“Don’t you move, Motherf***r!”

Posted on January 27, 2012 by Joan of Argghh!

Punk-ass kid meets 64-year old grandmother packing heat:

Is this a great country or what?

Posted in Chicks with guns, Clingy bitterness, Dangerous Old Farts | 3 Comments

Business Owner: “Call Me After The Election.”

Posted on January 26, 2012 by Joan of Argghh!

It’s not the first or last sales call that has ended that way. After I listen to his sad litany of layoffs, cutbacks, and benefits-evisceration he has been forced to impose on his staff, the poor small business owner just sighs and says, “I’d love to do more for my employees. Call me after the election.”

When I express my sympathetic point of view, I get another earful of what they really think the economy is going to do. Real employers with real desire to grow and expand their business. It’s sad.

Maybe someone in the Mainstream Media could possibly just, you know, have a real convo with these guys.

Just sayin’.

Posted in Barackalypse, Buck Farack, no telling where the money went | 1 Comment

God’s Waiting Room Seems To Be Waiting For. . .

Posted on January 24, 2012 by Joan of Argghh!

Newt.

Thousands in Palm Beach.

Here’s a fun thing to do: Go to the Census Bureau and download the 2010 voter demographics.  Go ahead. I’ll wait.

Look at the “young skulls full of mush” demographic. Now tell me, in spite of the rigged numbers at InTrade, how Obama’s Children are gonna outnumber pissed off old folks? No offense, but the Left has been systematically killing off its most valuable demographic: young, ignorant voters.

If you’re worried, like Gerard, that the GOP thirsts for death, you might want to console yourself that the only way for the One  to win again is to suspend elections and commit widespread voter fraud. Soros is hot onto that project, btw.

So brace yourself for a wild ride, but don’t ever think we’re in the minority.

Posted in Political Crap | 3 Comments

Gah. Can we start over?

Posted on January 24, 2012 by Joan of Argghh!

They’re all perfectly awful.

I miss Thad McCotter.

*sigh*

Posted in Political Crap | 4 Comments

Shake Well: An open letter to Andrew Breitbart

Posted on January 23, 2012 by Joan of Argghh!

You know what happens when you shake up a soda can?

Whatever’s inside of it comes spewing out.

So forgive me, Mr. Breitbart, (and you know you are my hero) if I demur on your call for unity. I believe it is our civic duty to shake up each  of the candidates. From what I’ve seen, Mitt really, really doesn’t like to have someone legitimately question his actions or motives or political assumption to the throne.

Mitt thinks we give a damn about his tax returns. We don’t.  He’s running scared and is caving to pressure. I’d have had more respect for him if, at this point, he would have told every one to stuff it and respect his privacy. He can’t do that. His timing for the release couldn’t have been more wimpy. He’s a man who needs handlers and groomers, like some legacy race-horse into whom his trainers have pumped a lot of expendable cash and who now want results.

C’mon. Dig in. Sarah took far worse from the Right than Mitt has yet.  Let’s see what’s in there. Dig into Ron Paul. Dig into Rick Santorum.  Dig into Newt’s soft spots.  Shake ‘em up and see if what comes out is a gut sense of self-serving self-preservation or a righteous indignation on behalf of our country.  Find their core (find out if they have one) and shake well.  Unity is assured after the foamy froth settles and we have our candidate.

But we owe it to our country, at this moment, to vet our only choices. Shake well.

Posted in Clingy bitterness | 6 Comments

Attacking Capitalism? Romney Started It.

Posted on January 22, 2012 by Joan of Argghh!

I had forgotten that Romney tried to gain political purchase against Newt last year by tut-tutting Newt’s tab at Tiffany’s.

Meanwhile, I’ve been letting this video run in the background while blog-surfing and it just cracks me up. It’s a classic Barnhardt anti-Romney bit done as a mash-up that is funny and surprisingly memorable.

Posted in political fun | 8 Comments

Battting .500

Posted on January 18, 2012 by Joan of Argghh!

The illusion of a college “education” or a useful degree continues apace.  Young skulls full of mush still think that there will be a place for their degree in Neurotic Pet Seances in our cash-strapped future.  The idle foolishness that our national wealth affords the young simply cannot go on forever. But our colleges and universities haven’t gotten the memo.

For example, while out and about in downtown Charleston today I came across a delightful young lady in a boutique store. She was wearing a “Save Ferris” t-shirt, which while kind of cool,  is also kind of disconcerting when I realize she wasn’t even born when the movie came out.

We chatted in friendly and happy tones; the talk of a girl who hadn’t had many visitors to her store that day,  clearly elated to have a non-tourist interaction.  I came to learn that she was a college student from Maine who was now preparing to transfer to Southern Oregon. What follows is more or less exact:

Me: Southern Oregon? What will you study there?
She: Sociology with a minor in Women’s Studies.
Me: Now, really, what on earth will you do with that kind of degree?
She: I want to be a couples’ counselor.
Me: Well, shouldn’t you also have a minor in Men’s Studies?
She: I dont’ think they have such a thing. I’ve never heard of it. . .
Me: Well, won’t half your clients be men?
She:
Me: Unless you’re just going to specialize in lesbian couples, NTTAWWT. . .
She: [nervous laugh] Hehheh. Yeah, really. I hadn’t thought of that.

Gentlemen, I hope I’ve done you all some small service of human dignity by making just one sweet young girl stop and think about the other half of the planet.  It’s not much, but hopefully it’s the thought that counts.

Save Ferris, indeed.

Circa 1986. Yeah, you're old.

Posted in just being helpful | 12 Comments

Piss ‘n Vinegar

Posted on January 17, 2012 by Joan of Argghh!

I’m not a fan of desecrating human remains. War is Hell and the Other Guy can’t help being the enemy, even if he’s defending his own warped sense of How Things Should Be.  The idea here applies to the theater of war against a worthy adversary. Like  it would be if our men were fighting men.

However,  sick, evil, twisted terrorist cowards who find themselves engaged in desperate battle against MEN should sort of expect that when once they are vanquished, real MEN get pissed that they have to be half a world away from their family to defend the idea that women and children are PEOPLE . Especially if they must punctuate that idea in some goat-raping lean-to of a town in Bumfuck, Afghanistan.

But they did cheapen their moment by filming their deed.  And dulled the overall effect.  I consider it this way: Had I read about it years later and never seen it or known about the incident; that one old soldier recounted as how, after bombing the Hell outta the wife-beating, innocents-slaying, boy-buggering miscreants, they pissed on their still smoldering remains– it would be the stuff of legend. I wouldn’t want to even know if it actually happened. I would accept it as a moment of their personal vindication and triumph over miserable cowards.

So no real judgment passes from me on this matter except to opine that not every moment is made greater by sharing it.  Sometimes the value of a thing increases by how rarely it is circulated in public.

Blame it on FaceBook.

Posted in dhimmitude, fuck walter cronkite, toning it down | 10 Comments

So yeah. Christmas lights are down before the middle of January.

Posted on January 14, 2012 by Joan of Argghh!

Personal best.  How ’bout you?

 

Posted in Like You Care | 7 Comments

Sugar Cookie Dough Waffles

Posted on January 8, 2012 by Joan of Argghh!

You don’t wanna know.  Disturbingly delicious and crunchy, but you gotta put at least a half-inch slab on the iron for it to work.

Okay. Now that that’s outta the way, I can start my annual diet tomorrow.

Did I say Happy New Year yet?

Posted in food is gonna kill us all | 7 Comments