Neanderpundit

As you watch the treatment of Cesar Laurean in the media, pay careful attention to what you see.

The media is anxious ot find reasons to demonize servicemen, and this is the kind of bad apple that they LOVE.

See, Nam was a widely unpopular war- and the media didn’t have to do a THING, the filthy hippies did their job for them. Now, it’s unpopular for even the most left wing to speak ill of or not support the troops (if you support the troops you have to support their mission) but the media will be able to turn this ship around, if they can find enough Cesar Laurean types.

Just like the coverage of Roman Catholic priests who molest- (there isn’t any greater incidence of molesters among priests as the general public, it’s just REPORTED more) there are a lot of stories about men who kill women and disapear. And most are walking around, free men- but this one is getting play because they were both military, and that serves the agenda of the fourth estate.

Sunday, 60 minutes had a story on the Congo, where the teasers (I was listening on the radio, so I didn’t see the show, just heard it) were written as if “ohmygod, the vets are coming home and beating their wives” or at least that’s the way it sounded to me. THe actual story was brief and played badly, and if you missed it, you probably came away with the impression that we had a lot of psychos coming home from war.

Watch and learn. THis is how they tried to take away our guns. THis is how they succeed in being a nanny state. Don’t let it happen. As my friend Pascal says, habitual silence about this shit, constitutes approval of it.

Spoke to the shop today, who found after some investigation that the crankshaft position sensor had actually spun on the harmonic balancer, causing the spark to arrive at the party quite late.

My baby’s coming home.They’re gonna do another test drive in the morning to confirm, but they feel confident they’ve found the problem.

Don’t know what the bill is gonna be yet, and I’m a little afraid, but my girl is coming home.

Who is definitely not me.

And he had this girlfriend.

She was kind of a hotblooded girl, and i- I mean, this guy I know- catered to her every.. er, unusual interests.

One such interest was in toys. The kinds of toys they sell in those stores that sell….. adult toys.

She was embarrassed to go to them, so I bought her things she requested. One of the things she requested was a large, two-headed (so to speak) object. About as big around as a vacuum cleaner hose, and a foot and a half long.

And one day, she misplaced it.

We never thought much more of it. Until one day, while eating dinner, the family’s wirehaired terrier came romping into the dining room with it clenched between it’s teeth, wagging it’s tail at it’s cleverness.

We- I mean, her and this guy I knew- were mortified.

Ad there followed a pregnant pause of biblical proportions.

Until her father let me- I mean, the guy I know- off the hook by saying “That’s not even HALF the size of your mom’s”

Her mom, as it was, turned red and kicked him firmly under the table.

Anyway, I- or, I would imagine- my friend, thinks of this every time i- I mean he- sees this commercial.