Tuesday, August 30, 2016

There is a special place in hell for these people

I feel like absolute shit today. It usually happens when I end a huge project (turned in final assignment for Tech Writing Policy and Procedures on Saturday, ended with a 4.2 out of 4.0). My body just gives up. Then we've had over 3 inches of rain in the last two days. Walked Max in the rain last night and came home soaked; walked him tonight, not raining, but standing water everywhere so like walking through cranberry bogs. Changed clothes 4 times, socks and shoes twice, and my thick hair hasn't been dry since Sunday. Running a fever, throat on fire, head exploding, and we won't discuss the intestinal disturbances. So yeah, shit.

And then a reader sends me this. It hurts so much to look at, but I can't look away. I hate people.

And yet, if you put your hand over the left half, there is a new pattern that works.

It'll be the Brittney-pocalypse

Well, they had a good run.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

I learned how to fight a long, long time ago

Not my fucking job: Foreign Edition

Good question

Is Sam Christian Hyman Kerodin and his wife Holly?!

The reporters of the St. Maries Gazette-Record can't find
a trace of them in Benewah County.

A private investigator couldn't find a current legal address.

My lawyer, who'd love to depose both of them,
can't seem to locate a current phone number or address.

But Sam seemed to think it was a good thing to publish my
name and hometown on his blog for his three readers.

Wish I could return the favor.

And some things stay the same

There has been much said, and most of it was comprised into one handy post by wirecutter a few days ago, about Kerodin's antics. Antics is really to cutesy a word, but it's what came into my head. The one thing I wanted to point out was the difference between Kerodin and his bootlickers and wirecutter, Wisco, George Patton, and JC Dodge as well as the rest of you. The Kerodin camp can't call themselves honorable in any way shape or form. Go down the list, mark off all the traits you personally embrace and put X's next to those you know they have repeatedly shunned.

Stunning difference, huh? The most glaring difference is in the treatment of women. To my knowledge, other than calling Holly Kerodin "Nervous", not one  has attacked her verbally in the way that Kerodin and his lackeys have attacked the wives and female friends of Patriots, myself included.
The despicable names and insinuations made about Miss Lisa, Mason Dixon Vixen, and myself continue to spew forth out of their vile mouths like sewage from an overloaded Port-a-Potty. They truly have no shame, and no sense of honor. You know without a shadow of a doubt, that they'd fight like cowards and hide behind women and children to save their own skins. In the days of our Founding Fathers, they would have been called out to the Green for a duel of honor; but rest assured, Kerodin and his ilk would have been the type to draw and shoot you in the back as you turned to pace off. Cowards and scum.

But really, and now I'm talking to the ladies here, what must go through Holly's mind when she knows how low and indefensible her "man's" words and actions are? How would you feel if you heard your husband or boyfriend spew the kind of vile vitriol that K does about good and true women? How disgusted would you be? And really, what does that say about Holly that she not only tolerates that kind of disgusting behavior from her "man", but she condones it? I know, if I heard my husband attack another woman with the kind of filth he's thrown at Miss Lisa and MDVixen, his ass would be in the doghouse until he issued an apology. Someone who can thoroughly disrespect a woman he doesn't know can't have much respect for women in general. 

So, next time you see Kerodin and his buddies make hateful statements about women, just understand that they are honor challenged. They don't have a clue about how to be a True Man; and they don't have Good Women like Miss Lisa and MDVixen to back them and hold them to higher values of Honor and Chivalry.

Pity them. And know that they are truly grateful the Art of Dueling died long ago.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

That's why I go with the low rider's heel

Sorry, Louisiana, Obama's just not that into you

There's always a loophole

In response to BLM leader Tef Poe

Dear "young niggas",

Just so you know, white people are well armed and have plenty of ammo. And while we've been quiet these last eight years of racial extremism and division, make no mistake, when we are threatened, we will rain Hell down on you and everyone with you. Blood may flow and bodies may drop, but I guarantee it will be more of yours than ours.We will protect our families, friends, neighborhoods.


Fed up with your shit

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

For readers who haven't figured me out

The Evolution of Government Bureaucracy

We have only the Dems to blame

I've said it before, I'll say it again, Liberalism is ruining Man. Manliness. Masculinity. And now there is scientific proof that men are less, well, manly. I am so grateful to those men who are hanging in there and teaching the next generation. Keep the flame alive. Because no one wants to see a world of THIS:

Every generation argues that the ones coming after it are less than worthless. As a Gen Xer, I sure heard plenty from the Baby Boomers about how we were going to be the death of America: we were lazy slackers with no prospects for the future, etc.
Millennials hear the same stuff, to be sure. However, science now backs their parents up:
If today's men think that all those video games are helping them maintain optimal hand strength, they'd better think again.
In a series of studies testing grip and pinch strength, researchers report in the Journal of Hand Therapy that among the 237 healthy millennials studied between the ages of 20 and 34, men today are significantly weaker than their counterparts of the '80s.
Specifically, men could squeeze with 120 pounds of force in 1985 and only 95 today, reports Today.com. The strength of women dropped off, too, but not as substantially.

I'm really not sure how to feel about this

On the one hand, it's badass.
On the other hand, I want to see him hit a rock.

The birth of extreme wheelchair sports


Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Fair Warning

We also know how to field dress a carcass.

Wirecutter Wasted

He didn't even notice her titties were on the other side.

Considering who we are

We're going to modify this a bit. See, if it was today, it would be A, this week? B. Month, C. Year, probably C sliding into D (Trashed). Lifetime? E. Death by alcohol poisoning. So, where are you?

Okay, now you have my interest