Blogging has always been fun.  It’s fairly easy for me to write about, well, anything, and when all else fails, there’s always this:


…or this:

In these times, however — the times that try men’s souls (to coin a phrase) — there seems little incentive to pass comment about what just happened to us, and what is likely to happen to us.  All I feel is sullen rage, resentment and a burning desire to bite the head off a rattlesnake.

I wish sometimes that I could be a Lefty, and take to the streets, burn shit down and in general act like a 10-year-old child;  but I can’t do that.  The very thought of causing destruction to innocent people’s property, or beating people up in the streets, or doing any of that crap that the Left are so fond of doing when they feel aggrieved — well, I’m not going to do any of it.  Futile gestures are not my thing.

But at the same time, I feel like I’m living in some kind of hellish limbo.  I know, this is no doubt how the Left felt after Hillary Clinton lost;  but the difference is that while Trump was never going to put homosexuals into concentration camps, or overturn Roe v. Wade, or start deporting people en masse, there is every reason to suspect that the new crop of Lefties really are going to raise our taxes, try to confiscate our guns, muzzle our voices and fuck up our economy under the guise of “saving the planet” or some such bullshit.

So please forgive me if over the next few days or so the quality of this blog seems to head downhill, wherein I seem to be just mailing it in instead of giving it the gas.

Normal service will resume shortly, probably with even more invective and loathing than before.  Right now, however, I just feel like tying George Soros to a chair and beating him to death with a baseball bat.

And I may just reconfigure this blog somewhat, with a new, less self-pitying name.  Watch this space, and content yourself with this thought:


  1. Go volunteer to work for your local congresscritter or senator, even if he/she/it is a stupid leftist loon.

    At the very least you’ll have a chance to influence the loon, maybe you’ll help the loon see the light and at best you’ll keep or create a freedom loving congressional or senatorial vote.

    1. Not a chance in Hell — Just remember that when they say “reconcile” – ” reach across the alise” – “Come together” or any of the other catch phrases , what they mean is you have to agree with them. There is no compromise or changing their mind , or influencing or reasoning with Power Mad Zealots.

      Just to demonstrate what’s coming down the road. Democratic Senator Ron Wyden is floating the idea that there should be a new Tax on Unrealized Capital Gains – In other words a Tax on imaginary profits that don’t exist yet. OK you say — That’s just another wacko trial Balloon from some gonzo leftist. The problem is that Wyden is the Top Ranking member of the Tax Committee.

      I only hope that one of our spineless Senators points out the State and federal pensions all qualify as ” Unrealized Capital Gains”.

      1. I never expected that anyone would think I was suggesting working for a Democrat.

        My thought was working for Republican, maybe a strong one to help or a wobbly one to lend him strength.

        But the possibilities arising from getting close to a Democrat are intriguing, no?

  2. Work? WORK????

    Clearly, you have not yet grasped the meaning of the word “retirement”.

    1. True, true.
      The Néw Wife, who is 13 years young than I, thinks she is doing me a favor my encouraging me to get a job.

      I showed her an advert for the position of Talent Manager, at the Platinum Rhino Gentleman’s Club out by the airport.

      Subject hasn’t come up again.

  3. Never give them the satisfaction of thinking that they’ve won. St Paul said it this way: “We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.”

  4. Not sure just where I am this morning. Deep, sullen anger, burning like a really bad ulcer. I spent the day yesterday disconnecting from “friends” and family who have been such pains in the ass these past four years. They’re ignorant, I’d tell myself, or they’re greedy and want more of the government handouts. Maybe it was all those drugs. Since November I’ve come to realize that they are just evil. Plain and simple, they are the spawn of the dark lord, and there is no place for them in my life.

    Reconcile, they tell us. Re-unite, come together. In a pig’s ass!

    I will set them adrift on their stormy seas, and hope they end up on the rocks. I will take the time I used to waste trying to change their minds, and I will go sit on my patio and marvel at the wonders of January in Arizona.

    I will consider where I go from here, I will have a drink or two, and I will move on. I hope all y’all will do the same.

    1. I’m with Murphy.
      Done arguing.
      Done trying to explain or convince.
      I/We are not in charge and probably won’t be for the remainder of my lifetime.
      My standard of life will most likely deteriorate.
      I will need to work until I die. (Retirement? RETIREMENT??)

      I’m ok.
      No more trying to be civil and understanding.
      No more trying to save their “feelings”.
      Poke me at your own peril.

      …and January in Arizona ain’t too bad.

      1. A few lines from “Starry, Starry Night” by Don McClain
        They would not listen,
        They’re not listening still.

        Perhaps they never will.

  5. Here – retired, driving a new Miata, have LOTS of ammo, and a loyal wife. I’m OK for the foreseeable future as long as the Dims don’t fuck up the economy too badly.

    And yeah, a new Ferrari might be better, but the Miata is DOABLE, and mine. 🙂

  6. I’m right there with you. Gloom and pessimism amplified by everything I read, everyone I talk to, everywhere I look. It makes me want to crawl in a hole and ignore everything.

    But I’ll wake up each day, go to work, come home and have a bourbon, visit with my wife, and go to bed again. And I’ll do it with the realization that there is no reconciliation possible, no unity, no commonality with those hell-bent on destroying America.

    My one over-riding fear is that they’ll cross some line (after all the other red lines they’ve already crossed) and we’ll be too busy just trying to get by each day to even notice. Short of a shooting war or secession, we are now just survivors in occupied territory.

  7. First things first, Kim: Shame on you. You really should know better. George Soros deserves a death far more painful and protracted than can be obtained via the mere application of a sporting stick. Or even a helicopter.

    Anyway, most all of us share the same glowering, simmering outrage at what has happened to our beloved nation. And so we need to channel that into action. Obviously this won’t be directed towards property damage or physical assaults; our reluctance if not outright refusal to do so is one of the many things that make us better than the Leftists.

    I’m talking about a Tea Party 2.0 (but it needs a better name than that) that isn’t just focused on the next election but is prepared to spend AT LEAST the next 20 years raising hell at city council and county commission meetings, to say nothing of school and election boards. It was nice to have Donald Trump (PBUH) in the White House but he’s gone. And the reasons for his premature departure won’t be undone from the top down but from the bottom up. Our forefathers built this country, we’ll have to re-build it.

  8. There is no doubt in my miniature military mind things are going to go downhill and rapidly. That being said, there’s also no doubt I, as an individual, have very little ability to stop it. So I shall just plug along until they turn Gropey into a martyr, either by legal means or Epsteining his delusional ass, and coronate Her Puppetness.

    I have zero faith in any of our elected criminals at any level right down to the North Pole, AK (pop. 1500) city council, and even less in our electoral processes. We’re not voting our way out of this nightmare nor the next one. This once proud nation has devolved into the laughingstock of the global community and we, The People, let it happen. Who’s to blame? Look in the mirror, my friend.

  9. Please please please be careful with the baseball bat talk. Never can tell if it’ll get you in some sort of database if you aren’t already. We’re about to see things get very sinister.

  10. Last night my wife and I participated in this presentation on Zoom–

    We very much enjoyed it. Mr. Atkinson has a great depth of knowledge combined with keen sense of humor. A comparison of current events to past history couldn’t help but creep in at times. Mr Atkinson did this artfully while keeping politics out. He posed an interesting question to the audience–

    “Today, what cause would you give up everything for?”. Your house, pension, job, possessions, everything.

    “Get on your machine gun”.


  11. I’ve been pushing PINOCHET 2024 for a couple of weeks now. Waiting for the sporks to show up any time now.

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