“It takes special skill to make it to the Senate. It is one of the best jobs in politics. You do very little, you get massive bribes, and you get to live outside the law. As a result, it is a great job, which means it attracts the worst people in politics.”
H.L. Mencken and Ambrose Bierce would heartily approve.
All captions welcome…
Longtime Reader Newt F sends me the following question:
Yesterday I was online and followed a link to “Top Gun Blogs,” and I was surprised that you weren’t even in the Top 50. Given that a lot of your readers (including me) would think that you should be, why is that?
Thankee for the compliment, but I don’t think that I can call myself a “gun blogger” anymore, and probably lost the appellation when I switched over from the Nation of Riflemen to The Other Side Of Kim; and certainly, this latest manifestation of mine, Splendid Isolation, is even further away.
Although if you click on “The Gun Thing” category on the right hand side of this page, you will find over 90 pages of gun-related posts (about five posts per page, good grief), it’s worth noting that jokes and such (“Funny Stuff”), cars (“Drive Time”) and booze/food (“Food & Drink”) have 80, 30 and 23 pages respectively. Clearly, there’s a lot more than just guns over here, nowadays.
More to the point: volume doesn’t count as much as quality, and I’m not sure that my recent fevered scribblings about guns are even close to the quality of some of my earlier gunny posts.
None of this matters, of course. I have no interest in popularity, nor recognition of my writings. I write for myself, on topics which interest me, and any following I may accrue in so doing is simply a happy concidence.
And you’re all welcome on this back porch of mine. Just mind yer manners, handle yer guns with respect, don’t spit baccy juice on the floor, and all will be well.
Cheers, y’all…
It’s very tempting for me to disqualify all Australian women from Train Smashdom because, well, because Australian.
However, then we’d not be able to feast our eyes on displays such as this year’s Australia Day celebrations:
Of course, this being the modern era, people found something to complain about the event, and they looked pretty much as you’d expect them to look:
…but who cares? Not these folks:
Which just goes to show that not all women Down Under are Train Smash Women.
Happy Australia Day, Over There!!!
While reading The Sun newspaper (so you don’t have to), I was drawn to this little piece about local additions to various fast-food menus all over the world.
No problems with Canuckistan McDonalds offering poutines, of course, as I think there’s probably a law Up There which mandates it:
Oaaaargh I think I just gained a pound looking at those bad boys.
But it’s the offering from KFC Philippines which got me thinking:
Just run with me here for a moment. If that hot dog is the usual bland crap pablum as served to kids as canned Vienna sausages, then ugh. But what if it was a lovely German-style bratwurst or similar, topped with some spicy Senf (mustard) and wrapped in crunchy KFC fried chicken breast?
I’d order it as my last meal, with some proper (not McDonalds) Canucki poutines.
And yes I know, with all that fat it probably would be my last meal. But I have a suspicion that it would truly be a taste to die for.
I think I’m going to make one for myself (once again, so y’all don’t have to), just to see how it works out.
Nom nom nom.
News so horrible, you’ll need a barf bag. Don’t believe me?
and: 
…let the public floggings begin.
…at some point, people just get sick of petty-minded officialdom, don’t they?
…good for you, Mum. If only there were another 100,000 like you…
…and quite rightly so.
…and I’ll take “Republican members of Congress” for $400, Alex.
From the Dept. of Covidiocy:
…I’m fine with that, but only if we substitute “college professors” for “anti-maskers”.
In other news:
…yeah, that’s going to work out well. Still, better in Massachusetts than in Texas.
…why is this chubby little fuck not yet swinging from a rope for treason? And speaking of which:
…unfortunately, it’s just his portrait.
And now, INSIGNIFICA:
Train Smash Update:
…and from the article: 
Finally, this (with sincere apologies):
…one has to wonder exactly how less-thin she was before.
Here’s an antidote to the above:
