Thursday, September 30, 2010

The Back Yard Nigger

The sock monkey is going into peoples' back yards this week in order to talk to them. If I saw that nigger in MY back ward I'd blow his fuckin' head off. I don't want niggers in my back yard. He was pretty comfortable and relaxed, he had probably been in most of them before. Before he became the nigger in chief. "Nice barbeque Mrs Jones, I see you have replaced it." "Yes, some nigger stole it 20 years ago." "Oh dear. Those darkies." HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Bad Road-Writing 101

This is a splendid example of what is wrong with motorcycle-riding writing. This is by Bruce Arnold from his email to subscribers. I am one of these. For some masochistic reason. He says people can reproduce this if he is accredited. Bruce, I would not dream of having it any other way.

Distance Riding with Bruce | October 2010
Copyright (c) 2010 Bruce Arnold. Republication with attribution permitted.

As some of the Last of the Motohicans, every year we try to plot a different course for our annual two-wheeled pilgrimage to "Sturgis". Our motorcycle touring itinerary for 2010 was to cover a distance of 3,055 miles over 7 days. We covered the first 1,515 miles--from Miami Beach Florida to Wichita Falls Texas--in under 36 hours. That should earn me my 51st Iron Butt cert, and bought us the time we needed to relax the pace and take in the scenery over the remaining 5 days. Those last 1,540 miles took us west across stretches of old Route 66 in Texas and New Mexico, then north through the high peaks and narrow valleys of the southwestern Colorado Rockies, and finally northeast across Wyoming to Sundance, our base for this year's "Black Hills Trailer Classic":

After a sunny Monday morning's coffee and cold egg breakfast at the Wichita Falls La Quinta, we headed northwest through the Red River Valley on US 287 where it parallels the famous river's course and Texas-Oklahoma border. We made our first stop just shy of the Panhandle at a crossroads named for Quanah Parker, the "half-breed" Indian and last Comanche chief who--given he sired 25 children with his 5 wives--might very well have been its founding father. We then followed 287 on across the High Plains of the Panhandle through small towns lost in time that reminded me of "The Last Picture Show" until we reached Amarillo. From there we headed west past the Big Texan Steakhouse on I-40 and old Route 66, stopping for lunch and lots of iced tea at the Route 66 Midpoint Cafe in Adrian, where the food is just as good and the people are just as friendly as their website suggests:

A short ride west from Adrian took us across the state line into the Mountain Time Zone and the Mesalands of New Mexico. The landscape transition there from the endless flat grasslands of the High Plains to the flat-topped buttes and mesas of the High Desert is sudden, dramatic, and another one of those experiences I don't have words to adequately describe. Let's just call it a "must see", as is Tucumcari, the slowly fading old Route 66 motoring mecca where we stopped to spend the night with Gail at her back-to-the-fifties Motel Safari:

Waking on Eastern time, we were up and rolling west on I-40 by 5:00am the next morning. The desert was vast and the highway was straight, so twisting the throttle got us to Albuquerque just in time to enjoy their Tuesday morning rush hour. Despite that, it was a short hop up I-25 to Bernalillo, where we gassed up to ride northwest on US 550 through the San Juan Basin Badlands "reserved" for the Zia and Jicarilla Apache Indians. There, around mid-morning, we crossed the Continental Divide for what would be the first of several times:

By noon, we had crossed the border into Colorado and ridden through the southernmost portion of the postcard-picturesque San Juan Mountains to our destination of Durango. Durango is a High Country haven of 16,000 comfortable with adjectives like eclectic and eccentric, and one end of the 45.4 mile D&SNGRR (Durango & Silverton Narrow Gauge Railroad). It is well worth the ride to see, but expect to pay for the privilege. We stayed at the Best Western Durango Inn ... and truly enjoyed our liquid lunch with some "loaded" riders there at Christina's Grill & Bar:

Wednesday morning we were again packed and rolling early, excited to be on our way to what was supposed to be the high point (double meaning) of our trip, i.e. a night's stay at the New Sheridan Hotel in Telluride. The distance we had to cover from Durango west on US 160 to Cortez then north on CO 145 to Telluride was less than 120 miles. But with all the stops for Kodak moments along the way, it took us half the day to get there. And I'm embarrassed to report that after one of those stops, we were lucky to get there at all:

For most of the way, two-lane CO 145 runs alongside the rushing waters of the Dolores River (imagine the old "Taste the High Country" Coors commercials, but set in the green of summer). And for most of the way, the shoulder is narrow and the drop-off is steep. At one particularly panoramic point, however, I was persuaded to pull over where it looked like the shoulder was both wider and paved. Wider it was ... but paved it was not. What I had coasted onto was some moist gray clay. And when I put my right boot down, it just kept right on going. Fully loaded, Hidalgo started listing to the right. I was startled for a moment, but then somehow managed to jerk left and get the bike back upright before it reached that dreaded point of no return. And after giving thanks to Divine Providence, we were soon easing back onto asphalt instead of sliding thirty feet down a steep slope into icy rapids.

An hour or so later, after stopping for gas at Mountain Top Fuel in Rico and crossing over Lizard Head Pass, we rode by the entrance to uber-exclusive Mountain Village (elevation 9,545 ft) then on down and right on the only road leading in or out of the fabled snow-skiing resort town of Telluride (base 8,750 ft, slope 12,570 ft, peak 13,150 ft). A few minutes more and we were parked on Colorado Avenue and checking into the New Sheridan Hotel, where a biker-friendly concierge named Elaine welcomed us like we were old friends.

This was not my first visit Telluride or the New Sheridan ... but it was my first visit since 1984. Back in the day, Telluride was renowned for more than one kind of snow, and it would not be surprising to walk into the historic New Sheridan Bar and see bowls of peyote passed around as party favors. But like I say, that was back in the day... Much tamer now, Telluride remains a storybook town as rich in modern culture and "Old West" history as most of its trust-fund residents are in net worth. It is in many ways more enchanting and exclusive than Durango. So like the elevation, the prices in Telluride are even higher. Nevertheless, washing down a Chop House steak with a cold beer at the New Sheridan Bar should be on every biker's bucket list:

One night in Telluride was all our budget would allow, so Thursday morning we were packed to leave long before the sun crested any of the towering peaks surrounding us. And at daybreak, we resumed our trek north along the narrow, winding San Juan Skyway. Contending with a combination of early morning fog and icy drizzle, it took us the better part of an hour to ride the 16 twisting miles to Placerville and turn west on CO 62. We soon rode out of the rain after that, though, and the skies cleared enough for us to see that impossible-to-photograph horizon-spanning series of sky touching peaks--anchored by Mount Sneffels (14,150 ft) and popularly called the "Sneffels Range"--that I long and wrongly thought gave Ridgway (correct spelling) its name. There we turned left at the only stoplight in Ouray County, and headed on up US 550.

We were north of the imposing San Juan peaks now, and the landscape opened up more and more as we got closer to Montrose. Being a bit claustrophobic, DP and I felt relieved to have all those narrow valleys and confining slopes behind us. And the distant rounded buttes, vast open valleys and arid terrain from Delta to Grand Junction looked so much like the Davis Mountains and Big Bend that I felt right at home. From there we turned east on I-70 to Rifle, then followed CO 13 to the Wyoming border. CO 13 is not designated as scenic on the HOG manual maps, but it certainly should be: Rugged hills ... unusual rock formations ... rustic relics ... unmarred natural beauty ... CO 13 has it all.

At the Wyoming border CO 13 becomes WY 789, and just north of there we stopped for gas in Baggs (as should anyone riding through). At an elevation of 6,245 feet, we were still "riding high" by Florida standards, but the terrain was now far from mountainous. We were approaching the crest of the Wyoming High Plains and would roll over the Continental Divide two more times as we made our turns east on I-80 and into Rawlins. There we checked into the clean and extremely affordable La Belle Motel. And as the sun was sinking in the west, a storm was rising to our east, producing a light show in the sky this photo could not capture:

Our internal clocks still running two hours ahead, on Friday morning we were once again up long before the sun. Not wanting to miss any vistas, though, we waited 'til daylight before heading north on US 287 then east on WY 220 to the heart of Cowboy Country and Casper. It was then a short ride up I-25 to the Edgerton exit, a turn east on WY 387 to Wright, a quick jut south on WY 59 to WY 450, then east again to Newcastle along a stretch the HOG manual map says is scenic but isn't. From there on up US 85 to WY 585 and into Sundance, however, we were in the Black Hills ... and it doesn't get much more scenic than that.

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Bruce Arnold ;-)

Friday, September 24, 2010

Sociology Lesson For Today

The difference between animals and humans is not that humans have a soul or that humans have thumbs or that humans have reason or that humans get embarrassed or that humans have a sense of humor or that humans walk upright or that humans have a large prefontal lobotomy, the difference between animals and humans is that humans negotiate for what they want and need and animals just take the things they want and need. Government therefore makes animal behavior mandatory because government is not a negotiating body it is a taking body. Therefore all beneath its jurisdiction must learn the survival rules of the commandeering sector of the group in order to survive. Eventually the group consists of two bodies of rats trying to devour each other. This has in fact been the history of the human race under government control. And yet it remains as popular now with the governed as it did ten thousand years ago when it was created in the monkey camp in Africa.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Borat Interviews A Christian And A Satanist

I was watching some Borat interviews on you tube today and I got to thinking what if he interviewed a Christian and a Satanist about their deities. Now Satanists laugh at you and have a good time if you ridicule their deity Satan, they just don't give a fuck, they don't feel like they have to defend their god that he can fuck you up on his own if he wants to and he wants to, so they just let Satan deal with you because i guess they have FAITH in him. Christiians on the other hand, you come down on Jesus, holy fucking shit, you better duck and cover dude, Jesus is one helpless meek, turn the other cheek dude and if the Christians don't defend him from you then he will get crucified all over again. And they dont want that, that means church twice a week instead of just once. Now, if I knew Sascha "Borat" Cohen's phone number I would just call him about this and send him out to do some interviews with Satanists and Christians, but I don't have his number. I don't even have Annettte's number and you think I would at least have that one. So I don't have Cohen's number so I will just do the interviews myself.
"Hi, Mr Satanist man?...May i interviewing you please?" "Sure." "So you are having become a follower of Satan?" "Satan is my deity, yes, that is correct." "And this Satan is with the horns and the leather pants and is the disco dancing king?" "What?" "Satan, he is the leader of the homo boys' hug-me-from-behind jizzing festival, am I right?" "The followers of Satan have no restriction on their sexual preferences and outlets and desires, if that is what you mean." "And the Satanist cut up the tiny babies, is that correct?...and then eat them with the glasses of the blood of the nuns at the parish of the Pope?" "I do not know of any Satanists who kill and eat babies or any other kind of human flesh." "But you will agree that this Satan man is big asshole homosexual gay pansy in the garden, yes?" "I don't agree with that but I don't have a problem with you at all if that is your opinion of Satan. Satan might, but I don't." ____________ "Hi, Mr Christian man? are following Jesus are you?" "I have been saved by the blood of Jesus my savior, that is correct." "OK - and this Jesus, he is the one who the Roman Italian jailing people with the very large penis like horse buttfucked Jesus in the jail cell and then took him outside for public party and nail him naked to big sticks and then kids and everyone jump up and try to catch Jesus' testeez dingaling and go 'ha ha you have little pee pee jesus.' Is this your god?" "You better get yer ass outa my face before i cut off YOUR balls you motherfucking jew bastard, don't let me say it twice, go git yer fucking heeb fucking zionist ass outa my sight, fuck you jew, i'll fucking just shoot you now!!" "Ok, i go now, thank you, god bless you!"

Saturday, September 18, 2010

The Nigger In Chief's Call To Nigger Arms

Today the nigger in chief spoke to something called the Black Caucus. This i think is nigger elected officials in America. and there are a lot of those. most of them elected by white people. go figure that out if you're einstein. So he told all these niggers to go back to their wherever they come from and tell all the niggers in the towns to vote nigger stuff. Cause Whitey is on the way in the manner of the tea party, and the niggers need to resist this. Now the fact that he has the balls to make this blatantly racist - and i have no problem with racism - move means that he is getting worried he is going to lose his job. which is what this is really all about: him being emperor of earth. Which he actually thinks he is. At least until the occasional real emperor somewhere treats him like a stupid nigger, which sometimes happens, and he ges all quiet because that is something he is certainly used to. Now he has enough brains in his idiot head to know that these niggers he is sending into the streets to rally other niggers, they are going to scew the message into one of violence. Because obama ia a trained and dedicated Marxist from the 1914 days and this is how he thinks that His Kind Of World will come about. It is interestingly similar, Marxism, to Islamic philosophy. So Obama is telling niggers and niggers only to do this and to do that, and whitey meanwhile is doing everything HE can to not appear racially motivated about anything at all, even bake sales and church bazars and lawrence welk. "No, we are not white. We are transparent. almost invisible. dont look at us we want to hide from you." Even Hitler would have a tough time motivating the current slopyard of white americans that are roaming around now. They are that listless and dull. And fair to say frightened. "Oh dear, dont ask us to actually confront anything. Why cant everything nust be pleasant and nice? it was after the smoke cleared at the world trade center site. just let it go. c'mon, let's have tea." Maybe we just deserve to be rolled over and let the savages and dirt dwellers have it all back.kind of like Ok, The End.

Two Year Mark

Well it's about two years in since i started this one-man outburst against the fucking piece of muslim shit in the white house called barack hussein obama and in that two years time i have gotten stronger and obama has gotten weaker. Which is the way it should be and which is in accordance to all the laws of what is natural and wholesome and very bitchin'. The nigger in chief has - i have to admit - ruined the Country faster and with more effectivness than I would have expected possible even for a nigger. As niggers go this one can turn a functioning apparatus into a worthless pile of rotting rusted crap even faster than the norm. Of course you have to understand he is doing it on PURPOSE. I mean, it ain't just neglect or laziness. He's at it 24 hours a day. Whether he can be stopped before the next two years transpire I don't know but I DO know that this tea party revival thing is really grating on his very soul. This was not supposed to have happened and he is not good at fighting back after the initial salvo of "You do what I say, Whitey." If that fails, as it has been doing lately, he sort of unravels. And I could not be happier about it.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Back From Facebook

Well, I think I have Facebook pretty much our of my system. I think I have done about as much damage there as I can do. I chased off all the fuckheads and the few people left there who will chat with me, we all agree, and what's the point of talking at all then? If you can't brawl and tussle then you might as well just watch tv. Besides even the normal people get tired and upset with me saying nigger and when i talk about obama at all i have to say nigger because he's the only reason I'm here at all so why not make it as offensive as possible? Besides I know that he does not like being called a nigger. He pretends it bounces right off him but then no one calls him a nigger and just stands there in front of him and then does it again. The fact that he is a nigger MUSLIM only makes me more enthusiastic about calling him a nigger. It's his muslimness that's the real problem with me, not his niggerness. If he was a decent nigger, who did the right thing, which would be what i say he should be doing, then i wouldn't be calling him a nigger. We are gonna have two more years of the niggers, and this first two have been pretty fucking awful: He has the Country pretty much into the sewer and he has bankrupted people who have not even been born yet. Niggers are not good with money. They go into debt because they know somewhere down the line they will be excused from the debt. What's amazing is that people keep loaning them money. Niggers do not have a good reputation with financial matters. Niggers do not have a good reputation for anything. You're not supposed to say things like that, it's like saying Allah buttfucks Mohammed and that Islam is a just an excuse to kill people. Hillary Clinton, the nigger's lesbian cunt idiot is holding peacetalks between the Israelis and the Palestinians and while she is in the room outside the room the Palestinians are mortaring the Israelis and the Israelis are conducting straffing runs with exploding bombs over Palestine. And the Associated Press is not having a problem with this at all. And neither is Hillary. She really thinks, I suspect, that Obama is just a nice friendly house nigger trying to do the right thing. He's a fucking Muslim psychopath elected into office by Stupid White Women with nigger-rape fantasies. We are so screwed.

Friday, September 3, 2010

The Nigger

This picture is captioned "Sarah Palin hard at work clearing the tarballs off the Gulf beaches." This is the best fucking anything I have ever seen. When this gets back to the sock monkey he is not going to be a happy head-shrinker. First of all he does not like being the brunt of jokes. He's is WAY too sensitive and delicate to be able to handle that. Plus his natural hatred for white people and being a fag his hatred for women in particular, this is not going to be anything even close to something he is comfortable with. Then of course there is that little matter of the Muslim issue: his Allah-blowing cronies in Saudi Arabia and in the Black Muslims are not going to approve of a white christian woman leveling her foot against the most holy and pious ass of the Mohammed-loving boy-fucker and President of the United States don't you ever forget it. The "pig," as he calls her, is going to chase his black ass off the farm. i hope she knocks him down and eats his bones.