Perhaps this is the best interpretation, if you will, of the whole Islamic-Danish imbroglio, cross-referenced with the Abdur Rahman apostasy event, that I've seen to date, though admittedly it is dated and the subject(s) of the comment were other thuggish men with other thuggish agendas some generations ago . . .
"You see these dictators on their pedestals, surrounded by the bayonets of their soldiers... Read More
My Vasques seem to have died their third, and probably final, death, with a recurring left outer heel seperation that I do not think yet another resoling can fix. Not a bad run, really, with a pair of boots bought in 1997 and used roughly and heavily, staying in the fight for almost a decade and what must be about a million miles of recreational... Read More
I spent entirely too much money this month, in a creeping and incremental sort of way, on things which I don't really, really need (for which, read: guns, or, more specifically a wildly cool 6.8mm AR that's been on my to-do list for quite some time . . .). I suppose in the long run it will... Read More
1) Obtain copy of better offerings from the Pogues. I recommend Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash, though various others will do nicely.
2) Add in something by the Dropkick Murphys to keep things on the up and up. Gang's All Here works wonders, though Blackout may be my current favorite.
3) Obtain a decently prodigious supply of Guinness... Read More
What's the old line about people living lives of quiet desperation? Hmmm . . . maybe that is the line.
Having recently discovered that the three cats I raised from kittens so small they could fit into the palm of my hand have all died, I must say I'm somewhere in a quiet desperation phase. Or maybe I just feel like I've been kicked. Or... Read More