When Sarah Palin booked a flight to Europe, the French immediately surrendered.

calendar   Monday - November 02, 2015

Part Of Our Pride Of Lie-Ins


Hard to resist a nap on a sunny mild fall day. Especially not with full tummies. Big brother Ginger makes a great heated pillow for next generation siblings Rudy and Baby Ginge.

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calendar   Sunday - October 25, 2015

Under Obama, Even The Cowboys Are Corrupt

Nothing To See Here, Move Along

Guess They Don’t Hang Horse Thieves Anymore?

More Corruption From “Most Transparent Administration Ever”:
OIC declines to investigate obvious corruption link

Another Obama Corruptocrat Gets Off Scot-Free

Obama Regime Slaughters Horses For Fun & Profit!!

BLM illegally sold thousands of wild horses for slaughter

The Bureau of Land Management, the agency tasked with protecting wild horses and cattle and their grazing lands, sold 1,794 federally-protected wild horses to a Colorado rancher who sent them to slaughter, a new report confirmed.

Between 2009 and 2012, rancher Tom Davis purchased the horses through the agency’s Wild Horse and Burro Program (WH&B) and wrongfully sent them to slaughter, according to the report from the Interior Department’s Office of Inspector General. According to the allegations and news reports, Mr. Davis also had farming and trucking connections with former Secretary of the Interior Ken Salazar. [Salazar was Secretary of the Interior at this time, which oversees BLM]

The wrongful sale also cost taxpayers $140,000 to deliver truckloads of horses to Mr. Davis. He paid $10 a piece for the horses, or less than $18,000 total, and made as much as $154,000 in profits by selling them for slaughter, according to the report.

BLM employees never attempted to verify the information that Mr. Davis provided regarding his intentions for the horses he bought, despite the unusually large number of horses being sold to him, investigators wrote. The agency also did not stop selling horses to Mr. Davis after receiving reports that he was sending the horses to slaughter.

The OIG declined to investigate Mr. Davis‘ ties to Mr. Salazar.

The investigation was referred to the U.S. Attorney’s Office for the District of Colorado as well as the State of Colorado Conejos County District Attorney’s Office, which declined civil and criminal prosecution, according to the report.

“It took more than three years for the OIG to confirm what we’ve always known – that the BLM sold 1,795 federally-protected wild horses to a known kill buyer who sold them to slaughter,” said Suzanne Roy, Director of the American Wild Horse Preservation Campaign (AWHPC). “Unfortunately, there will be no justice for these mustangs, who suffered a brutal death in Mexican slaughter plants. No one at the BLM is being held accountable for this betrayal, and Tom Davis is not being prosecuted for violating his contractual obligation to not sell the horses for slaughter.”

Snort. $154,000. She-it. Hillary steals that much every day. 


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calendar   Saturday - October 03, 2015


Here’s a link to the other nine photos of this pair, taken by cat owner Paul Mealey in Westport, County Mayo, Ireland




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calendar   Thursday - September 10, 2015

Not Quite Cecil

"Ginger”, one of my local “wild” animals. He’s the smaller part of a 3 kitteh family of semi-ferals that live in the bushes here. Along with mom Scowler, and brother Fred. Of course, cats being cats, it turns out that Ginger is a guy, and Fred is a girl. Not quite as big as “Cecil” and a lot younger.  He’s a little guy, and probably will never be much bigger than this no matter how much we feed him. And he’s been caging lots of free, high quality kitteh nom noms off of us since before he was weaned.

Right. Anyway, when the mercury hits the high 90s on a September afternoon, with matching humidity, everything turns to putty. And it’s purrrfect time for a nap. Wherever you happen to be at the time.



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calendar   Monday - August 17, 2015

Bloop bloop bloop

The Turkeyson family pays us an evening visit. “Bloop bloop, book bloop” they chatter away as they walk down the side yard.

The whole family out for a stroll. Mom, Dad, and at least 4 little ones.

Meanwhile, Teh Kittehs, our pair of semi-feral kitties who live outside here and were hanging out on the nice warm concrete patio, hear the sound and run to investigate.

The parent birds stand over 3 feet tall walking upright, their muted summer colors making them hard to see in the gentle shadows even 15 feet away.  Teh Kittehs race around the corner of the marigolds and there they are, face to face.

HOLY SHIT, TURKEYS!!! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!! And the cats do a 180 in mid-air and take off at Warp Factor 4. The turkeys just stand there. But when we grabbed our cameras they strutted back up our little hill and into the brush at the top of the gully here. Too much fuss and bother.

Our digital cameras just can’t shoot fast enough, zoom fast enough, and doesn’t record in sharp detail fast enough. And even with fresh batteries, the flash won’t cycle as fast as I want it to. Sometimes, I think real film and real cameras can’t be beat. Does one even exist that’s “SLR” fast? How many thousand does that cost??

“Bloop bloop blip” and they were once again invisible.



Life here in the sticks.


Posted by Drew458   United States  on 08/17/2015 at 11:23 PM   
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calendar   Sunday - August 16, 2015

Evening Surprise

On my way to work this evening, I saw a bald eagle fly overhead when I was crossing the parking lot. He was just poking along, hardly more than treetop height. Very level wings, hardly any dihedral at all. And what a lazy flapper, barely moving his wings an inch or two. I thought my ID was wrong at first because he held his outer wing primary feathers way back, curved rearwards like a sheepsfoot knife blade. That’s not usual, but maybe he was tired or wet. Hey, for all I know he’d been sitting up in the tall trees here in my little jungle, licking his beak and thinking how tasty a feral kitty or two might be. Ruh roh.

Wet? Yeah, bald eagles live mostly on fish. I live about 500 yards from one reservoir/nature preserve, and hardly a mile and a half from another reservoir in the top of a mountain. And the Delaware River is just over thataways a few miles, and of course the South Branch of the Raritan River is right here in town and all around us. Plenty of good fishing, and all the critters a birdie could eat, large or small.

Around here, when you see a really big bird, your first thought is Turkey Vulture. After that, it’s Wild Turkey, because we’ve got armies of those guys too, often in flocks of 3 or 4 dozen. And at least two large bodied hawk species. So when something of that large size flies over low and slow and it’s somehow different, you notice.

Bald eagles. Cool. No wonder we seem to be a bit light on the Canada Geese this year.

Life in the sticks, huh?

A scene from a field a few miles East. It made the local news.


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calendar   Thursday - July 30, 2015

Lying about lions lying about

Cecil Was Murdered!!!!1111!!!11!


A “trayvonesque” picture of Cecil from his prime. Wild lions live to about 14, he was 13 when a hunter got him

Another case of when the internet is used as a weapon.

Cecil, a 13-year-old lion, wandered out of his sanctuary in a national park in Zimbabwe this month, following the scent of a potential snack.

At the other end of Cecil’s search was a lure, placed there by hunters who, conservationists say, wanted their prey to cross into unprotected territory so they could kill him.

Cecil, well known to those who visited the Hwange National Park in western Zimbabwe for his jet black mane, was beheaded, according to conservation officials. His corpse was left to rot in the sun.

Zimbabwean officials said that Dr. Walter J. Palmer, an American hunter known for killing big game with a bow and arrow, killed Cecil, and was being sought on poaching charges.

Johnny Rodrigues of the Zimbabwe Conservation Task Force said Cecil was lured out of a protected game preserve one night in early July by a hunting party that tied a dead animal to a car.

The first shot, which the authorities say came from Dr. Palmer’s crossbow, was not enough to kill the lion. Cecil was tracked for nearly two days before Dr. Palmer killed him with a gun.

This sure sounds pretty dreadful, and if people don’t look any deeper and just react emotionally, it could lead them to doing some pretty foolish things ...

BLOOMINGTON, Minn. — Two signs posted on the door of a nondescript dental office here asked passers-by to mourn the death of Cecil, a lion who was lured off his sanctuary and killed during a game hunt this month in Zimbabwe.

“WE ARE CECIL,” one read; “#CatLivesMatter,” read another. Nearby was a sign with a darker message for the dentist who said he killed the cat: “ROT IN HELL.”

In the hours since Dr. Walter J. Palmer apologized for killing the lion, he has gone from a dentist and longtime hunting enthusiast to a villain at the center of a firestorm over the ethics of big-game trophy hunting.

“I had no idea that the lion I took was a known, local favorite, was collared and part of a study, until the end of the hunt,” Dr. Palmer said in a statement. “I relied on the expertise of my local professional guides to ensure a legal hunt.”

The outrage and attention surrounding the lion’s death online caused Dr. Palmer to keep his office closed on Wednesday as he joined an ever-expanding group of people who have become targets of Internet vigilantism, facing a seemingly endless shaming until the next issue comes along.

Can we just back up here for a minute or so please?

First of all, you can’t just pick up your guns and bows and hop on a jet to Africa from Minnesota at a moment’s notice to go hunt one particular lion. Not even lions in general. Aside from aligning and reserving the complex array of travel arrangements, I’m sure there was also a vast array of visas, hunting licenses, weapons transport approval forms, hunting guide reservations and hiring and so on. Without a doubt it took weeks, if not months, to pay all the fees, cross all the “t"s and dot all the “i"s. And then ... 35 hours of travel time to get there? Not just the 4 to 6 flights to get him to that corner of Zimbabwe, but the day and a half spent driving out into the bush and setting up camp and so on. The point is, this wasn’t spur of the moment.

Next, oh noes, poor old Cecil was tricked, lured to his death by evil minions. Really? One particular lion out of hundreds? Thousands perhaps? How did that happen, and can we hire them for extracting needles from haystacks? This one particular lion, now in the 13th year of his maximum 14 year life span, lived in this game reserve. Look it up. Hwange National Park is 5,657 square miles. Five thousand six hundred fifty seven square miles! Which, if a square chunk of land, is a bit over 75 miles per side. And a dead donkey on a tow rope is going to lure a lion that far? Must be the most wonderfully ripe bit of carrion ever, to compete with all the dead and rotting zebras and antelope right there in the park itself! No, I think the truth is that Mr. Cecil was a border skulker, known to duck out of the park for some naughty lion highjinks and then zip back in before he could be caught out. Mr. Dindo Nuttin, with claws.

But then they shot him with an arrow, and left him for days to die. And then cut his head off and threw his body to the dogs!!  Yes, it’s called Africa. Welcome to it.  I am not a trophy hunter. I am not a night hunter either. Nor have I ever been on Safari, or even within 1,000 miles of the continent of Africa. So I don’t know jack. But if you have read any of those Safari stories (eq Death in the long grass) you’ll know that the hunt is rarely a clean one shot kill with instantaneous death. Almost always the wounded quarry has to be followed on, the blood trail and the spoor, the heat, the flies, the closed in tawny world of the savannah, and the final coup-de-gras at close quarters. Maybe that’s all cinematic bullshit, but maybe that’s the way it is. 500lb predators might just be quite hard to kill. Especially if you just wing one at night. Then what do you do?

As to the body being left behind ... yeah, so? You can’t eat lion. I don’t think even the natives will eat lion, and they’ll eat anything. Jackals and vultures eat lion. It’s their job. Other lions will eat lion too, because, while being Mighty Hunters, they’re also scavengers by lazy convenience.

So why is Dr. Palmer in such hot water? Because under that hoary old mane, Cecil wore a tracking collar. And a bunch of animal rights activists who have never seen any wild animal more fearsome than a squirrel, but who have seen Disney’s Lion King countless times, know that humans are all evil, especially the white ones, and that lions are all cuddly-wuddly and just want to be loved. And perhaps the good doctor forgot to pay off every last official in the country, so somebody in Zimbabwe ratted him out. Very glad to take his $55,000 “hunting fee”, but just as eager to throw his white ass to the media dogs and label him a poacher when the winky-dinks got upset. So now he has to pay. Because #CATLivesMatter. So let’s destroy him, his business, and his family. With just the click of a mouse. Because the internet is a far stronger weapon than any crossbow or rifle ever made. Welcome to the intolerant age of digital revenge. Social Justice for lions too!!


I wasn’t kidding about the cuddly-wuddly bit. The impromptu memorial to a dead lion outside Dr. Palmer’s office in Minnesota.


Proving once and for all that they are utterly disconnected from reality, PETA calls for the doc’s death. He killed a lion? Hang him!

PETA has released a shocking statement in the wake of Cecil the Lion’s death, saying the dentist who hunted and killed the animal should be killed.

“Hunting is a coward’s pastime,” PETA president Ingrid Newkirk said in a statement to Time. “If, as has been reported, this dentist and his guides lured Cecil out of the park with food so as to shoot him on private property, because shooting him in the park would have been illegal, he needs to be extradited, charged, and, preferably, hanged.”



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calendar   Saturday - July 25, 2015

We Need Cute

We need an antidote for the headlines.  In a world as insane as our, there is still cuteness besides red heads.

Allow me please to introduce Hulk and his puppies.  Hulk is 175 pounds of cute, the puppies a little smaller.

Lots more photos at the link

Courtesy of The Daily Mail

The world’s biggest pitbull cuddles up to his adorable new litter



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calendar   Saturday - July 04, 2015

Suburban Assault Vehicle

Death From Above


An immature bald eagle, or possibly a red tailed hawk, has a bunny for lunch. Nailed him right on the spot. In my mom’s backyard in the middle of the day.  Just 30 miles away from the Empire State Building in New York City.

Forget this “oooh, the bad people, encroaching on the poor wild animal’s natural habitats” bit of silly.  Those poor little wild animals (and those not so small; I heard this bird was the size of a turkey or a smaller medium dog) have not only adapted, they are thriving.

Not sure if you can completely identify what kind of raptor this is. BIG one. White chest, white shoulders, white V across the back. Nobody saw the tail, the feet, or under the wings. Hard to tell the beak color in this pics. But that was not a baby rabbit. Bald eagles are regularly seen around town, and are thriving along the Hudson River a couple towns to the northeast. 

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calendar   Saturday - June 27, 2015

pussy training

$25 and an hour’s work, and I installed a cat fence around the patio railing. It’s PVC coated steel mesh, much heavier than chicken wire, with a 2” X 3” mesh. A bunch of zip ties hold it on to the railing’s uprights. It came out really nice and the dark green mesh is actually hard to see behind the black painted railing. And it took about 1 second to train the cats to go around the long way. So maybe I can save some of my plants down there. Alas, the cosmos are done. Flattened. Hammered. Broken off at the ground.

Today’s project will be replacing the shut-off valve to the outside faucet. Then maybe I can “train” those cats to stay about 20 feet away. Nah, that won’t happen. She loves the kittehs too much, and adores them when they’re up on the patio doing kitteh stuff. Squeee! Whatever. Just don’t dive bomb my plants anymore, m’kay?


All your patios is belong to us!


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calendar   Tuesday - June 23, 2015

The Strange Case of the Cosmo Killing Cats

I need to put up a fence to stop animals from landing in my garden.

It’s not that they can’t walk across the dirt. Some do that all the time. I don’t care.

And it’s not like some are using that soil as a giant litterbox. They’re not. Trust me, I would know.

It’s these three that live out here under the hedges. Cats who are mostly feral. “Scowler” and her two kids “Fred” and “Ginger”. Fred, because he’s a black and white, thus he’s in a tuxedo. And who wears a tuxedo with Ginger? Fred Astaire. So there ya go.

The problem comes from them really liking our patio. It’s a nice smooth sunny place, great for a nap or a feeding session. And a great place to mooch for a handout (don’t look at me, I’m not doing it).

Scowler is fairly used to us, and merely backs away when we use our own patio. Hiss hiss hiss, but she moves off only a couple feet. The kids are a different story. I saw a person! Panic!! I heard something! Panic!! And they go flying off the raised patio, leaping through the railing ... several feet down, SPLAT right onto my new lower garden, right on the nice Cosmos I planted. So now I have flat flowers. Gee, thanks kittehs. Thanks so much. All the other cats in the neighborhood just saunter by, doing the proper cat “I don’t care” thing.

So I think I’ll get a roll of 2’ chicken wire, and line the inside of the patio railing. Kittehs go flying in panic, hit the wire. No way through, so they have to go jump in a different direction. And if they take a leap overthe 3 foot tall railing, that’s a solid 6 feet down. Into the azalea. Which I don’t really care about. And my cosmos will be Ok.

I think I’ll also put in some punji stakes with some string to hold the flower stalks up.

Annoying little cowardly beasties. It’s not like they haven’t lived their entire lives only 10 feet from us. Grow a pair already.

Flailing kittens from the sky
Panicked cats who jump and cry
Feral moggies know the way
The daily three who run away

Dirt and leaves stuck in their fur
One’s a hims, and two’s are hers
One dozen cats in chicken’s band
But only three in garden’s land

Trained to live on handout’s hand
No catching mouses in the sand
Cats who breed all night and day
No courage shown in any way

Half a tube of caulk and a “Gee, you’re OLD” for identifying the tune I stole to base my lyrics on. Hint: parachutes not included.


Posted by Drew458   United States  on 06/23/2015 at 09:29 PM   
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calendar   Wednesday - June 10, 2015

Not Animal Friendly

So I’m standing in the kitchen a few minutes ago, trying to get my eyes open. Trying to kick-start my brain enough to figure out how to get a cup of coffee from a Keurig machine. Machine on, filtered water goes in the reservoir here, lid goes back on, coffee goes in the DIY k-cup, level it off, cap closed, under the press, cup underneath, lower lever, press button ... it’s complicated!

So I look out the kitchen slider and see the sun is coming up nicely. Not raining. And I can see that the wildflower seeds that I put down in the new area I cleared are sprouting already. Nice. And oh look at the size of that great light brown lump. I wonder if that cat is around? WAIT A SECOND! I don’t have a great brown lump in this garden. What the Hell is a light brown lump? Anthill? Patio umbrella? Part of a rotting tree trunk? No, it moved! It’s a deer. Deer!! Instant RCOB moment, like dropping the clutch in Formula One. From Sleeping to Kill in less than a heartbeat. “Not in my garden you don’t! You get out of here! Scram, or I’ll saw your face off and hang it on the wall!” And there’s a spastic explosion of ears and tails and hooves and elbows (knees?) going every which way, and the dopey doe spazzes herself down the hill into the jungle.

I’d caught her in the act of climbing over and through the cleared brush I’d piled up, and she had her head down and ears back facing me as she was coming up over the crest of the steep hill. Probably nibbling something dainty off the ground. Like my expensive seeds. So all I saw was the pointy shoulder; head legs and neck blended into one in the bracken. Great light brown lump. NIMBY!!

I’m not the horse whisperer. I’m the deer shouterer.



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calendar   Friday - June 05, 2015

Live Imitates Art. Sort Of.

Back in the days when ethnic humor was both allowable and funny, I knew this Polish joke about a fish.

Fake Killer Whale Almost Sinks And Drowns


the fiberglass killer whale arrives

Sea lions have been crowding the docks in Portland OR, making it impossible for folks to get to their boats.


no room for your yacht here

Various ways to annoy or frighten the federally protected aquatic mammals into leaving have failed. So some bright star figured that they could make a big fiberglass orca, a fake Killer Whale mounted over a little power boat. And they could motor it around the bay, while playing orca songs, like the ever popular Lunch Is Ready in C########. They even made a baby orca to tow behind it, to look like a whole family of the attack whales had moved in. Surely that would scare away those lazy sea lions.


a baby orca came along as to work as a tow toy

It seemed that the Illinois Fish & Game Department wanted to breed a really aggressive big fish to enhance sportsmen’s deep lakes fishing experience.

The motorized fiberglass orca was brought to the seaside town of Astoria on Thursday as a sort of maritime Clint Eastwood called upon to deal with ne’er-do-wells, in this case sea lions crowding onto docks and making it difficult for locals to access their boats.


About 1,000 people cheered as the dummy whale — with its human operator inside — took to the water Thursday night. Jim Knight, executive director of the Port of Astoria, said sea lions that were crowded onto the docks became “deathly silent.”


Captain sQuint takes the whale helm

So they brought in some genetic engineers, and the first attempt they made was to cross a Coho with a Walleye. This created a great big fish with huge teeth but it was very docile. They named this hybrid the Cowal.

But as a cargo ship passed by, the phony orca started to list from the vessel’s wake. And then the bogus orca capsized.

“Our crew from the port had to go rescue the operator so he didn’t drown,” Knight said.


That she blows! Square rigger under power approaches the orca

(and yes, that’s a fully connected Warren Through Truss bridge)

Having had partial success, next they crossbred a Walleye with a Muskie. The result was a super aggressive fish that would attack anything in sight, but it was a tiny little thing hardly bigger than a minnow. They named this hybrid the Walskie.

So what did the sea lions thing about this spectacle?

“They probably think it’s dead now that it’s belly up,” Knight said. “You can’t make this stuff up.”

That was not the first fiasco for the dummy orca. The replica whale, loaned by a whale-watching business, was delivered overland on Thursday from Bellingham, Washington. After arrival, the orca’s outboard motor flooded and a replacement had to be found.


The fake orca was outfitted with recordings of real killer whale calls, especially the “call to dinner” — usually emitted in the wild after they kill a sea lion or seal.

The orca capsized before the recording could be tried out.

As of mid-Friday, the fake orca was still submerged in water at the Astoria docks, while hundreds of sea lions congregated and barked nearby.

Finally, these ace scientists crossbred the Cowal and the Walskie, and came up with the Kowalski. This gave them the best of both worlds. It’s a big mean fish that fights like hell and is wildly aggressive.


Hauled from the belly of the whale-fish. Will they rename him Jonah now?

Unfortunately, the new Kowalski is so dumb that they have to teach it how to swim.


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calendar   Wednesday - May 13, 2015

A Very Sad Panda

Poachers Arrested For Killing Panda And Selling Its Parts


Police in southwestern China arrested 10 people for killing a female wild giant panda, buying and selling its parts, state media said Wednesday.

The giant panda is an endangered species that tops China’s list of protected animals. Poaching them is rare, but panda parts are believed to fetch high prices on the black market because of their rarity.

China Central Television said forest police in Yunnan province recovered panda skin, panda meat, bones and an internal organ from the poachers and vendors. If convicted, the suspects could be jailed for years.

A recent census shows the wild panda population grew by 268 to a total of 1,864 in China since the last survey ending in 2003.

World Wild Fund for Nature has said poaching, a traditional threat to wild pandas in China, has declined but economic development has become a major threat. Hydropower plants, roads, and mining projects disrupt the animal’s natural habitat.

Still, Chinese officials say poaching rare animals and smuggling their parts remain a problem and that authorities are stepping up efforts to crack down on acts endangering rare animals.

I don’t know much of anything about traditional Chinese medicine, but it seems to be based on “find a really rare animal, kill it, and tell people that eating the bits will make their dicks hard”.  Thankfully, China has finally gotten around to making such things illegal. It only took them 4500 years.

Too bad it’s already too late for the northern white rhino, poached to extinction.

China Outlaws the Eating of Tiger Penis, Rhino Horn, and Other Endangered Animal Products

[May 2014] Consumers of endangered animal products in China face a risk of considerable jail time after the Standing Committee of the National People’s Congress reinterpreted existing criminal laws last week to put greater pressure on those who eat or purchase protected species.

Chinese law makes it illegal to hunt and buy any of the country’s 420 protected endangered species, which include Asiatic black bears, South China tigers, golden monkeys, and giant pandas. But the statutory language is highly ambiguous.

The change adopted by the Standing Committee redefines what it means to purchase endangered species, making it illegal for anyone to knowingly buy or consume animals that were poached. The aim of the law is to crack down on the demand for endangered species, which are widely used in traditional Chinese medicine. Various animal parts are thought to offer assorted health benefits, like preventing cancer or relieving back pain.

Many of these species are also valued as a mark of status. Consumption has boomed in tandem with the country’s economy, and the demand has encouraged large-scale illegal hunting.


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Not that very many people ever read this far down, but this blog was the creation of Allan Kelly and his friend Vilmar. Vilmar moved on to his own blog some time ago, and Allan ran this place alone until his sudden and unexpected death partway through 2006. We all miss him. A lot. Even though he is gone this site will always still be more than a little bit his. We who are left to carry on the BMEWS tradition owe him a great debt of gratitude, and we hope to be able to pay that back by following his last advice to us all:
  1. Keep a firm grasp of Right and Wrong
  2. Stay involved with government on every level and don't let those bastards get away with a thing
  3. Use every legal means to defend yourself in the event of real internal trouble, and, most importantly:
  4. Keep talking to each other, whether here or elsewhere
It's been a long strange trip without you Skipper, but thanks for pointing us in the right direction and giving us a swift kick in the behind to get us going. Keep lookin' down on us, will ya? Thanks.


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Oh, and here's some kind of visitor flag counter thingy. Hey, all the cool blogs have one, so I should too. The Visitors Online thingy up at the top doesn't count anything, but it looks neat. It had better, since I paid actual money for it.
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