“Snuck” is an example of one of the MANY reasons I have such a deep distrust of democracy.
That is all. For now.
Never Forget
Since this is a mid-term election year, always remember that in addition to MASSIVE Dhimmicrap cheating one should also always remain aware of the stupidity of people in large groups, especially on election day.
After all, the stupidity of people i large groups is what democracy is all about. . .
“In a democracy (‘rule by mob’), those who refuse to learn from history will be the majority and will dictate that everyone else suffer for their ignorance.” -third world county’s corollary to Santayana’s Axiom
Tongue-Clicking SciFi or LitRPG Characters Have You Twitching, Too?
Soooooo tired of this Manga meme. ITRW, people only do this to “giddyup” horses or sub for clickers with click-trained dogs. Or. . . they are imaginary (yeh, that’s about how “real world” they are) Japanese schoolgirls (or schoolboys who would be more comfy in skits) caught up in a Manga meme.
Here’s the solution for those twitches: STOP READING THAT CRAP!
*heh*
Town Livin’
Third World County™-style.
Yeh, I did see a pig sauntering down the street through a collection of small apartments, and I am now listening to a Spring calf bawl just over the way, in a neighbor’s yard. Amd their rooster makes for a pleasant dawn wakeup call.
Here. In town. Maybe the “city” will let me raise goats to mow my lawn. . .
My Name Is NOT “Joe Btfsplk”
No, that is not a rain cloud you see hovering over my head. It’s smoke from me constantly burning the lies from politicians, Mass MEdia Hivemind Podpeople, Academia Nut Fruitcakes, and other assorted Children of the Lie.
Rational “Gender Identity”
Girls are born with an “innie.” Boys are born with an “outie.” Anyone who tries to tell kids this isn’t the determiner, just answer, “OK, Groomer,” and put them in your rear view mirror.
Olde Pharte Syndrome® Strikes Again
Now and again, I hear (between my ears) Ravenscroft’s voice singing the melody to “You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch” but with different lyrics featuring Son&Heir’s dog. . .
“You’re a good dog, Mr. Hobbs. . . ”
And that quite often invokes Olde Pharte Syndrome®, and I am transported (again, between my ears) back to Capitol Recording, LA, 1971, where my intro to 70s-era recording technology was performed by Bud Cole, Ravenscroft’s frequent sound engineer/producer, chatting with me as he worked the board.
Ah! Memories. They are what tell us when we have gotten old enough, eh? *heh*
The Country’s In the Very Best of Hands
Oh, you just KNOW it is. “They” (the crazy politicians who have destroyed the economy and the Dhimmicrap Operatives with Bylines in the Hivemind, in particular) all say so, and we KNOW how important the truth is to them. ?
Special Features
PC Mag, once an informative source for info about, you know, PCs and related items now wants to clue me in about “The Best TVs under $1,000.” Yeh, well, if I’m gonna eke out juuuust under a kilobuck for a TV, it had better bring me my coffee. . . and shut itself off afterwards.
Progress
So, with “bad” knee out –again– for the past month or so, and five pretty massive trees we need removed, I’m glad the tree guys were available to take ’em out today. Some remaining effluvia I had yet to reduce (either w/chainsaw mill or burning to make charcoal out of harder wood) is going as well. This will give me a chance to put the north fence back up and make some better lumber, as soon as knee’s back in good enough shape.