'twas a glorious night!

Yes it was indeed. The fire burned smoky and long, fresh trees were killed in its honor and the smoke from a screaming two cycle lovingly filled the air. The noise pollution was excessive because I had forgotten I had blown the front of the muffler clean off during the last sacrifice my 064 Magnum took part in, bringing a two foot diameter poplar tree crashing to its death. The ambiance from the ear splitting roar of the Stihl was louder than usual and there are probably still deer wandering around dazed in the forest close to where I live.

The light from the fire was adequate, but just for fun I brought out my 1500 watt halogen work lamp, which cast a frighteningly white backdrop for the plumes of smoke sent up from the green wood hissing and popping in the blaze.

While many of my other facebook friends were sitting in the dark singing koombaya after announcing they were partaking in Earth Hour 2010, I proudly displayed the fact that I joined Human Achievement Hour 2010 and was celebrating by watching old rock-n-roll concerts on the 50" plasma with the sound being supplied from my old power gulping 500 watt amp, plugging in the christmas lights again and turning every light in the house on along with the three other televisions.

The night was topped off by propane bbq'd thick beef steaks, icy cold brews from the inefficient old fridge in the garage and showering till the hot water ran out with the missus..

Yes, I do like this "Earth Hour", looking forward to next year already!


ps. I forgot to put the oven on self clean, my bad but there's always next year..

Happy Earth Hour 2010

Given that I am an Indian, and MUCH more in tune with mother earth and her earthly needs than the rest of you white-ass honkie bastards, I thought it only prudent that I share with you my contribution to the much anticipated "Earth Hour 2010".

Although it is still a couple of days away, already I have started to pile wood for what is going to be the "Mother of all Bonfires", because you see, after hours of research, I have concluded that this is the most effective way to spew carbon into the atmosphere in the allotted time. Yesterdays 5:45 am underwear-clad jaunt out to start my truck (it's a BIG stinky diesel, btw) in minus fucking 24 conditions pressed home the need to make this puppy so big it will be visible from the space shuttle when I torch it up.

I am also going to stray from my tradition of eating only self-killed sustenance, and pick up some nice thick t-bones, since they contribute much more carbon than my venison. If I can find some flown in from New Zealand, then so much the better.

Now, before all you frothing, sniveling greenie pinko's start gnashing your teeth to the gums, wailing to Gaia and engaging in group hand-wringing, do not despair. You can offset all of this abuse I am going to release by extending your own "Earth Hour" to Earth Day, Earth Month or whatever else makes you hard (and/or wet). Keep those lights off till fall, wipe your ass 1/4 of the time and flush 1/2 of that, better still, go shit on your lawn and spread it with your bare feet, you get the picture.

It's not like you can't make up for it.

Your welcome..

update: welcome readers from SDA, mooseandsquirrel, stubblejumping redneck

Thank our Warriors

Take a good look at this, and remember it the next time you meet one of them


H/T - Jay Currie

Rest in Peace brother..

All I can say at this time, besides thank you..

Six unimportant things about me..

Since I was tagged at Darcey's (I have no effing idea what this means) here they are:

1. I enjoy photography
2. I like to kill my own food
3. I dabble in Native Art
4. I procrastinate a LOT
5. I am fascinated by the shapely female form
6. I am 50 and in NO need of viagra..


there ya go!

Oh, and I tag:

Cjunk
OMMAG
Daimian
Candace
Chucker
Sheena

Windbag speaks with forked tongue

To quote: I don't mind being a minority voice - my views on human rights hopefully made that clear enough, in recent weeks - but, sometimes, you can only stomach so much. Being the father to an aboriginal child, for example, I have been appalled by the paper's positions on First Nations issues; they were horrible. On racism, on human rights, on a lot of things. It gets to you, after a while..

I for one am sick and tired of Warren and his ilk trotting out this pablum and the accompanying holier than thou attitude that goes with it.

I am the son of an aboriginal man Warren, and nothing in the Post's positions offend me in the slightest. In fact, they are one of the few that says what needs saying. Chief Louie is another, as is Calvin Helin and the gang over at Darcey's place.

Your liberal cure-all solutions of throwing more money at the system has worked SO WELL so far, have they not? Take some solace that the Chiefs and the few others that benefit the most from the largess you keep showering them with are behind you all the way. It makes you feel better and those junkets to Vegas to discuss the horrible plight of all those back home are reaping dividends of massive proportions, are they not?

So spare me please Warren, and any other of you left leaners out there. Stop gnashing yout teeth and wringing your hands for us, we don't need it.

And sorry to tell you this, but WE DONT NEED YOU.