it just so happens that janus had a near-fatal brush with politics late last night.
satisfying appetites is the road to ruin, and hunger -- being foremost among them -- has a way of getting me in the foulest of trouble. i should've expected as much. last night was a dreary, spooky and eerie sorta night on the cape. a drizzling rain seized the atmosphere and saturated the area in a silt of precipitation. the foxes were in their holes, birds in their nests but poor janus had no where to consume his repast. i was by now spooked, forelorn and hungry. after depositing several revelers at a bar, i turned into an olde-school italian joint right at the bicep in the cape's strong arm (when giving geographic references on cape cod, you make a fist and do a flex-pose; then you point to a spot on your arm to fix its coordinates).
now, as we all know, the italians are altogether clueless when it comes to cuisine; and since amorica has proven to the WOPs that olive garden is the only palatable form of this wretched fare, most of the classic olde-school italian joints have gone the way of house-made pasta. disgusted as i was at the prospect of authentic italian food, i did my best to make the most of a bad situation.
taking a seat at the bar, i was disturbed to encounter a gentlemanly, courteous, knowledgeable and amiable host. things did not improve after i devoured the near-perfect salad glazed with fresh-made dressing. and after clearing my plate and scooping up every last morsel of my linguine with white-sauce and baby clams (i couldn't even stand to look at the stuff!), i thought about pronouncing a curse on these people and their unwillingness to yeild...how dare they stand by their traditions and ways! i will not rest until that lovely place is leveled and improved with the neon glow of a sprawling olive garden, complete with insolent and tatted-up waiters with a surly contempt for class.
also, the patriots put on an offensive display that stirred me to even greater loathing. if there's one thing i hate in athletics, it's a moving come-back by the home-team.
the only thing left to do at this point was smoke; and so i did.
while smoking outside with the maitre d and with him inspecting the interior of a convertible mazarati owned by one of the regulars, i came to really hate these italians. beautiful women, fun loving and witty dudes, incredible food, mazaratis so fine they make you salavate in their presence...and now an italian QB for the patriots!?!
anyway, as i'm caressing the supple leather and creasing the smooth stitching along its seams, the maitre d turns to me and says, "hey, that's boston's new mayor."
it was only a matter of time before mayor walsh and janus crossed paths, and the scene couldn't have been any denser with drama.
and now, politics ala janus:
"HEY, MARTY! when you gonna do something about the blight covering boston!?!" thunders janus.
"calm down, gentle constituent, we're hard at work on our plan to fumigate harvard." replies the mayor.
"no, walshy, i mean the irish...when are you going to flush these gingers back to their native land." i said this because, in my time in boston i've learned that there's no better way to curry the favor of WOPs than by insulting the MICKs.
no sooner had i issued my plea and the mayor is cracking my jaw with an impressive left-check to the chin. i have to say, for a mayor, mr. walsh packs a real wallop. and then it was ON!
my new friends -- the WOPs -- came spilling outta the kitchen shouting 'momma-mia!' and other italian curses that sounded an awful lot like the myriad varieties of pasta extruded somewhere in their basement. it was an ethnic brawl par excellance, with janus publicus smack-dab in the eye of its hurricane.
but it wasn't without consequence. boston's mayor is a ferocious menace; and though i'm sure he was just as disappointed in the lack of olive gardens, this level of intensity could only be explained by that feisty irish genomic code. but, really, how could janus have possibly guessed that boston's mayor would be irish? i mean, 'walsh' sounds like a welch name to me...and i can spool off welch insults till the cows come home. nevertheless, the mayor chipped 70 or 80 of my teeth, cracked several dozen ribs and gave me five black eyes.
fortunately, the state police showed up just in time to save the mayor from my retaliation...it took 63 troopers to finally pull the mayor offa me. fuckin bully.
but it all ended well. janus and mayor walsh hopped into the mazarati ferris-buheler-style and made tracks for the nearest olive garden in hyannis, where we chatted it up with the sleazy tatted-out wait-staff, toasted to the wretched philistinism surrounding, and proceeded to pick a fight with some greeks who gave us the stink-eye.
just another night in massachusetts...and now i'm off for another'n
That is another good one janus. Just keep in mind that we are not important and can never possibly affectate poiticians with a sharp word or two if need be.
Well, on Aug. 23, 2016 lets see where we stand. Way too early to pick a winner. In the meantime, the Donald needs to be briefed. And come ~365 days from now lets see how well he took to this briefing. Will there be a new and/or modified entry to his wiki page on foreign policy?
* To any here who think and/or claim VT, NEO, et al are disinfo, then give me a better source of intelligence. Boots on the ground. Bureau chiefs and staff hunkering down in Damascus hotels under siege. Not armchair analysts sitting in air conditioned offices in Austin, TX (largely getting instructions via Mossad contacts). Give me et al a better source. Put up or STFU!
[1] Be sure to take the time to absorb the background info. If you are not up to speed here, then it is going to take a few weeks or even months to get complete context here. That is just one price per your (insuring) freedom(s).
[2] To be sure, it has been confirmed via IAEA staff that the device used in Tianjin was a 20 kiloton [3]. c/o Tel Aviv. Better quality video does show scintillation.
[3] I have asked for clarification here from VT. 20 kt was used at Nagasaki (Fat Man). 15 kt at Hiroshima (Little Boy). The W54 pits (modified Davy Crockett), stolen from Pantex (Amarillo), among 300 other such devices yield between 10 tons to 1 kt (TNT). [4]
[4] I did my own math here. A Mark 84 2000 lbs. bomb yields a crater ~30 ft. wide X 15 ft. deep. The Tianjin blast appears to be at ground level, not an air burst. 20 kt. is 20,000 Mark 84s going off at once. That is 40,000,000 lbs. of TNT. That would yield a crater ~114 miles wide and deep. We don't see that in the photos. A 20 ton W54 Davy Crockett would yield ~600' wide and ~300' deep crater. (About 2 X 1 football fields) More like what we are seeing in available photos. I think the kiloton is a misprint. This article is fresh off the press today with no editing cited.
It’s obvious to me: Contagion from Greece has taken over US politics!
So far, we’ve got Medusa, the hideous human female with living venomous snakes in place of hair -- a gaze directly into her eyes turns onlookers to stone
and a Siren, with an appeal that is hard to resist but that, if heeded, will lead to disaster
Already kickin' Deez Nuts to the side of the road, huh?
Ingnore Deez Nuts at your own peril - they'll always hanging around, lurking in tha shadows. Ready to swing into action when Americans wake up. Deez Nuts has stood up and demands to be counted! Surgery on Hillary is the only way you're going to make Deez Nuts disappear from the political scene.
In our fourth of July parade, I yelled at Tammy Duckworth to "reduce spending". She just yelled back "No"
Robinson County - Jon Bekoff & Nate Paine - Twin Fiddles
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9PAaU1kvSkE
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oh man.
seppuku?
it just so happens that janus had a near-fatal brush with politics late last night.
satisfying appetites is the road to ruin, and hunger -- being foremost among them -- has a way of getting me in the foulest of trouble. i should've expected as much. last night was a dreary, spooky and eerie sorta night on the cape. a drizzling rain seized the atmosphere and saturated the area in a silt of precipitation. the foxes were in their holes, birds in their nests but poor janus had no where to consume his repast. i was by now spooked, forelorn and hungry. after depositing several revelers at a bar, i turned into an olde-school italian joint right at the bicep in the cape's strong arm (when giving geographic references on cape cod, you make a fist and do a flex-pose; then you point to a spot on your arm to fix its coordinates).
now, as we all know, the italians are altogether clueless when it comes to cuisine; and since amorica has proven to the WOPs that olive garden is the only palatable form of this wretched fare, most of the classic olde-school italian joints have gone the way of house-made pasta. disgusted as i was at the prospect of authentic italian food, i did my best to make the most of a bad situation.
taking a seat at the bar, i was disturbed to encounter a gentlemanly, courteous, knowledgeable and amiable host. things did not improve after i devoured the near-perfect salad glazed with fresh-made dressing. and after clearing my plate and scooping up every last morsel of my linguine with white-sauce and baby clams (i couldn't even stand to look at the stuff!), i thought about pronouncing a curse on these people and their unwillingness to yeild...how dare they stand by their traditions and ways! i will not rest until that lovely place is leveled and improved with the neon glow of a sprawling olive garden, complete with insolent and tatted-up waiters with a surly contempt for class.
also, the patriots put on an offensive display that stirred me to even greater loathing. if there's one thing i hate in athletics, it's a moving come-back by the home-team.
the only thing left to do at this point was smoke; and so i did.
while smoking outside with the maitre d and with him inspecting the interior of a convertible mazarati owned by one of the regulars, i came to really hate these italians. beautiful women, fun loving and witty dudes, incredible food, mazaratis so fine they make you salavate in their presence...and now an italian QB for the patriots!?!
anyway, as i'm caressing the supple leather and creasing the smooth stitching along its seams, the maitre d turns to me and says, "hey, that's boston's new mayor."
it was only a matter of time before mayor walsh and janus crossed paths, and the scene couldn't have been any denser with drama.
and now, politics ala janus:
"HEY, MARTY! when you gonna do something about the blight covering boston!?!" thunders janus.
"calm down, gentle constituent, we're hard at work on our plan to fumigate harvard." replies the mayor.
"no, walshy, i mean the irish...when are you going to flush these gingers back to their native land." i said this because, in my time in boston i've learned that there's no better way to curry the favor of WOPs than by insulting the MICKs.
no sooner had i issued my plea and the mayor is cracking my jaw with an impressive left-check to the chin. i have to say, for a mayor, mr. walsh packs a real wallop. and then it was ON!
my new friends -- the WOPs -- came spilling outta the kitchen shouting 'momma-mia!' and other italian curses that sounded an awful lot like the myriad varieties of pasta extruded somewhere in their basement. it was an ethnic brawl par excellance, with janus publicus smack-dab in the eye of its hurricane.
but it wasn't without consequence. boston's mayor is a ferocious menace; and though i'm sure he was just as disappointed in the lack of olive gardens, this level of intensity could only be explained by that feisty irish genomic code. but, really, how could janus have possibly guessed that boston's mayor would be irish? i mean, 'walsh' sounds like a welch name to me...and i can spool off welch insults till the cows come home. nevertheless, the mayor chipped 70 or 80 of my teeth, cracked several dozen ribs and gave me five black eyes.
fortunately, the state police showed up just in time to save the mayor from my retaliation...it took 63 troopers to finally pull the mayor offa me. fuckin bully.
but it all ended well. janus and mayor walsh hopped into the mazarati ferris-buheler-style and made tracks for the nearest olive garden in hyannis, where we chatted it up with the sleazy tatted-out wait-staff, toasted to the wretched philistinism surrounding, and proceeded to pick a fight with some greeks who gave us the stink-eye.
just another night in massachusetts...and now i'm off for another'n
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BgRYncR1Nog
with the radio on,
janus
JHC janus, you're a scream!
Happen to mark that J.Crow museum link? Either buried or censored.
That is another good one janus. Just keep in mind that we are not important and can never possibly affectate poiticians with a sharp word or two if need be.
Well, on Aug. 23, 2016 lets see where we stand. Way too early to pick a winner. In the meantime, the Donald needs to be briefed. And come ~365 days from now lets see how well he took to this briefing. Will there be a new and/or modified entry to his wiki page on foreign policy?
http://www.veteranstoday.com/2015/08/22/911-fraud-official-time-of-death... [1]
http://www.veteranstoday.com/2015/08/23/israels-rage-and-impotence-the-f... [2]
https://youtu.be/jE2_qmlKFVU
https://youtu.be/LUYy2AJwb1s
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* To any here who think and/or claim VT, NEO, et al are disinfo, then give me a better source of intelligence. Boots on the ground. Bureau chiefs and staff hunkering down in Damascus hotels under siege. Not armchair analysts sitting in air conditioned offices in Austin, TX (largely getting instructions via Mossad contacts). Give me et al a better source. Put up or STFU!
[1] Be sure to take the time to absorb the background info. If you are not up to speed here, then it is going to take a few weeks or even months to get complete context here. That is just one price per your (insuring) freedom(s).
[2] To be sure, it has been confirmed via IAEA staff that the device used in Tianjin was a 20 kiloton [3]. c/o Tel Aviv. Better quality video does show scintillation.
[3] I have asked for clarification here from VT. 20 kt was used at Nagasaki (Fat Man). 15 kt at Hiroshima (Little Boy). The W54 pits (modified Davy Crockett), stolen from Pantex (Amarillo), among 300 other such devices yield between 10 tons to 1 kt (TNT). [4]
[4] I did my own math here. A Mark 84 2000 lbs. bomb yields a crater ~30 ft. wide X 15 ft. deep. The Tianjin blast appears to be at ground level, not an air burst. 20 kt. is 20,000 Mark 84s going off at once. That is 40,000,000 lbs. of TNT. That would yield a crater ~114 miles wide and deep. We don't see that in the photos. A 20 ton W54 Davy Crockett would yield ~600' wide and ~300' deep crater. (About 2 X 1 football fields) More like what we are seeing in available photos. I think the kiloton is a misprint. This article is fresh off the press today with no editing cited.
Are you saying that there is some major bullshit lying going on?
A kama-wig's wave cometh to destroy some of the devil's political hacks.
The almighty wig, the lying wag, or the more-socialist wog. Take your pick. What a choice.
Thanks WB7. Is this country fucked up or what?
I am forced to presume the donkey has drowned already.
These are hairy times, and it's great to be a Merkin.
He is our collective "finger" to Washington and Political Correctness but his First Lady will be an improvement for sure.
yeah it sort of make him look like a modern founding father (is the wig powdered?)
From the know nothing's we have back to the Whigs . I have rejoined the confederacy. Screw this shit.
Everything is upended...
Almost like it was following a script.
DaddyO
I want to know how they did this. I want to see one. When I see it I will believe it.
No one here has ever seen one or has one for sale? Imagine that.
Putin on the chits-- how about that!!
HE EATS PIZZA WITH A FORK! A FORK I TELL YA!!
let me get this straight, you mean none of you have naked females feeding you by candle light on a daily basis
We all do in Europe. Tends to be flimsier and thinner. Germans eat fried chicken wih knife and fork, too.
The U.S. doesn't get how Italy eats with utensils, and Italy doesn't get how we eat it with our fingers.
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It’s obvious to me: Contagion from Greece has taken over US politics!
So far, we’ve got Medusa, the hideous human female with living venomous snakes in place of hair -- a gaze directly into her eyes turns onlookers to stone
and a Siren, with an appeal that is hard to resist but that, if heeded, will lead to disaster
Already kickin' Deez Nuts to the side of the road, huh?
Ingnore Deez Nuts at your own peril - they'll always hanging around, lurking in tha shadows. Ready to swing into action when Americans wake up. Deez Nuts has stood up and demands to be counted! Surgery on Hillary is the only way you're going to make Deez Nuts disappear from the political scene.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K3VqEbIdKnY
Bonaparte Medley/clawhammer banjo
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNigFpaBBf8
Bonaparte's Retreat - Aly Bain
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The Paine Trio in Moab
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZdzHkHfEB4
Very nice, Thank you.
you're welcome. doesn't trump look
like he may be channeling the ghost of
napoleon a little?
… I thought he was
just scratchin’ his belly.