WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Strange Daze: Glutton’s Land
byVanderleunonMarch 19, 2022
Tarrare was born near Lyon in 1772. When he was in his teens, his parents threw him out of the house because he ate so much. For several years, Tarrare toured the country in the company of thieves and prostitutes, begging and stealing for food, before taking up employment with a traveling quack, swallowing stones, corks and live animals to draw a crowd. He would eat ravenously and was said to be particularly fond of snake meat. In 1788, he moved to Paris to work as a street performer doing similar stunts. After one such show, Tarrare suffered from severe intestinal obstruction and had to carried away to the hospital where he was treated with powerful laxatives. This experience might have stirred another person to give up such a perilous career, but not Tarrare. On the contrary, upon recovering, Tarrare offered to demonstrate his act by swallowing the surgeon’s watch and chain. The surgeon was not amused and replied that he would cut Tarrare open to recover his possessions if he did so. — Tarrare: The Man Who Ate Too Much
Dreams of Electric Sheep – Frank Wright The enemy organization that is the NHS is paying people a fortune out of your taxes to promote the idea that the delusions of the mentally ill are more important than the safety of women. The law is moving to criminalize dislike and disagreement. The reality of all these -phobias is that they express nothing more than that of course. Reality is verboten. Everything rotten must be called sweet.
A man who tries to live as a woman says it’s unfair for trans women to compete in women’s sports is accused of transphobia and responds by joking about how he has balls….and it’s socially unacceptable to publicly acknowledge the very reality that makes the joke funny… https://t.co/B2cSpOnbSl
Kayfabe in Kiev — I would remind you it wasn’t Vladimir Putin who has been conducting a scorched-earth culture war upon our beliefs, history, and identity, and degraded our social fabric to the point we now have to fight against the normalization of transsexualism. It wasn’t the Russians who outsourced our productive capacity while sending us upon one misbegotten war after another and flooding the country with drugs. It wasn’t “Ivan” who caused the biggest wealth transfer in human history with the Covid scandal, fomented riots across the country, or “fortified” the election.
These are people who think they’re clever enough to deal with powerful foreign countries run by sane people. They’re not, and those foreign powers have taken note of that fact. The kind of Americans the world fears or respects have been put out of government and military leadership and replaced by a menagerie of nursing home patients, human resources ladies, affirmative action hires, sexual degenerates, and obese four-star generals angling for board seats on the next Theranos start-up. The day of reckoning has arrived. Leaders like Putin, Xi, and Mohammed bin Salman are no longer amenable to being pushed around and morally browbeaten by the circus freaks that constitute the United States Government.
The Washington cabal has long treated Ukraine as their own personal playground. From Hunter Biden’s adventures with Burisma to U.S.-funded bioweapons labs to Ukraine’s status as the top source country for Clinton Foundation donations and child sex slaves, the place is a base for the most corrupt of the Western elite. They don’t want to let it go, which is partly the reason they’ve propagandized the entire Western world into a frenzied mania over a military operation that has thus far avoided the civilian population to a far greater extent than NATO’s past operations in Libya and Yugoslavia.
Lia Thomas comes in first place again (4th lane). Why do the other swimmers even bother? pic.twitter.com/9v1JkvV17u
Every time you affirm or accept the lie, you pay with a little bit of your soul. https://t.co/QJhc5KDc5S
— James Lindsay, upsetting Jacobins (@ConceptualJames) March 17, 2022
BIDEN: “I bet everybody knows somebody…that in an intimate relationship, what happened was the guy takes a revealing picture of his naked friend, or whatever, in a compromising position and then blackmails.” pic.twitter.com/Jw7L1u58KF
Love and Longing in the Seaweed Album – Combing across 19th-century shores, seaweed collectors would wander for hours, tucking specimens into pouches and jars, before pasting their finds into artful albums. Sasha Archibald explores the eros contained in the pressed and illustrated pages of notable algologists, including “the most ambitious album of all” by Charles F. Durant.
The Globalist Enemy – eugyppius: a plague chronicleRecruits who sign up to die shooting Soviet-era rifles at Russian battle tanks are not defending “world peace” or democracy or freedom or anything like that. They are sacrificing themselves to convenience some peripheral interests of western globalism, which is responsible for all manner of armed conflict around the world, and which could not be less interested in these quaint liberal abstractions. We are in the end stage of liberalism now, an end stage in which most liberal political forms have been set aside in favour of a naked if distributed autocracy.
The DeSantis DoctrineDeSantis is now, as he slowly gains parity in popularity with Donald Trump, worse than Trump. They fear him because he does not have the mean tweets aspect that allows the left to attack him for something other than his actual deeds. They have to defend their freakshow agenda because he gives them nothing to change the subject to. And if they want to make it a fight over whether or not skeevy sex pests can have at your little kids, well, that’s a battle we’re delighted to fight.
The modern world is insane, not so much because it admits the abnormal as because it cannot recover the normal. — G.K. Chesterton, Eugenics and Other Evils(1922)
Fred Rogers Memorial Latrobe, Pennsylvania –THIS SMALL PARK IS A tribute to Mr. Fred Rogers of Mister Roger’s Neighborhood. Rogers was born in Latrobe, Pennsylvania, in 1928, and would become known throughout the world. This park at the corner of Main Street and Jefferson Street–not far from Rogers’ childhood home–is dedicated to the television star. The small park features a fountain and a bronze statue of Rogers in one of his iconic cardigan sweaters.
Yul Brynner Monument Vladivostok, Russia – Starting a career on Broadway, Brynner starred in the original production of the Rodgers and Hammerstein musical The King and I as the titular King Mongkut, which became his best-known role. He played that role a total of 4,625 times throughout his life. He reprised the role in the 1956 film adaptation, his second motion-picture appearance, for which he won an Academy Award for Best Actor. In 2012, Vladivostok opened Yul Brynner Park in front of his birthplace on Aleutskaya Street, where a statue of Brynner was erected. Created by local sculptor Alexei Bokiy, the monument was carved in granite from China and depicts the actor in his Siamese royal garb from the 1956 film, standing regally like a real-life king.
First Ancient Theatre of Larissa – Larisa, Greece was constructed at the end of the 3rd-century BCE, during the reign of King Antigonus II Gonatas of Macedon. It is located on Frourio Hill, the most ancient part of Larissa, and is the largest of its kind in the region of Thessaly with around 10,000 seats. The theatre was used for more than six centuries until the early 4th-century CE.
Giuseppe Fieschi’s Infernal Machine | Louis-Philippe and his entourage was passing along the Boulevard du Temple, accompanied by three of his sons, when Giuseppe fired the weapon. A terrible explosion ripped through the air showering the passing company with a volley of projectiles. Men and horses dropped immediately and the street was filled with the dead and dying. One witness reported that there was suddenly “a void around the king.” Napoleonic war hero Marshal Mortier and his horse lay in a bloody heap on the pavement. Lieutenant-Colonel Rieussec of the 8th Legion was killed instantly. Colonel Raffet, commandant of the Gendarmerie, also fell to the ground. He died several hours later. The king only suffered a minor graze to the forehead, but eighteen other people were killed at the scene, or later died from their wounds.
The Globalist Enemy – Lockdowns weren’t a one-off; the vaccinators don’t just vaccinate. The enemies who have oppressed us these past two years are appendages of a much broader system. Climatism, anti-racism, transgender lunacy, Corona, and now the Ukraine: They are all of them expressions of the same malign force; they are all of them the same thing.
That $14 billion congress just sent to Ukraine is going to end up EXACTLY like this https://t.co/n5FYHo1ybd
The biggest danger we’re facing is social media encouraging ever more rabid public and private sanctions on Russia, leading to WWIII. The scary part is that this is an emergent phenomenon – no one is in control. https://t.co/57YgXvwmdh
— Dr. Clayton Forrester (@DrClaytonForre1) March 3, 2022
Every high civilization decays by forgetting obvious things. -G.K. Chesterton
Up here on top of the world facing south. To my left a socialist nation, the people suppressed, and liking it. To my right Russia.
TerryMarch 19, 2022, 9:32 AM
Interesting thread above.
Except the raw egg taco almost caused me to throw-up.
AnonymousMarch 19, 2022, 12:44 PM
Terry, yeah the raw egg taco didn’t look good. I was repulsed by the raw egg, but also wondered why there were no beans or cheese or other hearty filler.
Blake Masters talking about genocide- So it’s ok to talk about abortion now. That is good, but why did it take over 50 years?
The eggs are not raw, just not overcooked. Runny yolks are a matter of taste.
Taco TimeMarch 20, 2022, 4:54 PM
I was fooled, too- the eggs looked raw until I noticed that the whites were white (cooked) instead of clear like when they’re raw. I guess that makes them “sunny side up” egg tacos.
Lifting this discussion to a far higher literary level, clarifying and codifying all above, within the post as well as comments, I think James Joyce said it best: “Can it was, one is fain in this leaden age of letters now to wit, that so diversified outrages (they have still to come!) were planned and partly carried out against so staunch a covenanter if it be true that any of those recorded ever took place for many, we trow, beyessed to and denayed of, are given to us by some who use the truth but sparingly and we, on this side ought to sorrow for their pricking pens on that account.” -in Finnegans Wake right after introducing us to Sylvia Silence, the girl detective.
There, I’m sure that was helpful to all.
VanderleunMarch 19, 2022, 1:51 PM
It took me A way a lone a lost a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodious vicus of recirculation back to
Honestly I think the person that took James Joyce least seriously was Jimmy Joyce, and for me, at least, there’s a lesson therein.
gwbnycMarch 19, 2022, 3:18 PM
ya gotta remember, walkin’ on water wasn’t built in a day.
JackMarch 19, 2022, 4:15 PM
One old Navy buddy I hung with told me to read Joyce’s Portrait of the Artist. I stayed with it for awhile, realized I had no idea of what he was saying and put him down happily and in exchange for a Playboy with Connie Kreski and Tiffany Boling. I never understood a thing he thought he was saying and I don’t think he did either. If it’s that damned hard to express yourself it’s clear you should take up pencil drawing or the Pan flute. I read Arthur Miller too and quickly discerned that he was a really sick bastard and FUBAR.
My favorite writer today is pretty much James Carlos Blake. Some of the best historical fiction I’ve ever read. Try Red Grass River about the Ashley crime family in Florida, early 1900s.
As far that fruitcake male swimmer who thinks he is a female, it would be better if the women who are called to compete against HIM simply refused to swim. His is a hollow victory no matter how he achieves it and either way, he’s a damned disgrace to both sexes.
ghostsniperMarch 19, 2022, 1:52 PM
Anybody besides me want to slap elizabeth warrens face?
Yes, that taco egg was nasty.
social media is for cux and trollops
gwbnycMarch 19, 2022, 3:24 PM
I prefer my eggs fried and her face smothered in Elie Mystal’s crease.
BubaloMarch 20, 2022, 9:50 AM
I don’t like her at all, but I would never be so cowardly as to strike a woman.
gwbnycMarch 20, 2022, 3:14 PM
snap out of it.
gwbnycMarch 19, 2022, 3:15 PM
OK-
most abortions are performed on POC.
the abortionists are paid, I assume at some profit.
the fetus, obtained gratis from the “donor”, is processed into saleable components, in turn to more profit.
when will the POC rise to demand a cut?
America is 13 percent black. Aborted babies are 40 percent black. All Democrats favor abortion. Most blacks vote Democrat. Blacks vote for their own genocide. Somewhere a Klansman chuckles.
The later version with Cruise was a terrible and stupid movie. The 1953 version was a classic. Why the remake?
The Marxist InversionMarch 19, 2022, 5:15 PM
Buffet Blitzkriegers are victims of the white male capitalist patriarchy and the coming famine will solve that problem.
Obesity is racist and we must ban forks and spoons for the good of the collective.
The Frankenfood diet is meant to keep the serfs dull, soft, weak.
NoriMarch 19, 2022, 9:01 PM
That Breakfast Art taco sure looks like a fajita flour tortilla. Tacos are made with corn tortillas.
There are no eggs,raw nor cooked,in a taco.
But WEF claims we will eat bug burritos,and we will like it.
Dr Clayton Forrester was reimagined by Trace Beaulieu of MST3k,in a most amusing manner.
Faith and begorrah,Mr O’Neil and Mr V! Methinks ye’ve both had a wee sup of Bushmill’s finest.
Diversified outrages,still to come,by commodious vicus.
Carry on…
No eggs in a taco? Who the hell died and made you the Pope of Tacos? An old Tex-Mex cook at my local U. put me hip to barbacoa tacos with a fried egg in ’em, and I’ve never looked back. Here in Texas, we put anything we damn well please in a taco, and no one bats an eyelash.
Oh, and as to that “food art” plate: I’d have done the eggs over easy. But that’s just me.
ghostsniperMarch 20, 2022, 5:45 PM
Mike sed: “Here in Texas, we put anything we damn well please in a taco, and no one bats an eyelash.”
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There ya go, and who can argue with that?
never heard of huevos ranchero?
Make mine a double.
Right. Corn tortillas have no eggs in them, and are used in tacos and enchiladas. The Aztecs ate them daily. The Spaniards looked down upon such things as “Indian food” and so introduced the flour tortilla—thus, the burrito. There is a movement in cuisine to make enchiladas with flour tortillas. Such practitioners of this dread art should be whipped.
That Tarrare fellow is an excellent metaphor for the US government: devours more and more of our sustenance, swallows all sorts of offal, stinks from a long way off, no cure possible outside of death, everyone avoids its corpse.
Anyone who claims to love Nature, and then expects Nature to love him in return, knows nothing of that bitch. Red in tooth and claw is just the beginning of understanding. Substituting emotion, illusion and fantasy for reality will get you dead.
The same people who hate Putin hate me.
It’s funny to conflate professional wrestling with politics, but it is wrong. Professional wrestling does not start wars and kill millions.
Biden revealed a bit too much—understandable considering his senile idiocy—about “everyone being blackmailable”. Well, yes. That is certainly true about Biden and the crowd he runs with. Almost everyone who has power and influence in the world—and this includes the world of politics, media and entertainment—has blackmailable information about him possessed by someone else. If you do not know this, you do not understand the world.
Many those foreign mercenaries who volunteered to fight in the Ukraine died without firing a shot. A dark night, a Russian missile, and then nothingness. War is like that. Many of these mercenaries are American veterans with experience in Iraq and Afghanistan. They are used to fighting a war where their side has absolute air superiority, hundreds of armored vehicles, superb logistics and marvelous gadgets. All of this was used against an enemy whose main battle weapon was a Kalashnikov rifle. Now all that is reversed. They have entered Indian Country, and they are the Indians.
The last time the US fought a war against an equal was 77 years ago.
Those ancient Greek theaters were designed so that you could hear the performance equally well from every seat. A whisper on stage could be heard clearly in the back rows. Modern acousticians have not figured out just how the Greeks managed this.
KCKMarch 21, 2022, 8:01 AM
All well said. Nature lovers: the worst people who ever walked this blue Earth. I take a Bob Dylan quote to heart: “I don’t dig nature. You can’t trust it.”
I’m kinda angry at the pope, right now. He just declared the end of the Just War doctrine. Now, if you have “CATHOLIC” written on your dog tags, take off your uniform and go home.
Bergoglio is an antipope; Benedict XVI is still the pope. The same culture wars and madness that have overtaken the world have overtaken the Catholic Church.
NoriMarch 20, 2022, 7:09 AM
Mike Anderson:that would be Pope-Ette,and I have no more right to that title than does the Argentinian communist,Bergoglio.
What a person likes in their taco or burrito is personal taste;the 2 raw eggs staring out of that plate did not whet my appetite. Living in Arizona,Mexican food is ubiquitous,and I can and do make my own tortillas,flour and corn. Mexican cuisine is divine,whether street vendors or fish tacos on the beach.
The bug burrito is a genuine thing,going back to the Aztecs. The Mexican actress Salma Hayek has said she loves chapulines (grasshoppers or crickets) with avocado in a fresh tortilla.
In the Hidalgo area of Mexico,ahuatle (water bug eggs) are a specialty.They’re scraped off the leaves of aquatic plants,dried in the sun,and cooked in a skillet,often with hen eggs.
Yum…
I suspect that both Arizona and Texas will be learning the Joys of Haitian cooking in the coming years,but that’s a whole other topic for discussion.
As for the Irish whiskies,Mr O’Neil and Mr Austin are quite correct;Jameson’s is the finer sipping whiskey,but Bushmill’s will do in a pinch for my famous Irish Whiskey Cake.
Ah, Bergoglio! Not just a commie, but a full-fledged member of Globohomo. If he is pope then Biden is president.
Being half-Mexican I can vouch for your reportage on Mexican cuisine. There are restaurants in the Capital of that Narco-state that serve Aztec meals, which include tarantulas and other delectables. I have seen bushels filled with insects for sale at markets all over Mexico. As for me, just give me rice and beans and chicken enchiladas.
I tended bar on the West Coast for 6 years. The best recipe for Irish Coffee I ever encountered was:
1. First heat up the coffee mug with boiling water. After 10 seconds, dump the water out.
2. Place 1 tablespoon of brown sugar in the mug.
3. Pour in 2 ounces of Jameson over the sugar.
4. Pour in coffee, but not to the brim.
5. Add 1 ounce of Bailey’s.
Enjoy!
ghostsniperMarch 20, 2022, 5:50 PM
All this talk of Jameson’s has me jonesing for something I’ve never (knowingly) had but will soon.
DennyMarch 20, 2022, 8:30 AM
Sorry Nori, I’m on board with 99.9% of your comments but I’m pretty sure, unless dire straits, I will be a dead man before I partake of a bug sandwich.
NoriMarch 20, 2022, 3:05 PM
Sorry Denny,I did’nt mean to imply I’ve ever sampled the grasshoppers or water bug eggs,I have’nt. However,on a couple of occasions while 4-wheeling in an open cockpit Toyota Land Cruiser FJ40,I’ve inadvertently swallowed airborne insects. Not to mention dust and grit.
I survived,but yuck.
Once, when I had the motorcycle, I took a *big* butterfly right to the teeth at about 65 mph. You’d think something that lived on nectar would be sweet.
It wasn’t sweet at all.
1974. West Texas. Stationed at Webb USAF base in Big Spring. 2 AM. 110 mph on a Kawasaki 750 triple 2-cycle. Hit a bee. Stung me. Did not crash. Face looked for a few days like I had gone a few rounds with Sonny Liston.
Bikes and Bugs. Nothing to recommend in the encounter. Riding through South Dakota in late summer could get dicey. I remember seeing those huge midwestern grasshoppers in the road. Those monsters are easily the size of my index finger. I’ve taken them on a car windshield, and it’s a big messy THWACK, and no fun to clean off. Getting hit in the naked face could damn near take you off the bike. I was lucky. Same with the big dragonflies in Louisiana. Lucky there, too.
JWM
ghostsniperMarch 20, 2022, 5:52 PM
I’d like to get my hands on a salvageable triple.
I’m mature enough now that I don’t think it would kill me.
I had a buddy who had one back in the day. He broke 12 seconds in the quarter mile on it right out of the box. I got to ride the thing once. WOW. It made my 750 Honda feel like the family sedan. Too much fun for me.
I bored out each cylinder 50cc, and then fitted the bike with expansion chambers. Did the quarter in 11.9 at 113 mph. Topped it off one lazy night in West Texas at 137 mph. Those were the days when I was invincible.
Yer BustedMarch 21, 2022, 10:29 AM
Indeed, it certainly takes a huge amount of “maturity” to constantly refer to others as a “pedo troll.”
Ha – almost did a spit-take reading that. I imagine eating butterfly would mostly give a dusty taste of wing scales, but hope to never find out…
KCKMarch 20, 2022, 8:36 AM
I saw Yul Brenner, in TK&I, on Broadway; it must’ve been the summer of ’77. I bought the ticket with a hefty discount at the MacArthur USO, which was at 45th & Broadway, and I was an E-5. The Siamese soldiers in the first act walked around with their arms at high akimbo – the upper arms at a right angle from the torso and the lower arms straight down. YB was the man.
I saw the same play years or maybe even decades later, in Seattle. It is only memorable because my wife & I saw it together, and possibly the leading actress had a pedigree of some sort.
I tend to be pretty catholic in my eating habits, if the locals eat something I’ll, usually, at least try it.
I found french fries in Brussels with mayonnaise instead of catsup ain’t at all bad.
Nattō, fermented soy beans, Japanese breakfast, OK.
Muck tuck, raw whale blubber, I found OK eaten outside at twenty or so below. I did find it’s actually quite tasty with a bit of Gray Poupon.
Fried bamboo worms in Thailand aren’t bad. Durian fruit is great but eat it outside and with you on the upwind side.
Boiled caribou dipped in seal oil is fine. The good stuff, oil that’s been stored in the cold hole under the floor for six months, I can politely dip my caribou therein but I much prefer fresh seal oil.
I have to admit, with a very slight regret, I passed on eating stink knuckles when I had a chance. Stink knuckles? Walrus flippers packed in the cold hole, allowed to ferment and covered with blue mold.
“…if the locals eat something I’ll, usually, at least try it.” Agreed, though sometimes reluctantly. For example:
I stayed with some Quechua Indians while descending the Cotahuasi Canyon, the deepest canyon on earth. They insisted that I share their drink with them, some evil smelling brew they called chicha. It was made by the old and toothless women of the tribe. They would masticate some tubers with their gums, and after a considerable amount of pulp and saliva had accumulated, they would spit the juice in a large bowl. When the bowl was filled it would be placed in the sun for two weeks to ferment. I had to drink it.
Down the hatch.
Gordon ScottMarch 23, 2022, 2:17 PM
Sounds like chitlins, of which you do not want to be near during preparation. Upon serving you want to be much further away.
gwbnycMarch 20, 2022, 3:31 PM
in the Village a belgian man had a bistro, Bruxelle. first I had of pommes frites, arrived in a paper cup, and served in tradition of mustard and mayonaisse.
add a half broiled lemon chicken and any of the huge selection of beer he offered.
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
Tarrare was born near Lyon in 1772. When he was in his teens, his parents threw him out of the house because he ate so much. For several years, Tarrare toured the country in the company of thieves and prostitutes, begging and stealing for food, before taking up employment with a traveling quack, swallowing stones, corks and live animals to draw a crowd. He would eat ravenously and was said to be particularly fond of snake meat. In 1788, he moved to Paris to work as a street performer doing similar stunts. After one such show, Tarrare suffered from severe intestinal obstruction and had to carried away to the hospital where he was treated with powerful laxatives. This experience might have stirred another person to give up such a perilous career, but not Tarrare. On the contrary, upon recovering, Tarrare offered to demonstrate his act by swallowing the surgeon’s watch and chain. The surgeon was not amused and replied that he would cut Tarrare open to recover his possessions if he did so. — Tarrare: The Man Who Ate Too Much
Kayfabe in Kiev — I would remind you it wasn’t Vladimir Putin who has been conducting a scorched-earth culture war upon our beliefs, history, and identity, and degraded our social fabric to the point we now have to fight against the normalization of transsexualism. It wasn’t the Russians who outsourced our productive capacity while sending us upon one misbegotten war after another and flooding the country with drugs. It wasn’t “Ivan” who caused the biggest wealth transfer in human history with the Covid scandal, fomented riots across the country, or “fortified” the election. 
These are people who think they’re clever enough to deal with powerful foreign countries run by sane people. They’re not, and those foreign powers have taken note of that fact. The kind of Americans the world fears or respects have been put out of government and military leadership and replaced by a menagerie of nursing home patients, human resources ladies, affirmative action hires, sexual degenerates, and obese four-star generals angling for board seats on the next Theranos start-up. The day of reckoning has arrived. Leaders like Putin, Xi, and Mohammed bin Salman are no longer amenable to being pushed around and morally browbeaten by the circus freaks that constitute the United States Government.
Unnatural Selection: Emil Schachtzabel’s Pigeon *Prachtwerk* (1906) 
Albrecht Dürer’s Pillow Studies (1493) 
Love and Longing in the Seaweed Album – Combing across 19th-century shores, seaweed collectors would wander for hours, tucking specimens into pouches and jars, before pasting their finds into artful albums. Sasha Archibald explores the eros contained in the pressed and illustrated pages of notable algologists, including “the most ambitious album of all” by Charles F. Durant.
daily timewaster: No seatbelts Kids unsupervised in the camper
The Globalist Enemy – eugyppius: a plague chronicle Recruits who sign up to die shooting Soviet-era rifles at Russian battle tanks are not defending “world peace” or democracy or freedom or anything like that. They are sacrificing themselves to convenience some peripheral interests of western globalism, which is responsible for all manner of armed conflict around the world, and which could not be less interested in these quaint liberal abstractions. We are in the end stage of liberalism now, an end stage in which most liberal political forms have been set aside in favour of a naked if distributed autocracy.
daily timewaster: Breakfast Art
daily timewaster: Relic from another age
Fred Rogers Memorial Latrobe, Pennsylvania – THIS SMALL PARK IS A tribute to Mr. Fred Rogers of Mister Roger’s Neighborhood. Rogers was born in Latrobe, Pennsylvania, in 1928, and would become known throughout the world. This park at the corner of Main Street and Jefferson Street–not far from Rogers’ childhood home–is dedicated to the television star. The small park features a fountain and a bronze statue of Rogers in one of his iconic cardigan sweaters.
Yul Brynner Monument Vladivostok, Russia – Starting a career on Broadway, Brynner starred in the original production of the Rodgers and Hammerstein musical The King and I as the titular King Mongkut, which became his best-known role. He played that role a total of 4,625 times throughout his life. He reprised the role in the 1956 film adaptation, his second motion-picture appearance, for which he won an Academy Award for Best Actor. In 2012, Vladivostok opened Yul Brynner Park in front of his birthplace on Aleutskaya Street, where a statue of Brynner was erected. Created by local sculptor Alexei Bokiy, the monument was carved in granite from China and depicts the actor in his Siamese royal garb from the 1956 film, standing regally like a real-life king.
First Ancient Theatre of Larissa – Larisa, Greece was constructed at the end of the 3rd-century BCE, during the reign of King Antigonus II Gonatas of Macedon. It is located on Frourio Hill, the most ancient part of Larissa, and is the largest of its kind in the region of Thessaly with around 10,000 seats. The theatre was used for more than six centuries until the early 4th-century CE.
Giuseppe Fieschi’s Infernal Machine | Louis-Philippe and his entourage was passing along the Boulevard du Temple, accompanied by three of his sons, when Giuseppe fired the weapon. A terrible explosion ripped through the air showering the passing company with a volley of projectiles. Men and horses dropped immediately and the street was filled with the dead and dying. One witness reported that there was suddenly “a void around the king.” Napoleonic war hero Marshal Mortier and his horse lay in a bloody heap on the pavement. Lieutenant-Colonel Rieussec of the 8th Legion was killed instantly. Colonel Raffet, commandant of the Gendarmerie, also fell to the ground. He died several hours later. The king only suffered a minor graze to the forehead, but eighteen other people were killed at the scene, or later died from their wounds.
The Globalist Enemy – Lockdowns weren’t a one-off; the vaccinators don’t just vaccinate. The enemies who have oppressed us these past two years are appendages of a much broader system. Climatism, anti-racism, transgender lunacy, Corona, and now the Ukraine: They are all of them expressions of the same malign force; they are all of them the same thing.
Gerard Van der Leun
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Up here on top of the world facing south. To my left a socialist nation, the people suppressed, and liking it. To my right Russia.
Interesting thread above.
Except the raw egg taco almost caused me to throw-up.
Terry, yeah the raw egg taco didn’t look good. I was repulsed by the raw egg, but also wondered why there were no beans or cheese or other hearty filler.
Blake Masters talking about genocide- So it’s ok to talk about abortion now. That is good, but why did it take over 50 years?
The eggs are not raw, just not overcooked. Runny yolks are a matter of taste.
I was fooled, too- the eggs looked raw until I noticed that the whites were white (cooked) instead of clear like when they’re raw. I guess that makes them “sunny side up” egg tacos.
Yes!
Tubby Tubby Two by Four
Couldn’t make it through the bathroom door
So he did it on the floor
Licked it up and did some more
Dang, that takes me back to second grade
Trang Bang–I was in 5th grade and still use it when appropriate. 4th I.D. 68-69
Lifting this discussion to a far higher literary level, clarifying and codifying all above, within the post as well as comments, I think James Joyce said it best: “Can it was, one is fain in this leaden age of letters now to wit, that so diversified outrages (they have still to come!) were planned and partly carried out against so staunch a covenanter if it be true that any of those recorded ever took place for many, we trow, beyessed to and denayed of, are given to us by some who use the truth but sparingly and we, on this side ought to sorrow for their pricking pens on that account.” -in Finnegans Wake right after introducing us to Sylvia Silence, the girl detective.
There, I’m sure that was helpful to all.
It took me A way a lone a lost a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodious vicus of recirculation back to
Good on yer & on the Environs. -grin-
Honestly I think the person that took James Joyce least seriously was Jimmy Joyce, and for me, at least, there’s a lesson therein.
ya gotta remember, walkin’ on water wasn’t built in a day.
One old Navy buddy I hung with told me to read Joyce’s Portrait of the Artist. I stayed with it for awhile, realized I had no idea of what he was saying and put him down happily and in exchange for a Playboy with Connie Kreski and Tiffany Boling. I never understood a thing he thought he was saying and I don’t think he did either. If it’s that damned hard to express yourself it’s clear you should take up pencil drawing or the Pan flute. I read Arthur Miller too and quickly discerned that he was a really sick bastard and FUBAR.
My favorite writer today is pretty much James Carlos Blake. Some of the best historical fiction I’ve ever read. Try Red Grass River about the Ashley crime family in Florida, early 1900s.
As far that fruitcake male swimmer who thinks he is a female, it would be better if the women who are called to compete against HIM simply refused to swim. His is a hollow victory no matter how he achieves it and either way, he’s a damned disgrace to both sexes.
Anybody besides me want to slap elizabeth warrens face?
Yes, that taco egg was nasty.
social media is for cux and trollops
I prefer my eggs fried and her face smothered in Elie Mystal’s crease.
I don’t like her at all, but I would never be so cowardly as to strike a woman.
snap out of it.
OK-
most abortions are performed on POC.
the abortionists are paid, I assume at some profit.
the fetus, obtained gratis from the “donor”, is processed into saleable components, in turn to more profit.
when will the POC rise to demand a cut?
America is 13 percent black. Aborted babies are 40 percent black. All Democrats favor abortion. Most blacks vote Democrat. Blacks vote for their own genocide. Somewhere a Klansman chuckles.
— Dr. Clayton Forrester (@DrClaytonForre1) March 3, 2022
Anyone else note that was the name of Gene Barry’s character in “War of theWorlds”?
Yep. A great flick too.
I worked on the remake, it was a dog.
Aside, I came within two feet of flattening Tom Cruise with a forklift.
The later version with Cruise was a terrible and stupid movie. The 1953 version was a classic. Why the remake?
Buffet Blitzkriegers are victims of the white male capitalist patriarchy and the coming famine will solve that problem.
Obesity is racist and we must ban forks and spoons for the good of the collective.
The Frankenfood diet is meant to keep the serfs dull, soft, weak.
That Breakfast Art taco sure looks like a fajita flour tortilla. Tacos are made with corn tortillas.
There are no eggs,raw nor cooked,in a taco.
But WEF claims we will eat bug burritos,and we will like it.
Dr Clayton Forrester was reimagined by Trace Beaulieu of MST3k,in a most amusing manner.
Faith and begorrah,Mr O’Neil and Mr V! Methinks ye’ve both had a wee sup of Bushmill’s finest.
Diversified outrages,still to come,by commodious vicus.
Carry on…
Nae Nori, I can’t speak for Vanderleun, but for me it’s John Jameson, not Bushmill’s , though I suspect my diversified outrages are mostly past,
alas.
Jameson for the win. Drank it from a flask when I was in college. Graduated number 1 in my class, Summa Cum Laude.
No eggs in a taco? Who the hell died and made you the Pope of Tacos? An old Tex-Mex cook at my local U. put me hip to barbacoa tacos with a fried egg in ’em, and I’ve never looked back. Here in Texas, we put anything we damn well please in a taco, and no one bats an eyelash.
Oh, and as to that “food art” plate: I’d have done the eggs over easy. But that’s just me.
Mike sed: “Here in Texas, we put anything we damn well please in a taco, and no one bats an eyelash.”
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There ya go, and who can argue with that?
never heard of huevos ranchero?
Make mine a double.
Dear Nori:
Right. Corn tortillas have no eggs in them, and are used in tacos and enchiladas. The Aztecs ate them daily. The Spaniards looked down upon such things as “Indian food” and so introduced the flour tortilla—thus, the burrito. There is a movement in cuisine to make enchiladas with flour tortillas. Such practitioners of this dread art should be whipped.
That Tarrare fellow is an excellent metaphor for the US government: devours more and more of our sustenance, swallows all sorts of offal, stinks from a long way off, no cure possible outside of death, everyone avoids its corpse.
Anyone who claims to love Nature, and then expects Nature to love him in return, knows nothing of that bitch. Red in tooth and claw is just the beginning of understanding. Substituting emotion, illusion and fantasy for reality will get you dead.
The same people who hate Putin hate me.
It’s funny to conflate professional wrestling with politics, but it is wrong. Professional wrestling does not start wars and kill millions.
Biden revealed a bit too much—understandable considering his senile idiocy—about “everyone being blackmailable”. Well, yes. That is certainly true about Biden and the crowd he runs with. Almost everyone who has power and influence in the world—and this includes the world of politics, media and entertainment—has blackmailable information about him possessed by someone else. If you do not know this, you do not understand the world.
Many those foreign mercenaries who volunteered to fight in the Ukraine died without firing a shot. A dark night, a Russian missile, and then nothingness. War is like that. Many of these mercenaries are American veterans with experience in Iraq and Afghanistan. They are used to fighting a war where their side has absolute air superiority, hundreds of armored vehicles, superb logistics and marvelous gadgets. All of this was used against an enemy whose main battle weapon was a Kalashnikov rifle. Now all that is reversed. They have entered Indian Country, and they are the Indians.
The last time the US fought a war against an equal was 77 years ago.
Those ancient Greek theaters were designed so that you could hear the performance equally well from every seat. A whisper on stage could be heard clearly in the back rows. Modern acousticians have not figured out just how the Greeks managed this.
All well said. Nature lovers: the worst people who ever walked this blue Earth. I take a Bob Dylan quote to heart: “I don’t dig nature. You can’t trust it.”
I’m kinda angry at the pope, right now. He just declared the end of the Just War doctrine. Now, if you have “CATHOLIC” written on your dog tags, take off your uniform and go home.
Bergoglio is an antipope; Benedict XVI is still the pope. The same culture wars and madness that have overtaken the world have overtaken the Catholic Church.
Mike Anderson:that would be Pope-Ette,and I have no more right to that title than does the Argentinian communist,Bergoglio.
What a person likes in their taco or burrito is personal taste;the 2 raw eggs staring out of that plate did not whet my appetite. Living in Arizona,Mexican food is ubiquitous,and I can and do make my own tortillas,flour and corn. Mexican cuisine is divine,whether street vendors or fish tacos on the beach.
The bug burrito is a genuine thing,going back to the Aztecs. The Mexican actress Salma Hayek has said she loves chapulines (grasshoppers or crickets) with avocado in a fresh tortilla.
In the Hidalgo area of Mexico,ahuatle (water bug eggs) are a specialty.They’re scraped off the leaves of aquatic plants,dried in the sun,and cooked in a skillet,often with hen eggs.
Yum…
I suspect that both Arizona and Texas will be learning the Joys of Haitian cooking in the coming years,but that’s a whole other topic for discussion.
As for the Irish whiskies,Mr O’Neil and Mr Austin are quite correct;Jameson’s is the finer sipping whiskey,but Bushmill’s will do in a pinch for my famous Irish Whiskey Cake.
Ah, Bergoglio! Not just a commie, but a full-fledged member of Globohomo. If he is pope then Biden is president.
Being half-Mexican I can vouch for your reportage on Mexican cuisine. There are restaurants in the Capital of that Narco-state that serve Aztec meals, which include tarantulas and other delectables. I have seen bushels filled with insects for sale at markets all over Mexico. As for me, just give me rice and beans and chicken enchiladas.
I tended bar on the West Coast for 6 years. The best recipe for Irish Coffee I ever encountered was:
1. First heat up the coffee mug with boiling water. After 10 seconds, dump the water out.
2. Place 1 tablespoon of brown sugar in the mug.
3. Pour in 2 ounces of Jameson over the sugar.
4. Pour in coffee, but not to the brim.
5. Add 1 ounce of Bailey’s.
Enjoy!
All this talk of Jameson’s has me jonesing for something I’ve never (knowingly) had but will soon.
Sorry Nori, I’m on board with 99.9% of your comments but I’m pretty sure, unless dire straits, I will be a dead man before I partake of a bug sandwich.
Sorry Denny,I did’nt mean to imply I’ve ever sampled the grasshoppers or water bug eggs,I have’nt. However,on a couple of occasions while 4-wheeling in an open cockpit Toyota Land Cruiser FJ40,I’ve inadvertently swallowed airborne insects. Not to mention dust and grit.
I survived,but yuck.
Once, when I had the motorcycle, I took a *big* butterfly right to the teeth at about 65 mph. You’d think something that lived on nectar would be sweet.
It wasn’t sweet at all.
JWM
1974. West Texas. Stationed at Webb USAF base in Big Spring. 2 AM. 110 mph on a Kawasaki 750 triple 2-cycle. Hit a bee. Stung me. Did not crash. Face looked for a few days like I had gone a few rounds with Sonny Liston.
Bikes and Bugs. Nothing to recommend in the encounter. Riding through South Dakota in late summer could get dicey. I remember seeing those huge midwestern grasshoppers in the road. Those monsters are easily the size of my index finger. I’ve taken them on a car windshield, and it’s a big messy THWACK, and no fun to clean off. Getting hit in the naked face could damn near take you off the bike. I was lucky. Same with the big dragonflies in Louisiana. Lucky there, too.
JWM
I’d like to get my hands on a salvageable triple.
I’m mature enough now that I don’t think it would kill me.
I had a buddy who had one back in the day. He broke 12 seconds in the quarter mile on it right out of the box. I got to ride the thing once. WOW. It made my 750 Honda feel like the family sedan. Too much fun for me.
JWM
I bored out each cylinder 50cc, and then fitted the bike with expansion chambers. Did the quarter in 11.9 at 113 mph. Topped it off one lazy night in West Texas at 137 mph. Those were the days when I was invincible.
Indeed, it certainly takes a huge amount of “maturity” to constantly refer to others as a “pedo troll.”
Ha – almost did a spit-take reading that. I imagine eating butterfly would mostly give a dusty taste of wing scales, but hope to never find out…
I saw Yul Brenner, in TK&I, on Broadway; it must’ve been the summer of ’77. I bought the ticket with a hefty discount at the MacArthur USO, which was at 45th & Broadway, and I was an E-5. The Siamese soldiers in the first act walked around with their arms at high akimbo – the upper arms at a right angle from the torso and the lower arms straight down. YB was the man.
I saw the same play years or maybe even decades later, in Seattle. It is only memorable because my wife & I saw it together, and possibly the leading actress had a pedigree of some sort.
The film “Taras Bulba”. From a novel by Gogol. Enough said.
I tend to be pretty catholic in my eating habits, if the locals eat something I’ll, usually, at least try it.
I found french fries in Brussels with mayonnaise instead of catsup ain’t at all bad.
Nattō, fermented soy beans, Japanese breakfast, OK.
Muck tuck, raw whale blubber, I found OK eaten outside at twenty or so below. I did find it’s actually quite tasty with a bit of Gray Poupon.
Fried bamboo worms in Thailand aren’t bad. Durian fruit is great but eat it outside and with you on the upwind side.
Boiled caribou dipped in seal oil is fine. The good stuff, oil that’s been stored in the cold hole under the floor for six months, I can politely dip my caribou therein but I much prefer fresh seal oil.
I have to admit, with a very slight regret, I passed on eating stink knuckles when I had a chance. Stink knuckles? Walrus flippers packed in the cold hole, allowed to ferment and covered with blue mold.
There are no Eskimo restaurants, or fast food joints anywhere. Can’t imagine why…
JWM
Same reason there are no English restaurants. Or English trained dentists.
Dear James:
“…if the locals eat something I’ll, usually, at least try it.” Agreed, though sometimes reluctantly. For example:
I stayed with some Quechua Indians while descending the Cotahuasi Canyon, the deepest canyon on earth. They insisted that I share their drink with them, some evil smelling brew they called chicha. It was made by the old and toothless women of the tribe. They would masticate some tubers with their gums, and after a considerable amount of pulp and saliva had accumulated, they would spit the juice in a large bowl. When the bowl was filled it would be placed in the sun for two weeks to ferment. I had to drink it.
Down the hatch.
Sounds like chitlins, of which you do not want to be near during preparation. Upon serving you want to be much further away.
in the Village a belgian man had a bistro, Bruxelle. first I had of pommes frites, arrived in a paper cup, and served in tradition of mustard and mayonaisse.
add a half broiled lemon chicken and any of the huge selection of beer he offered.