I don’t usually leave you staring at a political P’shop over the weekend, but I just read the entirety of Obama’s nothingburger of a foreign policy speech and I had to get that ^^^^^ out of my system. (What is the matter with those bananas at MSNBC?!).
On a happier note, my new hit counter tells me my old one was seriously undercounting. How do I know which one is right? I was browsing the linked-from page and found this post from Doug Ross: per Alexa rankings, sweasel.com is the 180th most popular conservative news site.
That makes this the 876,001st most visited destination on the innertubes! Fewer than a million better places to hang out in cyberspace, baby. w00t!
Have a great Memorial Day weekend, Muricans!
May 24, 2013 — 9:08 pm
I grew up about two miles from a Footwashing Baptist church. It was where you turned left onto the dirt road that led to home, and by the time we got to that spot (if we were coming from Nashville) my mother and I had been on the road quite a while and were almost always shivering for a pee. I mention this because the church had an awesome brick shithouse to one side. It was nearly as big as the church. With what terrible longing we stared at that great cathedral of a pissoire when we passed.
It was locked, though. We tip-toed up and checked it out once. It had a glass window. And it was an eight-seater. Four holes on one side, four on the other. Visualize that at full capacity, folks.
Where I am now is largely Church of England. High church is basically Catholicism minus the pope. Bells and smells and ancient stone buildings. It is very old and beautiful. It is decorous and English. It seems a whole universe away from an eight-seater brick shithouse up a dirt track.
But it’s not. However much distance there would seem to be between snake handlers and Opus Dei, it is all Christian. They recognize the same sacred verses and celebrate the same holidays. They worship the same light, however much the light is bent through the prism of a hundred denominations. They are deeply related.
I understand how a prosperous middle class Muslim in some leafy London suburb would watch yesterday’s news and say that has nothing to do with me. But it does. Or, rather, it doesn’t, but it is a product of the same faith. A different interpretation of the same words.
Which isn’t to say: feel guilty. More like: choose.
May 23, 2013 — 10:41 pm
This is a big story that, for some reason, isn’t getting much US attention yet.
So, this guy is walking down a London street today — some reports say he’s a soldier, at any rate he was wearing a Help for Heroes t-shirt, a military charity — and these two guys knock him over with a car. Then they get out with a knife, a machete and a handgun and hack the man to pieces while screaming “Allahu Akbar!” and “‘We swear by almighty Allah we will never stop fighting you!” and drag his corpse into the streets.
It takes twenty minutes for the police to get there, during which time the two yoots stood around trying to get the horrified bystanders to take their pictures waving their weapons in the air, like they’re going to be on Britain’s Got Talent tonight or something. Africans, from the look of it. Shot, but alive.
It’s already classed as a terror attack, so we don’t have to go through THAT linguistic dance, at least.
So. Doesn’t there come a point where that backlash they’re always wringing their hands about is actually appropriate?
May 22, 2013 — 6:11 pm
Before you ask…yes, Photoshopping shit onto my hate objects is incredibly cathartic.
If you think back, it’s like when you were six and you drew your worst enemy with, like, a gazillion knives sticking out of her. And they took you away to the home with the green walls and the metal bunk beds and showed you all those pictures of ink blobs and asked you to make up stories about them. And you didn’t get to go home again until, gosh, junior year of High School.
May 21, 2013 — 11:04 pm
We call these guys the Light Brigade. Our property is bounded on one end by a stream (it’s actually a drainage ditch, but that sounds uglier than it is. Swans breed in it, dammit). When the sun falls on the far bank in the afternoon, ten or twenty lambs go tear-assing down the bank bomb-be-de-bomb-be-de-bomb-be-de. Then, about ten seconds later, they come tear-assing back up again. Hours at a time.
Lambovision. I took this picture from the comfort of my lawn chair, no fooling. Only, not today. Today sucked.
I just couldn’t leave everyone staring at a political Photoshop all weekend. The dawning realization that the government is run — literally, as Biden would say — by a bunch of union thugs is just too much to bear.
Lambs instead. Good weekend, everyone.
May 17, 2013 — 10:02 pm
After you stare at this a while, the mouths follow you when you move, all over the room. Word.
p.s. I think “the president said some words” is an aceism, but I can’t find it.
May 16, 2013 — 10:27 pm
I did a political ‘Shop tonight, but it sucked, so please enjoy some chicken porn instead.
Yes, there is another, empty nest box right next to this one. Chickens don’t care. They’re natural conservatives. (That’s poor Vita top left, with only her tail showing. The rest of her is buried somewhere under the other two pushy old birds).
I had another talk with a local chook breeder today. She’s had a good hatching this time. Possibilities we would be interested in include black, chocolate and lemon (my, that sounds delicious). It’ll be another month before they’re old enough to tell the girls from the boys and take them out from under the heat lamps. That’s the earliest we can bring a couple home.
Oooo, the anticipation…
May 15, 2013 — 11:03 pm
Oh, good. President Smartass reported for duty today. Where do we find these guys?
May 13, 2013 — 9:42 pm
So, the Benghazi hearings. This is one of those issues that make me feel like I have gone cracked, because nothing about it makes any damn sense.
• It looks like State systematically downgraded and denied security in Libya, even as diplomats in country pleaded for more. Why? When the call came for help, it was denied. Why? We’ve always beefed up security in the run up to September 11, but not in this hotbed of Islamism. Why not? (I’ve heard that byzantine thing about a plot to trade Stevens for the blind sheik. I don’t believe a word of it, but it is the only explanation that actually explains any of this screwiness).
• Our consulate was burned down and four Americans killed. An attack on a diplomatic compound is universally regarded as an act of war. So that stupid lie about it being a spontaneous riot, not a premeditated attack — why would that have been better? How was that helpful to the ass covering operation? The facility was still undergunned in a bad place and that was going to come out regardless.
• And really, MSM? Really? This thing is huge by any objective measure. You have the balls to call the investigation partisan? My, we’ve come a far piece down a dangerous road.
• Related: it’s tacky as shit to make Hillary’s presidential aspirations a part of this story. No doubt it’s going through her mind, but to write about the next election as though our biennial horse race is always a natural and important part of any major event is, ummm…excuse me: FOUR DEAD DIPLOMATS.
May 8, 2013 — 10:07 pm
So, happy birthday, Xul — you win the dick! You know what to do if you want it.
The rest of the Justice League, assemble here Friday, 6pm sharp.
Dead Pool Round Fifty!
— 9:50 am