Neanderpundit

You can find this simple and increasingly true concept described here:

I risk, perhaps, being thought of as altogether too enamoured of Mr Poretto, by linking to his blog in consecutive posts, but this afternoon’s news makes me feel the need very strongly.

Read this post by the curmudgeon, and burn that last line into your brain: Islam is toxic to human life. We are at war. No matter who gets elected in november, we are at war. Your choices are to fight the war, and win, or be a dhimmi or dead. I will not let this happen to my family.

So when you’re at work, when you’re at play, when you’re at whatever you’re at, remember: You are a warrior. Your rallying cry is ISLAM IS TOXIC TO HUMAN LIFE. Make it your screensaver. Make it your login. Make it your password. Make it your ever present companion, and teach others it’s truth. Dare people to prove otherwise.

Francis W Poretto has yet another post which just begs to be read. Day after day, he drags concepts to light which lie in all our minds. When I say the same things he says, it sounds like the 1812 overture being played on a kazoo. The Curmudgeon has the ability to put words to those thoughts in a way that few can equal, and I am always awed by his posts. Today, especially, he drags out a topic that has been the bane of our beleagured commander in chief for many months now, but he does so in a way you don’t expect. Go, read. I don’t care if you never come back here, but read what he says. It’s more important than anything I could say.

Came home tonight to a cascade of water off the gutters of the house. In the spring, the oak trees that surround my house drop about, oh, forty billion pounds of Catkins, which are brown, stringy things with the ideal properties for clogging gutters.

In fact, I don’t think it’s possible to make a more efficient method of clogging gutters without the benefit of portland cement; these suckers work WELL.

So, rain sodden and nasty, I crawl up ladders and slog through mud finding the little dams and removing them, finally getting the waterworks flowing just in time for the rain to stop.

Bastards.