He REALLY has a girlie golf swing. I would not play golf like he does unless I wore a skirt ... maybe wears a skirt when not on camera. Michael Jordan would know.
i love golf and i love cigarettes; and though i've heretofore remained mum on this whole gum-chewing-china-scandal, janus feels compelled by these -- our shared affections -- to briefly step-in and defend mistah presidente hussain-fidel-lenin-engels-trotsky-obama.
wanna know who hated tobacco more than bloomberg and the southern baptist convention combine? adolph hitler, that's who. yup, hitler found the habit to be disgusting and issued endless edicts to crimp the cool kids' style and blunt the simple pleasure afforded in smoking this divine plant.
hitler also used to deliberately manipulate the settings of negotiations such that he could irritate his rival -- if they were known to be a smoker -- by ensuring that the given venue prohibited smoking. it's' a low and base strategy; not the hallmark of nobility. nobility instead demands that the possessor of such take the day when his rival is at his best; so that not only do the people know, but all the moreso does the rival, that he has been trounced and there is no tenable excuse -- not materially nor in his imagination. this is why rule by deceit and deception can never last; for you see, the psychology of power is vital to its sustainability. in that, lies only last as long as they're accepted; and the moment they aren't, the psychology underpinning power (the faith by which it functions) flits away like a vapor, seeking something to fill the vacuum...something authentic and profoundly True. so, in a sense, the sino-strategy to restrict fidel obama's nicotine-intake can be likened to spiking your rival's drink with a laxative or something...cute but craven, chinamen.
and now for some 'racism'...maybe it's culturalism...who knows/who cares, the point is, the chinese have no place commenting on the manners of a westerner (and, yes, i will accept that a defensible argument can be made as whether or not mao-mao obama is a 'westerner' (that was a double allusion to the mao of china and the mao-mao of kenya (blood-thristy savages to a man; and passionate commies to boot)...but that's an argument for another time). the han chinese, the most prolific and aggressive spitters ever known to man, are going to just sit there and blithely pretend, slit-eyed and round-faced, that they don't everyday slosh through rivers of saliva? and when a chinaman greets you in manderin, it sounds like a threat, as if he were informing you that a severe shin-kicking is on the way.
but that's all the time i'm gonna invest in obama's defense. and so, mao-mao obama, smoke em if you got em; or, as they say deep in the kenyan bush, "click-click, tock-tock...unnnngh, unnnngh, waaakah-waaakah, shama-lama ding-dong."
now onto more important subjects, like, for instance, janus. as i close out this most recent adventure in my life and close in on completion of its attendant project, i look back at it all with mixed emotions. on the one hand, i will never be able to repeat such a feat. this has been an extraordinary tour through time/space & experience; and so i am in a sense nostalgic and reluctant to admit the end. but all this emotion is likewise mingled with a few frustrations. most especially, i'm upset with myself for not making the absolute most of things. i have a weakness for wasting time; but as i near the mid-point of my life-expectancy there is emergent in me a greater emphasis on the notion of time and the necessary economy thereof. all of which is not to say that i won't in the future loaf around aimlessly; only, i'll try and be more productive as i go about it.
and so, upon the 3 year anniversary of my adventure, i considered other options for an occupation. for you see, i fear the fate that's felled so many of my heroes: Faulkner, Hemmingway, Fitzgerald, Thompson...i could go on forever listing literary lions who've sacrificed their gift to idleness and vice. and it isn't that i'll ever live and ascetic life (i'll always make a bit of mischief), it's more to do with an understanding of the human condition, something to which we are all subject. it is reflected in God's first commandment to man after he & eve were ejected from paradise and sent waddling on to the land of nod. "man will salt his bread with the sweat of his brow." understanding that, i'd long ago decided that, no matter if i 'make it' in a commercial sense, i'll forever go on occupying my hands in some productive endeavor.
so you can see, all of these, especially the candlestick making, are non-starters.
and then i returned again to this idea of transportation. i don't know how long i'll go about this or how long it will remain viable, but this uber-driving really appeals to me. it's the perfect means to go about modern-day ramblin and live-out the cowboy dream. and so, amorica, brace yourself. janus could, at any given time, pop up in your quaint & charming hometown to poke around and uber it up for a day or two. one never knows what the tides of life will bring, but i'm bettin that this endeavor -- so long as it lasts -- will yield some stories i'll never forget. some to be shared on the Hedge, others for pay and the rest to be preserved in my private collection.
and so today i venture out to do something i've never done: shop for a new auto. i've always previously purchased used cars & trucks from individuals; in that i can fix near-about any machine there is and i'd always considered a new vehicle too costly a depreciation of capital, new was never for janus. but now, when appraising it as a place of business, my thinking is skewed to 'new' for all the obvious and practical reasons...and, besides, my current auto is a 1996 -- unacceptable for uber.
i'm thinkin of goin chevy...hey, somebody's gotta benefit from channel-stuffin...why not janus?
but, in the end, whether it's chevy/ford/dodge or what-have-you, looks like it's time for janus to saddle-up all cowboy-like in search of the amorican dream:
Go Crew Cab, back seats fold up for for stowing away gear & guns (or your girls...lol) for a two-man trip with plenty of room in the back for coolers and what not or down and you're Caddilakin in style.
I went with 2012 Ford but whatever...had to get Squire to show me how the damned USB port worked on the stereo, much better than toting around a box of CD's. I still can't bring myself to buy one new, got this one when they traded in a lease, 30k miles, runs like a scalded dog.
Squire got my old 98 Chevy extended cab, quarter million miles and still rollin ;-)
you make a very valid point; one that should be honed in upon. crew-cab, max seating: 5. chevy traverse: 8. that's 3 extras, nmewn...3 extra lovely lasses that a crew-cab won't accomodate. now, don't get me wrong, you're e-chattin with a country boy; and i've had my fair-share of lift-gate romance. but i'm at a point where i'd prefer to shag somewhere other than the rusty shelf of a cold, corregated steel compartment.
and you know how it is, if i get a proper truck i won't be able to resist the temptation to plaster it with confederate flags...this is the kind of thing that makes the fags in south boston very anxious.
hell, nmewn, maybe you're right...maybe i should go lift-gate pick-em-up truck and just put something on the stereo to make em feel comfortable and perfectly at ease.
Nevertheless, being chastised by the Chinese internet on account of crude manners is a humorous accomplishment Westerners living in Hong Kong and China are chuckling at this week.
And given the condescending lectures and media re-education they have been subjected to regarding the urgency of conforming to Western civility, it is not surprising. Particularly since alll the purveyers of the chewy stuff seem to be American companies.
For months you are warned it is bad manners to to do things like chew gum at an official function and look what strolls in...
yeah, WB, i basically agree. but you know janus -- just off killin two birds with a single stone.
besides, what concern have i for commies of any color? none.
believe me, i do understand that we're discussing the muslim president who likes to show-off the soles of his shoes propped up on the oval office desk for photo ops. that, my brother, is a gesture of explicit offense. i've had one or two briefings on international customs...and in the muslim/arab world, the sole of your shoe is like the middle finger times 11.
that is an impossibly tacky video...and i wouldn't have posted it if this post hadn't fallen offa the promoted row up top...but it's funny.
i'd like to someday see hong-kong...but i don't know how you've made it a home. where do you go when you need to commune with trees and creeks and critters?
ole friend, i'm commin to NY in about a month...i'll be stayin in bed-sty-brooklyn with some artists (long story). we should meet-up at a bar or something. i'm anxious to make your acquaintance.
scratch that dog of yours under his chin for janus.
My last fiancee, Budgie Twitters, a few years ago after the Nobel Peace Prize was awarded to a half baked black/white know nothing politician who hadn't done a damned thing to earn it told me something I just remembered.
She told me that she had attended a confab at the, "Common Sense Club", an organization devoted to outing the insanities, offenses great, and annoying, tragic, and apocalyptic about ignorant people voting in a democratic/republican government.
She said that one of the members dicovered a document in Philadelphia while doing some research at a Philly Cheese steak resataurant, Pat's, on the back of a napkin.
Although it was soiled with grease, and 'wit', legible was the script written on it which read,
"Ben, I think we need to add something to the Constitution that will allow us to rectify the voters' mistake of electing a total fucking moron".
This was attributed to none other than John Handcock but was vetoed by the majority.
i wonder if knowing how to play golf was one of the prerequisites for his manchurianism. or was that just a bonus to his handlers for the added appearance of prestige?
Reports indicate he does not know how to play golf.
But he certainly does know how to protect banksters from criminal prosecution. Appoint bankster asslickers like Holder and Lynch to come up with lame brain theories about how the prosecution of executives for corporate misconduct is just too difficult a task to accomplish in the American criminal justice system.
The bankster cocksucker thinks appointing women and African Americans to high positions makes up for it. And sadly for too many liberal suckers and progressive morons, it does.
He REALLY has a girlie golf swing. I would not play golf like he does unless I wore a skirt ... maybe wears a skirt when not on camera. Michael Jordan would know.
The Mao-bama is an instant work of genius, a classic political caricature that will out live us all.
It is my wish that Obama and his owners meet the same fate as Mao's gang of 4.
i love golf and i love cigarettes; and though i've heretofore remained mum on this whole gum-chewing-china-scandal, janus feels compelled by these -- our shared affections -- to briefly step-in and defend mistah presidente hussain-fidel-lenin-engels-trotsky-obama.
wanna know who hated tobacco more than bloomberg and the southern baptist convention combine? adolph hitler, that's who. yup, hitler found the habit to be disgusting and issued endless edicts to crimp the cool kids' style and blunt the simple pleasure afforded in smoking this divine plant.
hitler also used to deliberately manipulate the settings of negotiations such that he could irritate his rival -- if they were known to be a smoker -- by ensuring that the given venue prohibited smoking. it's' a low and base strategy; not the hallmark of nobility. nobility instead demands that the possessor of such take the day when his rival is at his best; so that not only do the people know, but all the moreso does the rival, that he has been trounced and there is no tenable excuse -- not materially nor in his imagination. this is why rule by deceit and deception can never last; for you see, the psychology of power is vital to its sustainability. in that, lies only last as long as they're accepted; and the moment they aren't, the psychology underpinning power (the faith by which it functions) flits away like a vapor, seeking something to fill the vacuum...something authentic and profoundly True. so, in a sense, the sino-strategy to restrict fidel obama's nicotine-intake can be likened to spiking your rival's drink with a laxative or something...cute but craven, chinamen.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fO9gVkdy3aE
and now for some 'racism'...maybe it's culturalism...who knows/who cares, the point is, the chinese have no place commenting on the manners of a westerner (and, yes, i will accept that a defensible argument can be made as whether or not mao-mao obama is a 'westerner' (that was a double allusion to the mao of china and the mao-mao of kenya (blood-thristy savages to a man; and passionate commies to boot)...but that's an argument for another time). the han chinese, the most prolific and aggressive spitters ever known to man, are going to just sit there and blithely pretend, slit-eyed and round-faced, that they don't everyday slosh through rivers of saliva? and when a chinaman greets you in manderin, it sounds like a threat, as if he were informing you that a severe shin-kicking is on the way.
but that's all the time i'm gonna invest in obama's defense. and so, mao-mao obama, smoke em if you got em; or, as they say deep in the kenyan bush, "click-click, tock-tock...unnnngh, unnnngh, waaakah-waaakah, shama-lama ding-dong."
now onto more important subjects, like, for instance, janus. as i close out this most recent adventure in my life and close in on completion of its attendant project, i look back at it all with mixed emotions. on the one hand, i will never be able to repeat such a feat. this has been an extraordinary tour through time/space & experience; and so i am in a sense nostalgic and reluctant to admit the end. but all this emotion is likewise mingled with a few frustrations. most especially, i'm upset with myself for not making the absolute most of things. i have a weakness for wasting time; but as i near the mid-point of my life-expectancy there is emergent in me a greater emphasis on the notion of time and the necessary economy thereof. all of which is not to say that i won't in the future loaf around aimlessly; only, i'll try and be more productive as i go about it.
and so, upon the 3 year anniversary of my adventure, i considered other options for an occupation. for you see, i fear the fate that's felled so many of my heroes: Faulkner, Hemmingway, Fitzgerald, Thompson...i could go on forever listing literary lions who've sacrificed their gift to idleness and vice. and it isn't that i'll ever live and ascetic life (i'll always make a bit of mischief), it's more to do with an understanding of the human condition, something to which we are all subject. it is reflected in God's first commandment to man after he & eve were ejected from paradise and sent waddling on to the land of nod. "man will salt his bread with the sweat of his brow." understanding that, i'd long ago decided that, no matter if i 'make it' in a commercial sense, i'll forever go on occupying my hands in some productive endeavor.
i for a while considered becoming a butcher:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IsF1G1sGr-g
then i thought about baking:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J1W1CHhxDSk
and i toyed around with the idea of candle-stick-making:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wfgr0CFcJYU
so you can see, all of these, especially the candlestick making, are non-starters.
and then i returned again to this idea of transportation. i don't know how long i'll go about this or how long it will remain viable, but this uber-driving really appeals to me. it's the perfect means to go about modern-day ramblin and live-out the cowboy dream. and so, amorica, brace yourself. janus could, at any given time, pop up in your quaint & charming hometown to poke around and uber it up for a day or two. one never knows what the tides of life will bring, but i'm bettin that this endeavor -- so long as it lasts -- will yield some stories i'll never forget. some to be shared on the Hedge, others for pay and the rest to be preserved in my private collection.
and so today i venture out to do something i've never done: shop for a new auto. i've always previously purchased used cars & trucks from individuals; in that i can fix near-about any machine there is and i'd always considered a new vehicle too costly a depreciation of capital, new was never for janus. but now, when appraising it as a place of business, my thinking is skewed to 'new' for all the obvious and practical reasons...and, besides, my current auto is a 1996 -- unacceptable for uber.
i'm thinkin of goin chevy...hey, somebody's gotta benefit from channel-stuffin...why not janus?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jQ5tKh0aBDc
but, in the end, whether it's chevy/ford/dodge or what-have-you, looks like it's time for janus to saddle-up all cowboy-like in search of the amorican dream:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4jUkW5wY2M8
in search of janus...or possibly something bettah still:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JAO3QTU4PzY
in the room the women come & go/
talking of michaelangelo...,
janus
Go Crew Cab, back seats fold up for for stowing away gear & guns (or your girls...lol) for a two-man trip with plenty of room in the back for coolers and what not or down and you're Caddilakin in style.
I went with 2012 Ford but whatever...had to get Squire to show me how the damned USB port worked on the stereo, much better than toting around a box of CD's. I still can't bring myself to buy one new, got this one when they traded in a lease, 30k miles, runs like a scalded dog.
Squire got my old 98 Chevy extended cab, quarter million miles and still rollin ;-)
you make a very valid point; one that should be honed in upon. crew-cab, max seating: 5. chevy traverse: 8. that's 3 extras, nmewn...3 extra lovely lasses that a crew-cab won't accomodate. now, don't get me wrong, you're e-chattin with a country boy; and i've had my fair-share of lift-gate romance. but i'm at a point where i'd prefer to shag somewhere other than the rusty shelf of a cold, corregated steel compartment.
and you know how it is, if i get a proper truck i won't be able to resist the temptation to plaster it with confederate flags...this is the kind of thing that makes the fags in south boston very anxious.
hell, nmewn, maybe you're right...maybe i should go lift-gate pick-em-up truck and just put something on the stereo to make em feel comfortable and perfectly at ease.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kKvtyvoy4Xk
janus
Nevertheless, being chastised by the Chinese internet on account of crude manners is a humorous accomplishment Westerners living in Hong Kong and China are chuckling at this week.
And given the condescending lectures and media re-education they have been subjected to regarding the urgency of conforming to Western civility, it is not surprising. Particularly since alll the purveyers of the chewy stuff seem to be American companies.
For months you are warned it is bad manners to to do things like chew gum at an official function and look what strolls in...
yeah, WB, i basically agree. but you know janus -- just off killin two birds with a single stone.
besides, what concern have i for commies of any color? none.
believe me, i do understand that we're discussing the muslim president who likes to show-off the soles of his shoes propped up on the oval office desk for photo ops. that, my brother, is a gesture of explicit offense. i've had one or two briefings on international customs...and in the muslim/arab world, the sole of your shoe is like the middle finger times 11.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOmoS4MshJs
that is an impossibly tacky video...and i wouldn't have posted it if this post hadn't fallen offa the promoted row up top...but it's funny.
i'd like to someday see hong-kong...but i don't know how you've made it a home. where do you go when you need to commune with trees and creeks and critters?
janus
driving, it is a calling, drive on. drive it all to the point of destination and then beyond i say. that is justice
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hLhN__oEHaw
ole friend, i'm commin to NY in about a month...i'll be stayin in bed-sty-brooklyn with some artists (long story). we should meet-up at a bar or something. i'm anxious to make your acquaintance.
scratch that dog of yours under his chin for janus.
i am a passenger,
janus
{ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iAbgmXVaOc8 }
wonderful musical selections as always.
FORE, BITCHEZ!!!! OOPS, I MEAN FORWARD!!
My last fiancee, Budgie Twitters, a few years ago after the Nobel Peace Prize was awarded to a half baked black/white know nothing politician who hadn't done a damned thing to earn it told me something I just remembered.
She told me that she had attended a confab at the, "Common Sense Club", an organization devoted to outing the insanities, offenses great, and annoying, tragic, and apocalyptic about ignorant people voting in a democratic/republican government.
She said that one of the members dicovered a document in Philadelphia while doing some research at a Philly Cheese steak resataurant, Pat's, on the back of a napkin.
Although it was soiled with grease, and 'wit', legible was the script written on it which read,
"Ben, I think we need to add something to the Constitution that will allow us to rectify the voters' mistake of electing a total fucking moron".
This was attributed to none other than John Handcock but was vetoed by the majority.
making fun of evil is virtious.
http://www.covert.podserver.info/viewtopic.php?f=17&t=532&sid=7c432f7e651be34311dd1c9bcdd5bb3c
making fun of evil is virtious.
http://www.covert.podserver.info/viewtopic.php?f=17&t=532&sid=7c432f7e651be34311dd1c9bcdd5bb3c
I guess he's gotta be blowin' on somethin'.
Isn't he blowing Reggie?
Tread on thee.
i wonder if knowing how to play golf was one of the prerequisites for his manchurianism. or was that just a bonus to his handlers for the added appearance of prestige?
disclaimer: i fucking suck at golf.
Reports indicate he does not know how to play golf.
But he certainly does know how to protect banksters from criminal prosecution. Appoint bankster asslickers like Holder and Lynch to come up with lame brain theories about how the prosecution of executives for corporate misconduct is just too difficult a task to accomplish in the American criminal justice system.
The bankster cocksucker thinks appointing women and African Americans to high positions makes up for it. And sadly for too many liberal suckers and progressive morons, it does.
My brother ;-)
Very appropriate choice of words!
He is keeping the snake down so he can give himself an enema and than let it back in the man cave.
Themis transformed to filth.
I assume that's the snake from the Gadsden flag that Caligubama is treading on.
Oboy looks like Mao which seems appropriate....