"But it all ties into Generation Wuss and its wussy influence on social media to a degree; if you have a snarky opinion about anything, you’re a douche. To me, that’s problematic. It limits discourse. If you just like everything, what are we going to talk about? How great everything is?"
I had thought up a snarky tweet as a response to Ta-Nehisi Coates, after he wrote a scathing missive, calling America a racist nation. But then I held back, out of fear that somebody would choose not to get the snark, and would choose to call it racism instead.
Lucas McCain was waiting on the streets of North Fork with his son Mark. They were for the stage to come in. Lucas was expecting his old friend Sam. He had written that he was passing through on his way from San Francisco to New York and he wanted to say hello. Lucas had known Sam back in the days when he was a Pinkerton for a short time after the war. He had spent some time in San Francisco where Sam was a newspaperman. He had run across him a couple of times and they had struck up a friendship. Now Sam was a famous author and he wanted his son Mark to meet him. He had to learn that you could do anything you want. One day you are a river rat on the Mississippi and the next you are a world famous author. “Pa how long do you think we have to wait. The stage is three hours late. It is always late. We can do something else and come back” said Mark. “Where do you want to go” asked the Rifleman. “I want to meet up with my friends and go to the Mercantile and get some penny candy.” “Fess up. You want to go look at Miss Milly’s teats don’t you?” “I won’t look away Pa.” “I reckon they are a sight to see. Let’s go. I like to look at teats my ownself.”
Kirkland Burbon? The Costco stuff? Hmmm...sometimes the house brands can be value for money, but I'd go with Rebel Yell on the shelves at Trader Joes for around $10/5th. Used to be GREAT value for money when it was made by Stitzel-Weller in Louisville. That brand was sold to an outfit in St. Louis, so don't know if the quality has been maintained. (When I was in college in the 60s it wasn't sold north of the Mason-Dixon Line--really! LOL.)
Once out and checked, the blower motor was ok. The fuse was blown, and I replaced that, and once I got it fired up, that's when I noticed that the fuel control timer wasn't working. The auger worked because I could depress the primer button and it fed corn to the burner pot. The rattle (noise) stopped when I held on to the blower. So, it was just a vibration.
Called the place that made the stove, and Carol (man's name) said that I had a power surge and it blew the timer. Ordered another one and bought a surge protector. Never had the problem since I bought the stove in 2006.
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Who's got the Pappy van Winkle?
Father Gerald: In the name of the father, the son, and the holy spigot. Spirit!
Four Weddings and a Funeral
@revenant: How can I atone?
"But it all ties into Generation Wuss and its wussy influence on social media to a degree; if you have a snarky opinion about anything, you’re a douche. To me, that’s problematic. It limits discourse. If you just like everything, what are we going to talk about? How great everything is?"
Bret Easton Ellis Says We're All a Bunch of Cry-Babies
I had thought up a snarky tweet as a response to Ta-Nehisi Coates, after he wrote a scathing missive, calling America a racist nation.
But then I held back, out of fear that somebody would choose not to get the snark, and would choose to call it racism instead.
Lucas McCain was waiting on the streets of North Fork with his son Mark. They were for the stage to come in. Lucas was expecting his old friend Sam. He had written that he was passing through on his way from San Francisco to New York and he wanted to say hello.
Lucas had known Sam back in the days when he was a Pinkerton for a short time after the war. He had spent some time in San Francisco where Sam was a newspaperman. He had run across him a couple of times and they had struck up a friendship. Now Sam was a famous author and he wanted his son Mark to meet him. He had to learn that you could do anything you want. One day you are a river rat on the Mississippi and the next you are a world famous author.
“Pa how long do you think we have to wait. The stage is three hours late. It is always late. We can do something else and come back” said Mark.
“Where do you want to go” asked the Rifleman.
“I want to meet up with my friends and go to the Mercantile and get some penny candy.”
“Fess up. You want to go look at Miss Milly’s teats don’t you?”
“I won’t look away Pa.”
“I reckon they are a sight to see. Let’s go. I like to look at teats my ownself.”
Teats as spigotry is always on tap here, Troop.
Say, what was Sam's middle name?
Malone.
shaved cooches and cocks would be a beneficial and inspiring topic.
Titus: The Left hates Bush so much that they want to take it out on every woman.
shaved cooches and cocks would be a beneficial and inspiring topic.
Althouse has it exhaustedly covered.
@revenant: How can I atone?
Well, it is too late to atone by voting for Obama... I dunno, I guess you're fucked.
Kirkland bourbon is pretty good.
Kirkland Burbon? The Costco stuff? Hmmm...sometimes the house brands can be value for money, but I'd go with Rebel Yell on the shelves at Trader Joes for around $10/5th. Used to be GREAT value for money when it was made by Stitzel-Weller in Louisville. That brand was sold to an outfit in St. Louis, so don't know if the quality has been maintained. (When I was in college in the 60s it wasn't sold north of the Mason-Dixon Line--really! LOL.)
Woke up this morning at 3:45 am. First thing that I noticed was the combustion blower wasn't running on my corn burning stove.
I'll bet the fuse is blown. I have an idea that the combustion blower shorted out. It's been sounding kinda loud lately.
AllenS - worn out bearings is my diagnosis.
You'll receive a bill in the mail.
Once out and checked, the blower motor was ok. The fuse was blown, and I replaced that, and once I got it fired up, that's when I noticed that the fuel control timer wasn't working. The auger worked because I could depress the primer button and it fed corn to the burner pot. The rattle (noise) stopped when I held on to the blower. So, it was just a vibration.
Called the place that made the stove, and Carol (man's name) said that I had a power surge and it blew the timer. Ordered another one and bought a surge protector. Never had the problem since I bought the stove in 2006.
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