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I don’t know where Wally finds these things; it’s a gift.

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You know you want one.

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A truly epic struggle between good and evil.

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If that’s a recession, I’d like to see what a boom is like. (Reminds me the story about the African who is reported to have said, “I want to come to America and see a country where the poor people are fat.”)

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Invented by an American, of course.

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You know you want one.

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And if you believe that one, they’ll tell you another one.

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Perhaps by coincidence, or perhaps not, Alcatraz is in the constituency of Nancy Pelosi, Speaker of the House of Representatives and a vocal liberal opponent of Guantanamo.

I like it. It has texture, and scope.

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With great power comes great bureaucracy.

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Me want.

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One really loathes seeing tastelessness, self-indulgence, and lack of intelligence jump up onto the table and loudly defend itself.  If you need to dress like a young boy well into your 30s and 40s because you are psychologically crippled or otherwise unable to shrug off adolescent immaturity, that’s fine, but at least have the decency to acknowledge this as a weakness of character.

This guy is one of us.

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Stick a 50-cal turret on the sucker and I’m there.

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Sure, you need 20 years of education for that….

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Some people just refuse to quit.

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Saw an episode of “Buffy” about that once. Life imitates art.

But after she began missing classes last August, a truancy officer investigated Brown. Her real identity was revealed when she was found in jail being held on an unrelated fraud case.

Ah, they don’t make cheerleaders like they used to.

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Much the most interesting thing I’ve seen in the New York Times in years.

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But Sea Salt is like Trader Joes, Banksy, or The Shins-entry level to their respective field.  Therefore, it is important that you learn about other more expensive salts so that you can complain about not having them.  To a white person, this shows that you know and love expensive things but feel sad that you can’t yet afford them.

I have never known a White Person who was not a food snob. Preference for sea salt is an essential component thereof.

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What’s sauce for Harry Reid….

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We have the technology.

Yaacov Ben Moshe wishes you a Merry Christmas, dammit.

Steven Brust, who is one of the outstanding fantasy writers of his generation but politically is a reincarnation of Eugene Debs (I guess fantasy is his life) has an entertaining rant that will sort of stand as an archetype for what all of the “Change We Can Believe In” crowd are probably feeling right now.

I won’t say “I told you so”, but I will enjoy a quiet snicker.

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Might as well, it’s probably obsolete anyway.

Those guys who took an analog phone into the box with them are in for a rude surprise if they ever wake up, though…

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“The way we envision it is, there would be a bunch of these sent out in a swarm,” said Greg Parker, who helps lead the research project at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base in Dayton. “If we know there’s a possibility of bad guys in a certain building, how do we find out? We think this would fill that void.”

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Relatives are “outraged” and plan to sue the city, said John Lemieux, their lawyer.

Of course.

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You never know when one of these babies can save your life.

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Well, they could always change the sort of music they put out…. This just makes plain what a lot of us have been saying for years.

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The Bible is silent on exactly which day God created public transportation, probably sometime between when He created the fish of the sea and the fowl of the air and when He created Kraft Cheese Singles.

Interesting writing in the Washington Post. Whoda thunkit.

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American, of course. I’m impressed.

Of course.

Navy has won 13 straight times against Air Force and Army since 2002, outscoring the programs 441-205 during the streak. The Commander-in-Chief’s Trophy remains docked with Navy.

Quality tells.

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White people love political prisoners because they are individuals who have been locked up because their beliefs or their presence stands in defiance of an unjust system. In fact, most white people would love to be locked up for their beliefs provided that they could go to a jail with private toilets, plenty of books and no rape.

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Now you can buy insurance against the risk of being uninsurable.

I am not making this up.

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Would you buy an ad in a high school teacher’s test?

It is raining small furry animals outside, which means that all the nimrods who were camped out at Best Buy are miserable. I am inside a warm house, with food in the fridge, plenty of cold Pepsi, and no place I have to be for the next three days. I have the Internet and two huge stacks of books, one from the library and one from my wallet. My wife is asleep, which means that I don’t have to look at any cute pictures of cats.

It don’t get any better than this, as we say here in Texas.

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The grownups step in.

We wonder this morning if an Iowa foursome who tried to arrest Karl Rove back in July is wishing they’d had a tutorial on the topic. The four were cited for trespassing after attempting a citizen’s arrest of Rove at the Wakonda County Club in Des Moines, where he spoke at a Republican fundraiser. They were stopped at the country club’s entry gate. On Friday, a jury returned guilty verdict against all four.

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“Two mobile applications, NMobile and Trapster, are providing drivers with up-to-date maps of speed-enforcement zones with live police traps, speed cameras or red-light cameras. Each application pulls up a map pinpointing the locations of speed traps within driving distance and an audio alert will sound as vehicles approach an area tagged as harboring a speed trap.

Change We Can Believe In.

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In light of how far we’ve come from our Red State, non-White People roots, this ought to prove amusing, if not useful. Read it with a glass of pretentious Chardonnay and some overpriced Brie.

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I am not making this up.

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Better pay that Social Security tax.

The Hog likes tools that serve more than one function.

One of the guns that caught my eye a year or two ago was the Thompson .45-caliber rifle. You can buy these with removable buttstocks, and you can add hundred-round drums. That’s not bad. It’s a short weapon with no recoil to speak of, and it will shoot a hundred marvelous .45 ACP rounds as quick as you can pull the trigger. Aiming becomes nearly optional. It’s heavy, and I’m not sure how reliable the drums are, and it will cost over a grand, but it seems like a surprisingly nice defensive weapon.

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“We fill the gaps,” explains the 39-year-old Mr. Prince, a former Navy Seal whose title is chairman and CEO of Blackwater. A graduate of Hillsdale College (his Michigan family previously owned the automobile-parts manufacturer Prince Corporation), he equates Blackwater’s emergence to FedEx, which “evolved due to the lack of capabilities and responsiveness of the USPS” [U.S. Postal Service].

The Hog continues to refuse to discuss politics.

It’s really unfortunate that women are allowed to vote. Whatever problems would arise from male-only suffrage, at least we would be safe from socialism and pacifism, and we would always be allowed to defend ourselves and our families.

Won’t even touch the stuff. God and gardening, that’s all he’s doing these days.

The Hog takes a look at some basic tools.

I’m thinking I may reserve the Gerber for pig-slicing. It looks ideal for the job. That saw on the back will make short work of the stubborn bits. If I sharpen the knife edge up, it should slice pork really well. And while I love my 14? Forschner scimitar knife, a machete sends a message a kitchen knife just can’t equal. It says, “Men are eating. Go back in the house until the police come.”

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If, indeed, you ever knew it in the first place.

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What’s not to like?

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What White Person hasn’t worried about protecting that all-important wine collection from the hazards of living on the Left Coast? Well, fret no more — WIRED is on the case.