Saturday Ramblings

Saturday Sara and I decided to visit Love Valley, North Carolina. Love Valley was created by Andy Barker in 1954; he wanted a Christian community in his native state that looked like a cowboy town from the Old West.

The Wikipedia entry notes that the community is "100% white." Sara and I can vouch for that; we didn't see anyone in Love Valley who wasn't extremely white. To emphasize their whiteness, many of them wore the Confederate Battle Flag either as a clothing device or an accessory; we saw a Confederate Flag horse blanket on one horse, and even saw one bearded rider in a Civil War Confederate Kepi cap. They were very white. Very polite and gracious, too.

There were lots of riders there, apparently the place is a favorite weekend destination for horse owners.

Here's a few pics I took:













We decided to refrain from "dinning" (sic) at the "resturant" (sic) on the principle of if they're sloppy with their spelling, they're sloppy with the food. I'm sure we probably missed a great meal. There was a chili cook-off going on in part of the complex, with vendors and all-you-can-eat chili, but we decided to pass that one by, too, on the principle of lots of very white people and lots of very strong chili don't rightly mix.

There were lots of horses in town, and the resulting excreta had Sara exclaiming every few feet, "Ohmygod, this horse poop stinks. Don't step in it. Ohmygod, this horse poop stinks. Don't get it on you. Ohmygod, this horse poop stinks." I think that it was the horse excreta more than anything else that drove us out of town after only a half hour of investigation.

Love Valley. A fun place if you like horses. And if you're white.

Arrival

Monster Hunter Vendetta, by Larry Correia.



Signed by the author, bay-aby!

Treasure Blog: Lost Vivaldi Concerto

Found in Scotland, it belonged to a Scottish noble who died at the Battle of Culloden in 1746, fighting for the English.

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Game Show Idea

Call it Redneck vs. College Professor, and make it a simple knowledge test, similar to Jeopardy. Categories would include the usual ones, but also such subjects as breeds of hogs, tractor parts, growing season, fertilizer types, fishing lures, rifle calibers, etc. So not only would the redneck have to answer questions about opera and broadway, but the college professor would have to know the difference between a shoat and a sow.

I think that you could have a lot of fun with such a concept.

Unfortunate Headline Juxtaposition of the Day

"Police Dispute Rating For Violent Crime."

"Human Skull Found Near Uptown Charlotte."

And both stories are talking about the same area of uptown Charlotte, where a recent survey found that particular neighborhood among the worst 25 in the US for violent crime.

Can We Hire Him For The Charlotte Police Department?

A North Dakota man was arrested for castrating a woman's dog without permission.

The Stutsman County sheriff's office said the purebred poodle was found at Gienger's home, along with scalpels and syringes.

Authorities said Gienger didn't have the owner's permission to castrate the dog.

Gienger told The Associated Press that the dog was running wild in the neighborhood and causing a nuisance.

I know a few neighborhoods here in the Queen City that could use Mr. Gienger's services. And not just on the four-legged critters, either.

Heh.

Instapundit mentioned me.

No linky love, though. He hasn't linked me since I wrote this post back in 2009.

*laughs*

update: link fixed. Thanks to Wally for pointing it out.

With Liberty and Justice For All...

...except in Chancery Court Judge Littlejohn's courtroom, where failure to recite the Pledge of Allegiance can find you jailed for contempt.

And yah, it didn't happen in San Francisco, as you might expect, but in good ol' Mississippi.

It'd be interesting to know if Judge Littlejohn was an elected or appointed judge. I'm guessing elected. In any event he has no understanding of the First Amendment.

Quasimodo, Driven Deaf By...

...the bags.

Those noisy Sun Chips bags. Have you heard them? Just grabbing one off the shelf can make you shudder and whimper a bit.

Pull Up Yo' Pants...

...Or I'll shoot yo' ass.

And he did.

Headline of the Day

"Disoriented 'superhero' arrested in Wash. state."

Just call him Stuporman.

Sometimes They Come Back*

Rachel Lucas is re-activating her blog.

This is a Good Thing. If you read Rachel's blog in the past, you know this. If you haven't, you really should.

*Bonus points given for the commenter who identifies my inspiration for the blog post title.

"So We Were Just Glad We Didn't Choose The Patio"

What with there being a corpse lying in the creek just a few feet away, you know.

That's about a mile from where I work.

Treasure Blog: Pink Diamond

Almost 25 carats, set into a ring, antique cut.

Could bring up to 38 million dollars.

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Treasue Blog: Statue of Amenhotep III, Egypt

Under the sand near Luxor.

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"Look On My Works, Ye Mighty, And Despair!"

Friends In Life, Friends In Death

Travis Manion and Brendan Looney were roomates at the US Naval Academy in Annapolis, Maryland.

Manion became a Marine and died in Iraq in 2007. Looney, motivated by Manion's death, became a SEAL and died in Afghanistan. Now they're to be buried side-by-side in Arlington National Cemetery.

Everybody Hates the Joos*

Rick Sanchez of CNN certainly does.

Make that formerly of CNN. Evidently the Joos heard the recording of Sanchez' radio rant and fired his dumb ass in a tersely-worded statement:

"Rick Sanchez is no longer with the company. We thank Rick for his years of service and we wish him well."

Of course, hating on the Joos doesn't have to be the end of Sanchez' broadcast career, he can always get a job at Al-Jazeera. Or the BBC, for that matter.

Sanchez was a dumb scoundrel, too, once asking a scientist who expressed a measurement using the Metric system "how much is that in English?" and musing on-air about the Iceland volcanic eruption from earlier this year, apparently thinking that volcanoes are a warm-weather phenomenon only.





*I came up with the blog post title thinking of this old Motown song:

The Weed In My Crack Is Mine...

...but the crack in my crack ain't.

A man who knows the contents of his buttcrack.

Ladies! Worried About Chemical Warfare Attacks?

We knew that you would be, so we've invented the gas mask bra.

No, I'm not joking.

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Think about it, ladies: no more worrying when Hubby has eaten too many brussels sprouts or baked beans. If you're in the New York subway and Al Qaeda executes a chemical attack, presto! Whip off the bra and live while those around you die! Presumably you can save one of your children, because the bra has two cups, or if you're one of the unfortunate polycephalics in this country, your second head will also be protected!

Get yours now!

Gallery: Coastal Flooding

After the storm at Wilmington and the Cape Fear area beaches.

A nice gallery of photographs. Looks like Wilmington's Riverfest will be a damp one this year, if it hasn't been cancelled.