Neanderpundit

Went yesterday to the physical therapist, and then to the osteo guy to get my stitches out (thanks for remembering not to pull the knot through, Dr K.)

The therapist: Teeny girl. Strong, though. Had to wait, what, ten minutes, but while I was waiting, I felt the gathering of an anal storm of.. well, not epic proportions, but it was gonna be bad.

So I had just stood to walk outdoors to vent, when Ms therapist walked in and led me to the room.

I could read the headlines. “Man farts, kills physical therapist, four others in building”

So i let her grill me, guide me through exercises, help me work my knee through it’s range of motion, etc. All while clenching like I never clenched before.

And I made it out ok.

Good thing, too, because the expected fart was a sample of my best work. Flies dropped out of midair. On the other hand, I was wearing shorts.

Now, I don’t wear shorts. I have a pair of pants with legs that can be unzipped, that I purchased specifically to wear to the doctor. Otherwise, shorts are for grunts who can show off their sculpted and ripped calf muscles, and those who are so light in the loafers the wind blows up their pants legs. There’s no middle of the road, there. you’re either a grunt or a faggot, if you’re a man wearing shorts in public. Being neither, I just don’t. “oh, it’s too hot” Bullshit. I wear black long pants and black longsleeved shirts in all weather, and I’m always cooler than anyone who wears shorts. And I’ve done this in Texas and Orlando in the summer’s heat.

Anyway, the shorts thing made the path from ass to nostril all too short, and even I retched a bit on my way back into the doctor’s office, where I was careful not to fart again as he was taking out my stitches.

Made access to the boys easy, though. (for me, not the doctor) I can see why the fags like ’em.

I won’t link to the article at hand, but Broad puts me through to Jezebel, who links to this
WARNING: This may be the most insensitive thing I’ve seen in a long time.

Here’s the meat of the thing: A girl calls her boyfriend. TO tell him she’s pregnant. He curses under his breath then tells her he’s allo excited. After hanging up, he yells “HELP!”. Cut to superhero with line-through-fetus on his chest “This sounds like a job for ABORTION MAN!” who subsequently flies through the air, pummels the girl in question in the gut till the fetus pops out into the bushes.

The bottomline here is simple. The “pro choice” movement, along with it’s racist, idiotic partner in crime, “Planned Parenthood” has reduced the unborn child to the status of a virus, and it has done so to deliberately dehumanize it. The less human it seems, the easier it is to kill, right? lets’ get this straight: a fertilized egg is not a virus. it is not a cancer. It is a human being, and that’s all it ever has been, and that’s all it ever will be. The death cultists have done such an incredible job of desensitizing us to the idea that the tiny life is actually a human, that it has made this type of behavior a comedy skit.

Nobody who truly values human life can be “Pro Choice”. End of question. Now, the buzz is this is an insensitive video and should be banned. Sorry, boys and girls, you opened this fucking box, and this came out. Too late to stuff it back in. Deal with it- it is your own bastard offspring. Look for worse to come, too. Pity you couldn’t have aborted it before it came to the fore. Hell, everyone should see this- it portrays the utter lack of respect for human life embodied by the entire “pro choice” movement.

UPDATE: the comments for this post have been deleted. They were getting contentious and I won’t have it. This is AS I HAVE POINTED OUT not a discussion of abortion. I have had that discussion, and that is that. You can search this blog and find it yourself, or- well, shit, go here. When you’re done reading that, and when you understand a little more about my positions, then come back and discuss- but do NOT have that discussion again, here. This post is exclusively about the phenomena of human life being diminished by the death cults. And the “pro choice” agenda (which, sorry Broad) is NOT about keeping abortion legal, but is demonstrably about devaluing human life, and once that door is open, this sort of shit was going to come out, and as I said before, is going to get a LOT worse.

Well, new to me, anyway- is DennisRanch.

Not in any way a polished professional blog, which is, frankly, refreshing. Some rudimentary E commerce- which is amusing as well. The saddle section doesn’t show what it needs to, I understand good leatherwork and his is obviously good, but the pictures don’t show it off to the best advantage.

When I was a lot younger i did some harness repair. It’s a tough thing to learn, at first- steel or wood mostly have repeatable properties but the properties of leather change from piece to piece, and sometimes even within the layers of a piece.

Somewhere, around here, I still have my skiving knife, along with a stitching clamp that attaches to a sawhorse. I made both pieces, the skiving knife out of a saw, the stitching clamp out of a pair of white oak planks I salvaged from boat ribs. I could fix pretty much any kind of trace or tug, used repair clips and splices or handsewed in repairs. Knowing what kind of taper to use on the skive, based on the material you had at hand, and knowing what side of the leather to use, and what kind of splice to put in (so it didn’t chafe against the horse), all part of the deal.

I was never a saddlemaker, and I salute and admire their art, and art it is. A man can ride a well made saddle on a healthy horse every day for years, and never know it. A badly made and proportioned saddle hurts the horse or rider or both. Hell, one in a hundred thousand people understand that you have to ride in Wrangler jeans, unless you want thick callouses on the inside of your thighs!

Anyway, Go read DennisRanch. Seems to be the honest thoughts of an honest man. So far, I like it just fine.

UPDATE: Man, I’m screwing the pooch on these links, lately. Fixed.