Author: TSO

  • Charles Johnson has his panties in a bunch again, also wrong historically

    Every now and again I go over to LGF just to see how far this assclown has shifted. Apparently the huge news over there right now is Palin’s allegedly incorrect statements about Paul Revere….he has no fewer than 4 posts about it. (No link for him)

    Unsurprisingly perhaps, he’s wrong again.

    But, my favorite thing about Charles and his new push for historical accuracy is the fact that it ONLY applies to others. Take for instance one of his open thread quotes, this one:

    Overnight Open Thread
    Charles Johnson
    Open • Sun May 1, 2011 at 10:54 pm PDT • Views: 30,540

    I’ve never wished a man dead, but I’ve read some obituaries with great pleasure.

    — Mark Twain

    Yeah, one problem, Twain didn’t say that, it was Clarence Darrow.

    But, it’s not like anyone actually thinks he gives a shit about integrity, it’s all about taking shots at his former allies.

    BTW- I emailed and told him it was wrong the next day, and as you can see if you look over there, it is still up.

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  • Do I have the best job in the world, or what?

    He’s every bit as nice in person as you might imagine.

    I’ll be checking in here from time to time with stories from the Warrior Games at the Olympic Training Center, or Facebook friend me if you want a ton of continual updates as the competition is happening.

    Did pretty good, only got choked up a few times. When you see a triple amputee and hear that he is competing in swimming, wouldn’t you get choked up? How about one competitor who is competing in shooting, who is also a triple amputee? Dude, I am nearly healthy, and I can’t shoot for shit.

    A bit of a plug also, all the family members of competitors were flown out by the Fisher house people through their miles for heroes program (I think that is the name). If you have some extra miles, consider helping out our brothers and sisters-in-arms, and their brothers and sisters in blood.

  • Ted Rall: You guys are all idiots…and America sucks.

    If you’ve never heard of Ted Rall, consider yourself blessed.  I’ve been following him for quite a long time, but only because he is so absurd as to be almost comedic.  That quote in the cartoon about idiots is only part of the ridiculousness that spews forth from this guy on an almost daily basis.

     What brought him to my attention again recently was this column he wrote about the SEAL raid on OBL:

    President Obama’s Sunday evening announcement, timed to fill Monday’s papers with a sickening orgy of gleeful triumph but little information, prompted bipartisan high-fives and hoots all around. “U-S-A! U-S-A!” chanted a mob of drunken oafs in front of the White House. Blending the low satire of two Bush-era classic send-ups of a nation allergic to self-reflection, “Team America: World Police” and “Idiocracy,” they set the tone for a week or a month or whatever of troop-praising, God-blessing-America, frat-boy self-backslapping. “So that’s what success looks like,” wrote New York Times TV critic Alessandra Stanley in the paper’s special ten-page “The Death of Bin Laden” pull-out section.

    The whole diatribe is worth reading for the sheer humor (or, more likely anger) that you get from it.  But, I decided that I would plop down my personal credit card and purchase his silly book Anti-American Manifesto on Amazon.   Ranked #280,416 in Books, (100,000 places behind Frommer’s Guide to Delaware for instance) it would seem that most folks missed this piece of fiction masquerading as intellectual thought, but your humble blogger managed to read it in a bit under 3 hours.  (I’ll never get those hours back, but I suppose I could have spent it in worse ways, watching Army Wives or Teen Moms for instance.)

    This review was a dead giveaway on what I would find:

    The Anti-American Manifesto is a “wake up call” for all Americans to stop deluding themselves with all that American Dream drivel and propaganda. Our country is fundamentally collapsing around us as once cherished institutions frantically fray about trying to maintain a minimal sense of order. We need to start a serious dialogue amongst ourselves about how crappy things really are in our country and take action. The Anti-American Manifesto is no Declaration of Independence and Ted Rall is no Thomas Jefferson, but the spirit and remedies of both resonate the same. The concept of “revolution” shouldn’t remain unmentionable or considered subversive. The Great Recession is the culmination of decades worth of mismanagement, corruption and chicanery by the “powers that be” and WE THE PEOPLE are the victims (or chumps) of this bold face malfeasance. I recommend this book to any American who loves their country and who are willing to rise up and save it before it’s too late. When words won’t win action will.

     The book was all I expected, flush with tropes about how much America sucks.  The most succinct statement he makes on the intent of this trash comes at the end:

    We must rid ourselves of our shitty, worthless, incompetent, evil-doing, planet murdering government and its corporate and media allies.  (Page 271)

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  • For once, I kinda agree with Michael Moore

    Relax, only on one VERY small portion. From MSN Movie Page, via The Sniper:

    Do you buy the story about Osama’s burial at sea?
    That’s bulls— [that] “He was buried at sea according to Muslim tradition.” I’ve got many Muslim friends where I live in Michigan. When I go to a Muslim funeral in Detroit, we don’t hop in a chopper after the ceremony and drop the body into Lake Erie.

    We’re so worried about upsetting the Muslim world. We just shot him in the f—ing head, do you think they care how we conduct the funeral?

    I’m reminded of Marisa Tomei from My Cousin Vinny:

    Regarding the rest of what Moore says in that interview: dude is frutier than Mexican Bat shit.

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  • TSO and Blackfive’s Wild Ride

    I put up a post about it at the Burn Pit:

    My wife took it pretty well when I told her I had fallen in love with Meg, but in my defense, I don’t know a man or woman alive who could have resisted Meg. Like my wife, Meg had big, beautiful brown eyes, and tended to be a little obstinate. However, since Meg was about 6 feet tall, weighed in at 1,400 lbs, and was decidedly equine in nature, I essentially did whatever she wanted. And for not tossing me over her head, Meg got to feast on alfalfa treats every time we stopped. A few more days on the trail and she might have been as fat as she was tall.

    Half a league, half a league,
    Half a league onward,
    All in the valley of Death
    Rode the six hundred.
    “Forward, the Light Brigade!
    “Charge for the guns!” he said:
    Into the valley of Death
    Rode the six hundred.

    Jonn adds; Meg sent me this video;

  • Rum, Sodomy and the Bit

    As most of you know, I am leaving for Montana on Thursday morning to spend 4 days in the wilderness with Blackfive as we drive horses through Three Forks. We’ll be checking out the camp for the Heroes and Horses program.

    Anyway, I think in honor of my trip, I would give the top 10 things I really hope not to hear from Matt or myself on this trip:

    10) You think the gay cowboys have any more pudding?
    9) A rattlesnake bit my ass, suck out the poison!
    8 ) I think the chaps go outside your jeans.
    7) If we reenact the fire scene from Blazing Saddles tonight, try not to shard yourself again.
    6) No, you are supposed to mount the horse, not the other way around.
    5) Heh, look at that, your horse is also hung like an Irishman.
    4) Look on the bright side, you can play Christopher Reeves in the made for TV movie now.
    3) [In Han Solo voice]: And I thought they smelled bad on the outside
    2) Damn, ran out of toilet paper and I’m down to one sock.
    1) I wish I knew how you quit you, saddle horn in my anus.