Author: Brett L

Man, what a not-so-great Monday. Neither the 2 year old nor the almost 4 year old give a fuck about time zones or clocks. They just get up when they get up. 4:49 am today. Luckily I was asleep at 9:15 because it had already been dark for 3 hours. And screw technology. On the good side, I’ve got a pork roast in the oven that is going to be off the chain for dinner tonight.

In case nuclear fusion wasn’t a significantly unrealistic form of near future energy, meet quark fusion.

Here’s a Florida Man flagrantly violating airport security.

I think this is exactly the sort of scandal that got a British admiral hanged, and from which Voltaire’s “pour encourager les autres” was drawn. Let’s try it.

T. Rex arms get a rehabilitation.

For our Candiaish contingent.

Man is it afternoon links time already? Damn. Today has just flown by. It must be all those meetings. Nobody told 25 year old me (or even 30 year old me) that as you move up the ladder, you’re still responsible for your weekly output as well as 15-20 hours of meetings a week. I thought those meetings would count towards my output. Oh well. I don’t have to stay late or work over the weekend so let the fun begin!

Damn, bro. Your lawyer should charge you triple for being a dumbass. Shut the fuck up, go your ass to jail, and give your lawyer a chance.

Global Warming — good for the Ozone Hole. And crops, and not freezing to death.

For you TSLA shorts, if the market were rational, you’d make a killing. Don’t lose your ass thinking it will finally go rational. Of course, if the market were rational, the opportunity for such a huge short wouldn’t exist.

It sure is nice to have visitors, part time residents, and renters carry 1/3rd of my tax burden.

Donna Brazile must know there’s a note in her own handwriting saying something like, “Hillary, of course I’ll rig things to get you elected. — Donna”.  But right now, I’m really enjoying one of the least competent politicians in America getting pilloried by her former allies.

A little friday pop groove.

Man, I am just beat. Too many late nights watching beisbol. Since all my preferred football teams suck and nothing interesting will happen in hockey or basketball until after Spring Training starts, I have a couple of months to catch up. 

How many people get to say they got kidnapped by Amazonian pirates and wandered out of the jungle just fine? I’m not sure I agree with their life choices, but I’m happy for their children that everyone survived with only bug bites to show.

This article’s headlines says Analytics won the World Series. But upon reading the article, it seems that the analytics identify people underperforming, and having coaches who can develop them is what actually matters.

NYC Attack would have been much worse if the super highly trained NYPD hadn’t shown up in minutes(!) and shot the guy. Who had left his vehicle and had a pellet gun. What the fuck are you talking about? The apologists did this after Vegas, too. No. Just, no. That guy carried out a successful attack, unfortunately. All the cops did was prevent him from escaping. Which, good on them, but they didn’t stop it from getting worse.

The new Fed Chair, about as milquetoast as you could find. At least seems to understand that the Fed has some limits on its ability to affect the economy and dislikes the Volker rule.

Oh look, another State Capitalist currency adding zeroes to its bank notes. This would never happen in True Socialism.

Cultural appropriation or just a good euphemism for wanking?

Happy Halloween. Don’t forget to send any good pictures to submit@glibertarians.com. We won’t post them, but we will examine them very closely.

Hopefully everyone is ducking out of work early to get on their “slutty tampon” outfits for parties. OMWC is trying to make sure that the rip in his pants is “just right”. I had to make an emergency run to the store, because my wife bought terrible candy. Terrible. I don’t want to wash shit or egg off my house and cars, so I’m going to just mix in some good stuff and hope we don’t get too many visitors. Then I’m hoping that Justin Verlander can get the first W by an Astros starter in this World Series. I bought some Monte Cristo beer. I have no idea if it is any good, but it cost half as much as good beer, so it only has to be half as good as the worst six-pack I ever paid $10 for.

Jadaveon Clowney, TOTALLY not taking a shot at the owner of his team. Just lazy.

Interesting link between the Protestant Reformation and hops in beer.

That sonofabitch Trump and his meddling FDA are going to destroy the soy industry! It now appears that eating lots of soy doesn’t actually help you live longer, it just feels that way.

Dick out. ‘Isn’t sexual harassment’ he sez.

Man bites dog story. Or rather stranger attempts to abduct 13 year old. Way to screw up OMWC’s favorite holiday.

Here’s a fun video for Halloween.

UPDATE (Swiss Servator): Latest on the NYC shitblizzard.

Happy Monday, Glibs. My oldest son must be getting the jerk gene coming in. How else to explain that he got sent home from school for ‘having a fever’, when he doesn’t have one? Oh, and because of stupid daycare rules, that means he gets to stay home again tomorrow, too. Because I got nothing better to do. Fuck it. Send his whole class over here. I’ll invite OMWC as a chaperone and we’ll have a grand old day. Fuck!

On the other hand, at least I didn’t kill someone attempting suicide. Suicider was 12. Happy Monday.

Saudi Arabia, going nuclear because the Iranians are for energy independence.

Why hot pool guys are only a fantasy trope, by science!

Huh. I would have sworn this was a NCIS plotline. Given that they’ve made a billion episodes, I’m probably not wrong.

I don’t know why this tickles me so much. Its weird that this guy is the ur-sound of both flavors of pop that followed him.

Aww yeah. Its Friday afternoon. Took my wife to this nice little mom’n’pop Japanese restaurant today. The food was awesome, but everyone sat down at lunch at once. At one point we hear Pop go into the back (he’s usually up front doing the sushi), loud yelling in Korean or Japanese (the restaurant is Japanese, but they are always playing K-Pop), a refrigerator door slam and then a loud English “Shit!” All of that to say, cooks are the same in every language.

Big ball game tonight. Will Lance McCullers Jr bring the same filthy pitching he closed down game 7 of the ALCS? Will the Yu Darvish of the Rangers era show up against the Astros or will he be the dominant pitcher he’s been post-Trade? Will we see another 3+ homerun night? Which, call me old fashioned, but I want to see less than 50% of the runs in a game result from homeruns. I like seeing guys have to put together two or three good at bats together to get a single run across the plate. Maybe the A/C will take 10 feet off those long hits and we’ll see more doubles off the wall.

Given the arrest rate of NFL players, I don’t see what’s so problematic about the statement “we can’t have the inmates running the prison” with regard to the flag kneeling thingy. Maybe some non-black NFL players who have been convicted of crimes should start a #MeToo trend*.

If this kid ever gets to drive again, NASCAR should give him a chance.

Wisconsin man gets stuck in beer cooler, decides to make the best of it.

Another questionable study that some here may appreciate.

Topical Song for Wisconsin Man.

*I assume that there isn’t much statistical difference in the arrest rate based on race.

Still recovering from Jesse’s “ministrations” during the bender. Leaving everyone with this month’s Teen Vogue parody cover and empty links to play in. Special thanks to Mad Libertarian Woman for her awesomely believable work.

After experiencing the joys of the global workplace with an 11pm (EST) conference call, and my wonderful, coordinated 2 year-old who will not be kept in bed just because The Man says so when he wakes up at 4am, I’m a little punch drunk. Or maybe just drunk-drunk. I heard vodka and redbull worked like cocaine, so I thought I’d give it a shot. Or six.

Florida Man takes semi-pro football pretty seriously.  If Coach lived in Seminole Heights, he should be worried. I don’t know much about Seminole Heights other than I drive past it to go to the zoo.

Given that the FBI just dumped files on Adam Lanza, I suspect that we can expect that they don’t have shit on the Vegas shooter.

OMG! FEMA shipped packaged food with a long shelf life instead of Blue Apron to Puerto Rico where they may not have power or gas to cook with. Supplemented with MREs. Now, I don’t have personal experience, but everyone I know who had to subsist on MREs was more than happy to have beef jerky or cheese and crackers for a change.

I love that nutbars can wander into our Capitol and throw Russian flags at the President from close range. I mean it. It gives me some hope that it isn’t as bad as it could be.

When did aging Brit pop assholes become the voice of sanity? First Morrisey then Boy George?

“We have to be really careful with the Internet because people say everyone is talking – it’s like five people, they’re retweeting each other,” he told Israel’s Channel 2 News in an interview this week, “and that doesn’t constitute a revolution.”

Speaking of British heroes, it looks like at least some in England want to land a human on the moon in the future.

Sometimes you just fall into the song.

Oh yeah, Go Astros!

Happy Frickin’ Friday. It came about three days too late again. Also, my wife got me drunk last night. So I’m basically writing the Dodge truck equivalent of code right now. Its probably going to come apart in the first two years, but if it doesn’t, it will never fail.

In sportzball news I care about, the fate of the Houston Astros is in the hands that get to hold Kate Upton’s beautiful breasts. Don’t let us down, new guy!

I don’t usually give links to Youtube for non-music, but this video of a police chase in Houston combined with the newscaster banter is hilarious. Apparently you can watch the one hour version also. But I kicked Dodge around a little in the intro, so here’s theirs back.

Sorry babe, I can’t quit smoking, so I guess I’ll just have to quit going down on you instead.

I mean, its not as bad as teaching monkeys kung fu, but maybe we shouldn’t teach the robots, either.

Our Libertopia awaits in the Moon.

It seems like a great day for the Theme Song.