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Is today Earth Day?

I feel happyyyy …

According to Last Of The Few – http://thelastofthefew.blogspot.com/2008/04/patriots-day.html

– today is Patriots Day.

I am not clear on whether its a Brit holiday or a ‘Merican one. But why unnecessarily complicate things with the facts?

I feel happyyyyyy…

Probably an American thing. Patriot is a dirty word here.

American. It originally celebrated the Battles of Lexington and Concord on April 19, but now it’s just the third Monday in April.

It’s a Massachusetts thing. The Boston Marathon is run on Monday. I used to get the day off 🙁

Waaaaaait a second! That’s the second time McGoo has declared himself not merely happy, but happyyyyyyy.

What gives, McGoo? You didn’t find my stash, did you?

Naaa. I found that a long time ago. You weren’t saving it for anything special, were you?

I’m happyyyyy because A)I’ve decided on a course of action vis-a-vis the S-MO property – and B) I can’t get that line from Monty Python & Grail out of my head: the old guy they put on the “dead” cart (“Bring out your dead!”), that says, “I’m not dead yet. I think I’ll go for a walk now. I feel happyyyyy…”

I figured that it was once an important holiday, and – Liberals being what they are – they obscured its meaning and then perverted it with this “Earth day” crap.

Ya know – Liberalism is just flat-out a disease, isn’t it? It taints or perverts everything it touches.

If only there was a cure…other than euthanasia, I mean.

McGoo, you old tease…what ARE you going to do about the S-Mo property?

Probably an American thing. Patriot is a dirty word here.

“Patriot” is a dirty word in the US, too, if you listen to all the self-loathing liberal twits out there who feel that if you are a WASP then you are personally responsible for every wrong since the beginning of the country and suspect the gov’t of being totally untrustworthy for all the wrong reasons.

How else could you get rid of the Pledge of Allegiance?

I’m gonna buy it, Weaz! I’m gonna see if the seller will squeak down a little bit further Monday morning, and if they don’t then I’m gonna accept their last counter-offer and admit that they beat me at the bargaining table. Screw this crap. I’m tired of looking and I doubt I’ll find a better deal anywhere. besides – their price is fair: I’m just pushy. It’s my Asshole Nature, y’know.

Well, every once in a while an asshole gets out-assholed. It comes with the territory. I’d like to meet the seller. Bet he (or she)’s a real Rectum Magnifico.

Well, I didn’t mean to kill the thread.

Here. Play the Asshole Song by Dennis Leary:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKw9RHd9YAo

Y’know – I just love it when they’re singing the refrain “I’m an asshole!”

If only there was a cure…other than euthanasia, I mean.

Well, the libs are all for abortion. Who is to say that you can’t have postpartum abortions for angry libs.

They should make ’em retroactive.

On the subject…

I like Eddiebear’s quote in the comments on this. Didn’t realize that Regan had summed up in one sentence what it took me quite some time to state.

-Good luck on that property too McGoo. It looks like a really great opportunity.

Who said possums weren’t cute?

http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2343/2427932179_0184e320f1_o.jpg

Ewww! I did! That’s just a marsupial rat with a bow on its head.

The Hostages have a coon.

Oh my, that is hilarious. Devious little boogers with the all too human-like hands.

I thought you liked rats?
http://tinyurl.com/4aqezo

Oh, yes…I DO like rats. But those tails. Those horrible tails. Those horrible, naked, scaley tails.

There was a distinct coolness on the transatlantic wires when Uncle Badger returned from a trip to his local gunsmith last week, armed with a brand new .22 air rat-smasher.

Yes, I’m afraid Badger House has a lat plobrem (in the garden, I should add – the only problem inside is lazy badgers).

I’m not a great fan of killing small, furry animals, but already this year I must have offed several dozen mice and I really don’t like having rats around so…

The conversation went like this:

UB: ‘OK, so the rifle and sights are fine. What do you reckon for getting my eye back in?”

Stocky man with dodgy accent: ‘Yeah well, these’ll be fine for targets. But… hahaha… when you want to Do The Business…” (hands over small box of nasty looking plastic-sleeved killing stuff)

UB : ‘Ooooh! We are in a re-make of Lock, Stock and Three Smoking Barrels! I can do this! I know that look!’

Rats of Badger House, be warned. When ye Miftreff of ye Houfe doth go to towne upon ye infernal Weasel bicycle to partake of manuscriptes in ye librarium, Uncle Badger has got a gun.

And he is going to use it!

We’re mean that way, us badgers.

Take ’em out a whole ‘nother door, Badge! Kill ’em all and let Allah sort ’em out! Sounds like the Stocky Man set you up with the Good Stuff.

I had gophers in AZ for a while. I took great pleasure in blowing them up – one at a time. It was an outstanding exercise in patience and stealth.

You might try blowing them up just for a change of pace. It’ll also secure & maintain your reputation in the neighborhood as being a bit daft – always a good thing.

Makes me glad that all I have to deal with is my legion of lizards.

I am reading random stuff by British authors, and am getting a hankerin’ for fish ‘n’ chips.

I figure as long as I don’t crave fruitcake or a chip butty, I’m ok.

I know what you mean, Mrs. Peel. I on occasion re-read James Clavell’s ‘Shogun’ – and have an overwhelming urge to subsist on rice and tuna while I’m reading it.

I read Jane Austen and have an overwhelming desire to have hired help.

Weasel, I am with you on those tails. Too much resemblance to worms. I hate worms.

Reading British literature is not bad.

Eating their food is. Why do you think that a true brit eats more curry than anything else?

-Kidney pie anyone?

I dunno. A Full English, Roast Beef and Yorkshire Pudding, Fish and Chips are giants amongst men. And don’t get me started on cheese…

Will a BB gun actually do any damage to a rat? I used to know this kid whose family owned a farm when we were kids, and we decided – as you do – to murder a pigeon one day. After about 50 pellets from an air rifle it decided it was injured enough to fall off the rafter it’d been sat on whilst we shot it. But by that time we’d run out of pellets so we had to step on it to put it out of its misery.

Gibby – the weapon Badger is talking about is a Euro air-rifle (I think), not a Daisy. They use pellets or darts(?) and really thump out the horsepower and are waaaay more accurate. Ain’t exactly cheap, either.

But it’s a pity I can’t loan Badger my Rugar MkII .22 target pistol with the bull barrel, scope, and “attachment” that makes it real quiet. One shot, one kill.

…and I would kill for some Roast Beef w/Yorkshire Pudding right now!

Oh, yes, Gibby. Trust me – a .22 air rifle will take out a rat or a runny babbit as long as you get a decent shot.

And McGoo? You’re a tease 😉