Recon

Monday, October 27, 2025

If you're still out there listening, I'd love to have you check out my book.

 https://www.wattpad.com/story/327049780-s-u-p-l-e-x-tales-from-the-bayonet-assault-course

http://www.suplexacademy.com/

https://www.wattpad.com/story/327049780-s-u-p-l-e-x-tales-from-the-bayonet-assault-course

I hope you are all finding your bliss somewhere.  If not, you're welcome to some of mine. 

God bless.

Monday, May 19, 2014

For the Praxis file, while you wait...

There is an enlightening thread on the subject here.

The poster is an SF guy who posts on ZS sometimes and I more or less parrot him whenever I want to say something sensible.  If you wanted to get prepped and seek good advice, you could do worse than to click on his username and follow his posts.

Thursday, May 15, 2014

The Return of "What the Fuck have you been doing anyway, Scumfuck?"

I've been modifying myself to a more low profile presence online.  Not for any strategic reasons or anything; I've just been a slag heap of ennui and nihilism lately and I didn't want to fill this blog with emo poetry.  I'm living a single life now, switching jobs, and my goalposts have been moved from "homeownership with an eye for future compound building" to "Pay ALL the utilities on time."  No sympathy required; I'm a fuckup, a scumfuck even, and nine tenths of what I am suffering is 100% deserved.

In the process, I've been amassing a steady collection of rejection letters and working on the next book, training, parenting up a storm and trying to figure out how to actually run my life by myself.  Like most lunatics, I have fucked up a lot on my own and, God willing, learned something from it.  I also gave myself a year off of following politics, which helped remarkably with my blood pressure.  And I've been running a DCU superheroes game that is, quite frankly, one of my best campaigns-at least that's something.

In the future you can look forward to more ravings and such; I know you love that shit.  For now, let me just say it's nice to be back in Arkham with you freaks.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Shhh....

I am not, in fact, dead (or even undead) at this time.  Some of you have used various means to contact me and check on my welfare; that is seriously awesome of you but I am OK.

My world stagnates when it's not burning, but I am almost ready to join civilization again.  

I have wandered deep in the wild and wooly beyond of Xanax and Sodomy, and returned intact-I hope.  Soon you will all be subject to the merciless scalpel of my bent logic once again, and somehow be better for it.  But I have to get my shit together just a little more before I can accept regular visitors to my funhouse.

Thank you for your concern and patience, you fucking degenerates. 

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Nothing like 0945 on a Thursday morning...

...to take up the family business, which is hardcore alcoholism.

Sorry blogosphere.  I know you aren't interested in my problems, but I'm in the process of getting kicked to the curb, going from nearly a homeowner to effectively homeless over the course of the past 72 hours.

Life moves on in Babylon, as it surely must.  But it has to move on without me today-I'm fucking drunk.


Friday, June 21, 2013

In other news...

I have a case of the creeping awfuls so you get link snark today.

Apparently some voodoo witch doctor says Libertarianism is a fairy tale.

Oh, wait, a psychologist?

Same fucking difference.

Peter Corning, Ph.D.
Nice to see unbiased, fact based science.
How many people died of acute "Not-agreeing-with-the-State-ophrenia" due to your profession, you balding, sloppy joweled hack?  You live in academia, the biggest fairy tale of all, and you tell me my political ethos doesn't apply to the real world?  You wouldn't know the real world if it raped you, labeled you as undesirable, and stuck you in a gulag to freeze.

Suck my fairy tale dick.

Thursday, June 20, 2013

FALIMT - Good Golly Miss Mollie

Now I'm not trying to brag like I'm some kind of max level Cultist of Ectasy slash Hunter S. Thompson hardcase, but this ol' scumfuck has been around the block a time or two.  Let me tell you, if they tell you Mollie is something new and different, they are wrong.  It's some kind of concentrated X/MDMA type of deal.  There's an upper in there, but I couldn't quite identify it, and of course the ultra squishy feel good happy buzz of the X itself.  I would regard it firmly in the hallucinogenic category but it doesn't get you contemplative really, just gives you a righteous body buzz and a burst of energy.  The only real head change is the grinding down of social inhibitions.

Why is this relevant?  Well, when I first decided I was going to Bonnaroo, I had decided I was going to try some Mollie.  It seems to be the festival drug du jour, we never get it in Bloomington, and it was something I hadn't tried before.  Had I known it was more or less analagous to E, I probably wouldn't have-but maybe I would have, don't know, I'd already taken my first dip when I found out.  The principal difference between it and the E I was getting in 2007 or so is that it hits you fast-if you lick the powder ("taking a dip") you start feeling something within five or six minutes instead of fifteen to sixty.  But I wouldn't regard the sensation as radically different and I've never found MDMA based drugs to be terribly pleasant, although it does grind out my awkwardness enough that I can try to dance.

Can't exactly say why I just had to try it, really-perhaps just as a reaction against my 30's, some desperate need to prove to myself that I am still hardcore despite my mortage, my kid, the whole white picket fence lifestyle I've built for myself-or had built for me-despite all of the nihilistic predictions of my teenage years.  About the furthest out in space I got on the stuff was a long imaginary conversation with my Nephandi, who berated me about that very subject-and I can do that stone cold sober, god help me.

Really, the best time I had out there was on shrooms, and that's mostly because a) I'm comfortable with the trip and know myself well enough to dose effectively and b) because all my friends were tripping at the time and a collective trip is always better than a solo one.  Miss Mollie is a hell of a drug-a HELL of a drug-just like MDMA is.  But I don't see why people consider it so fucking revolutionary or so amazing, nor why it is the big festival drug, with every third motherfucker walking up and down the lines going MOLLIE? MOLLIE? MOLLIE? like he's looking for his lost sister.

I wonder how much of myself I would destroy, just to deny the fact that I'm getting old and boring?  I think that's the only question I can really take away from this.  I thought on it long and hard on my last night at 'Roo, which was Father's Day anyway and always a depressing one for me.  Its easy to see how Mollie, or any drug that is all happy with no crash, can be insidious-alcohol at least has the advantage of being a toxin, telling you when you've gone too far, but all Mollie does is make you kind of thirsty and you can go up-up-up and on-on-on as long as you like. Fortunately I have no real urge to do Miss Mollie again-the only tangible benefit of it on my end was a temporary reprieve on my awkwardness, and I can get that from Jack Daniels.

Good night, scumfucketeers.  I'll discuss some of the other 'Roo drugs, and the cultures surroudning them, in tomorrow's entry.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

FALIMT - Shouldn't We Talk About The Music?

So I figure I'll get my discussion about the music out of the way so I can talk about the culture and the drugs.  (Not that I'm not a music whore, but the sociological and chemical implications are more interesting to discuss.)

Oddly, the band we were all talking about after 'roo was Weird Al.  I've always casually liked Weird Al, both as a kid and as an adult.  But I might actually be a Weird Al fan after his show.  Unlike most shows at the 'roo, his started on time to the minute-at midnight the lights went out and the video intro started, the mark of a true professional.  All of it was tightly choreagraphed and hilarious.  The videos he played during the costume changes were all funny and well chosen, usually leading right into the song he was about to play.  And his skills are actually pretty impressive, particularly his rapping-when he came out with White and Nerdy, he actually rapped on a motherfucking segway while zooming around the stage.  I guess when you've been in the business for 40 years as the very metric of fame (according to no less than Kurt Cobain) you truly gain a feel for showmanship.  Surely part of my good experience with Weird Al's show was because it was the nerdiest tent at the 'Roo-all the cool kids were off at R. Kelly or Wu Tang or whatever the fuck it is cool kids like and that meant the preshow conversation was better than most.  But really, all I can say is hats off to that guy-he is a hell of a performer.  I would have liked him to do "Dare to be Stupid" which is my favorite Weird Al Song, but I just watched my DVD of the Transformers animated movie when I got home and was content.

The first show I caught was Walk the Moon, and honestly I only tagged along because all my friends were going and I didn't want to be by myself, but I was completely surprised by how much I liked them.  They are a bit pop-rocky, in the vein of Eve 6 with a heavy techno influence, but they put on a hell of a show.  I will definitely be checking out more of their stuff.

Boys Noize was a band I had gone to see.  I first heard about them several years ago; they do a remix of Space Lord that I always really dug.  My molly was kicking in really hard by the time they went hot and I was sizzling by the end of the first song.  The lightshow was sublime, they had a real feel for the crowd, and I danced myself retarded until five in the fucking morning.

I also caught the Revivalists on the Sonic Stage.  Honestly I was just there to camp the front row for Delta Rae, but they had me on my feet within about 3 songs.  They played a long set-the lady that runs the sonic stage really likes them I think-but I didn't mind a bit.  Their sound is folksy but extremely aggressive, and their energy level is just insane-it was like being lifted up on a tornado and dropped into an acoustic munchkinland.  I will definitely be checking out more of their stuff instead.

Delta Rae, who you may only recognize from the most recent Trueblood trailer like a fucking posuer, is just a quivering ball of sexy talent.  Seriously.  All four members of the band are supremely talented vocalists-they are notable as the only band that can cover a Fleetwood Mac song and not make it suck.  They all also play insturments, and there is something impossibly sexy about a girl pounding away on the bass drum while hitting a pitch perfect vibrato.  It's the only show I caught twice and would have watched again if they played again.  I was surprised by how high energy they were-because of their talent level I expected something fairly sedate about their show, like watching a piano virtuoso in action.  But they were moving all over the place without missing a note.  If there is any justice in the universe, in a few years they will be headlining Bonnaroo.

ZZ Top was another band I caught and was honestly disappointed.  They played all their songs just like the studio album, did very little moving around onstage, came on almost forty minutes late, and showed almost no reaction to the crowd.  It wasn't bad, although I'm not the biggest ZZ Top fan in general and I love awesome beards...it was just sterile and charitably meh.

I also caught the Sheepdogs on the last day.  They are a groovy folkadelic combo, normally more jam band than I really like but I was digging their shit by the end of the show.  Their lyrics are pretty interesting and they are a high energy combo as well, always moving around-and their guitarist just burns the house down when they cut him loose.

Dwight Yokum was a good experience overall, even if I'm not normally the biggest fan.  I was surprised by how big his crowd was considering that the average 'Roo goer is kind of a hippie, but he got a pretty goddamn good rebel yell out of them ol' boys in his tent.  He was pitch perfect as well, and a little static-all of his stuff sounded straight off the album, he didn't go off on tangents too much and that made it a little dull for me, but I could listen to Guitars & Cadillacs all day so in the end things were OK.

I caught the Nationals while I was camping out for Tom Petty.  Perfectly palatable band, sophisticated musically and with a great feel for the crowd, but they will always be cursed in my mind as the only thing between me and Tom Petty.  They don't deserve it, but there it is.

Of the headliners, I only caught Tom Petty.  Everyone acted like I was a blasphemer because I didn't go listen to "Sir" Paul Mccartney, but honestly I'm not that big of a Beatles fan and he is by far not my favorite Beatle.  Tom Petty on the other hand...well, you don't grow up in Indiana and not love Tom Petty.  In fact, I have a strong instinctive dislike of people who don't like Tom Petty.  Tom was amazing, as was to be expected-it rained for part of the show, my acid wasn't kicking in because it was fucking strips of paper some dirty cheating cocksucker sold me, I was dead exhausted because it was the last show, and I didn't give a shit.  I fought for a good spot early on, long enough to catch a few of my favorites, and then I went to the back and just laid down and listened to him.  It was nice and low pressure that way-and periodically between songs I got to hear him tell me how awesome I was.  Overall a phenomenal experience.  I would have liked to hear something from the Last DJ, something higher energy and angrier so I would have had more oomph for the walk home, but on the whole, I can't complain a lick about that show.

Anyway, that is about all I have to say about the music.  Tomorrow's lecture will be about Miss Molly.  You don't want to miss it, I assure you.

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Fear and Loathing in Middle Tennessee

So I took the usual route for a writer suffering from literary constipation and took myself down to Bonnaroo this weekend and listened to some music while engaging in pointless drug consumption.  It was my first 'roo I thought I'd scrawl out a few of my impressions on the music, the drugs, the culture and the experience so I'd have something to write about.

The experience was a fascinating one.  My overall impression was of a purpose built playground for adults who really should damn well know better.  It was the right thing for me, though the timing was terrible-we just bought a house and I'm in the middle of moving and my lovely wife is in the process of 9000 unrelated projects including putting on a gaming convention.  I left straight from work at 0700 on thursday morning.  We ended up in camp Peter Griffin on the very far end of Pod 11, giving us about a 45 minute walk to Centeroo.

On the surface, everyone was friendly-your neighbors in camp say hello, share their weed and beer and food freely.  But there are some worms in that big mushy apple too-we got burned on acid not once but twice.  Buying drugs at 'roo is absurdly open-air and easy, but obviously synthetic drugs can't be verified outside of a lab and it is clearly caveat emptor.  Basically, anyone who has anything to sell walks up and down the lines of people calling it out, so if you are wondering why everyone is looking for someone named Molly, that's why.  (Miss Molly will have her own entry later on in this series-she is a fascinating lady.)  I feel bad for anyone actually looking for a girl named Molly, as they will never find her.

We took a good group-3 cars worth of degenerates from Bloomington and elsewhere.  Some of us were experienced Bonnaroovians but most of us were virgins.  Basically there are two types of 'roo-goers-those who are there for the music and those who are there for the crowd.  I was more in the latter type although obviously I am a colossal music whore as well; I loved immersing myself in the great screaming mass of humanity and getting fucked up and wondering what it all means.  Essentially the whole damn thing was a noisy backdrop to me figuring out a bunch of things that needed to be figured out.  I wasn't the only one either; I met people there that only went to one or two shows.

The next entry should go live tomorrow where I'll discuss my impressions of the music.  Stay tuned, Scumfucketeers.

Saturday, May 18, 2013

Overthinking Memes: Idiot Nerd Girl


Today i'd like to begin a series where I needlessly overthink various internet memes.  I'm going to start things off with our dear friend Idiot Nerd girl and what it means for gender relations.  Trust me, you're going to love it.

Idiot Nerd Girl for reference.

Idiot Nerd Girl

Fundamentally, the concept is Anti-Poseur.  Nerds have a long history of being Anti-Poseur and we absolutely RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE when someone gets a niggling detail of our particular fandom wrong, misquotes our favorite heroes, or disagrees with us on which fandom is superior.  This is not a laudable trait, but it is demonstrably true-just spend time at any convention.  Despite the feminist interpretation of the subject that somehow translates into All Dudes Are Rapists, this meme isn't truly about gender so much as a lack of the encylopedic knowledge that nerds tend to accumulate in lieu of any information that could theoretically prove useful.  This is not misogynist rage; it is simply hipster rage.  Nerd culture is at a sociological peak and there is an unspoken, but very strong agreement still present in the culture that you have to suffer for it, which many many many of the people who were nerdy when it wasn't popular did.

I'm not trying to come off as Old Schoolier Than Thou.  I don't give a shit.  But being asked to prove your cred (and that is exactly what it is, the same instinct as gangster rappers, skateboarders and any other nominally outcast subculture-you have to prove your cred) is not participating in Rape Culture.  It is participating in Nerd Culture and you don't have to be a girl to deal with it.  Generally it is restricted to your favorite fandom and I feel what the culture is really lacking is some sort of Jeopardy themed geek-off to determine who is the bigger waste of good DNA and has memorized the most irrelevant facts.

There is real, serious misogyny within Nerd Culture-ask any girl that has been to convention and is cosplaying "out of body type" or maybe google the term "Cosplay is not consent."  I am not even saying that geeks are free of the bullying instinct-in fact if you read any fandom based forum or go to any fandom based convention, you'll find it is as viciously darwinian as anyone else's, if not more so.  But folks, firing up the Feminist Black Flag about this meme is much ado about nothing.  Nobody likes fake people.  It isn't restricted to your gender; you just haven't noticed it until now, because you didn't participate until it became popular.

Shamefully Yours,
Chris By-The-Throat

Friday, May 17, 2013

A General Rant


Every time I think my disgust with federal politics has reached it's watershed, they come up with amazing new ways to shock and disappoint me.  It's to the point where I can't even come up with a specific rant for each particular sad case of petty minded vermin fucking good people over; I would just be repeating the stuff I've said about everything from the Patriot Act to Benghazi to the fucking Whiskey Rebellion.

So here's my generalized rant, directed at random.

Fuck you and your fucking insanity.  There will be no utopia and pretty soon no civilization if you keep it up with your bullshit.  Every word out of your stupid fucking face hole makes it more likely that American cities will burn in my lifetime.  If you love God and infastructure more than you love controlling the lives of American citizens, you will just fucking stop.

The world can only take so much utopian circle jerking.  I'm not some hardcase that believes that government cannot help anyone, but it isn't treason or idealism to see that there is a point of diminishing returns and that we are well past it.  Further fuckery will only create a self fulfilling prophecy that can only end in smoldering ruins.

Still, after the inevitable happens, any federal bureaucrat will be welcome in the Free Republic of Scumfucktopia.  We'll need people to muck out the stables.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

A Crisis of Faith

Life moves on in Babylon, with or without me.

I've found myself experiencing a crisis of either confidence or faith as the days move on.  Personal dramas are high and I often mope to no good purpose.  It attacks my resolve on every front.  And the blog languishes in idleness because I don't want to spread my disease among the community, as it is the only community up to this point that has welcomed me.

But I'm here, alive and un-incarcerated, for the moment.  I am still working hard to improve myself-to get my own life together so I can possibly think about helping others.  My goals are not impossible, merely insane.

You will see more of me in the future.  But if you've been wondering where I was, that's it.

And I ain't licked yet.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

The Perils of Pathfinder: World Creation Process


So I'm finally getting things going on my Pathfinder game.  Basically I'm set up with 2 different player groups on different days, once per month on each.  Player level 4, mostly human party, a lot of first timers, nothing groundbreaking.

Most of my previous campaigns have not strictly even had a setting; it was just my bastard psychopath PC's wandering from one burning town to the next.  So this was really my first time creating my own setting that would have a persistent state beyond the current adventure.  So I was basically starting from zero, but there is a surprising amount of good information in the DMG on the mechanics involved and I haven't had any major problems so far.

The first image that came to mind for me was the skyline.  I could see a big lighthouse on the southern end of some little island on a wide river, with a big arched bridge connecting it to a little rural hamlet and palisade fort.  It developed a little further when I realized that the palisades were made of petrified trees, far stronger than they should be, and thus the region was named the "Stonetree River Delta."  It is a vast swampy area based off of turn of the century New Orleans, dotted with rivers and lakes and mysterious islands and some buried sins.

Anyway, I more or less built it from there, adding bits of libertarian propaganda (Oh yeah, the PC's are going to have to pay taxes and HOW THEY WILL HATE IT BWAHAHA) and background story until I had it ready for what amounts to my final test.  I looked over the info I had at the time and wrote down 99 adventure hooks as fast as I could.  It must be a pretty good setting because I had all 99 in less than 45 minutes.

Anyway, that's the muthafuckin' happenings on my Pathfinder game.  We go live with the tutorial dungeon in about a week.  I'll let you know how it goes as time progresses.

Friday, March 29, 2013

Lessons Learned: Vacation

#1: Melon balls are delicious, even with tangerine pulp.
#2: Melon balls are dangerous.  You can't even taste the alcohol.
#3: There is some debate over using Red Dragon Inn as a drinking game.  Apparently demanding that players chug Salt Water when they draw the Troll Swill drink card is "an excessive vomit risk."
#4: Talking down the guy who is tweaking in the hot tub and thrashing about like a harpooned whale is a communal effort-no one can stand to do it for more than a few hours.
#5: Damage to the orifices is cumulative.
#6: Depending on your rum and coke level, a guacamole and steak sandwich on potato bread is quite delicious.
#8: Stoned Hippie vs. Tweaking Marine in an impromptu wrestling match ends exactly how you expect it to. Even if the hippie gets surprise.  But the hippie is the only one that gets any sleep that day.
#9: Being snowed in is a blessing and a curse, but the curse part mostly manifests to the single guys (and my lovely wife) mildly put out by a general lack of pussy. Still, if we'd have been inviting people. the famously picturesque hills of Brown county would be littered with frozen sexy corpses.
#10: If you think you are going to get any blogging, roleplaying, book editing or work on your Pathfinder game done, you are out of your fucking mind.

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Don't Mind the Dust

Just doing a little housecleaning in Scumfucktopia.  Added Linoge to the blogroll with the basic reasoning of "What was this guy doing not on my blogroll?!?!?"  Removed a couple of dead blog links. *Moment of silence*  Added a link to my tag guide on the sidebar in case you missed the post, and made it so you can access each tag from that particular part of the page.  Added the litany against fear, just because.

I'm going on my well deserved vacation and may be sporadic or prolific depending on my drug and vagina intake.

WE RIDE.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Hey, I haven't blogged about cartoons lately...


You know why the Aqua Teen Hunger Force movie was panned so bad by fans of the show?  It isn't necessarily because Aqua Teen Hunger Force fans are a bunch of douchebag hipsters.  Mostly, it was because Mastodon appeared at the beginning, blew everyone's face away, and then did not appear in the rest of the film.  They set the bar too high in the first minutes and then gave you what was basically a long episode of the show.  

That whole movie should have been about Snack Food Mastodon showing up in places from the show and ruining everyone's shit.  The main cast shouldn't even have been in it until the very end, whereupon Snack Food Mastodon ruins their shit and closes out the movie with another song.  THAT would have been a movie to remember.  Instead we all sat in the theatre with our buzz slowly wearing off going "Man...should have gotten the DVD so we could get high again."  

It isn't too late, Adult Swim.  Snack Food Mastodon: The Series would do pretty well.  Why?  Because there is nothing more awesome than Mastodon.

Monday, March 18, 2013

A Curious Question


Has anyone else noticed a number of preppers coming out of the woodwork lately?  I've been asked for prep advice by people who less than a year ago would have scoffed at the very idea.  What's more-because anyone can BS around the water cooler-I've gotten wind of some pretty serious purchases and training lately from folks that I always thought were on the poseur list.

What has people scared?  It isn't me; I've been preaching the same Doom and Hellfire on the streets of Btown the whole damn time.  My message hasn't changed but somehow the response to that message has changed.  Is it the news?  Maybe, but all of these have been fairly sensible people and sensible people should damn well know the news thrives on a state of perpetual panic that doesn't necessarily translate to blood in the streets.

I've gotten not one but two independent cases of my liberal friends freaking out about a possible civil war, one of which actually mentioned the Threepers by name.

I've gotten enrolees in my karate class who have an eye for prepping rather than hobbyism.  Not strictly bitching about this because it has really made class a lot better, but it is unusual to see multiple cases crop up at once, and openly.

Every gun show, every online vendor, every brick and mortar and army surplus store is paying hard cash for magazines and still struggling to keep stock on the shelves.  Every.  Fucking.  One.  This one I am complaining about, make no mistake.

What everybody asks me, as if a scumfuck who has been preaching the exact same message for ten years with no apocalypse has any answers, is "When is it going to go off the tracks?"  And I always have to say "I have no fucking idea.  Not now, and not then."  The writing on the walls-the signs of a society that is not sustainable-has been freely available to anyone who can do basic math for a long time now.  But a timetable was not included with my apocalypse manual.  Still, it has been interesting steering people onto what I hope is the right path.

Besides, I can always use more zombie bait.

Friday, March 15, 2013

Femslash Friday: Aurora X Snow White



No matter how weird and offsetting your perversion is, someone out there is willing to put in more effort than you in realizing it.

I hope this gives you comfort, you sick bastads.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

How Do I Join the Ronnie Barrett Fan Club?

All right, so here's the problem.  Ronnie Barrett is awesome and I want to send him my money.

Your first question probably isn't "Why is Ronnie Barrett Awesome?" but in case it was, here's why.

Elected state officials of , having been sworn to protect our Constitution, have instead committed an offense against it and their citizens by stripping inalienable rights duly protected and guaranteed under the Second Amendment. By their deliberate and sinister actions, these officials now cause their state and local policing agencies to enforce these unconstitutional and illegal so called “laws.”
By current law, Barrett cannot be an accomplice with any lawbreaker, therefore, cannot and will not service or sell to New York government agencies. Barrett also applies this stance to the individual elected official who, as a matter of public record, has voted for or created regulation that violates the constitutional rights of their citizens. This is an expansion of our 2002 ban against the California government due to their Second Amendment infringements, and shall apply to any future violators.

Read more: http://dailycaller.com/2013/02/21/ronnie-barrett-barrett-firearms-will-not-service-or-sell-to-new-york-government-agencies/#ixzz2NZ4ExTVB

So yeah, pretty obvious.  This isn't even their first time doing this to a .gov agency.

The real dilemma I'm having is that I want to send the dude my money, but I don't want to send him $4000 bucks worth of my money for a super sick 50 cal rifle.  I don't really have a slot for it in my tactical defense needs, by my own fucking judgement and no one else's but I still want to show my support for a dude with the nads of a buffalo who stands up to this kind of government bullshit.

My solution is pretty simple: Fucking T-Shirts.  Does that make me a poseur if I have the T-Shirt but not the rifle?  

I don't think so motherfucker.  I'm just part of the fan club.   

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

More snark that is not my own.


From the facebook page "Deep Thoughts, by Ben Bernake" 
Dow 14,447.29 +50.22 (+0.35%). This will trickle down soon enough! Print Strong, brothers.
Fake money is fake.

We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn.