Daily Archives: November 8, 2010


A cornucopia of posts:


Idaho. where my mother was born, has DOUBLE cornucopiae


JR Nyquist reminds us of something Whitaker Chambers wrote, something we must remind ourselves of from time to time:  Why Communism won’t go away.

“Its promise was whispered in the first days of the Creation under the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil: ‘Ye shall be as gods.’ It is the great alternative faith of mankind.”

The deadliest faith ever, as Heaven on Earth is always regarded as worth the killing of a mere few million of the Unenlightened.  Communism has killed far more people than Islam, so let’s keep our eye on the fucking ball, people.

What is True Intelligence?

Intelligence tests seem to miss the point of smartness. True smartness should be defined as the ability to leverage one’s thoughts to achieve one’s desires.


When I was younger I was a little bitter because I didn’t fit in socially, I didn’t have a girlfriend, I didn’t get invited out a lot. At the time, I usually thought of myself as very smart, and I blamed those woes on people around me just not being as smart as me. Now I realize I was blundering around like a retard, I had these desires (friends, girlfriends, going out) lying in front of me in one direction and my brain was running around randomly, I wasn’t actually using it at all to achieve those desires.

Andrew Ferguson at The Weekly Standard:  If the President and his Ivy League buddies are so intelligent, why don’t they seem to get the fact of American Exceptionalism?

Utterly and completely unrelated to the subject of this post, Adriana Lima:


Maybe Not COMPLETELY Unrelated


Would you guys hate John Doe if he left his home, his job, and his family, and moved to Las Vegas?

Technically, I did not leave my wife. I’m hoping and praying that she joins me in Vegas.  And my bestest daughter ever.  But yes, I picked up without any warning and drove all the way to Vegas.  Took four days of hard-driving.  But here I am, no job, no future, no sanity.  And a big ole crooked grin on my 52 year old face! 

Gramps, thanks for the offer of the ticket home, but I aim to stay.  I’m attempting to live on less than $1,000 a month, and to earn my living as a professional gambler.  I don’t want any nay-sayers. You can’t talk me out of it.  You can just sit back and secretly think that I am making a huge mistake.  Here’s an article that expresses my sentiments exactly.  Don’t hate, brothers. Secretly plan how  you can pursue your dreams–before it is too late! 

Johnny Vegas