Proclaiming your pronoun and your justification.
You haven’t seen the muffs I’ve seen…
Do you hear them too?
The world a better place.
Damn I Miss This Guy
No introduction necessary…
For those of us to be blessed with dogs.
For Karl over at The Village Hemorrhoid. He sure likes his boobies.
How did we get here?
Yup, it’s Monday…
From over the transom. Read the rest at the URL below:
https://tennesseecountry.wordpress.com/2026/02/09/something-answers-when-they-call/
Tennessee Country
Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.
Something Answers When They Call
Clinton flew on the plane. Trump was in the emails. The Bushes are in the files. Gates is in the files. Intelligence connections span every administration since the Cold War regardless of which colored jersey held the White House. If you’re reading this and your first instinct is to sort these names into “my team” and “their team,” you are doing the religion’s work for it. You are fighting with the other half of the country about which puppet is dirtier instead of looking up at the hand working both of them.
Red versus blue is not politics. It’s a containment system. Create two teams. Fund both. Let the congregation tear itself apart arguing over which team is righteous while the priesthood operates untouched behind the curtain. It’s the drums in the valley of Topheth, updated for cable news and Twitter, beating loud enough that nobody can hear the children under the noise.
Gunday Monday, CXXIX.
Contributed by Wild, wild West & Don’t mind me.
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For Monday Gunday if you want to use it. No credit requested or needed. I took pic after fancy holster arrived to use with my fancy new less-common 45 Colt Anaconda.
First shiny gun I’ve ever owned. Great trigger – even double action – I’m a Ruger 45 Colt fan and this one has them beat. Holster from Southern Charm Holsters (no affiliation) – a good old boy down south making custom holsters – pretty entertaining YouTube channel you might like, too.
Karl (hence the KWG on the holster top)
My Fate Hangs In The Balance Of The Results Of A Stupid Football Game
In case you weren’t aware, The Wifely Unit has an unhealthy fixation on the Seattle Seahawks football team.
Fanatic doesn’t even come close.
Our house is literally a shrine to them and Donald trump.
The shit is absolutely everywhere.
She even has a life sized cardboard cut out of Trump in the dining room.
Seahawks shit?
Every Fucking Where.
Neon signs, blankets, calendars, throw pillows, slippers, pajamas, jackets and coats, posters, coffee table coasters, Bobble Head dolls, hats, bags, purses, fuzzy Seattle dice on the rear view mirror, Seahawks license plate frame…
You name it, if they make it, she has it.
I’m tellin’ ya, it’s not normal.
She lives and dies by them fuckers.
Every Sunday when they are playing, she takes our oldest boy, goes up and waits in line until they open the doors so she can get a good booth,and watches the game at a giant local SportsBar/ Bowling Alley./Arcade.
It actually has TWO Bowling Alleys in the place.
It’s fucking HUGE. Something like a dozen Big Screen televisions on one wall alone.
They even sell Pizza there.
She left TWO HOURS before they open today to get up there and get a good spot.
FIVE HOURS before Kick Off Time.
Just to watch a football game on television.
She even had her finger and toenails painted Team Colors on Thursday.
She reluctantly invited me last night but there is no way in hell I would step foot in the joint. I kid you not, if Seattle lost the Superbowl and I was there?
She would literally blame me for it and hold it against me forever.
That’s how fixated she is on that shit.
And how superstitious she is.
I could care less either way personally. It’s just my mental health and personal misery level that I am interested in.
If they manage to win I am Golden.
If they lose I am in for six months of living hell because she will literally go into a deep depression over it.
The shit I put up with for this woman, I swear.
So here is to the Seahawks winning the Superbowl, because the alternative is something I don’t want to contemplate.
Wish me luck.
Not Phil’s garage…
