Tuesday, December 31, 2019

Fifty Seven Times Around The Sun As Of Today....

As we close out 2019 I get to celebrate my birthday and the start of a new year and a new decade.

This blog was started back in November of 2010 with no real direction other than sharing the various funny, political, cringeworthy, sexy, sophomoric things that I find interesting on the webz. It's you, my readers, that have kept it going. Over the years I met a few of you in person and have corresponded with many many more. 

Thanks, as always, for stopping by this little corner of the net. I'm sure I speak for Jeffery as well when I say thay we are wishing you a Happy New MAGA Year for 2020! Stay safe.

Now, for a little self indulgence:

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Monday, December 30, 2019

The First Helicopter To Cross The English Channel

No, it wasn't the model in the 1968 film Where Eagles Dare, but it was built by the Germans during WW2. Had this model been mass produced as planned, it could have been a "game changer". The allies were on top of their game to destroy the factory that was to produce 400 of these machines per month.

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 My choice is #2 or #3 because I don't have the patience to wait for well done.


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Monday, In between Two Midweek Holidays... You Just Want To Roll Over And Sleep

Saturday, December 28, 2019

Old Alliances Die Hard: UPDATED

                        This is the Tokyo Philharmonic Orchestra Playing Panzerlied. (Japan TV 2015)

I received a reply email from Dale in Ohio with another interesting video of the TPO playing the intro to the 1977 film Cross of Iron. Check it out if you are fan.

I didn't think it was going to fit.

Never Forget: Lt. Col. Andrew Tanner

Tanner was a downed fighter pilot (Ace) who became a resistance fighter after he was shot down in October of 1984 shortly after the Russian invasion of the Midwestern United States. Col. Tanner was KIA February 1985 and posthumously awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor after sacrificing himself during the great Sangre de Cristo Tank Battle allowing his compatriots to safely retreat.  Prior to his demise Col. Tanner was invaluable in his role as a guerrilla fighter inflicting heavy casualties upon the enemy and destroying numerous vehicles, aircraft and other war materiel helping to defeat Soviet forces in the Southern Rocky Mountain area of operations.

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Wednesday, December 25, 2019

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Merry Christmas One and All...

  Thanks again to ALL of you that stop by this 
little corner of the webz.  

I hope Santa was good to each and every one of you.

 Except my little troll spammer.

I hope he jammed some coal where the sun don't shine.

Tuesday, December 24, 2019

Snoopy's Christmas: Royal Guardsmen

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♫♫ Irish's Favorite New Christmas Song... ♫♫

Five Alabama Police Officers Were Killed With Stolen Handguns This Year

Wait a minute. Don't we already have laws on the books declaring burglary, felons in possession of a firearms, buying and receiving stolen property,  murder, etc all crimes punishable by lengthy sentences behind bars or even death? Why are liberals convinced that passing more laws will lower the rates of gun crimes? I believe most of the useful idiots simply do not know any better and are just parroting the gun ban mantra of their overlords. The leaders behind the movement use crimes such as this one as another rung in their ladder climbing towards their ultimate goal of registration, confiscation, domination, and ultimately "elimination" of their opposition. Gun owners have already surrendered much more of their liberty than they should have. It is time for Americans to say NO to "common sense" gun legislation, red flag laws, ammunition taxes, magazine bans, "assault weapon" bans, or any other kind of  damn ban. The anti-gunners know they will never be able to force their will on an armed populace. Never surrender your guns. Teach your children and other young folks how to shoot and the importance of the Second Amendment. Resist by any means necessary. Armed men are way more difficult to herd into ditches or be loaded onto boxcars.

The story in the header can be read HERE,

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Twas The Night Before Christmas

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Barbara  and her pretty Christmas red dress 🎅❤
#idreamofjeannieseries #idreamofjeanniefans #christmasiscoming #barbaraeden

Here she is at 56 years young performing in the Bob Hope USO Christmas Special in the Persian Gulf (1987), Bob Hope was funny man too. Barbara starts at about 5:12.

Monday, December 23, 2019

Christmas Crossing....

 h/t to B.C.

R.I.P. Junior Johnson

Junior passed away Dec. 20th. He had been in declining health and had Alzheimer's. Johnson embodied what NASCAR was. I write WAS because it is far from the sport it was back in its heyday before it abandoned its fan base and went "politically correct". Junior was a successful driver, mechanic, and later racing team owner. He began driving at age 8 and was hauling his daddy's moonshine by age 16. After he had won several races and had become locally famous, he was caught by federal agents tending his daddy's still. He served eleven months in a federal prison and was released early for "good behavior". In 1986 Junior was granted a full pardon by President Ronald Reagan. Tom Wolfe wrote an article about the life and times of Junior Johnson in 1965 and labeled him "The Last American Hero". This became the title of the 1973 movie by the same name starring Jeff Bridges. While I was looking for photos of Johnson, I came across the article below titled My Kind Of People: Junior Johnson that sums up not only Johnson's life, but the death of NASCAR, and the systematic genocide of the American male and American way of life. I hope y'all enjoy it as much as I did. 

NASCAR legend Junior Johnson and his 1940 Ford.
My wife has recently re-arranged my office and, in the process, moved some books that I hadn’t read in a while, so the other day I picked up Tom Wolfe’s The Kandy-Kolored Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby (1965) and began re-reading it. The best journalism — and Tom Wolfe, who died last year at age 88, was certainly the best — has an enduring value, and a lot of the stories collected in Streamline Baby were innovative works of cultural anthropology. The titular essay, first published by Esquire in 1963, examined the rise of hot-rod and custom-car culture in Southern California after World War II. Drag racing on L.A.’s Sepulveda Boulevard in the 1940s, a scene that centered around the Picadilly drive-in — that’s where the hot-rod culture originated, and Wolfe got the story directly from George Barris, king of the custom designs. It was this California trip that truly launched Wolfe’s career as an essayist. A writer for the old New York Herald-Tribune, Wolfe had gone out West to explore the custom-car craze, but couldn’t figure out how to write the story until finally, with deadline looming, his editor said, just send us your notes and we’ll have somebody else write it up. Wolfe sat down at his typewriter and cranked out a 49-page memo in about 10 hours and Esquire published the whole zany, wonderful mess.
Streamline Baby also includes brilliant little word-portraits of celebrities from early-1960s teen culture — “The Fifth Beatle” (DJ Murray “The K” Kaufman), “The Girl of the Year” (model Baby Jane Holzer), “The First Tycoon of Teen” (record producer Phil Spector) — but the real masterpiece is an article Wolfe wrote for the March 1965 issue of Esquire, “The Last American Hero,” about NASCAR legend Junior Johnson.
Robert Glenn Johnson Jr., a native of Wilkes County, N.C., got his start hauling moonshine through the hills of Appalachia, where his innovative methods of out-running federal revenue agents included a move that became known as “the bootleg turn,” a 180-degree reversal that set him running back through and past his hapless pursuers. Johnson’s father was a moonshiner who spent a total of 20 years in prison, and Junior was one of three sons who specialized in delivering the merchandise via souped-up cars. One day someone asked him to drive in a race at a local dirt track, where he was the first driver to develop the “power slide” technique in turns, and by 1955, he won five races on the NASCAR circuit. In 1960, he won the Daytona 500, where he invented the technique of “drafting” behind a faster car.

As should be obvious, Junior Johnson was highly intelligent, not in a bookish or abstract way, but in a hands-on practical way. He became a successful businessman, and as a NASCAR team owner helped develop such champions as Cale Yarborough and Darrell Waltrip. Now 87, Johnson is a living legend, his life made famous in the 1973 film The Last American Hero starring Jeff Bridges, and in 1986, President Ronald Reagan gave him a pardon for his 1956 federal moonshining conviction.
Tom Wolfe’s 1965 article is a sort of sociology text, and includes such spendidly written and insightful passages as this:
To millions of good old boys, and girls, the automobile represented not only liberation from what was still pretty much a land-bound form of social organization but also a great leap forward into twentieth-century glamour, an idea that was being dinned in on the South like everywhere else. . . . It got so that on Sundays there wouldn’t be a safe straight stretch of road in the county, because so many wild country boys would be out racing or just raising hell on the roads. A lot of other kids, who weren’t basically wild, would be driving like hell every morning and every night, driving to jobs perhaps thirty or forty miles away, jobs that were available only because of automobiles. . . . After the war there was a great deal of stout-burgher talk about people who lived in hovels and bought big-yacht cars to park out front. This was one of the symbols of a new, spendthrift age. But there was a great deal of unconscious resentment buried in the talk. It was resentment against (a) the fact that the good old boy had his money at all and (b) the fact that the car symbolized freedom, a slightly wild, careening emancipation from the old social order. Stock-car racing got started about this time, right after the war, and it was immediately regarded as some kind of manifestation of the animal irresponsibility of the lower orders. It had a truly terrible reputation. It was — well, it looked rowdy or something.
Now, Tom Wolfe was a genuine intellectual — he had a Ph.D. from Princeton, for crying out loud — but he was also a Southerner, a native of Virginia, and unlike so many other journalists who have written about the South, he had sympathy for the people he wrote about. He wasn’t out to write an exposé or to do what is nowadays called “investigative journalism,” but sought to explain the folkways of small-town Appalachia to the urban sophisticates who read Esquire, to make the reader see how wholesome and quintessentially American these people really were.
If you want to know why nobody gives a damn about magazines like Esquire anymore, it’s because the progressive politics of the 21st century forbid any sympathy for the kind of people who like NASCAR. Everything in big-league journalism now is about left-wing politics, more or less, and because North Carolina rednecks probably aren’t too excited about the Left’s agenda of open borders and transgender rights and all that, there is zero possibility a latter-day Tom Wolfe could get any New York-based magazine to publish an article like “The Last American Hero.”
The whole thing is basically a celebration of toxic masculinity, as the Gender Studies majors would say. Junior Johnson was not one of these “sensitive” modern guys, but a big muscular fellow who thrived on ferocious competition in one of the most masculine of sports.

What struck Tom Wolfe as so heroic in Junior Johnson was the man’s reckless daredevil courage. Johnson set speed records in qualifying simply because he was willing to take curves at tire-smoking speeds that even his fellow NASCAR drivers considered insanely risky. Going all-out on a straightaway is one thing, but it was Johnson’s absolute fearlessness in those high-banked curves that made him legendary. Wolfe captures perfectly the milieu of Appalachia that bred such courage:
The people there were already isolated, geographically, by the mountains and had strong clan ties because they were all from the same stock, Scotch-Irish. Moonshining isolated them even more. They always had to be careful who came up there. There are plenty of hollows to this day where if you drive in and ask some good old boy where so-and-so is, he’ll tell you he never heard of the fellow. Then the next minute, if you identify yourself and give some idea of why you want to see him, and he believes you, he’ll suddenly say, “Aw, you’re talking about so-and-so. I thought you said—” With all this isolation, the mountain people began to take on certain characteristics normally associated, by the diffident civilizations of today, with tribes. There was a strong sense of family, clan and honor. People would cut and shoot each other up over honor. And physical courage! They were almost like Turks that way.
In the Korean War, not a very heroic performance by American soldiers generally, there were seventy-eight Medal of Honor winners. Thirty-nine of them were from the South, and practically all of the thirty-nine were from small towns in or near the Appalachians. The New York metropolitan area, which has more people than all these towns put together, had three Medal of Honor winners, and one of them had just moved to New York from the Appalachian region of West Virginia. Three of the Medal of Honor winners came from within fifty miles of Junior Johnson’s side porch.
What were the odds, eh? Wolfe’s point is that the same conditions that produced such an extraordinary concentration of military heroes in the small towns of Appalachia also explained the kind of daredevil courage required to run 140 mph neck-and-neck with a man who might give you a bump and send you spinning into a concrete retaining wall.
Naw, Esquire would never publish an article like “The Last American Hero” in the 21st century. It doesn’t fit their narrative, which is all about Diversity and Inclusion and Progress. Esquire editor Jay Fielden’s hand-wringing over the #MeToo revelations and his virtue-signalling over “gun culture” signify his contempt for the sort of manly men who admire Medal of Honor winners or NASCAR drivers. The suspicion that these men vote Republican — 68% of white males in North Carolina voted for Trump, who carried Wilkes County with 77% of the vote — is enough to render them “deplorables” in the eyes of Esquire editors, all of whom voted for Hillary and are probably lined up to back Kamala Harris in 2020. Everything in journalism is politics now, and it’s not the kind of politics that celebrates moonshine runners or dirt-track racers or any other kind of authentic all-American masculinity. Esquire used to be a men’s magazine, but what is it now? I don’t know, and I don’t reckon Jay Fielden could explain it, either. It’s a ghost of its former self, another once-great institution the liberals have ruined in their decades-long crusade to destroy the American Way of Life. Selah.

I Wonder If She's Still Out There....

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Sunday, December 22, 2019

Shit Just Got Real

Wanted Man Already In Jail When Federal Agents And Mobile Co. Sheriff's Office Raid His FORMER Home And Shoot 19 Year Old Woman Inside

Ann Rylee

To Serve:

This shit has got to stop. A little homework on the LEO's part would have shown the man they were seeking had already been booked into the Mobile County Jail. Identifying themselves as law enforcement officers before crashing through the door might have kept the young Ann Rylee from being shot after brandishing a shotgun. Mrs. Rylee was asleep in a recliner and was startled awake, grabbed a nearby shotgun, and then was shot five times. Apparently, after seeing the shotgun,  two U.S. Marshall's yelled "gun, gun, gun!" as they opened fire. The sheriff's office claims they identified themselves, but the family disputes this. At one point her condition was critical, but she is now expected to survive.

                       Read the entire story and watch the newscast video by clicking HERE,

Tragic Death Caught On Camera...

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Saturday, December 21, 2019

Winter Solstice EST 11:19 PM

Winter solstice 2019 in Northern Hemisphere will be at 11:19 PM on
December 21

7:11 am – 4:12 pm
9 hours, 1 minute

Now the days get longer and we ramp up to spring!! 


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