BBF

Hello my babies, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

 

Your model for today was born March 2nd, 1994 in Edinburg, Texas. She stands 5’3″, 34D-24-34 and 95 lbs. Please fasten your seat belt and say Buenos Dias to Miss Megan Salinas.

Christmas Angel Alert

During the holy Christmas season it’s time to get right with God (or Santa for the heathens). Angels are to God as Elves are to Santa. I think. That really wasn’t covered extensively during my years at Catholic learning institutions. There’s a whole hierarchy of angels out there. I’m familiar with the guardian types, messenger types and, thanks to the show Supernatural, the avenging angel as exemplified by Castiel. Some singers have voices like angels.

HHD – Gearing up for the Games

Roamy must be busy, so I’ll throw together an HHD poat for her.

Watching OnDemand shows for NBC (The Brave, WOO HOO!) has exposed me to some cool Winter Olympics ads. Of course I can’t find a link to it, since NBC probably has it locked down (why on earth would you want to release an ad to the public? why, someone might SEE IT!) but take my word for it, coolness.

My Mom

Since you sonsabitches are always making “your mom” comments, I thought it would be nice to make a poat about our moms. Feel free to update this poat with photos and stories of your own. Or if you’re too retarded to figure out how to add content, send it to me and I’ll do it for you.

My mom was born November 7, 1921 in Detroit. In those days women did not generally go to the hospital to give birth, so my mom was born at home on Drexel Ave.

My mom attended Catholic school through eighth grade, then she enrolled in a high school that taught, among other things, how to become a seamstress. After graduating as a seamstress, she went to work in a very upscale women’s clothing store which no longer exists – Himelhoch’s – pronounced himmelhose. She worked in alterations where she remained until WWII.

While my dad was over in Italy patching B-24s that returned from missions (if they were lucky) all shot to hell, my mom went to work as a clerk at Fort Wayne Ordinance Depot in Detroit.

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.

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.

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;

 

Baby Watch

T-minus three months until total loss of sleep, life, and mind. I’m counting on all of you hostage aunts, uncles, and somewhere in between, to keep me honest and give me tons of advice on how to raise a baby. Every new parent loves to hear about what they’re doing wrong and how its going to permanently scar their child!

Big Boob Friday

Well hey there. Pupster is behind enemy lines in the exotic land of Canadia so you’re going to have to put up with me for this week. You’re welcome in advance.

I wrote this song whilst thinking about Cyn. If you get a chance, skip to 32:54 and 53:10 for other really good songs that you’ll hate and make fun of me for liking.

Today’s model is a tremendous pick for BBF. Probably one of my best choices ever. You’ll never be tired of winning with the loverly Miss Danielle Riley!!!!!!!!ELEVEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!