Sunday, September 29, 2013

Norman Reedus: "Give me Liberty, or give me Death"

Ann Barnhardt's recitation of this famous Patrick Henry speech is still my favorite. But this is a very close second. Must be the hormones. ~yum~ I'll be in my bunk.

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Friday, September 27, 2013

Wonder if they have a Waffle House?

This is why...

Democrats want us to pay for their birth control.

Blonde Jokes

We, at the end of  the first week of Fall, are under a Severe Weather Watch, soon to be warning. Torrential rain (around here that's anything more than 10 raindrops a minute), hail, gutsy winds and a possibility of small tornado outbreak possible. This is from our adorable, perky little "meteorologist" who, I kid you not, repeatedly warns us against "gutsy winds". Yes folks, she's a blonde.

At the speed of ....

Thursday, September 26, 2013

When REAL men wore skinny jeans

Obamacare attack on married couples

Sara posted this on her Facebook, and it just struck me as "Yeah, figures." I don't get overheated anymore; no more disbelief, shock or revulsion, just an acceptance the the end (or more precisely the beginning of restoration) is coming on pretty damn fast.

One bizarre feature of the Senate-passed health care bill is its pervasive bias against marriage. Under the bill, couples would face massive financial penalties if they marry or remain married. Conversely, couples who cohabit without marriage are given highly preferential financial treatment. If the Senate bill becomes law, saying “I do” would cost some couples over $10,000 per year.[1]

Most people feel that marriage is a healthful institution that society should encourage and strengthen. Inexplicably, the Senate health care bill takes the opposite approach. At nearly all age and income levels, the bill profoundly discriminates against married couples, providing far less support to a husband and wife than to a cohabiting couple with the same income. If the bill is enacted, married couples across America will be taxed to provide discriminatory benefits to couples who cohabit, divorce, or never marry.

Totally Awesome Bacon Breakfast Cupcakes

I found this again on Facebook and thought, oh hell yeah, portable breakfast! Grab yourself a fistful of those bad boys, your travel coffee mug, keys?check, phone?check, glasses?check, by this time you've eaten the cupcakes in your hand, so you go back for another couple and while you're doing that, you set down your keys/glasses/phone and spend another 10 minutes looking for them while munching on the two cupcakes you picked up, so you have to pick up another couple, realize you're going to be late...  you're welcome.

1 bag (20 oz.) refrigerated shredded hash brown potatoes
2 tablespoons vegetable oil
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon pepper
6 eggs
2 tablespoons milk
1 cup crumbled crisply cooked bacon  (1 cup?! WTF?! Let 'er rip, boys and girls)
3/4 cup shredded Cheddar cheese
3 oz. Sriracha sauce

Heat oven to 400°F. Place foil liner in each of 12 regular-size muffin cups. Generously spray with cooking spray. In large bowl, mix potatoes, oil, salt and pepper. Divide evenly among cups; press lightly. Bake 45 to 55 minutes or until golden brown. In medium bowl, beat eggs and milk. Stir in bacon and cheese. Firmly press potatoes in muffin cups with bottom of 1/4-cup dry measuring cup. Top each with slightly less than 1/4 cup egg mixture. Bake 13 to 16 minutes or until knife inserted in center of egg comes out clean. Cool 5 minutes. Serve with sauce.
I'm going to experiment with making these the night before, or at least the potato cup portion, then add the eggs and bacon the morning. One hour and 15 minutes is about one hour too long for my crew to wait and I'm sooooo not getting up at 4 am to make breakfast.

Fucking with TOTUS*

*Teleprompter of the United States

Getting back in the saddle

We had a wee bit of a family emergency yesterday, and the Teen Queen is home this morning light one appendix. Neither one of us slept last night in the hospital, so now that the Baby Queen is happily seated on her throne at the local high school, and TQ is snuggled down in her own bed, I can hear mine calling me. Laters.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

To the small and disreputable minority

For those of you who can't read that tiny shit:

"The fact is that the average man's love of liberty is nine-tenths imaginary, exactly like his love of sense, justice and truth. He is not actually happy when free; he is uncomfortable, a bit alarmed, and intolerably lonely. Liberty is not a thing for the great masses of men. It is the exclusive possession of a small and disreputable minority, like knowledge, courage and honor. It takes a special sort of man to understand and enjoy liberty ~ and he is usually an outlaw in democratic societies."
~H.L. Mencken

Sen. Ted Cruz Rides Again!

Catch the live feed of his Obamacare filibuster on the Senate floor. And call your damn Senators and let them know that a wrong vote will end their political careers. We've had enough!

WiscoDave's PatCon AAR

Sorry this took a few days. I also suck as a bard...
I would consider the recent PatCon that was held on my farm to be a success. It was meant to be a simple meet, greet and eat affair and that was accomplished. Faces have been put to commenter names. Email addresses have been exchanged and hopefully the relationships formed will continue to grow.

Nic and his family arrived Friday evening and set up camp. I picked Catfish up from the train station and got him settled in the house.

Saturday Catfish worked on the CD3WD project while Nic and I set up tables, chairs and gathered firewood. Nic's daughters learned the patient art of stalking and capturing barn kittens.

III started arriving at 1230 and pretty much were all there by 130. Chairs around the fire pit allowed for conversation. I will admit that I was not able to talk and listen as much as I would have liked because I was moving back and forth between the house, fire pit and barnyard doing "host stuff." Others would be far better at describing the conversations that took place than I would be.

The food was delicious! Catfish grilled the brats and burgers to perfection and the dishes that were brought to pass were all masterpieces! Tom's chicken wings were so good my wife asked for the recipe. I do not think anything could have been better or more perfect.

Doc Scheffler offered a set of F/B plates for a raffle. $5 a person was collected with the winner getting the plate and the cash to spend at Main Gun. Nic won the raffle.

Brian had graciously brought a Tavor magazine to also raffle (it fits AR platform 5.56/.223 rifles) and Tom won that.

All in all a small group of Patriots met, sharing a meal and conversation.
Friendships were made, support offered and taken.
The foundation has been laid. Now the building starts.
Dave Dietz
Sunny Hill Farm
Locked and Loaded With Bacon Wrapped Rounds

God Bless America!

In God We Trust


Monday, September 23, 2013

More scientific proof that redheads may be vampires

Lack of sunlight, meaning only up and about at night, now bare that gorgeous neck and let me nibble.

Photo by Google Images

It's not paranoia when it's really happening

I'm ready to battle

We got the third denial of the Teen Queen's application for SSI today. Actually, our lawyer got it and he called me with the happy news. We go to court in October; I'm a little leary of lawyers, necessary evil and all that, but this guy was GIDDY. As he told me that, after he won the case, the government would pay TQ's claim back to her birthday (5 months), medical and pharmaceutical expenses we paid out of pocket, his lawyer fees and court costs. He was giggling by the end of the phone call. Scary and awesome all at the same time. I'm just happy to have someone standing with me to fight this battle, it gets tiring fighting alone.

In the Top 10

Reasons to homeschool:

How far is the state's reach? How about your property? Your yard? Your home?

Virginia City, VA student may be expelled for the rest of the year for playing with a toy gun. Before school. Before entering the bus. While standing in his own yard. How much of this shit is going on that we don't hear about? How much of this is just being quietly tolerated by sheeple raised to believe the schools know best? The government knows best? Sheesh, people, we've got some decisions to make. When do we stop trying to awaken the masses and start fighting back?

If you are thinking about homeschooling but don't know where to start, just send me a quick note. There are quite a few Patriots on these blogs who are doing it and can give some good tips. I'm home all day, I can research rules and options for your particular state. I will do anything possible to help you get started.

Oh no! Nature! Get it off!

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Somebody has way too much time

For stevierayv

The photobomb of all photobombs

Sunday best bacon taters

This is a slow-cooker recipe, but if you want to do it in the oven, 400 degrees for an hour in a 9x13 baking pan covered.


1 pound bacon, diced
2 medium onions, thinly sliced
4 medium potatoes, thinly sliced
1/2 pound cheddar cheese, grated
salt and pepper
Green Onions (optional)


1. Line crockpot with foil, leaving enough to cover the potatoes when finished.

2. Layer half each of the bacon, onions, potatoes and cheese in crockpot. Season to taste and dot with butter.

3. Repeat layers of bacon, onions, potatoes and cheese. Dot with butter.

4. Cover with remaining foil.

5. Cover and cook on low for 10-12 hours

When the pawns have had enough

Wee Mr. Finn Dempsey needs some help

This tugs at my mom's heart. When the Baby Queen was born, she took an alternate path.....through the wall of my uterus. Fortunately for us, we were steps away from the premier high risk birth surgical room. In under 6 minutes, they had me splayed open like a biology class frog and BQ out; during the process, we both almost bled out. I received 8 units whole blood through a direct line in my jugular, BQ was transfused through her umbilical cord. My wee lass came into the world full-term, 9 lbs 8 oz, and 22 inches long, but with a buttload of problems due to blood loss, etc., so she landed in NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit) next to several tiny vulnerable preemies. We were there for only nine days, but during that time met some amazing parents who had been there with their little guys and gals for weeks. We learned more about faith, courage, and family in that short time. And we learned that when the cards are stacked against them and the families are strained to the breaking point, the toughest fighters are the wee ones.

This request comes from fellow blogger, Mohave Rat, whose dear friend welcomed young Mr. Finn Dempsey into the world a bit too early. This little scrapper came in at 28 weeks old and 2 pounds 5 ounces (that's less than 25% of BQ's weight). He's got some heart problems that will require surgery when he's a little older, health permitting. You can get the full story at Finn Dempsey's site HERE.

Any help you can offer would be most appreciated.  But also prayers. Lots and lots of prayers. I can't tell you how many times I heard families talk about being at their lowest points and feeling the power of prayer and faith lift them and carry them until they could stand on their own again.

Mr. Finn Dempsey, hang in there, you and your family are in my prayers from now until you get to go home.

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Must. Try. This.

Haven't heard from Angel eyes in a while

and for some reason, this reminded me of him.

Oh, snap!

Well, that's shitty

You know you don't live in a free country when the government controls your toilet paper. Venezuela, rich in oil, lacking necessities. Government run.

Only 95 more days to Christmas

I think these rock, I just wonder how many boxes of ammo can Santa fit in one?

All right, dudes and dudettes,
this is the only place I've found them for sale:

I'm not convinced the Greeks were wrong

Gone fishing....

Be back later, much much much later....

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Why can't I come up with these things?

I've been wracking my brain, trying to figure out
how to become independently wealthy,
and here it is...

Nothing else needs to be said

Geena Davis Archery Tricks

There are some actors whose politics are so radical and they are so vocal about it, that it's too distracting. I simply won't watch them. But there's something likeable about Geena Davis that allows me to set aside her progressive politics and just enjoy. As a former student athlete, I appreciate her advocacy for girls' sports (collective groan from the men). I really admire her archery skills. Having tried the bow and arrow route, I can tell you it takes A LOT OF PRACTICE AND FOCUS. And then she pulls out a pistol....have no idea if it's a prop or if she carries. Couldn't find any info on that.

This was sent in by Greg, and it's pretty impressive. Take a look.

Arrrrr... how ye be about pickin' up wenches

Top Ten Pickup lines for use on International Talk Like a Pirate Day

(We came up with these in an effort to interest The Other Dave (Letterman) in TLAPD. His staff liked 'em, but alas, his show was"dark" the week of Sept. 19.)

10 . Avast, me proud beauty! Wanna know why my Roger is so Jolly?
9. Have ya ever met a man with a real yardarm?
8. Come on up and see me urchins.
7. Yes, that is a hornpipe in my pocket and I am happy to see you.
6. I'd love to drop anchor in your lagoon.
5. Pardon me, but would ya mind if I fired me cannon through your porthole?
4. How'd you like to scrape the barnacles off of me rudder?
3. Ya know, darlin’, I’m 97 percent chum free.
2. Well blow me down?

And the number one pickup line for use on International Talk Like a Pirate Day is …

1. Prepare to be boarded.

Bonus pickup lines (when the ones above don't work, as they often won't)

They don’t call me Long John because my head is so big.
You’re drinking a Salty Dog? How’d you like to try the real thing?
Wanna shiver me timbers?
I’ve sailed the seven seas, and you’re the sleekest schooner I’ve ever sighted.
Brwaack! Polly want a cracker? … Oh, wait. That’s for Talk Like a PARROT Day.
That’s the finest pirate booty I’ve ever laid eyes on.
Let's get together and haul some keel.
That’s some treasure chest you’ve got there.

Top Ten Pickup Lines for the Lady Pirates

By popular demand ...

10. What are YOU doing here?
9. Is that a belayin' pin in yer britches, or are ye ... (this one is never completed)
8. Come show me how ye bury yer treasure, lad!
7. So, tell me, why do they call ye, "Cap'n Feathersword?"
6. That's quite a cutlass ye got thar, what ye need is a good scabbard!
5. Aye, I guarantee ye, I've had a twenty percent decrease in me "lice ratio!"
4. I've crushed seventeen men's skulls between me thighs!
3. C'mon, lad, shiver me timbers!

...and the number one Female Pirate Pick-up Line:

1. You. Pants Off. Now!

h/t to Disembowlin' Izzy Bonny of FL

Proof that I was once cute and innocent

Walking through the main hall of my folks' house is like walking through a time warp. There are pics of my brother and me from infancy through adulthood, our spouses, our kids. There are family pics showing the progress of a very young Poppy and Grandma and their babies to very wizened grandparents with their grandbabies and great grands. You get to the end of the hall a little dizzy.

This is my first baby picture, age 6 months. Mom said I came out grinning and laughing and haven't stopped. They want to know what I'm on.

And that handsome man is Poppy, mom (who I look like and sound like), Bubba and me, mouth open again, I think I was a year old there.

Happy Talk Like a Pirate Day!


Arrrr, it be Talk Like a Pirate Day, me mateys. No one will be allowed to comment on this post unless he or she be talking like a pirate. And thanks to Terry from FL, ye'll all be posting with yer new pirate names.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Ever so slightly tipsy posting

Oh yeah, it's been a while. Chardonnay! Whoo-hoo! Dancing nekkid in the living room to "Panama" by Van Halen, and generally letting my hair down. I am sooooo going to pay for this tomorrow.