Irritate authoritarians, read Staghounds

It's here, a very nice, very entertaining,  explanation of why the "ballot whores" and their hired hands almost always make a mess of things.

If nothing else it will remind you of a  Supreme Court decision yclept  Kelo. Like the Korean War, it's a case -- a lesson -- too easy to forget.

But there's a lot more, including a cheerful vision of challenging  Barack and Michelle to estimate their annual toilet paper consumption.

Stephen Slater

Okay, so he's an effeminate effup. It's still hard not to sympathize with him and to engage in the futile hope that someone will horse whip the woman who set him off.

On the other hand, I've met more than a few stews who made +me+ want to hit the slide.

The main downside here is that this guy is likely  to go on Maddow, impress a producer somewhere,  and proceed to a long career as a media pest.

Uff duh, such an auction.

If my head weren't so sweaty I'd have someone take a picture of me in my brand new Stetson, the  "Duke" model, and I'll be damned if it ain't, Pilgrim.

If I weren't so tired I'd go out in the shop and saw some more wood on my  big old cast-iron, 14-inch Delta band saw, which definitely isn't brand new, except to me. Which is good because it is a Delta. Let me explain:

There are two kinds of Delta tools. There are those, like this one,  from a generation-plus ago when the company still competed with a few other American tool makers to see who  could build the sturdiest, most trouble-free, most easily repaired, most elegant and straight-forward machines in the world.  The other kind come from the same firm which, in  about the 1980s,  discovered that "Delta" was  also an oriental slang term meaning  "built with celerity out of toad shit and tinfoil" -- and decided to bow to the Wisdom of the Mysterious East.

(The saw needs a cleaning after a few years in a barn, but with the barn swallow spoor brushed off and plugged in for a test, she ran quiet and straight and true. Errr, $55 with a couple spare blades,  if you must know.)  T'   hee.

Or if I weren't so tired I would go unload and stow the 200 pounds or so of lead and (no-kidding) Linotype metal.  Runs about ten cents pound out here in Bucolia.

Winchester and Federal primers were about a buck a deck, and Winchester Silvertip bullets in .308 and 125 grains were similarly given away. Not to mention the  Lyman mold handles I mentioned needing in a bleg a while back.

I feel so blessed. :)

Crime Fighting (Oregon Style)

The health cops and their elected bosses are on the ball in Portland where they found a seven-year-old girl assaulting the public health with an unlicensed lemonade stand.  An inspector tried to close her down.  Some nearby citizens reacted antisocially. The germ-fighting Dick Tracy had to get on his wrist radio and call for backup.

Much later, one of Portland's  elected scum detected a certain popular discontent with the idiocy. He  apologized to the little girl and her mother, but he was careful to defend his Microbian Knights for just "following the rule book."

I wonder how much open carry might do to encourage our masters' little minions to get their goddam noses out of the rule books and exercise a little common sense; to think  before opening their  noxious, gaping, tax-fed, mouths to harass seven-year-old girls who will  contribute  more to the world  before they are old  enough to vote than the bureaucrats will in a long lifetime of  tax-trough slurping.

The rule book needs a little help  itself, a good man or woman with a gross of blue pencils.

(Try to simply read through the sophomoric, fatal,  search for the cute in the AP piece.)