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OT: I’m not S.M. King, but I do want to say that I love your new banner image.
Thank you. I was looking to make an image that said it all succinctly. Copped some of the sentiments from The Boy Scout Oath, but that’s okay because they’re not using it any longer.
The image and the sentiment are excellent and speak to a time now lost. May-bee it is recoverable? But only if we discard the national HR Department and their insistence on micro-managing by checklist; all the wrong-headed ideas from empty-headed screeching female cat collectors. “Diversity is our strength”, “Climate Change is Man-Made”, “Comply With the Mandatory Injection Policy”, “Wear A Mask”, “The Sky is Falling” and all the other child-like fears harbored by insecure chicks with daddy issues.
We were all better off with mom at home, dad at work, and granddad a short drive away. Grandad who had a morning bourbon toddy now and again and knew honor and honesty when he saw it, because he lived it. Sharp men, as your dad described himself – I never met your dad but I damned sure knew him, and plenty like him.
Yes, those days are recoverable. But not with the present troupe of prancing fools we have put in charge.
True, and the sad truth is that they may well have to be killed to be stopped. I guess when dealing with prancing fools the best thing to do is to lead them just a bit.
My sentiment exactly but I tend to keep silent as it’s not my blog to jeopardize.
How much wood would a Wood Chipper chip if a Wood Chipper could chip wood?
Travail, Famille, Patrie.
God knows the West needs to discover the value of real and not imaginary hand-waving work. And ‘We’ *are* a Conquered People just right now. Might trigger some Normies, though. Best. Mineral. Water. Ever.
Deus, Pátria, e Familia — Salazar’s Estado Novo… Perfectly non-contentious IMHO. So what’s not to like unless lusting after a one-way helicopter trip?
Not that I’ve got anything against the late great General Franco, but his Spain’s motto is just too Business as Usual Boilerplate.
Mineral Water. Heh.
A colleague and a fine gentleman to boot once said to me when I ordered a bottle of Vittel instead of another shot at 3am in a bar called Amazonia (yes, it was jungly) in Wanchai: ‘Why do you drink that stuff? Fish fuck in it!’
Excellent point. Was your friend William Dukenfield?
Nope… But as an accomplished Porcelain Bus Driver (‘Driving the Porcelain Bus == UK slang for barfing) he likely knows more about the WC field up close and personal than most mere unpickled mortals.