But the superior merit of Agricola soon occasioned his
removal from the government of Britain; and forever disappointed
this rational, though extensive scheme of conquest. Before his
departure, the prudent general had provided for security as well
as for dominion. He had observed, that the island is almost
divided into two unequal parts by the opposite gulfs, or, as they
are now called, the Friths [sic] of Scotland. Across the narrow
interval of about forty miles, he had drawn a line of military
stations, which was afterwards fortified, in the reign of
Antoninus Pius, by a turf rampart, erected on foundations of
stone. This wall of Antoninus, at a small distance beyond the
modern cities of Edinburgh and Glasgow, was fixed as the limit of
the Roman province. The native Caledonians preserved, in the
northern extremity of the island, their wild independence, for
which they were not less indebted to their poverty than to their
valor. Their incursions were frequently repelled and chastised;
but their country was never subdued. The masters of the
fairest and most wealthy climates of the globe turned with
contempt from gloomy hills, assailed by the winter tempest, from
lakes concealed in a blue mist, and from cold and lonely heaths,
over which the deer of the forest were chased by a troop of naked
barbarians.
It's all here.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Israel doing our work for us again?
Reminds me of the Blues Brothers quote by the "Illinois Nazis," but backwards, of course.
Dakota War on Deer...

Yup, deer hunting season opened about 8 days ago. I was out in the countryside when it did. A group of hunters drove up to where a co-worker and I were sitting, and my first instinct when they approached was to throw my hands in the air and say, "We're friendlies!" And I just had some venison sausage last night. Pretty good stuff.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Neocon alert!
Planet Pepe is not amused when one of the faithful deviates even by an inch from the Party Line. How do you say fatwah in San Francisco?
PRAISE BE TO HOOTERS!

Now they have to try and get beyond the Right Reverends of Bismarck. It shouldn't be *hard*, though: afterall, it's a family restaurant...
Note: check the blog responses below this article. I posted.
~mft
Labels:
Girls gone wild,
North Dakota
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Jimi Hendrix special
At $1,500, it's a steal.
Labels:
Angry Bison,
bulls and cows,
digital penetration
Family tree?
That's a new one -- yet another step down the slippery slope greased by the Grinches of this world.
Labels:
Don't Worry Be Happy,
planet Pepe expands
...the latest from FCP's friend, Cpt. Sam Cook...
It's nice to contextualize these singular troop updates with the broader themes that are being reported by the Press Establishment. Even nicer when they are folks we know. In Sam's words, within the first post.

Crazy Horse Troop FCP link.

Crazy Horse Troop FCP link.
Labels:
a great job,
Band of Bloggers,
Iraq,
Not from Planet Pepe
Rudy gets a NoDak, "Oh-Yeah, You Betcha!"
I know Rudy is no McCain, AI, but at least still a Republican, eh?
Note the pic as The Meeting of the Mayors: Rudy of NYC, and Warford of Bismarck, N.D. I've met the latter a time or two, when I was a young and impressionable highschool student who volunteered from time to time at the North Dakota Republican Party HQ. Reality kicked in, though, and I got myself away from all that political racket. Go Rudy.

Note the pic as The Meeting of the Mayors: Rudy of NYC, and Warford of Bismarck, N.D. I've met the latter a time or two, when I was a young and impressionable highschool student who volunteered from time to time at the North Dakota Republican Party HQ. Reality kicked in, though, and I got myself away from all that political racket. Go Rudy.

Labels:
Fargo,
North Dakota,
Rudy Giuliani
Canuckian policemen
Get tough on Polack peons. I guess they can't do much about anyone else, except perhaps give huge tickets to AA for expired subway tickets. So may as well zap disoriented travellers, right?
Labels:
Bad Cops,
Canadian Sports,
O Canada
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Babes from Planet Pepe
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Japan on the Real Meaning of Christmas...
Kind of Interesting Note...
Monday, November 12, 2007
A Question for the AI, JJ Cabal

Hey, guys, when are you going to grace us with detailed and factually correct reports on Steyn's talk? It wasn't at a Masonic Lodge, was it? If you don't, then I'm gonna have to trust reliable Hubbo news-sources, especially the kind that get reborn of fire. It'll make a Pepe out of me. [This calls for a pic of JJ, the way he would look if he were to wear a coat, and have mucho dinero. -- AI]
Sunday, November 11, 2007
A Syrian [of all people} Speaks Truth to Clerical Power. Clerical Power Strikes Back.
Wow. Never did I think to hear a Syrian on Al Jazeera daring to speak that way. Long may he Live.
That smile on the Cleric's face when he asked "just who do you mean by those Bedouins?", only the leftist cadres here in Cascadia would not immediately get the menace in that.
That smile on the Cleric's face when he asked "just who do you mean by those Bedouins?", only the leftist cadres here in Cascadia would not immediately get the menace in that.
Paduan Wags at it Again
The local mosque needs replacement so the locals 'blessed' the site on which it is planned by walking a leashed pig on it for awhile yesterday. I must say that I am not so fervently opposed...
Flanders fields
On Armistice Day, here's a little poem, by John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
NH survey
Questions: (1) How about Iran, and (2) How about "wot"? Here are the answers we get from the Land of Pepe: (1) No nukes, no threat, (2) Build relationships to Muslim states. Lovely, just lovely.
Labels:
"wot",
From Planet Pepe,
Iran,
Mass Idiocy
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Britney blows red light
Anyone got a smart-alecky comment to make?
Labels:
Cat Bites Woman,
Girls gone wild,
Ho-bags,
Mass Idiocy
Friday, November 09, 2007
The multiculti Gettysburg Address
Anyone wants to take a whack at what it would sound like, if, say, Pepe were to rewrite it?
Labels:
planet Pepe expands,
The Literary Elite
Crazy Horse Troop...

Captain Sam Cook (West Point graduate and younger brother to a mutual friend of AA and MFT) has a blog for his C Troop, 1st Squadron, 3rd Armored Cavalry Regiment (I believe that was Patton's outfit, too).
So far as I know, upon his return from this upcoming tour in Iraq (his 4th or 5th I believe), Sam plans on pursuing his Ph.D in history, perhaps at AI's alma matter. Just passing along the blog. Here's to C Troop (thanks for the excuse to raise yet another pint, Sam).
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
It was all a misunderstanding
Mr. Sarkozy, calling France’s opposition to the American-led war in Iraq “a disagreement,” said: “I never quite understood why we had to fight with the United States. I never quite got it.”
Labels:
"wot",
Aahhh the French,
Sarko watch
Monday, November 05, 2007
Britney and Paris Wannabes: Trickle Down or Up?

Another question: are these women emulating Britney, Paris and Lindsey Lohan? Or is the Hollywood Ho-Bag trio merely emulating these drunken women?
These are the important questions of our time...
Sidenote: I don't know when I'll be around a computer within the next week and a half, but JJ and AI have to pony up and give us a report on The Steyn Lectures.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Coanda rulz!
SriLankan Airlines insisted there was no danger in flying without a [5 ft] wing tip. It added: "They are purely for aerodynamics and to keep fuel costs to a minimum. There is no impact on safety at all. Safety is our absolute priority."
Hey, Coanda said that after the very first flight with a jet engine. Who cares about a little chunck of fuselage missing? Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!
Hey, Coanda said that after the very first flight with a jet engine. Who cares about a little chunck of fuselage missing? Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!
Mag Anomaly and the Gap

Meli claimed to see a correlation between a geomag survey and TPM Barnett's zones. We sent him the letter I put in as comment 1. We'll see if he's a good sport about it. He got into a really vicious spit fight with Steyn a while back as you recall. BTW, I think the Mag chart looks like a van Gogh.
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Brooks kinda funny
EDWARDS: I worry about the two Irans. For while the corporate Jihadis are building nuclear weapons, the working-class extremists are shivering in doorways and making do with sharp sticks.
Tolstoy gropes for the Truth

Tolstoy appears to have beaten the annalist historian Marc Bloch (a French Jew later executed by the Nazis) to the Total History punch. Groping for truth is difficult, and often I think, "How should I even try to put all of this into words?" It's a wonderful prologue to the period leading up to what in the business is categorized as "post-modernity." From the NY Review of Books it appears as though Tolstoy struggled with finding the Truth (certainly an Enlightenment principle) while transitioning into the contradictions inherent in the post-modern world with his beautiful stream of words to describe that truth: a grope.
FCP'ers are fond of groping (take it from here, JJ)...
Labels:
Mother Russia,
The Literary Elite
How to cure hiccups
If there ever was a post that belonged in the category listed below, this is it.
Friday, November 02, 2007
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Wages of apaciguamiento
Up Pepe's alley.
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