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America Day Afternoon Links
Happy America Day to the American Glibs, and happy Hump Day for everyone else. I made the dirty water hot dogs. I… I have shame for how good those are. My kids ate two each — which is pretty good for them. I’m holding at one, but these links are being pre-recorded live.
Leave! Leave now Canadians and Michiganders! Florida is drowning! I’m looking at being beach-front!
This would have been better if the gold-mine had actual gold in it.
Yikes! Glad everyone survived with only a single injury.
Hopefully these two psychopaths will suffer long, long lives in prison.
I know Shooter Jennings isn’t for everyone, but I will continue to push him because I like his delightfully album choices. This, however, is just straight pop-country, which he does better than most, too.
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Independence Day Open Thread
I’ve mentioned before that I came to my liberty-loving worldview early in life, thanks mostly to my father and his Appalachian parents. My Dad’s family was self-reliant, hard-working, generous, welcoming…and distrustful of government and “outside interference.” Along with large family holiday get-togethers throughout the year, I spent weeks with my grandparents each summer, soaking up their knowledge and way of approaching life. The broad range of life skills and strength of character my grandparents exhibited was inspiring to me as a child, and continues to inspire me still, even though they have been gone for more than 20 years. I know I fall far short of their example, but I strive to be as much like them as I can manage.
Anyway, I thought it would be fun to hear how the Glibertariat came to be more liberty-leaning than average. Did you have a particular person who influenced you? Was there a defining incident that served as a wake up call? A series of little things chipping away and shaping you? Was it a path that caused strife in your family?
Please share!
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Fourth Of July Morning Links
Hope y’all have the day off. I’ve got plenty of work to do but will hopefully get a chance to relax as well. Like Colombia does now, right? Their hack-a-shaq strategy almost paid off with a late goal, but England prevailed in PKs. Thank goodness, too. They might have killed somebody in the next match, should their violent play continue to progress. Also moving on are the Swedes, who dispatched the Swiss in a pretty boring game. Quarterfinals start Friday, so enjoy Wimbledon or baseball until then. Speaking of tennis, Venus and Serena are both playing today. Sharapova was bounced yesterday and the womens draw is completely up for grabs now.
In baseball, Boston stayed red hot and whipped Washington, The Yankees beat Atlanta, Tampa beat Miami, Seattle beat the California Angels and the Houston Astros continued their domination over the Rangers with a 5-3 win.
Kissing bandit Morganna Bane of high school English students Nathanial Hawthorne was born on this date. So was libertarian presidential hero Calvin Coolidge, cartoonist Rube Goldberg, mobster Meyer Lansky, lovely actress Eva Marie Saint, playwright Neil Simon, Raiders owner Al Davis, Yankees owner George Steinbrenner, the buxom Morganna Roberts, singer John Waite, drummer William Goldsmith, and sign-language-using gorilla Koko.
Its also the day the colonists told England to fuck off. And the day the first US Tariff Act was signed by George Washington, the first city bus went into service in London, Whitman’s “Leaves Of Grass” was published, the Tuskeegee Institute was established by Booket T Washington, Radio Free Europe made its first broadcast, LBJ (in one of the only decent things he ever did) signed the Freedom Of Information Act into law, “American Top 40” with Casey Kasem debuted, Kobe Bryant was arrested in Eagle, Colorado, and Nolan Ryan got his 3000th strikeout.
OK, its a holiday so I better get rolling. Please enjoy…the links!
Crook Its good to be the king! Or even the guy who did the kings IT with his family, stole a bunch of stuff, absconded it to Pakistan and whose prosecution would have led to much embarrassment for a lot of high level Dem Party operatives/congressmen. Its also good for you when the idiot who hired you has a brother working at the prosecutor’s office write op-eds in major newspapers as the entire investigation is going on that say its all a big nothing burger, in gross violation of departmental policy. But like I said: its good to be the king.
Crazy socialist: what’s not to trust? The head of the DNC makes clear that they’re now effectively a socialist party. Its a bold strategy, Cotton. Let’s see if it pays off. You know, I’m sure it will be just as effective after being attacked by Donald Trump as it was in a primary with <2% turnout of just her own party in one of the most progressive enclaves in the country.
And this is the nice part of town! San Francisco is circling the drain. Actually, they’re not circling the drain because its clogged with human waste, used needles and other shit the hobos leave all over the place. But it is turning into an interesting case study on terrible politics mixed with zero personal responsibility.
And across the bay in Oakland, the city said its likely that a property owner and city inspector “colluded” to have people evicted…from the commercial property they were not allowed to live in. So the city had the eviction notice rescinded. Then a few months later, the Ghost Ship fire burned everybody to death. ::smdh::
Looks like Amy Coney Barrett is at the top of Trump’s Supreme Court candidate list. Sounds good to me. But the left are losing their absolute shit. Which also sounds good to me.
One Masshole cop pleads guilty to fraud. Three more are yet to face their charges. And no word on sentencing yet. The other three are collecting their retirement already, so it’ll be interesting to see how that part of the equation plays out as well.
If any of you are planning on taking your mother to a nursing home: Please take note of this. And be careful.
Wow, that’s one tough, old sonofabitch. I can only imagine how that must have felt.
Go enjoy your holiday, friends.
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Japanese Loanwords
You’re 10% of the way to speaking Japanese with this one trick
Now that we’ve got the click bait headline out of the way let’s get down to today’s lesson – basic Japanese pronunciation and how English is used and pronounced in everyday Japanese. One study suggests anywhere between 5% to 10% of modern Japanese is derived from English.
For a refresher on the needlessly complex writing systems used in Japanese I refer you back to fellow Glib straffinrun’s 5 Minute Japanese Lesson and Another 5 Minute Japanese Lesson.
We are just teaching Japanese pronunciation and loanwords so we are just going to use katakana and the western derived romaji. Romaji is the Japanese word for the roman characters that western language speakers already know. In the context of Japanese romaji is what is used to teach the gaijin and for signs and such within Japan to assist westerners.
Naturally, the Japanese couldn’t be bothered to use the same version of romaji that is used to teach foreigners, Hepburn, and created their own version called Kunrei-shiki. For our purposes, the two are mostly the same.
For those keeping count that means that are four “official” ways to write Japanese – kanji, hiragana, katakana, and romaji.
It sounds like what?
To an English speaker Japanese doesn’t share much vocabulary with English compared to Romance languages. It also has very different grammar and sentence construction. However, for an English speaker the pronunciation is very straightforward. Almost all the sounds in Japanese are already used in English. That means with a relatively short lesson we can have you able to read and pronounce Romanized Japanese words like names, places, movie titles, etc.
Let’s review the following chart:
The first row is katakana and the second row is romaji. We are only focusing on the reassuring roman characters at the bottom of each box. Focusing on just the “vowel” section the first row goes – a, i, u, e, o. The next row is ka, ki, ku, ke, ko. Are you beginning to see the pattern? It’s generally consonant (or consonant with a “y” sound) plus a, i, u, e, o.
Japanese generally doesn’t have the same concept as consonants and vowels in English. Instead Japanese’s building blocks are mora, essentially syllables. The chart above contains essentially every basic sound in Japanese. If you can pronounce these syllables then you can say anything in Japanese.
Don’t read Romanized Japanese as English!
The biggest mistake English speaker make is reading Romanized Japanese as English. There are no “long vowels” and “short vowels”. The vowels sounds for Japanese are:
A – sounds like the “a” in father
I – sounds like “ea” in “seat”
U – sounds like “oo” in “boo” as in what you say when you want to startle somebody
E – sounds like the “e” in “set”
O – sounds like “o” in “so”English:
- Ban – prohibit (short “a”)
- Bane – a cause of great distress or annoyance (long a because of the “e” at the end)
Japanese:
- Bane (ばね)- spring (e.g. coil, leaf). It’s pronounced “bah neigh”. Notice unlike ban and bane that the Japanese is TWO syllables.
That’s really the biggest obstacle to reading Romanized Japanese – remember to only pronounce the vowels one way and to make the consonant and vowel pairs form syllables.
All the other stuff…
Naturally, it’s not quite that simple there are few other quirks and things to keep in mind.
- The “R” sound. Surprising few people, Japanese speakers have trouble distinguishing between “R” and “L”. Part of that reason is that depending on the word the sound fluctuates between what an English speaker hears as an “R” and “L”. In Japanese, the ra, ri, ru, re, ro row isn’t pronounced like an English “R”. The tongue starts at the top of the palate. I’m not a Spanish speaker, but have read it’s very similar to a Spanish “R”.
- Intonation and stress in Japanese is very different from English. It most certainly DOES exist, but for an English speaker trying to not sound ridiculously wrong in Japanese you are better off pronouncing everything “flat” and give equal weight to all the syllables. You’ll pretty much be wrong 100% of the time, but you will sound much more natural and mostly be understood. Much more so than using English stress.
- The “tsu” sound. This one just doesn’t exist in English. You are probably familiar with the word “tsunami”. It sounds a bit like clicking your tongue and saying the name “Sue”. Touching your tongue to the roof of your mouth is the key here and it is important as that is how you distinguish from the Japanese “su” sound. This distinction can be quite difficult to hear initially.
- The one “consonant” in Japanese ン or ん “N”. It’s a bit of an oddball, but the sound is the same as English. You are probably familiar with it from “hello” or “good day”, こんにちは or koN ni chi wa. Notice how this word doesn’t read or sound the way you are used to hearing it. That “N” attaches to the first syllable and phrase is FOUR syllables long.
- The small “tsu” or ッ. The small “tsu” in romaji is written as doubled consonant. I honestly have no idea how this crazy double consonant convention came to be. It’s used to signify a pause and has no effect on pronunciation. For example, ブック or bukku which can be used for “book”. In this you say “bu” briefly pause and say “ku”.
- I’ve saved the trickiest one for last. You will read doubled vowel sounds in romaji. Like the small “tsu” above this has nothing to with how the vowel sounds, instead it means you prolong the vowel sound. For example, ビル or “biru” means “building”. But ビール or “biiru” means “beer”. To say the word imagine it taking THREE syllables worth of time, but said as only TWO syllables – BII RU with an extension of the first sound.
- Tokyo – English spelling for the capital of Japan
- 東京- kanji for Tokyo and normally what you see in public signs
- But Tokyo can be properly written as とうきょう – in hiragana. Note the う character here. That’s telling you the Tokyo is pronounced “toukyou” (Hepburn) or Tōkyō (Kunrei-shiki). The marks over the “o” here tell you to extend the length of the vowel, but NOT to change the pronunciation. You’ll note here the doubled vowel is two different vowels o and u, but the sound is still “o”.
OK, let’s put our knowledge to work
Surprisingly, Wikipedia has lengthy page on gairaigo and wasei-eigo which mean “foreign words” and “Japanese-English words” respectively. I’ll pull some highlights here that you might find interesting. Naturally there are many, many more than what I’ve highlighted here and on the Wiki page.
For extra credit
I’ve selected an especially “useful” YouTube video for you to practice your newfound Japanese language skills. Like lots of J-Pop it contains actual English choruses to be “trendy” plus the English that has become part everyday usage in Japanese. Both English and Japanese subtitles are available if you click on the CC symbol.
I’d recommend watching it with English subtitles first so you can hear how Japanese people pronounce English. Big issues for Japanese speakers are the “th” sound and the final “t” sound in English. So for example. “thank you” becomes サンキュー or “san kyuu” and “heart” becomes ハート or “haato”.
If your stomach can take it I’d suggest watching it a second time with the Japanese subtitles. In the Japanese subtitles where you see English sentences and characters that’s an intentional insertion of English to be cool. Where you see English written in katakana that’s English that is in everyday use in Japanese language.
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“THE STEVE SMITH SANCTION” – Schiphol
No screaming, no ambulances…is it possible I beat STEVE SMITH here? #$%& that was not fun. The TSA being the TSA, the long flight…I knew I should have skipped United and taken the Koninklijke Luchtvaart Maatschappij N.V. And now into one of the busier airports in the world. Despite the crowds, I had to keep a wary glance out for STEVE SMITH. Hard to hide a giant RAPESQUATCH anywhere, but in a European airport…who knew.
No STEVE SMITH here… Nothing…
Screw it, I am heading into Amsterdam. If STEVE SMITH could hide in a city, it certainly would be that one. The freakshow that is part of that city wouldn’t even blink at him. If any of my soil scratching, Calvinist relatives wandered in, they would simply assume his status as one of the DAMNED and leave off.
Now, where to look… I don’t think the Dutch accept twigs, berries and leaves as currency, so that would mean no Hotel. Wait, a park! That gives me an idea…
TUNE IN NEXT TIME FOR “THE STEVE SMITH SANCTION – Vondelpark or Tante Zaan’s?”
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Tuesday Afternoon Links
“Drunken” is a little false, they weren’t any more drunk than the professional soldiers Happy ‘Murica Day Eve, y’all. I hope you’re proudly carrying our forefathers’ tradition of taking the day off or working as little as possible. My wife is doing clinical rounds in a hospital, so she has to work for her first July 4, like, ever. The boys and I will go to the beach, play with sparklers, eat dirty water hot dogs, and then go out to the field around the corner (which I think is owned by the cemetery but not used yet) to watch fireworks. The four year old is… sensitive, so he doesn’t really like fireworks up close. Anyhow, I am hopeful that during all that excitement I’ll find time to put up a set of links for our foreign friends who won’t be drinking and getting sunburns.
In Old World Football, the Swedes topped the Swiss. Our love to Swiss Servator. We’ll see whether the English can continue to get lucky. The were up 1-0, but gave up a goal with 2 minutes to go. England may give it away.
It appears Ali Watkins will be receiving a mentor, who will teach her how not to sleep with sources and subjects of her columns. Because apparently, “don’t fuck people you quote” is hard to communicate.
I love how $75/bbl and $2.65 at the pump is now a disastrous price. Remember $125 and $3.50?
What a horrible fucking person. Remind me again
how this is worse than shooting up a schoolshooting up a school is worse than this. Editing h/t Bob BobersonGreenpeace idiots introduce foreign contamination into spent fuel pool. 2nd take away, intercepting 1 of 2 drones isn’t quite good enough.
Juggalos are on the forefront of anti-surveillance technology.
I found the Ballad of Florida Man.
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Forty Years Later – Chapter 2
Catch up on the first Chapter: 1
Day 2
As I mentioned, I was still operating on Mountain Time and had to wait for the breakfast from the lobby. I managed to dump coffee all over my shirt so had to rinse it out in the bathroom sink. It didn’t take too long to dry the shirt on the back of my bike. This actually made me smile as I thought of a similar circumstance on the previous trip, washing my clothes in the bathroom sink of the motel.
After topping off the fuel I started one of the most pleasant motorcycle tours I’ve ever taken.
US 89-A used to be the primary road south of Flagstaff toward Phoenix but was bypassed in the late 1970s by Interstate 17. The old road is still the most scenic way to Sedona and the primary route to Prescott and beyond. And one of the bonuses (at least to gypsy motorcyclists) is the ride down Oak Creek Canyon. The canyon rivals Zion National Park for its dramatic colors and spectacular scenery. At the bottom I am sure that I had the same feeling this year as 40 years ago; “I want to do that again!”
I had chosen a non-weekend day for my ride and was rewarded with light traffic. It really didn’t matter as I was in no hurry and was enjoying the ride. A couple of times I let people go around while I rubbernecked.
At the base of the canyon I discovered that a building that had been an important part in the earlier trip was still intact. In 1970 it was a Texaco gas station that had an air hose that I needed to fix my flat tire. Today it is a thriving deli and general store. The original Texaco oval sign now was painted for the new business.The flat tire on the rear caught me by surprise on my return trip. I had the tools to repair the tire and, fortunately, a Texaco station was right there with an air hose.
The problem was that then, as now, I have the mechanical ability of a bonobo. Every time that I would try to mount the repaired tire, I would pinch the tube causing a new leak. It was well past dark and the owner said, “I’ve got to close and I need to shut off my air compressor!” I was still fighting myself and begged him to leave the air hose. I finally convinced him that I would push the air hose thru the hole in the building when I was finished. After multiple attempts I was finally able to get the tire to hold air and headed on to my last night in Flagstaff.
The last time that I had passed through Sedona I had caught it at rush hour and was trapped in traffic. Today I had the road to myself and was able to enjoy the beautiful setting of the city. Riding in through the red bluffs reminded me of our own red rocks at Jemez Pueblo.
The town of Jerome is perched upon the hillside and the road matches the destination as a narrow, two-lane road. It was there that I discovered a fundamental fact about some humans.
I was behind two cars on a road with no passing zones. As I was going nowhere, I put some distance between myself and the car ahead. I was going the exact same speed as the cars in front of me, merely at a distance where I would not have to worry about sudden maneuvers. This drove the guy behind me completely batshit insane. On a short stretch of road ahead he passed me across double yellow so that he could follow the two cars ahead of me the remainder of the way with me still following behind.Lynn and I have stopped at Jerome in the past and toured the tourist spots. This is one of the places that I could retire to. I could totally see myself operating a hamburger stand there. Unfortunately for me, it was 9:30 AM local and no place was open for lunch.
The ride to Jerome is only the beginning of the curves and slopes of 89-A. For a motorcyclist, this was heaven, tight curves and little traffic. I took my time, enjoying the scenery.
A few miles on the other side of Jerome I encountered some minor road construction and I found myself at the end of the traffic behind the pilot car. I was in no hurry and kept back in the pack, looking for a place to take some photos of the highway curves. Finally I came to a spot where I could photograph the road and the valley below from the highway. Because of the traffic control I knew that I had plenty of time so I stopped the bike, leaned it on the kickstand and pulled out the camera.
A few photos later I was ready to move on. After putting the camera away I readied to raise the bike off of the kickstand. And discovered that I was unable to do so.
The place that I had chosen was on a curve and I was on the slope, leaning downward. Probably the deal-breaker was my bag on the back, its extra weight just enough to keep me from getting upright to where I could balance the bike. Regardless how I pushed, I could not get the motorcycle vertical enough to raise the kickstand.This was ridiculous. Although I wasn’t in immediate hazard I knew that it was only a matter of time until the next wave of cars was released by the flagman. I couldn’t get my short legs to push enough off of the pavement below to get the bike into an upright position where I could balance it.
At last I dismounted and held the bike up from the downhill side. I was able to start it and, holding the clutch in with my left hand, engage first gear with my right and walk the bike to the shoulder. There I could mount my motorcycle and continue on the road. It was easy to laugh about it afterward but I was in a bit of a fix for a bit, there!
The city of Prescott is one of the nicest towns in all of Arizona. Set high in the mountains it is surrounded by pine covered hills and miles and miles of open space. As I was thinking how pleasant the town of Prescott was I crossed Pleasant Street! Coincidence?
89 continued with more curves and light traffic.
By this time I was getting very hungry and resolved to stop at the next place that I saw for some lunch. Driving through Yarnell I spotted a restaurant, the only one that I had seen. The criteria that my brother had established (the more cars around a place, the better it is) was appropriate as the parking lot was full and I stopped for a well-deserved break.Walking in I instantly felt a sensation of déjà-vu; I knew that I had been here before.
In 2002 Lynn and I had traveled to our niece’s graduation in California and had done a loop trip that included 89-A. At dinner time we were still a long way away from our hotel in Prescott so we stopped at a roadside diner for dinner. Yep, same place. To top it off, as they advertised being in business since 1948, it is entirely possible (yet totally unremembered) that I stopped at this very place for lunch in 1970.
I still had a few more miles of curves ahead to be enjoyed. The road at one point became so steep that the uphill and downhill lanes were separated. This removed the hazard of uphill traffic and allowed me to enjoy the view without worry of traffic. At one point there was a vista point which showed the industry of the Congress valley below. At last it was warm enough so I took off my leather jacket and stuffed it into my saddlebags. In hindsight it was here that I made a major tactical mistake by not buying and downing serious amounts of water. It was soon going to manifest itself as a potentially life-threatening situation. One of the most enjoyable mornings of riding was going to be followed by one of the most miserable afternoons that I’ve ever had.
The winds had been blowing all day but the trees of the forest had kept most of the pressure off. Now that I arrived at the desert they returned with renewed vigor. The wind that had been a nuisance was now a major force. Passing through Salome on Highway 60 I saw a dust devil that was more of a tornado. I watched its progress so that I would not be caught up in it, awed by its impressiveness as it soared thousands of feet above. Still, the winds! Pounding, unrelentless and sucking the very moisture out of my body. Now that I was out of the mountains I felt that I could open up the bike and cover the remaining miles. I didn’t count on the effect that the heat, dryness and winds would have on me.I carried a water bottle on the inside of my windshield where I could get at it easily. But the constant pressure of the winds plus the traffic, particularly the trucks, meant that I generally felt uncomfortable taking my hands off of the handlebars so I failed to keep drinking fluids. And what happens when one becomes water-deprived? They lose common sense, including the incentive to drink water!
I was lucky to gas up in Congress as it was the last gas for many a mile down the road. I’m not sure that I would have made it from Prescott to the next gas station. The pleasure of the two-lane road was offset by the horrendous winds and the terrific heat. I’ve lived in New Mexico most of my life and am used to 100 degree days but this heat was at least ten to fifteen degrees above that and I was in gale-force winds and staring directly into the setting sun. Things didn’t get any better when I joined the truck traffic on Interstate 10. I was lightheaded trying to find gasoline in Blythe and drove around much of the town in a daze.
I pushed onward. I only had about 100 miles to go and I figured that I could endure whatever was necessary. That endurance proved to be a test of my mortal abilities.
My destination was Indio. I had forgotten how desolate this portion of the desert was. Scores of miles passed by with no sign of civilization. Exits were for roads through the desert and there were no services to be had. I pushed on, dodging the trucks and fighting the unrelenting wind.
The wind also sucked the very moisture out of me and I suddenly felt an intense burning in my right eye. The hot, dry wind irritated it and I could provide temporary relief by closing the eye. After a few minutes my vision in that eye turned totally white and I was blind in that side.
At the time I concluded that I had sunburn on the eye. Although I was wearing UV-protective sunglasses my thoughts were of people who watched arc-welding and the subsequent first-degree sunburn that it caused.
I pulled off at the first exit and splashed water from by water bottle into my eye. The cool water cleared my vision for a few moments but the wind quickly dehydrated it once more.
I had to assess my options, and they were pretty few. There was no other town until Indio, another 50 miles away, where I had a motel reservation. I could sit at the exit until my vision cleared or I could push on one-eyed. Daylight was slowly fading and monocular driving could only be worse at night. I had no choice. I closed my eye and returned to the highway.
I felt pretty pathetic by the time I got to the Motel 6 and had to make a decision to take a downstairs room or a room with wifi. I chose the latter and had to haul my bag upstairs to the room that was diagonally across from the top of the stairs, the farthest room away.
Finally I was able to soak a washcloth to put across my eyes and lay down on the bed in the darkness. After dozing for half an hour or so I discovered, to my relief, that my sight had returned. The nap had restored my energy and I was ready to find some dinner.
As I washed my face I could see the dead skin of second-degree sunburn on my cheeks. Although I had used sun blocker it was obviously not near enough for the intense sun. Fortunately I had picked up some aloe lotion in Flagstaff and applied it liberally to my face.
I was finally ready for dinner.
As a general rule I avoid Mexican food outside of New Mexico but the neighborhood where I was staying looked an awful lot like the South Valley of Albuquerque and if I wanted to eat, it was going to be Mexican.
I discovered, to my joy, that the offerings looked a lot more like home than the usual sour cream and guacamole encrusted glop of most Californian “Mexican food.” I ordered a beer and water. And water. And more water. I guess after a while the waitress figured from my face what was going on and brought me a pitcher.
Not knowing their chili I went with the fajitas. The flavor of the carnitas took me back to the steaks that Dad had cooked years ago. I don’t know what they used that was the same.
On the way back to my room I noticed that the motel next door bore a strong resemblance to the one that I had stayed in on my original trip. The location was about right and the layout was as I had remembered with a separate building in front and a strip of rooms to the right. If it was, indeed, the same place (now named “Economy Inn”) then it was quite a coincidence being right next door to where I was staying!Originally my trip was to have been two days out, a couple of days in Tujunga and then a return home via San Francisco. Quite the trip for a sixteen-year-old on a dirtbike! My plans got changed for me by a sandstorm while crossing the desert and I was forced to make an unscheduled stop in Indio.
I checked into a motel next to the highway. The room cost $8, one tenth of my entire traveling funds. In addition, the TV required a dime for each half hour of viewing. I bought a buck’s worth of dimes from the office and rolled the bike into the room to get it out of the gale.
I was a bit concerned about what that dust was doing to the innards of the bike so, in between washing my clothes in the bathroom sink and feeding dimes into the TV, I tore down and rebuilt the carburetors. When I checked out the next morning I left a good-sized gas/oil stain on the rug.
I really didn’t feel up to visiting with the locals and the remoteness of my room meant that there wasn’t anybody strolling by, anyway. I hit the bed early.
To be continued.
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Tuesday Morning Links
You had Hiroshima. You had Nagasaki. And now you have Rostov-on-Don. Those poor Japanese had it. Then the Belgians got one back, yet the Japanese kept pushing. Then it was tied yet the Japanese kept pushing. Then, with what might have been the finest outlet from a goalkeeper ever, Chadli scored at the death as Japan were pushing for the win themselves and the Belgians were moving on to face Brazil. What a hell of a game. Both teams pressing, nothing dirty. Just an enjoyable game of attacking soccer. Oh, and Brazil beat Mexico in a game that was very much the opposite: flopping, hacking, dirty cheap shots one after another. I hope Belgium thumps Brazil after that shit. And I hope Neymar’s legacy is marginally tarnished for all of his bullshit play-acting antics. There’s no place in a man’s sport for garbage like that.
Serena, Venus and Federer all moved on at Wimbledon on Day 1. Sloane Stephens and Gregor Dimitrov made early exits.
And on the diamonds, the Tigers beat the Blue Jays, the Red Sox beat the Pats, the Braves beat the Yankees, the BIG RED MACHINE topped the White Sox, the Marlins beat the Rays, the Brew Crew topped the Twins, the Indians drilled the Royals, Colorado beat San Francisco, St Louis beat the D-backs, and the Dodgers annihilated the Pirates.
Heed these words French explorer Samuel de Champlain was born on this date. So was Austrian writer Franz Kafka, assclown “attorney” Gloria Allred, selfie-taker Geraldo Rivera, “Baby Doc” Duvalier, tv’s Montel Williams, midget Scientologist Tom Cruise, eye candy Olivia Munn, four-time F1 champ Sebastian Vettel, and hero to those who believe in transparency Julian Assange.
Today is also the day the aforementioned Samuel de Champlain founded the city of Quebec, George Washington took command of the Continental Army, Jesse James pulled off a $45,000 robbery in Iowa, Karl Benz took the first automobile for a spin, Idaho was admitted to the union, the first color tv transmission was made, the Veterans Administration was created, “Double Indemnity” was released, Jim and Gaylord Perry faced each other for the only time in their careers, “Back To The Future” hit theaters, the 2 Live Crew were charged with indecency in Florida, and Steve Yzerman, arguably the greatest captain in Red Wings history, announced his retirement.
Those were better than many recent days. I even got a little love for our Canadian brethren in there. And the Frenchies at that! I hope they’re happy. And with that, I’m on to…the links!
She should be doing this with police guns drawn on her You want to read about some shady, deep-state shit? Well this is some shady, deep-state shit. There’s no way any of this passes the smell test. No way all 40 of these (Democrat) staffs were unaware of what was going on. And no way it wasn’t a coordinated effort to get rid of evidence. DWS and Xaxier Becerra should be in an interrogation room until they give some straight answers. This is totally unacceptable and I, for one, and in no way surprised that the MSM are choosing to keep as much of a lid on it as they possibly can.
I hope Trump is still in the mood to pardon some people. I’d love to see some idiots attack this.
Wait, you mean people in the Central Valley will finally have a voice? The (Russian-backed) bid to split California into three states is gaining traction. Sorry, but its still probably not constitutional as I read the document. But I wish them the best and think more of this should happen when parts of states become so polarized politically, socially and economically.
Multi-billionaire thinks its a good idea to have the government take money away from everybody else and give it away. Hey Dick, why not try it out by stroking checks from your own account to everybody in your hometown for a year or so instead of trying to get people to take money from me instead. Asshole.
OH SHIT!!!!!! Well of course its about San Francisco. What did you expect?
Vermont becomes the first state to legalize recreational pot use through its legislature. I guess they’re not a total shithole after all. They just are if you want to have a gun, speak publicly, keep more of what you earn or be represented by someone that is not a complete progressive assclown.
New Yorkers’ tax dollars hard at work! OK, so here’s a head-scratcher: the city of New York’s Staten Island DA’s office is being sued for back pay…byt the guy who took care of their therapy dog. That’s right, tax cattle. You’re paying handlers of therapy dogs now for use in courthouses. Congratulations.
And let the pants-shitting, anti-Catholic bigotry begin! Trump to start interviewing possible Supreme Court candidates, which means Amy Coney Barrett can expect the progs to try and Bork her. Which will not go over well with feminists, right? RIGHT?!?!
Enjoy your pre-holiday workday, friends!
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CPRM’s [REDACTED] Dessert
Not actual product Ok. I don’t usually make or eat dessert, but this one is a family recipe that I’ll enjoy at least once a year. Most exciting for all of you, I don’t have to redact the name because truth be told I think it’s a made up nonsense name, but supposedly it comes from the old world. We call it Hovavaka. It is a [REDACTED] cake, so we usually make it at least once when the [REDACTED] are ripe in early August. It’s great fresh out of the oven with a scoop of ice cream on top.
STEVE SMITH LIKE CAKE. BY CAKE MEAN… Ingredients:
1 one gallon bucket filled to the brim with fresh picked [REDACTED]
1 stick of [REDACTED]
4 [REDACTED]
1 cup of [REDACTED]
1/2 cup of [REDACTED]
2 cups of [REDACTED]*
Baking Instructions:
Start by washing all the [REDACTED] from the gallon bucket , since they are fresh make sure to get all the dirt and bugs off of them. Now set them aside.
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Put the stick of [REDACTED] in a large cake pan. I don’t know much about baking, so just use your judgement on if the pan is big enough. Place the pan in the oven to let the [REDACTED] melt.
In The Large Yellow Tupperware Bowl; put in your 2 cups of [REDACTED]* , add your 1/2 cup of [REDACTED] and crack your 4 [REDACTED]. Mix until smooth and lump free.
Hello again, friend. Once the [REDACTED] in the cake pan is melted take it out of the oven and dump the 1 gallon bucket of [REDACTED] in. Take the mixture in The Large Yellow Tupperware Bowl and pour that on top of the [REDACTED]. Sprinkle your 1 cup of [REDACTED] over the top, trying to evenly distribute.
Place the pan in the oven at 350 degrees for 1 hour or until golden brown. You can use the toothpick test to make sure.
There you have it, an entire [REDACTED] meal.
*Pursuant a FOIA request I must tell you that the final ingredient is Bisquick, if you tried to just use flower instead the result would be inedible and has been deemed cruel and unusual.
