Stacy's Dash to a Free Republic

The Plantation that is Planet Pepe is so Very Not Amused As an actress, where it is Gold Piss of the Bleus from dusk to dawn, this took substantial courage. Charly will snort, and Pepe will rage, and the Party Line will pour acid on her career and reputation as soon as they can get Soros to fund a deep 20 "man" team investigation into what she ate for breakfast during the Challenger explosion. And she has more guts than them all. By the way, do you remember, way back through the 80's, how the Left got most of the beautiful babes?..................yeah, that was a long time ago................... Now Obama gets phalanxes of dykes. For example:

...................................................................... whereas, in contrast, Romney must suffer through the support of such challenging sights as Ms. Dash:

Amazing gymnast/actress babe writes PDE/CD papers

.. with a Harvard guy. Is this an FCP gut, or what: To illustrate our techniques, we computed parameterizations for several types of anatomical surfaces in 3-D magnetic resonance imaging scans of the brain, including the cerebral cortex, hippocampi, and lateral ventricles. For surfaces that are topologically homeomorphic to each other and have similar geometrical structures, we show that the parameterization results are consistent and the subdivided surfaces can be matched to each other. Finally, we present an automatic sulcal landmark location algorithm by solving PDEs on cortical surfaces.

MIT and the Catching of Light in a Bottle

Beautiful Science .............................................. You should watch the video all the way through. This physics is no puta.

Mr Rot just can't help himself

One to Take to the Bank

Sweet Justice indeed.

Planet Pepe Got No Patience fer "California Dreamin'"

Nothing gets in the way of building a Caliph-ornia fit for La Raza's Mecha.

Not Babe Ruth

Aviation week and Tecs seethes!

Well, says Tecs, at least the French surrender without a fight!

Hero, Mord

He seems to have been an exceptional man, and an exceptional officer. The Anti-Kerry, if you will. Rara Avis.

RIP.

Well Now, Obamakles, How Bloody Convenient

Yesterday: Seattle, Washington

Powww!! Herr Rott takes it on the chin

.. from an unlikely source. Next thing you know: he faints.

The Literary Elite Strike Back at the ScheissKopfs of Mecca

Never heard of Goldblatt. Never liked Ginsberg's poetry..[Stravinsky a la Joyce on drugs]. Will read the first. Will reevaluate the latter.

Rarely has "shit" been used so well. I shit you not.

[On the other hand you have that ball-less piece of shit with his famous bravery against the Mormon danger]

Fat ass and proud of it

Click at your own peril.
Transferring fat from ass to tits: wow!

We're on top!

REGURGE: Pom disagrees.

Dakota Plains, Autumn-Winter December 2009

I snapped these photos between December 1-2, 2009, about 20 miles north of Bismarck on the east bank of the Montana mountain runoff known as the Missouri River. The top photo was taken this morning as the morning moon descended in the west, just before the sun rose in the east to lighten the day's overcast. Gentlemen, the Lewis and Clark trail, as President Jefferson sent them out, remains much in tact as it was in 1804. To a degree for sure. But you'll note houses creeping here and there into the photos. Once again, I think I somewhat understand why frontiersmen bemoaned settlement and the "closing" of the American West.

Hume, I mean Hitchens, Comes to America?

I plan on having a showing of this, with the following demographic in my flat: 1 super Catholic Pittsburgh Pole (w/ Ph.D. in Rhetoric from Duquesne), 1 Organic/Yeoman Farmer (NoDak native, and ABD in Geography from UC-Berkeley), 1 agricultural attorney (U of Minnesota-Twin Cities J.D., Minnesota native), 1 English professor (another NoDak native, ethnic German-from-Russia), and myself.

With an easterner present, there'll be plenty of bourbon shots. And with a Californian present, plenty of fine red wine. With the other three, plenty of beer and ethnic eastern Europa and Scandinavian vodka swilling to temper our comments toward one another. If any FCP'ers can make it, by all means, by all means. We're going to also have a verbal abuse fountain running the entire time. This is the type of dialog that ought to be happening in American University. Sometimes I truly think I should've been born in either Edinburgh, or the British American Colonies, circa 1759. But at least their inspiration lives on. Looks like a damn good documentary from all sides. In addition to the video clips, here is more written exegesis.

Da Genius Endorses Hoffman

It's be a crying shame if he lost now

"Visual cues indicate this photo was taken circa 1969; thus, while his Congressional cohort was tripping on brown acid in the mud at Max Yasgur's farm, Mr. Hoffman was gearslamming down the quarter mile at Fulton Speedway."

When English Departments Were Sane

Rot, Dr. Mossner used to profess near your Texas stomping grounds. Today I decided to revisited his 1978 Journal of the History of Ideas essay entitled, "The Religion of David Hume" (Vol. 39, No. 4: 653-663). Today's English Departments? Notsomuch.

Anyone Remember the Cleveland Administration?