How dare you,

Journalist, ask an old puffed up ironclad dotard an actual question and challenge her faltering acuity. You just know your place, Young Man, how about that?

Ever since the fateful day of watching the video "Shining Times part 1," a video I like very well and watched several times about Sam Arnold's restaurant in Morrison built as authentic fort and his pride that he expresses in hosting economic Summit of Eight, and how right off the bat at the beginning of the video Sam's comparing the arrival of Clintons as royalty I felt shame about someone I deeply respect feeling so great and accomplished about something so wrong as that. Then Hillary exiting the vehicle waving as British royalty does grates irritatingly and that sealed my lasting disgust. Ever since that day I felt shame.

This is who Democrats will inflict upon us all, Republican or not, because they are Democrat and only because they are Democrat, there is no other reason than that, and that's not a good enough reason.

So I'm inflicting her back upon you.

Without actually bothering with it myself. Truth is, this clip has been presented to me at least a dozen times and I haven't watched one single time. On t.v. and online. Because of Sam Arnold's restaurant. Two seconds in BLAM gone. Over and over and over and that is how much she impresses other people negatively. They're shocked at her inability to behave as authentic human and they are tired of her insulated style and her bulletproof wardrobe.

The Mountain Man Toast

The Fort Cookbook pg. 282

In 1990 the meeting hall of the United Nations' International Atomic Energy Agency in Vienna, Austria, rang with a toast. More than one hundred Atomic Energy Conference delegates from fifty nations raised their glasses high and repeated lustily after me the "Mountain Man Toast." I had been invited to Vienna as a media consultant by the IAEA for a converence on exploring ways to make atomic plants more user-friendly. At the final session I was asked to lead the toast. The Mouintain Man Toast evokes the Old West, with 1830's fur trade-period jargon.
The toast requires motions as well as words and is the sort of ritual that warms the soul and brings smiles to the faces of hearty eaters and drinkers everywhere.

Before that.

It is a standing offer at The Fort that anyone who gives the Mountain Man Toast from memory has his drink on the house. 

 Well then. Let's hear it, learn it, and get ourselves a free drink.

"Here's to the childs what's come afore  (Glass in right hand, held at shoulder) 

And here's to the pilgrims, what's come arter.  (Glass in right hand, arm extended) 

May yer trails be free of griz,  (Left hand over glass, making clawing motion with fingers) 

Yer packs, filled with plews,  (Left and right arms extended out making a circle) 

And fat buffler in yer pot!  (Glass extended, left hand rubs/ points at your belly) 

WAUGH!"  ( (Extend hand with glass)

In case you couldn't figure it out on your own. 

Childs = What mountain men called one another.
Pilgrim = Lightly derisive term for "sod-busting" covered wagon emigrants coming west
Arter = After
Griz = Grizzley bear
Plews = Large beaver pelts French plus, a plus sign for large size pelt
Buffler in yer pot = Buffalo in your belly
Waugh = Sioux exclamation meaning "right on!"

There you go. Locked in. Free drink for now on.