Neanderpundit

How can you not like this movie? Steve McQueen and a Browning BAR, An incredibly young Candice Bergen, showing off that fine backside of hers in those losse cotton drawers. Gavin “love boat” mcCleod. Richard Attenborough and Richard Crenna. This movie was made before Vietnam became a “quagmire”.
Oh, and Larry Gates as a convincing (perhaps too convincing) leftist scumbag- who gets shot by the folks he’s so much in love with. Pity we can’t arrange that for Jane Fonda.

This is war, folks, and war is hell. There are forces at work which intend to do us harm, here and abroad- and we seem to have trouble fighting on all fronts.

So here’s an answer- of sorts. The British “allowed” blankets contaminated wiht smallpox to fall into Indian hands. In other words, they cursed their enemies with the very thing that vexed the british themselves.

So why not fight the enemy with the things which vex us? We worried about China and India manufacturing? send them Osha and the EPA. Worried about Islam and it’s encroachment on our society? send them Richard Dawkins et al.

Your suggestions in comments.

Steve is talking food again.

Now, I loves me a good steak. I prefer one that has some serious texture, but I have to be careful what wiht the surgery. So tender helps me digest better. But: other than gristle, the tenderest a piece of meat is, is when it is raw.

No, I’m not suggesting you go out and eat raw meat. In fact, it’s a pretty good way to get some nasty intestinal parasites, if you’re not careful.

But I have a butcher I trust. And he’s good. SO once in a while I stop by and he gets me nice big rib-eyes, or filets. Depending on the source, they’re pretty good. So I stop by the butcher shop- this is, six, eight years ago, now, and get myself a hunk of real prime.

And damned near got myself arrested.

See, I was hungry. ANd when it came right down to it, I wasn’t going to cook this thing a whole lot, and I figured, if I’m barely going to introduce this meat to the flame, why bother at all? SO I’m in the parking lot next to Jewel, chowing down, and a cop pulls up.

“Sir, you wantto step out oif the car?”
So I get out, still holding my lunch.
“You want to drop that meat?”
“I’ll put it down on this plastic. I just paid eight bucks for it”

Apparently there had been some complaint by someone who saw me gnawing on a three pound hunk of raw beef in the car, and he felt as if it had to come to an end. After some discussion I agreed to leave and eat my lunch away from prying eyes, and wipe the blood off my shirt and face.

People are such busybodies. I mean if a guy wants to chew on a big hunk of raw meat, what’s the problem?