Do I Miss My TeeVee?

Fired the television earlier this year; shoulda been done long ago.  And no, I do not miss it one bit.  Look at the reading stack I've gone through for the year:

That's all 21 of John D. MacDonald's Travis McGee series, Samuel Findlay's Breakfast With the Dirt Cult, Forrest Carter's The Education of Little Tree, Watch For Me on the Mountain, Gone to Texas, and The Vengeance Trail of Josey Wales, and Robert Gore's The Golden Pinnacle (which I am currently through to chapter 18).  I actually read two of the Travis McGee books twice, also: The Lonely Silver Rain (because I ordered it first, by itself, from Amazon, who inverted the chronology thanks a lot) and Darker Than Amber which was made into a movie in 1970 starring Rod Taylor.

My favorite JDM book was probably The Green Ripper.  There's a chapter in (I think) A Deadly Shade of Gold that Mr. Findlay should read.

My favorite of the whole stack has to be the Josey Wales twofer from Carter.  As great as the movie was (and it's the one movie that every American man should have seen at least a hundred times), these two books are even better.  Where the supporting characters in the movie are a bit one-dimensional, the book gives them much more depth.  Which is as it should be.

Every teenage boy should read The Education of Little Tree.

My Enemies Foreign & Domestic business card has weathered the whole stack as a bookmark, and is still going strong for next year's list.  Which should probably include many more items from John D. MacDonald (the greatest American author you don't yet know).  High on that list will be The Executioners which was twice made into the movie Cape Fear.  Speaking of Travis McGee movies, Christian Bale stubbed his toe before making The Deep Blue Good-By and that project is shelved (again).  I don't think he'd make a good Travis McGee, anyway.

Not pictured (because it's in the Kindle reader) is Francis Poretto's Which Art In Hope and the PDF version of Gary North's Conspiracy In Philadelphia.

Top that, boob-tube suckas.

Seceding, Still

To David Burge, Stephen Hayes, Nikki Haley, NRO, and every other spineless, knee-jerking apologist bent on "doing something" in the wake of another cluster-murder...

I do not think it means what you think it means.

It does not represent a government, or even systemic hatred.  But, a withdrawal of consent.

We tried it (secession) once in a top-down application, and it stirred up too much foofrau.  We're doing it again, one sovereign individual at a time.  Try to respect that, you boneheads.

Water, Food, Shelter. And Maybe, Safe Distance.

Via Bracken's tweetage, a compilation...



Share abundantly.  Read those shorts, at least: EFAD.

ChewMahneeTuTonkaOwwahChee!*

I suspect that Skankles Clinton's announcement of intended candidacy may just be a smokescreen for the DNC, and that they intend to suckerpunch the Clintonistas with "I'm 1/12 Cherokee" Elizabeth Warren, maybe sometime after all the Rebublicrats have announced.

If so, how about a name-that-indian exercise for Warren's version of stolen valor?

My contribution is: Suckles With Wolves

Yours?

*I'm sorry for bastardizing Sioux(?) movie language just to make a point.

Gay Cops Traffic Wedding Sobriety Cake Stops

Videos, bitches.

Religious freedom:



And actually, according to the State, it's now a "privilege" to keep all of your own blood.  By driving on the State's roads (not to be confused with the roads that you paid for and built yourself), you implicitly give them consent to draw off whatever they deem necessary...

Thanks, Coach

 

Fitting tribute.  Adam Lucas has the write up.  Gave me the leaky eyeball, just reading about it..

 

Four.

Hey Muzzies

Having withdrawn my consent, the public footprint here at the ST&L had to necessarily endarken.  Sorry to anyone who misses my occasional contributions to the blogosphere.

A rash of spam in my inbox precipitated the new word verification business.  So it goes.