A Mighty Quinn Blows Through Planet Pepe

When FCP lets its' kayla GUT hang out

Da Neokkkon Nation Prefers Its Signals Unmixed.

Cockburned

Today I decided to address a problem I've had with drinking, and that problem has been my unexplainable avoidance of porto. So, to address the problem, I purchased a bottle of Cockburn's Fine Tawny Porto, straight from Gaia Portugal.

Chefed up some French onion soup this evening, using some of Cockburn's porto in the recipe. I also used some damn good imported Swiss Gruyere as well (no French-style Gruyere to speak of, Pepe), shredding it and applying heaps to the hot soup. Good stuff when outdoors it's -11 F (at least the temp at 8:15pm). I've been texting various friends to bring me another bottle of porto (as you can see the first is now a dead soldier).

Back to some Mencken for the evening...

Death of the West: Item 1,677,236

Salivating Simians of Sorosian Socialism Sweetly of Sunna, Soviets and Slaughter Sing.

Money of Oil Makes for Glossy Stupidity

The poor christers have to do with pamphlets written on Yellow Chief tablets. But Pepe's bungbuckos get that Versaille parchment sheen

No Admiral Reis For Mohmo's Titanic

New England, Manhattan, but New Orleans?

If any of you got chowder recipes, give 'em up already.