Sunday, May 27, 2018

Sunday funnies

Wanted: dairy farmers with really small hands.

Hey, I didn't need instruction to learn this method of surviving a knife attack...

It's on! Millenial vs. Baby Boomer...

Guy attacks Brit Hume in a three-word Tweet, gets two-thirds of it wrong.

"You can't say that, comrade."


"Because it's true".

Via Powerline's "The Week in Pictures"

Saturday, May 26, 2018

The "London-to-Langley Spy Ring"

An interesting piece in The American Spectator by George Neumayr on British/American collusion in the affair President Trump has designated "Spygate".

I wonder what the shade of Kim Philby has to say about all this?


Friday, May 25, 2018

Yeah, what's up with that?

Hillary was spotted in Boston today wearing a scarf and a heavy coat while the temperature climbed into the eighties.

My own theory is that her exoskeleton is in the shop for a lube job.

Speaking of Boston, the city's police commissioner had some pretty predictable things to say about guns, in comments he made about the recent House vote to liberalize concealed-carry laws. But what I really wanted to point out was this fellow's unusual physiognomy. He looks like the love child of Arwen Undómiel and Pa Kettle.

Clint Walker, RIP

I missed this by a few days, but wanted to note the passing of Clint Walker, one of my favorite TV western heroes. He'll always be Cheyenne, to me.

Happy Feet Friday

Here's Lowell Fulson from 1948 with some more of that proto-rock-and-roll.

Thursday, May 24, 2018

Looks like the Dems have developed a winning platform

Via friend and commenter JeffS.

Pelosi is truly a witch. But she needs to be more careful in public: lately she's been gabbling her incantations out loud.

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

John Brennan, "Mastermind"

John Brennan's attempt at blowing up Trump's presidency looks to be about as successful as the pathetic scheme of Guy Fawkes. George Neumayer at The American Spectator covers Brennan's role in this farce in detail. I find it particularly hilarious that Brennan used a bogus tip from Estonia's intelligence agency to start the ball rolling. I wonder how that went?

The scene: John Brennan's bedroom, well past midnight.

"Psssst! John! Oh, Johhhhnnnnyyyy!"

"Z-z-z-z...*Cough!*...Ummm...Gus Hall, he's our man, if he can't do it, nobody can-n-n...Z-z-z-z..."

"Ach! Vat a kakker! Vake up, John! I haff news fur yew!"

"Huh? Wha...what's that? Who are you? How did you get in here?"

"I yam Estonian secret agent, at your service! Ve are ver' gewd at de late night sneakings."

"Gawrsh! An Estonian secret agent! So, Estonia...That's somewhere near the Bahamas, right?"

[Sotto voce: "Ach, sa oled idioot!"] "No, is Baltic Republic".

"Oh, so down around Serbia."

"Is BALTIC republic, not Balkan republic! Never mind. Listen. Yew haff great hatings for dis fellow Trump, yes?"


"Gewd, gewd. I haff information dat yew can use against his presidential campaign. De Ruskis are giffing him much rubles. Yew take dat back to your FBI and tell, yes? Giff dis feller Trump much trouble."

"But how do I know this is true?"

"Yew haff vord of Estonian secret agent! Estonians never lie. Vell-known fact."

"But I don't even know your name or your position as an Estonian secret agent."

"Of course not! Vouldn't be a secret, denn, vould it?"

"Hmm. M'yes, you've got a point there. Thanks for the information. I'll get right on this."

"Jah, jah, yew do dat. You are needing anyt'ing else - more political secrets, birch firewood, dates vit' pretty Estonian girls whose favorite t'ings are including reindeer, herring sandwiches and taking de long valks on ice floes - ve are being glad to provide. Head aega, Johnny!"

* * * * * * * * *

The following morning...

"Ok, boss. The seed has been planted. The soil is not too deep, but there's plenty of fertilizer, so this idea looks like a winner."