We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
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Monday, June 18. 2007
A cheap MRI. "I am not going to pay a lot for this MRI." Weekly Standard
Putin is a martial artist. Never Yet melted. Not surprised.
Is The Guardian obstuse about Hamas? Hatemonger. I cannot be that charitable: They are propagandizers for Hamas.
Beware of government as the last action hero. Mark Steyn
Was Scooter Libby a surrogate defendant? A scapegoat for Armitage?
Is Universal Health Care just a Trojan Horse for greater control? Coyote
The US: The cause of all problems on the earth. Driscoll
The joke that the UN has become, plus a very funny comment - really a series of comments -from Donald Trump about UN incompetence.
From a piece at Dinocrat:
Photo: a sexy 1958 Ford Model N
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That '58 Ford Model N looks damn racy. It's lines are clean and she looks almost too good to get dirty.
Cut my teeth on a Farmall Cub. Cub it may have been but when you bond with a hand crank machine she's got ya fer life. I guess it's akin to CPR. Yep, I'm a machine fella and tractors are darn nice machines.
First thang dun run in my brain was how much dat darn thing look like the Shoji screen to my Tai Chi/Meditation room.
Got two questions?
Will it help my dry cleaner from bust'n the buttons on my shirts?
Will it be here in time for Big Brother to know exactly where I am all the time?
I remember when the graffitti read "Clapton is God"...well now it's "Steyn is God" ...I mean the man nails topic after topic.
"In such a world, let us salute a far rarer politician than Nanny Bloomberg: "What is at risk is not the climate but freedom," said the Czech president Vaclav Klaus this week. "I see the biggest threat to freedom, democracy, the market economy and prosperity now in ambitious environmentalism, not in communism. This ideology wants to replace the free and spontaneous evolution of mankind by a sort of central (now global)"
Hayek said it in "The Road to Derfdom"
"I see the biggest threat to freedom, democracy, the market economy and prosperity now in ambitious environmentalism, not in communism. This ideology wants to replace the free and spontaneous evolution of mankind by a sort of central (now global)"
Worth the repitition.
Dear folks if you want to have a good laugh copy paste this:
Your lithium, dude. Don't forget your lithium.
I just think everybody else went to work or something...for a while I ws pitching a shutout but someone stuck in a comment and there went the shutout.
When I say "there went the shutout", exactly where did it go?
It went the same place desire goes after you've been married a while.
Trump's speech is a hoot. One simple declarative sentence after another, and each one renders the listener smaller and smaller til they're gone. Where do they go, Habu?
Oh, I know....Down the yellow brick road of guilt and greed to hell. But you know those people don't care. Anyway, good for Trump.
I don't understand Tractor Luv. I don't luv my tractor much. Once I took an Adderall (methamphetamine) and mowed and I really luved my tractor that time. I even luved the grass. And the branches on the trees. And the sky. I had so much luv in me, there wasn't room for sexy.
Neighbor: "Hey, Phoenix, would you mow MY grass, too?"
Phoenix, grinning over sound of tracor @ 3000 RPM in 1st gear, "Yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah--youbetyoubetyoubet--innaminuteinnaminuteinnaminute!"
Mark me down as a Trump fan, too. Entertaining, and he moves things around, keeps many folks gainfully employed. And he ain't a professional pol, either.
No more amphetamines to mow. I didn't like feeling that good and wondering why everyone was not out on their tractors.
I did have on some cool tunes on my iPod and I didn't want to turn them off because, don't you know, they were the greatest, so I rode the tractor up and down my driveway a hunnert times to blow the grass off.
I took speed when I drove to Charleston as I'd drive all night. I had to consciously say to myself as I walked towards a rest stop: Now don't talk to anyone. Within minutes I know they be lookin' at me thinkin' - 'That bitch is on speed.' I did make real good friends with a skinny guy running an all-night gas station where I stopped for coffee. He spent a lot of time explaining all eight kinds of coffee they hard. I was so damn interested, I talked about each one with him. Then I drove away and thought: "That nerd was on speed."
yeh--it's crazy stuff. My sisters climbed all over me, back when we lost mom, to go see this great doc they knew in their circles who was getting people off cigarets. So I goes to see him while in town (this was three-four years ago), and he gives me the tests, tells me i smoke because I have bad case of ADD, and here take these adderols and see how they work. So I comes back home with the script, and a week later I haven't slept but have sorted out the tool shed, alphabetized the spare parts & nuts & bolts, sanded & painted everything metal or wood, greased bearings from tractor to wheelbarrows, invented a new filing system, translated a couple Vonneguts into Spanish, memorized the script from "Lonesome Dove", done pushups & situps until I moved like Quasimodo, and, I really really wanted a smoke and some rest. So that was that with me & ADD meds. Marloboros are FAR more restful. And docs are for broken bones.
That's funny, the both of you. Common sense from Donald, couldn't be any clearer, but it won't make any difference. I hate my money going too those corrupt b******s.
HAHAHA............ I'm crying.......hahahaha..... I've been there and it's great until you realize it ain't. hahaahaaaaaaaaa....
I had a fight with one of my mother's doctors on one trip, and for ten hours that fight looped through my brain. It wasn't like I modified it into 'what if I'd said this..' I just kept the exact conversation replaying on a killer loop. THAT time, instead of passing every vehicle on the Interstate and waving in the deep dark night with the most pleasant road bon homie, I felt like taking out a bludgeon and busting their winders.
I was like... 'pleeeeeease... someone stop this loop'......The scary part - my brain could not stop the loop, and at the same time, it was as if my brain liked it. I convinced myself, "I think; therefore, I am." I am nuts. Shew, coming down never felt so good.
LOL--yes, what else but 'speed' could let you spend ten hours having the same 5 second thought? Well, the stuff was developed as a photo-processing chemical--turning negatives into positives--so everything about it is bass-ackwards, inside-out thru the looking glass sh*t. Some brains I guess accept the medicinal aspect, other brains should just say no. Or, God, NO!