"Get those dogies movin,
"Tho' they're disapprovin'
"RAWMIIILK."
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Dr. Ron brought down the house last night in New Hampshire with a clarion call to let folks drink raw milk if they want. Holy Moly, Mary Marvel -- Cannabis. Raw Milk. There goes the Republic.
It's making the teevee heads even more nervous in light of Paul's new statistical tie with Newt in Iowa.
Gee, I like starting the day with a grin.
Dec 14, 2011
Dec 12, 2011
Survival according to Mommie Dot.Guv
A sign of the season has arrived, my government's annual hints from the Highway Patrol about avoiding death and other inconvenience on our wintry roads.
A winter survival kit should include items such as a coffee can or container, a candle, matches, sand or kitty litter, some candy bars, extra blankets, a shovel and a working cell phone.
I'll forgive the omission of a well-tuned 1911 and several charged magazines. I can overlook the absence of a flashlight. After all, these little public relations fluff jobs are meant for people qualified to operate neither.
But why a can AND kitty litter? Seems to me that if you're traveling without a cat one or the other would suffice. And even if you have Tabby with you, couldn't you share? I mean, it's an emergency and all.
A winter survival kit should include items such as a coffee can or container, a candle, matches, sand or kitty litter, some candy bars, extra blankets, a shovel and a working cell phone.
I'll forgive the omission of a well-tuned 1911 and several charged magazines. I can overlook the absence of a flashlight. After all, these little public relations fluff jobs are meant for people qualified to operate neither.
But why a can AND kitty litter? Seems to me that if you're traveling without a cat one or the other would suffice. And even if you have Tabby with you, couldn't you share? I mean, it's an emergency and all.
Dec 11, 2011
Neck Knife
With respect for the gentle and competent Marko, I question the practice of carrying a knife around the neck. Securely sheathed, it may not pose much of a cutting threat to the carrier, but, then again, it might.
The paracord necklace bothers me more. My philosophy of life holds that anything around a guy's neck should have the breaking strength of a Girl Scout handicraft project, say, a string of beads on three-pound mono. Why wear a garrote, handy to the bad guy and to any random snag when you go off balance?
Nevertheless, he has worked out the risks and rewards to his own satisfaction. If he's content, I'm content. Not so one of his commenters.
I suggest you drop by Marko's place to see what I mean. The guy wonders what the knife is +for+ and then answers his own question by speculating the most likely use is crazed and bloody revenge on some innocent nun who fails to step aside for you on the sidewalk. I am amazed at the tolerance Marko shows for the person.
H/T Tam.
The paracord necklace bothers me more. My philosophy of life holds that anything around a guy's neck should have the breaking strength of a Girl Scout handicraft project, say, a string of beads on three-pound mono. Why wear a garrote, handy to the bad guy and to any random snag when you go off balance?
Nevertheless, he has worked out the risks and rewards to his own satisfaction. If he's content, I'm content. Not so one of his commenters.
I suggest you drop by Marko's place to see what I mean. The guy wonders what the knife is +for+ and then answers his own question by speculating the most likely use is crazed and bloody revenge on some innocent nun who fails to step aside for you on the sidewalk. I am amazed at the tolerance Marko shows for the person.
H/T Tam.
Sidebar on my youthful loves
The courtship of Margie did not prosper.
Not long after classes began in September, she entered into a relationship with with a much older man, guy by the name of Rex, about 16, who had curly hair and one of the coolest cars around. Funny, I can't remember if it was a c. '50 Ford two-door or a '50 Merc. Either way, it was lowered in back and had frenched headlights.
Not long after classes began in September, she entered into a relationship with with a much older man, guy by the name of Rex, about 16, who had curly hair and one of the coolest cars around. Funny, I can't remember if it was a c. '50 Ford two-door or a '50 Merc. Either way, it was lowered in back and had frenched headlights.
The blow to my self-esteem was devastating, and riding past her house on my Whizzer* brought no solace.
I yearned for a better world, a nation governed by men devoted to fairness and equality, a power structure which would have required Rex to share and share alike. Imagine, a law giving me ownership of that rod --and hence, presumptively, claim to the company of the lovely Margie -- on alternate Saturday nights.
I yearned for a better world, a nation governed by men devoted to fairness and equality, a power structure which would have required Rex to share and share alike. Imagine, a law giving me ownership of that rod --and hence, presumptively, claim to the company of the lovely Margie -- on alternate Saturday nights.
While it comes too late to spare me a life of regret, it is heartening that the egalitarian forces of President Obama are working so hard to spare other stricken lads such pain.
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