The Lonely Libertarian

Monday, February 3, 2014

Monday cuteness

This is me in every single puddle since I learned how to walk.

Sunday, February 2, 2014

for a movie interlude on Netflix. I just can't watch the Broncos bloodbath, so I'm watching a different kind of bloodbath. "Osombie". Yep, Osama bin Laden emerges from his watery grave to build an army of zombies to carry out his evil bidding. So far, so good. At least they know to take head shots.

Obligatory Super Bowl post

Meh. I don't really have a dog in the hunt, I'd love to see Denver win. I think Seattle is young and brash and mouthy, and I just don't have the patience for those shenanigans. I've got the game on, but I'm not really watching. I did, however, watch/listen to the National Anthem; and I was pleasantly surprised. With past Star Spangled Disasters ringing disonantly in my ears, I was anxious to see what an opera singer could do. It wasn't soul stirring. I didn't get chills, but I also didn't want to bitch slap her. So I offer to you my choice of worst big stage anthem performance. Send me yours and I'll post 'em.

It's bad enough when they fuck up the melody,

just sing the damn notes as written,

but then to fuck up the lyrics...

I'll happily take winter

So now you know

Capitalism vs. Socialism, a Reagan Primer

WiscoDave and WC in the PB Spartan

Wisco sent this in to me, wc, so.....

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Patriot pulse

Needing clinical trial subjects

Is anyone else disturbed by the insinuation

and the fact that that's a man's arm?

Or a really hairy woman..

Thin Mint Ice Cream Pie

My folks came over for a nice visit today, and I decided to reward them with a pot of my famous white chicken chili. But I needed a few key items like chicken, and headed off to the store. As I approached the momvan with 4 bags of groceries (yes, I know, I just went for chicken), a strange woman approached me and thrust two boxes of Thin Mints into my hands. With a half-crazed look in her darting eyes, she begged, "Please, please take them....", and then hurried into a running pickup and drove off. I stood there staring after her, dumbfounded, with the two boxes of mom crack in my hands. It's okay, sister, I know. Been there, done that. Damn Girl Scouts.

Back home, mom and I got the chili started while Poppy and Jay watched The Emperor's New Groove and giggled; and I thoughtfully contemplated my bounty. Hide 'em for an orgy later? or share with the family? or let my inner chef out to play? Oh hell yeah, the chef came out. And now you have the Girl Scout Thin Mint Ice Cream Pie.

Take two sleeves of Thin Mints (frozen for easier crushing), and beat the hell out of them until fine crumbs. Everyone knows that broken cookies leak calories, so crushed cookies are practically health food. Mix with half a stick of unsalted butter (melted) until coated thoroughly. Press evenly into deep dish or spring form pan.

Take a gallon of your favorite minty ice cream. I'm partial to Blue Bell Mint Chocolate Chip, leave in fridge to soften while making the crust. Mix the softened ice cream with a tub of Cool Whip, folding until smooth and blended. Turn into pie crust, pressing into corners to assure no air pockets and smooth out evenly. Put in freezer covered to firm, at least an hour.

Garnish with crushed Thin Mints, chopped Andes mints, or spritz with Redi-whip (the Teen Queen's favorite). Sit pan in a shallow dish of warm water and use a knife moistened with warm water to help slicing and serving.

I didn't get any pics to publish, I was lucky I got a slice.

Just securing my trip to hell

They can't get us all

Fuck Government, part 2: Chloe's Cupcakes

Growing up, I had lemonade stands, pet sitting, lawn mowing, and sold Christmas treat boxes to make extra spending money. My folks encouraged this, offered advice, but for the most part stayed out of my way. My efforts, my rewards. Had any pencil-dick geek dared to shut me down for some pissy little bureaucratic nonsense, he would have had to go through Poppy first.

We arm Mexican drug cartels and leave Americans to be slaughtered in Benghazi (at this point, what difference does it make? Hillary Clinton), but God forbid a child put down the joystick, get up and do something productive. Hell, we have to call in the Marines and stop these Liberty-producing shenanigans!
Fuck government bureaucracies from bottom up and top down.
Then fuck them sideways.
With a KitchenAid blender.
On high speed.

Unintended Consequence -- Crackdown! That glowing story about the 11-year-old girl entrepreneur was read by business-hating government bureaucrats, and they immediately shut down her cupcake business. Well-paid bureaucrats do not live in Troy; they all live in bigger houses in bigger cities, but when they read that story, they instinctively knew that cupcake girl must be punished and her business destroyed.

The government acted rapidly. One day after the newspaper story appeared, bureaucrats told Chloe's mother they were shutting her down. Chloe, it seems, was unaware that in this free country she had to pay the government for the privilege of selling her cupcakes.