Sunday - March 14, 2010
New Image Wanted
The Mad Harriet post earlier gave me an idea.
There are moonbats, and then there are royal moonbats. They may not reign forever, but their excess level of moonbattery ought to be recognized while they are in power.
I’m not a graphics whiz, so I’m asking for submissions. For a Moonbat crown.
I whacked this out quickly with old versions of Fireworks and the MS Photo Editor. I’m sure that OCM and lots more folks could do better. I didn’t even paint the wings gold.
You can email me, or if you’ve got your own place online, just put the url of the image in the comments. Please build your ideas on a transparent background, to make it easier for the rest of us to apply the thing as needed.
I think this could be quite useful down the line.
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Don’t even ask me how I stumbled over this one.
You gotta love the *BYOB.
Don’t forget the ‘overbust’ version, which comes in straighline or sweetheart cut.
If any BMEWSettes order one, please be kind and post pictures…
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Permalink • Saturday - March 13, 2010
A link from Vilmar
You know, I went to college up in Mudville.
Oh sure, they called it something else. Something all fancy, named after some toff Lord So and So. But where the Susquehanna met the Chenango there was water and dirt. And above them in the sky is the pivot point for nearly every weather system that comes across the northeast. Which means double the usual amount of precip almost always. It’s also the only decent sized bit of flat valley for miles and miles, surrounded by mountains on all sides; it’s uphill in all directions, so all the water came to us.
They told us the official school colors were green and white, but we knew better. The real colors were grey and brown, reflecting the clouds above and the mud below. Freshmen were quickly introduced to an odd variety of high topped footwear called “duck shoes”. And urged to buy a golf-sized windproof umbrella and a stadium length parka, woolly mittens and the biggest Champion sweatshirt they could find. Nobody listened. You know how upperclassmen are, always trying to play a fast one on the noobs. Besides, they’d all been up to campus in the summer, and it was lovely. It was still green and mild in August when their parents dropped them off, and only the slightest hints of early fall were showing a few weeks later at the first school holiday of “Rusha-Home-a”. Even on the bus trip back after that weekend, 200 miles upstate from The City, and you hardly even needed a light jacket.
And then Monday came, and the sunlight went away, the clouds arrived, and the weather began. Every year. And it never stopped.
The first year I was up there we had 11” of snow on October 8th. I have a whole series of pictures of Halloween snowmen. One year, living off campus, when the snow started to melt away in late April, we saw this lump out by the street. What on earth? It turned out to be the Christmas tree we’d put out for pickup in January. It had been buried the whole time. Winter snows were followed by rain. Never ending rain. One year is rained for 44 days in a row. All day, all night, never ending cold hard rain and wind. Six solid weeks.
At some point in April, when the never ending wet, dim, cold started to cause depression and thoughts of suicide, there was the annual campus event called the Stomping Of The Coat. A short festival, and excuse to pass a bottle around outside. Sort of a reverse rain dance, a tantrum against the sky. Enough! We can’t take it any more!! I’ve lived in this damn parka since October and I’m sick of it!! The festival often had to be held indoors because of the weather.
“Spring” was this concept that only existed on the calendars. I’ve seen it snow as late as the 3rd week in June up there. But almost always the snow would melt, and the rains would cease, and the sun would come out and let the grass rush to green up and the flowers rocket out of the ground ... just in time for finals week. So that nobody had a chance to enjoy the brief nice weather. And when the parents came up that 3rd Sunday in May, it was always warm and lovely. Just like that drop-off weekend in August had been. They never believed their kid’s tales; this is a lovely campus and a fabulous climate!
Next fall, those returning for their Sophomore year would try and tell the incoming freshmen what they were in for, and to introduce them to an odd variety of footwear called “duck shoes”. They didn’t listen. They never did.
And we had our Casey, a bit of a local legend. And supposedly one of those farm teams back in the long ago had gone by that famous soggy name. Not officially of course. Likely they were called the Triplets or somesuch.
Local legends? Probably. What the heck, people need something to believe in, and sometimes even cartoon dinosaurs and cavemen on everything isn’t enough. Fun, but not enough.
Gosh, I haven’t had a good pile of halupkies in ages. Or those great pork spiedies that had marinated for days and then got flash burned on the grill.
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Permalink • Thursday - March 11, 2010
‘The Wreck of the… uh… Barack Hussein?’
Lisa Farizio owes Gordon Lightfoot an apology.
The legend lives on from old Honest Abe on down
Of the group that they call “Grand Old Party.”
The media it’s said gave her up for half dead
Though in truth she is still hale and hearty.
But in two-thousand eight she fell under the great weight
Of a candidate too weak to steer her.
That good ship and true failed in states that were blue
When the gales of November came callin’.
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Permalink • Friday - February 19, 2010
Silvio Berlusconi shortlists dental hygienist as political candidate. (score one for eye candy)
I thought I’d start the day, late as it is, with humor. True, it isn’t so funny to many but hey. Not so poor Silvio is keeping up the tradition of Italian stallions, or at least the perception, and someone has to do it ya know. It can’t be easy. Plus, he provide the press with copy and usually that’s pretty funny.
Last week Mr Berlusconi caused another furore after joking that while Italy had succeeded in staunching the flow of Albanian illegal immigrants crossing the Adriatic, he would be prepared to make an exception for “beautiful girls”.
His ex wife sees no humor in his carrying on but hell. She’s no innocent either. After all, he was married when she was seeing him. He finally left the wife for her and so his fidelity or lack thereof should have been no surprise. And anyway, he’s Italian. He has a stallion license.
Not all Silvio’s lassies are stunners however. So he’s an equal opportunity letch.
Silvio Berlusconi has shortlisted his dental hygienist to contest crucial elections next month, despite the furore caused by his attempts to promote showgirls as candidates last year.
By Nick Squires in Rome
TelegraphThe Italian prime minister has spent weeks denying reports that his party would stack its list of candidates with attractive young models or actresses.
But the 73-year-old premier was apparently unable to resist the charms of Nicole Minetti, a showgirl turned dental hygienist who he met when his teeth were being repaired after he was attacked by a man with a history of mental illness in Milan in December.
Despite the furore and the wrath of his wife caused by his attempts last year to promote a string of glamorous women as candidates for the European elections, Miss Minetti is reportedly now on a short list to run as a candidate for Mr Berlusconi’s People of Freedom (PDL) party in Lombardy, northern Italy.
A former dancer who has appeared on various TV variety shows, she graduated as a dental hygienist last November and within weeks was tending to the prime minister when he was treated in Milan’s San Raffaele Hospital for two broken teeth and a smashed nose following the assault on Dec 13.
Hers will not be the only pretty face in the ranks of Mr Berlusconi’s party as it seeks to consolidate its hold on power in the elections in 13 of Italy’s 20 regions at the end of March.
Graziana Capone, a law graduate and model who has been dubbed “the Angelina Jolie of Puglia,” the southern region from which she hails, was recently hired to help mould Mr Berlusconi’s image on television, La Repubblica reported. She had also been touted as a possible candidate in the elections.A smiling Mr Berlusconi was photographed this week as he presented four women who hope to be elected as regional governors, two of whom have cover girl looks: Monica Faenzi and Anna Maria Bernini.
His penchant for favouring brains over beauty earned him exasperated criticism from the main opposition party.“Berlusconi chooses candidates more for their good looks than for their experience,” said Anna Finocchiaro, the Senate leader of the Democratic Party. “He’s filled parliament with beautiful girls, albeit competent, but they don’t count for anything within the party.”
But loyalists within the ranks of his party angrily hit back. Margherita Boniver, an MP, told Corriere della Sera: “I’m astonished. You only have to look at the CVs of our candidates to understand that they are people who are dedicated to politics,” said Barbara Saltamartini, an MP who has responsibility for equal opportunities within the PDL, said that Miss Finocchiaro’s remarks had shown “that she is an enemy of women”.
The glamorous line-up invited comparisons with the row which broke out last year when Mr Berlusconi’s party proposed fielding a bevy of actresses, models and reality television starlets as candidates for the European parliament elections in June.
His wife, Veronica Lario, branded the plan “shamelessly tacky” and a week later demanded a divorce after nearly 30 years of marriage.
In the end most of the women were ditched from the line-up and only one, Barbara Matera, 27, a television presenter, actress and former Miss Italy contender, was elected to Brussels.She revealed that her role model was Mara Carfagna, the former men’s magazine model who Mr Berlusconi made his equal opportunities minister when he returned to power in 2008.
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Permalink • Saturday - February 13, 2010
A digital diversion
So Chris emails me a link. It’s to a neat geological web page that examines Global Warming and concludes, duh, that the temperatures have been going up and down forever. And that CO2 levels have nothing at all to do with it, that those levels often lag 800 years behind actual climate change, and that at one point in the way way way back, the climate was considerably cooler, yet atmospheric CO2 was 18 times higher than it is right now. Lots of graphs, and an interesting bit of actual science. Plus the author shows how the whole thing is a damnable scam, created to frighten people out of their tax dollars. With self-condemning quotes too. Nice.
So I read that stuff, and explored the rest of that page. It turns out to be a bit about West Virginia geology, and coal mining there. How it’s a good thing that puts people to work. How these days strip mining rebuilds the land when they’re finished, and how the EPA is a bit shortsighted in requiring the miners to put things back “as they were originally”. Because it’s just as easy to fill the holes and replace the overburden and build nice flat farmland that people could use, but no, the EPA demands they build steep hills. Except that “originally” if you go back far enough, West Virginia was flat. It was swampland. On the equator. When the coal beds were laid down, 300 million years ago or thereabouts.
But they kept talking about peat, and Lignite, and bituminous coal. Hey, I didn’t know bituminous came in several varieties. Ok, fine, but what about anthracite? Not a word. I guess WV doesn’t have any. It’s a Pennsylvania thing. So I looked it up. And it is.
Somehow I had thought it was all gone. Not true. Sure, once upon a time miners wrested 114 million tons of the stuff out of the ground per year, but their great grandsons are still pulling up 5 million tons of the stuff per year today. Born one mornin’ when the sun didn’t shine ...
Anthracite is hard coal, the kind that burns with very little flame and almost no smoke, but lots of heat. Kind of like nice dry birch logs in your fireplace. Is it the “Clean Coal” we’ve been looking for? I can’t say, but the good folks at Reading Anthracite seem to think so:
Mother Nature’s Clean Coal™
The inherent, natural qualities of anthracite coal from the Reading Anthracite Company address the needs for energy, carbon and media solutions.
... even if the media solutions they are talking about are for filtering applications, not the MSM. Um, uh, wait ... aren’t they the same thing? 
So I’m reading all about this hard coal, realizing I’ve got a couple of chunks of it around here somewhere. And that somewhere back in my past, I’ve been in front of a coal fire. I can’t remember where, or when, but I remember it smelled nice. A much softer aroma than pine smoke. And I’m reading how the first commercially dug load of this coal went by barge down the Susquehanna River, the river that’s older than time (really, it almost is. It runs across the mountains not along them. Because the river was already there before the mountains woke up and started growing. And those mountains are the worn down stubs of what they used to be) and it’s starting to feel like Home News. Because I used to live by that river, since one end of it runs through Binghamton NY, where lives the old alma mata. Ok, Three Mile Island is on it too, but way downstream. And that this more expensive black rock was used as a premium fuel by a famous railroad of it’s day, the Lackawanna. Now it’s definitely data within my ken, as I’ve been aware of that line my entire life. In it’s latter days it was the Erie-Lackawanna, but I knew it as the Delaware Lackawanna & Western. The D.L. & W. The “delay, linger, and wait” line that ran across NY, NJ, and PA. And I’m a would-be train junkie anyway. Love them. But I never got the true addiction, never became a train-head. But Big Steam and Old Diesel float my boat, both as physical artifacts and their impact on social history. Like airplanes, only with lots and lots of added mass.
And then the Wiki post mentions Phoebe Snow, and I knew it was Kismet. The Phoebe Snow was the name of the train my mother used to ride to go to college. Back in the days when trains had names, it had the prettiest one. And that’s all I knew about it. And somewhere in this digital odyssey I saw mention of the Lackawanna Cut-off and it all hit home. That’s local history, a turn of last century engineering marvel that was so soon forgotten.
Peiper has the advantage of living in a 2300 year old town, a place that values history. I don’t. Nor do most Americans. Everything is new, everything is now. We kind of shake our heads at our children, or our grandchildren, who think that 1985 was so long ago that dinosaurs still walked the earth. We have no real sense of history here, aside from the rare battlefield park, or some well made colonial building that still stands. Everything else gets torn down, or built over. And then lost. But I had heard of the Cut-off. It’s not far from here. So I started looking. And found that the old rail line that it replaced ... is still here. I drive over the Oxford Tunnel at least once a week to get up to the bowling alley, and I never knew it was there. 103 years ago, the town where I bowl was a going concern, but the cut-off put them out of business, and they still haven’t fully recovered.
A little bit up the same road from the bridge in the picture, outside of the tiny town of Hampton, is another giant pile of concrete. A huge thing. A modern Ozymandius. It has to be the base of another railroad bridge from days gone by. Just the barn size concrete base remains, right up against the road, the bridge missing, the rail bed gone and built over. I always wondered about it, but I couldn’t even envision which way the tracks may have went. I think I might know now; it fell victim to engulf and devour, circa 1900.
Until the mid 1960’s train tracks criss-crossed this state. They were everywhere. The lumber yard downtown here is a rail station. The tracks are gone though. History, buried and forgotten. So many towns have “depot” or “junction” or “station” in their names, but no trains roll by anymore. Want to talk about long gone? Before the trains there were canals. All over the place around here. There’s a little town a dozen miles north east of here called Port Morris. Right next to it is a place called Landing. There is no river anywhere near them you could float anything bigger than a canoe in. But they used to be canal towns. Hey, so did Binghamton. So did lots of places in the north east.
So, canals, cut-offs, railroads that have puffed their way onto the pages of the past. Mysterious lumps of concrete and my awareness that all that is now, was once not. Sadness? No, just something to ponder on a gray cold winter afternoon.
And the Phoebe Snow? Not just the name of a train. A sexy pin-up from the days before emancipation. Before the ideas of sexy or pin-up existed. An icon from the birth of marketing so successful that it drove crowds wild. One of the original hotties. O.H. bay-bay. And a source of memorable jingles far older than the Burma-Shave limericks. Because it all comes together you see. Phoebe Snow was the It Girl of her day, but she was made up. To sell tickets on the railroad. The Lackawanna railroad. And they used her, a confident and lovely woman off on her own [!!! shudders!!!] all dressed in white ... because they powered the train with anthracite, and you could ride that train without looking like Bert the chimney sweep (chim chim cheroo) at ride’s end. And they did it with poetry. Ok, with doggerel, but that’s close enough:
And Phoebe knows
That smoke and cinders
Spoil good clothes
‘Tis thus a pleasure
And delight
To take the Road
Of Anthracite
For fluff and frill
Miss Phoebe finds
Is nearly nil.
It’s always light
Though gowns of white
Are worn on Road
Of Anthracite
And she made them millions. Her face and elegantly dressed figure were on billboards, postcards, trading cards. She sold the idea of a clean train, a luxury ride from New York City to Buffalo NY, the northern gateway city to the interior of the whole country in those days. And not just the ride. She sold the notion of lux, whether in it’s modern posh form, or in it’s more original photonic meaning
by night or day
enjoy her book upon the way
Electric light
dispels the night
Upon the Road of Anthracite
The land in the central and eastern portions of Pennsylvania is very folded. Folded like the serpentine bit in the middle of a piece of cardboard. It’s called the Endless Mountain area, and with good reason. And the eastern edge of that Endlessness starts right here in NJ, pretty much under my feet. So when they built the Cut-off, the idea was to level out and to straighten out the train tracks, which up until then had to double back and forth all over the place to get over the hills and valleys they couldn’t tunnel through. Which is why the Cut-Off was an engineering marvel on the order of building the Panama Canal. When it was all done it had several of the largest fill areas under the roadbed in the nation. A fill is what you build when you have to get your choo-choo across a declivity in the land too shallow and perhaps too long to build a bridge over. It’s a bloody great pile of rock, with trains on top. And when they hit rivers that couldn’t be filled, they built the 3 largest viaducts in history, 2 of them right here in NJ, and pioneered the used of reinforced concrete. And they did it on time, and under budget, for both the Paulinskill and the Delaware River viaducts. And they’re still standing, 103 years later. In 1907, taking a high speed train (70mph!) across those bridges, 120 feet up in the air, must have felt like that other new-fangled activity, flying. So of course they had Phoebe sell that experience too
My favorite trains
O’ertop the lofty mountain chains
There’s cool delight
At such a height
Upon the Road of Anthracite
And you could take the train from Hoboken (just across the tunnel from NYC) to Buffalo in a mere 8 hours. And be well fed and not get dirty. They made more millions.
But they could not escape the Law of Unintended Consequences. Phoebe Snow planted the seed of the idea of the Independent Woman in people’s minds. Sure, she was classy, and proper, and not at all naughty. And perfectly safe and well cared for on her special train. But she was doing it all without a man leading her around. Amazing. Radical. And still the subject of both Advertising and Womyn’s Studies today.
As an icon, she sold a clean ride and a new cultural image for the American Girl on the go—an image that lasted nearly 70 years.
How about that?
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Permalink • Tuesday - February 09, 2010
Early Valentine’s Freebie
I snagged this one from over at the Barn Army Headquarters today. Pasted it up as wallpaper on the old PC. Wife comes upstairs while telling me about the daily dramas at her office
... and this stopped her dead in her tracks. At which point the squealing started. We’re talking DefCon 3 levels of cuteness here.
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Permalink • Friday - February 05, 2010
Just For Fun
Lovin’ it!
Peiper
- if you got my OTOH email - she’s SFH!
- regarding my email from a couple months back - see the phenotype? A very fine example of Russian Girl #2.
Oblique cultural reference: SPOON!!
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Permalink • Monday - February 01, 2010
A bit of weird, with girls
The internet is a large place, with lots of strange corners. Usually I leave it up to folks like Steamboat McGoo to explore those dark recesses, but he doesn’t have time for everything, so here is a small follow up to his WTF3 post from the other day.
And of course there is a video. You might like the post-battle X-ray bunny sex scene.
All of which shows that when there isn’t much to do in Iceland, people get up to some strange shiz. Naturally, this troop has their own web page, and another 8 examples of their oddness. And you thought today was just going to be another routine Monday.
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Permalink • Sunday - January 31, 2010
Da Moon!
Now that Obama has cut NASA’s purse strings to ever get back there, the moon is brilliantly full. Right now. We’re having a perigee moment, which means that the moon is as close to the earth as it will be all year. So the full moon is bigger and brighter than ever. Full moon was actually last night, but it’s still mostly full. Mostly. If you can get a clear view outside, and not freeze your nadgers and badgers right off, it’s worth a look.
Friday night’s Full Moon is biggest of 2010
On Friday, January 29, 2010, the full Moon will be especially bright and beautiful as it appears 14% wider than any other full Moon throughout the entire 2010 year.
Called a “perigee Moon,” Earth’s only natural satellite—the Moon—will put on a dramatic up-in-the sky show Friday night.
Catch the lunar excitement, and it’s free to all observers! Just look up into the night sky!
A perigee Moon simply means that the orbit of the Moon around the Earth is in the shape of an ellipse (kinda like a slightly smashed circle), with one end (its perigee) being shorter in distance than the other end (its apogee).
So, the perigee Moon is at its closest point from the Earth, and it will appear bigger and brighter to us observers here on Earth.
In fact, the full Moon, the first one in 2010, that occurs on Friday night will be about 14% wider and approximately 30% brighter than any other full Moon seen in 2010.
The actual Full Moon will occur at 0618 Greenwich Mean Time (GMT) on January 30, 2010, or 1:18 a.m. Saturday morning, January 30, 2010.
It’s nice and clear here tonight. Which means it’s crispy cold, somewhere around 12°F. Brr. But the moon really is lit up. It’s the brightest dark I’ve ever seen.
via Stoaty the Weasel, recognized expert on badgers and nadgers, and the warming thereof.
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Permalink • Thursday - January 28, 2010
The New DoubleSpeak
I’m surprised it took this long to publish, but here’s Ben Shapiro from CNS News, writing about the Obama Lexicon. About how nearly ever pet phrase is cover for yet another lie.
In order to understand what Obama truly tells us when he speaks to us, it is necessary to grab our Little Orphan Annie Decoder Ring and decipher precisely what he means when he uses his pet phrases. This, then, is a list of his favorite linguistic flourishes—and just what he means when he uses them:
“Hope and change”: Socialism at home, surrender abroad. Obama uses this talismanic formula when he wants to activate his base, which responds to it like a jukebox when you drop in a nickel.
“Let me be clear”: Let me lie to you.
“Make no mistake”: See “let me be clear.”
Sort of reminds me of those Obama drinking games. I hear that they’ve been outlawed, since too many kids were suffering from alcohol poisoning from having to drink every time he said “I”, “me”, or “my” during his speeches.
Which leads me to Obama Bingo, a slightly dated online bingo card generator. You need 24 terms or numbers to make a bingo card plus the free space in the middle. Shapiro gives us 23, so you’ll have to create one of your own, like “opportunity”. Use “me” as the center square naturally. You’ll still get pretty wasted if you drink every time you get a Bingo!, but you might be able to make it through one of Teh Won’s daily talks without winding up in the emergency room.
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Permalink • Sunday - January 17, 2010
Weekend Videos
This brings back some memories. Some of them aren’t that long ago either!
I know, Meat Loaf can go bad over time. Here’s some more recent Meat Loaf. Only a couple of years old!
Now, a little America:
Below the fold, due to very suggestive content, Clarence Carter is Strokin’ and “sassifying” his woman.
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Permalink • Wednesday - January 06, 2010
Picture Perfect
A couple bits of photographic excellence for a cold winter’s day. You do have hours to spare and nothing to do, right?
Very few of these pictures give any camera/lens information, but most of them look like real film through superb quality lenses to me. Are there digital cameras this good? I don’t know, but if so, they cost a fortune.
Enjoy.
A decent collection of Russian train pictures is located here. Trains have always fascinated and impressed me. It’s technology that you can understand just by looking at it, and the scale is massive. This is just one page from the englishrussia.com website; like Russia itself, this one is huge.
Pixdaus gives us an extraordinary portrait gallery. It’s 122 pages long. Sure, there are pictures of cute puppies, adorable kids, and those B&W pictures of raisin-y east european grannies, but most of it is beautiful pictures of beautiful women. Some of them are professionally beautiful, models and actresses and so forth, but most are just regular folks. Quality photography throughout. Pixdaus is another huge website, with more than 10,500 pages. It’s a digital library!
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Permalink • Friday - January 01, 2010
Happy New Year!!!
I kid you not.
The headline is… wait for it…
Now, I just got off the phone with my Mom. I told her about this article. We both agree:
What do you mean ‘Why’?
The question is HOW?!
(smiley for Rich)
And, of course, since I remember weird stuff, Steve Martin covered the subject of faking it…
For those who’ve seen the movie, yeah, the ‘call me your poodle sl*t’ scene is on YouTube.
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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:
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.
- Keep a firm grasp of Right and Wrong
- Stay involved with government on every level and don't let those bastards get away with a thing
- Use every legal means to defend yourself in the event of real internal trouble, and, most importantly:
- Keep talking to each other, whether here or elsewhere
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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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