Tag Archives: Mouth of the Brazos

Crimea river

Just can’t get excited about Russia’s pending annexation of Crimea. Do wish Lurch wasn’t so free with the billions of our tax money, handing it over to Kiev where the political corruption makes Chicago’s look juvenile. Not to mention the anti-Semitism.

Even Spengler can’t get outraged: “There isn’t going to be a war over Ukraine. There isn’t even going to be a crisis over Ukraine. We will perform our ritual war-dance and excoriate the Evil Emperor, and the result would be the same if we had sung ‘100 Bottles of Beer on the Wall’ on a road trip to Kalamazoo. Worry about something really scary, like Iran.”

Did Lurch get congressional approval for the dispensation, or was that another of Wormtongue’s executive decrees? Who gave him that big of a kitty?

Nor can I get worked up about Wormtongue’s alleged lack of ‘nads on the subject. Bush Jr. didn’t call out the 82nd AD over Georgia in ’08, either. In fact, the ongoing downsizing of the American military is going to make such adventurism harder and harder.

Thankfully, maybe. Unless Monsieur Putin decides to annex Poland, it’s probably for the best. The world policeman gig is old and no longer very appealing to right or left hereabouts.

Via Simply Jews & Mouth of the Brazos.

Gender studies

Reading a post by J.D. over at Mouth of the Brazos about his hunt for a new stove reminded me of a curious encounter with gender politics last month.

The ice-maker in our 13-year-old fridge started producing not cubes of ice but giant icebergs by apparently leaking water onto cubes already made. After removing several of the bergs with much chopping and cursing, I figured Mrs. C. would insist on a new fridge though we’ve had no other problems with the thing.

She surprised me when she didn’t say any such thing, but went and found the replacement ice-maker online and then, wonder of wonders, installed it by herself. Only the cover was upside down. I knew it wasn’t wise but I couldn’t resist pointing it out. I tried to back-fill by insisting that it was a minor matter and I would never mention it again.

She fixed it. Looks like I’m going to be in complete retirement soon.

Revelations

Try this English vocabulary and pronunciation survey and see if it doesn’t place you accurately in a specific region of the country: It put me in the Deep South, specifically Alabama, with a bit of Georgia thrown in.

I would have thought my military upbringing would have Midwesternized me more, but I guess not. With parents from Mississippi and Texas, I suppose it was inevitable I wouldn’t talk like people in the Midwest.

Of course if English is your second or even third language, like Mr. Goon, the placement won’t be accurate except to show you which region’s patois you have ingested.

Via Mouth of the Brazos.

Lest we forget

The Miriam Carey Mystery.

Almost three months after the young mother was murdered by D.C. Secret Service and Capitol Police—victim of a police chase and let’s-all-shoot-together frenzy—we discover that she may have been innocent of any wrongdoing at all.

The police report (at the links above) also lied about how she died. It claims she was shot while in her car and “along with an uninjured child” was “removed from the vehicle.” All news media reports have said she got out of the car and ran and was gunned down, unarmed, by the police.

Yet the local liberal rag, the WaPo, not to mention Wormtongue’s “justice” department, apparently have conducted no investigation. They have simply swept poor, black Miriam Carey down the memory hole, like a piece of garbage.

Like the actor always said on the Hollywood cop show: Be careful out there.

Via Mouth of the Brazos.

UPDATE:  The WaPo, very uncharacteristically for a supposedly premier news organization, even if it does tend to be a Democrat house organ, pens an editorial that they are waiting for the cops and prosecutors to decide whether appropriate force was used against Carey. Why not do their own investigation? What are they afraid of?

Obama is my sheppard, I shall not work

Obama is my Shepherd; I shall not work.

He maketh me to lie down and watch Oprah:

He leadeth me beside the still factories.

He restoreth my bling:

He leadeth me in the paths of idleness for Barack’s name sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the sharing of the wealth, I will fear no workfare: For thou art funding me;

Thy lies and thy blade, they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of people who actually produce;

Thou annointest my teeth with gold;

My pipe runneth over.

Surely rebates and Earned Income Credits shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the House of the Obama forever.

Snort.

Via Mouth of the Brazos.

Rule 5: Helicopter hottie

One of the better email forwards I’ve ever received, this one from J.D. over at Mouth of The Brazos. I want to believe this is one of the Obozo court media embarking for another bit of suck-up stenography, but I have to admit I never saw one this striking in 35 years in the biz, nor quite in this way, of course. Except in fantasy. Ah, fantasy. Life’s recurring, ennobling pleasure.

Viagra is a scam

Public exposure, so to speak, is always delicate (I’m not talking about Weiner and his magic tallywhacker here) but, face it, someone has to do it. And J.D. over at the Mouth of the Brazos has come mighty close:

“If these products are so great, I will buy any or all of them, on the condition that they show on screen a wore-out, obese, old fart with diabetes and high blood pressure and heart disease with a rock-hard phallus ramming it into one of those chicks.”

Allow me to, as it were, go all the way there: In my experience, having reached the Psalmist’s three score and ten, Viagra and its clones are a scam. All I got from the big V was a headache and dizziness. Much more likely to work are 1) going on a low-to-zero carb diet, 2) quitting smoking and 3) exercising daily. Not that I really care to try two or three.