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Bourbon Grilling Sauce by SPIt’s grilling season here in the upper portions of the USA. I’m not a huge fan of ketchup (too bland), nor many marinades and grilling sauces (too sweet). So I make my own.
These sauces work well on meat or vegetable proteins, like tofu or the ersatz “meats” from Gardein. The recipes are pretty balanced as written, but everyone has their own taste preferences. Adjust sweetness as desired. I absolutely detest Liquid Smoke, so get my smokiness from smoked peppers such as chipotle, smoked habaneros, or smoked paprika. Adjust the heat level according to your audience. I tend to ramp them up quite a bit from the starting points below.
As with many sauces, these get better as they sit and blend, so plan ahead for once in your life and make them a day or two before you want to use them. (I’d be looking at OMWC there, but he doesn’t need to make these since he has me.)
Bourbon Marinade
1/4 cup bourbon
1/4 cup water
2 tablespoons maple syrup (if not a fan of maple, you can sub honey)
2 tablespoons ketchup
1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
1/4 teaspoon ground ginger
pinch cayenne or chipotle
1. Whisk ingredients together in a shallow dish.
2. Add protein of choice and marinate overnight, or at least 8 hours.
Bourbon Grilling Sauce
1 cup bourbon
3/4 cup apple cider vinegar
1/2 cup ketchup
1/3 cup brown sugar
1 tablespoon tomato paste
1 tablespoon lemon juice
2 teaspoons liquid aminos (or Worcestershire sauce, if not vegetarian)
1 1/4 teaspoons minced garlic
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon chipotle powder or smoked paprika
1/2 teaspoon ground black pepper
1/4 teaspoon crushed red pepper
1/4 teaspoon dry mustard
1. Combine all ingredients with a whisk in a saucepan.
2. Simmer until desired consistency, about 45-60 minutes.
Bourbon Ketchup by SPBourbon Ketchup
16 ounces tomato puree
6 ounces tomato paste
1/4 cup brown sugar
1/4 cup bourbon
3 tablespoons apple cider vinegar
1 1/2 teaspoons liquid aminos (or Worcestershire sauce, if not vegetarian)
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
1 1/4 teaspoons garlic powder
1 teaspoon onion powder
1 teaspoon chipotle powder or smoked paprika
1/2 teaspoon ground black pepper
1. Combine all ingredients with a whisk in a saucepan.
2. Cook over medium heat until boiling.
3. Reduce heat and simmer for 15-20 minutes. Let cool.
4. Store in refrigerator, or portion into smaller containers and freeze.
(Featured image on front page by Flickr user respres.)
I apologize for the delay. Compiling the the Derponomicon was an excruciating task, and having to re-read is even more painful.
In this installment, I asked the prog to respond to 2 videos. The first was an argument against the income tax called “I’m allowed to rob you.” The speaker asks why a fancy piece of paper signed by a bunch of people makes it OK to rob someone.
The prog wrote:
“Ok, here it is; The problem (one of many) with Larkins argument is he is not an elected official in any position of leadership or authority. So his example is basically simplified nonsense. If he said he was going to come into your house and rob you, but then in return maintain your house, mow your lawn, fix the stairs and sidewalk and landscaping around your house, protect your house from foreign invaders and fire, and ensure that you receive electricity, food, and water through infrastructure that allows it’s easy transfer, he might have a point. You see for the taxes we pay aren’t just going to a bunch of “lazy freeloaders” who do nothing. A fraction. Of a percentage of our federal taxes go to the poor. A much larger percentage of our federal taxes goes to subsidize the very privatized industries that bring us things like food, fuel, electricity, and water…but we still have to PAY THEM out of our own pockets for the services they provide. Giving needy, desperate, destitute, and even lazy people that don’t want to work, the means to survive is essentially society’s payment to them to keep them from having to resort to crime and violence to feed their families. I am not sure who said it, but there is a quote out there that says “Taxes are the price we pay for civilization.” Every single day, no matter who you are, are benefitting from.the collective taxation of US citizens. Whether you walk on a sidewalk, turn on a light, use the internet, eat a candy bar, drive in a car, use a computer, use indoor plumbing, etc. All of these things have been facilitated by the government and would not exist in their current for if not for the organization and incentives the government provides. Perhaps instead of worrying about the crumbs the poor are tossed like so many pigeons behind a bakery dumpster, perhaps we should worry about the guys in business suits repossesing everything in the bakery and foreclosing on the property.”
The next video is a dialog between a human and an alien. The alien asks about government and its nature. It becomes clear that the essence of government is violence, which does not sit will with the human interlocutor.
For me, the best part is when the alien says: so you let politicians steal, enslave, and kill, because you’re afraid someone else might?
The prog wrote:
“As far as the British alien video…..I don’t even know where to begin on this one. It doesn’t really seem to be making a case for anything other than some of the laws we have are silly or superfluous. But I don’t think anyone would disagree that speeding laws, or traffic laws, or environmental laws, or drug laws, or gun laws, or many of the other laws we have are unnecessary. I find the ultimate irony is that many anti-government types take all their laws, like the one that tells them at all costs they must hate the gays, for instance, from a thousands of years old book of archaic and ridiculous laws written by men that thought the earth was flat. Truth of the matter is, if you want to live in a civilized society, there will be laws, and a system of government in place. It can’t just be the wild west all time. Look at these war torn lawless societies in Africa, even with all the rapes, child soldiers, and limb removal…it’s really hard to find anyone with any sort of quality of life. It’s easy to bitch about Mom and Dad when they are the only thing keeping warm and dry and fed. I find that anti-government sentiment is tantamount to a petulant 16 year old bitching about how much their parents suck, but without them, they’d be homeless, starving, sex slaves.”
*stuffs waffles and eggs into gob* Umph?! Oh, sorry about that….Links, uh…yeah. We got some links. *sets fork down* Let me go get them…. here they are. Enjoy! *returns to devouring eggs*
ZARDOZ NOT SUFFERING WITHDRAWAL STUFF NOW. BUT HE SEEM VERY TIRED, SO STEVE SMITH STILL DO LINKS. MANAGE TO FIT ENOUGH RAPE IN TOO. STEVE SMITH GOOD AT MULTITASKING. AND MULTIRAPING. HERE ARE LINKS.
America, in general, is a great place for libertarians. It is not perfect, of course, but to my knowledge, it is the only place on earth you can legally buy an ounce of weed and an AR 15 in the same day (although you may not want to publicly declare it since the weed is still federally regulated). In particular, our gun laws are some of the most permissive in the world, for better or worse, and we can own damn near anything we like. Our silencer laws, however, bite ass. For those that just woke up out of an extended coma or are learning English as a second language, silencers are long tubes you screw or clamp onto the muzzle of a gun which reduce the deafening boom accompanying a shot down to a more manageable level. They are also called suppressors or mufflers, the latter being probably the most accurate description since they function very much like the muffler of a car. They are primarily used for safety and comfort, since it is much nicer to not go deaf from your hobbies, and ear muffs can be uncomfortable and ineffective, along with other downsides. “Those sound like great inventions” you’re probably thinking. They are. Too bad they are damn near illegal here.
Pictured: Shit you can’t have.
You see, about 80 years ago, a bunch of politicians decided to take their first really big shit on the second amendment, and boy did they deliver. It’s called the National Firearms Act. You may have heard me talk about it once or twice, and I promise I will mention it again in the future because you will never love a woman (or man, if that’s your bag) as much as I hate that piece of legislation. The NFA put a de facto ban on a whole bunch of fun, useful, and constitutionally protected items, including silencers. The silencer regulation was particularly painful because it affects all silencers, for all guns, for all reasons. There is absolutely no way you can own or possess one without going through the NFA. There’s no decibel threshold for what constitutes a silencer, either. If it reduces the sound signature of a firearm in any noticeable way, it is considered a silencer. You literally cannot legally make your gun quieter. I don’t think it’s difficult to grasp how infuriatingly asinine it is to prohibit an item that is dangerously loud from being made safer to use. What really puts the corn kernels in this shit sandwich is that, by itself, a silencer is completely harmless. They’re regulating ownership of an overpriced piece of sewer pipe. In terms of lethality, it’s somewhere above a metal spatula and below a large flashlight.
If only the chainsaw was a little louder, we could have had a chance.
The thinking (and I use that word as loosely as possible) behind it is that criminals use silencers to muffle their murderous gunshots during crimes, thereby delaying or avoiding police intervention. Sounds reasonable, right? Except that it’s 100% horseshit. A silencer doesn’t actually silence anything, it simply reduces the sound of the gunshot down to hearing safe levels, and even with a silencer many guns still do require hearing protection. A silenced gun is still about as loud as a chainsaw or an ambulance siren. I don’t hear any morons in congress talking about making those louder for safety. Imagine if a law was introduced severely restricting mufflers on passenger vehicles in order to reduce collisions. It would be laughed right out of Congress, but change ‘cars’ to ‘guns’ and suddenly it’s common sense regulation!
To put this in perspective, a number of countries with significantly more restrictive firearm laws not only allow but encourage ownership and usage of silencers on firearms. Places like Norway, New Zealand, and Poland have essentially no restrictions at all on silencers, and even the gun hating utopia of the UK is relatively lax in their silencer ownership laws. When you’re doing worse than the UK at something gun related, you know you’ve got problems.
See this guy? FUCK THIS GUY! FUCK HIM RIGHT IN THE EAR!
There is, however, some hope on the horizon. a few years ago some politicians got together and introduced the Hearing Protection Act, a name which puts a big trollish grin on my face every time I read it. The HPA would take silencers out of the purview of the NFA and treat them like a gun, requiring only a 4473 and a background check to purchase. It had fairly broad support in Congress, but never went anywhere because chocolate Jesus would have vetoed it on the spot. That all changed when Big Donny Sixgun came to town, though. With orange being the new black, the HPA has a real shot at getting passed. That shot got a little bit louder (or is it quieter?) recently when some clever fellow in Congress (oxymoron, I know) decided to roll all of the major provisions of the HPA into an otherwise boring little piece of paper called the ‘Sportsmen Heritage and Recreational Enhancement Act’ or SHARE Act. I wonder how much they pay people to come up with names for these bills. Is that where greeting card writers go after they’re promoted? Anywho, the bill was scheduled for a hearing on Wednesday, but some fucking dicknose bernie bro douche canoe had to go and put bullet holes in a couple of politicians that morning, and the hearing has been canceled until further notice. So, if that was your ultimate goal, you fuckstick, then mission accomplished. I am going to break my foot off in your ass when I see you in hell.
Congratulations to Texans, who can once again legally carry Bowie knives to better kill each other defend themselves with as of September 1. (Here’s the legendary providence of the Bowie Knife — used to kill a corrupt Sheriff.)
“Jeder nach seinen Fähigkeiten, jedem nach seinen Bedürfnissen.” – Karl Marx
Corrado Gini
“Again, it will be like a man going on a journey, who called his servants and entrusted his wealth to them. To one he gave five bags of gold, to another two bags, and to another one bag, each according to his ability. [Wealth Gini Coefficent=.333] Then he went on his journey. The man who had received five bags of gold went at once and put his money to work and gained five bags more. So also, the one with two bags of gold gained two more. But the man who had received one bag went off, dug a hole in the ground and hid his master’s money.
“After a long time the master of those servants returned and settled accounts with them. The man who had received five bags of gold brought the other five. ‘Master,’ he said, ‘you entrusted me with five bags of gold. See, I have gained five more.’
“His master replied, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master’s happiness!’
“The man with two bags of gold also came. ‘Master,’ he said, ‘you entrusted me with two bags of gold; see, I have gained two more.’
“His master replied, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master’s happiness!’
“Then the man who had received one bag of gold came. ‘Master,’ he said, ‘I knew that you are a hard man, harvesting where you have not sown and gathering where you have not scattered seed. So I was afraid and went out and hid your gold in the ground. See, here is what belongs to you.’ [Wealth Gini Coefficent=.400]
“His master replied, ‘You wicked, lazy servant! So you knew that I harvest where I have not sown and gather where I have not scattered seed? Well then, you should have put my money on deposit with the bankers, so that when I returned I would have received it back with interest.
“‘So take the bag of gold from him and give it to the one who has ten bags. [Wealth Gini Coefficent=.489] For whoever has will be given more, and they will have an abundance. Whoever does not have, even what they have will be taken from them. And throw that worthless servant outside, into the darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.’ — Matthew 25:14-30, New International Version, bolding and bracketed comments blasphemously added by robc
Jesus seems to go against Marx from the beginning, as the rich man gives his servants money to take care of according to their abilities. The inequalities start then, but are relatively low at a Gini Coefficient (GC) of .333. Due to the men’s work investing the money, the GC increases to .400 by the time the wealthy man returns from his journey. And when the one man fails to invest properly, the GC is increased by taking his gold away. And not only is it then given to someone wealthier, but to the wealthiest of the servants, increasing the GC up to .489.
While there was an increase in inequality due to the malinvestment by the last servant, there was an even larger change increase in inequality by the redistribution from the poorest to the wealthiest.
“Goddam invasive species!” Florida Man shouted, firing several more rounds into the python that had just strangled his goat. “Fuck you right in your… do pythons have asses or just a single opening?” Several of his minions looked at one in particular. What was his name? DeWayne? DeWitt? Whatever his name was, he was apparently into snakes. Sexually.
“No, boss, they just got one opening. Its got a reallll good squeeze if you know what I mean.”
How in the hell could he ever rule Florida, driving the old and the tourists before him, making the Seminole tribal wealth his own, establishing the seat of his power at the top of the phallic Capitol with minions like this? Florida Man shot DeWhatever until the slide locked. The minion twitched, kicked, and gurgled for a ridiculously long time. Some of these minions were harder to kill than a palmetto bug. Probably the fact that some of those guys couldn’t possibly have a functioning brain. It was like watching Paul Reubens die in Buffy.
We bring in the goats to eat the kudzu, we bring in the pythons to…
The goat being dead was a problem. A Santeria priest was supposed to sacrifice that goat in the dark of the new moon to remove any curses from Florida Man’s soul. That goat. Not another one. He’d already lost two minions to chupacabra duty (or maybe a hungry Skunk Ape — there wasn’t much left of the minions or the animal — hard to believe anything would like the taste of that weary keyboard warrior) and killed another who thought it was dinner on the hoof. And now a damned python had strangled it. Fuck!
Pulling his cellphone from his utility belt, Florida Man called the priest’s 900 number. Papa Voudoun was the most in demand curse-lifter in Southern Florida. Weirdly, sometimes Papa Voudoun sounded Haitian and sometimes Hayseed. Like maybe he was possessed or something.
“Papa Voudon, Florida Man.
“No, no. THE Florida Man! Right! Yes.
“Listen, I have some… news about that goat I was supposed to get you… It got strangled by a python…
“I know… They totally should have an open season.
“Absolutely… Criminal that our delicate ecosystem is being raped by these invaders…
“Like the boys from the Islands? I thought you… Ohhh. Right. Yeah. Those Puerto Ricans…
“So about that goat…
“Wait, it transferred its power to the python? But I shot the python!
“The curse is worse?! How do I get it removed?
“A new goat and a $5000 pair of cayman-skin boots size 11EE?
“Papa Voudoun! Did the police just knock at your door? Anthony Jefferson?! That ain’t no voodoo name!
“Medicare fraud? You… Monster!”
Florida Man turned to two of his minions. “Get yourselves down to Miami. Punch a cop. Get arrested. I want you to find Anthony Jefferson in the jail and see if he really knows voodoo. Beat him until he curses you and see if you die badly. Go.”
Florida Man jumped on his airboat. He’d heard stories of a more aggressive Nile crocodile in the swamps. Fake voodoo priests! He’d feed that fake priest to an invasive crocodile and then kill it and have boots made. And then give them to a Puerto Rican! Maybe that would break the curse.
Hoo-boy! Was I ever wrong about the scores at the US Open. Rickie Fowler is leading the way at -7. That’s right…-7. At the US open. Now I don’t know how well those scores will hold up if the wind kicks up a bit and the rains stay away (which I hope will happen), but that’s a Byron Nelson Classic score, not a US Open score on a course that’s unbelievably long. So, all things considered, it was an incredible day for a bunch of guys even with some favorable weather conditions.
Rick Pitino
Not much else in the sports world (except for one story I will address below). LaVarr Ball probably said some stupid shit. Some baseball was played (but the Astros were off). And the NCAA dropped the hammer on Louisville and Rick Pitino for hiring strippers and whores for basketball prospects. An incredulous Rick Pitino said he has lost faith in the NCAA. The same Rick Pitino that has gotten every college team he has coached in trouble with the NCAA and has a well-earned reputation for being a sleazy, underhanded cunt. I know there are a few Louisville fans here, but I’m sorry. Your coach is cancer.
That’s it. So now we’re on to…the links!
Stop trying to make this shit happen. Nobody with an ounce of brains or sanity wants it to happen. And the marketplace of a few Brooklyn neighborhoods ain’t enough to sustain profitability. Those rooftop beekeepers and unicycle enthusiasts on a staycation do not represent the American man.
The only people more retarded than the ones in that above link are the ones in this link. Seriously. What. The. Fuck?
Pete Rose: incredible baseball player
Here’s the aforementioned sports story: The National Baseball Hall Of Fame has upheld Pete Rose’s lifetime ban. The one he voluntarily signed when he admitted to having gambled on baseball while he was a manager. Good. Fuck Pete Rose. I drove by Jonathan’s Cafe in Franklin, Ohio in the morning a million times growing up and saw his Lamborghini with “4192” on the license plates on plenty of those trips. Everybody knew he was in there gambling. Everybody knew it was against the rules. And I have no sympathy for the asshole that turned me off from baseball for damn near a decade when I grew up idolizing him from the green seats behind first base at Riverfront. I hope he gets into the Hall…about two weeks after they chuck his dead body in the dirt.