Animal’s Hump Day News

Variety is the spice of life.

Colorado (and much of the central part of the country) is still recovering from one of those spring snowstorms that, pronouncements of some weather-readers aside, really aren’t that unusual.  This week finds Mrs. Animal and yr. obdt. in Colorado, packing up for our drive up the Alaska Highway in a week and a half (stay tuned for more on that topic next week) and we have done a fair amount of shoveling.

The Old Man with his payloader

Things, snow-wise, will be a lot different in our new home in the Great Land.  Winters are a different deal up there, with wintertime accumulations of three to four feet not at all uncommon.  Forget shoveling, except maybe the little bit right by the entry doors to your house; plowing is called for, and frequently actual snow removal, where you need a front-end loader of some kind to physically remove snow from your driveway and parking areas.

The Old Man on the tractor

So I’ll probably be buying some equipment.  And that’s OK – I like equipment.  I grew up on a place where the Old Man kept some equipment around – not just an old Ford utility tractor with front-mounted hydraulic loader, but also an old 1948 Hough four-wheel-drive payloader and a 1957 Ford 3-ton dump truck.  My new place isn’t as big as the old place in Allamakee County, but I do think that a small tractor will probably still be in order.  More and more I’m going back to my roots, and I’m loving that.

On that note…

On To the Links!

Ahead, Warp Factor Eight!

No Shit, Sherlock.  Seriously, Mrs. Animal and I have been happily married for almost thirty years – and I still pay more attention to her when her nipples are erect.

John Stossel rocks.

Pot to kettle:  “You’re black!”

He’s an armless lumberjack and he’s OK.

Prediction:  Andrew Dice Cuomo will skate on all charges.  These days, having a “D” after your name is a damned effective get-out-of-jail-free card.

Still, Andrew Dice Cuomo is taking a beating in the social-media world snakepit.  He’s learning that, when worn on the other foot, the shoe pinches.

Strange bedfellows, indeed.

Fuck off, slaver!

A 2024 GOP likely nukes President Biden(‘s handlers) threats of more lockdowns.

They can’t do that to our pledges!  Only we can do that to our pledges!

So, where are all the girls in boy’s sports?

Haw haw haw!  Couldn’t have happened to a bigger dimwit.

When I wore Uncle Sam’s colors, we were told, constantly:  Never make a public political statement while in uniform.  Never become involved in political matters using your status as a service member.  Well, some today have evidently not learned that rule.

The Great Uniter strikes again.

A bit of sanity may be creeping into this issue at last.

“It is no secret that Joe Biden is not in charge of the executive branch.”  No shit.

Florida v. California on lockdowns.

Interesting critters that lived before the dinosaurs.  Cool.

Neandertal art.  Also cool.

Life on Jupiter’s moons?  Extremely cool.

Best takedown of the year so far (Note, Nia Renee Hill is Bill Burr’s wife):

This Week’s Idiots:

NY Magazine‘s Jonathan Chait is an idiot.

California Governor Gavin Antoinette Newsom is an idiot.

Fuck you, you idiot, you nincompoop, you imbecile, you sniveling, cowardly douche-bag. Fuck you, your parents, your grandparents, any brothers and/or sisters, your first and maybe even your second cousins, and the horse you rode in on.  Seriously, if we’ve learned one thing from cancel culture insanity, it’s this:

NEVER.  APOLOGIZE.

The New York Times editorial board is (still) a collection of idiots.

The New Yorker‘s Doreen St. Felix is an idiot.

HuffPost‘s Laura Robbins is an idiot.

Salon‘s Bill Blum is an idiot.

CST‘s Mary Mitchell is an idiot.

Robert Reich is and always has been an idiot.

Stacy Abrams is a morbidly obese idiot.

And So:

A good song should elicit an emotional response.  This one does, and I’d be willing to bet I’ve got company.  As evidence, just watch the faces in the audience shown in this week’s video.

A while back, one of my daughters sent me a link to a music video by a country artist, telling me, “Dad, this song reminds me of you and Grandpa.”  And indeed, it does a pretty good of describing my relationship with my father, who was the finest man I ever knew.  This is Luke Combs, with Even Though I’m Leaving.  Enjoy.