Living in the Great Land is always an adventure, and one we’re enjoying a great deal – but there are times when caution is in order, and we ran across one of those on the weekend past, when a neighbor dropped by to to inform us that they had seen a black bear hanging around.
Blacks are mostly pretty timid, but this was an adult, and it’s not impossible that it had cubs nearby, although none were seen. So we’ve been a little cautious walking between the house and the office, greenhouse and garage. For a couple of days I carried an old pump shotgun stuffed with 00 buck loads back and forth, but it’s been a few days now with no sightings, so it’s safe to assume that the blackie moved on.
I’m a little disappointed that I didn’t see it myself, although blacks are pretty common around here and we see them regularly – just not usually in the area around the house.
And so…
On To the Links!
Add this to a long list of delusions from the Brandon Administration.
Will no one rid me of this turbulent priest?
This is known as belaboring the obvious.
Once in a while there’s a little good news.
Here’s something you don’t see every day: Gene-edited angry hamsters.
The inevitable coprophagy among the woke has begun.
Yeah, he needs training wheels.
Trash your boss in public, get fired. You didn’t see that coming?
Jan 6th was, at worst, an exercise in hooliganism.
What sort of tomfuckery is this?
This Week’s Idiots:
Ibram X. Kendi (Repeat Offender Alert) is an idiot.
The Nation’s Vonne Martin is an idiot.
Just when you thought Politico couldn’t be any farther in the tank for statist assholes…
MSNBC’s Jesse Holland is an idiot.
Mother Jones’ Matt Simon is an idiot.
The New Republic’s is an idiot.
MSNBC’s Keisha Blain is an idiot.
The Daily Beast’s Evan Thies is an idiot.
The Nation’s Louis Seidman is an idiot.
Washington Monthly’s Paul Glastris is an idiot.
This Week’s Cultural Edification:
1973. Yr. obdt. was twelve years old, Richard Nixon was in the White House, gasoline was thirty-nine cents a gallon, and Maria Muldaur released her album Midnight At The Oasis. In those long ago days before auto-tune, a young lady had to have some actual talent and a good singing voice to make it in music – and Maria Muldaur had both. And that style – the hip-hugger bellbottom jeans, the bare midriff, the flowing-sleeves blouse – tell me that isn’t sexy.
I remember girls wearing stuff like that, and I still like that look. Not to mention that great Seventies hair, which I really appreciate, since Mrs. Animal wears her hair to this day almost identical to this.
Here, from a live performance of unknown origin, is Maria doing the title tune from that album, Midnight At The Oasis. (Quibble: Cactus are only found in the New World. What the hell, it’s still a neat tune.) Enjoy.
