As El Borak notes, toads incoming:
“According to our inside source — FBI agents are telling their friends and family members to avoid ‘official celebrations.‘ Fox News reported Monday evening on Special Report that the FBI is setting up command centers around the country to prepare for possible terror attacks on the Fourth of July holiday weekend. “FBI tells Fox News it is building command centers around US to monitor terror threats over July 4 holiday” … ISIS posted a map of July 4th FBI command centers on Wednesday. The map shows the temporary command posts set up across America for the upcoming Independence Day weekend.
Accordingly, the Rollin’ Like Sisyphus PANIC DESK has upgraded to Threat Con – RAIN OF TOADS.
You can follow along with the drunken oscillations of the Apocalypse Watch as they happen, for those questioning the seeming randomness of the belligerent clerics.
Note — I’ve updated the site design for the first time in 18 months.
I don’t know if I’ll keep it or not.
It’s simply an update to the existing template managed by Word Press.
Be aware that the biggest difference is that the comments are at the top of the post, instead of the bottom.
I don’t like that, but some other aspects are cleaner.
There are a number of benefits to be had still from existing in a materially insular segment of the world, buffeted on all sides by a number of dominoes still yet to fall.
Chiefly among these is that the misfortune and lack of foresight of others provide object lessons for you and yours.
For example, whatever comes to pass in the days, weeks, months and years ahead, plan well and keep your head on a swivel enough to not be this guy:
When the squish turns to scrunch, the government will not care about your predicament, whether you are one man or the vanguard of 100,000. When the sun sets, you alone are responsible for your well being — materially, physically, mentally — so create a plan that starts today that prepares you for tomorrow and beyond.
And in the meantime, learn to live with less, each and every day, and try to read the tea leaves to figure which way the wind is blowing near you.
These Greek pensioners have no excuse. This has been a thing for more than a year, with plenty of time to figure something out, but instead they show up after the Mendoza line’s been crossed clamoring for a pittance.
The Greeks are going to have it better than any other state whose economy crumbles going forward; they will have the most warning and the most effort to push back the tide that any country will in the next decade, but yet it still managed to catch the idiots by surprise.
Don’t be surprised.
As to the policy I “seem to be pursuing” as you say, I have not meant to leave any one in doubt. I would save the Union. I would save it the shortest way under the Constitution. The sooner the national authority can be restored; the nearer the Union will be “the Union as it was.” If there be those who would not save the Union, unless they could at the same time save slavery, I do not agree with them. If there be those who would not save the Union unless they could at the same time destroy slavery, I do not agree with them. My paramount object in this struggle is to save the Union, and is not either to save or to destroy slavery. If I could save the Union without freeing any slave I would do it, and if I could save it by freeing all the slaves I would do it; and if I could save it by freeing some and leaving others alone I would also do that. What I do about slavery, and the colored race, I do because I believe it helps to save the Union; and what I forbear, I forbear because I do not believe it would help to save the Union.”
— A. Lincoln, A Letter to Horace Greeley (August 22, 1862)
So the gays can finally “marry” and before the ink was even dry on the Royal Proclamations, the upper-middle-class straight single white women were beside themselves with hashtags about Love and Awesome, because as a gay white male once wrote to his gay white male colleague, “great social changes are impossible without feminine upheaval” and so here we sit, witnesses to a salty tale told by ribald idiots who believed everything Will & Grace and the Queer Eyes flamers told them; to wit, that it’d all end happily with state-sanctioned gay marriage, because Love is a Fairy Tale in all ways for the special princesses.
Before the sun set on RULING DAY, however, the pushes began for a host of provocations and instigations, including fining and jailing those who decline to officiate gay weddings*, elimination of certain religious denominations from manifold government protections, and the adamance that now marriage should be between whoever and whatever, including multiple sets of men and women, between adults and children, between humans and animals, and that the demand for gay reparations is a’comin’ so get those wallets out, bigots.
All that between breakfast and supper on Day 1 of our new lavender-hued apartheid.
This pretty much sums up my sentiment that despite the protestations to the contrary, too many gay people — a sizable faction of a ridiculously small minority — are extremely paranoid with a pre-adolescent fascination with their own genitals to the exclusion of nearly everything else. This will surely come with a very quick overplay of their high hand, leading not to the furtherance of gay acceptance, but to a backlash that will not end well for anyone involved.
I simply don’t care about gays or their proclivities, but the petulant and pathetic victory laps taken in the past few days over what was largely considered a forgone conclusion — no one was under the delusion that the Robed Royals would rule any other way — underscores everything that is wrong with the present paradigm. You have the social media mavens of a wide range of corporations tripping over themselves to push out rainbow-ized logos and trite, mean-nothing hashtags that serve no other purpose than to annoy a portion of their customer bases.
And for what, to give the photoshop guy five minutes of work?
Anyway, I don’t care, and while it’s true I’m now done with Maker’s Mark, it isn’t because of the gays, it’s because they made a conscious choice to politicize themselves and their product in mindlessly following the #Hashtag #Herd wherever the trending algorithms told them to go.
* Right of refusal is reserved for officiating parties in all other cases, for example I cannot approach and demand that a Catholic priest officiate my wedding as I am not Catholic, but now a gay or lesbian can and will.
So hey, remember that super-secret trade deal that was being passed under the cover of a flood of media distractions, which was “killed” by Nancy Pelosi, and then everyone started having the vapors over the ever-present and always looming danger of the Confederacy?
Yeah well phase 1 of the trade deal passed all three checks and balances without breaking a sweat, and now Our Simple Affirmative Action President can do his part and usher in a Pacific Union, because the European one has been turning out just swell. Several aspects of the Pacific trade pacts are still being deliberated in a secret room under the weight of an insane NDA, but don’t worry about that, I’m sure everything is above board. I mean, c’mon, you can just vote them out if you don’t like it.
Speaking of anal penetration, it’s worth noting that this #LoveWins bullshit basically forces all of the co-habitating civil partnerships to dissolve and actually get married. The only thing winning here is divorce court and alimony skip tracers. But this is merely Exhibit 23,945,439 that shows our government has expected outcomes in all circumstances, and woe be unto those that attempt to thwart those outcomes.
You are being replaced.
Your civilization is no longer welcome here.
Just keep baking the cakes, bigots.
Closer to home, summer is in full effect, as it’s hotter than camel’s sac on a warm Arabian night, and just about as swampy. Good Lord. Fine, great, it’s Friday, but I’m here to tell you that the next two days are already spent with yardwork checklist six miles long. Between that, sweating and sleeping, that’ll just about do it for your Ol’ Pal Huckleberry.
Get ‘em in and have a great one.
Kentucky Confederate Battle Anthem
Written by Charlie L. Ward, c. 1863
Performed by Bobby Horton