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.
Betsy has been reading many of the same books I have been reading. She likes Jean Edward Smith's new bio of Marshall. OK, will do.
Scientific proof that Cheney did 9-11. Attack Machine video.
The Salon Blog Reporthas been reading and linking us lately. Much appreciated.
Taunting the Thought Police: A few non-PC but typical man-on-the-street comments via Tim Blair, who is awaiting the arrival of the Thought Police as we speak.
Photo:Theo stopped by to take a photo of one our our Maggie's Farm milkmaids wearing traditional Vermont barn clothing. When the gals head down to the cow barn at 4 AM in the summertime, they like to dress comfortably but elegantly. They need the gloves so they don't get calluses, and the heels keep them above the cowpies. The straps are, of course, a delicate female version of red suspenders.
I also notice the winsome Vermont lass has the quite essential fly swishing tassles appended to her breastal protectors (thanks Clift Claven) .. Vermonters are known for their inventivness, practicality and perkiness.
A little known fact of this particular lass is that she played a major part in the local lads erection ...of the barn.
Il n'y a rien plus beau que la forme femelle d'un jeune serré bodied la femelle. Le venus de Mons et les seins gais élevés que je peux penser à rien qui inspire. Ne le convenez-vous pas vous obtient-vous jailli ?
Le respect le plus fin,
Habu, amoureux des femelles
Habu, Art Connoisseur
If that's art, what is NJ's commentary?
I was going to ask what the breastal protectors were for. Do they keep the cow's attention so it can be milked?
oh well.... I'm weeping from laffin'.... I'll check out the links later. ha ha ha.....
Breastal protectors first appeared in the tropical rainforest of Borneo. The Borneoan women, long knwn for their very sensitive breastal regions found running through the vine laced jungle to be a source of great breastal discomfort.
Soon the more endowed Borneoan femmes began to take the available Xanthan gum and use it to apply circular breastal "shields.
At night the shields were easily removes and the gum removed in what became known as the "Ritual of the xanthan gum removal" which entailed a sapphic quality.
Cotemporaneous to this the males of Borneo, known as Barneaderthals discovered that if the shelth themselves then the pain of running through the nettles and undergrowth.
The xanthan gum removal ritual however presented a challenge fo rthe Barneanderthals for the quickly enlisted the help of the tribal femmes, who were of course well versed in removing the gum.
And by noon every day it is time for fun at the beach. Vermont farmers should never work under the hot afternoon sun.
FRISBEE IS TURNING SEVENTY
The Pluto Platter is 70 years old. The what? You know it better by another name, Frisbee. The very first flying platter was the lid from a popcorn tin. Fred Morrison and another guest at a Thanksgiving picnic in 1937 made up a new type of game of catch. Years passed, Fred Morrison and Warren Franscioni invented an improved plastic flying disc, the Pluto Platter, about 1955. Wham-O, in 1957, bought the rights to the Pluto Platter toy. It was a perfect toy for the era of UFO and flying saucer sightings. Eventually, Wham-O wanted to broaden its appeal and started looking for a new name for the toy. The company heard about students at Yale tossing a Frisbie Baking Company tin pan from the nearby Bridgeport, Connecticut company and decided “Frisbee” was to be the game’s new name.