Spring isn’t yet warm enough to sail or ride motorcycles. In the meantime, here’s something fun to watch.
Tippers are more attractive to the opposite sex and their chainsaws always start on the first pull. The links are below. Thanks.
Bat Signal
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Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
“Coimhéad fearg fhear na foighde”
Beware of the anger of a patient man.
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.
Tree Mike
OOOoohh SHIT!!! I’m far right!!
It’s probably because I was adopted by extremist, right wing, racist, Irish dad and 1st Nation mom! FFAAAAACCKK!!
I’m dooomed…but happy, that was a great little jig for my rush hour run into Nashville for a minor cancer thing removal. Part of the price I pay that for work outside my whole life, Yt privileged thing.
Good luck with the medical stuff. And yes by now anyone this side of Trotsky is far right and on a list. Me too.
I call ’em (((The Lists))). I think you’re right. Pretty sure my repeated stops by here keeps ratcheting up OUR priority. Sorry or you’re welcome, depending on how you look at that.
I’m a high drag, low speed, old guy in the sticks of Tennessee, that’s my primary defense. My screen name, before it was disappeared, was Tree Mike: ef bee eye code name Foghorn Leghorn. I say shit to keep the AI and algos kicking my posts up the ladder until a hoomon has to pass judgement on it. Is that even one grain of sand? Think if everyone did that instead of trying to be the grey man.
Thanks for your site, getting to live through someone else’s (miss?) experiences is a good thing.
Oh yea! I had mohs surgery for Squamous(?) or Basal cell cancer at the inside corner of my eye, nose. They got it all, allegedly, had a hot shot cutie doctor, plastic surgeon close me up when the cancer doc was done. The VA sent me next door to Vanderbilt, no complaints Not a big deal in the overall scheme of things. I’m a fortunate fellow
Tree Mike.
I love when I say something and the reply is “What are you, racist (or a bigot, homophobic, anti-semitic, nazi, eco-fascist, commie, trump-lover, trump-hater, whatever)?”
A wry smile that slowly gets bigger while staring deep into their head-windows (rarely a soul there) usually unnerves they/them enough to wilt and scurry.
It seems most people absolutely can’t stand being stared at, very few will match one.
We’re ALL Bozos on this bus!!
Oh, I meant…. RAAAAAAAACIST…