Wednesday, September 28th, 2011

That’s it.

There are no testicles left in North America.

I don’t use mine because I have hostages to my fortune, but I thought, somewhere out there had to be a single guy with no wife and children or family members to use as handles, who still had a pair swinging between his legs.

If there were, Beverly Perdue and Elisabeth Warren would not still be breathing. Not to mention Sheriff Dupnik and his minions, or the justice department fools who raided Gibson.

Thats a nice MFG business you have there, Ford.

be a real shame if something happened to it.

The White house pressured Ford to pull this ad. I wonder why.

The Chicago way has come to the Nation, exactly as I said it would.

have I mentioned

how much I like raptors? We had a couple hawks sharing the yard with us last year, but this year there was no sign, which I didn’t understand until the daughter told me this morning “oh, there’s an owl outside my window, I hear it hoot and I smile every night as I go to sleep”

What a marvel of the evolutionary process is the owl. head on a swivel, literally, big eyes, feathers aligned and constructed as to make zero noise in flight. I loves ’em, and when I’m out hunting I love to hear them. Once, in a tree stand, i hooted in response to an owl, and was rewarded by having it swoop on me. (They’re very territorial). Once it saw I was a human it stood off at a distance and I watched it through my binocs.

To see one up close is a dream. What a magnificent creature!