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Monthly Archives: August 2017
T -30 hours: We depart Curmudgeon Compound in Mrs. Curmudgeon’s hatchback. Due to her influence we’re on time (my “give a shit” about schedules has stopped working). The car is great but I miss my big diesel security blanket. If … Continue reading
T -08 days: I have a plan, a hard-target, non-negotiable deadline imposed by the universe, and hotel reservations (I usually don’t do reservations to anything). Therefore, my truck, the Death Wobble Express, decides it needs an infusion of money. T … Continue reading
T -12 days: Mrs. Curmudgeon reports God himself couldn’t get a hotel in that area. She also reports she is not a kid anymore and only idiots sleep on the dirt at our age. Plus, there are no open campsites … Continue reading
T -40 days: The press indicates a celestial event will happen in August. Suuuure. I’ll believe it when I see it. They’re wrong about everything lately. If the press said fish swim in the ocean I’d expect tuna to start … Continue reading
I’ll be busy staring at the sun all day. Rather than a regular post I’ll leave you with Dave Barry who has all the answers: Q. What will I experience during the eclipse? A. It will get dark.
Watch this: Motorcyclists attacking a sugar truck because they’re starving. That’s some Mad Max shit right there! (Hat tip to Moonbattery.) I remember when Hugo Chavez was elected. It was a train wreck in slow motion and I couldn’t look … Continue reading
I’ve dimly registered the press’ thundering blovation about last week’s protest (complete with photogenic mayhem and injury) in Charlottesville. In my last post I shrugged it off. “Nitwits in face masks are hitting each other with sticks at the base of … Continue reading
Last Friday a bunch of people from Team A got permits, traveled to a location, and marched around. They were met by a bunch of people from Team B, who did not get a permit, but traveled to the same … Continue reading
Won’t someone think of the children!