...you know there's going to be an ugly scene at the Dollar General (imagine that*).
MOUNTAIN CITY, TN (WBIR) - A Tennessee police officer has been fired after displaying heavy force in an attempt to rid a Dollar General Store of a squirrel. The incident occurred last Thursday in Mountain City, when according to police documents, now-former Officer Jody Putnam found himself at the right place at the right time. Or the wrong place at the wrong time. Documents state that Putnam happened to be inside the Dollar General Store at the same time employees noticed a squirrel. That's when Putnam sprang into action, discharging his firearm at the squirrel inside the store. Unsuccessful, he moved on to option 2: pepper spray.
It weren't pretty, friends and neighbors.
Squirrels. *laughs*
*private joke.
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Monday, October 21, 2013
Shipwreck Blog: 130 Years of Shipwreck Photography
The collection of photographs of shipwrecks taken by the Gibson family of the Scilly Islands of UK; the collection is up for auction and expected to sell at between 100 and 150 thousand pounds.
Sample pic:
Click the link to see more of these striking photographs.
Sample pic:
Click the link to see more of these striking photographs.
Sunday, October 20, 2013
They Have the Right To Peaceably Assemble...*
...but not the inclination, and one would be tempted to say not the ability, either:
A young man was killed in a brawl involving about 250 people at a New Jersey bowling alley, police said.
Police responded to reports of fighting at the Stelton Lanes in Piscataway, in central New Jersey, at about 1:30 a.m. Saturday, The Star-Ledger of Newark reported. The officers found hundreds of people "involved in a series of fistfights in the parking lot and inside the bowling alley," a police statement said.
Jamount Atkins, 23, of Newark was pronounced dead at a New Brunswick hospital.
Police said most of those involved in the brawl left quickly once officers were on the scene. Officers from neighboring Edison were called in for backup.
*I got the post title from this famous bit by Ron White:
A young man was killed in a brawl involving about 250 people at a New Jersey bowling alley, police said.
Police responded to reports of fighting at the Stelton Lanes in Piscataway, in central New Jersey, at about 1:30 a.m. Saturday, The Star-Ledger of Newark reported. The officers found hundreds of people "involved in a series of fistfights in the parking lot and inside the bowling alley," a police statement said.
Jamount Atkins, 23, of Newark was pronounced dead at a New Brunswick hospital.
Police said most of those involved in the brawl left quickly once officers were on the scene. Officers from neighboring Edison were called in for backup.
*I got the post title from this famous bit by Ron White:
Saturday, October 19, 2013
They Aren't Babies, They Aren't Fetuses...
...they're just targets in sick game.
Is this the most sickening image of the war in Syria so far? Snipers 'target unborn children in chilling competition to win cigarettes.'
Pic:
Jesus wept.
h/t Gateway Pundit.
Is this the most sickening image of the war in Syria so far? Snipers 'target unborn children in chilling competition to win cigarettes.'
Pic:
Jesus wept.
h/t Gateway Pundit.
Deer Populations In NC Rebound So Much...
...that many suburban towns are turning to additional bow and arrow-only seasons to handle the localized overpopulation problems.
This is less a reflection of successful conservation techniques than it is a reflection of urbanized populations. 100 years ago the number of people living in rural areas was proportionally higher than it is today, and hunting has always been a rural pastime. Percentage-wise there are far fewer hunters in the USA in 2013 than there were in 1913.
This is less a reflection of successful conservation techniques than it is a reflection of urbanized populations. 100 years ago the number of people living in rural areas was proportionally higher than it is today, and hunting has always been a rural pastime. Percentage-wise there are far fewer hunters in the USA in 2013 than there were in 1913.
Friday, October 18, 2013
He Couldn't Bear To Live Without His...
...'nads.
A dog that became an Internet sensation after crashing an Indiana half marathon has died just a week after receiving a medal for completing the race.
The 100-pound chocolate Labrador retriever named Boogie ran most of the 13.1 miles in the Oct. 5 Evansville event after escaping his leash the night before. Owner Jerry Butts made an appointment for the dog to be neutered after the race to curb his wandering ways.
The Evansville Courier & Press reports that Boogie died Tuesday of an apparent heart attack. He was 10.
To be fair, the article doesn't make absolutely clear whether Boogie actually died after the loss of his 'nads, or whether he died over the prospect of losing them. Still, you have to sympathize with Boogie, at least if you're a man.
A dog that became an Internet sensation after crashing an Indiana half marathon has died just a week after receiving a medal for completing the race.
The 100-pound chocolate Labrador retriever named Boogie ran most of the 13.1 miles in the Oct. 5 Evansville event after escaping his leash the night before. Owner Jerry Butts made an appointment for the dog to be neutered after the race to curb his wandering ways.
The Evansville Courier & Press reports that Boogie died Tuesday of an apparent heart attack. He was 10.
To be fair, the article doesn't make absolutely clear whether Boogie actually died after the loss of his 'nads, or whether he died over the prospect of losing them. Still, you have to sympathize with Boogie, at least if you're a man.
Thursday, October 17, 2013
A Noir Sort of Crime
Thieves broke into a Kentucky distillery and made off with 65 cases of rare bourbon and rye whiskey.
Stuff is valued at over $25,000, "Pappy Van Winkle" Bourbon and Van Winkle Family Reserve Rye. Any of my readers tipple that stuff? $130 a bottle for the bourbon.
Sounds like a good job for Sam Spade or Philip Marlowe.
Stuff is valued at over $25,000, "Pappy Van Winkle" Bourbon and Van Winkle Family Reserve Rye. Any of my readers tipple that stuff? $130 a bottle for the bourbon.
Sounds like a good job for Sam Spade or Philip Marlowe.
Guess Whose Feast Day It Is?
St. John the Dwarf, one of the Desert Fathers.
When I was confirmed a Catholic I picked John as my confirmation name, but I didn't have John the Dwarf in mind, but John Boanerges, the Apostle, brother of James. Wish I'd known of John the Dwarf back then. The old saint names were a lot more amusing than the more common Francis, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. Imagine picking St. Pambo for your confirmation name. Or St. Pishoy, or St. Pachomius.
John the Dwarf's attribute, according to Wikipedia: "Short Monk watering a stick." That comes from the most famous story of John:
John the Dwarf is best known for his obedience. The most famous story about his obedience is that one day Saint Pambo gave him a piece of dry wood and ordered him to plant and water it. John obeyed and went on watering it twice a day even though the water was about 12 miles from where they lived. After three years, the piece of wood sprouted and grew into a fruitful tree. Pambo took some of this tree's fruits and went around to all the elder monks, saying "take, eat from the fruit of obedience." The tree of Saint John the Dwarf, known as the Tree of Obedience, still exists today in the deserted Monastery of Saint John the Dwarf in the Nitrian Desert.
His old monastery is deserted, you might notice. Not a safe place though, given the hostility that the Muslim Brotherhood is currently displaying toward Christians in Egypt. Still - - going to the old monastery and perhaps living there as a hermit has a lot of appeal.
Update: Yale University conducted archaelogical digs at the site several years ago. The monastery is in ruins and is often covered by desert sands.
When I was confirmed a Catholic I picked John as my confirmation name, but I didn't have John the Dwarf in mind, but John Boanerges, the Apostle, brother of James. Wish I'd known of John the Dwarf back then. The old saint names were a lot more amusing than the more common Francis, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. Imagine picking St. Pambo for your confirmation name. Or St. Pishoy, or St. Pachomius.
John the Dwarf's attribute, according to Wikipedia: "Short Monk watering a stick." That comes from the most famous story of John:
John the Dwarf is best known for his obedience. The most famous story about his obedience is that one day Saint Pambo gave him a piece of dry wood and ordered him to plant and water it. John obeyed and went on watering it twice a day even though the water was about 12 miles from where they lived. After three years, the piece of wood sprouted and grew into a fruitful tree. Pambo took some of this tree's fruits and went around to all the elder monks, saying "take, eat from the fruit of obedience." The tree of Saint John the Dwarf, known as the Tree of Obedience, still exists today in the deserted Monastery of Saint John the Dwarf in the Nitrian Desert.
His old monastery is deserted, you might notice. Not a safe place though, given the hostility that the Muslim Brotherhood is currently displaying toward Christians in Egypt. Still - - going to the old monastery and perhaps living there as a hermit has a lot of appeal.
Update: Yale University conducted archaelogical digs at the site several years ago. The monastery is in ruins and is often covered by desert sands.
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Only In Australia
A driver in Canberra, Australia is surprised to find a female duck-billed platypus hitching a lift under the bonnet [hood - - ed.] of his car.
Cue the Steve Irwin-speak: What a little rippah!
Cue the Steve Irwin-speak: What a little rippah!
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Treasure More Precious Than Gold Or Diamonds
An entire Jerry Clower Concert.
Part 1:
Part 2:
I discovered Jerry in the early 1970's when I was a young teenager in Melrose, Florida. I had an AM radio in my room, and at night I could catch the signal from WBT way up in Charlotte, North Carolina. The midnight-to-six a.m. disc jockey for WBT was Truckin' Tom Miller, and he'd play Jerry Clower records - - the first one I ever heard was "Coon Huntin' Monkey." In the Catholic school I was attending at the time I had a buddy named Rusty who was a Jerry Clower fan, and he loaned me some 8-track tapes. Later that year I heard that Jerry Clower was going to be in concert in Gainesville, so I made my father buy tickets for us to see him. The concert was general admission, I was first in line at the door with my dad. When the doors opened I dragged my father to the front row, and we had a good view of Jerry when he finally appeared (there were three opening bands before Jerry got there). My dad and I laughed ourselves sick that night, as did everyone else in the concert hall. It's one of my fondest memories.
Part 1:
Part 2:
I discovered Jerry in the early 1970's when I was a young teenager in Melrose, Florida. I had an AM radio in my room, and at night I could catch the signal from WBT way up in Charlotte, North Carolina. The midnight-to-six a.m. disc jockey for WBT was Truckin' Tom Miller, and he'd play Jerry Clower records - - the first one I ever heard was "Coon Huntin' Monkey." In the Catholic school I was attending at the time I had a buddy named Rusty who was a Jerry Clower fan, and he loaned me some 8-track tapes. Later that year I heard that Jerry Clower was going to be in concert in Gainesville, so I made my father buy tickets for us to see him. The concert was general admission, I was first in line at the door with my dad. When the doors opened I dragged my father to the front row, and we had a good view of Jerry when he finally appeared (there were three opening bands before Jerry got there). My dad and I laughed ourselves sick that night, as did everyone else in the concert hall. It's one of my fondest memories.
Don't Be Dissin' Little Richard
"Husband 'stabbed his wife of 24 years to death after she taunted him about the size of his manhood.'"
Don't tell a girl she's fat, and don't tell a man he has a tiny dick. Such disclosures rarely end happily.
You'll recall that the the scenario that started Clint Eastwood's Oscar-winning film The Unforgiven was a prostitute laughing at a cowboy's small penis.
Don't tell a girl she's fat, and don't tell a man he has a tiny dick. Such disclosures rarely end happily.
You'll recall that the the scenario that started Clint Eastwood's Oscar-winning film The Unforgiven was a prostitute laughing at a cowboy's small penis.
Monday, October 14, 2013
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Have YOU Pissed the ATF Off?
Expect to be targeted by the IRS, then, at least as long as ATF and IRS are controlled by the Obama adminstration.
Chicago smash-mouth politics at the highest levels of government. Liberals used to lose their fucking minds just contemplating Richard Nixon doing this to his enemies.
Chicago smash-mouth politics at the highest levels of government. Liberals used to lose their fucking minds just contemplating Richard Nixon doing this to his enemies.
Return of a Favorite Blog
I used to read the Al Fin blog regularly. It was one of the blogs that wasn't afraid to discuss the difficult topics, such as racial disparities in IQ and global climate change, and did so in a way that was easy to understand. Now Peter over at Bayou Renaissance Man notes the return of the Al Fin blog. Al Fin is now on Wordpress. Apparently Google was pressured to block the old Al Fin blogs, probably at the behest of the Obama "justice" department.
Back onto the blogroll goes the new Al Fin.
Back onto the blogroll goes the new Al Fin.
Friday, October 11, 2013
Cal Smith, 1932-2013: R.I.P.
Country-western singer I used to listen to as a teen in Florida on WDVH-AM out of Gainesville:
Calvin Grand Shofner -- known professionally as Cal Smith, and famed for top-charting hits Country Bumpkin, The Lord Knows I'm Drinking and It's Time To Pay the Fiddler -- died Thursday in Branson, Mo., at age 81.
Born in Gans, Okla., Smith grew up in the San Jose, Calif., area, and became a popular disc jockey prior to joining Ernest Tubb's Texas Troubadours as a rhythm guitarist in 1962. Smith worked with Tubb until 1968, when he became a solo performer.
In 1972, he recorded Bill Anderson's The Lord Knows I'm Drinking , which became a No. 1 country hit for Decca Records. In 1974, Smith scored with Country Bumpkin, which became the Country Music Association's song and single of the year and the Academy of Country Music's song of the year.
Don Wayne wrote Country Bumpkin, after being critiqued by a publishing industry professional as being too country: Nobody wants to hear about that frost on the pumpkin, was the criticism. Wayne wrote of a man who met a woman who teased him, "Hello, country bumpkin/ How's the frost out on the pumpkin?"
"And then the story just unfolded," Wayne told author Philip Self in Guitar Pull: Conversations With Country's Legendary Songwriters. "I thought to myself, 'Man, I've stumbled on to a hit song here.' But after thinking about it further, I thought, 'This could be more than a hit song. This could be a great song, if I write what I'm seeing.'"
Wayne wrote what he was seeing, and Smith's vocal on the song was relaxed and authentic.
Here it is, the Contry Bumpkin:
Yeah, it's maudlin, cry-in-your-beer country. What a great voice, though.
Calvin Grand Shofner -- known professionally as Cal Smith, and famed for top-charting hits Country Bumpkin, The Lord Knows I'm Drinking and It's Time To Pay the Fiddler -- died Thursday in Branson, Mo., at age 81.
Born in Gans, Okla., Smith grew up in the San Jose, Calif., area, and became a popular disc jockey prior to joining Ernest Tubb's Texas Troubadours as a rhythm guitarist in 1962. Smith worked with Tubb until 1968, when he became a solo performer.
In 1972, he recorded Bill Anderson's The Lord Knows I'm Drinking , which became a No. 1 country hit for Decca Records. In 1974, Smith scored with Country Bumpkin, which became the Country Music Association's song and single of the year and the Academy of Country Music's song of the year.
Don Wayne wrote Country Bumpkin, after being critiqued by a publishing industry professional as being too country: Nobody wants to hear about that frost on the pumpkin, was the criticism. Wayne wrote of a man who met a woman who teased him, "Hello, country bumpkin/ How's the frost out on the pumpkin?"
"And then the story just unfolded," Wayne told author Philip Self in Guitar Pull: Conversations With Country's Legendary Songwriters. "I thought to myself, 'Man, I've stumbled on to a hit song here.' But after thinking about it further, I thought, 'This could be more than a hit song. This could be a great song, if I write what I'm seeing.'"
Wayne wrote what he was seeing, and Smith's vocal on the song was relaxed and authentic.
Here it is, the Contry Bumpkin:
Yeah, it's maudlin, cry-in-your-beer country. What a great voice, though.
"Now Boy, Are You Sure That You Can Skin Griz?"*
"Skin him, Pilgrim, and I'll get you another!"
A Russian man attacked by a brown bear in eastern Siberia said he escaped with only minor wounds after using his knife to kill the animal.
Sergei Rumyantsev, 55, said he was riding his horse near a paddock in the Siberian forests about 35 miles from his home in Eselyakh when he was "suddenly, unexpectedly" attacked by the bear, The Independent (Britain) reported Friday.
"I had a rifle in my saddle but I didn't have time to get it out. I only had a knife at hand," Rumyantsev said.
He said he was able to stab the bear while his hunting dog bit the wild animal and held it back.
Bears, although fearsome in the extreme, can be killed by men armed with a knife; Ben Lilly, for example, did it often.
*reference to a favorite scene from one of my favorite movies:
A Russian man attacked by a brown bear in eastern Siberia said he escaped with only minor wounds after using his knife to kill the animal.
Sergei Rumyantsev, 55, said he was riding his horse near a paddock in the Siberian forests about 35 miles from his home in Eselyakh when he was "suddenly, unexpectedly" attacked by the bear, The Independent (Britain) reported Friday.
"I had a rifle in my saddle but I didn't have time to get it out. I only had a knife at hand," Rumyantsev said.
He said he was able to stab the bear while his hunting dog bit the wild animal and held it back.
Bears, although fearsome in the extreme, can be killed by men armed with a knife; Ben Lilly, for example, did it often.
*reference to a favorite scene from one of my favorite movies:
Well, If Ya Gotta Die...
...might as well do it in a blaze of glory:
A new study suggests that some species of marsupials mate with such vigour and intensity that it quite literally kills them.
The scientists say that male Antechinus die in large numbers after mating with as many partners as possible in sex sessions lasting up to 14 hours at a time.
The males attempt to mate with as many females as possible in long, laborious bouts, driven by high levels of hormones including testosterone.
Here's a pic of the little love rat:
Me So Hoooorny!
A new study suggests that some species of marsupials mate with such vigour and intensity that it quite literally kills them.
The scientists say that male Antechinus die in large numbers after mating with as many partners as possible in sex sessions lasting up to 14 hours at a time.
The males attempt to mate with as many females as possible in long, laborious bouts, driven by high levels of hormones including testosterone.
Here's a pic of the little love rat:
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