Category Archives: Blogosphere

Stuff Black People Like

Get educated. Hell, get churched, as Cobb might have said, but didn’t. Classic stuff here. A fun read.

Climate Debate Daily

Global warming threat or global warming bamboozle? Get both sides of the alleged anthropogenic issue, daily. I like this new site by two New Zealand professors so much that I blogrolled it. It’s the very thing the poltroonish MSM should be giving us, but, having pretty much come down on the threat side, can’t be trusted to do it consistently.

Morphing beauty

I like this intriguing look at how beauty in women is ever the same, even while different. It’s about Hollyweird actresses, but we won’t let that bother us. Especially not when most of them are the classic ones. I filed it under science, because it’s really about genetics.

Via Instapundit 

The multicult

91  Sharia is Englishe as tea and scones,

92  So everybody muste get stoned.

93  The pilgryms shuffled for the door

94  To face the rule of the Moor;

95  Poets, Professors, Starbucks workers

96  Donning turbans, veils and burqqas.

97  As they face theyr fynal curtan

98  Of Englande folk, one thynge is certan:

99  Dying by theyr own thousande cuts,

100  The Englande folk are folking nuts.

101 BURMA SHAVE

From Iowahawk’s brilliant, fractured Chaucer: The Tale of the Asse-Hatte

Food for thought, etc.

My eyes have been bothering me lately. Getting old. Maybe I need to eat more carrots.

"A sliced Carrot looks like the human eye. The pupil, iris and radiating lines look just like the human eye…and science shows that carrots greatly enhance blood flow to and function of the eyes."

These kind of forwardings around the Web usually just get deleted. But I read this one.

Via Hodgepodge from the Geranium Farm 

Anti-Jihadi comic book

Artist John Cox, of Cox & Forkum fame, brings the war on Islamic facism to the world of comic books. Matamoros is not Captain America, fortunately, but it’s just as accessible. Maybe more so. I’ve ordered my copy. Matamoros, by the way, is Spanish for Moor-slayer.

“See Rock City”

There was a time, long ago in my vanished youth, when I would see these words painted in white on the sides of old barns on major arterial roads all over the South and as far north as Illinois. Dew on the Kudzu reminded me of it in a piece on the aging tourist attraction on Lookout Mountain, TN. The mountain, with its Lover’s Leap, drew my paternal grandparents on their Chattanooga honeymoon in the winter of 1904. I know because I still have a little sewing kit with a yellowed plastic cover over a fading colored paper insert on the top that my grandmother kept as a souvenir. Rock City opened later, in 1932, and it’s still trying to keep up with the times. Most of its painted ads have also vanished as the old barns have fallen down, but the place now has a Website, and a Webcam. Looks overcast this morning, up there in the clouds.