… begins today. Here’s a fun thing that I did a few months ago, back when there was still a chance that Hillary Clinton would complete 0bama’s work to destroy the USA.
Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Whew, what a ride this election was. Smarter people than me are going to pick apart the results today, but I’m just happy that the American people said no to a lying, traitorous grifter. That everything the media could bring to bear was not enough. That the win was larger than the margin of fraud (I’m looking at you, Virginia and your last-minute felon vote. Terry McAuliffe is up for replacement next year, just sayin’.) That we said no to dynasties both Clinton and Bush. Wonder if Saudi Arabia and Qatar are going to get their money back.
My delight in the election is tempered by the loss of a good friend yesterday after a four-year battle with cancer. Tina, this is for you.
Veterans Day is Friday, so thank you to our soldiers, sailors, airmen, Marines, and Coast Guard. I exercised my right to vote yesterday and will exercise my rights to free speech and freedom of religion today. I promise not to take that for granted.
In case any Monday-only lurkers missed this:
Anyhow, I’ll probably need to hit the weeds a few more times. Be sure to check out the rest of the videos on that channel if you want to see some cool coloring stuff. The channel owner has her own coloring book coming out soon that looks pretty fun if you’re into that sort of thing.
This isn’t her.
As promised, I took pics of the Spad XIII for Spad13.
Also the Spad VII.
I actually like the Christmas one better, but this seems appropriate.
No Fokker Dr.1 triplanes have survived, so this is a repro, hanging with a Curtis Jenny.
And if you’re going to have the Red Baron’s plane, you need a Sopwith Camel.
That will do. I didn’t quite take enough pics to recreate the museum, but I did take a lot.
Thank you for your attention, and y’all have a good day.
It’s easier to review a movie that sucks balls because spoilers don’t matter since whoever wrote the review doesn’t want you to see it anyway.
This is a positive review so if you haven’t seen John Wick and you like action movies, guns and a lot of bad guys getting killed, rent John Wick and don’t read anymore because the rest of this review will spoil the shit out of it.
One of my buddies sent this to me. Good luck finding it on the innerwebtubes. I think it’s been embargoed because it’s so fucking awesome.
I’m not so sure I like Trump as our candidate but I fucking hate political correctness and I love the fact that the media and GOP establishment have giant elaborate sand castles up their vagina about him.
Fuck you political correctness, fuck you media and fuck you GOP establishment.
Have fun in your safe zones, liberals.
You know what I like? Macroaggressions.
Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Let’s get it started.
I was all set to put more effort into this week’s HHD to make up for last week, when Beasn went and gave me all the poat fodder I needed. Thank you, ma’am. This week’s hunks are courtesy of the Charleston, SC firefighters and their calendar fundraiser to help abused and abandoned animals. Hubba hubba!
Because you’re all lazy bastards. Anyway, let’s hope the little caruthers doesn’t turn out to be one of those bad seeds…
Resist the urge, leon.
How are babies made?
I’m sure leon will soon chime in on why this little girl’s form is all wrong.
All kidding aside, congrats on successfully reproducing, leon and mrs. caruthers! Someone–I think it was Thomas Jefferson–once said that parenting is like wrestling with a cobra. You’ll get spit at and bitten a lot, but if you don’t die, you get a really cool belt.
(I may have made that up.)