Blogging will be suspended for a few days as the Paco Command Center commences to withdraw in good order (more or less) to its new coastal defenses in North Carolina. Wish us luck.
Update: Actually, the movers aren't coming until tomorrow, and we're not pulling out until Tuesday, but we've still got a lot of packing to get done today so I don't have time to do a regular Sunday funnies post; however, here's the link to the ever-popular "Week in Pictures" at Powerline. And here's one of my favorites this week:
Update II: One more item. If you use Twitter, remember not to tell the truth because it can get you banned: "Twitter suspends user for calling Maxine Waters ‘crazy old lying lunatic in a bad wig’".
I'm somewhat surprised that you are braving a trip to NC during this massive storm. Have a good and safe trip.
ReplyDeleteOkay, everyone, we're on our own. Let's break out the meade and tell old stories about the Command Center.
No swinging naked from the chandeliers!
ReplyDeleteHow about semi-naked? You do know clothes create a wind drag, don't you?
DeleteNow I don't want to hear any crap about "withdrawing in good order" anywhere! We do not withdraw, we advance all the time! We grab the enemy by the nose and kick him in the pants! That is why we advance to California! We grease the treads of our U-Hauls with the guts of our enemies!
ReplyDeleteWe grease the treads of our U-Hauls with the guts of our enemies!
ReplyDeleteHAW!
May the winds be at your back, and your road downhill all the way.
ReplyDeleteAnd rest stops where you need'em.
May your exodus from Mordor go smoothly.
ReplyDeleteOccupied Northern Virginia's loss.
ReplyDeleteMay there be a place on the shelf for everything in your new home.
ReplyDeleteSpeed, bonnie truck, like a bird on the wing,
ReplyDeleteOnward! the drivers cry;
Carry the load that's fit for a King
Down to the sea and sky.
Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar,
Thunderclaps rend the air;
Baffled, our foes stand by the shore,
Follow they will not dare.
[Chorus]
Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep,
Ocean's a royal bed.
Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep
Watch by your weary head.
[Chorus]
Many's the lad fought on that day,
Well the claymore could wield,
When the night came, silently lay
Dead on Culloden's field.
[Chorus]
Burned are their homes, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men;
Yet ere the sword cool in the sheath
Charlie will come again.