I am just a tich vexed with the Democrat party; I wish it would die a pants-shittingly terrifying death right about now. One of those deaths where it can see its own viscera spilling out onto the ground before it even realizes it has been gutted. I’d be positively gleeful watching the dawning surprise and fear on its face.
Before pointing, laughing and pissing in its dying mouth as the light disappears from its eyes.
Happy Caturday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa, and Sven!
Mudder -- I do not think that word means what you think it means.
Sometimes even four-wheelfoot drive won’t get you through.
Fatwa -- that would be glorious, and fitting.
Mrs. Paddy and I are joining Teh Younger on one of his whale-watching trips, this morning. There have been a number of gray whales and humpbacks passing through the area, lately, so we’re hoping it will be a good day. The ocean will be a bit rough, but hopefully not too bad.
It was a beautiful day out on the ocean. 3-4 ft. seas with some wind-driven whitecaps. The change in weather caused the krill that the Humpbacks were feeding on to move, so we didn’t get to see those, but we found four Gray whales that let us follow them for about 25 minutes. One of them was even “spy-hopping”, which was really cool.
I was digging through some old files and came across this post from 2004 -- it’s from a long gone blog called A Small Victory -- Michele Catalano. Her comments about the second election of Bush 43 and the left’s reaction to it put to lie what I hear every day about our country just now becoming divided, because of Trump, and that the left was always real nice, also until Trump, and that the Dems also loved Bush 43. It’s long, but some excerpts below --
“Buckle up. I’ve got a lot to say today. As the whole world knows by now, it is pretty evident that George W. Bush will be the President of the United States for the next four years. Obviously, that makes me happy.”
“A lot of people are having some trouble with my happiness right now. That goes for you, too, if you voted for GWB. A flow of nastiness is seeping through the floors of the country, pooling around the feet of the collective left.”
“I did read through some of the near lunatic fringe of the left today. Sad state of affairs, really. They seem to be so overcome by bitterness and anger that their emotions are getting in the way of rational thinking. How else do you explain the call to arms, the threats to join al Qaeda, the pleas for violent uprising, or the wishful thinking for a terrorist attack to happen now?”
“And here we go again with the “illegitimate” election fantasies. The whole basis of argument for the left in recent times has been “if I don’t agree with it, it must be a lie.” This has never been more evident than right now. Witness: This election is a fraud, a sham. The Republicans (sorry, Rethuglicans) cheated their way through another vote. The vote counts are all wrong. The machines were fixed. Someone was paid off. And, of course, the exit polls were rigged. Even if Bush were to win both the Electoral vote and the popular vote, his win would be decried as illegal. Perhaps that is what is driving the hate today; the fact that there is nothing to point to in order to support the cries of another fake presidency.”
“What did you all believe in this year? Hate? Anger? You ran your own campaign, one filled to the brim with bile and acidic spittle and you wonder why you feel so black today? You were pinning your hopes on the wish that the rest of America harbored the same intense hatred as you and would vote with their clenched fists. Now that you are left without the hoped for victory party as an outlet for your rage, you have to direct it somewhere else. If not at the candidate, then at his voters, right? What I am seeing today makes me pity you, and it’s a pity tinged with disgust and should not be mistaken for empathy.”
“…But this is a left that is buttressed by people who have more bile than good will, more venom than virtue. They are fronted by circus sideshow acts like Michael Moore, who turn up the flames underneath their followers until the kettle is whistling like mad. That is the shrill sound you hear coming from the left today. And I fear no one is going to turn the flame down.”
2004: another one from my old Abbeywebber buddy and Fatwa favorite, Beau Peyton: “The level of contempt I feel for Bxxx supporters is beyond what I can find words to describe. There shall be no compromise with their ilk; they are my sworn enemy, an object of scorn and fierce contempt. Yet, there shall be no battle, no grand call to arms, because the fight is over. The major battle is lost. There shall be no return to sensibility or living in place, at least not without some help from Mother Nature and hopefully in our lifetime. At this point, the best we can hope to do is hunker down in enclaves, finding comfort in family and friends, preparing to wage a guerilla war on behalf of our feathered and furry friends. “
Awwww…baby lelephant!
Happy Caturday, GN!
I am just a tich vexed with the Democrat party; I wish it would die a pants-shittingly terrifying death right about now. One of those deaths where it can see its own viscera spilling out onto the ground before it even realizes it has been gutted. I’d be positively gleeful watching the dawning surprise and fear on its face.
Before pointing, laughing and pissing in its dying mouth as the light disappears from its eyes.
Not a fan, eh, Fatwa?
Happy Saturday, GN! A break in the rain so that’s good. The hills have never looked better --
Happy Caturday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa, and Sven!
Mudder -- I do not think that word means what you think it means.
Sometimes even four-wheelfoot drive won’t get you through.
Fatwa -- that would be glorious, and fitting.
Mrs. Paddy and I are joining Teh Younger on one of his whale-watching trips, this morning. There have been a number of gray whales and humpbacks passing through the area, lately, so we’re hoping it will be a good day. The ocean will be a bit rough, but hopefully not too bad.
Sounds like a wonderful day, Paddy.
Hiya, Sven and Paddy!
Be sure to pack some warm mayonnaise sammiches in case anyone gets hungry. 👿
But seriously -- Hope you get to see lots o’ big-ass sea mammals.
Yup…gives JimCo an opportunity to get caught-up on inspections and proposals. Oh, and actual work, too.
It was a beautiful day out on the ocean. 3-4 ft. seas with some wind-driven whitecaps. The change in weather caused the krill that the Humpbacks were feeding on to move, so we didn’t get to see those, but we found four Gray whales that let us follow them for about 25 minutes. One of them was even “spy-hopping”, which was really cool.
I was digging through some old files and came across this post from 2004 -- it’s from a long gone blog called A Small Victory -- Michele Catalano. Her comments about the second election of Bush 43 and the left’s reaction to it put to lie what I hear every day about our country just now becoming divided, because of Trump, and that the left was always real nice, also until Trump, and that the Dems also loved Bush 43. It’s long, but some excerpts below --
“Buckle up. I’ve got a lot to say today. As the whole world knows by now, it is pretty evident that George W. Bush will be the President of the United States for the next four years. Obviously, that makes me happy.”
“A lot of people are having some trouble with my happiness right now. That goes for you, too, if you voted for GWB. A flow of nastiness is seeping through the floors of the country, pooling around the feet of the collective left.”
“I did read through some of the near lunatic fringe of the left today. Sad state of affairs, really. They seem to be so overcome by bitterness and anger that their emotions are getting in the way of rational thinking. How else do you explain the call to arms, the threats to join al Qaeda, the pleas for violent uprising, or the wishful thinking for a terrorist attack to happen now?”
“And here we go again with the “illegitimate” election fantasies. The whole basis of argument for the left in recent times has been “if I don’t agree with it, it must be a lie.” This has never been more evident than right now. Witness: This election is a fraud, a sham. The Republicans (sorry, Rethuglicans) cheated their way through another vote. The vote counts are all wrong. The machines were fixed. Someone was paid off. And, of course, the exit polls were rigged. Even if Bush were to win both the Electoral vote and the popular vote, his win would be decried as illegal. Perhaps that is what is driving the hate today; the fact that there is nothing to point to in order to support the cries of another fake presidency.”
“What did you all believe in this year? Hate? Anger? You ran your own campaign, one filled to the brim with bile and acidic spittle and you wonder why you feel so black today? You were pinning your hopes on the wish that the rest of America harbored the same intense hatred as you and would vote with their clenched fists. Now that you are left without the hoped for victory party as an outlet for your rage, you have to direct it somewhere else. If not at the candidate, then at his voters, right? What I am seeing today makes me pity you, and it’s a pity tinged with disgust and should not be mistaken for empathy.”
“…But this is a left that is buttressed by people who have more bile than good will, more venom than virtue. They are fronted by circus sideshow acts like Michael Moore, who turn up the flames underneath their followers until the kettle is whistling like mad. That is the shrill sound you hear coming from the left today. And I fear no one is going to turn the flame down.”
2004: another one from my old Abbeywebber buddy and Fatwa favorite, Beau Peyton: “The level of contempt I feel for Bxxx supporters is beyond what I can find words to describe. There shall be no compromise with their ilk; they are my sworn enemy, an object of scorn and fierce contempt. Yet, there shall be no battle, no grand call to arms, because the fight is over. The major battle is lost. There shall be no return to sensibility or living in place, at least not without some help from Mother Nature and hopefully in our lifetime. At this point, the best we can hope to do is hunker down in enclaves, finding comfort in family and friends, preparing to wage a guerilla war on behalf of our feathered and furry friends. “
Buwahahahahahahaha!
HA!
Zionist TIME MACHINE, bitchez!
You know all of those clouds missing from Iran?
Turns out we’ve been sending them back in time to cause floods so we can collect on the insurance; muwahahaha!