Neanderpundit

is a rotund man with a belly like Santa Claus. I believe he plays the part once a year for his lodge. A decent man, and a born politician- you have to be, to keep your customers happy, when you have a half hour to talk to them at a time.

he knows me fairly well by now, and when there’s nobody else in the house he usually comes across with a diatribe about the Way Things Are. He’s an old union boy, son of a classic liberal, who is disgustipated by the things he sees. He’s not too pleased about tomorrow, and he’s closing shop then instead of today.

his comments about Obama are unprintable.

Me, for my part, I’m happy to go to work today, because all the government workers are taking a day off.

Which means all the worst fucktards will be off the main highways. My drive to work will be a dream. Not MLK’s dream, mind you, but a dream.

Barber also tells me that the short haircuts are no longer succeeding in hiding the grey.

Have to go high&tight this summer and see what that does. Might end up shaving my head. I would have done already but my cranium is shaped somewhat like a topographical map of the Himalayas,all bumps and ridges and klingon-looking crap.

My closest friend,Partner, and his brother, have been at the range with me quite a few times; I have managed to get them addicted and they now compete for the largest collection of military arms.

Partner, tonight, found and purchased a beautiful post ww2 garand. Clean and bright, finish intact, and not a major scuff or dent anywhere on the stock. Now the brother has to rachet it up.

Partner already has a correct Garand sniper. And an Inland carbine, wood so sweet it’s like it was just machined. And a Krag with a mirror bright barrel and perfect wood. And an O3A3 that looks like it just came off the rack. I think his brother has him beat with Springfields and mausers, and has more short guns, including a sweet Uberti top break.

Best part? I take them to the gunstores. I get them to buy the stuff. I get to go to the range with them and shoot it. And then they take it home and clean it. And I don’t spend a single dime.

I have never felt this smart before, ever.

On an impossible catch by Jackson, and Kelly, who’s from Philly, is going absolutely batshit insane.

* Oh well, so much for that. looks like it’ll be Steelers/Cardinals in the Super Bowl.