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Friday, June 10, 2011

AND WE HAVE A WIENER!!!!

PISSED wins the caption contest hands down, folks. Damn, he's a sharp-witted motherfucker.

"She has the name of her favorite congressman on the tip of her tongue"

His blog is The Feral Irishman and you can find it here. Please pay him a visit, boost his readership and tell him Wirecutter sent you.

Thanks for all of you that cleared your alcohol and weed fogged brains to take a minute to send in a caption - and some of them were really good - and a special thanks again to Claymore for sending that picture in.
I gotta admit, I really enjoyed reading your comments.
Thanks again,
KennyLane

Wednesday, June 08, 2011

Shoulda thought about this one a little more.....




































-Yolo

Caption this.......

My first ever caption contest.......
So many thoughts come to mind, none of them wholesome or printable even on my blog. Except one and I'll post that in the comments after I announce the winner.
First place wins an honorable mention and a link to your blog if you run one.
Second place? There are no second place winners - if you ain't first, you lose.
And I'd like to thank Claymore for sending this in - you gotta love a motherfucker named Claymore, don't you?



From the mouths of babes

  I was eating lunch on the 20th of February with my 10-year-old granddaughter and I asked her, "What day is tomorrow?"
She said "It's President's Day!" She is a smart kid.
I asked "What does President's Day mean?" I was waiting for something about Washington or Lincoln ... etc.
She replied, "President's Day is when President Obama steps out of the White House, and if he sees his shadow we have one more year of unemployment."
You know, it hurts when hot coffee spurts out your nose......


-John
http://writeontheright.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, June 07, 2011

So I'm ahead a can of dogfood tonight

CharlieGodammit brought a dead squirrel into the house tonight and I didn't notice until he started cracking its' little head. He's over in the corner snoring, and burpin and fartin after his snack. I didn't have to feed him tonight but I wish he'd eat his critters outside.

No more drugs for you, man.

Your Hump-day cutie

And a Camel Toe for the ladies.......

And you still haven't gotten laid......

Gotta be California (again)

Three Percenters

Anybody that's hit my blogroll knows I carry a few blogs that might be construed as Survivalist or anti-government. Given the current state of affairs of our Nation and the attitudes of our nanny government as well as the rising threat from the mid-east, I appreciate the effort these folks have put into educating my Okie ass.
In my mind, our biggest threat to our way of life comes from our own government, both democrats and republicans. I've always maintained that a democrat is probably the more honest of the two parties - at least they let you know up front what they're about. Republicans on the other hand have showed time and time again that they make great promises, but end up lying their asses off to keep their cushy jobs in government. Of course, there are exceptions to this. I'll admit right now that Gary Condit was one of my favorite politicians - he was a conservative democrat from my hometown, rose from mayor of Ceres to Congress, I've met him and know his family from way back. As a matter of fact, his daddy preached my Granddad's funeral a few months back. On the other hand, the Congressman that represents our district now is a republican (can you say RINO?) and I wouldn't cross the street to spit on his sorry ass.
But I'm wandering......

Okay, back to the government. I live in Kalifornia. When I checked a couple of years ago, my state had 54 pages in PDF form of gun laws. By contrast, Montana had TWO. Granted, those are State laws, but it's no secret that more federal gun laws are in the works to disarm us. The Obamessiah is trying to pack the Supreme Court with liberal judges and I truly believe it's just a matter of time until our 2nd Amendment will be falsely interpreted and large scale gun confiscation will begin - a general disarming of the American People.
When the 2nd Amendment falls, the 1st will follow, then you'll have the domino effect. Our 2nd protects the rest of the Bill of Rights.
When that happens, there will be a revolution, a revolt. It won't be a mass uprising because most of our citizens are sheeple. Sheep. Meek and mild. Following the shepherd of the government.
But there are the 3 percent.
Below is an explanation of the meaning is of the Three Percenters that I stole (borrowed) from a site that I visit often, Sipsey Street Irregulars
I wanted to give my explanation of the Three Percenters, but this blog does it better than I ever could.
My question to you now, knowing that most of my readers (with the exception of the muslims that use it to beat off to my Camel Toe posts) are gun owners and conservative, is this: Are you, in your heart and soul, a Three Percenter, one of the 10% of the supporters or just one of the flock?
You don't have to answer in a comment (if I wasn't on a watch list before, I am now - no sense in you joining me) but ask yourself and be brutally honest.
Keep in mind I am not in any way advocating an overthrow of our government - just saying we can only be pushed so far


What is a "Three Percenter"?

During the American Revolution, the active forces in the field against the King's tyranny never amounted to more than 3% of the colonists. They were in turn actively supported by perhaps 10% of the population. In addition to these revolutionaries were perhaps another 20% who favored their cause but did little or nothing to support it. Another one-third of the population sided with the King (by the end of the war there were actually more Americans fighting FOR the King than there were in the field against him) and the final third took no side, blew with the wind and took what came.

Three Percenters today do not claim that we represent 3% of the American people, although we might. That theory has not yet been tested. We DO claim that we represent at least 3% of American gun owners, which is still a healthy number somewhere in the neighborhood of 3 million people. History, for good or ill, is made by determined minorities. We are one such minority. So too are the current enemies of the Founders' Republic. What remains, then, is the test of will and skill to determine who shall shape the future of our nation.

The Three Percent today are gun owners who will not disarm, will not compromise and will no longer back up at the passage of the next gun control act. Three Percenters say quite explicitly that we will not obey any further circumscription of our traditional liberties and will defend ourselves if attacked. We intend to maintain our God-given natural rights to liberty and property, and that means most especially the right to keep and bear arms. Thus, we are committed to the restoration of the Founders' Republic, and are willing to fight, die and, if forced by any would-be oppressor, to kill in the defense of ourselves and the Constitution that we all took an oath to uphold against enemies foreign and domestic.

We are the people that the collectivists who now control the government should leave us alone if they wish to continue unfettered oxygen consumption. We are the Three Percent. Attempt to further oppress us at your peril. To put it bluntly, leave us the hell alone. Or, if you feel froggy, go ahead AND WATCH WHAT HAPPENS.

Doh!!!!!

Scores of protected golden eagles have been dying each year after colliding with the blades of about 5,000 wind turbines along the ridgelines of the Bay Area’s Altamont Pass Wind Resource Area, raising troubling questions about the state’s push for alternative power sources.
The death count, averaging 67 a year for three decades, worries field biologists because the turbines, which have been providing thousands of homes with emissions-free electricity since the 1980s, lie within a region of rolling grasslands and riparian canyons containing one of the highest densities of nesting golden eagles in the United States.
“It would take 167 pairs of local nesting golden eagles to produce enough young to compensate for their mortality rate related to wind energy production,” said field biologist Doug Bell, manager of East Bay Regional Park District’s wildlife program. “We only have 60 pairs.”
- http://thedaleygator.wordpress.com/

*****

I work within sight of hundreds if not thousands of those ugly-ass windmills, but I gotta truthfully say I have never seen a Golden Eagle in that area before or after they were erected. Not doubting the reports, just saying I haven't seen any.
Oh well. The expression that comes to mind on this one is "If ya wanna play, ya gotta pay".

Monday, June 06, 2011

Life in Jimtown

A 22-year-old Jamestown man faces a charge of assault with a deadly weapon for an attack that comes out of an Old West movie.

Jeremy Burk is accused of hitting a bartender over the head with a whiskey bottle in a restaurant Friday night.
According to the Tuolumne County Sheriff’s Office, deputies were called to the Willow steakhouse just after 9 p.m. Witnesses told them Burk, a customer, was drunk and refused to leave when asked. He did leave, then came back a half-hour later and asked for a drink.
Bartender James Frazier refused to serve Burk and again asked him to leave. Burk walked out the front door, came back in through a side door and attacked Frazier when his back was turned, a sheriff’s news release said. He allegedly punched Frazier several times, then hit him over the head with the bottle, shattering it.
Customers helped the bartender and kicked Burk out of the bar. Frazier refused medical treatment; deputies tracked down Burk and arrested him.
-www.modbee.com

*****

Fuck, I've drank at the Willow several times - nice historical saloon and restaurant in the hotel - and never saw anything like that there. They usually reserved that shit for the Rawhide Saloon down the road. Which reminds me of a story:
I was drinking in the Rawhide (a typical cowboy honkytonk now closed) just down the road one night about 25 years ago when two local patrons got into an argument and decided to go outside and shoot it out. Naturally the whole saloon crowd followed them out to place bets and watch the fun.
Both of them stood about 25 feet apart and on a signal, both drew their revolvers and emptied them at each other. Not only did both of them survive unwounded, but there wasn't a single bystander or pickup in the entire parking lot hit.
When I left an hour or 3 later, both "gunfighters" were at the bar with their arms around each other pledging their undying love and friendship to one another.
Gotta love them old mining towns......

Yes, my darling ex, I spent MY money on myself

The following is an excerpt from an email that I sent to Woody last night describing most of my weekend. I was going to re-type it for y'all, but I'm a lazy fucker.
I'm not a survivalist but I do believe in being prepared for the unexpected - be it a natural disaster, a man-made catastrophe or the the Feds kicking in my door for badmouthing the Obamessiah.
 
*****
 
Picked up an ALICE pack, a new poncho liner and some MREs at Crescent Supply yesterday. With the 20% sale and my store credits (for returned merchandise) it cost me a 20 dollar bill.
Today I went to Sports Authority and picked up some freeze dried food (MREs suck) and while I was there saw a camo tarp on sale marked down from $24 to $12.99 and a BAD ASS emergency weather monitor marked down to $19 from $49.99. With my store coupons I walked out another 20 dollar bill lighter AND they gave me another $10 coupon at the register and another 10 bucks to download off the internet because I'm such a great guy.
These fuckers are going to break my bank account.
I had no intention of putting together a survival kit, but I packed that ruck with a change of clothes, a water filtration system, 4 days worth of food, personal hygiene package (especially toilet paper, can't forget that), a first aid kit, gun cleaning kit, camp stove and fuel, cook pot, 100' of 550 cord, poncho liner, and other assorted shit, strapped my tent to the top and my sleeping bag on the bottom, then packed 500 rounds of assorted ammo and my night vision in a first aid bag. The whole thing comes in at about 40 pounds is all, even lighter if I can train CGD to carry part of the load.
Fuck Obama.
Man, it's raining like a motherfucker out there. But I knew it was gonna happen with my high-speed emergency weather monitor....
-KL

Yeah, whatever.

Dick shots, Twitter and my opinion.

Rep. Anthony Weiner of New York said today he has engaged in "several inappropriate" electronic relationships with six women over three years, and that he publicly lied about a photo of himself sent over Twitter to a college student in Seattle over a week ago.
http://abcnews.go.com/Politics/rep-anthony-weiner-picture/story?id=13774605

*****

Are you fucking kidding me?
He sends a compromising photo of himself and then lies about it?
First of all, he's a democratic member of the House (not that it's something to be proud about), he sends revealing photos of himself through Twitter, lies about it and then refuses to resign.
And he thinks he's in a position to represent his constituents? Fuck me running, if his own WIFE can't trust him, how can he expect the people he represents to? Seriously. He made a vow, a solemn promise to both of them.

Let me just say this:
I have never sent anybody a photo like that of myself - at least not while sober and can recall it - and I was brought up to admit my wrongs. If this sorry motherfucker can't do that, he is no position to represent a dog shitting in my yard, much less a congressional district.
But what the hell, he probably voted for the Obamessiah......