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That’s me!

I decided that after I go vote (which is any minute now) I’m gonna turn off the computer and the TV (which hasn’t been on since Nova last week anyway)and quietly read or go outside and target-shoot until the first East Coast polls close tonight. Then I’ll see what’s going on. Anything before then is just rhetoric and horseshit. But I repeat myself.

I should’ve voted this morning. TWWSNTM is at the Boston office again, and nobody would’ve noticed. But I get off at 3; that’s unusual enough that it probably won’t be a mob scene.

I have a feeling I’m going to be giving politics a rest for a while. Some experiences, there’s just no reason to put yourself through.

Target practice, McGoo? I hope to heaven you don’t need it.

As an aside, I’m so glad her Ladyship isn’t here yet in old Blighty. You’d think it was the second coming. Even the supposedly conservative Press in the UK has nauseating Obamamania.

I am disgusted by the collective hysteria.

Badger – I figger if I stay competent, then I’ll never, ever need to point a weapon at a living thing. May all the Gods ever conceived grant that it be so….

You’d think it was the second coming. Even the supposedly conservative Press in the UK has nauseating Obamamania.

Gonna be a lot of heads asploding tomorrow.

I voted a little bit ago.

I miss the “straight party ticket” option. It’s so much easier to just mark one box and be done.

I came out of the place and – just outside the legal solicitation limit – was a reporter from the local country rag. I recognised her. Screaming Liberal. So I practiced my angry, piercing “Major —- de Coverly” look…. and she backed off without a sound. Woosie! They’re all woosies!

I was delighted. If I’d had my fake cane with me I woulda goth-toed her.

I am disgusted by the collective hysteria.

Right. On BBC Look North (what do you get down there, Look South? Look South-East? Look There’s France – Lets Build a Trebuchet And Fling Shit At It?) not too long ago the annoying female presenter Crista Ackroyd had some Obama 08 (who else; this is the BBC and he’s black and a lefty) merchandise that she was waving around. There’s just no escaping it. Makes you want to retch.

How do y’all feel about judges? I always vote all the bastards out. Unless one of them has been particularly awesome, which has only happened twice.

Other than that I always figure anyone who spends too much time in the position starts to treat it as a right instead of a sacred trust, and needs a good thorough replacin’.

If I’d had my fake cane with me I woulda goth-toed her.

I don’t even know what that means, or how it relates to the camel variety, but I’m totally using it. with your permission, of course.

Yeah, speaking of judges…McGoo, there is a lady judge on the ballot. Mo supreme court, I think. Do you know anything about her?

I voted via mail-in ballot a couple of weeks ago, the weather up here being very unpredictable this time of year (we’re currently having an extended Indian summer, but in previous years, I’ve spent a day clearing a mile of dirt road of pesky white stuff around this time), I thought it prudent.

Everybody seems to be going for that Change We Need in a big way. I have a feeling the change we’ll get is not what we’re expecting, but as usual, we will get precisely the government we deserve.

Well, it was a fun experiment, that democratic republic thing, but it’s time, I guess, to get back to the basics. Homey, earthy basics like subsistence farming, outdoor plumbing, universal ignorance, and early death.

Thanks, public education!

Now now, jw, even in the worst possible case we have an advantage: there’s never been an agrarian society in history with access to the kind of knowledge we’ll have. Even without an internet.

Inventions don’t get uninvented, and information doesn’t get lost unless you let it. We know stuff. Do they think we’ll lay down and die?

Oh no, not I. I will survive.

“How do y’all feel about judges? I always vote all the bastards out.”

Apo, et tu? I do exactly the same thing, except I don’t even vote to keep judges I think have something on the ball.

Apo, if African history is to be believed, they, too had mucho knowledge and invented mucho stuff. Which I believe is what accounts for their vastly superior quality of life right now.

Seriously, stuff can be unlearned, and inventions can be uninvented. It just takes an era of supreme stupidity coupled with a will to make things happen.

Remember what François-Marie Arouet said: “Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities.”

I, too, vote all judges out, unless they’ve been awesome is some way. I just did, as a matter of fact.

PnB – I didn’t know anything about the lady SC judge, so I voted her down. It’s a tough world out there…

Goth-toed: verb, transitive. To place a cane, walking stick, or other personal-support structure or apparatus upon the top surface of another individuals shoe and then “inadvertently” apply your full weight to said apparatus – the intent to be to crush the aforesaid individuals toes.

I have a feeling the change we’ll get is not what we’re expecting, but as usual, we will get precisely the government we deserve.

My feelings, exactly, JW. I take delight in knowing that if the Liberals get their Man in, they will live long enough to be sooooooo sorry. But they’ll continue to blame …. everyone except themselves.

There’s beautimous ferretage at Cute Overload today!

Of course, Steam. That’ll be cold comfort, however. Schadenfreude is only satisfying when you’re not in the same barrel.

We don’t get to vote on judges in Rhode Island 🙁

Yes, second only to the pleasure of watching the Left if Obama loses will be watching the Left if he wins. He will disappoint them, profoundly and bitterly.

And yet, his potential to screw up things that matter for a long, long time is too great to risk it. I don’t know about anybody else, but I lay September 11 at Jimmy Carter’s feet. Yes I do.

My fear is not so much of an Obama presidency as an Obama presidency in tandem with a Leftist super-majority in Congress. That is one perfect storm I’d prefer not to enjoy.

We may all live to wistfully recall Carter’s incompetence.

Pfft, we don’t need coal, or hydrocarbons, or any of that stuff. Is there any doubt, that humans have an awesome capacity for stupidity? Not having the faintest clue of what drives your civilization falls in that category.

There’s a memory I would prefer to forget, Uncle Jimmy. Hey, my unit was enroute when Desert One went south. We didn’t know where we were going just that they passed out the live shit. I’ve got my sweaters all ready.

You’re right, Weaz. I keep forgetting that you take the long view.

Maybe I don’t worry about it because I can’t do anything about it. And maybe I don’t worry about it because I will be minimally affected by it:

I don’t work, so I can’t lose my job.
I have skills, so I could work at any number of jobs if I had to.
I know how to hunt (although I don’t), fish, and grow food, so I won’t starve. I even know what to eat in the forest and what not to eat.
I don’t use Medicare or SS – so if they disappear, I am not affected.
I live out in the country and am well armed – so I’ll see the riff-raff before they see me, and can “reach out and touch them” well before they know I’m present.
My income is dependent only upon the same national market forces that will stop Obama in his tracks if he endangers them any further than they have already been pushed.

Bottom line: If I am made to be uncomfortable, then the rest of the country will have already truly gone to shit in a handcart. Selfish? No. Reality? Yes.

I will be laying in a good-sized supply of insulin in the near future though, if O wins. That’s the one thing I can’t substitute – and it pisses me off no end.

Except for the insulin part, you describe me exactly, Steam, on every point.

Seriously, stuff can be unlearned, and inventions can be uninvented. It just takes an era of supreme stupidity coupled with a will to make things happen.

Okay, granted, but it takes a special kind of dumbassery for people to do it, and (one suspects) an external motivation.

Are we going to abandon (for example) penicillin? Cultivation? Anyone NOT understand how a transistor works, or where and how to find that information if they don’t and needed it? Are we going to go back to rattling bones at the gods to bless us with crops, or are we as a people a wee bit beyond that now?

Can it happen? Sure, I guess. In an infinite universe, by definition anything can happen. But how likely is it? It’s the same feeling of dubiosity (yes it’s a word) I get when I hear the doomsayers predict that an Obama election would quickly result in his rewriting the constitution to make it a lifetime appointment instead of a four-year term.

No matter how this turns out, we’re not going to revert to some Socialist workers’ paradise. Things will probably suck for a few years but it is not the end as long as there are those of us who keep the fire burning, ok?

Relax.

Apo: Knowing how a transistor works is a far cry from creating one. Go ahead, try. Check the junk drawer in the kitchen for the necessary raw materials (oh, they’re there) and make one. Make several. Then build—oh, let’s go for something easy—one of those cheap Japanese six-transistor radios.

While the author got the motivations bass-ackwards, The Earth Abides is an excellent blueprint for how quickly an advanced civilization can revert to ignorance, superstition, and tribalism.

We are teetering on the edge of the precipice. Obama doesn’t have to be the Devil himself to send us hurtling into the abyss. He just has to provide that final, tiny nudge.

And we’re just dumb enough to dare him.

Check the junk drawer in the kitchen for the necessary raw materials (oh, they’re there) and make one. Make several. Then build—oh, let’s go for something easy—one of those cheap Japanese six-transistor radios.

I guess I missed the part of our near-future apocalyptic descent into hunter-gatherer status where all the existing manufactured goods poofed into fairy dust.

Expectations updated, I’m going back to herb lore and flint knapping even as we speak.

Good idea, Apo. You won’t need the skills yourself, thanks to modern food preservation techniques. But you’ll need to teach those skills to your children, because their children will need them.

Mind you I’m not trying to be a jackass, jw.

I’m just trying to deliver HOPE you can BELIEVE IN. Stout hearts, chin up, etc.

Oh, I know you’re not being a jackass, Apo; and frankly, I hope you’re right, and I’m suffering an advanced case of terminal chickenlittleism.

BTW: Despite my natural pessimism concerning the human race (and my natural optimism concerning my ability to persevere), my chin is up.

And my powder is dry.

But you’ll need to teach those skills to your children, because their children will need them.

I’m a Boy Scout from a long line of Boy Scouts, and now a Scout leader for my own kids. No worries.

Did those African societies you mentioned have detailed written technical records available to anyone who had the ability to read? I think that might be one major benefit of our society your theory overlooks. The Egyptians did some neat shit and sure, they had hieroglyphics, but c’mon. The relevant knowledge was held close by a technological priesthood and wielded against a nation of ignorant disposable slaves with little or no concept of self-determination.

“The relevant knowledge was held close by a technological priesthood and wielded against a nation of ignorant disposable slaves with little or no concept of self-determination.”

’nuff said.

Hey now. Squeezy cheese was a favorite of my girly kitteh. 🙂 The boys like it but not to the extent she did. It may be a mystery, but it’s a tasty one. All the sodium you need for an entire week in one serving. 😛

I always vote all the incumbent judges out as well. Same reasons as you all stated. Figure they don’t need to get too comfortable. I gather from hearing the local talk radio though, that at least one county in KS doesn’t elect their judges. They are appointed by the lawyers or somesuch. Sounds an awful way to do it.

FWIW, the junk drawer in my kitchen could probably yield the non-nuclear components of a moderate three-stage fusion weapon. Or a really bitchin’ potato gun.

Well, maybe not quite ’nuff. I have no intention of being either a priest or a slave.

’nuff said.

Damn, dude, you really have a negative outlook on this society. Unless McCain loses by some ridiculously improbable percentage – and I’m talking like 90% of the vote going to BHO – a huge segment of this society still has their shit together and is NOT going to meekly submit to the kind of dominance you’re suggesting.

It’s just not going to happen.

I gather from hearing the local talk radio though, that at least one county in KS doesn’t elect their judges. They are appointed by the lawyers or somesuch. Sounds an awful way to do it.

Yeah, that was actually one of the questions on the ballot in another district. I don’t know who decided it was a good idea (in effect) to let lawyers elect their own, but it should definitely be the people’s decision.

Apo: I fully expect people to object strenuously, vigorously, and with a vengeance. I’m just not confident that the tiny faction of realists I favor will emerge triumphant.

Thanks, Nichole. Now I have the MST3K sodium song dancing through my head…… 🙁

http://3mp3.eu/34258-Mst3k_-_Sodium!.html

What we really need today is a bunch of the deathmobile floats from the end of Animal House to cruise around the polling places, just to stir things up. Not to do anything, mind you, but just to bring forward some nice nostalgia…….

GRRR, that damn spam filter hates me.

jwp – I strongly suspected (from past statements on your part) that you were in the same boat (but with more acreage and a shitload of horses, damn you!).

{For those who don’t know – jw’s driveway is 10 miles long. He whines a bit when it snows and he has to snow shovel it by hand – the woosie! And you know those commercials where a huge herd of beautiful thoroughbred horses stampede photogenically over the horizon? Them’s all his horses – and his horizon, too! Um – maybe I dreamed that last bit.}

Its the only thing that’s keeping me from crawling into a hole and screaming. My country is in serious danger, and I can’t do diddly shit about it.

I have a Y2K hair barrette decorated with multi-colored transistors.

Is that weird?

It keeps the hair out of my eyes and gets me free WiFi.
(I’m lying about the WiFi)

Know what? I’m going to go vote. Right now. And pick up my blood pressure meds. But mostly vote.

TWWSNTM isn’t here. My boss isn’t here. I’m a short-timer. Screw, as they say in Naples.

I’m just not confident that the tiny faction of realists I favor will emerge triumphant.

It won’t be easy. It never is. Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no!

I thought it was the Cretins from Sparta?

Steam: Yup. My horizon. You know those sunsets you like to watch? I get a nickel every time you sigh.

And that ten miles of snow I have to hand-shovel? I didn’t mention that I have to do it barefoot. Uphill both ways goes without saying.

Apo: Well, I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody’s part. And we’re just the guys to do it.

Quick, while Her Weaselship is out exercising her Pyrrhic franchise, everybody glue the furniture to the ceiling.

Blood pressure medication, indeed!

Ha! Palin’s father and, Field Dress a Donkey

Actually, I know people who have deep pitted burros. Well, it came to mind given the thread. I don’t worry, if it ever gets too bad I’ll just slip into the Sierras. They’ll never find me, dagumit.

Hey, Lewis & Clark had no problem eating their pack animals. Necessity is the mother of ingestion.

Terrible thing – having pitted burros. My sister had a pitted burro on her thigh and the doctor had to remove it with this big electric soldering iron thingy. Boy! did it smell. She said it left a scar, too. But she doesn’t limp too much anymore.

The blood pressure excuse could be just a ploy, jw! Watch your back.

Didn’t L&C smoke their shoes and socks too, when they ran out of tobacco?

True, Steam. Good advice. I sometimes forget the perfidy of which weasels are capable.

And I personally prefer pitted burros to the unpitted brand. The ones stuffed with pimentos make for excellent martinis.

“Necessity is the Mother of Ingestion”

🙂

That’s a keeper. Reminds me of: Rugby players eat their dead.

McGoo, I prefer my burros pitless. My neighbor had a pet burro, his name was Bugsy. He used to go off every morning at first light, and every evening at sunset. Haw hee, haw hee, haw, haw, haw. Funny little guy.

Yup. I was still on the rolls here. For the record, my polling place was totally empty. I was it.

I vote in this grubby little community center in the Projects. The polls are manned by half a dozen jovial older black women from the ‘hood. One of them told me my name is pretty. It was a quick vote, as we only had two referenda this time. I usually vote no on referenda just to be an ass, but I was feeling jaunty today and voted yes. Yes to highway funds! Yes to parksnrecreation!

I came out the front, and there was Patrick Kennedy. Yes, my congressman is Patches Kennedy, the dumbest member of the Stupid Club. Hooray!

I’m kicking myself I didn’t introduce myself or get a picture with him or anything. He wasn’t exactly thronged. Thirty years in Rhode Island and I finally met the one man I’m soberer than!

Allen: When I hit that age of desperately needing a horse, my dad bought three burros, one of which was, um, I believe the term is rideable. He told me I could learn to ride the burro first, and then, maybe, we could talk about a horse. Ever ride a burro bareback, not for a couple of minutes, but for hours? Day after day? For months?

Oh, I got my horse. And that, parenthetically, is why I know I’ll survive the coming “interesting times.”

So – no one arrested you for voting out of state, huh?

Were there any Gestapo, like in Philly?

…and of course your name is pretty. Stoaty Mustelid Weasel just rolls off the tongue!

And you’re soon to be M’Lady Badger!

I think she’ll hyphenate.

Stoaty Mustelid Weasel-Badger.

The FIRST. 🙂

JW, no, not for hours. We did get likkered up and ride my buddy’s burro, however. Less distance to fall.

I just have two horses. My trail horse and my packhorse. They’re both solid mountain horses. I can be in the Domeland Wilderness area within half a day. Speaking of which the damn Park Service just re-located about 20 habituated bears from Yosemite to down here in the southern Sierras. I’m thinking bear jerky.

Jill, I was born with four names. If I hyphenate, they’ll make me buy a zipcode. Think Stoaty Wolverine Mustelid Weasel-Badger. Seriously. Like I’m not enough of a cartoon as it is.

Hmmmm.

“So why not Thursday-Friday-Saturday? ”

Because Friday is -drinking- day!. A tradition we’ve kept to this very day.

Feh! Sheesh! You never told me about the Wolverine!

Of course you can’t hyphenate.
Ye’d be an idjit.

🙂

jw – I agree with your attitude. You’re lucky that you have a ten mile driveway and lots of guns. I’m totally screwed cuz I’m in an apartment in the city hoarding canned goods. Can I come to your house if the SHTF? I can cook, clean, sew and have plumber skills!

The best are bean burros with extra sour cream and salsa.

Scubafreak, I just kicked two of yours out of the filter, and I don’t know where they went!

And Jill, the CO ferretage is indeed awesome.

‘S true, wolverines don’t hyphenate. It’s bears that sleep all winter.

You know, I really need an emoticon I can hang around the necks of Really Bad Puns appearing in my comments section. I’m thinking something in a steaming turd…

Please, oh please, can we have the smiley emoticons back?

🙁

They’re just so annoying that I truly love them. Hey, wait a minute didn’t Rhode Island give us Lincoln Chafee? Gotta be careful about what you ask from them Islanders. Speaking of which Rhode Island is not actually an island is it? Then why do they call it that.

Stoaty Wolverine Mustelid Weasel-Badger

If you add even one more syllable you will ‘splode, Weaz! Don’ do dat.

Pun emoticon: how about un skunk de pew?
He could have one eye open and his tongue a-lollin’…

Allen, they call it Rhode Island cause there’s only one Rhode in and one Rhode out. 😛

Jeez, wendy, you can come on over now! I might have some ‘splainin’ to do when my wife gets back from visiting her folks in Kollyphonya, but once she discovers you’re willing to cook, clean, etc (which both of us are theoretically capable of doing), she’ll relax to the inevitable.

Oooo, that would be good for a pun emoticon, a skunk with the stink lines. Jill, pretty soon Weasel might tell us to do something with the Horse we Rhode in on.

That would make for a grand thread nothing but stinky “Rhode” puns. 🙂

The official name is Rhode Island and Providence Plantations — making the smallest state the one with the biggest name — and the “Rhode” part is now called Aquidneck Island. That’s where Newport is.

These Rhode Island puns…
What would you say to a hiaku?
…Or is that an “an”?

Damn!

Allen: Two is plenty. I kinda went wacky a while back and decided to get into the horse-breeding business. About the time I hit 35 horses, they passed that law outlawing the sale of horse meat for human consumption, which flooded the market with “ridin’ stock” that would have better served mankind (and my pocketbook) lightly grilled (I love unintended consequences). We’re down to 11 now.

Take it from me, you have even that many horses, you don’t ride much. My wife and I did much more riding when we had just the two geldings.

BTW: you ever done the Auburn to Tahoe City 100 Miles In a Day race? Me neither, but our neighbor did, every year, so I spent a couple of years doing distance training with him on his backup horse. 20 miles a day (until the snows hit), weekends we’d do between 50-60.

McGoo, I wouldn’t say anything to a haiku, because I wouldn’t expect it to say anything in return.

🙂

I told ya, Stoatie, your spam gremlins hate me.

“It got Scubafreak”, Weasel spat – much as a free-range haiku doesn’t – and flopped dejectedly into the beanbag chair.

*everyone’s eyes shift nervously*

Somewhere in the back a voice spoke, raggedly, “But…but..any one of us could be next!”

Oh and here’s something kinda sorta off topic but maybe not:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a9JYq-mXprw

Belushi wasn’t supposed to destroy Stephen Bishops guitar. He was supposed to take it off of him and throw it down the steps. Belushi decided at the last minutes to smash it to bits. Watch Stephen Bishops face – he’s not faking that expression.

Dammit all to hell: it’s Bishop’s. I left out the apostrophes.

LOL – One of the guys on the Cornfield has posted that the BBC Online briefly had a splashscreen that Obama had been shot. Apparently someone pulled the link a few minutes later.

I LOVE newsie screwups. I’m betting that there are some red faces in London at the moment……… 🙂

Oh, man. That’s an *especially* egregious one, Scubafreak.

The company I work for owns a conference center. It was originally built just for company use, but it ended up being empty a lot, so they eventually opened it to the general public. I designed a brochure for it once, and the editor who wrote the copy typo’d the phone number.

The incorrect phone number turned out to belong to…a rival conference center down the street.

Really, really unlucky typo.

So when can we expect the first seriously fucked up exit polls? Anyone?

The Dems are already claiming 58 seats due to exit polls

Heh. I bet they are.

Ace’s just fell over. Mu.nu always falls over at the crunch. Here’s hoping it’s up again soon.

LOL… Another tidbit from the Cornfield

ear Fellow Business Owners

As a Business owner who employs 30 people, I have resigned myself to the fact that Barack Obama will be our next President, and that my Taxes and Fees will go up in a BIG way.

To compensate for these increases, I figure the Customer will have to see an increase in my fees to them of about 10%. I will also have to lay off 6 of my employees.

This really bothered me as I believe we are family here and didn’t know how to choose who will have to go. So, this is what I did. I strolled thru the parking lot and found 8 Obama bumper stickers on my employees cars. I have decided these folks will be the first to be laid off.

I can’t think of another fair way to approach this problem. If you have a better idea, let me know.

I am sending this letter to all Business owners that I know.

Sincerely
Ward
JOOA Corp.

Do y’all get this goofy little high for a few minutes after you vote? I realize I’m, like, one-thirty-millionth of the decision — actually, I’m 0% of the decision, voting in Rhode Island — but I always come out of the polling place feeling like George Washington scratched my tummy.

Just got back from voting. Lines weren’t bad… assuming you were in the right one… Chatted with a military guy who said almost all of his friends deployed overseas got their ballots late and probably won’t be counted. Par for the course I suppose. Grr.

And there was a guy dressed up like a Revolutionary War soldier voting. Tri corner hat and all. I assumed Libertarian. 😛

…I always come out of the polling place feeling like George Washington scratched my tummy.

Yeah, I know what you mean, Stoaty. When I voted for Reagan in ’80, it felt that way. But today after holding my nose and and voting for McCain, I felt more like Barney Frank was checking my prostate.

McGoo, just think of who gets to check the old love gland if Obama and the Dems get their way.

Hey, I got double-dog-dared into voting LINCOLN FUCKING CHAFEE in ought-six.

Oh. Ohhhhhh. My voting finger still throbs with that terrible memory.

Yaaa!

SF – your imagery is lethal.

I think I’ll just risk prostate cancer for the next four years.

Grraaahhhh. I am hungry, but too nervous to eat. Can’t bear to turn the tv on, either (all I have is rabbit ears, so I can’t get Fox News unless the local Fox affiliate is running the Fox News feed, which they might be).

Time for DirectTV, Emma…….

I bent over and gave my all to the porcelain punchbowl at 4 this morning…for all sorts of reason. And so, my friends…que sera, sera.

Adieu. Adieu. To yieu and yieu and yieu.

I’m ready to go vote, the horse is saddled so I’m riding into town. We are sooo screwed, so I figured I would ride to vote, and say later: I got screwed and so did the horse I rode in on.

Go figure, my polling place is at the Baptist Church annex, and I have guns, and yeah, I’m bitter. Giddy up.

🙁

Nighty-night, Weaz.

The sun may rise on the United Socialist States of America tomorrow.

Cat antidote for election jitters. Be sure to check out the rest of them from mugumogu

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QSfuRW7-XGU

weasel? why wuz you frowing up? If you just imbibed too much then it is understandable. But I’m wondering if it is…

morning sickness?

I bet Weasel is all belly-tied in knots about the move. The election is just added robust and flavorful flatulence to an already powerful brew of stress and anxiety. (And a dose of hangover-itis).

They do say those visa applications can be slow murder. Plus she’s gotta bend over and take it from the movers soon. That’s OVERSEAS movers. Ka-ching$!

oh, HOLY SHIT, no! Wendy. Still technically possible, but NFW by the calendar. Pure nerves, is all. My stomach is the Weakest Link…

sorry you dont feel good 🙁

Going to try to arrange the moving from this end, McGoo. It doesn’t matter a damn which end a move is arranged from, but as her Ladyship’s stuff has to come through UK customs, as the firm that moved us to Badger House seemed like reasonable people, and as it’s one thing I can take off her shoulders, it seems a reasonable thing to explore.

Of course, then there is the Big Event. Guess who is having to hire the elephants, performing seals, small, random explosions, minstrels, Chinese tumblers (so much classier than champagne flutes), fire eaters and all the rest?

Beware of events organised by badgers…

But yes, it’s noives. Very highly strung, these weasels. It’s that fast metabolism.

I figured you’d be pulling some of the load for the Lady, Badger. Its a given, you bein’ an English Gentleman and all that, what! 🙂

And I bet sticking with movers you have history with can yield advantages down the road. Here in ‘Merica, tipping (bribing) the main Moverguy (not the grunts) helps too.

I once had a driver “screw up” and lose a day and a half in transit so I wouldn’t have to put my stuff into temporary storage (and lose a week and more $). There’s a long, funny story there …, but never mind.

So true, McGoo. As ever – two countries divided by … umm. not so very much, actually.

A few notes pressed into the right palm at the right time transcends everything 😉

Listening to the election coverage… I’d spit, but nails in the wall looks so bad.

A pic for Stoaty from CO (it always reminds me of her).

I voted this afternoon — The General gives us the day off! for voting purposes. I live in the only pretty-much-alwasy Repub. county in SE lower MI — McCain signs everywhere, only a few for the Obamessiah. It gives me no sense of what the rest of the state is up to (allegedly 60%+ for Barry the O). The 2000/2004 “voting by county” maps are burned into my memory — One tiny red dot in a sea of blue.

This is the first time I’ve fired my balky, failing laptop up in a year & a half. It’s working, after a fashion. My new (3 months old, I’ve had him for a month) kitten Louis is driving me nuts, chasing the mouse pointer and anything that moves on the screen … and stomping around on the keyboard.

Hey Uncle B, and Gibby if you’re around tonight, what is the deal with parliamentary elections in Britain? Brown gets to decide when he wants to call them, right?

To hell with the republic, it’s gone. Yeah, I voted, but will it be counted? I doubt it. I go to vote and the poll people say: “you haven’t voted in a while.” I say: “not since 2002.” Yes, I have voter depression.

Here in California, you have to sign on the voter rolls. On the roll it said “Invalid” Screw it.

Hello Louis! (waving a paw)

Oh, hell yes. I understand that even *cough* shipping customs *cough* is amenable to a little palm greasing – so long as no contraband is involved.

I’m trying to not get excited about the election either way. And I’m trying to not resort to alcohol or controlled substances to calm me down. So far so good.

This is the most important election in my life, so far as I can recall.

There’s a cut-off Mrs Peel. He has until a date to call an election. He can go to the country before that point, but there is a limit. Beyond that, an election happens anyway.

And then we have the bastard!

Louis waves back, then biffs his head attacking the screen. 🙂

I thought it was something like that…Israel does the same thing, right? And Kadima is putting it off because they know Likud will be in big, from what I understand.

Do you guys expect Cameron to win? Is he really much of an improvement?

No…. Cameron is a waste of carbon, I’m afraid. He was chosen by the Conservative Party mandarins as ‘acceptable’ to the media. Which means he is our equivalent of a RINO.

He wears a suit well, but not much moves between his ears and his instincts are in that mushy middleground swamp.

There is also a nasty, bitchy, little authoritarian edge to the man, which doesn’t go down well on the Libertarian-Right over here.

And with that, at 2.30 central Badger time and with a loooong car drive to a meeting tomorrow, I’ll bid you dearest rebel colonials a fond goodnight.

Looking at the early election stuff coming through here (filtered through he BBC’s reddest of red lenses, of course) all I can say is I wish you well.

Welcome to the shit sandwich that is socialism.

Sweet dreams, Uncle B.

That’s what I thought I’d heard about him. Well, g’night, Uncle B. I hope you wake up to better news.

Been watching the election coverage on various channels, and I’m convinced that we are, in fact, royally fucked. And not in a good way.

Came here because I figured you guys couldn’t be more depressing than the election coverage, only to discover Weez has unmorning sickness, Allen’s vote probably won’t count, Mrs. Peel still has fucking rabbit ears for chrissakes, and somebody unsavory has his finger up Steamboat’s ass.

Thanks, guys… I needed the laugh.

More fucked than you think JW. McCain is conceding at this very moment and it isnt even 8:30pm here in Oregon. Shit

Hey JW, look on the bright side, my wife was still eligible to vote. She passed in 2006, but was registered as a democrat. So that counts extra I guess. It was a “you must beshittin’ me moment.”

Just watched McCain’s concession; showed a lot of class.

Personally, I blame the GOP for losing this election for whatever candidate they put forward. They lost any mandate they had when they wiped their Congressional asses with the Contract With America. Glad to see them get their comeuppance, though it’s a mixed blessing, since the rest of us are going to get a heapin’ helpin’ of that comeuppance, too.

In any case, Show’s over.

‘night, all. Gonna go to bed.

Come on folks, look on the bright side. Joe Biden will be the new bucket of spit, a heartbeat away…

I think I just beshat myself.

Spitoon Joe.

I guess I get to replace my McCain – Palin bumperstickers with “Impeach Obama” & “Buck Farack” ones now.

My first prediction is that gun sales will surge hugely for the next couple of months and I’ll be in line for another one too. Any suggestions? I already have a shotgun, a .22 rifle, and a .357 magnum S&W revolver. I’d think they’ll go after semi-auto handguns and rifles first.

My second prediction is that the “Fairness Doctrine” gets reinstated the instant after BO takes and breaks the Oath of Office. We need to take it nuclear against ALL the broadcast media of the left: NPR, PBS, ABC, NBC, CBS and whatnot. If we’re able to clog the FCC with claims of unfairness and lawsuits we might be able to get it kicked up to the Supreme Court fast enough we to be able to strangle it in the crib.

We’re in for a long, hard slog and maybe, hopefully, we’ll be stronger at the end for it.

jw – that was a finger? Oh! Thank God! I thought it was Barney’s….um…..never mind.

I went to sleep in a Democracy and woke up (at 2 in the fucking AM) to find I’m living in a Socialist Gulag.

It’s gonna be a long 4 years.

Enas – you need either a high-power rifle or a high-power autoloader to round out the collection. How ’bout a good 30-06 or a Glock/Sig .40 S&W.

I was gonna suggest what Steam did, Enas. I personally like a 30.06 with a good scope. It depends on where you live, of course. Out here in the country, it keeps thos unwanted little specks from becoming larger, more troublesome specks. In the city, a rifle would be less than useful, unless there’s total chaos, in which case, it’d just insure the size of your honor guard.

jwpaine,

I’m smack in middle of the suburbania of Las Vegas, so the rifle wouldn’t be optimal choice as you pointed out. I guess it’s a pistol for me. I’m gonna run down to the gun store this weekend and see what they’ve got in stock.