We are all busy drinking cocoa and playing with our new toys…so links are sparse and later than usual this morning.
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Yusef’s Simple Christmas
Not Yusef’s house 
I love lights, so Christmas is fun for me. I used to just go for how many lights can you cram in! But as I get older and tired, I’m going for theme instead. The wife likes red and white, so I go with that. My lights are nothing compared to others, but they please me, and yes….. I have a snow machine. The grandkids love it, and the colder it gets the better it sticks, leaving a beautiful scene. Desert snow, I have seen it, but not in upland. And because I live on a major street, people trip out on the whole scene. Fun times! The neighbors are doing some pretty things, so our neighborhood looks outstanding, and we are on the white trash side of the street. Fuck off, slavers!Show your stuff, trees, lights, silliness. Open thread and Merry Christmas!
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Christmas Morning Rescue Jew Links
While you goyim run outside to see a Mercedes with a big bow-tie on it (I assume that’s what you people do, it’s every other damn commercial during football), I’m inside looking at retailer stock prices and rubbing my grubby Jew paws together while cackling.
Something that gave me hope for America was having a bright young man over here last night who had been homeschooled, started college early, and was trying to figure out whether he was more of a minarchist or an an-cap. Good luck in college- they’re do everything they can to beat that out of you.
Sic transit gloria Lainie. My father used to drool over the younger version of her, but he was always a sucker for a large set of boobs.
There are old pilots and there are stupid pilots. There are no old, stupid pilots.
Pope Frankie lectures us all. Just curious, does Vatican City welcome immigrants? (BTW: my Honduran next door neighbor dropped in last night while we were all having drinks- and he brought multiple bottles with him. Yahweh bless our new citizens)
The Palestinian Arabs learned the Washington Monument maneuver from us. Well done, you killed commerce for your co-tribalists. Let’s see how the money-beg to the US works out for you. While we’re looking at news from the least important part of the Middle East, looks like Guatemala is moving their embassy to a better chunk of real estate. Rumor is that Romania is next, so I’m planting the suggestion in the Elders of Zion’s sidelock-bordered ears that they request Pie as the ambassador.
Old Guy music presents to you the best Christmas song ever written.
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STEVE SMITH CHRISTMAS EVE LINKS
MERRY CHRISTMAS, FUNNY GLIBERTARIANS! STEVE SMITH WANT TO SAY MERRY CHRISTMAS TO FUNNY GLIBERTARIAN PEOPLE. ALSO
HAPPYRAPEY NEW YEAR! STEVE SMITH HAVE FUN AT CHRISTMAS PARTY LAST NIGHT – SEE MASK STEVE SMITH WORE!
STEVE SMITH GO AS BRUTAL EXTERMINATOR ELF! STEVE SMITH THANK FRIEND ZARDOZ FOR PARTY WEAR IDEA. STEVE SMITH HAVE 3 GALLONS OF EGG NOG AND RAPE ENTIRE GROUP OF CAROLERS THAT STOP BY. IT WAS GOOD NIGHT, IF NOT SILENT (CAROLERS SCREAM LOTS).
STEVE SMITH NOT SURE WHAT TO GIVE FUNNY GLIBERTARIAN PEOPLE (OTHER THAN RAPE). SO HE GIVE YOU WHAT MANY WANT…OPEN LINKS! YOU POST LINKS, AND NOBODY SCOLD THEY ARE “OT”, OR RAPE YOU FOR PUTTING THEM UP (YOU’RE WELCOME).
HOLIDAYS MAKE STEVE SMITH THINK OF FAMILY…STEVE SMITH HAVE SECOND COUSIN COUSIN WHO JOIN PEACE CORPS AND GO TO INDIA FOR YEAR. STEVE SMITH WONDER WHATEVER HAPPENED TO HIM…? THAT REMIND STEVE SMITH THAT HE NEED TO DROP OFF PRESENT WITH COUSIN SEA SMITH. STEVE SMITH GET HIM POD OF DOLPHINS – THEY RAPETASTIC FUN!
STEVE SMITH GO NOW. GO VISIT MOM AND BRING HER FRUITCAKE (MAKE SP RECIPE, IT REALLY GOOD!).
MOM SMITH! HAVE GOOD CHRISTMAS, FUNNY GLIBERTARIAN PEOPLE!
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‘Twas the Night Before Glib-Mas
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‘Twas the night before Glib-Mas, and, purged of endorphins,
Not a creature was stirring – not even the orphans.
Booby traps and alarms were set, in fear
That old rapist STEVE SMITH might decide to appear.The Glib Ones were nestled, each snug in their bunk,
Each Glib Girl and Anarchist, and reg’lar old punk.
Both I and my mistress, who looked really super,
Were succumbing to an alcoholic stupor.When, all of a sudden, ere I could rebuke,
Our Glib-house was hit with the force of a nuke!
(I exaggerate, of course, but still, I was shook up
And upset at the interruption of my hook-up.)I ran to the window and threw open the pane.
Dark clouds had gathered, the moonlight did wane –
And above the night wind’s blistering howl,
I heard a voice; no, it was more of a growl:“ALL OF YOU TROLLS, BE READY FOR TAKEOFF!
STEVE SMITH GO IN HERE, THEN WE WILL MAKE OFF
WITH THEIR GIFTS AND PRESENTS AND CHRISTMAS BOOTY –
ALL TROLL FLIGHT CREWS ATTEND TO YOUR DUTY!”I cowered in fear, for from childhood I knew
Of the legend of STEVE SMITH and his murderous crew –
Eight ugly trolls pulled his magical sled;
The very sight of them filled grown men with dread.I stood frozen in fear, stuck right to the floor
And heard massive footprints approaching my door;
Then, at the last moment, dived back of a chair –
My door was kicked open, and then, standing thereWas STEVE SMITH, in all of his horrible glory,
His dank body hair matted and gory.
He possessed two incredibly bloodshot eyes;
Oh, and a phallus of enormous size.The creature turned and gave me a wink,
And just as I was beginning to think
That I was a goner, now it appeared
Perhaps things would not be quite as I feared.Instead, he turned his attention to see
All of the Glib-gifts under the tree.
Then it hit me like a clap of thunder –
His purpose and intention to plunder!All the things we had bought, he stuffed into a sack,
Our unopened presents, he proceeded to pack.
All of the firearms, sex toys, and lube,
Our home-brew kits, our blow-up dolls – hey, rube!This was our whole holiday he was stealing,
But as I stood there, I had the feeling
That if I tried to stop him, he’d pound me, I knew
Into a greasy little pile of goo.So while I stood cowering, tame as a mouse,
The creature went all about the house
Taking all that he wanted; why, he even took
Every Ayn Rand and Hayek and Mises book.When he was finally done, he heaved a great sigh,
And again fixed me with a bloodshot eye.
Though the beast seemed to be in a jovial mood
I had only one thought: Holy crap, I am screwed.But as I stood there trembling, my mouth agape,
The monster assured me: “DON’T WORRY, NO RAPE –
STEVE SMITH EXHAUSTED AFTER LONG NIGHT OF THEFT.
ALMOST FEEL SORRY, YOU HAVE NOTHING LEFT.BUT REMEMBER THIS: GLIB-MAS NOT ABOUT EARTHLY THINGS
BUT FREEDOM AND ALL THE JOY THAT IT BRINGS.”
With that he stepped out, with his large pack fumbling,
To his sled and his slave-trolls all a-grumbling.Within moments the over-burdened sleigh
Rose into the sky, and then away –
Leaving only a horrible stink.
“No one will believe this,” I started to think.I was up the rest of the night explaining;
I really don’t think I deserved the caning.
Ah, well. As STEVE SMITH said, as he vanished from sight,
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Sunday Morning Victory Dance Links
This will of necessity be brief- I have to get to Walmart and stock up with salt for the coming ice storm. And the only reasonable time to go to Walmart this close to Goyishe Chanukkah is at 4am, when it’s only me, a couple of drunks, and a few meth-heads wandering the aisles. The huge groups of Mexican families blocking all of the aisles while their kids intermingle won’t start until 7 or 8.
Motivational speech or a signal that Trump is going to try to match Obama’s miserable record of starting wars? I think the former and I hope I’m right. If it’s the latter, we might as well have had Hillary.
DHS touts its failures as a need to do moar. And this is actually close to Amish country, just in case you want to snark. In perspective, this is any given hour in downtown Chicago, and if DHS just went away, we’d all be better off. Especially the TSA part.
Want to take an instant hatred to someone? Someone unbearably smug, insular, and intolerant? Here ya go!
When someone goes postal, it’s a yawner. I mean, how many times do we read the same old story? Well, this one has a twist- he got naked first.
OMG OMG OMG, EXPLOSIVE REPORTING!!!!!! PRESIDENT MENTAL LINT ACCUSED OF SAYING STUFF!!! That’s it, we’ve got the Roadrunner this time!
Old Guy music, in case you thought you’d get away without it today. The greatest band that no-one seems to know.
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The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu and the Birth of Neoyokelservatism
This is the world globalists want! 
“Green Lives Matter” – Yes, our Border Patrol actually believes this shit. Earlier this week, President Trump delivered his second annual speech concerning his administration’s national security strategy. In it, Trump presented a Manichean world, in which America’s cultural, economic, and military hegemony must be maintained at all costs against an insidious Asiatic peril that consists of the combined forces of Cathay and the Volga Tartar. While it is encouraging to finally see recognition of the fact that “history” is far from over, with Trump specifically, and without obfuscation, declaring Russia and China as “rival” nations of which “protection” of a nebulously defined American economic interest is a prerequisite for “cooperation,” one is forced to inquire in what essential way does Trump’s national security policy deviate from the zero-sum Weltanschauung of the neoconservatives?
After all, it was Trump’s putative national security and foreign policies that were the banner Rockwellians held aloft, front and center, when declaring a ‘libertarian case for Trump’. Instead, the bill of goods sold to libertarians by Bannon, Gorka, Miller, et alia was merely the The Project for a New American Century covered with a lamina of mercantilistic trade protectionism. Thus, what we have now is a mandate to para-militarize our borders to serve the triple purposes of escalating the Wars on Drugs, Terrorism, and Illegal Immigration; increased federal spending to defense and infrastructure cronies; going all-in on the Israeli position in the Middle East, the provision of arms to Ukraine, and continued support for adventures abroad to “confront, discredit, and defeat radical Islamic terrorism and ideology.” As we have learned on Monday, there is no meaningful distinction between the Trump administration’s strategy and the six major articles of the Wolfowitz Doctrine.
Considering that this is the time of year when two and a half billion Christians gather in their homes and places of worship to herald the arrival of whom they believe to be the world’s savior, I suggest that we also take time to acknowledge the birth of a new “king” – Neoyokelservatism, and may wise men present it with three gifts: derision, opprobrium, and rebuke.
WOLVERINES!
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ZARDOZ SATURDAY EVENING LINKS
VORTEX CHRISTMAS PARTY ZARDOZ SPEAKS TO YOU, HIS CHOSEN ONES. THE VORTEX HAD ITS 4,811TH CHRISTMAS PARTY LAST NIGHT. THE SAME OLD ETERNALS-GETTING-DRUNK-AND-MOANING-ABOUT-IMMORTALITY STUFF. AND GREEN BREAD.
HEY, LET US MAKE GREEN BREAD! ZARDOZ HAS HAD ENOUGH OF THAT…SO HE VISITS YOU, HIS CHOSEN ONES. AND BRINGS YOU THE GIFT OF THE LINK! SOMETIMES ZARDOZ JUST WANTS TO HANG WITH THOSE HE HAS RAISED UP FROM BRUTALITY, TO SNARK AT THE BRUTALS WHO ARE LEGION. RECEIVE THEN, THE LINKS!
- ZARDOZ REMINDS YOU…ONLY GOVERNMENT IS QUALIFIED TO RUN SCHOOLS!
- FORMER BRUTAL EXTERMINATOR WINS COURT CASE AGAINST BRUTAL LAWYERS.
- SPEAKING OF BRUTAL ENFORCERS….THIS ONE, NOT SO LUCKY. OH, WAIT…YES HE WAS. HE WAS TREATED MUCH BETTER THAN A BRUTAL WOULD HAVE BEEN…“If he doesn’t retire, he’s probably going to get fired,” a police source said. “He’s an embarrassment to the Police Department and to the profession itself.” If Balatoni resigns on good terms, he can receive a letter that allows him to get a gun license.
- SAD BRUTAL JUST WANTS TO GO HOME.
GO FORTH AND COMMENT! ZARDOZ HAS SPOKEN.
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Review – Rogue Santa’s Private Reserve
I can never understand the obsession with Santa Claus. Since this is the right time of year and since associating products with Christmas is lazy but effective marketing, there’s no sense in fighting it.
See? Lazy marketing, and I fell for it.
This is my review of Rogue Santa’s Private Reserve Ale. Go ahead and pretend I drove 2 1/2 hours north just to take this photo.
Even as a kid it seemed a dubious task: one extremely obese man flies around the world delivering presents to all the good girls and boys on a single night. As an adult, unless Santa Claus holds the key to traveling between time and space it’s downright impossible. Besides, what does he do with the other 364 days out of the year? For one thing, Santa is actually an avid shooter. Here is a photo of him at the 2016 Las Vegas Shot Show:
“You may think there’s no such thing as Santa…” He also spends his time in the summer riding the open road. Here he is at the annual Sturgis rally:
“…But as for me and grandpa, we believe.” Santa has a lot going for him, and since he is a pretty high profile guy crisscrossing international airspace every year, the good folks at NORAD track his every move. Even if they started tracking him by accident, its once again proof there is nothing left to cut.
In previous years, this beer was a pretty standard winter lager. There was nothing wrong with it, and Rogue probably managed to sell every ounce of the stuff. Despite this, they determined that 2017 would be the year they change it up. Maybe they got tired of people comparing it to Sam Adams Winter Lager or the overall market saturation this time of year with winter lager-I don’t know.
Whatever the reason it was a good move, as the result is something much better in my opinion. It is now a Belgian-style ale. It is very fragrant, with notes of sour fruit. They list cherry and raspberry specifically. It is definitely a malty beer, but the tartness counters the overall sweetness nicely. Like everything else this time of year, it only comes once so find it while you still can. Unless you are the type that thinks Scrooge got soft and the Grinch was a poser, you’ll enjoy this. Rogue Santa’s Private Reserve 2017: 4.5/5
And if you do think Scrooge got soft and the Grinch was a poser, here’s some girls at Sturgis peddling Jack Daniels:
Merry Christmas!