Archive for November, 2012

Mitchell may predict doom and strife over remodeling but this is going well.

Downstairs the ceiling was due to fail.  It got some attention.


Upstairs (our new room) the walls and ceiling needed to go so we could put in insulation behind the lath and plaster – and that cheap shitty particleboard they put over the top of it.  It’s awful stuff.

Spaced Diode is going to come over Saturday and let me do all the work but he’ll tell me what to hook up to what in order to have my house not burn down.  Yes, it looks like a scene from HellRaiser.  We’ll put a few switches in on another circuit, drop a junction box, and destroy as much as we can get our hands on.

Here is Melody Song, lookin bigger badder and rougher than ever before – 2-1/2 lbs of pure ass-kicking dynamite. Yes, she steals from the bigger cats (15lbs and 14lbs) while they are eating.  She knows she’s got them cowed.   My nickname for Melody is is LBB (Little Black Bitch).

Ferrofluid, which I saw up close and personal and am going to make when I am able…

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Where in the hell is Lemur King?

Busy.  Work has been busy but it is my turn in the barrel for home improvement time.

No, I have not had my testicles gnawed off by rabid weasels.  I have not undergone dramatic reassignment surgery to become Lemura Queen.  I have not been abducted and probed by aliens.  I am not starring in any movies that utilize inflatable sheep.  (thanks to CW for correcting the “gnawed off” omission of the word “not“).

Home remodeling on top of stressful work days plus two kids… I just don’t have the brainpower.

I do have some pics to post tomorrow night – foods, remodel stuff, cat updates.  All the usual shi… I mean… stuff.

Until tomorrow night…

Addendum:  It should be said that while I am at work, CW is doing a huge amount of the heavy lifting on the home remodel – moving stuff to/from rooms, cutting through lath/plaster the hard way (read: w/o a recip saw), moving stuff out to the yard and driveway, vacuuming, etc.  HUGE amount of stuff.

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Merry Thanksgiving.


We’re having beef and turkey tamales.  From scratch.  Lard, masa, meat, corn husks, and hot steam.  The real way.


I don’t know where Cruel Wife found this and I’m not about to ask.  Crypto-Taxidermists are bizarre folk and I don’t want to know if she knows ’em.


Artificial eye lenses, but not the way we’ve done them for years.


Stopping projectiles is a holy grail of sorts.

Not that shaped charges care much when it comes to larger rounds but when it comes to small-arms stuff this is pretty cool from the personal protection standpoint – and making it lighter weight is a bonus if you are on the move.


Remember, your life could be far stranger than it is now.


Ex-teacher says school officials told her to ‘train’ her breasts to not make milk at work.  This makes as much sense as telling Johnny to train his testes to lay off the sperm while going all the way with Suzie in the back of his GTO parked up by the lake after a few bottles of enhanced wine coolers.

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Good Grief #379

Today was flu shot day for the kids.

They both have kind of an issue about getting shots so I called upon Daddy Prophylactic Maneuver #379, the threat of Dire Consequences should any bullsh*t be shoveled in the doctor’s office.  Driving down the road I used that captive audience forum so favored by fathers everywhere.

Kids, listen up… If I hear even one little bit of hassle in the doctor’s office when it comes time for your flu shot, I will immediately negate any and all chore money you have stored up over the last week.  I will flat-out take it away and there will be zero chance to earn it back.  The brief sting of a shot is far far easier than a full bout of the flu.  Even if you don’t mind getting the flu, your mom and I aren’t interested in the notion of taking care of you for a week for something that can be prevented.


We got into the doctor’s office and Hacker Boy was a compliant and helpful boy and even relaxed perfectly.  Didn’t even grimace over it.

Lemurita on the other hand, dove for the corner of the room saying “I don’t want your shot.  You can’t make me.  I won’t do it.”

I took the stern tack again. “Lemurita, you are going to get this shot.  It is for your own good.  Hacker Boy didn’t feel a thing.  It’s not that bad.  You’re still going to get it.  Fight this and you will lose your $6.00 chore money and you will still get that shot.  We can do this the hard way or we can do this the easy way, it is going to happen either way, so the amount of pain and suffering is up to you.”

She agreed to come over and sit on my lap but then changed her mind immediately after sitting down.  Instantly I had my arms around her to prevent her gazelle-like flight.

Then it got pretty awful bad.


And punctuating her every word was violent thrashing and whipping of her head.  The nurse left for a bit for us to get her calmed down and her arm shirt-free.  We had to forcibly get her arm out of her shirt.  By now, I had each of her wrists, right wrist in my left hand, left wrist in my right hand, both legs around her, and my head was up against the back of her neck so she could not pop my teeth or nose with the head-whips.

I said reasonably quietly and calmly, “You already lost your $6.00 but you’re still getting this shot.”

She started bucking even harder – full-body undulations.  The force of her movements moved me and the chair.


“Relax or the shot will actually hurt, and yes, you are still getting it.  No your arm isn’t broken.  Now just relax.”  I manacled her wrists and pulled her arms tight against her sides to minimize the flailing.

In went the needle with a quick jab.

Shot done.

Bit more kicking and screaming and hollering went on and then stopped as she realized that struggling after the shot just seemed silly.

We walked out to the car.  I told her that I wasn’t embarrassed by her behavior but that she probably should be.

“I don’t care,” she said.

“Okay.  I’m okay with that.”

We rode home in utter silence.  Not a word was spoken.  I had traction control turned off

As we pulled into the driveway she said

And Dad, I don’t feel any grief about the $6.00.

There is no doubt that it was the equivalent of a sneer and two extended middle fingers.

I laughed so hard I think I pissed her off a bit.

Cruel Wife looked at me and said “If you had even a tiny bit of doubt that she’s your daughter, it should no longer exist.  She is your girl.”

Apparently that is a classic trait of my personality, to tell someone to f*ck right off even if it destroys me in the process of doing it.  One time I was fired and re-hired in the space of ten minutes.  I was in the right but my handling of it could have been better.

I’m so proud of Lemurita’s wording when she’s pissed off.  She is going to be such a force to be reckoned with.

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Riots ensued.

My daughter Lemurita went to a birthday party of a boy – a critter with XY chromosome pairing, who is by definition my sworn enemy.

She said it was a riot.
“Wait! Riots are a blast!”

“It was not a riot-riot, just a bunch of kids fighting over…”

“No, riots are fun – the thrown glass the pitched bricks, the burning cars and broken windows, the burning tires… and if one is really lucky, flipped cars.  And then the police coming in to beat heads and knock skulls.  Man is a good riot where it is at.”

“I suppose you’ll tell me that you and your little friend who is a boy (and whom I must treat as an enemy regardless of how nice he seems) are fast friends and that he is a wonderful boy.  Well, that may even be true, but he is the enemy.   Men in my family have been making hell the lives of young men chasing after the women in our family a living hell.   How long util we stop doing so?  Until there is no doubt that we are all cray enough to wipe him out and put the body where no one would ever find him.

We do it out of love.

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The Lazy Post.

I stopped at 12 hours (work).  I was fried by 8 but needed to do more.

And accomplished nothing of value in spite of all my efforts.  Damn.

So this is a lazy post mostly to let you know that I’m still alive and have not stepped in front of a bus.

Wildlife – a cougar in a tree.  (h/t to my dad’s friend Loose Screw)

Those Nat’l Geo photographers really know their stuff.


Last night I was trying to talk to the family and realized that although we were all in the same room we were none of us in the same room.  After I realized I was being totally ignored I started saying all manner of things to see if there was anyone out there, using the Elaine Method from Seinfeld.

  • NASA called… I’m going to the moon.
  • I am moving out of the house and going to live in sin with the dog three blocks over.
  • Tomorrow I’m getting a turkey surgically grafted to my elbow.
  • Geez, did you see the size of the elephant that just stomped on the cat?
  • (dryly and calmly) Oh look guys!  We’re being attacked by rabid skunks.  Hold on to your butt.

I can see Hacker Boy spacing me out but Cruel Wife and Lemurita totally missing out on that was a low blow.


At work I found a giant permanent marker, about 1-1/2″ in diameter.  Stinks to high heaven and you know it has been uncapped even if you are 30 feet away.  I’ve taken to walking around with the cap cracked and pretending to sniff really deeply, remarking “Damn, was that ever a good week in markers.”

I even left it on the conference room table by my office with a note “Please try out our new line of fragranced markers.  First whiff is free.”

Last week was a granola bar on the table with a note that said “Help Washington and Colorado – we’re sending munchie boxes soon, please add snacks – they will need them.”  Not everyone got that one.

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We met with Spaced Diode over coffee this morning and he and Lemurita played a game of chess while we ate onion rings and got really amped on caffeine.  I admit to stealing onion rings from my family.  I’m in the wrong there.  I suck.

As we left the coffee shop we ran into people from the stuffed teddy bear factory on the corner who were dressed in full teddy bear suits.

Kids.  Do NOT feed the bears.  Don’t run from them and don’t tease them… Do NOT look them in the eyes!  It’s a sign of aggression!  Don’t look at them!   – Lemur King to his children upon coming across two adults in giant teddy bear outfits

Yes.  I really said that.  No, I don’t know what the people thought.  I didn’t stick around because adults in giant animal suits kind of creep me out.  That sort of thing should remain in the bedroom between consenting adults.


Ran across a blog I’d seen for the first time quite a while back.  The section I enjoyed the most was “Steve!  Don’t Eat It!”  I threw the quote up at Nazi Surf Kittens Must Die because it hasn’t been touched in months.

In general I’m looking for things that are apolitical.  I’m sick of politicians.

The only thing weirder than me drinking breast milk, is the fact that milk is coming out of my wife’s chest in the first place. It sure as hell didn’t do that when I met her.  I’m telling you, the whole thing is lunacy.  I love my wife, but does she really have to be such a mammal?   – Steve, at “Steve!  Don’t Eat It!

I have to say, that’s comedy gold, especially if you have experienced the situation yourself.

If you feel inclined to answer what is normally an admittedly socially inappropriate question, how many female mammals who read this blog have… uh… previously lactated and tasted what was on tap yourselves?

I expect zero (0) answers to that question, but dammit, I’m curious. 

Also, I just realized today that NSKMD is over two years old.  Two years since the starting of that thing.  I remember with crystal clarity discussing the idea with taobmaetS ooGcM, as if it was yesterday.  He said something that I can’t quote exactly and I am unclear on what I said in return but it was all pretty profound.  He fired it up anyway because hey, blogs are cheap.


For Halloween I read Poe’s “The Tell-Tale Heart” to Lemurita with the promise of some HP Lovecraft when I can find a good story to get her started in the genre.  Last night during dinner Lemurita made me so proud… she said “Dad, can we read some Shakespeare sometime?”

My jaw hit the table.  The greatest wordsmith in the histoory f humankind – the Chopin of the literature world – and my daughter wants to read at least some of his works with me.  She isn’t even ten yet.
I tried my damnedest to recite from Hamlet from memory – failing, however devoutly to be wish’d that I could do otherwise – but she got the idea.  Cruel Wife doesn’t personally enjoy his complicated thought structure but she was supportive.  I find this particularly amusing because within the last two weeks I tried to get CW interested in watching a modern adaptation of The Tempest with me.

No, it is not a great adaptation but I liked the Mirren version of Prospero (Prospera) and I thought Ariel was creepy-fantastic.  It wasn’t awesome but it wasn’t awful, either.  It just was.

CW opined that Lemurita might first enjoy “Much Ado About Nothing” on video first, then move into the written form.  I think that’s a fair compromise.  I did read to her a portion of MacBeth for grins and giggles because I thought she’d enjoy the imagery from the witches’ brew and their troublemaking.

And she did enjoy the imagery.  Grossed her out with the “finger of birth-strangled babe” part though.

I cannot wait until she’s old enough to read Dumas’ The Count of Monte Cristo


We watched Paul last night (Simon Pegg and Nick Frost).  It is not as good as Shaun of the Dead but it isn’t bad, either.  Paul, the beer-drinking weed-smoking alien was pretty good CG.

Paul: This is America. Kidnapping a Christian is worse than harboring a fugitive.

Heh.  Paul fell shy of encompassing a hat-tip to Redneck Rampage but it didn’t do horribly, either.  It could have used a Vixen and some Moon Pies but I don’t expect Pegg to be particularly knowledgeable about Moon Pies.

Graeme Willy: You are an alien!
Paul: To you I am, yes.
Graeme Willy: Are you gonna probe us?
Paul: *Why* does everyone always assume that? What am I doing? Am I harvesting farts? How much can I learn from an ass?

Anyone out there know how probing came to be associated with aliens?  I mean, who decided to “go there” with that idea in the first place?  Of course… it really is proof that aliens are real, isn’t it?  Obviously no normal person would just make the probing stuff up, right?


Apparently some people in Chicago don’t understand that a “Job Fair” isn’t where they hire you, it is where people sniff butts and network – job seekers meet employers, blunt character assassinations take place, oppression and exploitation of the downtrodden, etc.  At least those were the only behaviors at all the job fairs I ever went to.  I never saw a job application at a job fair.

Rodney Booker said, “I stood in line for four hours. They better give me a Wal-Mart gift card, or something.”

Rodney, you just provided a potential clue as to why you might be out of work right now.  A large number of people are looking for gainful employment and many of them are smart and capable people but there is also a percentage like yourself that might – just might – be looking because… you’re an idiot.

“… better give me a Wal-Mart gift card…” –

Seriously, is this something you believe?

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A fearsome lesson.

One of two things will result from a second term with President Obama.

A top-heavy bureaucracy the electorate cannot touch always expands to the system’s limits of energy. Steal it from the aged, from the retired, from anyone. Especially from those we once called middle class because that’s where most of the energy originates.  – Frank Herbert

This is what I fear.  A bureaucracy that this electorate cannot touch.  We already have it and that bureaucracy is a parasitic one that gives enough of the host just enough resources in return that the host is more than willing to enslave itself for more – it’s an addiction cycle most sinister.

The second thing I fear and it is even worse, is that the parasitic/narcotic cycle mentioned above will contain just enough paralytic that the nourishing elements of the electorate that could fight back are neutralized by an addicted majority.

Let’s lay that out a bit straighter.  A bureaucracy that is top heavy and cannot be controlled by the healthiest portion of the population that is becoming a minority with increasingly few resources to resist now has a majority of the population feeding off the healthiest.  And that bureaucracy is kept in power by those that it keeps fed.  Those that are providing are no longer necessary for the cycle of power to be renewed again and again.


If neither happens then it gets even worse.  The debt burden will become crushing.  An addict never stops without a bottoming out.  We will follow the path of Greece when our practices can no longer be denied.  At that point the situation will be quite dire indeed.

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Brit Hume hit the nail on the head.  The pundits have been trying to make sense of the polls and reportage, because they make little or no sense.

He said we have X percentage of conservatives.  We have Y percentage of liberals.  That leaves 40% moderates.

His answer is that most of those moderates are liberals.  Liberals became a dirty word and so it became better to call themselves moderates.

FACT:  Liberals are very good at changing their colors.  Not liberals… Moderates.  Just like Global Warming morphed into Climate Change and so on.
It’s all in what you call yourself.  A win on the conservative side for standing by your ideals, saying what you are, refusing to buy people with free stuff, and calling it like you see it is a Pyrrhic victory – yes, we have won on the side of being true, but we keep getting the shit bashed out of us when it comes to a nation of people who say “What you got fo me?”


Yeah, I am in a piss-ass mood.  I don’t see how we can get the electoral votes.  It’s early but it isn’t looking good.

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I wonder if someone should alert NBC to the fact that it’s not 2008 still.


Here’s a reasonable illustration showing how some people need Fisher-Price voting blocks… (Thank you, NBC, for being consistently as stupid as the ‘voters’ that you champion.)

Tabitha Brown, 29, of Oregon, says she won’t vote because she finds her ballot too confusing. “I’m just a simple girl,” she said. “Dumb it down for us.”

In Buffalo, N.Y., Ryan King, 19, said he won’t vote because he doesn’t know if he’s registered. He mailed in a registration form, but no one replied, so he doesn’t know where to show up. Further south in the Bronx, Lala, a woman who is staying at a shelter, isn’t voting because she thought she needed a state ID, which she can’t afford. When she learned she didn’t need an ID, it was too late to register.

Seriously.  “Dumb it down for us” was uttered by a bottom-feeding cretin.  Rather than taking the totally passive “I’m simple” approach, why not try to learn and educate one’s self?  Too much effort, I suppose.

Don’t know where to show up to vote?  Why not go to a library or open up a phone book to find out?  Looking it up online has never been easier.  Call your local RNC/DNC headquarters and they would be tickled to help you – it’s only a phone call away.

Don’t know whether you need an ID?  Ask someone!  Or just sit back and let bad things happen because you lacked the impetus to move.

These are the “disenfranchised” voters you will hear about.  THESE are the people the liberals desperately want to get voting, because these are the people without the slightest semblance of anything more than a rudimentary limbic system and are most likely to vote for whoever promises them something free and with no regard to the use of personal common sense.

Let’s not go back to this:


Rush Limbaugh to be played by John Cusack.  Won’t that be a treat?  Maybe they can bring back Dan Aykroyd to reprise his role as the perpetually constipated Dick Cheney (War, Inc.).

Here’s my problem.  As an actor, in certain movies, I love John Cusack.  But the guy is such an inflamed asshole in real life, it saps much of the enjoyment I could get from his stuff.


And lastly, a headline from a few days ago:

Minorities In Poor Neighborhoods Less Likely To Receive CPR

Minorities who suffer heart attacks in poor neighborhoods are not nearly as likely to receive proper CPR compared to if they were to suffer from cardiac arrest in affluent white neighborhoods.

You may say “Lemur King, why are you talking about this?”

I’ll toss out two portions of that article:

A recent study from a group of medical researchers found that blacks and Hispanics are about 30 percent less likely to be aided by CPR than white people, with the odds being the worst when it involves a black victim in a low-income black neighborhood.

Blacks and hispanics are 30% less likely to be aided by CPR than whites.  Somehow if you are white you (again) have an advantage over a minority, is the implication.

Comilla Sasson, the study’s lead author from the University of Colorado in Denver, found that socio-economic status actually makes more of a difference in a person surviving than a neighborhood’s racial makeup.

If “socio-economic status actually makes more of a difference in a person surviving than a neighborhood’s racial makeup” why preface it with “blacks and hispanics are about 30% less likely to be aided by CPR than white people”?  Why not say “poor people are less likely to get aid”?

Yes, you can argue that blacks and hispanics are more likely to be poor so there is no contradiction here but it’s a matter of how you choose to talk about the results.  This is a study that was aimed and put in a spin cycle to make it sound like whites are all surviving just fine while blacks and hispanics are getting a short end of a stick through no fault of their own, and probably at the hands of whites.

Yes, Comilla Sasson is black, why do you ask?  More focus needs to be put on this:

…the odds being the worst when it involves a black victim in a low-income black neighborhood.

What should have been asked in the article was “Why are more blacks and hispanics unmotivated to learn CPR?  If they are learning CPR, why are they unmotivated to render assistance?”

What are the odds of surviving if you are a white in a black neighborhood or a black in a white neighborhood?

And whose fault is all of this?  What is the “fix” to the problem – throw more money somewhere?  If people haven’t been motivated before, what will make them motivated in the future if opportunities are provided?

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Yes, I am still sick.  I don’t think I’ve ever had every joint ache this bad before.  Sleep is crappy and you end up drenched in sweat.

Cruel Wife is on the mend.


Bill Mahr said:

If you’re thinking about voting for Mitt Romney, I would like to make this one plea: black people know who you are and they will come after you.”

Let us be perfectly clear:

I do not care who you areif you think you are going to threaten me with violence in order to get me to vote the way you want, I encourage you to test your theory.  Try, just try, to endanger me or mine for voting in whatever way I see fit.  I will not threaten violence except in defense of myself and my family and I promise that you will have cause to reflect upon the wisdom of your choice if you try to harm anyone under my roof.  And in that, I am completely color blind – threats to my family will be dealt with regardless of who you are or what you look like.

Under no circumstances will I riot if Romney loses.  That’s the difference between me and those threatening violence and riots if Obama does not win.

So there, Bill.  “Plea” or threaten all you like, this is one vote that won’t be swayed by threats.

One tweeter said:

F R A N K L I N @ChangeMy_Name

If Mitt Romney wins, nighas gon riot like when Dr. King died. It’s gon be a sight to see.

Wait a minute here… MLK died after championing a world where color blindness is a virtue, and the loss of a Presidential election for a black guy and a win by a white guy is cause for riots?

The double-standard here is astounding.

Oh, by the way… any bets on how many days New York and New Jersey delay the election?  Just think how many votes can be fudged in ten to twenty days.

Halloween pics, as promised.   Pics may or may not embiggenify.

The obligatory cannibal pumpkins.

Flaming pumpkins through the liberal application of 1/2 gallon of kerosene.

Flaming green pumpkins through chemistry.

Pumpkins using road flares.  Who knew that pumpkins were so flammable?  I actually did have to caution kids “Do NOT look directly at the pumpkin!!!”

Halloween needs the obligatory black cat…

She has “Data” eyes.  Kinda spooky.  She also steals my chair all the time.  As do the other two cats and Lemurita and Hacker-Boy.

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Dirty Dozen

I grew up watching Bronson, Marvin, Eastwood, and other tough guys with my dad. The Last Detail with Nicholson.

Point is I learned from him that some ideas don’t fit in standard orthodoxies but are equally valid. That honor and truth can come from anyone, are exceedingly rare when things get really bad, and that some ideas are worth dying for. Good lessons to learn from your dad.

I am watching the Dirty Dozen right now and it is one of my favorite movies. Hell in the Pacific is another one.

Good movie, the DD.

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veeshir spoke yesterday of Groucho’s Paradox – never join a club that would allow you to join.

But what of the other masters along with Groucho – what did they have to say?   Einstein, Shakespeare, Chopin, Jagger, Groucho, House, and Wilde.  Science, literature, music, philosophy, philosophy, philosophy, and philosophy.

No problem can be solved from the same level of consciousness that created it.
Albert Einstein  (The Idiot’s Folly Fallacy)

The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.
William Shakespeare   (The Omnipresent Evil Axiom)
Simplicity is the final achievement. After one has played a vast quantity of notes and more notes, it is simplicity that emerges as the crowning reward of art.
Frederic Chopin    (The Keep It Simple Stupid Principle)
You can’t always get what you want.
Mick Jagger   (The You Can’t Always Get What You Want Rule)
Alimony is like buying hay for a dead horse.
Groucho Marx   (The Life Ain’t Fair Postulate)
Everybody lies.
House   (The No Truth in Advertising Axiom)
Woman begins by resisting a man’s advances and ends by blocking his retreat.
Oscar Wilde    (The Venus Flytrap Conundrum)
I will have Halloween pics but I’m ill with the every-joint-aches kind of cold that gives you a runner’s high from simply getting out of bed or going to the bathroom.  For now, be happy with the pic that ID10T Killer sent me:
Here at LK House, we did cannibal pumpkins (Cruel Wife’s specialty) and a Flamin’ Pumpkin – four foot flames from a pumpkin for two hours which was later re-purposed to be Road-Flare Pumpkin.
Top costumes of the night?  One of the cutest Lil’ Bugs I’ve ever seen toddled up to get some candy and I saw a Weeping Angel – she grinned like a mad fool when I recognized what she was.
I hit a deer last night.  I was going about 50, saw this damnfool critter make his break for it, and I laid on the brakes almost but not quite hard enough to lock them up.  Had I not done so he would have connected with the Jeep at the dead-center point, perhaps a bit to my side of center.  As it was he demolished the headlight cavity (gone, just gone), cracked clean through the bumper, sprung the quarter-panel, and possibly bent the hood up slightly in the middle.
Killed the deer immediately, thankfully – it did not suffer.  It was a solid hit – the kind of hit where you see a skateboarder skate into the side of a brick building and there is no doubt, absolutely none, that an insane amount of kinetic energy has been transferred from one body to another and the biological body lost.  Took a while to find the mid-sized forked horn off in the deep grass where he landed.
Everything in the Jeep piled up against the dash and against the backs of the front seats, so between the brakes and the deer it was a heck of a deceleration.  I waited for the police dude to get there on the off chance that the bill will come to more than $1000 to fix it.
As I mentioned, Halloween night I came down with a cold thing but worked a ten hour day yesterday so by the time I hit the deer I had zero interest in harvesting a few steaks from it.
By the way, if you are white you are going to Hell.  Just thought you might like to know that.
The [Rev. Joseph Lowery] and civil rights advocate who gave the benediction at President Obama’s inauguration suggested at a recent Obama re-election rally that he thinks white people are going to hell — though he later said it was just a joke.
Now, you readers out there know I hate the N-word – I hate it with a passion – so know that when I use it below I am using it to illustrate my point.
How many niggers does it take to shingle a roof?  One if you slice him thin enough.
Why use that “joke”?  Because I once heard a guy tell it to me as if it were funny.  I was horrified.  But he said it was “just a joke”.
Just like with that guy, I call Lowery a f*cking racist.  I don’t care how you want to dress it up, you can’t paint racism as a joke.  Lowry is not only racist but he’s the worst type – the kind that is blatantly racist and can’t be troubled to admit it – who then goes on as if nothing happened.

“I don’t know what kind of a n—– wouldn’t vote with a black man running,” he also told the audience in the St. James Baptist Church in Forsyth, Ga., according to the paper.

The 91-year-old Lowery, though, told an Atlanta-area TV station and the Daily Caller that the monologue was a joke and from the perspective of a young militant.

Lowery also said he made clear at the time that the comments — at the event reportedly attended by hundreds of African Americans — were intended as a joke.

What the hell is a “young militant” anyway?  Is this code-speak for “Oh, it’s ok that he’s a virulent bordering-on-terrorist because he’s been wronged by whitey”?
Lowery then finishes up in a most hypocritical fashion:
He closed with the following passage: “Lord, in the memory of all the saints who from their labors rest, and in the joy of a new beginning, we ask you to help us work for that day when black will not be asked to get in back, when brown can stick around, when yellow will be mellow, when the red man can get ahead, man — and when white will embrace what is right.”
Remember folks, that your POTUS hangs out with these kinds of virulent racists and terrorists (domestic and foreign), circumvents laws like a duck takes to water, and really can’t be bothered with protecting the US’s citizens and interests.
How is it that the election is so close then??

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