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Let’s Review 68: Of Cheese and the Cutting Thereof

It’s Official: Uranus Smells Like Farts

Am I the only one in my spinning class at Equinox in Manhattan who’s fed up paying $200 every month for a gym with clean showers, $3,000 in rent every month for an apartment without cockroaches and $8 every morning for a cup of coffee? Am I the only one moving through the greater part of New York City boroughs and seeing an inexorable march of urban decay matched with the discomfort of crowding and inexplicable costs? I know I am not. The great exodus out of America blue cities

Penn State says wilderness is too risky for outdoors clubs

CULL THEM WITH NUNCHUKS AND FLAMETHROWERS! As I’ve been saying for a while, the only guaranteed solution to this problem of leftoid control of the command centers of America is a mass culling of them from the ranks of the media and, we may as well add, from Shillicon Valley technopolies. There really is no other solution. We won’t change their minds; we won’t convince them of mercy toward the dissident voices they censor and silence. We can only defeat them, totally, utterly, mercilessly, and run them out of power on a rail(car). It’s the only way to be sure. The Leftoid Infiltration Of Central Command Is Complete 

 The Worst People | The main issue in our politics is that our system attracts the worst people. It is nearly impossible to find an elected official who has ever done honest work. Most are phenomenally stupid, outside their reptilian ability to fool voters and cozy up to the billionaires that bankroll them.

Breakthrough Engine That Uses Gas and Diesel

After refusing the bathroom bruthas their bonding ritual, and after asking them to order something or relinquish their table (which they refused to do), the Starbucks manager called the cops, and a legend was born. The bathroom boys are now national heroes, their story told far and wide. After days of noisy protests and breathless media coverage, Starbucks CEO Kevin Johnson has not only apologized to the toilet twins, he’s also promised to close every Starbucks in the U.S. for one day next month so that the employees can be sent to diversity reeducation camp, where I’m assuming one of the lessons will be that there’s nothing at all odd about two grown men in sweatpants walking into a coffee shop without ordering anything and demanding to jointly go to the bathroom. Smearing the Smearers – Taki’s Magazine

Capacity crowds :    Vehicle plough-downs are like fender-benders, these days. They’re like bombing raids during a war, once you get used to them. They can’t hold people’s attention. We need bigger and bigger death-counts to keep ourselves amused. The media, earnestly trying to fulfill their mandate, can only hope for them.

Who cut (in) the cheese? The world’s oldest cheese was concealed on the bodies of 3,700-year-old Chinese mummies as an afterlife treat

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  • Casey Klahn April 25, 2018, 3:01 PM

    Penn States “Outing Club” has gone with the *new* meaning of “out,” if you know what I mean.

    Leftoid takeover: I still say humor is the best disinfectant. In this political environment, we need to slay the lefts with the cut of a thousand witticisms. But, I’m fresh out right at this moment.

    Scratching the cheese from my shopping list today…

  • Teri Pittman April 25, 2018, 6:50 PM

    We are in the process of selling off real estate in WA state and moving to Tennessee. We don’t know a soul there. As I explain to incredulous people, real estate is cheap back there. Taxes are low. And they have this little thing called “unrestricted land use” (at least in the areas we are interested in.) We’ve talked to the local bureaucrats. They don’t seem to think we are criminals. Best of all, we’ll be leaving what I call “California 2.0” since WA is well on the way to that.

  • ghostsniper April 25, 2018, 7:32 PM

    “unrestricted land use”

    Same here.
    Moved here spring of 2006 and a few months later the sheriff stopped by trying to scare up some voters for the upcoming election. He was wearing a t-shirt and I didn’t know who he was. He introduced himself and I replied, “You’re just the person I’m looking for! Where is the closest shooting range?” He stepped back off the bridge leading to our house and looked left, right, then back at me and said, “Right here.” I asked, “I can shoot guns right here in my yard?” He said, “Well, yeah, it’s YOUR yard!” He seemed kinda stymied that I would even ask such a thing. I’m from Cape Coral, FL and even BB Guns are illegal so I was stymied that people could shoot in their yard, like as if they lived in a free country. The very nerve….

  • Casey Klahn April 25, 2018, 9:01 PM

    Ghost: my range is exactly that. And, I can throw rounds in any direction. Pistol range: check. 200 yard range: check. 300 yards is doable with a bit of effort.

    Hand grenade range: just kidding.

  • ghostsniper April 26, 2018, 4:41 AM

    @Casey, wish I had 300 yds. But then, if I did I’d hafta get an ATV to run back and forth from table to target. Not that there’s anything wrong with that!

  • Gordon April 26, 2018, 7:31 AM

    What part of Tennessee? I was thinking about east Tennessee, but a lot of that is national park, and then touristy towns on the edge.

  • Anamnesis April 26, 2018, 11:39 AM

    “Us and Them.”


    I am he and you are we and she is thee and we are all together…

    Gerald and Co.- like a kitten walking past a mirror and freaking out…


  • Vanderleun April 26, 2018, 3:22 PM

    Gerald? Who is this Gerald of whom you speak? No Geralds here. Too much familiarity without focus just leaves you open to ridicule from those whom you sought to ridicule, but missed.

  • ghostsniper April 27, 2018, 4:54 AM

    Never seen a cat freak out in front of a mirror.
    The first time Sparkle seen a mirror she stood there and stared at it and tilted her head. Trying to figure it out. She’s the intellectual of the bunch. Not as social as the others, keeps to herself some what, and ponders everything. When she warms up to you you just have to give in. She’ll be 4 in about a month.

    So what’s behind all the sensitive nerve endings running loose out there these days?
    Is it simply that the anonymity of the web causes some people’s inner sissy to bubble to the top?
    Then what caused the inner sissy in the first place and why does it stay dormant in reality, only making itself know through the mask of made up names?

    Seems like the way sissy’s are handled back in 8th grade is the way they should be treated throughout life. (coddling just amplify’s their whines) Ridicule and severe ass kicking, constantly. Then they either grow up are retreat to their disgusting lair. Fortunately, because of their tender nerve endings, kicking a sissy’s ass is easy. Even a gurl can kick a sissy’s ass. But it’s best to use a stick or something heavy and big, so you don’t get any of it on ya. Shit’s nasty as all get out.