Per Swissy’s request for me to post excerpts from my books because we are running low on content, here we go.
From Dunham (← buy it there): 1780, middle of the Atlantic, in a doldrums —
Our heroine, Celia Bancroft/Captain Jack/Captain Fury, is an American privateer captain sailing a sixth-rate patrol.
Our hero, Elliott Raxham/Fourteenth Earl Tavendish/Captain Judas, is a British pirate captain and reluctant earl sailing a third-rate man-o-war.
A tertiary character, Maarten Gjaltema, is a Dutch pirate who often sails with Fury. He sails a fourth-rate.
The three of them are grappled together in the middle of the ocean whilst they are becalmed, to have a few days of merriment for however long they are caught without wind.
Elliott had never had better meals at sea, not even once he was promoted to fleet commander. Sailors—especially impressed ones—were resentful enough, and Elliott had learned that eating modestly, though a bit above his men, was a small way he could mitigate the anger aboard a ship and still display his rank and privilege appropriately. Fury, it seemed, took the opposite tack. Those pleasures she would not give up, she shared with the rest of her crew. Then again, she had one-fifth the complement he did and could afford such luxuries.
“I did not think your galley could outshine itself,” he said in wonder once he paused to take in the savory foreign dishes.
“Thank you,” she returned, picked up her cup of lemonade and drank it down, then poured another.
“I could never afford this.”
She shrugged. “’Tis a point of contention with my mother, who thinks I am too extravagant, but I have the funds and see no point in austerity if there is no need.” She pointed her spoon at him. “Pare down to a real pirate ship and you could.”
He shrugged.
“How do you keep your secrets with four hundred men who could turn on you at any moment?”
“Five hundred. All my officers know who I am and why I have embarked upon this path. Indeed, they are as invested in doing so as I and for the same reasons. There are perhaps one hundred regular seamen who also know and have the same motives. I rely upon their goodwill and hatred of the Royal Navy to keep the rest in line.”
“Tell me: Barring soldiers, how few men would you need to sail and fight?”
“Two hundred fifty able seamen,” Elliott said, “provided they can also fight as well as my marines.”
“One hundred fifty, rather,” Fury drawled with a sidelong glance.
“You have that many here, and this vessel in no wise compares to mine for size.”
She smiled sweetly. “I like my extravagances, as you have seen, and I can afford them. I could sail this ship with forty persons did I have to. I like good food, good liquor, good entertainment of an evening, and good sleep. You, on the other hand, have a large secret to keep, which is an extravagance you cannot afford. You would have to give up sleeping, though, to pull one or more men’s share of the work aside from your own.”
Elliott would not dignify that with an answer, as he did not care being lectured to thusly as if he were a midshipman three days out and green around the gills. Oblivious, she continued:
“The fact of the matter is that you are not comfortable sailing any way other than how you were taught. Considering how soundly you sleep when in the bed of a pirate you don’t know, I would wager you don’t find much rest anyroad.”
She had noticed, then. “I cannot deny that,” Elliott murmured.
“You say you leave no survivors. Have you once taken a ship that required the use of a marine where an armed sailor would have sufficed?”
He pursed his lips and again declined to belay her assumptions.
“I thought not. The loss of your marines and the other two hundred men you don’t know and don’t trust would make this endeavor easier for you. Any seaman can be turned into a gunner.”
He laughed bitterly and sat back in his chair. “You must think me the stupidest commander who ever sailed.”
Her head snapped up from her bowl, her wrinkled in confusion. “Most certainly not. Why in God’s name would you think that?”
“According to you, I have done everything wrong.”
She scoffed. “If you had done everything wrong, you and your crew would be dead. You have met success after success, and your ship barely has a dent in it. ’Tis simply that you have done everything with more than you needed to be successful and thus laid yourself and your officers a heavier burden than necessary. But so what. ’Tis not stupid to take on more provisions than you need. Extra can be tossed overboard, but more cannot be found in the middle of the ocean. ’Tis a matter of degrees of efficiency, not fatal errors.”
She laughed without humor and took another bite. “I tell you … if Washington had men like you, Congress wouldn’t need to hand out letters of marque to any merchant who can pay the bond. He needs a navy he doesn’t have and cannot get. I dare say, whether you care or not, whether you intended it or not, whether you realized it or not, you make up a significant portion of our navy, and you, Sir, are no barbarian.”
Elliott couldn’t help but laugh.
“Such a large crew also necessitates you lead by fear, and I suspect this is not to your taste or your nature.”
“I very rarely flog anyone.”
Her eyebrow rose. “Oh? Then how do you keep order?”
“Ball ’twixt the eyes.”
She stared at him warily for a long moment. “Oh,” she said in a very small voice.
“Minor infractions I care naught for so long as the work gets done. But— A shot through the head for cheating at games. The kind of insubordination you showed Dunham. A threat my identity will be exposed. Theft. Rape. I’ve no time for formalities.”
She glared at him suddenly. “I hope you are as careful about enforcing that if the victim is a woman as you are if ’tis a man.”
“I make no distinction, nor do I make a distinction whether it happens aboard ship or ashore. Or even if ’tis against a whore.”
She nodded approvingly. “That is efficient,” she murmured. “What more?”
He shrugged. “I cannot think of anything else that has been done to warrant that. I had no reason or desire to do that whilst in the Navy, but I underestimated the influence of government sanction on men’s behavior.”
“What do you fear most that you lie awake at night?”
Elliott looked at her and wondered if he should tell her all his worries. It was not one or two things. Nor was it five or six. It was a dozen, and a dozen more on top that, worries major and minor. ’Twould seem all he had done in the last four years was worry.
Finally he sighed. “Too many things to list. One of them is the fact that the Navy now knows Captain Judas and the Silver Shilling actually exist. Another is that both Rathbone and Bancroft may have seen me. If they did, the question is whether they can identify me or not.”
Fury chewed on her tongue a bit. “They know you, don’t they? In your real life? They have sailed with you?”
“Aye. I served under Rathbone and trained Bancroft. Further, I did a favor for Rathbone when I was a very new captain that I soon came to regret deeply.”
She said nothing, though the question in her face was plain. He refused with a shake of his head. “I don’t speak of it. ’Tis one of very few things I am ashamed of in my career.”
“Rathbone is my adversary, if not my enemy, but his reputation is that of an honorable man. I cannot imagine him setting you upon such a dishonorable task.”
“He did not know what it entailed and he did not know what it cost to have it done. He still doesn’t.”
Elliott was not aware he was clutching his spoon so hard he was bending it until Fury laid her hand over his fist. “Judas,” she said softly with a comforting smile. “I ken. You are not alone anymore.”
Anymore.
“Would you care to sail with us?”
Elliott blinked. Was she was offering exactly what he needed but was loath to ask after she had all but charged him with stupidity? He could not find words.
“Judas?” she said carefully. “Have I offended you or made you suspicious of me?”
“Nay,” he lied. “I have not sailed in a fleet in years. ’Twould be a nice change.” He slid her a glance and smirked. “Why should I trust you?”
“I haven’t killed you.” Elliott’s smirk turned into a laugh, but realized she had not caught his jest. “I have killed men for lesser offenses than what you dealt me by stealing my figurehead.” Or mayhap she had. “Yet here we are after that, of four days’ acquaintance, having fucked to hell and gone—after you sneaked aboard my ship—sharing meals and secrets, touring each other’s ships, and leaving our crews to their pleasures.
“You are heavy in the water, Sir. You have something very valuable in that hold of yours, because cotton and tobacco do not weigh that much, and you do not have enough armament and ordnance to displace so much. Do you think Maarten and I could not take you to find out what? You are bigger, true, but we are seasoned pirates, having together taken ships bigger than yours. And my hold is utterly barren, as I sent my last prize ahead of me to Rotterdam.”
He drew in a deep breath.
“I might not know your name, Sir, but I know you are of the upper classes, a merchant or landowner’s son. I know that you were not born your father’s heir, and that you have been somehow charged with continuing your line or you would not be obligated to wed. I also suspect a few other things of you, which I will allow you to wonder over. With what I know, it would not take me but half a glass in London to learn your name. Questions of trust are moot at this point. You have no choice but to trust me, and, I will submit, you would not be here—and sleeping so well in my bed—if you did not already know you could.”
Giggity.
Well, that’s not yet as baudy as I
anticipatedhoped for, but I’m not good at subtext. I just imagine it with more heaving bosoms.Bawdy.
Maybe he’s really interested in the data rate.
I suspect the love scenes in this book are a bit too steamy for our family-friendly rating. Erotic asphyxiation is too much even for Steve Smith.
STEVE SMITH NOT MEAN TO ATHPHYSCIATE OR WHATEVER SILLY HOOMAN SAY. HE JUST MUFFLE SCREAM.
This book sits upon a shelf in my home and I was told I’m not allowed to read it. ?
I read the ship ratings and was sold, you know what your writing about,
Purchased,
Thanks, Yusef.
Aye Ma’am, Any Port inna Storm!
Please forgive the off-topic Mojeaux. Re-posting from the last thread:
We have to start wearing masks at work again and I am pissed. How about a Thursday Zoom to vent about this shit? Starts at 8pm Eastern.
No problem. How infuriating.
getunmask.com
They’re tolerable.
Thanks. I just picked one up to try.
Thanks to Hyperbole and OwnBestEnemy. Nice chat, I’m definitely in a better mood now. I’m going to shut it down in 10 minutes. Hope to see you all tomorrow at our regularly scheduled zoom.
Pirate smut?
It’s in the book. I’m not posting it here.
You’ll just have to buy the book, Hyp.
I cannot partake in smut, my soul is as pure as the driven snow.
Also driven like the snow.
Yes!!
I was expecting something more Canadian
*sigh*
Fine.
Don’t feel like you have to humor my bag taste.
Slum’s bag taste.
Well… yes. I adore that song.
It wants to be adored.
I broke my cardinal music rule by posting a song I hate.
I love the SR except that song.
Nothing wrong with that song, while not their best.
I love some of their later tunes
I like their poppier stuff, which pretty much excludes Fool’s Gold and everything that came after.
Their first album was a revelation to me in 1989 and later I got some earlier EP’s that I really like but oofa I did not care for the 2nd album when it finally came out.
He wants to know how the hook and the peg leg figure into it, that’s all.
There IS a Peg in it, just sayin’. No pegging though.
SEA SMITH SAY COME ON IN, WATER FINE.
Minor quibble. I have doubts that the ship in question would be capable of being dented. It seems like it would crack or break some planks instead. Dented to me, is more appropriate for metal ships. Otherwise, I enjoyed the excerpt. Thanks.
Figure of speech, not a literal dent.
Thanks!
Sorry, I proofread for my wife all the time. It’s become a habit.
wood dents just fine
Yeah, but enough to affect something the size of ship? I admit, though, it was hypercritical and I feel bad for pointing it out. Especially because I totally enjoyed the read. But I get a little too picky about that kind of stuff. I’m sure in compete context, I’d have forgotten it by the next page or two.
Don’t feel bad at all. It’s a good thing to point out.
The thing is that people do not speak precisely. They have a point and they want to get to it. Most people converse in good faith that the they will understand the spirit of what was said. Conveying that in print where someone can say, “Hey, but wait–” is part of the challenge of writing.
Supposedly, cannon balls bounced off the sides of “old ironsides”.
I just interpreted the comment to mean the ship had survived multiple combats with cannonball dents in the wooden sides.
Just my random thought for the day.
I guess I always attributed it to glancing shots. Shape of the hull and all.
(shrugs). Don’t know.
Oak timbers so hard that common bore cannon balls bounced off. No penetration.
At least, that was my understanding.
I’m in the lottery to be on the Constitution when they bring it out next July 4th. That would be amazing.
IIRC, the American variety of oak from which the ship was crafted is significantly denser in its cellular structure than the European variety from which Royal Navy ships were built. It would take 6” of European oak to stop a shot that would be deflected by just 4” of New World oak.
American Oak-ceptionalism!
Yarp!?
Ahhh….brings me back to my yoot, when I read fiction. I’m-a buy a coupla your books for my cruise, Moj. Especially this one, seeing as the cruise is in the Caribbean.
Celia and Elliott meet in Oranjestad, Sint Eustatius.
Elliott spends quite a bit of time in the Caribbean once he gets his letter of marque from Congress.
And I have given a nod to the hurricane of 1780, which is the worst Caribbean hurricane on record (but muh climate change!).
Nice!! I love to relate places to books I’ve read. You know I read Bertrice Small’s portrayals of Istanbul with a very critical eye. I think she did a great job.
Google street view helps. 😉
I have to go pick up something I bought online, and the dude’s house has a name rather than a number, and I can’t even find anything with that name in the postcode he provided, using street view. Of course, I could just ask him, but I did like trying to sleuth it for about three minutes before I got bored.
I watch one of your paisanos on YouTube (GeoWizard) who spends hours playing Geoguessr – essentially what you just described.
/nerd
This man has managed to monetize his bone idleness?
I wonder if playing that much Geoguessr could be a reasonable start in training toward being a geospatial intel analyst, if you can pick up on and learn things like building materials, architectural styles, etc specific to certain areas, some secret squirrel secret tradecraft knowledge about other things to look for…
Ooh, sounds very smart.
(the lack of house number, that is)
I dunno. I heard if you change a house’s name it sinks.
Great story Mo. not my style of novel, but I can still enjoy your writing.
“Ball ’twixt the eyes.”
20 bucks is still 20 bucks.
Thanks! Elliott’s actually quite efficient.
To anyone who could use a little more of a pickmeup after already being picked up properly and promptly by Moj’s pirate prose, please peruse this pictorial perspective on panzoological partner procurement.
Good ‘un, limey!
“I’m in 5th gear.” I’m going to have to work that into daily conversation.
Derp’s gig here at glibs gets harder every day.
I thought it was gonna be a warning that the other kids would choke yours for wearing these in public.
LOL
I’m having an unpleasant flashback to 7th grade when my and a friend’s arms were twisted as part of a school project into walking into a toy store, finding a toy, and demanding to talk to a manager to point out how dangerous it was.
Brutal. Thrown right in at the deep end in intensive Karen training.
That’s an important lesson to learn – that no one gives a fuck about children’s stupid opinions.
For some reason, I find the Canadian sales figures funny –
OMG the dew point and temperature are only 3 degrees apart. Talk about moist
Hazy and wood smoke in the air again today.
I was watching the Two Harbors live camera and the smoke looked bad there
today was 77 and 77, a swamp, I’m so not used ti this humidity, I’m a Lizard For God’s Sake,
https://archive.li/0e8O2/c7e8317186c3b043a65d0565b014787bb821330f.jpg
NSFW.
https://archive.li/eQoYK/dba9419b353268811a86608f7990f05c5ddd39ec.webp
NSFW.
https://archive.li/9kmQV/334a2ddca99814324ec67a936f85ca3f2ad2cdb4.webp
NSFW.
https://archive.li/WjGUq/5dbfa5df7d5819da62b1a7d741920c9248e94b0e.webp
NSFW.
I’m on the floor Bro, Bring them Busty Redheads!
/On the the floor is a trade term that tells people you are around and nearbye
https://archive.li/1DIiq/bbde5357eaa578e4c793db60bd32ee3d805ac5de.jpg
NSFW.
https://archive.li/hhDsP/be1796f3bc847f7b44af26f5b300796486337758.jpg
NSFW.
OMG, I’ll be in my bunk, Memories of BIG Titties….
Wall to wall heat in that set. Bravo.
Is it NSFW if it is all Real Dolls? If you had a real woman wear a plastic suit that just looked naked without actually being so, is that NSFW?
Jesus. Yes, to everything in that picture.
Yes, I am interested in sailing lessons.
fun fact: the most successful pirate of all time was a Chinese woman who escaped from a brothel:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6BALmDghybk
See also Irish pirate queen Grace O’Malley
It’s past my usual bedtime, but I have tomorrow off. Yay for tall cans and glibbing!
Chinese prostitutes do really well, because an hour later….
I’m a sipper rather than a chugger and tall cans get too warm for me.
Yay, Glibs! Thanks for attempting to keep me sane!
Grace O’Malley is, in fact, mentioned in the book as a pirate queen. Our intrepid heroine compares herself unfavorably to Grace.
Ching Shih was born in 1775, so this is a bit before her time.
Im off to work, kids. Dont tear the place apart.
Also, I want to know can you get to that ?
Every Saturday Yusef brightenes our day with Powerline’s collection of memes. Thursday is a coection of charts. I neede to see this one.
https://i0.wp.com/www.powerlineblog.com/ed-assets/2021/07/IMG_4654.jpeg?w=714&ssl=1
OK, that’s excellent. Bravo to whoever made that.
Sorry to read belatedly that this guy is no longer funny. But he wrote / writes for Bill Maher, so perhaps not too surprising.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=oZO5wqYUYPg
Somehow ended up on Active Self Protection’s channel. I have no idea why I find them so compelling, but I just can’t stop watching them.
John’s a good guy.
Because sometimes you see a violent criminal shot in self-defense.
My back is so jacked up I had the niece do my laundery for 50 bucks, til then I’m in pink fleese shorts, comfy but ghey af,
Hawt.
Pics or it didn’t happen.
Really wierd pic, but it did happen,
https://photos.app.goo.gl/EfD6uhmUho9aykTM9
Meh, I’ve worn worse.
Where and when?
What shade of pink?
For that much money, I hope it was many loads.
https://photos.app.goo.gl/itU5duM1TFhwGSDA7
Pink Lemonade, 80$ I love them!
I pay well for service,
A pirate’s life for me.
Head Bopping, legs hopping, Jump!
Cool thanks!
Hey, Moje! If you’re planning to post any more of these, please allow me to put in my request for Magdalene. You know that’s my favorite! (Not that I can relate to any of the hero’s experiences based on shit that happened in my “past life”…)
For now, it’s past my bedtime, and I still have to wash my hair! I’ll see the early morning crew…early in the morning.
Oh, okay! I try to find things with sections that can be excerpted with little context, so I will page through and see what I can come up with.
As always, Mojo delivers it smooth. It would take a chapter or so for me to get into that style of speaking. Compliment not a complaint.
Thanks, Straff. It took me a few days of practice and extra thought to get to where I could just flip and switch to write that way. “Okay, here’s how we say it NOW; how can it be said in THAT language and did these certain words exist at that time?”
Fun fact: The word “loophole” was in use at the time and was used in legalese.
Despite Hype’s ignorant assertion, I loved Moby Dick. Half the fun is going through the process of getting used to the vocabulary and speaking patterns.
There is a certain musicality about it. The fun (not) part is trying to make all those rhythms different for each character.
Finally figured out that I don’t need to wear a mask anywhere. Just walk around holding one pretending to be about to put it on.
Filthy gaijin spreading the disease.
The mask thing has really been driving me crazy. I can’t express how much I hated being forced to wear a piece of cloth over my mouth and nose to shop and at jobs. I’m massively pissed that my kids will likely have to wear them at school again. If it isn’t going to stop I have to move the fam to a state that is not going to do this shit. Not really wanting to start over someplace new edging towards fifty with kids, but if it keeps on I’ll be forced to make a move sooner than I wanted.
Do you think they’ll have in person schooling this year?
My kids had it from the beginning of November full time until mid June at a local Catholic school. It will be open again, but if the state is requiring masks then they will dutifully follow. I hate it, I don’t want my kids masked for years, but both of us work outside the house, so homeschool was difficult.
Now pull the other one.
https://twitchy.com/sarahd-313035/2021/07/28/dr-anthony-fauci-explains-that-the-cdc-hasnt-really-flip-flopped-at-all-on-masks-because-he-thinks-youre-all-stupid-amnesiacs-video/
Argh! He should, by right, walk the plank into shark infested waters.
And none will bring up the inconvenient fact that the CDC’s recommendation for 13 years was for facecovering or explore why Fauci and everyone else suddenly discarded it in early 2020. Or the FDA approvals of N95 respirators for use by the general public in a public health emergency. Memory holed because it doesn’t work for anyone’s angle.
U.S. military personnel will be asked their vaccination status or will face testing.
And still not a privacy violation because it’s “voluntarily” disclosed. Bullshit.
The Pentagon is every bit as bad as the general civil service and is suffering from an infestation of scumbags.
Because politics and tyrants attempting to take our rights is raising my blood pressure, I’ve been listening to various songs in which the 2 versions are very very different.
Tom Waite “take it with me” https://youtu.be/QDj2y9wEnm4
Marc Martel “take it with me”
https://youtu.be/WOFplsuvTmQ
Very different but both hauntingly beautiful
Tears for tears “Mad World”
https://youtu.be/u1ZvPSpLxCg
Gary Jules “mad world”
https://youtu.be/Oa-ae6_okmg
I can’t pick a favorite.
I prefer the second one because it was played in the helicopter at sundown after fulfilling a contract on my birthday. First and only time that I’d been in one. Early December and the sky was red. I’ll take that memory to the grave.
I think it was in Donnie Darko, too. ?
Not like the original
Also not like the original
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=8YGqrk_81GA
?
https://philadelphia.cbslocal.com/2021/07/29/tornado-warning-bucks-county-pennsylvania-new-jersey/
Local news. 2 confirmed tornados so far.
Yikes! You & yours out of harm’s way, I hope?
Saw this on local news last night, remembered you were in that area. Seems you’re OK, one bit of good news for the day.
Opposite side of the county. We had warnings but that was it.
https://www.pennlive.com/nation-world/2021/07/if-you-have-the-worst-summer-cold-ever-heres-the-reason-why.html
Am I supposed to panic?
You know the answer to that.
Take some vitamin C and shut the fuck up.
https://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2021/07/wth-bidens-latest-sales-pitch-get-vaxxed-even-fully-vaccinate-delta-variant-system/
Worst marketing ever, but they finally got the Hyperbole. *shrug*
https://www.guinnessworldrecords.com/news/2021/7/meet-the-woman-whose-record-breaking-mouth-gape-went-viral-on-tiktok-669447
Not as hawt as it should be.
She looks like a big mouth. I hope her actual voice is like Hooks in Police Academy.
That’s quite a maw.
Nice pull!
Good morning.
I’m gonna try to have a better day than the rest of this week. ?
Low bar, though.
I’ve written off the rest of this week and decided to take a day off and go to a Pinball convention in Allentown today.
watch out for that deaf, dumb, blind kid.
I hear he plays a mean pinball.
Morning, Sean.
how do you do keto fried rice?
Riced cauliflower?
Didn’t mean to derail the frugality discussion earlier into argument; sorry. Was just musing aloud about reacquainting myself with keto.
/ponders popsicle-precipitated pudginess, resumes lurking
But does it react similarly enough when you put it in a really hot wok with oil?
I don’t recall an argument, but I was also splitting my attention with work, so I may have missed it.
No, it probably wouldn’t.
I dunno, seems to have happened after I fell back asleep earlier. Sorry, Moj and Chafed. Wasn’t trying to get anyone to enact my labor. “Can you start my orange for me?”
Here.
Pretty straight forward, but it’s more low carb than keto. You’d have to really up the fat content of the dish to make it keto.
You “rice” the cauliflower with a standard size grater.
I mostly need to get rid of the rice part. I just figured you’d have an answer to the question stashed away somewhere.
My gf makes it more than i do. She’s able to pass it off as rice to her elderly mother, in an effort to get her to eat moar vegetables.
Good morning, Sean, ‘loosey, Stinky, & U.
I had not such a great day yesterday, but it got better by the end – the home team won the baseball game, and I actually managed to get something accomplished before bed.
Now, it’s Friday! And I’m going to get through the rest of the returned mail at work today if it kills me!
Don’t let it kill you! We’d all be sad, and you’d be dead.
I’ll report back when the dirty deed is done. I shall emerge triumphant!
So the hot dog flipped?
Don’t be silly, Fes! BURGERS flip. Hot dogs roll!
Good morning! ?
We can fix that.
*cuts hotdog in half lengthwise, applies to grill*
Morning. Hope things improve for you. It’s Friday, I’m sure it will get better.
Personally, my week is going to probably end on a shitty note. Over did it in the 110 degree heat index over the last two days. Last night I went to use the restroom and my back seized up and my left leg went into charlie horse mode from ankle to knee. Dehydration and lack of potassium and electrolytes, probably. Haven’t been comfortable enough to sleep and won’t be able to work today in all likelihood. Kinda need the money but if I’m too jacked up to sling a 32ft ladder around a house it’s a no go. Maybe I can make it up tomorrow.
Ugh! Hope you can get your body chemistry back in balance ASAP. ?
I’ll be fine. Just need to remember I’m in my forties now and can’t ignore the signs my body sends me to back things off a bit.
My brain: I’ll be fine! I need to get this shit done!
My body: Oh, really? We’ll just see about that.
That’s right about the time that my inner ears decided that I couldn’t handle heights anymore. Good luck to you.
Good news: “Iceland’s Chief Epidemiologist Suggests COVID-19 Restrictions Could Last For Up To 15 Years”
https://www.zerohedge.com/covid-19/icelands-chief-epidemiologist-suggests-covid-19-restrictions-could-last-15-years
Whoops, sorry, I meant the opposite of good news. Small country and all but ideas like that don’t exist in a vacuum.
Good God! At this point I’m half tempted to start a Demolition Man style sewer colony to get away from these damn people.
Agreed, I’d rather become a C.H.U.D. than have to deal with this shit for that long.
*hands SW a rat burger*
15 years? Why not 10? 20?
Must be some awesome SCIENCE to come up with that specific number.
Just long enough to get an entire generation of young people to be hopelessly enslaved to the idea that anything outside of “the collective” is selfish and evil.
Mornin’ Fine folk! My week was like any other. I’ve got this shambling toward Bethlehem down pat.
There goes the neighborhood…
https://nypost.com/2021/07/30/hamptons-real-estate-is-getting-too-expensive-report/
I’m sure there are a few million inner city residents who would like to trade places with you. Make them an offer, problem solved.
““There’s so much money now it’s nauseating,” a longtime Amagansett homeowner told Vanity Fair. “I’m a 1-percenter. But I bear no resemblance to these people.””
Go play in traffic you idiot.
The politics of envy. I’m happy enough to work a shitty job that keeps me in beer and ciggies. So far as future plans, what the fuck are those? That retirement article yesterday was alien to me. I don’t have anything that needs to be passed along for further generations. I’m just waiting around to die. I’m pretty sanguine about that fact.
Make shitty choices, win shitty prizes, Welcome to the Club Festus,
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I’m in, I’m in!!
Yup. I could have knuckled under at 25 but freedom ain’t free. I just punched back enough to keep the wolves from the door and that seems to be my life’s trajectory. I can live and die with all of those choices.
Aw, you cheer us up, F.
Sorry to hear about the collected physical and emotional ailments here.
So you’re a club member as well eh?
I’m flipping off the Eagle as well, but it’s still gonna eat me,
/Last act of defiance
I got dragged out to The Hamptons by wifey and her family about 15 years ago. That article pretty much sums up my feelings then. I want nothing to do with the kind of vapid Noo Yawkah who acts the big-spender in such an ostentatious way. On the other hand, Montauk is a great time and the Lawn Guyland beaches help to reduce the numbers of those people down in Sanibel and Boca Grande.
suh’ fam
yo whats goody
Not my attitude, apparently. Needs moar sweaty tits.
Teddy Roosevelt lives!
https://www.upi.com/Odd_News/2021/07/28/bull-moose-Vail-parking-garage-Colorado-Parks-Wildlife/4761627487370/
Next up: Lou Reed