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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Saturday, January 27. 2007
Why the dude photo? Opie complained that we never show any eye candy for the gals. So here's a photo of me, in my side job. Yes, I do work out. No, there is not a wad of kleenex in those shorts. And I am straight. And no, you cannot have my phone number.
Hollywood loved Bill, but they do not seem to love Hillary. Not their type. Heck, that's in her favor, but she is not for me.
Does Mormonism bother you? Not me. RWNH. Romney is OK with me.
Where would we be without government's help? Spain decrees fashion sizes. Althouse. Hahahaha. It's not a joke.
Journalism is a dying trade. Not at Maggie's Farm, but we don't get paid. No benefits, either, other than world-wide fame. On the other hand, we rely on journalists, but we take them with a tablespoon-full of salt. We prefer Michael Yon and his ilk, the volunteers.
Going after the Iranian govt. About time. Jawa. Get those "special forces" on the job. No contest.
Mountain lion attack. A tough lady. Cao. Everybody is on this cool story.
The heartbreak of income inequality. Cowen (!) in the NYT. (via Instapundit - how does he do it, with a job? Well, he's a Prof, but still...)
The new UN scandal. What is the US doing with these scumbags?
Unions are still dying. No wonder they want the illegals. Eventually, the only unions will be government employees, which is truly ridiculous when you think about it. Anchor Rising
The gay sheep story, at the NYT. What was this all about, anyway?
Apaches in Baghdad. Iraq the Model. This so-called country is nuts.
Numerology gone wild, in Belgium. Is this satire? Brussels Journal.
A jet-powered turtle. Perfect.
You thought guns were illegal in Britain? Silly you. The crims have all the guns they want. Dust my Broom. The honest people have nothing. My solution: Arm the populace, and train them in handguns.
Winning elections. This quote is right, alas, from Neo-neo:
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That NYT article on 'income inequality' is rather intriguing. Not the content--it's well-known among non-NYT readers--but the fact that Nov 07 seems to've slightly altered the rag's editorial slant.
IOW, time to get off the "we're all doomed" bandwagon, and start telling a little truth.
Gotta love it--the Rule or Ruin party saying, ok, we'll quit ruining if you'll let us rule.
"All the News that Fits"
hey, no fair, that guy can still see his crotch. give it time, pal-ahaahahaha!
>My husband is a liar and a cheat. He has cheated on
>me from the
>beginning, and when I confront him he denies
>everything. What's worse,
>everyone knows he cheats on me. It is so
>humiliating! And since he lost
>his job seven years ago, he hasn't bothered to look
>for a new one. All
>he does is smoke cigars and cruise around with his
>buddies shooting the
>bull while I have to work to pay the bills. Since
>our daughter went off
>to college he doesn't even pretend to like me, and
>he hints to his
>friends that I may be a lesbian.
>What can I do?
>Grow up and dump him! Good Grief, woman, you don't
>need him any more.
>You're a United States Senator from New York. Act
Cougar attacks & Blackbear attacks FIGHT BACK FURIOUSLY.
When hiking MAKE NOISE, CARRY a GUN.
Griz attack .44 magnum
Stephen Herrero, an expert on griz attacks studied every Griz attack of the last century. 50% of the people who fought back lived, 50% died .
Never go into the woods without a gun/rifle, never.
My wife and I have hiked hundreds of miles in grizzly bear country. She carries a .357 magnum and I a .44 magnum.
If we go to Yellowstone where guns are a no no we take them. Just pull them out of your baclpack after you leave the trailhead.
But above all make NOISE to warn away the critters.
Spent time in griz country on Montana.
Joke is: How can you tell a griz from a black bear?
The Griz is the one with the bear bells.
Noticed the sad news wrt your dog. My sympathies. My sweet, old girl (black Kellogg lab) died December 14, 2006. I thank God I was there with her.
I have reserved two sisters from a kennel in Austin, Texas. You might want to check out River Creek Labs: http://www.rivercreeklabs.net/litters.htm They have three males left - Pudge & Porter's litter, scroll down.
I am so sorry you've lost your dog. They ask so very little of us and treat us like kings, tails wagging, running and jumping...my sentiments are heartfelt to a great guy.
It's losing a pal.
Are dogs people, or are people dogs?
We have thus far done two dog obits on the blog. I think it helps pain to write. Helps me, anyway.
Thanks, folks--I should not have made such a big deal over mentioning a mere dog what with the western world in a steel-cage match with the forces of extinction, but I do appreciate the sentiments--and appreciate mucho the tip on the kennel. Dogs are man's best friend, of that there is no doubt--just lose one and you suddenly remember the old bromide.
Aside, one good thing with hiking in bear country with someone whom you can likely outrun (such as the missus), is that it is no longer necessary to be able to outrun the bear itself. Just outrunning your hiking partner will do.
"Mere" dog"! No such thing! Poor Buddy, I don't even know you, but I have been feeling sorry for you all week. Made me pay more attention to my beloved aging, sick retriever realizing that we can lose them any time...
It may sound really corny, but I have taught Sunday school for 27 years, and whenever I am trying to explain to little kids how to understand God's love, I ask them to think of my mush of a dog or the nicest other dog they know, and how much he loves people, good, bad, indifferent. Tell em how Hitler's dog loved him. How dogs may work and guard and hunt, etc. but mostly we love em because they first loved us. And that that is a clue to how God loves us...Not that GOd is a brainless, drooling idiot like my pooch, but that He loves, forgives, does not give up on us even when we behave appallingly, longs for us to come home to Him, wants us to take Him with us everywhere...here endeth today's sentimental sermon...I always lked that remark by Will Rogers (I think) about how "if dogs aren't allowed in Heaven, I want to go where they are..."
As far as the beefcake goes, I would rather see my beloved in a workshirt and jeans, sweaty from clearing brush with me, with enough scratches to show he isn't afraid of hard work...and leave a little something to the imagination. The model must be gay, because what kind of regular guy has a completely hairless chest?
You know Buddy, if you ain't puttn' a book together, you should be.
I would not trust a handgun however powerful in grizzly country. Now, a 12 gauge pump with 3 inch Brenneke slugs is ideal for Alaska fishing trips.
Though I understand having something less cumbersome and certainly a heavy handgun is that.
Traveling in groups, making noise, and observation is the ticket. Then a gun.
You're on a better course with the shotgun but they tend to scare the park rangers.
I was within a half hour of witnessing a Griz attack a fella.He killed the griz as it was mauliing the shit out of him...used a .44mag
A .44 magnum will kill a griz, but you'd better be quick, and good. Now your Alaskan brownies are bigger and the only reason you'd need the .44 is to blow your brains out before it gets to you.
But Buddy really has the old bromide. You only have to run faster than the other hiker and after you've pushed them over you're probably pretty safe..the you can turn and fire, or not, depending on the insurance involved, etc.
Always keep a cool head.
Luther, retriever is the writer--we oughtta work on her to get rolling as soon she has a free spell of time. Or you, Luther. I'm about to reread Eugene Sledge's "With the Old Breed" --it is that good, and I just bumped into my copy the other day, and marked it in my mind, 'time for old Sledge again'.
I'd never heard that Twain quote on dogs & heaven but it is just wonderful. But so is Twain, and so is his era of American sensibility.
Bears, skook, the "dirty harry" .44 magnum might be underweight if the thing is right on top of you, but that cannon oughtta save you if you have 50 feet and place the shots. At least, imho, having shot the thing (if only at non-charging & un-angry 55gal drums).
I got to thinking how callous I must have sounded to you, ie. sorry your dog is dead, here's where you might get a new one.
I apologize profusely if that's how I came off.
The name of my last dog was "Grace" because that's just how I felt about a dog's unconditional love, much like God's love for His creation, the gift of Grace, freely given.
Some of us are brought into this world to learn. I feel that the purpose of a dog is to teach.
How often I think I hear her, how often I think I should fill her empty bowls, how often I long for her grey nose under my elbow or her effusive joy at my return.
However, I have been blessed by the love of a pet and I intend to continue that blessing all of my life. I hope that you shall, too.
habu, never push over your hiking partner. It would gain you no more than 4 or 5 steps. Let them get up to speed and trip them. a ten step advantage, easy, maybe more, or roughly 100% gain over a standing 'push'.
Lesley, no, not at all, not in the least callous. To the contrary. I understand exactly what you are saying about remembered moments, and flickers of sight and sound in the corner of your eye and mind. I'm still hearing mine shake off every once in awhile and still absent-mindedly leaving a snack on my plate to hand over to the shadow a few paces off, dozing one-eye open waiting for it. "Unconditional" is the right word. Just a pure creation of comfort for the soul, a dog is, with that friendly face and that exuberant joy that you are nearby.
Retriever is the writer.
Never, it would cause nightmares. Shrinkwrapped with too many baggage tags.
I'd argue that, with anyone but Hemingway. Old Earnest, went out HIS way, the heming way.
"Bid Two-hearted River" was great. Short story--tough form--and available in full 'on the net'.
You're way modest B. I should read that Sledge book myself. Just difficult nowadays, with the distraction of these damn blog's :-) Hard too be up too date and learning lessons from the past all at the same time, not enough time in the day. And hell EH, nightmares can be mighty entertaining and educational as well!...and I always liked to travel.