Going Galt?

I just heard (via local TV news) that Strattons, a wonderful 1950’s-style diner located in Ashland City, Tennessee is selling-out to Walgreeens. Now I can’t blame Walgreens for buying it – it’s a great location – nor can I really blame the owners for selling, since the news is they got a great deal.

Nope, I don’t really blame anyone. Except, I wonder . . . did the growing unfriendly attitude towards business by the current administration (Obamacare, higher taxes, more regulation, destroying the economy with “stimulus”, etc.) have something to do with their decision?

Only the owners know for sure, but I do know that if I owned a small business, I certainly would give those factors some heavy thought in making my decision to sell.  A decision they’ve evidently faced several times over the years, as this is not their first offer for what is, as I said, a prime business location.

Well, a lot of folks voted for hope and change in this past election.  Many of them living in this area, it being heavily Democrat.  And no doubt many of them Stratton’s customers.  I wonder if this is the change they hoped for?

On a personal note, I’m seriously thinking of opening my own small business in a few years.  I wonder how things will be then?

Great Photo

Found this over at Camp Of The Saints.

Half-Written Drunken Post From Last Night

“Bang Records” – he he, that’s funny.

Anyway.

I’ve got to put up another post to get the gal’s butt of the top of my blog. I enjoy it. Lots of guys I know enjoy it. Even a couple of gals I know enjoy it. But some of you don’t, so damn it to hell cause I am a nice guy I have to move it down a bit.

But what to put up here?

Besides Neil up above that is.

And below here.

Cause I am a big Neil fan.

In a non-ghey way, you understand,

Took loving wife to see him last year and had a great time.

A even better time after since she threw her bra at him and I didn’t have to waste time removing it later on.

And not to brag or anything but the D-cups almost gave him a concussion.

But I digress.

What to post about was the issue.

Of course posting about my wife’s D-cups might just get me booted out of the house and then I would be a . . .

At least for a bit.

I got nothing.

Seriously, there was like a 40 minute break between “At least for a bit” and “I got nothing” while I listened to music on YouTube, Facebooked, watched We Were Soldiers, and drank three beers.

Let me think.

Nope, got nothing.  Certainly nothing as interesting as those guys/gals over at Three Donia who really do annoy me with all their expertise in every fricken subject in the world. Who knows all that shit, I ask you? Seriously, half the time I have to Google what they are talking about just to comment.

Of course if I were Theo, I would have this whole bevy of beautiful women, many of who seem to fall asleep in very sexy proses right about the time the sun is setting on Great Britain every day. How the hell do they manage to schedule that?

Added This Morning:

This seemed funny last night. As did much of what I posted on Facebook. Thank God for the “Remove” button there is all I have to say. And I’m sure I was heading somewhere here. Somewhere quite interesting and profound. But for the life of me I can’t think of where it was.

Or maybe, on reading this post a few times this morning, I was going to go on some virtual tour of the blogs I read, commenting on each in a very funny way.

Whew. Thank God I lost interest or I might have offended who knows how many bloggers.

Anyway, it served it’s purpose . . . no more woman’s butt on the top of the blog.  Now you have to scroll down about to see it.

But it’s worth the work, trust me.

Brunette Of The Week

How do I know she is a brunette? Well, trust me, only a brunette could have this fine a behind.

By the way, I am assured she has black panties on, so don’t go all freaky-deaky on me.

Hat-tip to Hell on Earth.

Special Bonus:

Find out what men think by reviewing The Great Male Survey 2010.

Good News – Some Things Are Getting Better . . . And Bigger

Important things.

Many women may have long suspected it, just as many men have secretly hoped for it. But it’s official: women’s breasts, and particularly those of younger women, are getting bigger. While implants have been putting that little extra va-va-voom into some busts, mostly it’s a phenomenon that has occurred naturally in women, and exponentially so over the past 50 years. In fact, their cup size has tripled.

In 1960, the average bra size in Australia was 10B. Ten years ago, it was 12B. Today, it’s 14C. “It’s six to seven sizes up in a comparatively few number of years,” says Sally Berkeley, the general manager of bra company Berlei, which next month launches a new super-sized range of cups, up to an H, to add to the traditional A-to-E dimensions. Rival Eveden now has a K cup, while Triumph is up to a G and is trialling a new cup size, J, for the next season.

There’s not much to say about this except it’s the greatest thing since sliced bread (showing my age with that reference, but seriously it is.)

Thanks to Theo for the beautiful gal with the lovely eyes.

Special Bonus:

What may be the greatest collection of boob-centric animated gifs eva’.

Oh My

Yeah, she’s a blonde, but seriously, you expect me not to post this?

H/T to Theo.

Male Union Goon Compensates For Being Nurse, err, Having Small Penis (UPDATED)

UPDATE: Post changed a bit to reflect that just one guy is doing the hitting.  The rest of them are just surrounding the cameramen, no doubt in an attempt to show them some male nurse lovin’.

This video of a union goon attacking people  for, well videoing, one of their rallies is making the rounds as it should, but aside from the Socialist tactics of intimidation being used by him and the rest of these girlie-men in pink shirts (compensating no doubt), the comment that struck me was this one.

“You’re filming female nurses without permission.”

Filming female nurses is illegal? In a public place? In broad daylight? You need permission for this? I think not.

And even if it were, which it is not, it’s something that will get you physically attacked by some pink-shirted, smiling like his mother’s dropped him on his head goober?

Crap, it’s not like the female nurses were taking a shower at the time.

Wait a second . . . hmmmm . . . .

Oops, sorry, got off track there for a moment.

No, this was perfectly legal. On public property. No right nor expectation to privacy here.

So to hell with those assholes.

He needs to be paid back big time. And by paid back I mean charged with a crime, arrested, tried and convicted, and then forced to wear pink in jail. Frilly pink that will make him very popular with the other inmates.

That’s what I’m talking about.

Anyway, since this whole incident upset me so much, and no doubt upset you, I thought I would leave all of us with something a little more pleasant to think about.

This, my friends, is what a nurse is supposed to look like. Or at least a reasonable facsimile thereof. Not some stupid (really, hitting someone who is taking pictures of you is just moronic) old guy with a paunch, a mammoth inferiority complex and a bad attitude.

UPDATE TWO:

The guy doing the hitting is identified?

Twilight For Guys!

NSFW, people who don’t enjoy lesbians, and way-to-serious Twilight fans.

Via Dave and Thomas.

The Ten Kinds Of Cleavage

Interesting, but really I don’t think of a side boob as cleavage. Or many of the rest for that matter.  Still, I’m all for bringing this subject to the forefront for serious discussion.

Brought to you by Salma Hayek.

By The Way

There is a Reluctant Optimist on Facebook and it ain’t me. Not even close. Not to dis the guy or anything, but I’ve got a full head of hair, no beard, no glasses, and I don’t drink coffee or wear plaid shirts. I’m also not a writer. Not even close to being one. And he may be a good writer so I don’t want to ruin his rep.

Reason I mention it is because I’ve gotten a few hits from visitors that are showing Facebook searches and I want to stop the confusion before it begins.

Thanks for listening, now please go do something productive.

I’m Not Jewish

So I have no clue as to whether it’s politically incorrect or in bad taste that I find this video of an Auschwitz survivor and his grandchildren “dancing on Hitler’s face” touching and uplifting and even a little amusing (come on, the old guy getting-down has to make you smile).

But I do.

Personal note, I visited Dachau many years ago and thinking back on it now a better place for a celebratory dance of survival to mock Hitler and his Nazi criminals does not exist. Except for Auschwitz, Sobibor, Treblinka, and the rest.

UPDATE:

I guess the company that owned the song made them take the video down.  Assholes.

I Am Abba, err, America

Found this over at Three Donia. It pretty much reflects the exact mood of most of the country these days and if you are more turned-on by hot brunettes that you are turned-off by campy 80’s synthesizer then I’m pretty sure you’re gonna like it.

As for me, I kind of like both as evidenced by my secret Abba fetish.

America is sending an SOS, that’s for sure.

Boob-Quake

Over at Theo’s place. I love this dress.

Happy Birthday

To the greatest nation on Earth and possibly the last shining example of true freedom and opportunity in our world. And a special thanks to the men and women who  keep her safe and strong.

That said, she’s stumbling now. And not due to enemies foreign, but domestic. Which makes it even more important that the rest of us – the fat and happy civilians who sit at home today eating hamburgers, drinking beer, and enjoying fireworks – do our part in defending her as well. Not by revolution as some hint and allude, but by exercising our right to free speech and our right to vote*.

And not to get too corny (can anyone really get too corny on Independence Day?), but November is a beachhead we must take and hold, for our failure to do so could spell disaster for our nation, our way of life, and the hopes and dreams of people across the world – many ungrateful this is true – but who still depend on us for so very much.

So enjoy this day. Celebrate. But tomorrow remember that there is work to be done. Battles to be fought. And our freedom to be won once again.

Pray we are successful.

* I’ve thought about this. Is voting a right? Or a privilege?  Both?  Certainly it’s our responsibility as citizens.  Regardless, however you view it, we must exercise it this November or we risk all.

I Was Told To Post Something

By Vicki, because she was tired of the big-boobed woman at the top of my blog.  She’s right of course, I did need to move her down a bit (pun intended) and post about something more topical and relevant.

So here it is . . . a visual representation of how cool it is to have the right to own a gun and how cool it is that the Supreme Court affirmed that right.

Past that, I’ve just been very busy and very distracted with other things to post. I’m not sure anyone still reads me anyway, but to those who do . . . damn, get a life folks, I haven’t been here in over a month and you STILL have time to check this stupid blog out now and then? Don’t you have something better to do? Root canal? Listen to another one of Barry’s speeches? Clean tar balls off  your bikini-clad butts?

No, seriously, I will try to do better and I miss you guys and gals.

Mostly the gals, though.

H/T to Theo for the photo naturally. And I am pretty sure they are natural.