Athletic Injury...?
This morning the Niglet and I went on dawn Dawg Patrol. I've been letting our miles slide for too long so a nice medium walk was on the agenda today. We did an easy four miler - out the door at 6:00 am. It is still cool in the morn and the poor black pupper just gets fried as the day gets on so I figured she'd handle it no problem. But around three and a harf miles out... she began to pant and limp...? When I got her home I got some breakfast and treats into her and when she settled down I checked her out. Ya do the first-aid thing where you gently feel them up and if they twitch or whine ya kinda get an idea of where the problem is. I think it *may* be her back leg ...? She got fussy and tried to protect it a bit so I will keep an eye on it. We might start going out earlier too, because it starts heating up at around 7:00 am or so around here. I hope the little bugger is alright... time will tell. But she is doing good otherwise. Out on the walk this morn she took a dump and then tried to wipe her bum by scooting - in the middle of a bloody intersection! Like her master - she is all class, all the way!
A Church That Seriously Needs to Get Burned Down
Up here in Canada, that fart sucking retard - Justin Turdo - stirred up all the First Nation Freeloaders by insisting that the catholic church - through the efforts of priests and nuns - where actively genociding natives during the Residential School programs back in the early 1900s. (The aim of those schools was to get some schooling and education into indian children by putting them into church run residential schools where they would learn manners, math, literacy and other essential skills required of civilized human beings). It was ridiculous and a hoax because (of course) - absolutely NO evidence was ever found to support it. No bodies, no graves, no records. But the shitlibs were adamant that the church had committed mass murder, and a ridiculous and nauseating virtue signaling political movement set up where Whitey and the Church were expected to beg forgiveness from the natives for a crime that never really happened. And of course, those drunken wastes of skin ginned themselves up into a rage and started burning down churches as a result, thinking they were avenging past wrongs. Kinda like the 2Gs in America wanting reparations for slavery 150 years ago - even though none of them were ever slaves, and none of us were ever slave owners. Instead of chimping out... our red 2G's burn down churches. It is still a concern to the churches up here - some drunken chug could show up at any time and throw a fire bomb through a window and the flames reduce your church to ashes.
Now... I dunno if this church is Roman Catholic, or Anglican or whatever - I don't even know what denominational differences are in that.... but... hell's bells! You don't apologize to these mutts - especially if the accusations are untrue! It's churches like these that end up with angry, stupid lesbians in the pulpit and and flying rainbow flags out front! Sucking up to those rage headed red retards will not placate them and only make them angrier. If they want truth and reconciliation, here it is: without Whitey, you red morons would be killing each other in vicious endless intertribal wars, you'd be crapping in the forest without TP and you'd be facing periodic pestilence and disease without medicine! I don't know what any of these guys are thinking.
Sheesh.
The Filthie Cigar Connoisseur: Dead Stubfart Cigars
Awhile back I did an informal review of Dead Baby Cigars. The pic on the package featured a dead sproglet that was supposed to shame me into never smoking again. That didn't work - so now we have pics of some dead stubfart with all his guts hanging out trying to shame me into only smoking healthy products - like pot! I don't think they put pics like this on legal pot, do they? I never really got into pot as a kid. It might come around at parties when I was a teen and I'd take a quick perfunctory toot to be sociable and pass it on... but it never did anything for me. In any event - you will not see real connoisseurs like Karl Ushanka smoking crap like this... but for a casual smoker like me, a stoagie like this with a enamel tin cup of coffee in the morn just makes the world right again. Back in the day they woulda cost 5 cents each. I think I paid $20.00 for them. They're fine for a cup of coffee in the morn... but if you have the good scotch out... you will want a good cigar to pair with it - not Blunt Berry Phillies. Just my two cents, your mileage may vary.
Mental Decline
I'd just finished my morning coffee when the phone went off with another important text from Flapz. He poasted a rude joke but I was just fuzzbarred by it. I didn't get it! What is it??? My brain short circuited and I went into a semantic poop-loop and couldn't figure it out. What's that? A Brownie? On a retard...? What?!?!? Finally I broke down and asked Flapz to explain it. It's a brownie on a downie. FFS - I am gonna pound him next time I see him. That's almost as bad as BP's dad jokes. Ya know what? I think I am a downie. I should probably be offended by that...
But I suppose I must make allowances. Flapz is getting old too and has been forced to downsize. He decided to trade off his UTV - a sweet Arctic Cat 700...
The sign says it's an Anglican church, Glen, but I get your point. In the goodolUSofA, the indians outnumbered us interlopers by a helluvalot. Did they come after us? Some did, for sure. For the most part though, they were so busy fighting with each other to mount any kind of offense against us whities. They were too busy trading their women for horses, both with other tribes and with us whities. In the end, the indians were outnumbered and outgunned, and suffered the same fate as most conquered nations at the time. By the time they got their collective poop in a group it was WAY too late. Given the mentality of the times, the indians are lucky to have any genentic line at all. Somehow though, the indians are the only perfect people on Earth. I remember watchin "Dances With Wolves," where at the end, a screed started scolling up the screen saying that this "great horse culture" that had endured for a thousand years had been eradicated. Never mind the fact that, given the time period set in the movie, that horse culture could've only existed for a few hundred years at best, as there WERE no horses in North America... until the SPANIARDS BROUGHT THEM!
ReplyDeleteLong story short, I owe the indians NOTHING. I owe the Wakandans NOTHING. END.
"Cake on a flake, maybe? It's kinda like the "vanity" license plates here in the land of fruits and nuts. People pay an additional $65.00 PER YEAR to sport license plates that say something only decipherable by them... I don't get it... Then again, WHAT ABOUT California do I get... except the bills?...