"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."
Thanks to Boudicca for spurring me to let my family know what to put on my “grave marker”—a stick-on label saying,
In this mason jar are the cremains of The Black Knight of America’s Third World Countyâ„¢
“‘Tis but a scratch.”
(Oh, btw, maybe my family would play at least the Black Knight scene from “Search for the Holy Grail” at a wake or something, in my remembrance, as it were… invincible.mp3)
Whoever visited from “sugartown-162.camtel.net (216.84.141.65)”, you were my 50,000th “unique visitor” (excluding, as far as possible search engine crawlers and myself) since I started keeping track around the end of March 2005.
Thanks. Now I can stop checking Statcounter daily, as I have for the past several days. 50,000 “unique pairs of eyeballs” (insofar as the technology available to me can determine) isn’t all that much, I know, and, given the best info I have, translates to somewhere between seven and eight times as many “hits” in that time frame. Still not a huge number.
But, it’s certainly more than I would have expected, given the often iconoclastic, irascible, and sometimes downright weird nature of this blog. (Did I say weird? But one contrast will suffice: what other blog do you know that would feature not only Mohammed in a pink dress but regular rails against every damn politician to pollute the air with their existance, appeals to read Chesterton and Wodehouse and a recipe for mock haggis? I rest my case.)
So, back to my regular schedule of “everything AND the kitchen sink” and about this time next year, I’ll start wondering how many folks have actually dropped by.
Thanks for all the fish.
Hold this lil thought in the back of your mind. There’s an application just waiting to happen a little later…
“And if thine eye offend thee, pluck it out: it is better for thee to enter into the kingdom of God with one eye, than having two eyes to be cast into hell … ” —Mark 9:47
Via Stop the ACLU and WorldNet Daily, a little outrage over a recent California Supreme Court decision that ruled that forcing sex offenders who had been convicted of having oral sex with kids need no longer be registered as sex offenders.
“Look for William Jefferson Clinton to move to California soon. One of his favorite sexual activities is being given a wink and a nod by that state’s highest court.”¹
Yeh, well, at least Bill waited until the girl was of age… chronologically, at least (though that hardly excuses his behavior).
Both Kevin McCullough (WND) and Jay (STACLU) would prefer to eliminate the “registered sex offenders” program for pedophiles entirely—by substituting public execution. Jay’s a little stronger, advocating public humiliation preceding the execution. I think maybe the “offending member” should be cut off (or “plucked out”) as a part of that humiliation process, myself.* (Of course, that’d create no guarantee that the slime would “enter the kingdom of heaven” even absent the offending body part[s].)
But no. The same faux liberal swamp that spent much venom on the Catholic church (very rightly, IMO) over a few pedophile priests, gave rise to this sort of abhorrent idiocy giving pedophile predators a free ride on their crime. Heck, recall that it’s the same faux liberal swamp that supports the ACLU’s defense of NAMBLA efforts to propagandize, brainwash and recruit boy toys.
One thing no one can ever accuse the fever swamp of faux liberalism today of is rational behavior or any consistency apart from a consistent, unceasing effort to continue making American society into the worst imaginable replica of a degenerate and savage land.
Thanks, California Supremes (believe it or not, I unintentionally typed “Caligula Supremes” initially-some unconscious truth emerging) for showing America what vile and immoral creatures liberal judges can be. Yet another reason for the American people to distrust and disrespect the courts.
And, remember the fate of Soddom and Gomorrah.
*Oh, and before someone starts whining in comments about “cruel and unusual punishment,” let me be very clear: I Don’t Care. The crueler it is, the better, pour encourager les autres, as it were…
Fiction should be that: just good fun. A story to amuse, entertain and, if it teaches anything at all, had any higher or more noble purpose, does so via the means of a good, well-told story. (Unfortunately, the 20th Century saw a great departure from this idea. *sigh*)
That’s one reason I agree with so many who deem P.G. Wodehouse the best novelist of the 20th Century. All of his (nearly all very short) novels are just that: novel, amusing and entertaining farces, but so very well written, with characters and dialogue and decriptive narrative that are so engaging, that one scarcely notices that their ONLY point is to entertain and amuse.
Another earlier 20th Century (and late 19th Century) author who approached Wodehouse’s readability in his fiction (but who excelled at non-fiction as well) is G.K. Chesterton. Here’s a little throwaway piece of descriptive narrative from one of his detective stories in illustration of his adept use of English:
It was one of those journeys on which a man perpetually feels that now at last he must have come to the end of the universe, and then finds he has only come to the beginning of Tufnell Park.
I’ve been on some journeys like that, haven’t you? And yet, to have an “omnibus” ride described in such terms is a delightful piece of prose painting of the type that Chesterton excelled in.
May I recommend that you CLICK on the Gutenberg.org link in my “Cool Links” section (or in this sentence :-)) and check out some Chesterton for yourself? Whether you settle on one of his lighter pieces of fiction or one of his theological or apologetics essays or his comments on society and mankind in general, or even any of his poetry, his words will draw you into a genial conversation with a sharp, inquiring mind who knew well the power of language… and had inestimable skill in its use.
Chesterton is just one more example of how much FUN one can have using one’s brain for something other than a paperweight.
Posting an invitation to the party at Stop the ACLU
I don’t check the TTLB game all that often. It’s mostly an insiders game with little point but bragging rights among a very small portion of the blogosphere. Yeh, that’s right: Technorati does a moderately decent (sometimes) job of tracking more than 20,000,000 blogs—dead and alive. The TTLB ecosystem tracks what, about 50,000? A small number, in any case.
Don’t get me wrong. I don’t think the TTLB Ecosystem’s a bad game, and it does seem to track links among the blogs it tracks more quickly than Technorati. And in fact, the TTLB thing can be quite useful finding folks who link to me, so I can go check out what they are doing on their blogs (I feel it’s only right that I do so when I can, cos, after all, they did link to me, right?). And Technorati, possibly because of its size, is much less responsive to inquiries about problems—or at least it has been in my case.
Be that as it may, TTLB is mostly a pissing game* that does have some very useful features, and every now and then I check my “ranking” on the way to seeing who TTLB says is linking to me.
And then I also sometimes check the Ecosystem’s front page to see where buds at STACLU or some such are floating.
OK, so ‘splains me this:
Huh?!?!?
do you yahoo?!?!?!
CLUE: It’s. Not. A. Blog.
*sheesh*
*You guys remember the pissing game from grade school, right? Oh, and those of you guys who never matured beyond gradeschool probably played it in high school, too. *sigh* Hope you aren’t still stuck in grade school immaturity, though… Anyway, it is a simple game: who can piss the farthest/longest/highest. That’s all. Whoop-dee-do.
Scratchin’ my head at MacBros Place.
OK, I must confess. This recipe is NOT mine; I have NOT even tried it. I post it here in the honest attempt to sucker one of y’all, my faithful readers, into trying it and reporting back (or your heirs reporting back) concerning its edibility… and possible toxicity.
*heh*
Note that I HAVE warned you. What you do with the following information is ENTIRELY on your own head!
PEANUT BUTTER SOUP
1 stalk celery, coarsely chopped
1 med. carrot, coarsely chopped
2 tbsp. chopped onion
3/4 c. water
2 chicken flavored or beef flavored bouillon cubes
2 c. water, divided
1/2 c. creamy peanut butter
1/4 tsp. pepper
1 tbsp. cornstarch
1/2 c. half and half
Chopped peanuts (doesn’t saw raw or roasted, so I assume raw–ed.)
Carrot strips, optional
Combine first 4 ingredients in a saucepan; cover and cook over low heat 10 minutes or until tender. Add bouillon cubes and 1 1/2 cup water, cook, uncovered, until cubes dissolve. Pour mixture into container of an electric blender, and add peanut butter and pepper; process until smooth. Return the mixture to saucepan.
Combine cornstarch and remaining 1/2 cup water, stirring until blended; stir into soup mixture. Bring to a boil; reduce heat to low, and cook 1 minute. Stir in half and half; cook over low heat, uncovered, stirring constantly, until thoroughly heated. If desired, garnish individual servings with carrot strips and chopped peanuts. Makes 3 servings, 1 cup each.
I found this recipe here, so DO NOT BLAME ME FOR THE OUTCOME SHOULD YOU TRY THIS!
There are lots more (and weirder) Peanut Soup recipes at that site, and no you do NOT get to ask why I was looking for “peanut butter soup”. It’s personal, private and embarrassing.
So there.
(And no, it’s not about what you think. Just cos I added the category “SEX!” in order to see if some dummies searching for “Hot monkey peanut soup sex” would turn up on my stats page, it doesn’t mean “personal, private and embarrassing” refers to that. So get your minds outa the gutter, ‘K?)
No, this is not a Guard the Borders post about illegal aliens crossing our borders and living in our midst, sucking the life from a rule of law. This is about something else.
I was just a young lad when the reality that most folks who crawl behind the wheel of a car seem to crawl back, mentally, into the primordial ooze and begin evidencing the intelligence of single-celled organisms. That’s when our next-door neighbor decided to turn around in her seat to remostrate with a child while she was driving, assuring that her only real accomplishment would not be correcting her child but putting me in the hospital for more than a month (with more hospital stays later for other painful and frightening operations and procedures) by propelling me off my bicycle at a large fraction of her vehicle’s speed when she drove off the road…
While laying there in hospital, I was propelled during long nights of intimate aquaintance with pain… and those delightful pain meds, to begin an earlier than would probably have been normal foray into abstract thought. Particularly, I sent a lot of time thinking about death and what might come after.
Now, for a young boy, that might seem a little out of place, but pain was a frequent reminder—along with all those oh-so-helpful visitors—of Death’s kiss on my cheek. And so I thought of eternity, and eternity of nothingness or an eternity of life in heaven as promised by my church.
Neither were particularly comforting stacked up against the idea of forever.
I’d like to think that those days and weeks spent contemplating death and life, foreverness or nothingness propelled me into becoming a “deep thinker” but that’s not the case. All that experience did teach me is that this life I now live is going to end. What comes after is an eternity of something, and whatever that something is, it will be profoundly other than this life now.
And that the end of this life I now live is inevitable.
So, while I can be frightened in the sense of being startled or being threatened with harm, being frightened of death itself has become, over all the years since contemplating the discomforting nature of eternity, not such a big deal.
And maybe that makes me an alien of sorts among most folk.
While I don’t buy all of his argument, William S. Lind has a point (or three),
To understand the Left’s insistence on leaving the drawbridge down, one has to know what “Political Correctness†and “multi-culturalism†really are. They are code words for the cultural Marxism of the Frankfurt School, the Marxist think tank that, beginning around 1930, undertook the intellectually difficult task of translating Marxism from economic into cultural terms (it had to break with both Moscow and Marx on some important points to do it.) Cultural Marxism’s purpose is the destruction of Western culture and the Christian religion. Any ally helpful in reaching those goals is to be welcomed, including allies who would slit the cultural Marxists’ own throats. So long as the West can be brought down, any price is worth paying.
From faux liberal congresscritters to Academia Nuts, Loony Left Moonbats and Mass Media Podpeople (Oh! My!), the thirst for the death of the West is palpable. America, at least, needs to wake up and smell the stench of the plague-ridden corpses of Marx and Engel dragged into our “castle” by the traitors in our midst.
Just a happy thought for Friday…
Shouting “Raise the drawbridge” at Basil’s Blog.
Also note the other fine blogs featuring linkfests at
Linkfest Haven.
Yeh, this is a roundup of posts and articles that have caught my interest this week, as well as an open trackback post ALL WEEKEND LONG. Link this post and track back—N.B. SpamKarma 2 flags trackbacks that do not link as spam, so don’t blame me if your tb doesn’t show up. It also sometimes registers a few false positives, so I still eyeball things and do restore tbs when I think SK2 is wrong.
Enough of that. Here’s my roundup of SOME of the posts and articles that have caught my eye recently.
This won’t be an exhaustive list. I’ll hold myself to the top five Advantages to Living in America’s Third World Countyâ„¢
5. Beautiful landscapes. I’m not talking about scenic drivebys, although we have those in abundance, still. No, the beautiful landscapes I’m talking about are all around us. I can walk out on my back deck and see across the creek from our property land that seems as untouched as when this area was first settled in the 1820s. And I live “in town” (by about 150 feet).
4.) Low, low crime rate. See #3 below. Save for a few idiot meth labbers who are too damned stupid to realize that their neighbors can too tell they’re running a lab (and turn them in), it’s remarkably safe living in America’s Third World Countyâ„¢. The only real danger folks run here is from outsiders and sometimes trigger-happy sheriff’s deputies (who in any case are inevitably outsiders themselves… letting off at other outsider troublemakers). Most Third World Countians know what Gun Control means…
3.) Gun racks in darned near every pickup truck. With guns racked and ready for use. Some kid expelled for having a rifle in his pickup in the high school parking lot? You HAVE to be kidding! He probably just got to school after an early morning hunt and is on his way back out as soon as the last class dismisses. Fuggetaboutit. And I KNOW alla my neighbors are armed and dangerous… to intruders who are the ones who need to BOLO (for armed and dangerous homeowners).
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