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  • Glibertarians After Dark: My New Fetish

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U3ktPyQdScs

    Erotic Chiropractic Adjustment

  • ZARDOZ SUNDAY EVENING LINKS

    ZARDOZ SPEAKS TO YOU, HIS CHOSEN ONES. ZARDOZ IS GRATEFUL TO STEVE SMITH FOR GIVING THE CHOSEN ONES THE GIFT OF THE LINK. ZARDOZ WILL PICK UP THE SLACK NOW, SO STEVE SMITH MAY RETURN TO HIS TASK OF RAPING BRUTALS, ETERNALS, AND WHO OR WHATEVER ELSE HE CAN SHOOT SEEDS INTO.

    RECEIVE THEN, THE GIFT OF THE LINK!

    1. ZARDOZ IS PLEASED WITH OBAMACARE. ANYTHING THAT WILL REDUCE THE NUMBERS OF BRUTALS, WHO PLAGUE THE EARTH, IS GOOD.
    2. ZARDOZ ADMIRES UK TABLOID HEADLINE WRITERS.
    3. ZARDOZ CHEERS THE GOOD WORK BEING DONE HERE – THEY ARE WELL AHEAD OF CHICAGO!
    4. ZARDOZ IS SHOCKED. SHOCKED TO FIND UNION CORRUPTION!
    5. ZARDOZ NOT SURE HE UNDERSTANDS THIS, BUT IS MOST LIKELY DISPLEASED WITH NEW LIFE BEING CREATED.

    ZARDOZ HAS SPOKEN!

  • ZARDOZ ANSWERS DEAR PRUDENCE II

    ZAROZ SPEAKS TO YOU, HIS CHOSEN ONES. ZARDOZ HAS AGAIN REVIEWED THE ADVICE COLUMN BY THE BRUTAL “DEAR PRUDENCE”. YOU MAY READ THE INADEQUATE ANSWERS SHE GIVE HERE.

    ZARDOZ WILL GIVE HIS ADVICE, SO HIS CHOSEN ONES ARE NOT LED ASTRAY!

     

    Dear Prudence,
    For medical reasons, I cannot drive. Happily, my husband enjoys driving and can be counted on to get us where we need to go. I’m very fortunate; he never complains, and he’s a very skilled driver. Unfortunately, he’s not a safe driver. He always pushes the speed limit, frequently at dangerously high speeds of over 100 mph. He perceives other drivers as threats and aggressively weaves through traffic to outmaneuver them. He’s been involved in no shortage of road-rage close calls as a result, even with me in the car screaming at him, begging him, pleading with him to slow down.

    More than once, I’ve genuinely feared for my life and called 911, but I hung up when he slowed down. This is the only way his anger manifests, but when it does, it is truly terrifying. He’s put my life, and the lives of other people on the road, at risk of death more times than I can count. We’ve fought so many times over this. I’ve brought it up while he’s driving, while he’s not driving, while we’re having dinner, in “we need to talk”–style conversations. I’ve cried. He’s made half-hearted promises to change but never followed through.

    I love him. He’s the only man I’ve ever been with who otherwise completely “gets” me. He’s supportive of me in all my endeavors. Our physical chemistry is great. I don’t want to leave him. But I also don’t have the option of taking over the driver’s seat, and I don’t want to die in a fiery car crash. The fact that he dismisses my fears and tells me I’m overreacting when all of our friends are terrified of his driving just strikes me as a terrible disconnect. How can I make him see that the risks that he takes as a driver are unacceptable, once and for all?

    —Terrified Passenger

     

    ZARDOZ SPEAKS TO YOU, HIS TERRIFIED CHOSEN PASSENGER. ZARDOZ IS PLEASED WITH THE BRUTAL HUSBAND’S DRIVING. IF IT THREATENS LIFE OF THE BRUTALS WHO PLAGUE THE EARTH – IT MUST BE PERMITTED…NO, ENCOURAGED.  CEASE YOUR ATTEMPTS TO CALL ENFORCERS. ACCOMPANY YOUR HUSBAND IN HIS AUTO. ZARDOZ HAS SPOKEN.

     

    Dear Prudence,
    In February I had a manic episode and was hospitalized and diagnosed with bipolar disorder. During my mania I sent a colleague a romantic message (to which he sent a terse reply), followed by a couple of aggressive emails. While I was in the hospital I sent him messages apologizing for my behavior, and after I’d been out for a month, I sent him a letter. I haven’t heard from him at all.

    I am torn because I don’t know how he feels. What can I do to forgive myself for my mania if he has no interest in forgiving me?

    —Letting Go of Bipolar Behavior

     

    ZARDOZ SPEAKS TO HIS CHOSEN BI-POLAR ONE. WERE YOU NOT RAISED UP FROM BRUTALITY TO KILL BRUTALS, WHO MULTIPLY AND ARE LEGION? YOU MUST EMBRACE YOUR MANIA – AND MANIFEST IT IN VIOLENCE AGAINST YOUR FELLOW BRUTALS. YOU MUST FIND THE BRUTAL REJECTOR OF YOUR ADVANCE AND KILL! ZARDOZ HAS SPOKEN.

     

    Dear Prudence,
    My husband is in the process of coming out as trans. This means that I, a heretofore assumed straight male, am also coming out as bisexual. I’m so happy that this is something that my partner and I can experience together. But I am dreading coming out to my image-obsessed mother. My mom is a truth-suppression machine. As a teenager, she compelled me to live with the secret of my father’s arrest for sex crimes. When I was in college, I made the mistake of being honest with her about my atheism, which led to her attempt to manipulate and even intimidate me into hiding this as well. Truth be told, she succeeded in part. Although I told a few friends and family members, against her wishes, it was almost two years before I went public. She felt free to tell anyone she felt like talking to. But I was supposed to take these “shameful” secrets to my grave.

    My mother’s family is hostile to the LGBT community, and I have little doubt that her reaction to the dual revelations that her daughter-in-law is actually her son-in-law, and yes, her son is equally happy being married to another man, will be to try to sweep everything under the rug. Our relationship is barely starting to mend as things are. I won’t be able forgive her for this again, especially since she hasn’t asked for forgiveness for the last two times she did this to me, although I told her very clearly how I had been hurt. I am desperate for any way to forestall her knee-jerk reaction, but I can’t not tell my family forever. What should I do?

    —Happy With Him, Not Sure About Her

    ZARDOZ SPEAKS TO HIS NOT SURE CHOSEN ONE. ZARDOZ WILL STRETCH THE BOUNDARIES OF HIS ARTHUR FRAYN PROVIDED INTELLIGENCE AND ASSUME THIS IS “REAL”. ZARDOZ HAS CONSULTED THE ETERNALS IN THE VORTEX AND THE ETERNAL MAY ADVISES:

    “For the sake of science, I will keep this knowledge from the others, for the time being. But you must follow me, obey me, be circumspect, make no disruption, quietly do whatever work is given you. I will watch over you.”

    YOU MUST FOLLOW THIS COMMAND. ZARDOZ HAS SPOKEN.

     

    Dear Prudence,
    I recently got new health insurance (a bare-bones HMO plan). I want to get the birth control arm implant, but none of the doctors in my network offer this procedure, nor will my insurance authorize me to go elsewhere to get it done. I can get the pill or an IUD for free under my insurance, but I’ve had a lot of problems with IUDs before and hate taking a pill every day and making frequent visits to the pharmacy. I want something long-term that I can “set and forget.” I could pay out of pocket for the implant at a Planned Parenthood, but it would cost $800. I could dip into my savings to make it work, but it would hurt. My long-term boyfriend makes more than twice what I do, and I know if I asked him outright to help pay for half, he’d oblige, but I don’t know if that’s a reasonable request. I know not having a baby is worth well over $400 to him, but since I could technically afford it, it feels like mooching. Should I suck it up and pay for it myself or ask him to chip in?

    —Babies Ain’t Cheap, Either

    ZARDOZ SPEAKS TO HIS CHEAP, CHOSEN ONE. HAS ZADOZ NOT REPEATEDLY ADVISED YOU, THE PENIS IS EVIL?! THE PENIS SHOOTS SEEDS, AND MAKES NEW LIFE TO POISON THE EARTH WITH A PLAGUE OF MEN, AS ONCE IT WAS. IF YOUR “LONG-TERM BOYFRIEND” BRUTAL WILL NOT PAY TO PREVENT THE MAKING OF NEW LIFE, THEN USE THE GIFT OF THE GUN. FOR THE GUN SHOOTS DEATH AND PURIFIES THE EARTH OF THE FILTH OF BRUTALS. GO FORTH AND GET THE SHOT, OR KILL. ZARDOZ HAS SPOKEN.

  • An Immigration Story

    The following is in no way the views of Glibs in General, but more a view from Glibville, IMO.

    I met an Armenian customer today, inspecting his flooded furnace, and being a businessman himself, we got to talking. He explained that his very nice neighborhood was once run down, but the Armenians came in and fixed the place up, improved property values and generally made a nice place to live and have their kids grow up; not bad. We compared prices for similar homes, mine $295k. The equivalent house in his neighborhood? $760k. (Disclaimer: I live in the sticks, 46 miles East of Glendale.)

    We did speak briefly of the Armenian Genocide at the hands of the the Turks (who still won’t cop to it, after over 100 years? and Germany?, Fuck the Turks). SoCal has a large Armenian Diaspora. Weather, maybe?

    I told him stories of Chinese people who HAD to win, at any cost, and I just jack up the initial price, knowing I will win my price and they “save” face, which is important to them.

    When I was growing up, I remember the whole “Jews are shysters and con artists”, banker thing. Try ANY culture from the Middle East, they’re all Jews when it comes to haggling. Egyptians, Lebanese, Syrians, it doesn’t matter, everything is “Too much, Lower price”. (I don’t adhere to the Jew Concept, it’s a Middle Eastern thing.)

    So many of the immigrants I meet are so proud to be here and be able to haggle in peace, it’s no wonder they want to be here. I often wish they would “fix” their own homeland but I get that it can be hard, if not impossible to do, that’s why they left. Think about that for a moment, you have to leave the place where you were born, your culture, lifestyle, all of it, due to fear of a lack of freedom. I say FUCK YEAH!

    I actually love these interactions, I learn a lot about other cultures, but the one thing I have learned in 30 years of Customer service is everyone is different, don’t assume anything. Cultures are different, but the melting pot still exists, is very powerful, and immigrants are very valuable to our country. And some I assume are good people. We at least need to remind people that neo nazis, antifa and all the others aren’t who we are. Hell, I can’t see ’em in my world, and I cover most of SoCal.

    Most People living in the U.S. are too busy working to pay much attention, IMO, and the antifa/nazi thing is just so much hot air. If I am wrong, well, at least we are all armed. (You are armed, correct?)

    Notice the use of the word immigrant. I refer to legal immigrants. I know too many illegals and they are a strain on our system, like dead voters, democrats, feral Dogs and STEVE SMITH.

    P.S. I’m told that you Canucks are but redheaded stepchildren to us in the U.S. of A.

    At least the Canadians get Caps!
    /Canada!
    Rush!
    Celine Dion!
    Kids in the Hall!
    /Feel better?

     

  • Sunday Morning Links for the Artistic

    I *think* that’s what SP called me, but it didn’t seem to sound complimentary. Maybe it was her accent? Or her missing front teeth because her baby teeth just came out (the Tooth Fairy left her a shiny new quarter under her pillow for each one). Well, anyway, I’m hoping that when the permanent teeth come in, they’ll be nice and straight because we can’t afford braces. Enough personal stuff, time for links to various and sundry.

    Big news is Fat Boy detonating his own Fat Boy. Do you think he learned something from what Bush did to Saddam Hussein and what Obama did to Gaddafi? Heckuva job, guys. You managed to fuck up the one legitimate task of Federal government while you were busy doing a million things you had no business doing. BBC’s take is, as usual, enlightening.

    Texas and California really should get together and make a deal.

    Some observations on the death of the wonders that was once Whole Foods. I never understood how they managed to survive in a world with Mariano’s and Wegman’s, but I suppose Angry Liberals need an enclave so they don’t have to hobnob with people who may not be Berniebots.

    One of these days, I’ll figure out what the point of this tax-money-pit is. Nice job, Peggy, but seriously, NASA, fuck you, cut spending. This appointment may be a step in the right direction, but really, another fucking drug warrior?

    And more Music From OMWC’s Youth:

  • STEVE SMITH MAKE SWEET, SWEET RAPE ON SATURDAY NIGHT LINKS

    STEVE SMITH IS A VERY HAPPY SASQUATCH TONIGHT- HE SCORED A GIG DOING HIS SECOND LOVE– MUSIC. AND SECOND LOVE ATTRACTS LOTS OF TARGETS FOR FIRST LOVE- RAPE.

    STEVE SMITH HAS SUGGESTION FOR NEW UBER CEO– RAPE CURRENT BOARD. RAPE IDIOT WHO HIRED ERIC HOLDER. RAPE IDIOT WHO PUT HUFFINGTON ON BOARD. JUST GO MAKE MONEY.

    DEEP DISH IS NOT PIZZA AND THIS IS NOT MONEY.

    OLD HOME WEEK IN ROCKY MOUNTAINS. STEVE SMITH LOVES MOUNTAINS, MANY PLACES TO FIND HIKERS.

    PRELUDE TO RAPE?

  • UnCivil Cooks – Fish Stew

    Lets see how the resident Glib who doesn’t like anything cooks. We will be making fish stew. This is an improvised recipe that came out of trying to talk myself out of doing something stupid. More or less my first idea was Fish chili. This didn’t sound like it would turn out right, so I talked myself into something less outlandish. Visiting the local mega grocery (that is more than one mile distant from my food-desert located house), I picked up the following items (okay I already had some near the bottom of the list). I’ll start cooking, and sooner or later you’ll be compelled to follow along. Or I’ll randomly switch to first person plural.

    • 1/2 lb perch
    • 1/2 lb shrimp
    • Bacon, 3 rashers
    • 1 onion
    • 1 medium or 3 small potatos
    • carrots
    • 1 bell pepper
    • 12-16 oz stewed tomatos
    • 4 cups vegetable broth
    • Curry Powder
    • Salt and Pepper
    • Corn Starch

    The shrimp I got was pre-cooked. There was a good reason for this – that was the cheapest. There is another good reason – it allowed me to not have to spend too much time cooking the shrimp. So I started out peeling the shimp, the carrots, the potatoes, and the onion. This was a good start, and I followed up by quartering and cleaning the bell pepper. Since I was prepping everything, I carved the perch into two-inch squares. Since it came from Soviet Canukistan, it was still rimed with native frost.

    Here’s what it all looked like before the chopping started in earnest

    Those veggies were too big for the task, to I chopped them into smaller bits, keeping the aromatic and root vegetables separate. This will make later steps easier. I followed it up by moving the pot into the front and cut the bacon into small pieces.

    Chopping Completed

    Now, we could do this next step in a frying pan and move it to the dutch oven, we don’t need to. It’s plenty easy to do all of this in one pan. Start the heat and cook the bacon. We want the flavorful grease to be released, and will be using it as our fat for this part. Once the bacon has given off enough grease, it’s time to add our onion and bell peppers. We cook until the onions start to brown, there should be some browning on the bottom of the pan, this is fine.

    Not Caramelized.

    We need to get that tasty material off the bottom of the pan. After all, it’s bacon, onion and peppers, but mostly bacon. We want that in the stew. We could do some fancy deglazing, or we could just use the next ingredient. Pour our can of stewed tomatoes into the pan, liquid included. We’re going to use the acidic liquid from the tomatoes to deglaze the pan and collect that bacony flavor. To make sure we get it all, let’s cover it with a lid and let it simmer for five minutes.

    After simmering and deglazing.

    All right, we need to start making soup before we can turn it into stew. Lets add the root veggies and three of four cups of the broth. The fourth cup of broth we’re going to reserve for later. This will make sense sooner or later. Some of you might see where this is going.

    Almost soup.

    At this point we have to turn off the burner frenetically, move the pot to another, and clean up a catastrophe in the kitchen.

    Okay, the catastrophe isn’t required, but I did reach into my cabinet, pick up a box of corn starch and promptly drop it. Worse, the lid wasn’t on all that tight and it went everywhere. Half a second of gravity and my kitchen looked like a party at Tony Montana’s house. So I spent too long cleaning up the wite powdery substance, you may see it in the later photographs, because corn starch is pernicious and stubborn.

    Once that diversion has been dealt with, we can re-ignite the burner and put the pot back on the heat. Put it on medium to medium high and set a timer for thirty minutes. Go watch some cat videos on YouTube or something.

    After our timer goes off, we want to check the potatoes. They need to be cooked now, or we’ll have problems. So if they’re underdone, let it cook a little longer. The carrots can be a little crispy, that won’t be a problem, they’re just carrots.

    The content of the pot should look something like this.

    Now the bacon is a nice little bit of protein, but it’s not the primary source for this. So lets toss in our shrimp and the perch. Toss in three teaspoons of curry powder and a liberal helping of black pepper. Mix it all in. The perch will cook quickly. If you have anything resembling a membrane on the fillet, it will curl into nice little tubes while it does so. This is all right. This is also why I’m glad the cooked shrimp was the cheapest, since it allowed this step to go fast.

    Almost there…

    Let’s leave the pot for a while and get a bowl, pour the reserved broth into it and start mixing corn startch in. We want the starch fully integrated and the broth near saturation with corn starch. Once this is done, we pour it into the pot and stir it in until the broth thickens to a gravy. The perch should be fully cooked by now and may start breaking apart while we’re stirring. This is also fine. We’re not trying to serve discrete chunks of fish.

    Here’s our stew.

    It should be done, we can’t forget to turn off the burner.

    We ladle it up into the bowl and … wait a minute…

    Gruel

    Oh, okay, I just mixed up the order of the photos, that’s the thickener from a few paragraphs back before we poured it into the pot.

    Here’s the real bowl. Sorry about the mess:

    Stew

  • Saturday Morning Cartoon Links

    I’m having a nostalgic moment, thinking about the wonderful Saturday morning cartoon shows when I was a kid. The local TV weather or sports guy would put on some costume (a pirate or a clown or a tramp) and run low-bid cartoons, with some really lame patter in between. Most of the cartoons were incredibly lame, though perhaps over-exposure to Little Audrey is what set me on my current sexual path in life. But about every fourth or fifth one was something wonderful, like a Tex Avery cartoon, always featuring redheads, liquor, and intense violence.

    So be it with the links. Imagine that I’m wearing a clown suit. And that I’m refusing to post anything serious.

    First, sad news, the old school comedians are dropping like flies. At least he had a nice revival at the end of his life, doing a terrific role on one of the funniest shows to ever grace television.

    The wonderful thing about capitalism is that not all business plans are well-thought-out, and the market is a brutal ecology.

    This is an injury which will prevent driving in Chicago.

    And this is just icing on the cake. Or the cherry on top, you decide.

    Oooops.

    OK, instead of my usual music selection, here’s my favorite kid cartoon show host. Say “Lorenzo” to any senior citizen from Baltimore and you’ll get a knowing smile.

  • STEVE SMITH’S FRIDAY NIGHT LINKS

    STEVE SMITH HERE TO GIVE LINKS AGAIN. WHILE NOT AS FUN AS CHASING DOWN AND RAPING HIKERS, STEVE SMITH LIKES GIVING FUNNY PEOPLE HERE SOMETHING TO READ AND SAY FUNNY THINGS ABOUT. SOMETIMES STEVE SMITH REMEMBERS FUNNY THINGS SAID HERE, WHILE CHASING A MOUNTAIN BIKER OR HIKER ACROSS A TRAIL. EXTRA LOOK OF TERROR THEY GET WHILE STEVE SMITH LAUGHS, MAKES FOR MORE FUN.

    SO HERE ARE LINKS:

    1. STEVE SMITH NOT SURE WHAT TO THINK OF CROWDS CHEERING JUDGE AND LAWYER?
    2. FUNNY GLIBS WHO LIKE FOOT SPORT, AND SILLY TABLOIDS…BE HAPPY.
    3. STEVE SMITH STILL NO LIKE AMATEURS.
    4. IF GUILTY, STEVE SMITH OFFER TO HELP PUNISH. AND BY PUNISH, MEAN RAPE.

    STEVE SMITH SAY, HAVE A RAPETASTIC NIGHT!

  • Firearms Friday: Ballistic Babbling

    In the beginning, there were many weekly articles. Weird Wednesday, Manly Monday, Thicc Thursday, Fur Friday. How the march of time has taken it’s toll. Now all that’s left is Jewsday Tuesday and yours truly. If this is some literary version of Highlander, if there can be only one, let that one be FIREARMS FRIDAY!

    That's a gun he's holding. Honest.
    THE GLIBBENING!

    Okay, now that I got that out of my system, I have no idea what to write. So I’m just going to babble.

    I guess the big news is that Glock’s newest updates, generation 5, have now hit the shelves. Notable are the lack of finger grooves, the flared magwell, and the ambidextrous slide stop. I’ll have to check these out once I find one in the flesh.

    Pmags have been officially adopted by the Air Force following a series of tests that showed they outperformed the .mil brand by a wide margin. Huh, a private company outperforming it’s public sector counterpart? Unheard of!

    Don’t mess with Texas. They have shotguns.

    So it turns out this happened. I really don’t know what to think. On one hand it obviously wasn’t necessary, on the other hand… flamethrowers are definitely a credible and imminent threat. I’ll let you guys discuss.

    This is also a thing now. Trolls make the world go round.

    Apparently there is a new system in place that should slash wait times for NFA items like silencers. Sounds great and all, but frankly my dear I don’t give a damn. I will not give one peso to the government for infringing on my rights. Fuck you, repeal the NFA.

    I appreciate a company willing to make fun of itself. In that regard, apparently I do not buy enough CAA products.

    https://youtu.be/e6MzAWciAqo

    And finally, let me play you the song of my people. I may have posted this before, but I’m lazy, so take it again, bitch. And put your ass into this time.

    Okay, that’s all I got. I’ll be around to answer questions, so ask and ye shall receive.