“We are Forerunners. Guardians of all that exists. The roots of the Galaxy have grown deep under our careful tending. Where there is life, the wisdom of our countless generations has saturated the soil. Our strength is a luminous sun, towards which all intelligence blossoms… And the impervious shelter, beneath which it has prospered.”

Friday T&A: Page 3 Girls Edition

Somewhere in the middle of the northern part of the Atlantic Ocean is a wet, damp, dark, moss-covered, miserably gloomy, perpetually cloudy large hunk of rock called “Britain”. Its people are drunken and morose. The food there ranges anywhere from merely...

Attagirl

Chaps, remember how, back in late November, there was a really rather fetching young woman who promised to blow any man who voted “No” in Italy’s constitutional reform referendum? Which then won in a landslide and forced Prime Minister Matteo Renzi...

Women in and out of the West

Dating Beyond Borders is a site I came across while randomly surfing videos on YouTube, which is all about… actually, I have no idea exactly what, but apparently it has something to do with teaching men and women how to date across cultures and...

Friday T&A: The Party Post Edition

There are less than 30 hours to go for 2016 (at least, from where I am, which is a few time zones ahead of most of my readers), which means that it’s about damn time to start popping open the champagne bottles (for the hoity-toity types) and beer bottles...

Friday T&A: Ice Queen Edition

It’s getting REALLY FREAKIN’ COLD up here in the northeast- apparently it hit -22 Celsius with windchill last night, or thereabouts. These are the sorts of temperatures that Minnesotans would probably call “mild spring weather”- the crazy...

The cynicism bites deep

In his election night broadcast, Bill Whittle mentioned toward the end of his highly entertaining, if somewhat rambling, God-Emperor Victory speech that he had very recently gotten engaged. He promised to follow up on that and introduce his fans to his fiance, and on...

Clear out the trauma unit…

What happens when a manly man of righteous manliness, whose opinions are completely unfair, unbalanced, and unmedicated, takes on a harpy and a banshee in a single interview? Well… this does. Crank up the sound to full surround, grab a beer in one hand...