A Little Linkage

Solomon on “The Culture of Disrespect.”

Beth has gathered a lot of the South Park portraits in one place. Hilarious and cute!

Kelley of Suburban Blight is back!

One of these lives right across the street. Another lives two blocks away with the same house number as mine. Of course, this is LA; doors and windows stay locked anyway. I’ve ceased power-walking in the area.

I wish I had thought of this sort of thing when I was a kid.

Cal Tech Girl is hosting this week’s Carnival of the Recipes.

And Varifrank reminds us that commies are against having fun.

Let’s amend that last sentence to ‘most commies.’ What’s that sound? It’s the sound of a joke flying over the head of some of the Commissar’s readers.

Comments

[Denita TwoDragons]

It's creepy, isn't it? My Mom and I scoured my little neighborhood, making sure that the houses listed for my town weren't nearby. I know about one of the sexual offenders; who is (yep, still is) a monk at the local monastery. His preference was for teenage girls. He gets little to no service in town and so he rarely does his shopping there. But I'm more than a little disgusted at the fact that he was never excommunicated.

As for myself, the discovery just made me more aware of the dangers present even in a little town like mine. I won't hide away in fear--it's not fair to my outgoing and highly social son, nor is it fair to me--but I'm just more cautious around any new people I meet. At least I have the benefit of clueing in to local small-town gossip, as detrimental as it may sometimes be, it's also indispensable when it comes to knowing Who is Who. ;-)

Thanks for the linkage, hon!

--TwoDragons

[Kelley]

Hey, thanks for noticing my return, Juliette! It feels really good to be ranting and raving in public again. I hope to have full functionality restored to the old place soon, too.

Again, thanks!

[Collin Baber]

Deep in the churning bowels of Scott's White House Briefing Room, the unholy tension began to build. Tormented by sweat-breaking revelations and squeezed tightly, Jeff's bald head squirmed side to side, desperately fighting back against the constricting maneuvers of angry protestations. The intensity of the flagrant, scandalous behavior became too great to for him bear. He couldn't hold it back any longer! Losing control, his life story spasmodically surged forth as he was ripped out of the place, spraying the seedy news on the publicly exposed back of the entire Administration.