On the sweetness of Mormon life. (more…)
When women see a Husqvarna chainsaw or dirt bike, they will often let the men in their company know that Husqvarna sewing machines are high quality products. But just think how the market for sewing machines could possibly expand if Husqvarna put two-stroke engines on some instead of electric motors.
This kind of stuff worries me. Not because I disagree with it. I don’t. But modern America is completely messed up on issues of sex, identity, and equality. I bet 40 years ago people were starting to say similar things about homosexuality.
Does this mean that Mormons really do worship a different Jesus? One’s bean is too full of airy nothings to tell. I asked Jeeves about it, but the fellow was rather shirty on the subject. Said that even a dashed tophole gentleman’s personal gentleman might cavil at explicating matters of philo-theological concern, or words to that effect.
But its not as dry as this.
Can we all agree that being the architect or chief-builder for one of the greatest expressions of the Western soul and one of the monuments of western achievement, and then not even so much as signing your name on it, is the kind of bad a** that can only be expressed with expletives? That is all.
AKA Noah’s covenant, aka, the most butt-kicking, hairy-chested, hidebound, hardshell covenant of shazam in the world. Steaks, sex, and the firing squad, man.
On the sweetness of Mormon Life. (more…)
Your Bertram haughtily stoops to acknowledge that he is an aristo-elitist enemy of the people, doomed to the tumbrils with the Duc d’Enghien and Mitt Romney. Quite.
I ain’t gonna get too excited until they kin fit laser fusion, nickel-plated, into mah holster.
Whew, howdy, me and Widowmaker sure coulda used one of them things, mah spurs always melted on reentry.
Frankincense may have cancer-combating properties.
Gentlemen whose tastes incline to the historical can do no better than this excellent review of recent writing on the fall of the Roman Empire.