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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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):
Bitch, shut the fuck up. https://t.co/AL06vVKP1X
— Nia Renée Hill (@niasalterego) March 15, 2021
This Week’s Idiots:
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:
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.