Tam is sweating (and joking; after all, she is Tam) her way through a darkness, waiting on laboratory tests to say yea or nay about a condition no one wants. Drop on over to wish her well.
Nov 2, 2012
Sandy note
Mayor-Against-Guns Bloomberg touts a "couple of murder-free days" in post-Sandy Manhattan. He can't say why, but he hints it's because of his brilliant municipal leadership.
Could be, but more likely:
"Hey, Bro, lets go down to Virginia and buy some assault rifles and come back and shoot some mofos and take their stuff."
"Can't do it Homie. Ain't no way to get across the bridges and da tunnels is flooded."
"Well, sheeeee-it then. If I can't get no gun guess I'll just go on up to the church and help Father Flanagan feed nuns and orphans."
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Could be, but more likely:
"Hey, Bro, lets go down to Virginia and buy some assault rifles and come back and shoot some mofos and take their stuff."
"Can't do it Homie. Ain't no way to get across the bridges and da tunnels is flooded."
"Well, sheeeee-it then. If I can't get no gun guess I'll just go on up to the church and help Father Flanagan feed nuns and orphans."
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Nice Sandy. (Arfing for votes)
Hurricane Sandy is one for the books, History will recall it as the photo op that saved a president's seat. Also the seat widely expected to seek re-election as boss politician of New Jersey.
MSNBC is having the most fun. The Channel of the Left is cutting programming costs in half by just putting up still shots of Christie and Obama staring deeply and lovingly into one another's eyes. Over and over, concentrating on the images suggesting they need a room.
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On some level His Ineptness may give a tiny Jack Schidtt about the the human unpleasantness in the Middle Atlantic states. As a politician, which he is above all else, you have to believe he delights in this October surprise. At a cost no greater than that of composing the right touchy-feely sentences he wins the Battle of the "Earned" Media in the final seven days. It wouldn't work so well for him if voters listened to him with their reasoning facilities in the "on" mode. For instance:
Yesterday he provided a detail of his relief program. He has ordered all federal bureaucrats to return all New Jersey calls "within 15 minutes," to ignore "red tape" and to "find a way to say yes" to any state, county, municipal, or township nabob who figures the nation owes him something. That sort of open-trough policy would corrupt even the nation's most honestly governed state. (South Dakota, probably.).
In the days of free-range hogs in Iowa, we had a similar battle cry. "SOOO-EEEEE. Come pig pig pig."
(cf .Katrina, Irene)
MSNBC is having the most fun. The Channel of the Left is cutting programming costs in half by just putting up still shots of Christie and Obama staring deeply and lovingly into one another's eyes. Over and over, concentrating on the images suggesting they need a room.
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On some level His Ineptness may give a tiny Jack Schidtt about the the human unpleasantness in the Middle Atlantic states. As a politician, which he is above all else, you have to believe he delights in this October surprise. At a cost no greater than that of composing the right touchy-feely sentences he wins the Battle of the "Earned" Media in the final seven days. It wouldn't work so well for him if voters listened to him with their reasoning facilities in the "on" mode. For instance:
Yesterday he provided a detail of his relief program. He has ordered all federal bureaucrats to return all New Jersey calls "within 15 minutes," to ignore "red tape" and to "find a way to say yes" to any state, county, municipal, or township nabob who figures the nation owes him something. That sort of open-trough policy would corrupt even the nation's most honestly governed state. (South Dakota, probably.).
In the days of free-range hogs in Iowa, we had a similar battle cry. "SOOO-EEEEE. Come pig pig pig."
(cf .Katrina, Irene)
Oct 31, 2012
The resurrection and the knife
A nice thing about good little loopholes is that they feature all sorts of easy and mindless blog food at trifling cost, in this case a five-dollar bill.
There is no official relic-condition category called "hideous to the max," but there should be. What else do you call a (probable) M1 bayonet variation -- greatly shrunken -- like this?
The first incorrect impulse is to ID it as some sort of M1 carbine blade. Among other things, the muzzle hole is too big. So, Garand? Maybe. Also maybe a foreign adaptation of the M1 bayonet for something else. (The key to M1ish identification is the complicated birds-head pommel.) It's 11 inches overall with a 6 1/2 -inch blade.
The other faulty impulse is to curse the Bubba who maimed it beyond any wild dream of restoration: all markings obliterated, lug catch ground off, hilt metal and pommel deeply pitted, and a fuller showing the endeavors of a guy who had a Dreml but shouldn't have. The finishing touch is a set of grips crafted from salvaged orange crate lumber and Elmer's glue.
I'll take a short-odds bet that this one is a dugup and spent a long time under damp earth before someone kicked it up and decided to see if he could turn it into a knife. So it's a well-motivated resurrection, sort of like Stephen King's risen cat; it didn't walk too well, but it was still reconizable as a cat-like object.
There is no official relic-condition category called "hideous to the max," but there should be. What else do you call a (probable) M1 bayonet variation -- greatly shrunken -- like this?
The first incorrect impulse is to ID it as some sort of M1 carbine blade. Among other things, the muzzle hole is too big. So, Garand? Maybe. Also maybe a foreign adaptation of the M1 bayonet for something else. (The key to M1ish identification is the complicated birds-head pommel.) It's 11 inches overall with a 6 1/2 -inch blade.
The other faulty impulse is to curse the Bubba who maimed it beyond any wild dream of restoration: all markings obliterated, lug catch ground off, hilt metal and pommel deeply pitted, and a fuller showing the endeavors of a guy who had a Dreml but shouldn't have. The finishing touch is a set of grips crafted from salvaged orange crate lumber and Elmer's glue.
I'll take a short-odds bet that this one is a dugup and spent a long time under damp earth before someone kicked it up and decided to see if he could turn it into a knife. So it's a well-motivated resurrection, sort of like Stephen King's risen cat; it didn't walk too well, but it was still reconizable as a cat-like object.
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