Neanderpundit

Roberta links to a sweet story, whcih reminds me of one of mine own.

Once upon a time, in a galaxy far far away, I was at a “tourist” destination that had live steam locomotives. It was wintry and cold, and the engineers were sitting at the station waiting for the next go-around, and I sweet talked and bribed them until they let me fire the old girl up for a spin around the little circle of track.

I was excited and nervous, the engine pulled three little cars and they were empty and the snow fell as I rounded the curves, feeling the heat and muscle of the old iron as it scuttled along the worn rails. The brass handles worn smooth by the rough hands of a hundred odd years of hard men. The cinders and smoke and steam in my face.

In my life I have done things few people have done. I have steered a plow behind a horse, dug a well, and driven a steam engine. Few people can say that. Fewer still care. But those machines were once the magic muscle that drove this country- without them we might have ended up another soviet, or a bunch of landlocked republics. The iron rail and steam knitted a net across the country that made us one. I’m happy to see the resurgence of rail shipping fueled by- well, by fuel.

What a sharp memory that is.

My old friend and confidant Mlle Jenny is watching her old golden slowly die. He’s stopped eating and drinking, and Jenny suspects his time is near.

A lot of people believe dogs have no souls. This is the utterest bullshit I have ever heard. The lowest street dog has more soul than the average bureaucrat. I fully expect that Gus will be romping in the fields of Eden soon, falling asleep under shady trees and dreaming of chasing otherworldly rabbits.

For a human, I would ask you to pray that his soul is prepared to be viewed by The Lord. For a dog, all I can ask is that you pray he goes peacefully and in no pain.

Don’t make me come and make you do this, I will fuck you up.

Update: A picture of Gus, the Good Boy.

I just realized, in about seventy two hours, the mutation period of this cold I have, I will land in PARIS. having contaminated every single person on board the plane. I am about to give the French a head cold.

To all the decent citizens of France: I am truly sorry. I hope your suffering is short and your illness does not linger.

To all the cheese eating surrender monkeys, and Muslims, DIE WALLOWING IN YOUR OWN FILTH, YOU SLIMY BASTARDS!!!

Would go something like this:

Pursuant to the fact that the current economic crisis was manufactured predominantly by “Community Organizers” such as ACORN, and supported by the likes of Pelosi, Frank, Raines, et al, those people, and anyone else found complicit in this mess, will be hanged by the neck until dead before the end of business today.

In order to insure the ongoing strength of our banking community the Fed will LOAN the appropriate amount of cash to the appropriate entities under the following conditions:

Loans which are in arrears currently will be refinanced at 30 years at a fixed interest not to exceed THE CURRENT MARKET RATE BASED ON THEIR CREDIT SCORE (Thanks, Tanya and Dick)Those peoples who cannot afford this rate will lose their homes immediately, but will walk away with no damage to their credit. Those homes which are reposessed will be sold at “fair” market value, with the banks bearing the brunt of the loss. They can reclaim that loss through interest payments.

At the end of one year the parties who were loaned money by the government will repay in full. Those who cannot will close their institutions. The investors will be repaid from the private accounts of the leaders of those institutions if necesary.

Root, hog, or die.