Smoke on the Water

Sanity Francisco; a refreshing change

This is perhaps the single most skillful and concise dissection and summation of nearly the entire whacko world of the liberal left.

Not only the barking moonbats of these Great United States, but of those of our friends backstabbing allies jealous, envious former world powers.

Throw in his take on the utterl confusion of our delcared enemies, and you've found a one-stop-shop for taking on just about every segment of the Axis of Weasels.

Doing the Right Thing

Although I wish this particular piece of legislation was already a "done deal", it's progress is still very good news, and an excellent way to close out the year.

Nice to see the Republicans striving to do right on this one. The whole story is from the Washington Post, but I'd like to emphasize a few key points:

House Republicans have included language in the omnibus appropriations bill to prevent federal law enforcement from maintaining a 90-day database on gun buyers, angering gun control advocates but moving closer to the original intent of the law.

Quote of the Week

Every now and then, a very few, well-chosen words speak volumes. From Vodkapundit:

We're helping because we want to, and because we can. That's just how we Americans are. If we wanted to buy Tehran's friendship, we'd call ourselves France.

Ouch, indeed.

Read the whole article, and the comments. Straight Vodka: smooth with one helluva punch. Enjoy!

He Who Must Be Read

Aside from the Founding Fathers, very few writers have contributed to the very bedrock of conservative thought and principle as significantly as William F. Buckley, Jr.

Mr. Buckley has been at it since his shakeup of the Ivy League with "God and Man at Yale". His novels of the late Cold War, featuring protagonist Blackford Oakes were hilariously entertaining. His transatlantic sailing adventures are highlighted in the nonfiction books Airborne, and Atlantic High. I'll leave it to you to find the parts about the upright piano in the main saloon of the yacht. Suffice to say, so very uniquely Buckley.

Simply Revolting

This is a truly revealing story. Pity that it had to come through the UK Guardian. *gag*puke*spew*.

The Cuban authorities have launched an inquiry into how the official newspaper of the Communist party ran a front page photograph of Fidel Castro which appeared to have been doctored to make him look like Adolf Hitler.

Recovery

Blogless yesterday. Apologies to all, but I was simply "outta gas", after the long Orlando trip, and the celebration of Acidman's 2nd blogiversary. Nothing a few quarts of water, four asprin and ten hours of sleep didn't fix though.

Ouch.

Happy Blogiverasry!

OFFICIAL NOTICE !

1. I am tanked on Marker's Make. Fuck you!

2. It is my BLOG FATHER'S SECOND BLOGIVERSARY!!!

3. FUCK YOU if you fail to go to his site and extend your greetings and best/worst wishes!

UPDATE Yes, I was three winds to the sheet when I posted this last night. Yes also, the language was deliberate and intentional. In honor of Acidman's propensity for the use thereof. Maybe I could have said "bite my cracker ass", instead. But, that wouldn't be right. I'm not a Georgia cracker, ya see.

Cruise Missiles

The holidays are the worst time to drive on the Interstate Highways. Put tens of thousands of people who usually don't drive any further than their local grocery store on on the big road with a car stuffed to the gills with packages, luggagge and screaming kids and watch the idiocy unfold.

A solitary case in point is the misuse of the Cruise Control. I love mine, but I know how to use it! Think you do, too? Let's see.

First, the Cruise is not a "fire and forget" weapon. Even though in a purely technical sense it'll keep you going till you run out of gas, you still have to drive the car. And I do mean drive, not just fucking gaze over the wheel in a catatonic stare at the road ahead.

Roadkill

I'm home aboard ship now. Just shy of 1,000 straight through miles; I'm gonna rest for a bit. Then when I gather some fresh energy, I'm gonna use some bandwidth and tear into the stupid sonsabitches out there who sit comatose behind the wheel of heavy iron at 70+ mph.

Not right now though, I've earned this catnap.

Christmas Present!

Now THIS is a Christmas Present!

She who has been blogless is making her comeback! The very first blog I ever read was Rachel Lucas. In that she'd suspended her blog, I'd not added her to my blogroll. Until now.

If you're not familiar with Rachel's writings, you need to be. Dive into her archives and be better for the effort. You'll find her writings to be worth every minute of your time.

Merry Christmas, indeed!

Christmas at the Dadster's

As promised, here's a Christmas Day post from the Dadster's in Orlando, FL.

Nice to be here for the occassion. The last time he and I were in each other's company was two Christmases ago. That's too long. But, at least he didn't give me the well-deserved lump o' coal I was excpecting. *grin* (he's always been a good, amateur Santa)

Sleigh Ride

Well, it's settled. I'll be on the road tonight at about 9pm. Yeah, it's Escape from Galvetraz, the low budget version. Target: Orlando, FL.

Aside from real gifts, I'm also totin' along a bottle of Maker's Mark, a good bottle of Merlot for my dad, and about a dozen n' a half premium cigars. Who knows, maybe I'll run into a blogger or two on the journey?

The car's as ready as it can be. It's a drive I've done plenty of times, so the maps are just there for reassurance. And..... well, you never know when a detour might be necessary.

Anyway, I expect my next post will be up sometime on Christmas Day, from the Dadster's in Orlando. Until then, y'all stay warm, safe and happy. Merry Christmas to all !

Straight Shootin'

The donks hate Tom DeLay. It's always fun to read the leftists' editorials and letters to the editor in the Houston Chronicle. Without exception, the donks cries and accusations against him just get wilder and whackier.

Tom shoots back, and hits the bullseye. He's not in my Congressional district, but if he ever runs for a statewide or national office, I'm damn sure voting for him.

Spel Chek?c

From The Washington Post.

Obviously, I had to have my fun, too. Enjoy!

The Washington Post's Style Invitational asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting or changing one letter, and supply a new definition. Here are some recent winners:

Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.

Frankly, I resnt the slur on hillbillies. I think it should read like this:

Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a liberal democrat.

Road Trip

Come this Tuesday evening, I'll be hitting the road for a brisk drive from Galveston, TX to my Dad's in Orlando, FL. It'll be nice to see him and my (supernice) StepMom for Christmas.

Sadly, I'll have to be back at the office the Monday morning after the holiday.

Watch for the blue Crown Vic closing rapidly from behind you in the fast lane, and kindly get the hell outta my way. I'm asking nicely, but only asking once. Resistance is futile, you will be pass-imilated!

I'm taking the laptop along with me, and the Dadster's got a rocketship of a PC at his house. Blogness will continue, to one degree or another.

And NO, I'm not letting Acidman come and cat-sit for me.

Survivor

Regarding last night's post, yes I did survive. Spectaularly ungroped by the boss' wife and sans hangover this morning. A good thing, indeed.

The food was fantastic, the cigars sublime and the company was just a whole lotta fun. I seldom care to go to parties, but this one was more or less a "command performance".

All in all, I'm glad I went.

I'm not as think as you drunk I am.

Last post for the day/night, here. I'm off to the Christmas party that the boss is hosting. Good company, good food, fine cigars and plenty o' libations await.

I intend to remain sotaly tober.

BBCause they suck

The liberal press, that is. Check out this article in Britain's The Online Sun. It's a good object lesson in the results of a statist, non-competitive press which runs rampant with no accountability. Nice to see them catching some flack from their countrymen though. Here's some highlights of the lowlights.

BARMY BBC bosses have banned reporters from calling tyrant Saddam Hussein a former dictator.

Instead, staff must refer to the barbaric mass murderer as “the deposed former President”.

A confession

I can't write.

Not in the proper sense of the term, anyway. There are some tremendous writers out there. People who know and use the English language and the rules of grammar as skillfully as any surgeon or master brickmason.

Quite deliberately, I'm not linking these names, as that'd just be Link Whoring. But go read any of the bloggers on my sidebar. In every case, you'll read a far more highly skilled writer than me.

Reading outstanding writers on the blogs is a constant reminder to me, of just how inadequate are my skills and knowledge. Let me explain. Sorta.

LIBYA FOLDS...BUSH ROCKS!!!

Listening to President Bush on the radio at this very moment. 4:35 PM, CST. LIBYA TO GIVE UP WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION!!!

Libya, after admitting to having been working on WMD, has now after NINE MONTHS of quiet negotiations with the U.S. and Britan, agreed to immediately cease development of those systems and destroy them with full disclosure.

This is tremendous news. Not only has George W. Bush completely trumped the entire leftist universe, he's also succeeding in his quest to change the nature of government in the Mid-East.

No, that's not static on the radio I'm hearing. It's the screaming, wailing and gnashing of teeth from the donkasaurus party.

And the joyus peals of freedom RINGING LOUD, BABY !!!!!!

More Good Stuff

There's a reason that Charles Krauthammer rakes in the long green for his insight, commentary and writing. Gems like this:

End of the myth. It is not just that he did not resist the soldiers with the guns. He did not even resist the medic with the tongue depressor.

The entire article is of that caliber. Enjoy your read while I drag my sorry ass off to work.

Pork(ing) Futures

Nomrally, I'd not be cheering for the conduct of a street prostitute. She's the rare exception. A funny tale from Drudge on how she took down a would-be rapist.

Bet he wishes now that he'd just paid for his "pork" by the pound, like a Good John?

Whadda marooon.

On Flying

My blood is still surging on the topic of flight. Of all of the passions I've held in this life, flight is the one least fulfilled for me, and perhaps the one most longed for.

To date, I've logged 21.25 hours of dual-instruction time. Yes, I soloed, but I didn't progress much further than that. This was back in 1980. Anyway, the first one-point-five hours of airtime I logged was in the ubictuous Cessna 152. Oh, how I hated that airplane.

Watch the CBSpin

Heads up, y'all. This will be spun harder than a chinese top.

(CBS) For the first time, the chairman of the independent commission investigating the Sept. 11 attacks is saying publicly that 9/11 could have and should have been prevented, reports CBS News Correspondent Randall Pinkston.

Notice the CBS byline. Your Seal of Disinformation. The story is breaking on Drudge, but if it's a CBS article, you can GUARANTEE that they've cherry-picked and arranged each and every quote to present a worst-case scenario for the Bush administration.

But looking back on timelines, I'll wager here and now. There's a helluva lot of KKKlintoon holdovers whose heads need to roll. Literally and figuratively. Not to say a Bush appointee might not have suffered from terminal stupidity either. Such things happen in all administrations. But only eight months into a new administration? Too many of the old-guard holding the line, and loosely at that.

Its going to be a very interesting political year.

One Hundred Years

Flight.

Today marks the 100th anniversary of man's first powered flight by a heavier-than-air craft. Take a moment to appreciate what we've done since then.

Since childhood, I've held a fascination with all things aviation. A large part of my childhood was lived near Mirimar Naval Air Station in San Diego, CA. Mirimar was the home of the Top Gun fighter training program, since moved to Fallon, NV. This was back during the Vietnam war, too. Not a day would go by without having dozens or hundreds of views of the hottest planes in the air.

Prognostication

Just under a year till the '04 elections, and I'm officially posting my first prediction of the election year.

Hope you're sitting down, but I think I'm making a safe bet here.

If the donks nominate Howard Dean, then Joe Lieberman will be standing on the dias, in...

Geraldo SCOOPED !!!

From the overseas crime pages.

"Men fined for whistling at women in railway station"

I never knew there were all that many railway stations in Georgia?

Police spokesman Huub Veeneman said: "We ask the woman if the man is embarrassing her before writing a penalty - not all woman see this as unwanted behaviour."

I'd think that it'd be faily easy to spot prudes vs. the women who weren't offended, as they'd be the ones smiling at the attention.

"And some of them just don't realise they can't do this. One of the men we captured said it was his way of trying to find a girlfriend."

Damn, the things some guys will do just to sleep with a hot bitch.

Weapon of Mass Idiocy

This asshole needs a good old-fashioned public horsewhipping. In the town square, and televised on Fox News.

What an absolutely useless walking abortion.

From the article:

Rep. Jim McDermott, D-Wash., told a Seattle radio station Monday the U.S. military could have found Saddam "a long time ago if they wanted." Asked if he thought the weekend capture was timed to help Bush, McDermott chuckled and said: "Yeah. Oh, yeah."

A Must Read

Kudos to the Vodka Pundit for posting this incredibly important article by John Hawkins of Right Wing News. I sincerely recommend that you bookmark it, print it, and read it multiple times. Its simply the finest refutiation of the "Bush Lied" tripe I've yet seen in print.

"Some have said we must not act until the threat is imminent. Since when have terrorists and tyrants announced their intentions, politely putting us on notice before they strike? If this threat is permitted to fully and suddenly emerge, all actions, all words, and all recriminations would come too late. Trusting in the sanity and restraint of Saddam Hussein is not a strategy, and it is not an option. (Applause.)"

It is a great read. Go now, kindly get the hell off my blog and don't come back till you've read it and studied it well. Seeya soon!

The Tyrant In Our Backyard

In the contest of wills between those who embrace the oppression of evil, vs. we who fervently believe in the Sovereignty of the Individual, it seems that we're enjoying a beneficial swing of the pendulem in our direction.

Even if we've had to wrest it from the kicking, screaming, crying, wailing grasp of totalotarian elitests, eveywhere. (this means you, Chirac..Schroeder...Kofi... et al)

SouthWorst Bell

Seems every time the sky even looks like rain, good ol' Southwestern Bell's lines take a dump. Lost service yesterday about 6pm, and it's still out now. Some good old fashioned "going up the chain" with the phoney company's service department has me on today's repair list, instead of Wednesday's.

I'll be one coldly furious customer if, when I get home from work, the line's still down.

A Day to Remember

Yeah, I've been glued to the TV for hours.

What a superb dose of good news to go with my morning coffee. Rather than just jump on the keyboard and fire off a post filled with my thoughts of joy, I thought I'd sit on things for a while. Just to watch the news, read the other blogs and various news-sites.

There are some big thoughts rolling around and beginning to take shape. This one event is so much more than the fact of his capture. I can feel it way down in my bones. Not in a dreadful sense though. Good things will flow from today's news. Mark this day; it will be known as a turning point, just as Midway was in WWII.

RINO Season

Back before George W. Bush was the Governor of the State of Texas, a lady by the name of Ann Richards held that high office. She was not only an extremely liberal democommie, she was a "populist". Molly Ivins worships her, which ought to tell you plenty.

Now to me, "populist" is just another code-word for socialist, collectivist, communist, progressive, or liberal. All just different shades from light pink to bright red, but all with the same damned results.

But I digress.

Moby Dish

Steve, over at Little Tiny Lies, has a cool thing going. Each recipie he writes for his forthcoming cookbook is a blog-post there. I've archived a few, and I seriously recommend that y'all do the same.

He's outdone himself today. That's gonna be one killer cookbook with a whale of a dish.

MY serving suggestion is that you move all liquids from the vicinity of your keyboard, first.

Weather

Texas weather is always a mystery. Yeah, there's the old cliche' of "if you don't like the weather, just wait twenty minutes, it'll change".

That's not what I mean, though. We have two seasons in Texas. Summer. And February. In between isn't "spring" or "fall". Just a few weeks of climactic indecision.

For the last few days, it's been cold. No, not Alaska cold, but that nasty, damp-air, cutting wind, chill you to the bone kind of cold. Fact is, more people die of hypothermia in such of weather than in true, Arctic conditions.

Truly frozen air is almost humidity-free. Sub-zero temps just freeze the moisture right out of the air. Of course, blizzards can ruin a Inuit's day, but they've lived a life of preparation for it.

I'm not an Inuit. Hell, I couldn't even be an Oklahoman. They get snow and ice there. Brrr. If I ever get a tattoo, it'll be one on my ass saying; "Store at 75f or above".

That said, I'm enjoying the leading edge of a cold front blowing through. The sound of the rain on the decks above, the motion of the boat tugging at her lines at the dock, and the snug feeling of being safe, warm and dry belowdecks.

I think I'll relax in the aft cabin with a good book, a tumbler of bourbon and my two cats to warm my feet.

Peep Show

Rob, over at Gut Rumbles, is going to post some photos on his site in a litlte while. I can hardly wait to see more of that legendary Georgia Blogfest.

Especially the good lookin' ladies who were there.

I'll have some extra rolls of paper towels handy though. Drooling so messes up the ol' keyboard.

Just Keeps Getting Better and Better

Nice how good news like that in the preceeding post can lead to even more good news. Like this:

December 12, 2003 -- WASHINGTON - A stunning new poll shows President Bush would clobber Democratic front-runner Howard Dean by nearly 2-1 in politically potent New Hampshire - even though Dean has a giant lead over Democratic rivals in the state.

It's a brief article. Go read the rest to start your day with grin. :-)

Donkasaurs

I'm not going to take odds on this. By days end, at least three of the nine dumbass donks will be in front of a (small) cluster of press microphones, desperately trying to find a way to spin some bad news into this.....

....... VERY GOOD NEWS !!!

Yeah. Success is the best revenge. Seems to me that President Bush is enjoying his revenge over the braying naysayers. Tax cuts work. They are working now for all the world to see.

At this rate, the symbol of the democommie party is morphing into a Donkasaur. Anyone out there wanna Photoshop that? *chortle*

Thanks for the Memories

Over at the Brier Patch, Sam posted a tale of his youth which triggered a veritable tidal wave of memories. He could have ridden with our pack and fit in seamlessly. Sam, thanks for your tale of young wildness. Your exploits made me smile, and brought forth this memory.

I grew up in Southern CA in the 60s & 70s. Motocross and desert motorcycle racing was huge then, but remember it was also the pre-supercross and pre-BMX bicycle days.

Skeet

I used to do quite a bit of skeet shooting. The National Skeet Shooting Association's world headquarters is in San Antonio, TX. In that I used to live only ten miles away, that was my shotgunning venue of choice. It's not all that far from Sea World. Or used to be, anyway. I hope the developers haven't paved it over.

While never a competitive claybuster, I stayed sharp enough that the local doves were in grave danger every September. Wingshooters know; doves are challenging birds, indeed.

I also attended the NSSA championship once in the mid 80s. The details escape me, but I recall the top three or four shooters all were into the low four-figures of shattered clays, without a single miss.

That's some awesome shooting. But not this awesome.

Let's hope the Standard-3 develops the proficiency as the skeet shooters, and soon.

UPDATE 12 DEC 03...... click "continue reading skeet", for the story.