The Rifleman

Lucas McCain and his son Mark rode into Norfolk on a bright sunny morning. Lucas liked to get up early as he was a farmer and a rancher so he had to get up early to get all his chores done. Plus if he finished early he could ride into town and maybe get to shot an Indian or a Mexican. Not that he had anything against them it is just that they usually needed shooting.

They tied up  their horse in front of the sheriffs office. Micah was a good friend. He had to be since Lucas was always coming into town to shoot someone Micah couldn't handle. Micah was past it. He kept forgetting things. He gets very confused. He will probably lose the next election. Everyone is mad because his son got a job from Wells Fargo just because he was the Sheriff's son. I guess they thought he would look the other way when they did bad stuff. Now the son had got one of the dance hall girls pregnant. It's a big mess. Micah had gotten really sad.

Doc Holliday must die!

Doc and Hardin walked over to the Drover’s Cottage to have dinner. They took a table at the back in the corner where each could put their backs to the wall and look out over the dining room. Both ordered the special. Fried potatoes. Beans. Huge steaks. Blood rare and juicy. Fresh Texas beef that had been driven up the trail to the railroad. So fresh they were still moving. Abilene was at its height. A short season in the sun until the railroad built a spur closer to the trail.

Hardin and Holliday had a great deal in common. Both were Southerners. Too young to serve in the Civil War they still had the attitudes common to young men from that section of the country. They had no love for the Union, Yankees, the government or blacks.  They sat quietly and enjoyed their repast. Two deadly men not afraid to break bread.

“What made you decide to ride up the trail John Wesley” asked Holliday? “I don't reckon riding herd would be something that would interest you.” “Why would you say that John. Not to say that you are wrong. Following a cows behind and eating his dust is not what I would call fun. I just needed to get out of Texas. It was getting too hot for me at home.” “I know the feeling. Sometimes that’s just the way the cards fall. You can rest for a while. Hickok seems to like you so that is something to hold on to. In another town the Marshal might just want to try you on to get himself a reputation.”

I'm Your Huckleberry!

A band of brothers? A special few?

Huckleberries.

We few, we happy few

Lem's is a funny place. A better name might be The Althouse Animus. Carl Jung, a colleague of Freud, coined the term animus for the male part of the female brain that analyzes, calculates, etc. But is also the inner male critic of every thought and action of the female. God knows I have it in spades, partly because of my ex-marine dad. But don't get me wrong. We were crazy about each other. I wonder if some cultures tend to have more daughter/father affection than others. I always felt my Scotch-Irish background accounted for the intense pride I had for my dad and his brothers. There were six brothers, and I think that led to the clan feeling I had.

The inception of Lem's was centered around a battle of the sexes and obviously, strong personalities. So now we are a sex maniac with mad writing skillz, a man with a chainsaw in his pocket, a man with chemical attraction, a man of machismo, a woman who didn't like to play with dolls, a woman who has a way with words, an ex-Army chick who digs foreign policy, and of late, a cipher of a man.

Here's to us!

See ya later Muslim agitators!

Check out this great article from Roger Kimball about President Trump where he lays out the position that the whacking of this Iranian piece of shit is President Trump's farewell to the Middle East. He basically says that the God Emperor is not invested in nation building with a bunch of sand monkeys and is looking for an excuse to leave.

He talks about how Julius Caesar had enough of the Germans raiding Roman territory so he just built a bridge over the Rhine and kicked ass and took name. Then they left. Because they didn't give a shit about this savages.

Whose that girl?

Back in the day they were all mad about her. A part time actress she was more famous because of her marriage. In fact they just made a mini-series about it.

She pioneered the style that is now in every commercial and TV show and got her just desserts for starting this trend.

I know you know who she is so just take a stab at it.

Whose that girl?

This is where I came in

My first post here (assigned by Lem) was "We are all Trayvon." Come to find out recently there were glaring inconsistencies everywhere. The tl;dw of this video, by the self-styled black guys at Bloggingheads, is Rachel Jeantel was not the real girlfriend of Trayvon. In this video, and/or the one that follows it up, Loury and McWhorter bring out obvious things missed or overlooked at the time; Rachel Jeantel could not read a letter she had supposedly written to Trayvon because it was in cursive; Trayvon 6'3" tall, and Zimmerman was short; etc. Glad the jury was on the case.

My favorite adaptation of the "Last of the Mohicans."

Forget about all of those movies. The best adaptation is "Hawkeye" from the 1990's starring the inimitable Lee Horsley and the sublime Lynda Carter! This schmaltz perfectly brought to life James Fenimore Coopers tales in the manner they deserved.

You had your noble redman. Your stalwart frontiersman.Your heaving bosoms. Your huge milky white heaving bosoms. Did you catch the scene were the mountain lion was mezmerized by Lynda's low cut wenches dress and her heaving fun bags? A classic I tells ya.

I do enjoy that period in American History and watch every movie, book or TV show that covers it. From classics like "Drums Along the Mohawk" to  like "Outlander" I am sucker for that era. I don't even sweat the foliage if there are Iroquois and Huron's and frontiersman. And of course heaving bosoms.

If you get a chance check it out.

Blog Business

I hope some of our other contributors will post now and again. Since it has been a lot of Sixty and Me I think we are reaching our full complement of curmudgeon. So maybe Chickie or MamaM can bring a little light and airy to the premises. To get away from the Dark Side.

Eddie and the Cruisers is an interesting little movie. It had some good songs and was a riff on Jim Morrison and other rock stars who died before their time. It had several hit original songs including the "Dark Side." All of them were written and performed by John Cafferty and the Beaver Brown Band.

Of course I always enjoy a film with a brown beaver.

This is the kind of art I would hang on my walls

Right next to the dogs playing poker on velvet.

Unfortunately the wife picks out all of our art.

I feel stifled.

WKRLEM: "Cross Eyed Mary"

Living in the past.

Not the tune.

The feeling.

The Expanse: another show I would recommend.

We are always looking for series to binge watch and we found a pretty good one in the Amazon Series "The Expanse." Originally a product of the SciFy channel it was picked up by Amazon Prime and is available for free. It is pretty good.

Based on a series of science fiction books it posits a three way conflict between Earth, it's militaristic independent Martian Colony and the slobs and lowlifes of the Belt who are people exploited by mining companies plundering the resources of the Asteroid Belt. It starts a little slow so you have to give it some time. But the political machinations and the real life parallels to human history are very interesting.

My favorite character is Amos who is a half a retard killing machine. Always brings it to any scene he is in.

Check it out. Highly recommended. Especially Season 3.

Every Picture Tells a Story

As you get older your tastes change. When a Yoohoo and a couple of Ring Dings was the height of culinary delight soon enough you graduate to a fine Malbac and a plate of figs and cheese. Nowhere is that more the case than your musical tastes. I mean who listens to Jethro Tull anymore?

I had always enjoyed Rod Stewart's music. In fact his maudlin ballad "Hand Bags and Glad Rags" was one of my favorite tunes. This was long before punk rock and disco when Led Zep ruled the airwaves.  I remember I played the album "Every Picture Tells a Story" over and over again on my turntable. Then disaster struck.

Pope meets real Catholic woman.

We was asking him while he made a deal with the Chinese government to allow them to appoint the bishops of the Church in China. Why he abandoned those that were imprisoned and persecuted for their faith.



Happy New Year to the Devils messenger on Earth.