave them on all night.
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Friday March 28, 2008...
Observation #666 ::.
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Friday March 28, 2008...
KudostoWarrenMeyer ::.
FOR MANAGING TO get through this interview between some greenie-weenie Web site and one Dr. Kate Rawles, a watermelon loon. Me, I got as far as this witless statement:
Western, industrialised lifestyles are literally unsustainable.
And bailed. I think I threw up in my mouth a little.
I mean, did somebody tell her, "I promise I won't cum in your mind."? Sheesh! How stupid does somebody have to be to swallow that spluge whole?
But Warren -- God preserve him -- managed to slog through the whole thing and come out the other side with some typically brilliant observations.
RTWT.
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Friday March 28, 2008...
Feckwit of the Week ::.
MICHELLE Obama.
Sometimes it's more comfortable to hold onto your own stereotypes and misconceptions. That's America.
No, Michelle. That's liberalism.
Gabrielle Francesca East (Dolly) | | |
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Friday March 28, 2008...
This Guy Has ::.
A POINT: biofuels are a bad idea for so many reasons, not least of which is the fact that, when you burn food for fuel, it is inevitable -- as day follows night -- people will go hungry.
Of course, to the warmistas, that's not a bug, it's a feature.
Well...
Yeah, they'll deny it if you brace 'em on it. But if you read their words, the tale told is a bit differnt.
True. But my point here is in argument with this:
"It is a sign of the lopsided priorities of certain countries that they will resort to measures that will produce fuel at a cheaper cost in order to meet the transport requirements of a section of their population," Mr Chidambaram said.
He's wrong. The fuel won't be cheaper. It will cost more -- both in costs direct to the consumer and in tax dollars wasted on a boondoggle, as well as in increased pollution and diminished fuel efficiency.
'N' antsittipatin' that some feckwit will yammer about some other -- scorn quotes -- "alternative" fuel, let us dispose of that with this: thpbthpbthpbthpbthpbthpbthpbthpbthpb!
Quite. From the minister's perspective, you could say that the cheaper fuel is just a stalking horse for what amount to a direct attack on his population. With the aid of cutting it back.
A most murderous intent, indeed.
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Friday March 28, 2008...
You Will Receive a Further Reminder ::.
ON SATURDAY, but here's a little tidbit in advance.
I would suggest that the biggest current threat to our planet is not either climate change or the financial "crisis," but the mindless conformist tendency to support ideas such as Earth Hour, which are aimed at the levers of both electrical and political power.
Here's a notion. Instead of turning your lights off on Saturday, turn them ON. Turn them ALL on! Let's make those satellite shots of night time lights worldwide brighter than ever before!
Call it Give a Watermelon a Heart Attack Day. (GAWAHAD -- pronounced GOW-wah-had.)
::titter::
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Friday March 28, 2008...
Windows in a Wall ::.
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Wednesday March 26, 2008...
Observation #665 ::.
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Wednesday March 26, 2008...
Cheap Shot Dept. ::.
YEAH, IT IS, AND yeah, it's all over the Intarwebz. I don't care who y'are, that-there's funny.
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Wednesday March 26, 2008...
A Good Congregant? ::.
I'M NO THEOLOGIAN but I do remember my Sunday School primer. The poor widow dropped a single, pitiful coin in the collection box and slunk away, embarrassed. But the rich man gave a bag of gold and shouted his own praises. And Jesus said something like, "It's easier for a camel to pass through the Eye of the Needle (a narrow gate in the walls of Jerusalem) than for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven."
So Barry H. Obama's folk (and folk who are not so much his) make much of the factoid (just as a planetoid is a small body which resembles a planet but is not really one, so is a factoid a nugget of information which resembles a fact, but really isn't one) that B. Hussein Obama donated funds in the range of $22,000.00 to Trinity church last year. (Or maybe in '06, but it was reported on his '07 tax return.)(Or '05 and '06, or some-such.).
But... a tithe is 10% of your income, right? And B. Hussein earned...
Now, you know people in that tax bracket don't "earn" their money -- they steal it right out of the mouths of those less fortunate than they.
Such as us.
Speak for yourself, buddy. I'm a multi-billionaire, remember?
Right.
... six-approaching-seven figures in '06. Down from ... more ... in '05.
What do you make of that?
Me? I make nothing of it. "Judge not, lest yet be judged." I just put it out there.
We report, you do the math.
Pre-zackly.
Ainnit funny how all these crypto-Marxists, whenever they want to take on the protective coloration of real people, always get it wrong -- in spectacularly tone-deaf ways?
Of course. It betrays a lack of understanding.
Gee! In't that what they accuse us of?
And you're surprised that liars project their lies onto others, because...?
Ah so!
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Wednesday March 26, 2008...
Columnist Wannabe ::.
JAMES WOLCOTT (Did I spell his name wrong? I can haz hope?) called me a microbe when I said this about the Virgina Tech atrocity, but he was wrong then and he'd be wrong now, and anyway, this bears repeating:
The State and Federal Governments who consistently pass stupid and illogical firearms laws; the Brady Bunch who continue to parrot the foul and malicious lie that "Only the military and police need guns"; Hollywood's sanctimonious assertation that "Violence is never the answer", "Guns are a red-neck thing", and "Women will only get hurt by guns"; not to mention societies acceptance of the Cult of Victimhood to the point where said Cult is a gods-be-damned State Religion -- each and every one of these is an unindicted co-conspirator to the crimes that took this young lady's life.
And I hope the lot of you roast in hell for it.
I just heard on the radio that a settlement has been offered to the families of victims of the Virginia Tech atrocity. I hope at least one of them has the knowledge and sense to refuse. Not only are those responsible for the depsicable gun ban on Virginia Tech's campus as red-handed as you can get without actually dipping your digits in it, since deaths resulted from their odious civil rights violation, this little provision of the United States Code should come into play:
§242. Deprivation of rights under color of law
Whoever, under color of any law, statute, ordinance, regulation, or custom, willfully subjects any person in any State, Territory, Commonwealth, Possession, or District to the deprivation of any rights, privileges, or immunities secured or protected by the Constitution or laws of the United States, or to different punishments, pains, or penalties, on account of such person being an alien, or by reason of his color, or race, than are prescribed for the punishment of citizens, shall be fined under this title or imprisoned not more than one year, or both; and if bodily injury results from the acts committed in violation of this section or if such acts include the use, attempted use, or threatened use of a dangerous weapon, explosives, or fire, shall be fined under this title or imprisoned not more than ten years, or both; and if death results from the acts committed in violation of this section or if such acts include kidnapping or an attempt to kidnap, aggravated sexual abuse, or an attempt to commit aggravated sexual abuse, or an attempt to kill, shall be fined under this title, or imprisoned for any term of years or for life, or both, or may be sentenced to death.
Columnist wannabe?
Getting it wrong?
But he writes for a national slick.
OK. He's a remarkably lifelike simulation of a columnist. How's that?
Also: Tam has a take on such things.
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Wednesday March 26, 2008...
At Least You Gotta ::.
GIVE OL' SERPENT HEAD credit for not wimping out. Unlike so many pols, Carville stands by calling Bill Richardson Judas.
Even so, as Insty says, that doesn't mean Hillary is Jesus.
I bet Bill might disagree.
Eh?
Sure! Can't you just hear it in the Chappaqua house? Hillary utters one of those kack-handed, tone-deaf idiocies, and Bill's reaction has to start out with, "JEEZUS, Hillary!"
...
Ba-dump-bump.
Uh, yeah.
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Wednesday March 26, 2008...
Texture: Extra ::.
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Tuesday March 25, 2008...
Observation #664 ::.
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Tuesday March 25, 2008...
Loyalty Oath In ::.
VOTER REGISTRATION might cause Rush Limbaugh to be haled into court for urging the crossover vote?
Leaving aside the constitutionality of the two party system, wouldn't the requirement of an oath of loyalty to a political party violate the voting rights act? How can this be a lawful test of voter eligibility?
Bring it on. It'd be a lot of fun to watch the whole corrupt edifice implode under the weight of its own internal inconsistencies.
But do you think that it'd be replaced by a less corruptible, more-transparent system?
What!??!1! Are you high on drugs?
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Tuesday March 25, 2008...
So, In Essence, You're Saying ::.
THAT THE LEGACY PARTISAN press is yet again engaged in its typically tendentious repetitive and redundant malpractice of withholding key information until it's too late?
Is that it?
Democrats are being barraged with new information about the candidates long after most of them have made a binding decision on a nominee. It is akin to being given a subscription to Consumer Reports the day after you bought a new car.
Sounds like it to me.
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Tuesday March 25, 2008...
Don't Normally Cotton ::.
TO POLITICAL THOUGHT experiments -- you know: "If a Republican did this, you know the media would be all over him like stink on shit." They always seem a bit lame to me. A sort of inverse argumentum ad hominem with a bit of English on the ball.
But this one seems, well, read for yourself.
If people did this kind of thing at a mosque it would be international news, and evidence of irredeemable hatred and bigotry...
If the perpetrators even survived, that is...
Heh.
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Tuesday March 25, 2008...
There IS Only One ::.
EFFECTIVE RESPONSE to a bully. Bloody him. Do not take concern for your own injury. Go ballistic/berserk/medieval/postal on his ass. Make him regret he ever picked a fight with you. If they gang up on you, take down as many as you can as fast as you can. As soon as you resist, they will stop. Until you do, they not only will continue, they will escalate. No other response works. You cannot trust in parents or authorities. There is nothing they can do in the moment of crisis to help you. YOU must defend YOURSELF, with every weapon at your disposal.
This is, incidentally, the only appropriate response to violent criminals, as well.
There speaks the voice of bitter experience, I'd bet.
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Tuesday March 25, 2008...
Whell, What ::.
DO YOU MAKE of this?
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Tuesday March 25, 2008...
Feel the Schadenfreude ::.
WHENEVER I HEAR people complain about the commercial stupidity of booksellers hiding conservative bestsellers in book stores, I can't help get a little frisson of irony...
Running up your leg, no doubt.
...Yess ...from observing that Borders (complained about at the link above) is in financial trouble and seeking a buyout.
It will be seen, I'm sure, by those on the Left as a "failure of the market" -- ::snicker:: -- but really, it's just the market working as designed.
Emwad.
Eh?
Market Working as Designed -- MWAD.
Oh... Keh.
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Tuesday March 25, 2008...
Up on the Roof ::.
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Sunday March 23, 2008...
Noise In The Attic ::.
BACK WHEN -- IN THE FIRST YEAR of The Great Study Project, we had a new roof put on Casa d'Alger and new electrical service run in. These were only semi-relevant to TGSP, but were necessary nonetheless.
You have to understand that Casa d'Alger is what is charitably in these parts called a bungalow. A.K.A.: shack. It's two stories high with a peaked roof. It stands on the side of a hill and the "ground" floor is below street level. The front porch actually is on the second floor.
Directly above the front porch is the only access to the attic space. We call it an attic space after the Greek city-state of Attica, because of... well, do the math. It's a tight space. Not entirely pleasant. Some odd people sometimes want to get into it. Small animals sometimes get in there.
You know, you COULD carry this metaphor a bit too far.
You mean to say you don't think I have yet?
Din't say that...
Fine.
The attic space is really only important as it provides a plenum through which electrical wiring runs.
At some time in the house's past (which extends back to the 19th Century), someone put a door in the access opening. Well, no. It was a window. Technically, since it was hinged at one side, it would be a casement window. Or, if not technically, then charitably. The window nature of it arises from the fact that it had two panes of glass in it.
Sometime during the early battles of The Great Study Project -- the wiring and roofing skirmishes, if you will -- one of the panes of glass got broken. Well, it was cracked before that, but it came loose and fell into the attic space sometime during those episodes.
And I resolved that, when I had the chance, I would fix the problem. I intended to replace the glass with something more substantial -- plywood, for example. Or steel boilerplate.
Maybe the latter would have been more appropriate -- if the repair had been timely.
Uh, yeah.
We had a pair of plastic shutters screwed to the house covering the opening, so it seemed that the thing was more-or-less protected against the inroads of small animals.
Back long ago, some of you may remember, we had experienced the joy of racoons in our chimney. It was old and disused, and the little buggers would climb down inside and den there. Seemed always to be immature ones, and they went away after awhile and that was it. They caused some entropy to the chimney and it worried us in a rather abstracted and procrastinated way. But when we had the roof done, we asked the roofers to knock the chimney back to below the roof line and cover over the opening, which they did.
The other week, when Og was visiting, we were sitting in The Study, nattering on about this and that and we heard a series of syncopated thuds, which sounded like they were coming from the house next door. We thought it might have beent he old lady who lives over there moving around using her walker. You know, THUD, step, drag, THUD. But it went on long enough for her to have served a banquet and her house just isn't that big. We couldn't identify it and after a while it went away, so we forgot about it.
Then, a couple days later, I heard a rustling sound overhead. I put two and two together and came up with three.
Not four? Or five?
No, Dolly. And the lesser figure carries a metaphorical significance which will gradually be revealed if you don't telegraph my punches.
SORR. REE! ::pout::
If told myself it was a small animal, imagining a squirrel or something. SWMBO immediately asked how such an animal might get in, and I dissembled, remembering the missing pane of glass, but imagining that the shutters still blocked the way for larger animals, and it must be one that could squeeze through a rather narrow gap.
Little did I imagine.
And it went on the list of maybe someday tasks to go up and close up the hole.
Then a neighbor called SWMBO at The Clinic and told her there was a raccoon living in our attic. She had actually seen it squeezing under the shutter over the front window. The noise we had heard that first night must have been the coon forcing it open.
Oops.
So I hauled the ladder out, clambered up on the porch roof, took down the shutters, opened the door -- er, window -- and shone a flashlight into the attic. In a moment, a pair of beady eyes peeked out from behind the chimney and the unmistakable silhouette of an adolescent-looking raccoon revealed itself.
Swell. So how do I get this thing out of there so I can close the opening?
I emailed Og, just to let him in on the joke, but also knowing he'd have some cogent advice, which he did. He offered among other gems that coons really hate the smell of ammonia. (Wonder why.) And mothballs. Advised killing -- for all the disease control reasons, no doubt -- and to avoid close contact and confrontation in enclosed spaces.
Public service announcement: Yes, raccoons are cute and very manlike in their cleverness and nimble fingers and all that. However, they are vicious when trifled with. They are also disease-ridden rodents -- frequent carriers of rabies -- and not to be trifled with. They are legitimately considered dangerous vermin. All caution is advised at all times.
Well...
I asked the Internet about raccoon repellents. And having done my research, I went to the local Ace hardware looking for a "maybe..." of a commercial product, where the guy tried to sell me a snare trap. Said, thanks, I'll try something else first. (What do you do with the body?) SO he said, best wait the sucker out -- he'll go out to eat, close up his entry then.
Made sense, except I don't fancy being up on the porch roof after dark trying to seal an old busted up window. I'm not much for waiting when chasing and rousting are on the menu.
The Internet had basically validated what Og said about ammonia and mothballs and added red pepper to the mix.
So I went to Kroger, bought a couple cans of cayenne pepper, a gallon of ammonia (standing the cleansers aisle wondering just how much ammonia is it going to take to get rid of this li'l bastard -- hell, get two bottles), and a box of mothballs.
Came back to Casa d'Alger and set myself up. Poured some ammonia in a spray bottle. (One of a six pack bought at Sams; SWMBO gave me shit when I bought it -- "We're never gonna use all of those bottles.") Gathered up my implements -- including a flashlight and a laser. (The Internet said they don't like lasers shined in their eyes. WTF. I have one, can't hurt to try.) Set up the ladder, climbed up on the porch roof. He's sitting there back aways from the opening right next to the chimney -- probably the best place for maneuver'd be my guess -- beady eyes glowing in the dark. I squirted him with ammonia and threw a couple mothballs down that end of the attic.
He started toward the egress, looking like he didn't like this and would really on the whole rather be in Philadelphia.
"This is too easy," I thought and backed down the ladder, offering words of encouragement. "You want to come out, Buddy? Don't let me stand in your way. Come on out."
He stuck his nose out, looked around and went back inside. I figured he might be taking it in stages, so I went across the street and sat in my car, where I could keep an eye on the window.
He didn't come out.
Back up on the roof, I shone the flashlight in. He was right next to the window. Fine. Encourage him. I doused him good with ammonia and sprayed more farther in for good measure. He shuffled around trying to hide from the spray, thinking about coming out, but not wanting to confront me. (Which was fine with me; I didn't want to confont him, either.) I climbed back onto the ladder and stood there on the edge of the roof chucking mothballs in and spraying more ammonia through the door until he decided he'd had enough and didn't much care if there was this big ape in the way. He slunk over the sill, dropped to the porch roof, and made a beeline for the house roof. I got in a parting shot as his ass bumped over the gable and disappeared down the gutter line.
A few minutes later, as I was screwing my plywood plug into the doorway, I saw him on the neighbors porch. He ottered over the gutter and shinnied down the pillar. I hope he's still leavin' tracks and tellin' all his buddies to stay away from the smelly human place.
Thus endeth the saga of the strange noise in the night.
Postscript: He's ba-a-a-a-ack. No sooner had I collapsed the ladder and taken my tools inside, than I could hear rustlings and thumpings on the roof. The little bastard was trying to get into our attic. Now, I have faith in my plug. He's not getting through it, but he could do damage to the house trying and I don't want to pay -- for example -- for a new roof membrane for the porch roof. So I'm engaging in a bit of guerilla warfare -- sniping at him with the ammonia spray over the gutter of the porch roof and staring him down any time we come face-to-face (across distances of 15 feet; I'm not going to come to grips with a wild animal -- trust me). I'm hoping I can make this experience unpleasant enough that he'll give it up as a bad job and go elsewhere. But a warm place to sleep in this changey weather has got to appeal, and I don't expect he's going to give up that easily.
Of course, I still have the pepper spray in reserve. Heh.
Post-postscript: The coon IS a mother. I was awakened sometime after midnight by the sound of a rather vigorous attack on the upper structure of the house. It sounded like an attack on the shutters over the gable vent at the rear of the house -- directly over the bedroom window. I armed myself with flashlight and ammonia spray and threw open the sash. No coon. Once out in the air, I could hear that the attack was actually in the north breezeway -- between Casa d'Alger and the house belonging to the old lady next door.
I dressed and went outside to find the coon trying desperately to get into the house through -- variously -- the roof or under the sophet vent. And this in apparent response to an insistent mewling from several small voices within the attic. Immured there by -- you guessed it -- moi.
And so the warfare escalates. She is not going to go away until she either gets access to her kits or they die of starvation. Two days is the current estimate. Assuming she fed them today -- a problematic assumption -- that means this continues at least until Tuesday. Or we call a critter control company.
As Og puts it in email, two days to starve, stink all summer.
Last couple of times I have gone out to deter a particularly determined attack, I have not heard the kits mewling. Could they be weakening so quickly?
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