MMM 291: Gumballs

Watch this and be infuriated.

That’s all I’ve got.  No preamble today.

I miss the gym.  Weights are easier than calisthenics.

Weekend funnies

Let’s see what’s in the funneh folder for today.
Lemon party. Oso’s the one with the tiara.

MMM 288: Summer of Rage almost over

Protestors should be calming down soon as the weather cools.  Only the truly dedicated and minimally-rugged bother with fighting for a cause in the winter, and the Snowflake Army ain’t.

I forgot who sent me this, likely Pepe.  Me like.

Shane’s World

Ok, all the pervs who got that, raise your hands.

Whoa. You people are sick!

Shane obviously is an H2 lurker

MMM 287: All I can see is the moon

Well, that’ll be true for some folks.  Up here in the awful, frozen north, the sun will do it’s usual tumble across the southern sky and briefly warm the day, and we’ll be none the wiser about the lunar transit.

So let’s look at butts.

MMM 284: Buying the Farm (again)

I’m hoping that the next move is the last one.  It’s definitely enough land to live off of, even with the (essentially) worthless horses.  The question is how fast I can get to the point of food independence, should I have the wherewithal to do so.  Going to be a lot of work getting it into shape for that, so I have to hope my body won’t give out on me before the systems are built up, and that I can make steady progress toward it as the years pass.

America.

Gender Neutral Russia

I’ve always been fascinated with Mother Russia. Wait. Is that triggering? I guess we should start calling it gender neutral Russia. You know mothers can be fathers right? I’ll start over.

I’ve always been fascinated with cisRussia. Not today’s pussy version; the full blown commie war machine that defeated the Nazis with their incredibly effective strategy of throwing about 9 million young men into the maw of Hitler’s army. Either march forward and get blown away, or retreat and get shot by your own guys. Touch choice for the Igors.

Total WWII casualties are thought to be around 20 million but no one really knows for sure. To put that into perspective, the glorious CCCP lost the equivalent of today’s population of NYC, LA, Chicago, Houston, Phoenix, and Philadelphia. Or as most of the blog would say, ‘a good start.‘

Much like you, I’m really amused at the Russian follies going on in the media. It’s really driven by two factors: 1. They still don’t accept the outcome of the election and 2. a total lack of historical perspective prior to 2005. It’s just fucking awesome to watch the political/media brain trust try figure out the basics of Russian geography, let alone culture. Pretend you know nothing. Now pretend you are in a soundproof, lightproof box buried under the Siberian tundra. You are more prepared to discuss Russia than Brian Stelter, Steven Colbert, or Katy Tur.

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Everyone having a good week?
I was expecting a Green Day cover and got something much, much better.

Now for the hunks.
Monday was Patty Ann’s birthday. Sigh. She would tell me to put on my big girl panties and get going.

The Beatles Suck

For some reason I can’t get this stupid Beatles song out of my head…Revolution. Every time I hear someone spouting off about treason, I think ‘talkin’ bout an execution.’

Louis Guitierrez (D-ICK) is the latest to promise his constituents that when the democrats take back the house he’s going to, “to make sure that I am there to make sure of one thing, that we write those articles of impeachment and take him to trial before the Senate and eliminate him as president of the United States of America.”

That’s some pretty hot chocolate he’s serving. Are we really here? Are we at a place in politics where Sentators–I’m looking at you Tim Kaine– and House Reps wantonly throw around execution as a political end? And just so we’re clear, we’re talking about executing the President and members of his family who are not currently employed by the administration.

It’s been 45 days since Steve Scalise and dozens of others were targeted for political assassination and there are many on the Left that have decided to escalate the Cold Civil War. I won’t even attempt to square the counterfactual circle of how this would have been played if Obama were the target. A brain divided against itself cannot stand.

I know we don’t all agree that Donald J. Trump is the God Emperor we’ve been waiting for. In reality, he worries me a bit, but I’m willing to look past all of his flaws for a few reasons. First, everyone I dislike hates him. Second, he is a giant middle finger to what I believe is a growing chasm in American society. We’re not just divided in politics, but have formed a neatly coded society where it is perfectly acceptable to deride entire swaths of the country to prove allegiance to a social class.  His mere existence as a working man’s hero (a neat little trick in and of itself) spotlights how hollow our supposed intellectual betters have become. Third, he fights. And while I don’t always agree with what or whom he is fighting, I believe parsing every issue as if it has some deep meaning is more wrong. An illegal alien is not an undocumented immigrant.

GND and I have had this long standing conversation about if or when the President is going to be assassinated. She has always been of the opinion that he won’t make it to the end of his term. I have always believed that its not really possible, let alone probable that a crazed Leftist could pull it off.

But I’m starting to waver.

To borrow a refrain from a boring man, ‘Russia called, and they want their foreign policy back.’

 

Current picture for Leon;

 

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Today’s up-and-at-’em song was one of Rocketboy’s favorites when he was 3 or 4. I had a John Denver CD of train songs, and one was a cover of this:

I still have all those songs memorized. Well, it was better than Barney songs.
Let’s see who’s in the hunky folder for today.
Nicely dressed above the fold.