July 2011
Monthly Archive
Sunday 24 Jul 2011
Car repair party!
less a party though than an extended gut wrenching nightmare, actually.
Partner and I spent most of the day putting new shocks on the replacement sploder. Lots of new words were coined, many of which meant “Ouch” or “get the hell out of there you recalcitrant bastard”
I half expected Ed to show, but at the rate we were going, I’m surprised we survived.
it was adequately annoying that we ended the day with a pizza and two mcD’s frappes each. I went to sleep around nine.
Now it’s quarter to four and I have to keep the dog company because it’s been storming and he’s freaking out.
The Oslo terrorist is a “Knight templar” and a mason.
Sorry, Masons don’t act like this. As always, a Mason or a Christian doing this is an abberation, while a muslim doing it is expected; several muslim groups were already claiming responsibility for this crap while it was still going on, but it turned out to be a garden variety idiot, not a muslim idiot.
Then part where he walked around and the morons just let themselves be slaughtered is what amuses me. I expect they were all showing their pacifist cred; better to be dead than to resist. Monkeys.
Saturday 23 Jul 2011
As much as I would like
to take the morons of the world and tune them up until they understand common sense, it’s not going to happen, and it’s not going to fix anything (Unless of course I tune them ALL permanently, which… don’t get me started.).
People like P.J O’Rourke and Dennis Miller manage to get people otherwise not inclined to do so, to listen to them, sometimes, because they use humor to make their points. The people listening laugh, and think, hey, maybe the emperor IS naked… and they associate that good feeling (Laughter) with the knowledge they’ve just acquired. In this way, more people were brought to the truth with the chortle than the sword, and so slowly the tide could turn.
Problem is, the MSM is such a huge,. loud force, and the talented voices are so few. Not many among us bloggers have the skill, and even if we did, it would involve soiling ourselves with contact with the filthy beasts. Ick.
Still.
