I always liked the original (despite Neil Young ugh), but this cover is absolutely delightful.
And “The Brothers Comatose”? Best band name since “The Dead Kennedys”, and they sound better than the DKs.
I always liked the original (despite Neil Young ugh), but this cover is absolutely delightful.
And “The Brothers Comatose”? Best band name since “The Dead Kennedys”, and they sound better than the DKs.
Having been crucified by the godless trolls of the IRS many times in the past, I loathe those bloodsucking thieves — not personally, but the system which recruits and nurtures their behavior. What exacerbates this loathing is what my (and everyone else’s) tax “donations”* are mostly funding.
If you thought “Welfare” (37%), go to the head of the class.
And if you want to see why that 37% is so high, all you have to see is this little exchange: as the man says: “The fact this one dude – by himself – can walk into any state and find blatant fraud everywhere he goes proves two things: 1) the fraud is rampant at an unprecedented scale and 2) the government agencies who are supposed to protect our tax dollars are either completely incompetent or complicit in the fraud.”
In other words, that 37% is a target for embezzlers and fraudsters, and the government either doesn’t care or actively allows their activity. (And depending on which department we’re talking about, one could add “encourages” to “allows”.)
I’m not even sure that going to the range is going to help this one.
*”donations” collected at gunpoint.
From these guys, talking about the response of Virginians to the latest round of socialist-inspired gun restrictions:
“When government signals that it wants to restrict a constitutional right, people often become more determined to exercise it.”
Which is what happened in Virginia. Somewhere out there, I can hear the chuckles of native Virginians Thomas Jefferson and George Washington.
For some reason, the baking Texas heat outside always brings to my mind the visuals of people not like me, i.e. people who sunbathe:





And then we have the people who suddenly feel an unstoppable desire to cool off:

Took the frankenpoodleshooter to the range yesterday, and fired off a single mag before getting sick of the thing (as explained here). Then I put it away and shot something else — and shot almost all the ammo I’d brought along for that particular gun because I was having so much fun.
So today I’m going to offer the frankenpoodleshooter up for a raffle.

I know, I know: it’s fugly as Rosie O’Donnell, but it runs like a sewing machine and has the best trigger of any AR I’ve ever shot before. (It may come as a surprise to some, knowing my feelings on the topic, but I first shot an AR-15 back in 1983, and I’ve since fired dozens more, in various locations and with various people.)
It is, of course, perfectly legal in terms of current ATF regs.
Tickets will cost $5 each (via the usual, i.e. Venmo, PayPal, Zelle and paper checks to the Sooper-Seekrit mailing address), and there’s a limit of ten tickets per person. I’ve set a secret reserve price — I know how much the thing cost to build, but I’ve set myself a sum to afford a replacement gun, which the proceeds of this will pay for.) If that reserve is not reached, all the money will be refunded.
Please note that as always, I will be sending the gun to the winner via an FFL (unless he’s a Texas resident), but I will not repeat not send the gun to any state where AR-15s and such are banned. I will be contacting the designated FFL to establish that fact prior to sending it off, so please don’t attempt to put me in legal jeopardy.
It will arrive as pictured above, with the red dot sight and spare mags. (If the winner is a north Texas resident, I’ll throw in all the 5.56x55mm ammo I have on hand.)
Life is too short — well, my life is, anyway — to shoot a gun which doesn’t give me pleasure in the shooting thereof. But lots of other people enjoy the AR-15, so if you’re one of them, or want to get into the AR-15 thing, there’s no reason why this wouldn’t be a good way to do so.
Update: This raffle has been canceled due to lack of interest.
(Reader Anthony M., please send me an email so I can refund your entry.)
“A prospective employee today saying that they don’t use A.I. is the equivalent of a prospective secretary in 1995 saying that she doesn’t use a PC.” — Scott Galloway
I hadn’t thought of it that way before — being preternaturally suspicious of A.I. as I am — but the more I read and speak to people, the more I’m starting to see why the above is true.
I’m just glad I’m not part of today’s prospective employee group.