Wee little veggie-tables

Not so very wee are tha now eh wot wot!

Where is my pony?

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HERE

ENTER

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HOPE,

ALL

ABANDON

"I bid you stand, Men of the West!!!"

"He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you."

-Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil (1886)

"Forth! And fear no darkness!"

"I am NO Man"

"A new day will come"

"Stand, Men of the West!"

"For Sarah"

"Fight WITH me! Fight WITH me!"

Duty

Pater noster, qui es in caelis: sanctificetur Nomen Tuum; adveniat Regnum Tuum; fiat voluntas Tua, sicut in caelo, et in terra. Panem nostrum cotidianum da nobis hodie; et dimitte nobis debita nostra, Sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris; et ne nos inducas in tentationem; sed libera nos a Malo.

Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum. Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus. Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.

Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto, Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum.

AMEN

"Fight with me!"

"Fight with me!"

"Stand up and fight!"

"Liberalism is the transformation of mankind into cattle."

-Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human (1878)

(Inspired by Rachl Lukis)

Ewwwwwww

Someone, She Who Shall Not Be Named, is a no good gink-pot!

I'll write more for my here blog as soon as I'm good and dang ready. Just wait, sometimes patience is rewarded!

Just a warning, this post subject to summary deletion. I'm gonna have to create another avatar, so this post is going bye-bye soon!

New Blog Notice

Well, not exactly a blog-son, more of a blog-Sybil if you get my drift. All very hush hush of course. Mostly nonsense, but soon vast quantities of knowledge will flow forth for the education of the smelly hippies. Go forth, and enjoy Knowledge for Hippies.

Happy Birthday...

...Ron. We miss you. We need you. Help us Obi-Ron Kenobi, you're our only hope.

Well, I guess it's time to go home and get good and stinking drunk.

PS-I welcome our new socialist overlords (but only because I'll be first in line for the re-education camps if I don't).

IMPORTANT FLASH UPDATE: Exit question: Dare to dream? Exit answer: Likelihood of Ott's proposal occuring can be mathematically modelled by dividing the number of "Straight Talking" republican candidates by the number of molecules in the Milky Way galaxy.

(hint: 1/infinity=0 => Exit answer is no)

FINAL UPDATE: Intervention needed, cry for help imminent. Charles Johnson writing at LGF, "The GOP race is over, folks, and John McCain is the winner." That's it man, game over man, game over!

Heart-ache

Well, it's the end of an era. Fredmentum has ended. Now as anyone with a science or math background knows, momentum (P) is the product of the mass (m) and velocity (V) of an object, P=m*v. Therefore it follows that Fredmentum (F) is the product of Fred's appeal (a) and his polling level (p), F=a*p. Now, due to the conservation of momentum, in a closed system total momentum can not change. Fredmentum changed. Therefore there are only two possibilities:

1) Fredmentum was transferred to another body (McCainmentum, Mittmentum, Huckamentum, or Rudymentum) within the closed system and the total momentum of the system is unchanged. Or...

2) This is not a closed system and an outside force acted upon the Fredmentum thus lowering it's absolute value.

Let us first look at the first option. Within the closed system, a transfer of momentum from Fredmentum to one of the other parties would require a change in the absolute value of Fredmentum. To wit: either Fred's appeal (a) or polling level (p) would need to decrease. Since it is clear that Fred's appeal has only increased with time, it would be safe to say that the decrease in Fredmentum came about due to a decrease in his polling level. This is possible only if one of the other parties' appeal was sufficiently greater than Fred's. That is clearly not the case, and anyone who thinks otherwise is simply not to be trusted or believed.

The second option, however, is very intriguing. I personally believe that an outside force acted upon Fred. Some might say it was the Mainstream Media. Other's will blame the current big-government "compassionate" conservatives that are currently leading the GOP. Some others yet will claim that it was a cabal of pro-illegal immigration big business owners. There are other possibilities I'm sure, and I will leave it to you to make up your own mind. I report, you decide. I, of course, blame the Joooooos.

It is too painful at this juncture to contemplate the next step, but it is a step that must be taken nonetheless. This weekend I shall due some deep soul searching (by going to the movies to see that movie about the computer hacker guy that's following that chick. "Mommy, why is a video of our house on the computer?" That movie looks wicked cool!) and report back to you my dear reader(s). We obviously can not and must not simply concede this race to the Stalinists of the Democratic Party.

Courage...

Will Baby Boomers Be The Doom Of Us All?

Megan McCardle has an interesting piece on the coming wave of Baby Boomer retirees at TheAtlantic.com. [via Herr Professor] It's worth a read in it's entirety, but I've excerpted a few choice nuggets for you. First is the scope of the imminent deluge (all emphasis mine):

For the past two decades, the United States has been in a remarkable sweet spot as far as labor is concerned. The number of annual births was well below the mid-century peak, and the number of elderly was limited by the low birthrates from decades long gone—those of the Great Depression and World War II. As a result, the share of the nation’s population in its working years was exceptionally high. The workforce was swollen further—massively so—by the movement of women into paid work, and the accelerating influx of immigrants. But the percentage of women in the workforce seems to be leveling off, and future immigration rates, given the growing political backlash against immigrants, are anyone’s guess.

Now come the Boomers, 80 million strong, merrily planning their retirements. Watching their generation move from childhood through adulthood and into old age on demographic charts is like watching a pig move through a python. Thanks to the Boomers’ retirement, by 2020, even if immigration continues at roughly its current pace, the workforce looks likely to be only a little bigger than it is today. If immigration rates were to decline precipitously, all else being equal, the labor force would be roughly 1 million people smaller than it is now.

All these Boomers are certainly going to put some strain on our economy, and will force us to make some tough decisions. What is the outlook of the Boomers themselves, you ask?

These sunny views [Baby Boomer optimism-ed] are reflected and amplified by the AARP, whose Web site paints a rosy picture of early retirement. And by some media outlets, including the newly launched Retirement Living TV channel (motto: “Inspiring your freedom years”), which features programs such as Retired & Wired, Living Live! with Florence Henderson, and Another Chance for Romance, which is billed as “the first dating show focusing solely on Baby Boomers.” (You must give the Boomers credit: their uncanny ability to focus solely on themselves, approvingly, appears undiminished by age.)

Bwahahahaaa! Those crazy Boomers. Although really, it's somewhat heartening to see their pure unbridled optimism, as the bus careens towards the cliff. What is my take on the situation? Demographically speaking, what kind of footing am I going to find myself standing on in the coming years?

...in 1945, the year before the Baby Boomers began entering the world, each retiree in America was supported by 42 workers. Now each retiree is supported by three. When the Boomers are fully retired, each of them will be supported by just two.

What happens when currently optimistic Boomers finally face the hard realities of their savings accounts? Will they ask for more from the government? At a bare minimum, seniors already struggling with their finances are not apt to look kindly on benefit cuts. Yet the cost of the benefits we’ve already promised them will weigh heavily on the workers expected to support a half-Boomer apiece.

Yikes! There goes my unbridled optimism, right out the window! All kidding aside, the thrust of Megan's article is that while a great change is already under way, and about to be even more severe, the great forces of American ingenuity and hard work will clear a path for all of us through the briar patch. Either that or it's the end of the world. You'll have to read the whole article for yourself to see. Read it now!

"How About A Nice Game Of Chess?"

"A strange game. The only winning move is not to play."

Well, are you ready for Global Thermonuclear War? I know I am. I've got the water bottles packed up, the survival kit rigged for rapid evacuation, and lots and lots of ammo. Bring. It. On!

So, if you haven't seen the news, you're probably wondering what the heck I'm talking about. Oh nothing much really, just the recent assassination of Benazir Bhutto, former PM of Pakistan and assumed future PM (in a unity government with President Musharraf) after next month's scheduled elections. So of course, nuclear armed Pakistan is now going through the first spasms of rage following the assassination. Overheard on Fox News this morning, Pakistan is believed (with high confidence level) to have 100+ nuclear weapons, which are in the control of the military. Twenty percent of the military is made up of Pashtuns. Pashtuns are historically sympathetic with the cause of the Taliban. The Taliban is not nice. If the Pashtun portion of the military (or of course, the ISI) is able to get their hands on even one nuclear weapon during the confusion and chaos of the next few days (at least), and if they hand it off to the Taliban/Al Qaeda, then it isn't really very hard at all to see what will happen next. Let me paint you one possible picture...

Since Israel is closer to Pakistan then the U.S., and since there are no oceans between the two, and since there are several 'friendly' countries between the two (Pakistan to Iran to Kurdistan [the only hard part] to Syria to Israel) then it is highly probable that the bomb would go off in Israel. Flash. Tel Aviv just evaporated. Israel responds. Islamabad, Karachi, Hyderabad, Quetta and Rawalpindi were just destroyed. Remaining elements of the Pakistani military, even if they were not the original parties to seize and transfer the first nuclear bomb, respond in kind, either against Israel, against US forces in Iraq, Afghanistan, or elsewhere in the Gulf region, or even more likely perhaps, against India. The conflict spreads as India and Pakistan trade nukes. Israel, in a last ditch effort to prevent complete and total devastation, launches all of it's remaining nukes at Tehran, Riyadh, Jedda, Mecca, Damascus, and any other targets of opportunity that it can reach. The greater middle east, and certainly the entire 'muslim world' descends into complete and intractable mayhem. Riots, civil wars and cross-border wars set in as the world slides into the events of World War III (or IV). The United States, Russia, and China square off against each other in a three-way battle for survival as they defend their own interests in the region. Russia, while heavily nuclear armed, and certainly a grave threat, would not ultimately be the greatest foe before us. No, that would be China. Also nuclear armed, with an ever expanding military, and a history of spying (that news just broke today, via Insty), hacking, and other non-friendly acts against the U.S. And so it begins...

So there's your happy thought for the day. Carry on.

Update: Charles Johnson at LGF linked this open letter from Scott Ott (of Scrappleface fame) to the leaders of Europe. Read the whole thing.

All I Want For Christmas...

...Is for it to be 2010. Great news.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

Developing...

I'm Thankful For...

...My parents, of course. Without them I obviously wouldn't be here to be thankful for anything!

I'm thankful for a big brother who taught me the meaning of cool.

I'm thankful for a big little sister who puts Giada to shame.

I'm thankful for a little little sister who can kick your butt!

I'm thankful for the United States Constitution that allows me to say "Hillary is a lesbian!" and to own as many of these as I want.

I'm thankful for the brave men and women of the United States Armed Forces that protect these rights on my behalf.

I'm thankful, of course, for so much more. What are you thankful for?

Ooh, Scary Accurate Quiz!

Okay, so I was at the InstaPuppyBlender's site this morning where I saw this post. An interesting article at National Review Online about anti-Southerner prejudice in New England, but what was most interesting is the quiz that the article's author, David Freddoso, linked to. You yourself can go take the (very short-13 question) quiz here, and then come back and tell the world your results in the comments. Happy fun time!

Oh Hell Yeah!

Alrighty then, this post is definitely not for the faint-hearted so you may want to go elsewhere. You have been warned!



This is your last chance!


Note: For best results click on each and every one of the links in this post (including those ones up there^^^). I know there's a lot of them! [Also turn on your speakers!]


Okey-Dokey. The opening act was a group called In This Moment whose lead singer, Maria Brink, could only be described as a naughty cross between a naughty Miss Muffet and a naughty schoolgirl. Very naughty, and loud! She was constantly coming very close to unloosing her vast tracts of land in a wardrobe malfunction, but not close enough, drat the luck. Anyway, whether due to the acoustics of the Rose Garden, or my position relative to the stage and speakers (about 100 feet away kitty corner to front right of stage as you look at it), or poor sound control, or merely poor singing ability, everything wound up sounding like a cat being strangled. This isn't of course to mean that I didn't like it, just that I couldn't understand a word that was sung. By the way, this sound phenomenon affected all three singers (although least of all Zombie) so it probably was just a glitch. Either that or the dull high-pitched ringing in my ears means that I may not have been a very scientifically accurate evaluator of the sound scheme. So they sang a few songs and then it was the first intermission and stage change-over. Then came...

The Prince Of Darkness!

So this was definitely my favorite act of the night, it was totally cool to be able to see Zombie live in concert! What can I say, his show had it all! Go-go dancers, fire, dancing cheerleaders, explosions, hot dancing chicks, giant mutant robot man, sexy hot chick dancers, weird samurai-armor covered drummer guys, and I think I recall seeing a couple of dancing girls. Also boobies. Lots of boobies on the video monitors (where they were playing messed up footage from old horror movies, some of Zombie's movies, and other weird and messed up stuff). Next up...

Leviathan, the Dragon, Prince of This World!

So Ozzy is of course the godfather of all that is heavy metal. That being said, he is getting rather long in the tooth in my humble and most respectful opinion, and should perhaps leave the touring for the next generation. I can't help but think of the "Grandpa" character in this movie, eventually they will be forced to roll out his embalmed corpse a la Lenin and just roll tape. Probably the coolest part of Ozzy's act is that he was somehow able to get the Ancient Norse god of Thunder, Thor, to play lead guitar for him. That was definitely very cool. Sadly, and I suppose not too surprisingly, I found that Ozzy doesn't (or can't) perform any Sabbath songs when he's touring solo, heart-ache. Oh well. Oh yeah, very importantly, they were filming Ozzy's act (either for a DVD or just to play on the many video monitors), and of course they were able to somehow find a couple (approximately one googolplex) of the aforementioned boobies to put on film and up onto the giant video displays. Lone boobies, pairs of boobies, boobies being man-handled by their owners, boobies being man-handled by others, and many more other boobie related activities that would be better relegated to Bill O's next investigative report.

Overall, I have to say the night's festivities were much fun. I was able to get a mild contact high off of the generous amounts of doobage wafting through the air, there were very many "sweet young things" running around the Rose Garden in various states of intoxication, giddiness, and general all-around sluttiness, and of course the omnipresent burnt out old hippies (who are definitely old enough to have grand, if not great-grand, kids). Great fun was had by all, and tonight's joie de vivre-ness has caused me to make up my mind to move to Portland next spring/summer. I can't wait!

Exit Question: How many times did I use the word "definitely" in this post?

Exit Answer: Definitely too many!