Neanderpundit

about Vman’s blog is the shot of Tuco on the sidebar. “So goes Tuco, so goes Velociworld” he has stated, and he’s right.

Whatever the hell that means.

Anyway it occurs to me, in passing, that Tuco and Velociworld have a stunning sort of relativity to our world.

Hundreds of times, the scumbags put the rope around our necks. Hundreds of times, the rope comes tight, and you can feel the devil pulling at your heels. Hundreds of times, Blondie pulls the trigger. Each time, the cut is less clean, the rope is firmer, longer.

And finally one time Blondie comes to the conclusion that we are no longer worth the bullet.

We have Blondie in our sights, and maybe we can even smell the color of his fear as we watch him squirm. And then he steals the secret of our treasure, and expects us to treat him well until he gets us to the grave.

Fuck him. There is always more gold. Revenge is tastier than the biggest sacks of cash.

We stayed, as I’ve mentioned, in a rented house. This minimized our contact with hotels, and it also gave us better dining choices- we had dinner one night at a great thai place and another at a brazillian steakhouse. This made for interesting evenings- the thai was spicy and nearly killed us and the steak was voluminus and- you guessed it- nearly killed us. Only the lack of woodwork in the typical Vegas tract house architecture prevented us from self immolating.

I was most impressed by the non-gun folks. The ammo people are doing amazing things, and the survival/foods/accessory stuff was amazing. Most interesting to me was the Brass Magnet, which is on my buy list soon- but I wish I had gotten one at the show special price!

I got in a battle of wits with an unarmed man over at Tam’s, and he showed himself to be a pretty typical coward there, issuing commands- “Put up or shut up!” he says. Of course, he won’t put up, he’s too big a turd to show himself here, so he feels immunity to spout there.

On the other hand, his hemorrhoid came and left a comment, and even contacted me privately. Even though the owner is all asshole, the appendages to his ass are more civil and decent than their owner, so I thought I would reprint the email here.

hey, Og, sorry again that the asshole is mouthing off. Look, ever since I was a pimple he has been an ass- he has to have jokes explained to him all the time, for god’s sake. He’s just not worth it.

Me, I wouldn’t exist but for the constant presenting he does towards every well hung syphilitic moron that comes along. My life is an utter hell of being ripped and abused by diseased cocks day in and day out, and the publicity has been hell (You’ve seen Al thousands of times, if you know what Goatse is) Anyway, nice blog, hope you are staying warm. Drafty in here, and I need to click send on this before he wakes up, because that just means another day of syphilitic cocks and bad, no fiber diet.

All in all, not bad for a roid. I wonder if he types like Archy?

Update: I just discovered, this is him over here at Dicks!! Without the pith helmet he kinda looks like Santa, don’t he?