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  • Tuesday Morning Links

    Well, good morning! I hope y’all had a pleasant Juneteenth yesterday. Mine was alright.  Got some work done, built some furniture for my son and celebrated the littlest one’s (Justice Forall Sloopy Juneteenth Spicer) birthday. I bring it up because every time I have an anniversary, or every time one of my younger kids has a birthday, it makes me thankful for the group of people assembled here and at reason because they were such an integral part of my wife and I meeting and starting our family. So thanks to all of you, in an indirect way.

    Looks like the NBA teams are trying to shake a few things up in order to compete with the Warriors next year (which probably won’t work). The Celtics are looking to get better value for their draft picks (which probably will work). The Lakers are trying to not completely suck ass for another year (but they probably will). But in the end…its still pro basketball and it still sucks compared to hockey, football, baseball, soccer, rugby, cricket, curling, badminton, UFC, college basketball and the spelling bee.  Sorry, that’s just how I feel.

    Hey, Tiger Woods is “getting professional help.”  Which is usually code for “I’m preemptively trying to get on the judge’s good side before my trial.” Unless it means he’s getting the professional help he really needs. Which would involve Butch Harmon moving in with him and dedicating all of his time to reconstructing a swing that works. But that ain’t happening and the slide into mediocrity will continue and Jack Nicklaus’s record will stand. Which is only fitting, seeing as Nicklaus is the greatest golfer of all time.

    Astros won! And in college, Florida State is hanging in there after knocking CSF out of the CWS. And meanwhile, Oregon State is managing to avoid the distractions that pederasty usually brings with it and won again.

    That’s it for sports. Notice I’m struggling mightily with it now that playoff season’s over? I warned you.  But only 69 days till college football! We can do this together, friends. And either way, its not about sports here.  It’s about…the links!

    Who will win father of the year? Nanny-staters probably think it should be this guy. As for me, I think he should (metaphorically) be chucked head-first into a woodchipper. Christ, what an asshole.

    Carrie Fisher

    Damn, Carrie Fisher went out like a champ. I guess she was trying to get into character for the Leia Organa scenes she hadn’t filmed yet (didn’t work). Or she was trying to get back into that costume (was never gonna work). Or she was trying to get into heaven a little smoother (apparently did work).

    That Georgia special election will come to a close today. I hope it means I will stop getting tweets, fundraising emails and incessant reports about it, whoever wins. Make your predictions in the comments as to the outcome. I personally think Team Red will squeak it out but Team Blue will declare it a (yet another) moral victory in the string of moral victories since November.

    That student that North Korea returned to the United States has died. He was in a coma when returned last week.

    It gets more expensive to live in San Francisco. New labor deal is reason for increase, says company granted monopoly for trash removal by city.

    Rahm Emanuel: Idiot

    What to do when you run your school system so poorly that kids can’t learn how to fucking read by the time they drop out of high school in the 9th grade?  Why, you double down on the retardation! This might be the worst idea since the Twilight series.  Hell, it may even be worse since Stephanie Miller didn’t know any better but this assclown does.

    That’s it. Thanks for making it through. Y’all deserve a balloon.

    Have a great day, friends!

    LATE ADDENDUM!!!! : we want your ideas in what you’d like to be able to buy, if anything, for swag. We already have a tshirt, bumper stickers and coffee mugs with the official Glibs logo in the works. But we want to know what else you guys might be interested in. I’m prepared to ask Heroic Mullato to design a “Thicc Thursday” shirt we can all proudly wear. And somebody proposed a Warty’s Dungeon and a STEVE SMITH thingy. But we want to know what you guys want so we can provide you with the fodder to attract new readers or get you fired from your jobs. Or both. So let us know!

  • Music to Do Coke By: Part 1

    Hey everyone! Are you about to snort some coke in the back of a nightclub in Okinawa circa 1984?
    Well, then, you’re in luck! Maria Takeuchi has the perfect song in which to insufflate methyl (1R,2R,3S,5S)-3-(benzoyloxy)-8-methyl-8-azabicyclo[3.2.1]octane-2-carboxylate!

    https://youtu.be/GTjFPgyLxAc

     

     

     

  • Monday Afternoon Links

    Today isn’t exactly a fundraiser but I’d just like to remind everyone to hit the paypal:

    Send me your money or I’ll be forced to stand outside your place of employment and sing this.

    Also, anyone who sends more than $20 gets a free weekend with STEVE SMITH. Wait…

     

    s/call-girl/baby

    F*ck you, I’m Millwall now a beer. Also, killing random people with cars is no good. Worse than colonialism. Also, the French cops are racking up a pretty good score of dead bad guys.

     

    It looks like poor computer security is back on the menu for news outlets. What’s different?

    Dunphy and another brave Seattle cop shoot and kill pregnant woman in her own home*. (If the cops kill a pregnant mother, it’s just a fetus and not a baby, right?)

    The Australian Eastern Abyss. Where evolution favors toxic masculinity.

     

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  • Monday Morning Links

    Man, that US open was off the hook. Probably the most entertaining golf tournament I’ve seen in a while. (Note to USGA: people really, really, really enjoy compelling golf, and it doesn’t have to include tricking out a golf course so its nearly unplayable!) Brooks Koepka ended up getting the hot hand down the stretch and won by 3. Sorry Rickie Fowler fans. Looks like he’ll continue his chase to being the next Sergio Garcia…and will win his first major a decade or so from now.

    And in other sport news, Pakistan absolutely demolished India in the Champions Cup cricket final. After bowling out the first two India batsmen in the first two overs, the rout was on and India’s innings were done in the thirtieth over. There were almost a billion people expected to tune in.

    Astros lost 2 of 3 to the Red Sox and continue to disappoint their way to still having the best record in the major leagues by a good margin.

    Righto! Now on with…the links!

    Loretta Lynch

    Loretta Lynch now in crosshairs of GOP-led Congressional oversight committees. The racist and sexist old white men committee chiefs tasked with looking into executive branch activities are expected to summon her to Capitol Hill to answer a few questions in light of James Comey’s testimony.

    Somebody standing watch on this Navy vessel fucked up badly.  There’s almost no other explanation for the collision that claimed the lives of 7 crewmen.

    Want to test the bounds of the Non-Aggression Principle? These assholes will do it to you.

    The special election in Georgia’s 6th Congressional District has now cost over $50 million. Just goes to show you that these fuckers have way, way too much power.

    Revelers at EDC

    The Electric Daisy Carnival still gives newsmen the vapors.  I bet there were fewer incidents than at a typical Vegas NASCAR Winston Cup, er Nextel Series, no, I meant Sprint Series no, no, no…Monster Energy Series race.

    Don’t worry. I’m not gonna subject you to techno. But there will be synths.

    Make it a great day, friends.

    BONUS LATE LINK: REAL FEMENISM!!!!!!!!! (No, seriously. Which is gonna cause a few panties to get soiled.)

  • Donations?!

    In response to some interest in floating a few dollars to the people maintaining the site – we have established a Paypal (yes, I know…Elon Musk) means to do so.  Look at the right side or bottom of the page and you will see the word “Donate” – the link will be there. Also, one does not need a Paypal account to use Paypal.

    A couple of things, right up front;

    THIS IS NOT A TAX DEDUCTIBLE DONATION. A non-profit corporation runs this site – but it is NOT a federal 501(c)(3) corp. That takes a lot of fees, paperwork and gets the Feds all up in your business. So we said “no thank you”, and kept it smaller and State only.

    We have put a limit in place – trying to keep our paperwork and reporting burdens down, we do not intend to take in more than a few thousand (under 5, if you must know) in any year.  We are doing this not for Mammon, but for the Love of the Game. Well, and the groupies. Always that.

    If someday, one of you has Bill Gates money – we can talk. But for now, a small token of your appreciation is more than enough. Feel free to give zero too…we are libertarians, for goodness sake – this is voluntary.

  • STEVE SMITH SUNDAY EVENING LINKS WITH ZARDOZ!

    STEVE SMITH HAPPY TO ANNOUNCE THAT ZARDOZ READY TO COME BACK FOR “LIGHT DUTY”. STEVE SMITH LET ZARDOZ DO LINKS, AND GET BACK TO WORK. AND BY “WORK”, MEAN “RAPE”.

     

    FIRST, STEVE SMITH GIVE SHOUT OUT TO DAD – THANKS FOR EVERYTHING POPS!

    STEVE SMITH HAS NOT SEEN DAD IN A WHILE.

     

    NOW OVER TO BIG STONE HEAD!

    ZARDOZ SPEAKS TO YOU, HIS CHOSEN ONES. A BIG THANK YOU TO STEVE SMITH FOR LETTING ZARDOZ CRASH OUT IN HIS WOODS. ZARDOZ DOES HAVE ODD TASTE IN MOUTH, BUT IS NOT SURE IF THAT FROM DRYING OUT OR…WHAT. REGARDLESS, HERE ARE SOME LINKS FOR MY CHOSEN ONES:

    1. NEEDZ ANOTHER 32 YEARS OF SINGLE PARTY IRONFISTED CONTROL OF IL HOUSE BY ONE MAN! OH, AND HIS DAUGHTER IS THE STATE AG…
    2. MUST. MAKE . FLIGHT.
    3. AS STEVE SMITH COULD ADVISE…DON’T GO IN THE WOODS!
    4. BECAUSE LA HAS NO AUTO TRAFFIC, IT CAN AFFORD TO GIVE UP MORE ROAD SPACE.

    ZARDOZ GO BACK AND WILL REST IN THE WOODS A BIT MORE. ZARDOZ WILL SEE HIS CHOSEN ONES LATER ON.

  • Father’s Day Stories

    Old Man With Candy:

    My dad was a professional artist, and a highly talented one. And being raised by artists is pretty much the same thing as being raised by wolves, which likely shows in my writing. In any case, despite being the artsy type, he was not at all flighty, but was a deep and serious thinker. Our house was filled with books on all subjects, and we kids were not restricted in any way from reading what we liked, no matter the content. I’ve noted before that he started me on my R. Crumb fanboyism when I was about 12 by plopping down a copy of Zap Comix and noting, “This is great art.” Not exactly a traditional dad in the 1960s.

    He spent much time teaching me how to think rather than what to think. He encouraged me to say stupid shit which he would then casually dissect, and that was certainly a life lesson. But where he really drove things home was how he would think things through in a very logical “if-then” way, not unlike how scientists look at hypotheses and derive experiments to demonstrate (or refute) their consequences.

    Here’s my favorite Dad story that illustrates the way he thought and what he imparted to me.

    It was 1970 and I had just finished tenth grade. I will admit that as a student, I was not exactly a public school teacher’s dream, and I knew they badly wanted to get rid of me. And finally, with some new rules put in place as part of the spirit of Nixon’s then-new War On Drugs, they saw their chance. The principal instructed me to have my father come to the school with me the next day.

    We came to the school, then sat in the principal’s office while he shuffled some papers. After a minute of this, he looked up and said to Dad, “I’m sorry to tell you that we are forced to expel your son.”

    Dad asked, “For what reason?”

    “We have reason to believe that your son is dealing drugs,” the principal gravely responded.

    Dad looked very thoughtful for several seconds, then said, “Huh. He seems to be doing a fine job of covering up the money.”

    That way of thinking has stayed with me for a lifetime. Dad died suddenly when I was in my 20s, and now, almost 40 years later, not a day goes by without me thinking about him. A lot. I’ll admit to a few tears flowing as I write this. Must be the onions SP is chopping.

     

    Swiss Servator

    I grew up in a comfortable upper middle class home – not the type my Dad had growing up. He came from if-not-quite-poverty, something close to it. I was fairly oblivious to this as a youngster. However, one day I was telling my Dad how they had started teaching us how to use .22 rifles at camp (this was the early 1970s in the Midwest). He was pleased, as he had wanted me to start learning (busy doctors don’t often find time – He had pulled himself up by his bootstraps, and was running the lab of a middle sized hospital, and also teaching medicine at the local branch of the state university). He asked if we had used short rounds or super short rounds. I asked what a super short round was – and he explained they were just strong enough that you could shoot a bird off a roof, or a beam inside a barn, and not do any real damage if you missed. I asked why you would shoot birds like that and his face hardened a bit and he simply said “to eat”. That sank in … not sport hunting, not choosing delicious game – but shooting pigeons to be able to eat some nights. I have often thought about how hard he worked (he is retired now) and how much he provided … not just material things, but an example of work and self improvement and giving opportunity to your family.

  • On the proper way to drink wine, libertarian wise

    When it comes to imbibing the fine beverages of an alcoholic inclination, libertarians often hold their own. But I do seem to read about a bit of excessive consumption of barley products amongst them. Instead of fine wine, as the gods intended. Wine is in many ways superior to beer. It looks better, it smells better, and it tastes better. Wine glasses are more elegant than beer glasses. Wine takes longer to make and age than beer, another plus when it comes to judging quality. Like a fine aged prosciutto or jamon is better than whatever random ham.

    Now, normal I would drop some of this fine knowledge on you lot during belly up to the bar, but if I am awake at 2 am on a Friday, I am not on Glibertarians, wink wink nudge nudge know what I mean.

    Beer, my fine fellows, in many a circumstance, is not the drinks of the upper classes. As Any Fule Knos, libertarians are all selfish, greedy and, of course, filthy rich, and as such we are the upper classes. The exploiters of the proletariat. There is, I would assume, not one among us with less than 1 million dollars in the bank. And by bank, I mean gold coins in a secret vault, with a bathtub just in case. Otherwise, we would not be libertarians, would we?

    As socially aware individuals, we can’t just go out wearing our finest vintage top hat and diamond encrusted monocle and order up a pint. That just ain’t proper. What you need is the fine nectar of the vines, a good red wine or a good white, depending on the food and weather. It goes without saying that rosé wine is unacceptable, as rosé is for communists and high school kids, people with little understanding of the workings of the world.

    Now, if the situation may find you by the pool or near a grill laden with the flesh of birds and beasts, wearing a casual top hat and a sun monocle, maybe a good beer works fine, as refreshment and hydration. Also if there is somehow a requirement to watch a sporting event or other.

    Going out to eat or socialize with our upper-class peers, wine is a must. The question would be what wine. Even for the person educated in such matters, the sheer number and variety of wines out there means the choice may not always be straight forward. Now I would assume a restaurant a self-respecting glib would visit has a proper sommelier, trained from a young orphan in the fine art of finding the perfect wine for libertarians. In that case, do not hesitate to ask for an opinion, even if you may not take it.

    Some base rules for wine can be listed. Never buy the cheapest wine, like poor people, as that is just so gauche, or the most expensive one, as you risk looking like someone with more money than sense. This is important as you people represent the whole glibertarian community. We are an amorphous collective after all.

    Try to have some idea of countries, regions, and grapes. You can also learn a few random factoids about the major regions, the ones which will likely appear on most wine list. It will give you the chance to appear savvy as you throw a random comment here and there while reading the wine list. Avoid wines with gimmicky names and overly elaborate labels, as you will want to be classy.

    After selecting a bottle, the waiter will hopefully bring it to you and open it. When that happens, resist the urge of doing something profoundly silly, like smelling the cork – as some people, at least in Europe, somehow heard was a good idea. One would presume the waiter will not give you a corked wine, and one whiff of the glass should let you know if this is the case. If a decanter is available you can ask for the wine to be decanted if it is a fairly young tannic red. Or whatever really, if you like to see wine poured into a decanter. The waiter will pour some for you to taste – most decent ones do.

    When you taste the wine – and any decent place should offer a taste before pouring- take a smell and maybe a small sip to see if the wine is in any way defective. Do not describe it, praise it or whatever, as that is not the point of tasting. Just give the waiter a small nod and say fine in a soft voice, glacially accept his offering. You are doing him, after all, a favour for not smashing the bottle to the ground.

    If there is some fault, do not hesitate to return the wine. Now if the wine is fault free but you don’t like it, the opinions are split. Some would say return it anyway and try something else. I am not of this view. I believe if the wine is not defective, proper etiquette is to accept it, otherwise, the restaurant may waste a perfectly good bottle just because you do not know what to order. And that does not reflect well on the rest of us.

    Once the wine is poured, you may want to describe in more detail it in order to impress others. If you are alone, just raise your voice enough so people at other tables can hear you. Start with the basics – oak, tannin, acidity and the like. Use words like mouth-feel, finish, aftertaste… these sort of things. Then casually slip in how you sense a hint of leaf covered forest floor in the Rocky Mountains, in May at approximately 4000 feet altitude after a light rain, at about 7 pm, as there is no smell like it and it is definitely present in this wine. No one will be able to tell you any differently.

    Or you know, ignore the best advice and get a bottle of something palatable and drink it. What do I care? Just don’t come crying to me when your libertarian card gets revoked.

  • Father’s Day Morning Links

    Happy Father’s Day all you who one our staff said “thought unprotected sex was a good idea”. We will have a Father’s Day piece out later, so prepare your Dad Stories! But for now – frivolity reigns.

    I am going to go have a mug of coffee and get ready for today. Enjoy the day, Dad-Glibs.