So…Something IS Rotten in

SWEDEN?

Whoda thunk it? Doop dee doop dee fishy chowder was fur reelz.

Mind you, møøslim apologyst bites Kan be pretti nasti.

Sweden Democrats: Trump was right

Two leading Swedish politicians have a message for President Trump’s critics: He’s right.

Per Jimmie Akesson and Mattias Karlsson, both leaders of the Sweden Democrats, penned a Wall Street Journal op-ed on Wednesday supporting Trump’s characterization of a Muslim immigrant-led crime crisis in Sweden.

“Mr. Trump did not exaggerate Sweden’s current problems,” Akesson and Karlsson wrote. “If anything, he understated them.”

Trump was ridiculed by many after he gave a speech Saturday citing Sweden among a list of European countries affected by the scourge of Islamic terror. Referring to the massive number of Middle Eastern refugees that have poured into the country, Trump said Sweden was “having problems like they never thought possible.” Some Swedish politicians openly derided Trump’s portrayal of the country – but riots in a heavily immigrant suburb of Stockholm on Monday evening put an end to most of the mockery.

Nothing Makes the House Smell Better

…than citrus and spices in a rolling boil on the stove.

That you slap fat, luscious duck breasts into once it cools. 😀

Okay, here’s how we whipped together Citrus Brined Duck Breasts last night.

I used a riff on a recipe I scribbled on a piece of paper in the mid 80’s, while watching one of A&E’s interminable cooking shows (remember when they had programming like that?)
For 2 duck breasts:

Had 2 juicy oranges and a lime left in the fridge, so halved, juiced and flung them into a 3 qt saucepan. Added what was left of the kosher salt in the cellar on the counter, which was about 1/4 C with about 3 T of sugar* and 2 heaping T of FRESH pickling spices. Cover with water to about 1/2 of the pan, bring to a rolling boil and give it a minute or two to really get going. Then turn it off, take it off the heat, let it cool.

We hit the commissary while it cooled down.

Got back from grocery shopping, it was still a tad warm, popped it in the fridge while I got the duck breasts out. Laid them in an oval dish, strained the still-sort-of-warm brine over the top (by “strained” I mean “kept the big pieces out”), covered with plastic wrap and into the fridge for the next 3-4 hours. If they’re not floating in the liquid, get in there and rotate them every once in a while so the brine makes it to every BIT of the breast.

Get your grill cranking.

The original recipe said 4-6 hours, but life isn’t like that. I think we had 3 1/2, tops. OUT they came. Dry them off, LIGHTLY score the skin, then salt and pepper.

Skin side down on the actual fire, hash mark them. (Watch for flame-ups, because once the skin starts to render, DUCK GREASE BURNS!) Meat side down for a few seconds, then move off the direct flame, turn heat down and finish roasting until you read 130° for medium rare (We went to 135° and they were just a hair to close to medium, but still ever so juicy.)(Sincerely, do NOT overcook duck. DO. NOT.). Immediately prior to the very end, paint with the veriest shimmer of a GOOD BarBQ sauce and let it set. You DON’T want it coated. Just a glaze, a HINT of smokey sweet.

Let them rest while you get the rest of your meal organized and then slice across the grain.


We just had a salad, biscuits and roasted cauliflower.

Worked out great. And even with a truncated brine time, the subtle spices in the duck were divine.

That’s a keeper.

*for ALL my cooking/baking, I ONLY use raw cane sugar, organic or otherwise. Its grassy flavor adds an unbelievable nuance to anything you’re doing, especially baking.

Canadian Cannibal

Maybe you all will remember our “spirited” back and forth years ago on the relative merits of Canadian bus passengers sitting on their asses as one of their fellow passengers gets his poor head sawed off, then gnawed on? You know, the same “sat on their asses” do-nothings who decided two years later they were SO TRAUMATIZED they had to sue the bus company?

Yeah. THOSE guys.

Well, the lunatic who caused all this grief IS, in classic Canadian fashion, NOW a free man.

FREEDOM GRANTED TO MAN WHO BEHEADED BUS PASSENGER IN CANADA

WINNIPEG, Manitoba (AP) — A Canadian man who was found not criminally responsible for beheading and cannibalizing a fellow passenger on a Greyhound bus has been granted his freedom.

Manitoba’s Criminal Code Review Board announced Friday it has given Will Baker, formerly known as Vince Li, an absolute discharge, meaning he is no longer subject to monitoring.

Baker, a diagnosed schizophrenic, killed Tim McLean, a young carnival worker who was a complete stranger to Baker, in 2008. A year later he was found not criminally responsible due to mental illness.

NOT SUBJECT TO MONITORING” Heh.

“He is no longer a violent person,” Summerville said. “I will say, yes, he absolutely understands that he has to (take his medication) and has a desire to live a responsible, moral life and never succumb to psychotic episodes and not to hurt anybody ever again.”

That should turn out well.

And WHEN it does, I sure hope the NEXT round of Canadians who have half a chance to distract him while he’s in the process of murdering another human being in a most horrific fashion…um…DO SO.

“One of These Days Somebody Will Be Blowing Taps for Me”

And so they are.

Korean War veteran Guy Taylor died Monday night at the age of 84.

May there be bugles aplenty for you, Marine, in the great ever after. Thank you.

Semper Fi.

Please Don’t Read This Post

…until I’ve had a chance to stock the larder.

Thank you.

Now you can panic.

Nation’s bacon reserves hit 50-year low as prices rise

The country’s bacon reserves are at the lowest levels in half a century.

In other words, pig farmers can’t keep up with the world’s sizzling appetite for those fatty, smoky strips of sheer eating pleasure.

The Ohio Pork Council, a Columbus-based non-profit, reported Tuesday that demand for frozen pork belly, frequently made into bacon, is outpacing supply.

“Today’s pig farmers are setting historic records by producing more pigs than ever,” said Rich Deaton, president of the organization. “Yet our reserves are still depleting.”

There are literally not enough little piggies going to market.

Happy Robert Burns Day!!!

Their Headgear Was Also Functional

God bless them, EVERY one.

I Hadn’t Seen Ashley Judd’s SLIGHTLY WHACKO Women’s March Performance

…until this morning.

Now that I HAVE (and I’ll share with you 😀 )…

…I knew EXACTLY who she was channeling and see if you don’t agree with me.

Large. Marge.

Right?

Precisely.

So the New Guy in the Oval Office

…has been a busy bee this morning…

Rep. Bradley Byrne ?@RepByrne 21m21 minutes ago
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President Trump just took 3 major steps: (1) withdrawal from #TPP, (2) federal hiring freeze, and (3) restored #ProLife Mexico City policy.

FYI: “Mexico City Policy” ~

The Mexico City Policy is an intermittent United States government policy that required all foreign non-governmental organizations (NGOs) that receive federal funding to refrain from performing or promoting abortion services as a method of family planning with non-U.S. government funds in other countries.

So the guy’s humming right along and sure looks like he’s keeping some promises right off the bat.

Not a bad start for a first full day. Here’s hopin’.

End of an Error

Here’s hoping for much better and that he lives up to the trust placed in him.

#GodBlessAmerica

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Congratulations to Our Baby Boy, Ebola

Also known as the Air Force’s FINEST meteorologist.

Handsome devil just reenlisted.

#SoProud

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#AMERICA

Yes, It’s THAT Day of the Year…Again

As it’s been many, MANY YEARS before and will be in the future. It’s…

BINGLEY’S BIRTHDAY!!!!

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And there was much rejoicing.

Left Suddenly Not So Hot on Police Accountability

Oh, there’s NOTHING REMOTELY SUSPICIOUS about THIS:

Why DC Police Body Cameras Will Be Off as Officers Monitor Inauguration Protests

All D.C. cops have body cameras. All D.C. cops’ body cameras WILL BE OFF on Inauguration Day unless they have to arrest someone. At THAT point ~ the actual arrest ~ they can turn their camera ON.

Suddenly protesters on the Left are all worried about THEIR “constitutional rights” and, far from demanding police keep the cameras rolling to prove the police action side of the story, they’re ALL WORRIED about having THEIR OWN ACTIONS caught on camera.

They’re in public. They have no right to privacy, as they’ve so often reminded the various police departments across the country who’ve tried to impede citizens taking video from a sidewalk, as well as their DEMANDING WORKING body cams on EVERY cop in the US.

WHO protects the police against spurious and malicious complaints of violence and excessive force? Where is the police union?

I Heard It’s Going to Be Cold In Virginia on Thursday

I’m practicing.

Cat Curling

I Know Trump Is Supposed to Be the “Fuzzy” One

…one matters of the Constitution, but the Pennsylvania Avenue Pedant sure wants to give him a run for his imperial money. Take a gander at what the CURRENT EIGHT YEAR OCCUPANT of the White House had to say to a group of servicemen at MacDill about their duties as members of the Armed Forces of the United States:

…During the speech, President Obama wanted to remind the troops that they had the right and the duty to protest President-elect Trump once he takes office. He said he wanted to remind them “that each of us has…the universal right to speak your minds and to protest against authority; to live in a society that’s open and free; that can criticize our president without retribution.

I’m sure the whole “run your mouth about the Commander-in-Chief” part will be a NEWS FLASH to the folks in the audience and a revelation to members already severely sanctioned for having unwisely done EXACTLY that about OBAMA, while representing themselves AS active duty military members.

A Cheerful Friday GIF For Bingley

…considering his current obsession.

via GIPHY

God Bless Them

Battleship USS West Virginia sunk and burning at Pearl Harbor on Dec. 7, 1941. In background is the battleship USS Tennessee.

Battleship USS West Virginia sunk and burning at Pearl Harbor on Dec. 7, 1941. In background is the battleship USS Tennessee.

As Expected, Jimmy Carter Embarrassed the Shit Out of Us

…mooning over Fidel’s going to an undeserved peaceful end.

Hardest hit? The six year old the Canadians elected, who was late to the “I miss Fidel” party.

Ding, Dong

The son of a bitch is DEAD.

Hardest hit?

Jimmy Carter and Justin Trudeau…you’re shocked, right?

And media people are bemoaning our President-elect’s “lack” of diplomacy in HIS Fidel’s demise tweet, where I think it’s perfectly succinct and appropriate for the moment:

SWEET! Let’s pray vile brother Raul takes a sudden sharp turn towards the Cuba Libre, shall we?

I Read This For the First Time in My Life Friday

Saturday night, I could have written it.

“Have you news of my boy Jack?”
Not this tide.
“When d’you think that he’ll come back?”
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.

“Has any one else had word of him?”
Not this tide.
For what is sunk will hardly swim,
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.

“Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?”
None this tide,
Nor any tide,
Except he did not shame his kind —
Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide.

Then hold your head up all the more,
This tide,
And every tide;
Because he was the son you bore,
And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!
~ Rudyard Kipling

UPDATE: And we’ve now heard officially about our boy, John…

Illinois, California Soldiers Killed in Afghanistan Attack

The Department of Defense on Monday identified two U.S. soldiers killed in an explosion at a U.S. airfield in Afghanistan.

The department said 20-year-old Pfc. Tyler R. Iubelt of Tamaroa, Illinois, and 30-year-old Sgt. John W. Perry of Stockton, California, died of injuries inflicted by an improvised explosive device. Two American contractors also died in the explosion Saturday morning. Another 16 U.S. service members and one Polish soldier were wounded.

Iubelt and Perry were assigned to Headquarters and Headquarters Company, 1st Special Troops Battalion, 1st Sustainment Brigade, 1st Cavalry Division out of Fort Hood, Texas.

UPDATE Deux: Oh, more info and his sweet face…

There are other families in this agony who need to be remembered in your prayers as well, please.

We Are So Proud of You, Sgt John

From your first day on Earth, when I looked at your little red face through the hospital glass, to the day we watched you marching with that uniform on and got to meet the incredible woman who would become your wife, with everything (like 2 children) in between and afterwards, you have FOREVER been an integral, much loved part of OUR lives. Your mom Kcruella has been the sister I never had and you? Our second son, Ebola’s little brother, forever cousin, the family ties thicker than blood.

I can’t think of anything to say, my heart is so heavy and sick. Ebola had something perfect to say and so I will leave it to him, with a simple God bless you, baby boy and I pray He holds your family close.
JohnAndMe002

Dear Lord, we love you so much.

I was raised the sole child of two Marines in Southern California; my friends and my family are their friends/coworkers and children from while my parents were stationed there. Three of those children were my brothers, even while we’ve always referred to each other as cousins over the last thirty years. Years of playing hide and seek, riding bikes, of reiterating every line to Predator and/or Aliens as the movies played, laughing and bitching at each other, playing capture the flag, tag, finding injured animals and trying to nurse them to health, and telling bad jokes. We’ve all gone our separate ways over the years: the twins are successful in business, the other two of us entered service. All of us rarely get to see each other, even for special occasions, but it’s always the normal shit talking, smiles, laughter, the hate and situational discontent of youngsters. We all still talk to this day, almost thirty years later.

At 0136Z on the 12th of November, while I slept in the comfort of my home in the Pacific, the Taliban took part of my childhood. They took our brother. They took him from a loving wife, their beautiful children, from his mother and father, from an extended family, of blood and without, who loves him dearly. I’d just shot him a message ten days before, telling him happy birthday. I can’t stop reading our last email chain, filled with our normal bullshitting, split over days due to conflicting schedules and locations.

John: “What do you think you’re doing?”

Me: “I assume making huge mistakes and blaming other people. How’s life cuz?”

John: “Life is good. Probably not as pleasant as Guam, but the ol’ Stan has its perks. You can buy a magic carpet over here but it won’t fly. It will make around $1500 disappear from your wallet. I just got a box from your mom and dad loaded with cookies. How much longer is your tour over there?”

Me: “Probably extending until Oct. Waiting to see if my SERE instructor or HUMINT packages get accepted. If they do, the AF retains me, if not I get out and go back to contracting. How in the fuck do camel rugs run 1500? What a racket. lol”

John: “So you’re staying in Guam until October or are you getting out then? Those rugs are expensive but about 1/4 the cost they are in the states for a handmade Kashmir Persian rug. Smoother and softer than a babys’ ass. They’ve got all kinds of crap out here you can get custom made. I’m thinking about getting a new MOS myself but I’ve got to wait until I get back and find out where the Army is sending me next.”

The last words between John and I are shooting the shit about a fucking rug. To be honest, I wouldn’t have it any other way: it was us, as we’ve always been. We’re both family and we know it, it never required quaint expressions or platitudes of familial bullshit. I chuckle thinking about it, things never changed in all those years, even though we’re both vastly different individuals from who we were in our youth. I still remember trying to explain to him as kids that his wearing his LA gear shoes lit up and gave away our position during capture the flag. His talking me into telling a dirty joke, memorizing it the first time through, smiling and running to rat me out to Pop.

I can’t do shit but sit here, hate that I can’t kill every one of these goat fucking shit shamans, and wait for a time where I can do something besides tell our families I love them. When I came into the Air Force, my highest honor, to this day, was escorting my flight commander, Nathan Nylander’s family. The distinct, burning memory I have of that is standing at attention on the flight line as his body was brought off the aircraft, and having his young children begin to cry, not a stones toss from me, as the realization set in that it was really happening. It fucking destroyed me. That pain, though painfully memorable, was momentary. It was the singular hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, until now. I know that is coming for my family and the absolute pain and hatred it inspires in me is indescribable. I want to strike out, to defend something that has already passed defending. There is nothing but the most tenuous vapors the wind to strike at. My hatred accomplishes nothing, which only makes me hate all the more deeply. I am sitting at the squadron right now as I write this, a non-commissioned officer in the strongest military on the planet, thousands of miles from our families, on a beautiful island filled with wonderful people that can’t drive to save their lives… and //I can’t fucking do anything.// Now, I’ve typed a small book and said nothing I wanted to say by it.

I’ll close with what John already knew: I love him like a brother, and I wish all our/my friends had had the opportunity to get to know the fucking badass he grew into. I have no hesitation in saying he grew into a better man than I did and that will live on through his children.

JohnAndBratty

HAPPY VETERANS’ DAY!

GeoffandToadThank you, EVERY one!

brat

bobanddaddy

This Is What Happens

…when children who got trophies JUST FOR BEING ON A TEAM grow up.
They turn into a transitioning White House staff America can be proud of.
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Or they’re in the street with #StompyFeet because #Election #Sadz

Happy 241st Birthday to My Beloved

UNITED STATES MARINE CORPS!!!!

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OO-RAH and Semper Fi!!

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