listen...
I'm seriously wigging out these days. I'm living in some hazy nether world of rationalization and denial, and it's taking a toll. I'm taking yet another break. I need to do something different. Anything. The Martinis and the funny little pink pills aren't doing it anymore...

Here's some music to listen to till I get back.

oh, don't bother listening unless you can add some reverb... really, I mean it. None of this music will sound right if it sounds like you're listening to it in your bathroom.. trust me. listening to it in the dark is even better.

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It's March 29, 2009...
and the topic of conversation at the dinner table tonight between my wife and I was whether or not we'd be willing to lay down our lives to defend the Republic... of course, we all know the answer to that, but I have to ask.. how did it come to this?

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Scared yet..?
If not, you should be...

"We're not looking for a fight. That will come later, when we have an army"



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I only manage to sleep at night...
because I know these men and women are on our side...
I'm sure there are many, many more who, and with great reason, are afraid to speak out right now, but when the time comes, will defend the Constitution of the Republic, standing side by side with their fellow citizens. Bless 'em.

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The Nazis are coming...
The Kenyan wetback c**ksucker in the White House will soon have is "Obama Youth Corps", which is another name for his private army. The GIVE act is on the verge of being signed into law...
Not only will this arm ACORN with 5.7 billion of your dollars to create an army of Obamorons, uniforms and all, there is also a provision in the bill that will make it illegal to PUBLICLY PROTEST LEGISLATION. This means that if you assemble on the steps of your local government's building to protest a law that they are trying to enact or pass legislation that is not in the best interest of the people at large, you can be arrested and prosecuted.
If you do not now have any weapons to defend yourself and your property, I suggest you get off your ass and arm yourself and make the decision to defend your home and family, before some uniformed apes come and try to take your home from you and give it to some welfare sucking, drug addled brother or sister. Don't think it will happen? Then too bad for you when it does.
Wake up, America. You think the Civil War was a bloody mess? We haven't seen anything yet, I'm sure. If this law passes, it means the end of freedom in this country, the end of the right to peacefully assemble, the end to being able to claim that what you have worked your life for belongs to you, the end of America. I suggest you get on the blower to your so-called Representative and let them know what you think of this step toward pure Totalitarianism.


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Well, I survived the week of bullshit...
My co-workers that did not fare as well as I seem to be handling it better than I am. I don't like the "survivor syndrome" thing, I've lived through that too many times already and, having an excessively large guilt bone, it was in high gear all week. I'm surprised I wasn't purring.
I still have no clear idea what I'm going to be doing once ensconced in my office at the client's place. This should be an adventure grande... fuck me...
I was so wigged out last night when I got home I drank three stouts and consumed half a bag of salt and vinegar potato chips for dinner and they burned the shit out of my tongue. That will teach me, right? Ha, I think not... Tonight I dined on some Sam Adams Creme Stout and some Percocet and I ate some left over macaroni and cheese and I'm thinking that the few lone stouts hiding in the icebox need not stay there long. I'm beginning to be a fan of this barbituates and beer thing. It puts a nice dull edge on and it helps. Good thing I'm not the addictive type. Seriously. Never have been, never will be. I almost wish I was the addictive type, I think I'd make a good lush. Not an alcoholic, just your garden variety lush. Perhaps yet, time will tell.
So, here I sit with a dark glow on and a keyboard and some music playing in the background and I wish I had something interesting to say. But I don't. So, forgive me if I ramble about hoping to stumble over something interesting. I do find that I type much faster and with fewer errors in this fuzzy state. Go figure.
I just went outside to have a cigarette and took a walk over the bridge that spans the brook and stood listening to the spring peepers, they're singing up a storm in the woods tonight. You know, in all my life I've never actually seen one. There's so many out there that their chorus is almost maddening, but they hide well. One of these days, maybe. I heard a Great Horned Owl the other night. The place used to be thick with them when we first moved here 1980, one used to sit in one of the huge black spruce trees in the front of the house and hoot all night. Had one swoop though the yard one night when I was sitting out looking at the stars, it went right over my head. It was huge. Very pretty birds, are they. Alas, they've all but gone, their hunting grounds are now tract homes and mini-mansions, I guess the one I heard was just passing through. Still have lots of bats, though. Little Brown Bats. They're a treat to watch in the summer twilight, flitting around eating bugs and zooming in between the trees. When we had our swimming pool, my youngest daughter and I were cooling off one hot night, standing on opposite sides of the pool, just enjoying the night and chatting, when a bat flew down over my head, skimmed the surface of the water for a drink and zoomed up over her head. It happened so fast we didn't even have time to react, except to laugh our asses of when we realized what we just experienced. Those are the grand moments in life, the unexpected surprises, the odd little things that never enter your mind until the happen. Like the time I was out raking leaves one Saturday afternoon, oblivious to the world around me, just enjoying being outside doing something on a beautiful Autumn day, when I stopped raking, turned around and a young buck whitetail deer was standing there, not ten feet away from me, watching me at my task. I was so surprised that I didn't even blink. We stood there, looking at each other for at least thirty seconds, then he snorted, shook his head and turned around and casually walked back into the woods. I saw him once again, a week or so later, pawing around in the dying grasses in the woods just over the brook. I yelled "Hi" to him and he looked up, stared at me and went back to his rooting around, like I wasn't even there. Maybe it's been he and his harem that come back every winter to chew the crap out of my shrubs every night. It pisses me off, but, since most of their feeding grounds are gone, I can't help but feel sorry for them and as long as they don't eat anything too rare or important, I can't really chase them away. They're curious, too. More than once I've seen their tracks in the snow, coming right up our back sidewalk and they've been standing right at our back door, probably having a look inside, wondering just what goes on in this grim old pile. I think I really need to move further out into the wilderness to spend the end years of my life, I've grown tired of the sprawl of suburbia and the nonsense that goes along with it. I would really, really like to spend the end of my life in the deep alone. I've spent so many years working and doing those things necessary to help raise a family and keep a roof over our heads that I've neglected the things that I need for me, to a great extent. I'm a very solitary person. I don't mind being alone, I rather fancy it, actually. Maybe one of these days. I would be very happy to spend my days in a place quiet, save for the sound of the birds and the wind in the trees and my nights in a place dark, lit by the spare light of the moon or the stars. I would enjoy the occasional company of others, but when by myself, I prefer to be just a small part of the world around me. I don't need the distractions of modern life. I could very get along without a TV and most definitely get along without the intertubes. Might have a need for a radio though, I do like my music, but that's all. And, if couldn't have that, I'd settle for the music of the world around me. Ah, well, I can hope and dream, can't I?
I'm going out for another smoke, be back in a bit...
Rain is coming. Looks like another weekend trapped inside, no work in the gardens again. I think I'll spend some time in Dame Recliner, with coffee and book.
Well, I've rambled on here a bit, haven't I. Sorry for gnawing on your ear like that. The Land of Nod calls.
Fair 'eve, my fellow wanderers...


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Song for a Wednesday night...

Something melancholy... "Dream Of The Hollow Fishes" by Deathwatch Beetle Repairman from the almost impossible to find CD, "Hollow Fishes". I got lucky...
Enjoy

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I would enjoy...
having them as neighbors...



I'm sure we would get along famously...

from the wonderful talent of Elene Usdin...

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Pants pissin' time here, friends...



Looks like Teh One® ain't so popular with The Fighting Irish these days... boo, hoo...

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I Hate...
please feel free to expound in comments...

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Teh One®...
is already having streets named after him...



via Engrish Funny...


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Oh, dat cwazy Bawney Fwank...
what a cwown...




I guess playing the race card has gotten old, I mean, just about everyone with a semi-functioning brain stem knows that the only ones who play it are the Democrats and the radical blacks... so now it's time to pull out the sex card... specifically the joker, I guess... So now if you don't agree with the whole gay marriage thing, now you're a homophobe... even if you're a Supreme Court Justice...
Personally, I could give a rolling crap, I'm all for people being happy and if being able to make sure your partner of choice is covered by health care or life insurance or what ever, fine. Just don't cram it down my throat, so to speak. But to pull that one out just shows what a flaming moron ol' Barney is... (boy, was that paragraph full of innuendo....)
The Dimbulbcrats really make me piss my pants at times... you can never have an opinion that differs with theirs, only to be called some ridiculous name... reminds me of grammar school recess.


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It's Emeril LaGothy..!


My Sunday started with a beer and percocet hangover, so much for Saturday night. I went grocery shopping, came home, put the stuff away, made some coffee and turned on the TV, which automatically tunes to our local CBS channel 2, out of New York. I was confronted by that smegma sniffer, Barney Fwank, extolling the virtues of King Uppity and his sham horror at the AIG bonus situation and blaming the whole financial crisis on W. I hope the next time he takes it up the ass from his boyfriend, he ruptures a roid...
Anyway, I did nothing of any worth today, other than watching college basketball and then NASCAR, then made some dinner... It has no name, I made it up as I went along, it's sort of an Amish version of Bubble and Squeak...

1 Medium head of green cabbage
1 Medium yellow onion
1/4 Pound of bacon
2 Granny Smith apples
4 Large red potatoes
1/2 Cup dry white wine
Caraway seeds
Salt
Pepper
Butter
Bread crumbs

I washed and cubed the potatoes, skin on and set them to boil in a large pot. While they were starting, I cubed the bacon and sauteed it over a low heat. I thinly sliced the onion and added it to the pan just as the bacon started to clear.
I sliced the cabbage into thin sections, as if I were making slaw or sauerkraut, cored and peeled the apples. When the onion just started to brown, I added the wine, cabbage, apple to the pan, with about a teaspoon of the caraway seeds and some salt and freshly ground pepper, put a lid on it and let it steam away over a medium heat.
When the spuds were ready, I drained and coarsly mashed them with some butter, salt and pepper and let them sit, covered until the cabbage mixture was well cooked and the cabbage was just soft.
I poured the cabbage mix into a 2 1/2 quart casserole, spread the mashed potatoes on top, added a few pats of butter and some bread crumbs, then threw it under the broiler for about five minutes until it was bubbly and brown.




Served with pumpernickel bread, slathered with butter and some nut brown ale.
Damned good.



I'm taking Monday off. I need some serious alone thought time. I think I'll build a new lumber rack in the little barn and think about what I want to do with the rest of my life, I mean, actually what I want to do, not what someone seven hundred miles away wants me to do. We shall see...


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busy hands...
help keep my mind off the bullshit of the past few days. I spent the morning running errands, then cleaned out the little barn for the thirty-fifth time in the past two years... the back of the pickup is full of all the debris from the living room remodel, some other crap lumber that I've been saving for twenty years and some other junk that's been in the way for as long. I probably have another half load to get rid of in the dumpster outside our office building before it's shut down next month. Might as well get something out of this deal.
I think tomorrow I'm going to dig out a flower and shrub bed across the back side of the old foundation that used to hold up the big barn and transplant my horribly overgrown day lilies there and maybe throw in some Rudbeckia, probably Goldstrum, and some Purple Cone Flowers so I have some color all year and it will help break up the view from the front of the property into the woods in the back. I've also been thinking of putting a split rail fence along the front side of the brook that cuts across the property and adding some more perennials in front of it and maybe some zebra grass or something like that for interest. I guess I'll put a little gate where the bridge is and a few solar lantern hanging on the posts, just for looks.
My property is a wreck. For such a mild winter, it sure took a hit from all the wind. I have deadfall all over the place in the woods, including an old, spindly maple that came down and enough branches and limbs to feed the fire pit all summer.
I've also been thinking where to put the new raised vegetable beds to grow crops for canning. The best place is right outside the kitchen door, but that's where we usually hang out and grill and drink, so I might have to reconsider that or incorporate the beds into the landscaping somehow. Or not. Substance before sauce, in my opinion...
I still have four trees to take down and two that will need the services of a professional, they're too close to the house and too tall for me to screw around with, I don't think my homeowner's insurance covers gross stupidity.
Well, I think I'm going to go back outside and putter around some more, it's a beautiful day here in Jersey, high fifties, clear and a little breezy. It's starting to feel like Spring, finally.
I'll probably be back later, it's Saturday and I'll probably end up getting ossified as I run out of things to do and recent events start to overtake me again. I always blog better when I'm in my cups, anyway.
Later.

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absolutly goddamn right...



I think I'm ready to get out of the boat...

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four sheets to the wind...
yep, I am. Suck ass day. Escaped being a victim of my office being closed by the skin of my teeth, if only temporarily... one day at a time, I guess. Thanks, Democrats. You've helped destroy the lives of at least ten good people today. Fuck you. Fuck you and your Kenyan wetback squatter in the White House. Double fuck him... and his fucking butt ugly wife.
In other news, well, there is no other news. My left nut hurts, if that counts as news. Probably from stress, I hope. My poison ivy is almost gone. I'm taking a three day weekend. I don't have AIDS or a brain tumor. It's the little things in life...
I'm going to bed.


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Something beautiful
for a horrible Wednesday...



I do so miss him... From 1980, in his prime.

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feh...
that's all I have to say... I'm sick of it all.

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I sent in mine...
Remember, Monday is "F**K Obama Day over at Gotta Get Drunk First... be sure to send your salute to His Most High Exalted Ruler, The Adolescent Who Would Be King, Savior Of The Universe, Harvester of Unicorn Farts and Alleged President Of The United States (may Bast help us all), King Uppity The First...
Here's mine...



Have a wonderful Monday, Barry...



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blah...
I am lazy this weekend. No garden work, no house remodeling, no nothing. Two new posts over in Tilling By Moonlight, but that's it. Maybe something tomorrow. I have a serious case of the blahs...

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I need some metal...
I so wish it was Friday, but this will have to hold me over...
Vintage Maiden...

Iron Maiden - Run To The Hills
Uploaded by gryssou

I'm part Blackfeet, by the way... just sayin'. Oh, and Bruce has is all over Rob from Priest.

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f**k john corzine...
for my Jersey peeps...



Take. Use. Enjoy...

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nom, nom, nom...
Mrs. SOG outdid herself tonight for dinner... grilled chicken and saffron rice over carrot souffle... she wouldn't let me help with dinner, but while she was cooking we did have an in depth discussion about the shotgun she fancies, the Mossberg SA-20 Autoloader. She thinks she'd like a .410 as a home defense weapon that she could swing about with ease. I think giving her a scatter gun would be an unfair advantage, though. She's more of the pistol type. She once shot out the bottom of a beer bottle, by placing a .375 ball from my Colt New Model Navy through the neck of the bottle... at about twenty yards. Dead eye...
Just sayin', but if I'm going to invest in a newer home defense weapon, I sort of fancy this...

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2.0




right..?

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F**k Obama Day...
is every Monday over at Gotta Get Drunk First. Go visit and be sure to send in your FOD picture for next Monday. Spread the word! If we're going to suffer, might as well have a little fun!

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My new favorite band
I'm embarrassed to say, I let Innocence Mission slip under my musical radar for fourteen years, however, better late than never. Enjoy...

The Innocence Mission - Bright As Yellow
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Attention back yard gardeners...
This is for real. The scope of it is so broad that it could actually criminalize back yard food gardeners... While chances are this will be pruned and weeded before it gets anywhere, it's a damned good example of just what the mentality is of the ruling class in DC toward the citizens they are supposed to represent. If this actually goes anywhere, instead of a tea party, we should have a manure, rotten tomatoes and pitchforks party. The scum suckers in Congress need to go, now.
h/t to ShortBusGus!

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Wikipedia now in bed with King Uppity...
Free speech? What free speech? Not even hard, documented facts are being tolerated by Wikipedia, if they even hint at negativity toward The Adolescent Who Would Be King®... Scumbags. And don't say "oh, well, it's only Wikipedia...", because this is how it starts. The left is a rampant cancer that is eating this country alive...
Revolution 2.0. Be ready. It cometh...





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to those who follow...
I'm sorry to those of you that had added me to your "follow" widget thingy on your blogs, that I can't respond in kind, as I don't want to change over to Blogger's XML, drag and drop thing. I'm a dyed in the wool HTML type. I know you're out there and I will be adding you to my links, if you're not in there already. And thanks. I appreciate you readership, really.

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Grocery shopping roulette...
this grocery shopping this I do every Sunday morning has started to give me a case of the ass, as Jimbo is wont to say. The prices on everything have been fluctuating without reason or limit lately and it's hit or miss if you're going to find what you need at the price you paid last week, or double that price, or half, depending on the whim of the grocery wholesalers, I suppose, or at least the store chain management. The trend seems to be that convenience foods, like canned soups, pasta sauces, frozen dinners and the like, which I usually never buy, seem to be off the chart. The store brand of frozen pizza, a box of five rectangular pieces, has gone from $3.49 to $5.99 in two weeks. However, in the freezer across the aisle, the store brand frozen french fries and onion rings, which are usually $2.99 a bag, were on sale for $.99 a bag, with a limit of two per customer. Of course, being a frozen french fry hound, I jumped right on that. Canned soups, except for Campbell's condensed, are all hovering around $3.00 a can, but the ingredients to make your own are being thrown at you when you walk in the door. I got a five pound bag of organic carrots this morning for a buck. I'm going to slice them into rounds, blanch them and freeze them for later use. $1.39 for a five pound bag of red potatoes. Yellow and green squash, $.49 a pound. Yellow onions, $.89 a pound. Cubanelle peppers, the size of a shoe, $.99 a pound. Broccoli, $.99 a pound. It goes on and on. I stocked up on what I could process and freeze since, next week, it will probably be give-away day on canned crap and fresh vegetables and fruit will be through the roof. I'm really not getting it. I'm not real big on using paper towels, but I got a 12 pack of Bounty Basics for $3.99, I mean that's hard to pass up. They'll last me for six months. Next aisle over, the laundry detergent I usually pay about $3.00 for is now up to $6.99. For a total of $4.00, I got a box of Borax and a box of Ivory Soap flakes, which will probably do a better job. I also picked up a box of left over Chanukah candles, 100 for a buck. They'll come in hand one of these days, I'm sure. (Don't mean to be sacrilegious, but they do...) I need to invest in one of those plastic bag vacuum sealer things and a small chest freezer for my utility room so I can start stocking up. I have two cases of Ball canning jars standing by, too. I think this summer I'm going to concentrate on growing tomatoes, lima beans and such things that can be easily processed and canned.
Well, I'm kicking back for a few hours, then we're going out to dinner tonight with my wife's family for her father's birthday.
Be well.

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feh...
so, now The Most Exalted Ruler Head Muckity-muck Financial Wizard Leader Of The Free Universe and Protector Of Unicorns, King Uppity, wants to chat it up with "moderate" elements of the Taliban...
What defines "moderate" where the Taliban is concerned, hmmmm? Perhaps they're the faction of the Taliban that yells "fire", just as a head's up, before they torch a school full of young girls? Or perhaps they use really, really sharp knives and swords when beheading barbers, you know, so it doesn't hurt all that much, or use softer sticks when beating women who don't wear exactly the right kind of clothes, or maybe it's the group who would only massacre a cricket team if they lost, not because of where they're from...
Right. What next? Implementation of Shari'a law in the US, maybe just here and there, you know, just a little, so they know we're on the level and want to make friends and be all kissy-kissy...

After King Uppity throws Afghanistan under the bus, who's next? I'm sure Israel is right up there on his hit list. Dumb fucker. Has no clue, does he?


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Don't forget...
to push your clock one hour ahead tonight... I wish I could turn mine back about forty years, but, oh well...

Here's some tunes to help you through this short night... tick, tock...
(number 14 is for Dogette...)

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First post of the year...
in my gardening blog, Tilling By Moonlight. Click on the picture of the Moonflower in the sidebar to go there and see what's going on.

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Secretary of State, huh..?
brings ugly American to a whole new level...
If this the best we have to go forth and represent us in the world, I'd say it's pretty sad.
You know, is spite of what the left and their puppet media says, the United States of America is a nation that is still looked up to and still looked to by other nations of the world, especially in time of distress or need. King Uppity, Thunder Thighs Clinton and the rest of the commies squatting in DC these days are doing their very best to destroy this reputation. They don't want the United States to be the world leader in peace or commerce or anything else. They want the United States to follow the failed plan of Europe. They want to punish the United States for succeeding and to mortgage it away to other countries to pay for their social programs and pork belly handouts. They want to see America dominated. Why?
They've gained by what American is and now that they are in power, they seek to destroy the very country that gave them what they have. They are a rot from within and need to be excised by every legal method that can be brought to bear.
Revolution 2.0 might not be as noisy as version 1.0, but you can bet your ass it will be twice as nasty, and when it's over no one, no one will ever fuck with America again...

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Barney Frank...
rump wrangler at large, wants to prosecute those who caused the hoax of a financial crisis... what a fucking joke. Looked in the mirror lately, Sylvester?

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wishy-washy...
I switched the body text font back to Courier. I really like the typewriter look. Courier is very open and clean and has a slight serif, which actually makes for easier reading then a sans-serif face. As a matter of fact, two faces, Bodoni and Bookman have consistently been judged as the easiest to read fonts for years. My preference is Bookman, it has a slight antique look about it and the carefully crafted serifs make combined consonants flow a bit more and the serif wrap on certain vowels, when carefully kerned, is something to behold. Yeah, I'm a font geek. Goes back to my teen years when I first started learning the printing trade. I worked on weekends for a stationary stationery shop, which was quite stationary, imprinting funeral cards, wedding invitations, raffle tickets and the like on an old, foot-pedal powered Chandler and Price letterpress and hand set all the type out of a California job case. Might be a skill that could come in handy in the coming post-obamalyptic world...

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Very interesting...
I have a program installed on my PC that lets me see hidden URLs of visitors to this blog. I have been getting pinged by the US Treasury Department of late. Can't imagine what they find so fascinating here, other than my endless love the the Kenyan wetback squatter in the White House, although I thought all the ATF guys were transferred to the Department of Homeland Security... Maybe they're going to raid Stately Sad Old Goth Manor and shut down my home brewing operation, or they heard that I'm planning on trying to grow my own tobacco one of these days. Maybe they're worried because I have a mortgage I can afford, some investments that didn't tank when the Democrats engineered this hoax of a financial crisis or perhaps they're suspicious because I pay my fair share of income taxes. On time, too. That must be it. I can't be trusted because I pay my taxes. I guess it's a damned given that King Uppity will never ask me to be part of his merry pirate band now, I mean I actually pay my taxes. Or maybe it's some hot goth chick secretary who pops by on her lunch hour... yeah, I like that much better...

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Bwahahaha..!
My blog has now been certified as 41% Evil... check it out in the sidebar... if you dare.

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I like the gray...
Does this look any better? How about if I made the right side picture a bit narrower and widened the posting area?

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