They say a picture’s worth a thousand words, so here’s two thousand words:
Happy 250th, Devil Dogs!
Remember.
Sorrow
Between the senseless and barbaric murders this week of young Ukrainian refugee Iryna Zarutska in that stinking hellhole known as Charlotte, NC, and one of the few figures on the right who would talk to anyone and genuinely try to find common ground, Charlie Kirk, in Salt Lake City today, I have a lot of thoughts on my mind…primarily my own barbaric thoughts of revenge, but I don’t work that way, so I’m keeping them well tamped down.
But the first music I played tonight was this. I didn’t choose it on purpose. It was just there and I clicked it for something to listen to.
Yeah. “One world, one soul/Time pass, the river roll.”
Pray, if that works for you. Very little else seems to be working, now.
Dear United Healthcare,
Thank you for your recent postal communication regarding the sunsetting of your coverage of a particular medical device I have used for a number of years.
In fact, thank you for all three copies you sent separately that came in the same mail today.
And thank you for the three copies you sent my wife, ditto.
By the way, this is probably part of why your premiums are through the roof. Thankfully my employer pays them, but still, damn, son. What a fucking waste. Especially since I have repeatedly ticked the check boxes on your portal that say, “send that crap to us in EMAIL.”
Sincerely,
Fuzzy
As a reminder
The US dropped the first of two atomic bombs on the city of Hiroshima, Japan, on August 6, 1945.
As the son of a man who would likely have lost his life in the invasion of the Home Islands, I greatly appreciate this.
For the rest of you, go and read Paul Fussell.
Please go take a look at this.
As a relatively new writer (well, published writer; I’ve been writing since I was in my teens, just never put anything out there for sale till the WuFlu in ’20), I have Sarah A. Hoyt to thank for plugging my books on occasion; usually on her blog (where she does a weekly promo post mostly for indies) and occasionally on Instapundit, where she handles the swing shift posts most nights when she’s not exhausted/unwell. (She has most recently had my latest book, Footprints, in her promo, just this past Sunday.)
Now, Mrs. Hoyt has a new novel out — a novel in the true sense, that is, it’s in multiple parts because it’s too long for a single volume. (Actually, it’s not quite out; it’s up for pre-order, but some folks, including yours truly, have been watching it grow in snippets and bursts over the last year or so, and have read the first two volumes in eARC form — the third one is supposed to be available shortly, once it gets back from the editor.)
It’s called No Man’s Land.
Go here for full details: https://accordingtohoyt.com/2025/08/05/a-writers-bleg/
Or to go straight to the books to pre-order:
I assure you, this novel is the real deal. It will be a science-fiction classic and you will be glad to have read it. If you’ve read Mrs. Hoyt’s books before, believe me, you’ll want to buckle in tighter, because this is a master work.
Fuck the UK
Fuck the UK.
Fuck the King.
Fuck the entire British government, but especially OFCOM.
Fuck the British police, who can’t bother to arrest Muslim rapists but arrest British subjects for objecting to their country being overrun with migrants.
Fuck everyone in Britain but the long-suffering British people. They deserve better from all of you.
Block me if you want, fuckwads. Try to fine me. 1776 and our First Amendment are my two middle fingers flying proudly in your general direction.
Yeah yeah yeah whatever.
Saw this on a Discord I’m a member of. (Looks like it was cut and pasted from some Reddit idiocy thread.) Please stand by while I retrieve my eyes, they’ve rolled out of the back of my head and are on the floor somewhere.
OK, eyes back firmly in sockets.
For eff’s sake, just bring it already so we can show you how it won’t work. I’m tired of waiting. Hell, I might die waiting at this rate. They’ve been talking smack about this for the last 25 years or more. Put up or shut up.
Remember, baby blue helmets make great targets.
The sad thing
about all the new information dumped by DNI Tulsi Gabbard last week about how Barry O and his crew were shoulder-deep in the creation of the “Russia Hoax” is that there will never be a conviction of any moment in the case.
Barry and Hills and all their top-level butt buddies will never spend a moment in prison. You know that. Whether you like it or not, it’s probably the truth.
But if we work it carefully, we can ensure their reputations — already in the toilet — can make it all the way to the septic tank and just fester for the rest of time while everyone knows they were traitors who tried to pull off a coup of a sitting president — and mostly succeeded until the 2024 election.
The bottom line is that we MUST succeed in making it clear that no one — not even Barry the Shitbringer — is above the law. And in case you were unclear on that, let’s review the left-wing record about just how a former president is not above the law:
Would I mind seeing perp walks of these clowns? Nope. But I know the perp walks will never result in actual punishment, so it’s not worth the trouble.
Just destroy their reputations and tie everything they did back to the left-wing Ass, er, Democrat Party. That will suffice for me.