Monthly Archives: November 2016

We Are Not Alone

I tried mightily to avoid the election day biased media circle jerk (with mixed success). I thought I was the only one. Yet a kindred spirit (link) did the same (without the hunting): On election day, I went to bed … Continue reading

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Hunting with the Curmudgeon: Part Seven: Last In Series

Conditions the next day were wonderful. The weather was favorable and we saw glimpses of deer here and there; just enough to convince me we weren’t wasting our time. Unfortunately, the outside world was relentlessly intruding. Dr. Mingo’s phone leapt from … Continue reading

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Hunting with the Curmudgeon: Part Six

Eighteen minutes into the day and the plan had gone to shit! Rather than blissful unawareness of election results I knew The Hairball had prevailed. The news (despite being unwanted knowledge) made me buoyant. The same feeling you get when … Continue reading

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Hunting with the Curmudgeon: Part Five

No plan survives contact with the enemy. Field Marshall Helmuth Karl Bernhard Graf von Moltke We had a plan. It began as intended: Mingo and I unplugged from the media (which had gone full retard for Hillary), Dr. Mingo (and … Continue reading

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A Translation

On November, 21st Trump posted an announcement on YouTube. (Hat tip to Maggie’s Farm.) Three points: Direct to YouTube is brilliant! Why hasn’t this been happening for a decade? You can’t stop the signal! The media can suck it! There’s … Continue reading

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Hunting with the Curmudgeon: Part Four

I should explain something about my last post. You know how I said “the deer won’t move in this wind”? Well they did. You know how I said “you won’t see a buck”? Well, Dr. Mingo saw a buck. You … Continue reading

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Hunting With The Curmudgeon: Part Three

[Editors note: previous posts in this series were titled “I’m Back”. Lame! I went back and re-titled them.] Dr. Mingo arrived, banjo and all, via the ritual torture called commercial airline travel. I was the extraction team. I swooped into … Continue reading

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