It’s an inside joke, but long-time readers deserve it.  So here’t goes:  one mile high dirt berm, with an (unmentioned, but still plausible) outside chance of balloon fencing! You know, sometimes I think God is just bored, and he thinks an enjoyable way to pass the time is to reach down and give a few random titty twisters. Which explanation sure beats the hell out of any light Darwin might

Hey, looks like even ill-informed lockstep liberals — and Maryland, my home state, is thick with them — can be awakened from their intellectual and political stupor from time to time: I took a ride up to Frederick, Maryland this weekend to meet a friend at the Fairgrounds for the gun show.  What we found was similar to what gun shows and gun dealers are experiencing across the nation: lines

And let’s be realistic here: sometimes in order to go forward, you have to redefine it to mean backward — be it with de-industrialization policies, the tearing down of damns, the suppression of oil and gas exploration, the return to a race- and sex- and orientation-based system of special pleading and governmental dispensation, the desire to secure a steady economic class system by destroying the middle class bourgeoisie and coopting

I call it “the Viking”: essentially, it’s a premium vodka martini, moderately dirty, with a hunk of wine-marinated herring where the olives normally go. No other garnish is necessary. Unless you happen to have a helmet with horns. Incidentally, in certain sections of New York or San Francisco I fully expect some wag to replace the vodka with gin and call the revision either “the Little Dutch Boy” or “My

How on earth did you ever get to be 9-years-old.  Hell, this blog is older than you! At any rate — and knowing that one day when you’re old enough to Google your Dad and read all the decidedly nasty things people have written about him (along with the laudatory stuff, which may give you some comfort that you weren’t born of a complete monster), and as a matter of

In no particular order.  The point being, I’ll be gone most of the day, so post anything of interest here, or just use the thread to gab, if you’re so inclined. Meanwhile — and I posted this on Twitter last evening, but may as well repeat it here — my state of the nation report for this, Saturday, January 5, 2013:  I now own both concealable body armor and a