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Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on September 25, 2015

Sometimes Fridays are rough, like running the last 10 yards of a 100-yard dash at full tilt. It’s the end, you know it’s the end, worse, your body knows it’s the end, but you still have to push through it. Often that doesn’t end well. On a day like this, it’s a little easier, upon the news that Chief Squish and Chicken Choker John Boehner is boning out of the Top Spot in the House, and as El Borak notes, heading off to greener pastures on K Street, because orange runs a lot faster than green at any rate. The weeping vagina from Ohio will be just fine, and hey, he got to gladhand Commie Pope, so his life’s pretty much downhill from here however you slice it.
I also note that the Communist from Vermont is besting the Criminal from Little Rock in the New Hampshire primary polls, and the FBI seems to be dithering between charging Clinton staffers with multiple felonies for violating the Espionage Act, charging the Criminal from Little Rock along with her underlings, or letting the whole thing go; that FBI technicians were able to recover the “wiped” emails from the subpoenaed server, I’m guessing it won’t be the last option. Also, word comes of a “contentious” Oval Office meeting between the Criminal from Little Rock and Our Simple Affirmative Action President, where the Criminal from Little Rock screamed at Our Simple Affirmative Action President to “call off the fucking dogs!” to which Our Simple Affirmative Action President replied “It’s a problem of your own making.”
We’ll see if that bears out.
After a week of market chaos indicating that the Fed’s status quo on the raising of the rate fell on deaf ears, now comes “hints” that Yellen WAS just Yellen Dixie, and may actually go ahead and raise rates, because if there’s anything The Market loves, it’s vague volatility born from an uncertain short-term future.
Chaos.
That’s your word of the week.
Chaos.
And I love every damn second of it.
Closer to home, I found 80 acres of pretty sweet land in Montana, and I cannot tell you how near I am to just taking one of those briefcases of cash I keep getting offered for this shit-hovel of a house, checking out and semi-retiring. I’d have to build a home on it, and figure out power – it’s too far off the grid for service, which is a bonus for me, less so for the wife – but it has fresh water creeks running all through it, its own lake, and a private road that runs four miles from the highway to the first usable clearing. Casa de Huckleberry? Fuck that noise. Fort Huckleberry sounds pretty fucking sweet.
I’m so close to doing this, you have no idea.
Anyway.
Another flop-sweat-and-ball-sticking heat wave is set for the weekend, and I’ve got a few things outside I have to get done, so I can hardly wait for that low-boil agony. Also have a big UCLA football game minus one of the best linebackers in the country, who’s out for the season, his junior season, so I expect his next football will be played for the Minnesota Vikings, because the Minnesota Vikings love them some UCLA linebackers. And this kid, Myles Jack, is the best one yet. If you like Anthony Barr, you’ll love Jack. Speaking of the Vikings, the Chargers are heading to the Twin Cities, and the last time that happened, Adrian Peterson earned the nickname All Day racking up 296 rushing yards to set the single-game record that still stands eight years later. So that should make for a fun Sunday morning for your old pal Huckleberry.
Get ‘em the Hell in and have a bitchin’ weekend.

SONG SELECTION

Make Me A Sandwich
Live Performance
David The Good
The ATF Show | April 12, 2013


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  1. El Borak said, on September 25, 2015 at 14:06

    Montana sounds pretty sweet, though cold as a witch’s tit in winter.

    • Huckleberry said, on September 25, 2015 at 15:10

      Yes, but it beats trying to suck in life-giving air through Lindy West’s Oreo-sated abdominal flaps, like I have to do in “pleasant” Southern California.
      |-| this close to selling out. This close.

  2. Giraffe said, on September 26, 2015 at 14:19

    You can’t. I’d be so jealous I don’t think I could handle it.

  3. El Borak said, on September 26, 2015 at 22:07

    “Yes, it beats…”

    Famous last words, bro.


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