One Thing We Cyclists Can’t Stand….

…Is pedestrians clogging up our biking paths.

I’m feeling a lot better today.  There is a hell of a lot to be said for rolling around San Francisco beneath a sky as sharp and blue as the eye of a Siamese cat in your shirt-sleeves on a classic chrome steel bike, with a genius mix of 1960s hits blaring into your ear canals.

Also, I’ve pretty much decided fuck it, I’m gonna say whatever I feel like saying, whenever I feel like saying it, on Daily Pundit.  No more self-censorship so I can present myself as a “respectable” voice.  Some pack of lefty fellators think I’m disrespectable?

Fuck’em, and the Barack they rode in under.

Pretty liberating, actually.

About Bill Quick

I am a small-l libertarian. My primary concern is to increase individual liberty as much as possible in the face of statist efforts to restrict it from both the right and the left. If I had to sum up my beliefs as concisely as possible, I would say, "Stay out of my wallet and my bedroom," "your liberty stops at my nose," and "don't tread on me." I will believe that things are taking a turn for the better in America when married gays are able to, and do, maintain large arsenals of automatic weapons, and tax collectors are, and do, not.


One Thing We Cyclists Can’t Stand…. — 11 Comments

  1. Now, that’s the crusty ‘ol curmudgeon Bill we’ve all learned to expect…

    Even though he was a Democrat, hard-nosed Harry S. said it best – “I don’t give ’em Hell – I just give ’em the truth, and they think it’s Hell!!”

    (BTW- mind the goose crap – them critters can put most big dogs to shame, y’know, when it comes to pinchin’ a loaf…)

  2. You’ve got Canada geese or American turkeys waddling around without a clue? You’ve got people and buildings and busybodies nearby so you can’t shoot them? You know how to dress fresh fowl and you like some good eating? Let me introduce you to bolas.

    Without admitting to or acknowledging any particular actions at any time in the past or future, I’ll make the entirely unrelated observation that my wife and mother-in-law know how to dress fish, fowl, and critters, but are squeamish and don’t want to get ick on their hands. I, by contrast, don’t know shit about anything, but have no qualms about getting messy. Oh, and I’ll also note that fish guts, fried in just a little lard, are a dream come true for a cat. I had to bat my impatient cat away from the (hot) stove several times.

    • I had one of those things when I was like nine or ten. We just made them out of ropes tied to rocks. And we called them “bolos” as I recall. Of course, we were just ignorant Hoosier hicks back in the 1950s, so what the hell did we know?

      Well, we did know you could bring down one of Farmer Brown’s turkeys with one pretty easily, if you knew what you were doing….

      Turkeys are really fucking stupid, though.

  3. Domestic turkeys are. If you’ve ever dealt with a wild turkey (the bird, not the beverage), you’ll understand why the first thing turkey ranchers did was breed out the brains.

    (Cats are dumber, though; I had to tell one of my cats who spotted a flock of turkeys in my backyard, “No, Patches, you do not want to chase those birds”.)

  4. Whew!

    All this poll shit, traffic shit, opinion shit, ‘tell me how you really feeeeeel’ shit…

    bunch of shit, that is all it is.

    Every man has to go through the shit, but you are only a man if you get through the shit.

    Now, shit is shit. It stinks, it is ugly and it sure ain’t popular, but the popular crowd stinks and is uglier, but it don’t know it, which is why it is shit–like The National Review and where their shit don’t stank and they have lost us who know what shit is.

    Now, Daily Pundit, its honest and that is no shit.

    So! Mr. Quick, every man goes through the shits, has the shits and from time to time is in the shits. But we man up.

    But, also, our country is in the shits, we feel like shit and fixing it will be a load of shit–the kind of shit a free people does not want to deal with.

    That’s some serious shit.

    So, man up, wipe your butt and reload. there is a war on.

    • Hey, there, Timmy –

      Seems like you like to sling the shit – does that mean you’re mostly in the shit business?

      Personally – I’ve got a sign I used to hang on the wall when I was running my gun business up in MI, and I’d start getting too many “visitors” with too little business in mind. It said:

      I don’t take any shit
      I don’t really give a shit
      So, I don’t sling the shit
      I’m not in the shit business

      Mostly, folks got the point without any further explanation.

      I’m already “reloading” – and my guess would be, Bill’s already doing the same – and I’m older’n dirt and rocks, and probably older’n you.

      Wipe your own butt – man, woman or child up, whatever’s yer style – then, saddle up and ride on. It’s a long trail ahead, and we’re gonna need all the help we can get.

  5. Man up and wipe my butt?

    timothy, throw that shit at me when you’ve been out on the front lines for 11 years and close to fifty thousand posts. You can say a lot about me, but you can’t say I haven’t been fighting the good fight. Well, you can, but all that would make you is an asshole. And wrong.

    Half the reason people know there’s a war on is people like me have been telling them so for years, while we were fighting it ourselves. I realize we’re on the same side, but that remark just pissed me off. You may be one of the few geezers around here who actually is a little older than me, but not old enough to give me dad bullshit like “man up.”

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