Monthly Archives: March 2011


The end times are nigh. A progressive Seattle mayor has been polled with negative approval numbers (if you count the 39% of brain dead moderates and independents rating his performance “only fair” as negative), and now…this.

Ok…that second article doesn’t actually mention mutant cows…or flight attendants… but c’mon, read between the lines. Last I heard Spokane Guernsey’s in their milking prime aren’t jetting back and forth to the land of the rising sun. And don’t you believe that hokum about low levels being harmless. It’s not like radioactivity just shows up in our food supplies all natural like.

Good luck everybody! I’m packing a go-bag and heading for the bunker where I’ve squirreled away a supply of fine bourbons, single malts and cigarettes, along with a few years worth of delicious cholesterol rich, salt cured, dehydrated beef and pork products to tide me over until it is determined that our milk is again safe enough to consume. So long suckers! See you on the other side!


“We’ve got them on the run!”

“Just then they came in sight of thirty or forty windmills that rise from that plain. And no sooner did Don Quixote see them that he said to his squire, “Fortune is guiding our affairs better than we ourselves could have wished. Do you see over yonder, friend Sancho, thirty or forty hulking giants? I intend to do battle with them and slay them. With their spoils we shall begin to be rich for this is a righteous war and the removal of so foul a brood from off the face of the earth is a service God will bless.”

“What giants?” asked Sancho Panza.

“Those you see over there,” replied his master, “with their long arms. Some of them have arms well nigh two leagues in length.”

“Take care, sir,” cried Sancho. “Those over there are not giants but windmills. Those things that seem to be their arms are sails which, when they are whirled around by the wind, turn the millstone.”

As I sit at my computer daydreaming, and reading reassuring tales of the crumbling decrepitude of leftism, and the coming conservative/libertarian renaissance, it almost seems believable. In my dream I and thousands of others are advancing to high ground. As I reach the summit and turn to shout encouragement to those who follow, instead of people I see windmills. As far as the eye can see, Post-modern windmills.

Via Gerard, Mencius Moldbug from 2008.

“As for conservatives and mainstream libertarians: forget it. You’ve lost. You’re in roughly the same position as a Southern segregationist in 1968. History may or may not vindicate your cause, but it has determined your chance of victory, which is zero. If you have a life, go live it. If not, now is probably a good time to get one…

The entire proposition of post-1945 American democratic conservatism, including its runt cousin libertarianism, was predicated on the lingering cultural memory of a pre-New Deal America. Americans actually did vote to do away with the New Deal, once, sort of, in 1980. But somehow it didn’t quite happen. And that was a generation ago.”

My impulse is simply to live and let live. I honestly don’t know how a fight can be won against those whose nature relentlessly demand they rule. But I will fight, in word for now. In deed if need be. Although every instinct I possess tells me that I am hopelessly outnumbered, to go underground, to go live life.

I hope to be viewed by those close to me as merely a romantic fool, battling for noble lost causes, although I fear our age has become too course for such philosophical nuance. The family right-wing crank? Probably the best I can hope for.


Trump’s running for President!

Oh…that Trump. Never mind.

“Consumers agree – It’s a good time to buy real estate”

Well…I’m glad that consumers are so optimistic. The “house-flippers” must be gearing up for another run of home improvement riches, reality TV style. As for me, I’m thinking of reproducing the above graphic on my business cards to serve as a reminder to please be careful. Sales are picking up to be sure, what with springtime here and more and more short sales and bank owned properties hitting the market, but “a good time to buy”? If you’re in it for the long haul sure. Or if you live in Maine. Otherwise find a nice rental for a while and save your money.

Yeah…I’m still schlepping houses. What… Did you think I was going to open a dogfarm or something?


When rain falls to our man-made world of asphalt and concrete, entry is refused. Hitting the ground hard it rises noisily in surprise, defying gravity for a moment before returning to an earth that will not take it in. And the rain dies.

Not far from this world, is another. Where the rain hits the ground hard but silently. Where after a long free-fall it is gathered and embraced. Where the rain is home, the forest lives.

The Dosewallips River valley. March 20, 2011.

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Michael? You just put your penis right back there in the junk drawer before you hurt yourself with it.

This kind of thing is why I refuse to fully join the world of social networking.

“Anti-war filmmaker Michael Moore tore into President Obama for taking military action in Libya on Saturday.

Moore, a frequent critic of President Bush for launching the Iraq War, unleashed a string of tweets comparing the U.S. military’s mission in Libya to Iraq and Afghanistan…”

I am all for unleashing a string of profanities, or of left-right combination’s. I might even be seen releasing a string of double entendre’ and sexual innuendo on the pages of this blog. My honor and self-respect however, prohibit me from ever “unleashing” a string of tweets. Grow a pair fella’.

“Besides too late…what should we call it.”

Operation Odyssey Dawn??

Wasn’t that the name of the chick who fronted The Fifth Dimension or one of the Supreme’s or something? If they have to name these things I would prefer something along the lines of “Velvet Hammer” or “Operation Silent ViceGrip”.

I’m ready and able whenever you need me USofA.