What your carry ammo says about you, according to Eric at GunMart Blog. Sample:
Sellier & Bellot – “I am a member at more than three gun forums, and I buy all of my ammo online.”
…and:
Magtech – “This is my first gun.”
That’s funny right there, I don’t care who you are.
After my rant last week about men who shame their wives by dressing like slobs, I’m glad to report that at least some men have got the memo. Here’s someone apparently named Alyson Hannigan at a recent awards show, with her hubby:
Now that’s how a man should look. Absolutely faultless appearance. And she’s combined sexy with demure, with excellent results. Well done, both of you.
And these guys get kudos as well, all dressed like grownups:
Maybe there’s a glimmer of hope…
From NeverTrumper Jonas Goldberg (proving that a stopped clock can be correct at least once):
“But [Trump] isn’t Hitler, for any number of reasons, the most important of which is that Americans aren’t Nazis. We’re not even Germans. Hitler’s rule was possible because there was a market demand for a Hitler and a wider tolerance for a Hitler.”
And Trump’s election came about because there was a market demand for a Trump and a wider tolerance for a Trump. There, however, the similarity ends (to the anguish of the Left).
Homosexuals, other sexual deviants, Jews and gypsies haven’t been rounded up and put in concentration camps [no comment]; there have been no public book burnings (except, paradoxically, by the Left, both literally and figuratively); Trump hasn’t advocated a policy of Mexikanerrein (only a wall to end invasion of same); and no matter how appealing the action may seem to some of us, Trump hasn’t made plans to annex the Sudetenland Alberta or invade Poland Baja California.
In fact, the only outcomes of Trump’s administration that are remotely Hitler-like are the soaring growth of the economy and the virtual elimination of unemployment — and those outcomes, I think we can all agree, are not malevolent (except to the Left, who like a seething mass of the unemployed to whom they can offer free stuff).
Not that it matters. To the American Left, all Republicans are Nazis and all Republican leaders (whether moderates like the Bushes or conservatives like Pence and Goldwater) are Literally Hitler. The accuracy of their labeling is irrelevant, as long as they can create a bogeyman that will fire up their base of rabid Commie crapweasels.
Bastards.
(I was reading this article and it triggered a train of thought which is worthy of a post.)
I am sometimes asked which classical novelist is my favorite, and honestly, I have a tough time answering the question. Victor Hugo? Balzac? Dumas? Mann? Hardy? Robert Graves? D.H. Lawrence?
Wait, go back a bit; Hardy? Jude The Obscure, Far From The Madding Crowd, The Mayor Of Casterbridge… that Thomas Hardy?
Indeed. My first exposure to Hardy was The Mayor Of Casterbridge (our 12th-grade set work). I was utterly captivated, and despite the oncoming final exams and the endless study involved, I still somehow managed to squeeze in Tess of the d’Urbervilles, Return Of The Native and The Woodlanders before year’s end. In my lifetime, I have read all his “major” novels (i.e. the Wessex series) at least twice each, and Casterbridge maybe six times.
Here’s why. I was (still am) a rebellious soul who has always looked on the customs and mores of society (of any era) with a critical and jaundiced eye. (That I have a favorite era — late Victorian / Edwardian — does not stop me from being critical of it, understanding its shortcomings and loving it nevertheless, especially when I compare it to our modern, soulless technocracy.)
Hardy was probably one of the most critical writers of my favorite era, ever. In fact, so scathing was his “realistic” perspective that many people believe that he finally eschewed novel-writing for poetry because of the opprobrium he received for his baleful scrutiny.
And for the 16-year-old Kim, full of ignorant passion and rebellion, Hardy was fuel to the fire — not for his displeasure with the Victorian era, but for his displeasure per se. It became easy to criticize apartheid-era South African society (and I did) using Hardy’s prose as my role model. It may therefore come as no surprise to my Loyal Readers that I haven’t changed a bit, except that now my ire is directed towards our contemporary society of the early 21st century.
My only regret is that I don’t have Hardy’s skill as a novelist — nobody does — but that doesn’t stop me from reading him, over and over again.
In fact, I think it’s high time for me to re-read… hmmmm, which one… Native? Jude? Casterbridge?
I’ll let you know.
As Longtime Readers know, I have a stalking obsession errr weakness okay soft spot (so to speak) for ladies of the red-haired persuasion.
Ordinarily, then, I would post pics of sundry redheads below, of wondrous pulchritude and in varying degrees of undress.
Not today. Today we’re going all cultural and artistic and stuff.
At least one famous artist has shared my fascination for gingers, in this case Austrian Secessionist supremo Gustav Klimt. Here are a few excerpts from various of his paintings:
Consider yourselves artistically enriched.
Oh okay, you philistines; here’s a ginger of a more recent vintage:
I think ol’ Gustav would have approved…
Married… With Children
This show was never supposed to be popular, with its unrelievedly hostile approach to the subject matter. And yet it was, enormously so, perhaps as an antidote to all the saccharine TV families that had gone before, with their wise mothers, irascible yet good-natured fathers and spunky but lovable children. Instead, we got Ed Neil’s snarling loser father, Al Bundy, his slatternly non-housewife partner Peg (Katey Sagal), with snarky sex-starved son Bud (David Faustino) and the slutty daughter Kelly (Christine Applegate). When I first watched this show, I spent much of the time helpless with open-jawed laughter, and it became one of the very few TV shows I looked forward to each week. And while I loved the buxom Peg, I have to admit that young Kelly Bundy turned me into a Dirty Old Man every time she flounced onto the screen. I don’t think that I’m alone in this, either.
