Operation Gratitude Care Package Weekend!

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Rule 5 -- Miranda Lambert and Three Count'em Three Men!


Rule 5 -- Miranda Lambert!


Saturday, March 22, 2014

Rule 5 - PEEKING UNDER THE PARKA (Canadian Girls)


Rule 5- BOOZE CRUISE


Colt Ford Meets the CW! — Rule 5


Monday, March 17, 2014

An Unrevisionist Irish History...



95% of Irish history ends in the words: "And then he was betrayed by..." This covers everybody from Finn mac Cool to the Men of '98 to Michael Collins.

3% of Irish history ends in the words: "And then success went to his head and turned his brains to shite..." This covers everyone from Conn of the Hundred Battles to the Kennedies and Michael Flatley.

And 2% of Irish history ends with the words "And then he made something of himself, but he had to leave Ireland to do it." This covers everyone from St. Brendan to the Duke of Wellington to George Bernard Shaw and John Ford and, well, ALL of our ancestors...


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Another Eurosocialist Success Story -- Paddy Goes A-Begging! — UPDATED

The Irish, who once described themselves with bitter defiance as "the niggers of Europe", have decided to up their game.  Now they want to be Europe's Mexicans, as Ireland, once the economic success story of the new Europe in the 80's, is reduced to begging its 70 million emigrés to send money back to the mother country impoverished by its statist, collectivist government policies.
"Welcome to my world, amigo..."
Now sure and one's heart is warmed, achushla, by the notion of shamrock-bedecked cambios springing up around the world, offering Erse Gaelic international phone cards and easy money transfers to the Gaeltacht, just as the dear little NORAID boxes littered the tops of every Mick bar from New York to Boston and all the rednosed sots would gladly chip in a few bucks for 'the lads', er, the distressed folk of Belfast back in the 70's, yet it's hoping I am that the Irish Goverment has something in the way of a plan with more meat to it.

And Jesus, Mary and Joseph set a flower upon my head if they do not indeed.  It's a grand meeting they've hosted, and wasn't it chaired by the Taoiseach himself, Brian Cowen, and Minister for Foreign Affairs Michael Martin. Out of the 70 million expatriates in the Irish Diaspora, they've gone and summoned home no less than 180 of them, all "leading figures" in philanthropy, education, arts and "culture"... oh, and about 20 men of business... to solve the Old Sod's financial woes.

And while true it is that the grand affair was closed to the press, it's nevertheless known that some of those grubby-handed tradesmen, the likes of Intel's blackhearted former Chief Executive Craig Barrett, missed the point entire so they did with their complaints about Ireland's levels of education and investment in research and development, didn't the rest of them come up with some grand plans!

Ireland must build a website!  The Irish around the world are sorely needing reminding of their Irish culture in the minds of these great men (and a whole 20 women, such a grand ornament the little dears made), as though the Irish were not the only people in the world Deadheads and Trekkies can say need to broaden their interests more.

Ireland must build the world's greatest university of the arts! cried International Investment and Underwriting Chair Dermot Desmond, for sure and all it's true there's nought in more demand in the world's job markets than art majors.  And after all, it's not as though the bards weren't having the bankrupting and ruining of Irish culture the last time they were in power.

We should sell Irish bonds, as the Israelis do! was the cry, but Minister Martin demurred, on the grounds that Israel had an economy that could actually pay bonds back, and, after all, weren't they Israelis? Surely we had to keep up some standards!

We must monetize Irish culture! cried Dermot Desmond, and doesn't that just conjure up marvelous visions of Michael Flatley leading a line of stepdancers past the carbombs down to the police station where they can inform on each other?


In the end, the artists said we must give more money to the artists, and the educators said we must give more money to the educators, the men of "culture" said we must have more money for "culture," and the men of business, the black thieves and the back of my hand to them, were excoriated for not making more money for the artists and educators and the men of "culture".

And in the end, the grand government and intellectuals were left with some idea of asking the Irish in the rest of the world to pay for their mistakes.

The only problem with that grand plan, do you see now, is that thanks to the grandest Irishman of them all, Barack O'Bama, there's no more money to be had...

Oh, well, no doubt the EU will bail the wee lads out.  It's strange they didn't ask them first...

UPDATE: The Irish Prime Minister himself has proudly come to the United States, hat in hand, bravely begging Mr. Obama to grant amnesty to 50,000 Irish illegal emigrants heroic emigrants.  Pandering Paul Ryan, everyone's favorite  RINO and apparently the Senator for County Cavan as well and all, has promised Irish immigration emigration activists that he will work towards that goal as forthrightly as he represents the people who voted for him, the gallant fellow.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Seems Like Old Times...





















"CAN'T ANYBODY HERE PLAY THIS GAME?"
— Casey Stengel

Thursday, February 6, 2014

TEXANS DEFY FROZEN DEATH!


Thousands of Texans went to work and school today in defiance of a night of frozen hell as hailstones the size of hail punished this once-temperate state.

The brutal Arctic storm tormented the residents of placid Medina County, long in the throes of a drought, with a, well, hail of water too hard and cold to farm with.

 Hailstones the size of hail—mothers, avert your eyes!

The embattled Texans responded by climbing into their pickups, semis, tractors and schoolbuses and going about their business with a puzzling lack of media attention, filing the Gaian affront under "If it ain't one damn thing..."

Sunday, January 26, 2014

Rule 5 NATIONAL SECURITY MESSAGE...

Female Interrogators Want You To Stop Hitting On Them, It’s Getting Out Of Hand Now

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Sierra Vista, AZ – From dealing with uncooperative detainees during interrogation to piecing together critical intelligence, military interrogators have experienced it all. But the experience for female interrogators is sometimes even tougher. Some have said they’ve had enough.
“Look, I know we’re supposed to be all about human behavior, but this is getting out of hand,” says SPC Holly McWhite, a 23 year-old 5’8” 36-24-36 blonde-haired, blue-eyed,  Human Intelligence (HUMINT) Collector with the 309th Military Intelligence Battalion.
McWhite expresses a common complaint of a female typically practicing the craft of a HUMINT professional: Male soldiers cannot apparently distinguish between illicitation from a female to a female ”being into you”, as McWhite phrases it.

Read more: http://www.duffelblog.com/2012/04/female-interrogators-want-you-to-stop-hitting-on-them/#ixzz2rjCM0wop




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