Proof Positive: 2020

Thursday, December 31, 2020

Vintage Babes of the Week

Tonight's Vintage Babes of the Week are ringing in a new and improved year!

Quote du jour

Then again, comparing “Wonder Woman” to its ghastly sequel is enough to make one lunge for a fistful of Advil.

-Christian Toto

Wednesday, December 30, 2020

Quote du jour

“It is easy enough to be friendly to one's friends. But to befriend the one who regards himself as your enemy is the quintessence of true religion. The other is mere business.”

- Mahatma Gandhi

Tuesday, December 29, 2020

Quote du jour

It has been the great tragedy of our time that people were taught to read and not taught to reason.

- G.K. Chesterton

Monday, December 28, 2020

Quote du jour

“Erscht kumme mich, kumme mich, eerst dich, awwer net zeit"
- Lancaster Dutch proverb

– First me, then me, after that you. But not for a long time.”

Sunday, December 27, 2020

Quote du jour

"Cheer up! You are far worse than you think and God's grace is greater than you've ever dared hope."

- Jack Miller

Saturday, December 26, 2020

Happy Boxing Day!

I'm sure this photo captures the essence of the day, right??

Best of the Web*

*…that Dave and I have seen all week!

(BTW, if you wonder where any of the links will take you, hover your cursor over the link.)
Editor's Note: You may have noticed the BotW is a little late this AM. I blame myself. I jokingly told the staff they could have Christmas day off if they wanted and the little beggars actually took me up on it! No figgy pudding for them!
Political/SocioEconomic
Raphael Warnock: Dindu Nuffin

Culture
‘Happy Trails, Hans’: What Is Everybody’s Favorite Christmas Movie Really About?
Feel-Good Friday

Photoshops/Cartoons/Graphics
Flopping Aces -Sunday Funnies

Sunday Funnies, 12-20-20
Today's Toons 12/16/20
Today's Toons 12/17/20
Today's Toons 12/18/20
Today's Toons 12/21/20
Today's Toons 12/22/20

Linkfests:
Larwyn’s Linx: Trump campaign independently filing with Supreme Court over election results
In The Mailbox: 12.21.20
Larwyn’s Linx: Concede only that Trump won
In The Mailbox: 12.23.20 (Afternoon Edition)
Larwyn’s Linx: Our Upside-down Postelection World
In The Mailbox: 12.24.20 (Afternoon Edition)
Larwyn’s Linx: U.S. Supreme Court Pushes Off Pennsylvania Case Until After Inauguration Day
In The Mailbox: 12.24.20 (Christmas Eve Edition)
Larwyn’s Linx: The Mushrooming of the 2020 US Election

Dave's Rule Five Roundup:
Proof Positive - Vintage Babes of the Week - are in a festive mood and Best of the Web

Animal Magnetism - CHRISTMAS EVE 2020

By Other Means - Tuesday Tap Rack and Bang, BeCos(play) It's Friday and Seeing Red

Evi L. Bloggerlady - Hansel and Gretel 🎭

Ninety Miles From Tyranny - Hot Pick, Girls With Guns, Morning Mistress and Blogs With Rule 5 Links

Pitsnipes Gripes- Just a simple tribute

Grouchy Old Cripple - Saturday Boobage

Irons in the Fire - Friday Data and ... Saturday Data Overflow

The Feral Irishman - Friday Femme Fatale

The Daley Gator - Daley Babe

Diogenes Middle Finger News - A Good Monday Morning

A View from the Beach - Rule 5 Saturday - Dominique Swain and Fish Pic Friday

24 Femmes Per Second - Lee Remick

Knuckledraggin My Life Away - I'm sure she's taken, men And ... I’ll leave you with this

American Power - Christmas Women

Woodsterman - Rule 5 Woodsterman Style

The Other McCain - Rule 5 Sunday: Santa Ereshkigal

The Pirates Cove - If All You See ... and Sorta Blogless Sunday Pinup

Wired Right - A Beautiful End to the Day

The View from LadyLake - I hate when they do that.

The Right Way - Friday Babe and ... Rule 5 Saturday LinkOrama

Quote du jour

The poorest in America live better than medieval kings, and though every man should seek to improve his lot in life, one should never despise the blessing of having been born in America.
-Mike B

Friday, December 25, 2020

A Little Christmas Day Music

Shawn Phillips - A Christmas Song

From the archives...

I first heard this song when the 45 single* was delivered to the college radio station where I was working.

From Shawn's website:

"The Christmas Song was written in a hotel room in Rome, in 1969. I can't remember what I was in Rome for, but it was close to Christmas, and I started thinking about that, and all that entailed, and I wanted to tell the story somewhat differently, and make it fun. A few months later, when we were recording Second Contribution, I played the song for Jonathan Weston, and he didn't want to waste any of the studio time we had. I was determined to get it on tape. So when he and the engineer Robin Cable went out for a dinner break, I got on the phone, and gathered together 19 musicians, and I had everyone of them set up with microphones, and had the levels set, we'd rehearsed it several times, and we were sitting in the studio, and then Jonathan, and Robin walked into the control room. I just told Robin to roll the tape. It was done in the first take."

On the recording, there's a bit of a false start. Shawn gives an infectious, joyous laugh and says "I think that's tremendous" and then launches into the song. I think I love that laughter as much as I love the song.

I posted the song in 2010. I wasn't going to post it again, but then I got an Anonymous comment on that 2010 post that made me change my mind. Let me share it with you...

I have been trying to figure out who did this song and what it was called. Thanks a million. I would also like to find the version with the false start, but I can't find the title "A Christmas Song" on Itunes, but I'm willing to sample each song to find it! I had googled "I think that's tremendous" before, but since it wasn't that unique a sentence, I got nowhere. Even adding christmas music to the search came up dry, and I eventually stopped trying. But I was looking for something else, thought I'd give it another try, and here you are. Thanks a million more times.

I can identify with that. I can think of things that I searched and searched for and pretty much given up hope of ever finding. And then, for some reason, a spark of hope wells up within you and tells you you've got nothing to lose by looking one more time, and...there it is.

"I think that's tremendous". I do, too. More now than ever. I don't always comment on the videos I post, but I did on this one, ten years ago now, and mentioned the very words that weren't in the video I posted then, the only ones our friend here knew to search for. What is it the Good Book says? Seek and ye shall find"?

I don't know what you're looking for this Christmas, but maybe it's too soon to give up looking for it now. You just never know!

Merry Christmas to you and yours! God bless us every one!

(Revised from an earlier post, with updated video)

*For those of you not born in the right century, a '45 single' refers to an analog recording on a vinyl disc, approximately 7" in diameter, with a 1.5" diameter hole in the middle, played at 45 r.p.m. on a 'record player' or 'turntable'. It had a recording on both sides. The secondary recording was on what was commonly known as the "B" side.

The storage capacity of a 45 single was probably an average of about 2 minutes per side. Your grandparents changed records a lot. On record players with an automatic spindle, you could stack 10, 45 singles, for approximately 20 minutes of semi interrupted play.

Quote du jour

And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed.
(And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.)
And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.
And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:)
To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.
And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.
And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.
And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.
And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.
And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.
For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.
And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us.
And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger.
And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child.
And all they that heard it wondered at those things which were told them by the shepherds.
But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart.
And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told unto them.
- Luke 2: 1-20

Thursday, December 24, 2020

Christmas Truce of World War I -- Joyeux Noel

A short glimpse (less than 15 minutes) into how men can be convinced to stop killing each other, if only for a brief period of time.

The Other Gift of the Magi

From the archives:

It's nearly Christmas. No, not when I'm writing this, but when it will see the light of day. It's July and I'm slipping this into a time capsule for revival when the frost is on the bumpkins and the chestnuts are in the fire.

When I was a lad, about eight or nine, as I recall, twelve tops, we were living in southern Indiana. Jeffersonville. (Hopefully Thomas and not Davis, or the PC crowd will change it!) One year, my older brother and sister saw a design in some magazine for some handmade, do-it-yourself jewelry. Earrings, pins, necklaces... something like that. I vaguely remember they were made out of cork balls and a little bit of black velvet ribbon and pins through glass beads.
(Actually, they kind of put me in mind of those old WWII sea mines with all the spikes all over them, but very colorful and festive! )

I was the youngest of we three and not terrible suited for production. The big kids handled that. I was in sales. I was youngest and thereby the cutest of the bunch. (No brag, just fact!) So I was delegated to go door to door in the cold December winds and sell these bits of jewelry and perhaps some clumps of mistletoe as well, tied up with red curling ribbon.

Anyhow, out into the cruel December winter trudged I, with a sack or a wagon or some such, I don't recall, full of Christmacy merchandise to sell. 'Tis the season! My siblings had set the prices (marketing) and as I recall I did pretty well the first couple of houses. By the time I got to about the third door, the homeowner must have startled me, or I was nervous about talking to strangers, because when they opened the door they demanded "how much for the small jewelry?" For, you see, there were two sizes, a large and a small, appropriately priced, the larger sizes more than the smaller. Higher labor and material costs, don'tcha know?

For some reason, I got rattled and recited the large jewelry price for the smaller jewelry. Before I could correct myself, the homeowner agreed, paid the price and I was on my way before I fully realized what had happened. Our goods were underpriced for what the market would bear! Since I was the only member of the corporation onsite, I gave myself a small promotion to Joint marketing and Sales, and proceeded to quote the higher prices for the rest of the day.

Now as a kid, I was always good at math, and I knew how many units I had started out with and how many I had sold, and at what prices. So I subtracted the original price of the merchandise, and put the difference into pocket number one. The rest of the money went into pocket number two. Upon my return, cold, slightly frostbitten and hungry, I gave my siblings the entire contents of pocket number two.

They were delighted! Look how much money they had made, from the warmth and comfort of their own living room no less! As management, they then divided up the profits and gave me my share. An honest wage for an honest day's work! I'm sure they were thinking what a chump I was to work all day in the cold and how smart they were to have talked me into it!

I was then rewarded with a bonus for being 'Salesman of the Year', with the content of pocket number one. The awards ceremony was intimate, restricted solely to the sales force, without whom the company would not long survive.

I can't remember if I've ever told this story to my brother or sister. I'm pretty sure the statute of limitations has run out. Think I'll print this out and put it in their Christmas cards. If I live 'til New Years, I'll let you know how that worked out!

A Little Christmas Eve Music

Christmas Guitar Music - 1 Hour of Peaceful, Instrumental Christmas Carols

Vintage Babes of the Week

Tonight's Vintage Babes are in a holiday mood!

I've Got Dr. Fauci Hanging On Line One!

Bells on Bobbed Tails Ring, Making Spirits Bright...

I just noticed on our holiday logo above, I do believe those are bells on bobbed tails!
Truth IS stranger than fiction!

A Little Seasonal Music

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas - Charlie Byrd

Quote du jour

“Why do we close our eyes when we pray, and we cry, when we kiss, and when we dream; because the most beautiful things in our life are not seen but felt only by the heart.”

- Unknown

Wednesday, December 23, 2020

A Little Seasonal Music

Noel Paul Stookey - Christmas Dinner

Quote du jour

“The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.”

- O. Henry

Tuesday, December 22, 2020

Green Christmas

STAN FREBERG - Green Christmas (1958)

A Little Seasonal Music

Hark! The Herald Angels Sing - Charlie Byrd

Quote du jour

“Santa Claus has the right idea. Visit people only once a year.”

— Victor Borge

Monday, December 21, 2020

An Alternative Global Warming Theory

What is human body temperature? 98.6° Fahrenheit, right? But is that set in stone? I was in my doctor's office a few months ago, when he noted, in passing, that people's average body temperature was changing, possibly going up a degree? So, what if this "climate change" is not global warming at all? Maybe humans are evolving into more efficient furnaces to burn those calories? Maybe the rising temperatures on the planet are not from CO2 at all, but from all the excess heat we're throwing off?
Think about it. If the average body temperature goes up by a single degree, and there are 7.8 Billion people on the planet, that's 7.8 Billion degrees of heat being thrown off!
I'm melting an iceberg just thinking about it! I need some kind of a racket like Al Gore so I can make some money off this!

A Little Seasonal Music

White Christmas - Charlie Byrd

For Those of You Who Are Missing the True Spirit of Christmas...

...you can build a gingerbread Millennium Falcon!

Your prices may vary!

Quote du jour

"It was psychobabbler Abraham Maslow who wrote of the phenomena of self-actualization. What Maslow failed to grasp is that reaching true self-actualization can only be ultimately achieved when you have your own brand of ammunition."

- Ted Nugent

Sunday, December 20, 2020

A Little Sunday Night Music

Coventry Carol - Charlie Byrd

Stephen’s Feast

Owen was on his way home, tired and hungry after a long day at work. It was the day after Christmas, but someone had to staff the office even though it was usually a very quiet day. He had volunteered, so that all his married colleagues could spend an extra day home with their families. There was no one for him to celebrate with, not even a dog, so he didn’t mind coming into work right after the holiday.

The weather wasn’t looking good; it had been cloudy all day, with a couple of brief showers, but now it was threatening heavy rain. It would be a long drive home, as he lived over 25 miles away from the office–freeway driving most of the way, but always slow and tricky in bad weather. Better stop and get some dinner now, he thought. Maybe that BBQ place—yeah, that would taste good! I’m really hungry. I’ll get a BBQ sandwich meal for tonight and an extra sandwich for tomorrow’s lunch. And maybe an extra side—two are never enough. Their sides are good enough for a meal on their own… I just hope they haven’t run out of anything!

He reached the BBQ place and turned into the parking lot. He went inside, breathing in the delicious smell as soon as he opened the door. As he stood in line, he went through the usual uncertainty of which of the sides he would order. They offered six, but he knew he should limit himself to three. By the time he reached the front of the line, he had decided on the mac and cheese and the cole slaw, with corn muffins extra. As he was ordering, though, he kept thinking about the fries. Regular or sweet potato? I’m so hungry… The young boy behind the counter waited patiently while Owen thought, clearly used to patrons’ indecision about sides. “And regular fries, too,” Owen finally announced. As he waited for his order to be assembled, he noticed that some light rain was starting to fall. Owen added a large cup of coffee to his order, realizing that it could be a while before he reached home, and he might need it.

Owen paid for the food and the full bag was handed over. He left the BBQ place and hurried to his car, dodging raindrops. He considered putting the bag on the seat next to him, so he could snack on the fries at least, but decided to wait until he got home. If he put it behind his seat, he wouldn’t be tempted to eat while driving. Man gets into accident on the freeway while eating cole slaw during rainstorm; details at 11, he laughed to himself.

It wasn’t far from the BBQ place to the freeway. As he approached the on-ramp, he saw a hitchhiker by the entrance, holding a cardboard sign that read, “Porterville”. He knew that city was about 150 miles to the north. Bad night for hitchhiking such a long distance, he thought. And the man had no umbrella or overcoat, just a yellow rain poncho over his shoulders. Owen passed him by, heading north on the freeway—but continued to think about the man, sitting on the side of the road as a rainstorm was just about to hit. Abruptly, he got off at the next exit, turned left onto the overpass, and got back on the freeway heading south. At the next exit, he repeated the moves. Owen pulled to the side of the road right at the on-ramp and honked at the hitchhiker, who quickly got into the car, carrying a small shoulder pack. Owen told him he was going about 25 miles north, towards Porterville, and would drop him at the freeway entrance where he turned off.

He got back on the freeway just as it started to rain harder. The hitchhiker peered out through the windshield and said, “Looks like this’ll be coming down for a while. Thanks for picking me up.”

The man was shivering slightly. “Pretty cold out there, right?” Owen asked. He turned the heat up in the car. Glancing sideways, Owen saw that the hitchhiker was on the thin side and looked very tired. “Take off your poncho if you like,” he told the man. “Saw your sign– Porterville. How long you been on the road?”

The hitchhiker pulled the poncho off, rolled it up, and shoved it down by his feet. “I left Madison City early this morning. I was hoping to make it to Porterville by nightfall, but haven’t had many rides, and most of them were short. I guess the weather hasn’t helped.” He looked out the window again as the rain increased. After a moment, Owen remarked, “I haven’t been to Porterville for a long time.”

“I’ve never been there. But my sister lives there, with her family. We’ve talked on the phone. She’s happy there; sounds like a nice place. I wanted to surprise her and make it there by Christmas. Didn’t manage that, but I called her and let her know that I was on my way. She said that’d be a pretty nice Christmas present.” He paused for a moment. “I haven’t seen her in a long time. Years,” he added. He looked over at Owen and said, “Thanks for picking me up. Maybe I’ll make it there tonight after all.”

“No problem. By the way, my name’s Owen.” He took one hand off the wheel and held it out to the other man while introducing himself.

The man grinned. “Very glad to meet you, Owen. I’m Steve.” They shook hands and then settled back into a comfortable silence.

The rain came down harder and Owen put the windshield wipers on high; they made a hypnotic sound as they swept from side to side. He wondered to himself what was going to happen to his passenger if he didn’t make his destination that night—because it seemed more than likely that he wouldn’t. Owen turned on the CD player; soft instrumental Christmas music filled the car. “That’s nice,” said Steve, and then he took a deep breath. “Sure smells good in here,” he said.

“I stopped for some BBQ sandwiches,” Owen said. “You want one? Reach behind my seat and get the bag.” “I can’t eat your dinner,” Steve replied. “What will you eat then?” “Don’t worry, I bought two sandwiches. There’s one to share.”

“Well, if you’re sure…thanks.” Steve reached behind Owen’s seat and carefully lifted the heavy bag and put it on his lap. He opened it and got out one of the wrapped sandwiches.

“There should be a fork and napkins in there, and some sides. They always come with sides. Help yourself to anything—I’m not very hungry, but they always include sides, so I take them.”

Nodding his thanks, Steve started in on the sandwich. He ate rather quickly. He must be really hungry, Owen said to himself. Then he remembered something. “Here, better have this coffee too. It’ll be cold before I can get it home.” He lifted the covered cup out of the cup holder and handed it to the man.

“Thanks a lot,” Steve said as he grasped the cup, uncovered it, and took a drink before putting it back into the holder. “Hey, man, God bless you. I haven’t had much to eat today. This is really nice of you.” He finished the sandwich and started to open the container of one of the sides. It was the mac and cheese; Owen tried not to look as Steve finished it off and started on the cole slaw, while drinking the coffee. He went by that BBQ place twice a day during the week—he could always get more. He was glad he had something to share.

The light had almost faded completely by now and the rain was coming down in sheets, off and on. Owen kept his eyes on the road and the rear-view mirror for the next few miles. There wasn’t much traffic, but visibility was bad and there was always the chance of a skid with the roads this wet. While he concentrated on driving at a safe, reduced speed, he wondered how his passenger would manage to get a ride in this pouring rain. No one will want to pick him up this time of night–he’ll be dripping wet and it’ll be dark. He’ll have to sleep under the overpass, or at a bus stop or something. He might even get sick. He considered this for a while, and then turned to Steve to ask him what his emergency plans were. But Steve had fallen asleep, still holding the empty coffee cup. Owen reached over, gently took it from his hand, and put it in the cup holder. Steve didn’t stir. Long day, full stomach, warm car—he’ll sleep for quite a while, I think. He probably really needs that.

Owen continued to drive in silence, with only the sound of the windshield wipers to accompany his thoughts. Just then, he saw a mileage sign—½ mile to his turnoff, 125 miles to Porterville. Only a couple hours more. IF he gets a ride. Owen looked over at the sleeping man again, frowning slightly.

Without being fully conscious of his decision, he drove past his exit and continued north on the freeway. With any luck, he’ll sleep most of the way, so no arguments—and he’ll be rested, ready to see the family. They’ll still be up, maybe, and be glad to see him. Owen smiled, thinking about Steve seeing his sister again, after years of separation. It won’t be too long of a ride back. Anyway, I like driving.

He continued down the road, navigating carefully through the downpour. But even through the rain, he could still see many strings of colored lights on either side of the road–still brightly shining, this first day after Christmas.

@2019, Mary M. Isaacs

From the book Christ Child’s Lullaby. Get it here on Amazon.

Author’s note:

The title, “Stephen’s Feast”, refers not only to the hitchhiker having a good meal, but also to St. Stephen’s Day (The Feast Day of St. Stephen)–December 26, the day after Christmas, which is when the story is set.
More importantly, the entire story is a contemporary interpretation of my favorite Christmas carol, “Good King Wenceslas”. The first line of that carol is “Good King Wenceslas looked out/on the Feast of Stephen…” i.e., the carol takes place on December 26. You might want to look up the words if you don’t know them all.

“Owen” is the closest name I could get to Wenceslas. The hitchhiker is the “poor man” in the carol whom the “king” [Owen] spies through his window [car window] on December 26. The boy at the BBQ place is the “page” who supplies Owen with “flesh, wine, and pine logs” [the BBQ sandwiches and sides, the hot coffee, and the warm car].

The carol ends with the words, “Therefore, Christian men be sure/Wealth or rank possessing/Ye who now shall bless the poor/Shall yourselves find blessing.” At the end of the story, Steve is blessed and Owen is happy with what he has done.

Quote du jour

I prefer peace. But if trouble must come, let it come in my time, so that my children can live in peace.

- Thomas Paine

Saturday, December 19, 2020

A Little Saturday Night Music

Dusty Miller Hornpipe and Fugue In A Major for Strings, Brass and 5 String Banjo - John Hartford

Best of the Web*

*…that Dave and I have seen all week!

(BTW, if you wonder where any of the links will take you, hover your cursor over the link.)

Political/SocioEconomic

Ilhan Omar wants to blame and prosecute Trump for US coronavirus deaths

Culture

Can Mere Words Describe How Bad ‘Doctor’ Jill Biden’s Dissertation Really Is?
Feel-Good Friday

Photoshops/Cartoons/Graphics
Flopping Aces -Sunday Funnies
Today's Toons 12/9/20
Sunday Funnies 12-13-20
Today's Toons 12/10/20
Today's Toons 12/11/20
Today's Toons 12/14/20
Today's Toons 12/15/20

Linkfests:
Larwyn’s Linx: Statistical Evidence of Dominion Election Fraud? Time to Audit the Machines
In The Mailbox: 12.14.20
Larwyn’s Linx: Senator James Lankford Outlines Concerns With Voter Confidence in 2020 Election Outcome
In The Mailbox: 12.15.20

In The Mailbox: 12.16.20

In The Mailbox: 12.17.20

Dave's Rule Five Roundup:

Proof Positive - Vintage Babe of the Week - Daliah Lavi! and Best of the Web

Animal Magnetism - RULE FIVE OPTIONS FRIDAY

redpilljew - Gratuitous Rule Five Friday: Nazgul

By Other Means - Tuesday Tap Rack and Bang, BeCos(play) It's Friday and Seeing Red

Evi L. Bloggerlady - Boris Godounov 🎭

Ninety Miles From Tyranny - Hot Pick, Girls With Guns, Morning Mistress and Blogs With Rule 5 Links

Pitsnipes Gripes- Just a simple tribute

Grouchy Old Cripple - Saturday Boobage

Irons in the Fire - Friday Data and ... Saturday Data Overflow

The Feral Irishman - Friday Femme Fatale

The Daley Gator - Daley Babe

Diogenes Middle Finger News - A Good Monday Morning

A View from the Beach - Rule 5 Saturday - That Lost Girl - Anna Silk and Fish Pic Friday

24 Femmes Per Second - Audrey Hepburn

Knuckledraggin My Life Away - I'm sure she's taken, men And ... I’ll leave you with this

American Power - Women Enjoying the Sun

Woodsterman - Rule 5 Woodsterman Style

The Other McCain - Rule Five Sunday: Santa Upton

The Pirates Cove - If All You See ... and Sorta Blogless Sunday Pinup

Wired Right - A Beautiful End to the Day

The View from LadyLake - I hate when they do that.

The Right Way - Friday Babe and ... Rule 5 Saturday LinkOrama

Quote du jour

I didn't mean to say you looked fat. I merely pointed out that you make "Reubenesque" look anorexic!

-Mike B

Friday, December 18, 2020

The Poetry Corner

Oh, there once was a Puffin
Just the shape of a muffin,
And he lived on an island
In the bright blue sea!

He ate little fishes,
That were most delicious,
And he had them for supper
And he had them for tea.

But this poor little Puffin,
He couldn’t play nothin’,
For he hadn’t anybody
To play with at all.

So he sat on his island,
And he cried for awhile, and
He felt very lonely,
And he felt very small.

Then along came the fishes,
And they said, “If you wishes,
You can have us for playmates,
Instead of for tea!”

So they now play together,
In all sorts of weather,
And the Puffin eats pancakes,
Like you and like me.

-Florence Page Jaques

Quote du jour

“My opponent was literally in bed with Chinese intelligence” will make a hell of a good attack ad.

- @jimgeraghty, on Eric Swalwell

Thursday, December 17, 2020

Vintage Babe of the Week

Tonight's Vintage Babe of the Week is Daliah Lavi!

Quote du jour

"More than once, I’ve said “screw the Chinese communists.” Little did I know how closely Swalwell was listening."

-Ted Cruz

Wednesday, December 16, 2020

"Ladies and Gentlemen, In the Next Life You May Experience Some Turbulence"

We need to buy our ministers first class seats. Then, as soon as the "fasten seat beat" sign goes off, he can get up and turn to his congregation and start his sermon.

Quote du jour

I thought of trying to rewrite the newsletter with no Fs at all. (After breaking the "F" key on his Macbook). There’s a word for that: lipogram, from the Greek word (λειπογράμματος) meaning “leaving out a letter.” Lipograms are a kind of literary stunt. A famous one was the novel Gadsby, which contains about 50,000 words but no letter E. Some works omit a letter by accident (there is no X or Z in “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”), but the writer of a lipogram does it on purpose.

- Kevin Williamson

Tuesday, December 15, 2020

Pothole Pete Buttigieg

The pothole situation in South Bend is so dire that its residents pleaded with Domino’s Pizza to step in and fix the situation.

The Most Interesting Biden

Quote du jour

“Concession in the political space is an acknowledgment that the process was fair. And I don’t believe that to be so.”
-Stacey Abrams
Thus, according to the "Abrams Doctrine", Trump should never concede.

Monday, December 14, 2020

No Ant Left Behind

I saw this little guy in my kitchen this AM, bearing the body of one of his fallen comrades. Sadly, he didn't seem to know where he was going, and wandered up and down the sink and aimlessly across the countertop. Still, you have to admire his spunk.

Update: It's been over an hour. He's still wandering around carrying his little burden. I assume it's a "he" because he hasn't stopped to ask for directions yet!

Regarding Jill Biden...

Three out of four doctors say Jill's right to be called doctor is as good as theirs! pic.twitter.com/TFoBGNKNKr
— 🇺🇸Reverend Dr. Mike a.k.a. Proof Emeritus🇺🇸 (@ProofBlog) December 14, 2020

Quote du jour

"Last year at the company party the boss gave us all Christmas cards. We opened them to find pink slips inside. He said he thought the party atmosphere would take the edge off being let go."

-Unemployed in Seattle

Sunday, December 13, 2020

A Little Sunday Night Music

The Doxology | Anthem Lights

Quote du jour

"We are living in a period of church history that may be classified as mindless. It is an anti-intellectual period of Christian history - not anti-scientific, or anti-technological, or even anti-educational, but anti-mind. While teaching in a seminary classroom I would sometimes ask a student what he thought about a particular proposition. The student would sometimes respond, "I feel that the statement is incorrect." I would stop him and say, "I didn't ask you how you felt. I wasn't inquiring into your emotional response. I was asking you what you think about it."

- R.C.Sproul