Month: June 2016

Saturday

Bullets

Curses! Trader Joe outlets in Michigan don’t sell liquor! Dang. I was really looking forward to trying their Jail House Gin.

The garden is in full swing. We snagged over $100 worth of strawberries, with a few quarts still left in the tank. The peas were really strong this year, too. I’m not sure why. I planted them in a raised bed, with leaf mold and compost, using tomato cages for the trellising. I’m not sure what happened, but man, we got we over 1,000 pods out of a 3′ x 6′ area.

Pope Francis approves a revision of his comments on invalid marriages.” I’m glad he did that, but I honestly don’t get it. Does the press just amplify every poorly-considered utterance or does he simply make a lot of poorly-considered utterances? I really don’t know the answer, but he seems to shoot from the hip a lot. A whole lot, but again, maybe it’s just the press repeating his words more than they have other popes. I honestly don’t know. … Read the rest

Friday

Prairie Vodka

I know TDE is a reward in itself: the witticisms, whimsy, erudition, humility.

But once in awhile, I like to give TDE a tangle benefit. Today is that day.

I learned about the vodka pictured above from a friend who used to distill and sell his own vodka. His vodka won the silver medal a few years back in a tasting competition. The vodka above took the “double gold.” Granted, I don’t know what “double gold” means, but I’m led to believe only the best vodkas win a medal at all, so a “double gold” is pretty impressive.

It is now available at Costco. The price: $27 for a half gallon.

For those hyper-sensitive to gluten, you’re covered: it’s made from corn.

For those hyper-sensitive to big ag, you’re covered: it’s all organic. (My friend knows the owner of the company, and he assured me the owner takes the organic label very seriously.)

For those hyper-sensitive to bad taste, you’re covered: it’s good. A friend picked me up two half gallons earlier this week and I test drove it last night.

As a practical matter, I mix my vodka with tonic and lime, so I don’t notice a big difference in vodkas, but it definitely tasted good last night. So next time you’re at Costco and looking for a good buy on liquor . . .

Now I’m just waiting for my daughter to come home from Ann Arbor with a few bottles of their new “Jail House Gin.” It’s supposedly a cost-effective knock-off of Hendrick’s gin (less juniper, more other flavors). … Read the rest

Thursday

Kauffman

“The Bushies and their courtiers, who know as little of our history as Janet Jackson knows of Jane Austen, haven’t the faintest idea that Republicans have often been the party of peace and non-interference in foreign wars. As President Benjamin Harrison once remarked, ‘We have no commission from God to police the world.’” Bill Kauffman… Read the rest

Wednesday

Dorothy Day

Ah, so it’s not unique to me:

“Thief, hypocrite, lacking in hospitality, charity, and brotherly love, lazy, a malingerer, expecting others to do all the work while I went traveling around the country, a liar, cheat, deceiver, perverter of Peter’s teaching. People have so trembled with rage as they approached me, shaking their fists, shouting, beating on the table, that I have literally expected to be assaulted, beaten.” Dorothy Day.

“Peter,” by the way, is Peter Maurin. … Read the rest

Tuesday

Miscellaneous Rambling

Ceiling. TrastevereA page of my life will come to a close this week. After ten seasons as a dugout coach (actually, nine as dugout coach, one as head coach), my last regular season little league game is this Friday. I admit: I’m greatly looking forward to it. I honestly don’t think I have a shred of nostalgia or other fond sorrow. I’m glad I’ve been there for my four boys (and three of my nephews) and I think it’s great that boys get a chance to participate in something like this and I’ve got to spend time with fellow coaches whose company I enjoy, but other than those things, I’ve pretty much hated every minute of it. The hyper-competitiveness; the crying that used to be scorned among boys that age but has now become shamefully common place, due to a populace of adults too intellectually compromised to take a stand for masculinity; the arid infields that coated my sweaty face and arms with dirty; the shear time commitment. Yes, I say unequivocally: “So long, little league. I”m glad you exist, but I’m glad you will henceforth exist without me.”

Ceiling. TrastevereBut irony of ironies: This year has been my most pleasant dugout experience. The head coach is great. He knows he’s molding young men and puts up with no crying, pouting, tantrums, etc. And the group of boys is great. Not a bad apple in the bunch. I haven’t once been able to use my comedic dialogue with boys who start crying after something goes wrong: Me: “You know, there’s only one reason to cry in baseball.” Boy: “Sniff, sniff.” Me: “It’s if you hurt your vagina.” Boy: “Sniff, reluctant snicker.” Me: “So if you cry, everyone’s going to think you hurt your vagina.” Four times out of five, that … Read the rest

Monday

Miscellaneous Rambling

Ceiling. TrastevereWhew. Fifty dead. Unbelievable. I have nothing to add, except the obvious: America and Islam are incompatible. That doesn’t mean the majority of Muslims cannot live here peaceably, but I’m not sure how we separate the good ones from the bad, so I’m inclined to exclude them altogether.

Ceiling. TrastevereAnd cowardly ideological responses from America’s opinion makers aren’t helping: “Facebook has deleted “Stop Islamization Of America,” a group with over 50,000 members in the wake of deadly Islamic terror attack in Orlando, Florida.” Link.

Ceiling. TrastevereThe Left simply can’t stand it: multi-culturalism is diseased thinking. All cultures are not equal. Some are closer to truth and goodness, while others are further from it. The United States and Europe are being racked–absolutely freaking racked–with evidence over and over, but the Left stands by their shockingly bogus narrative.

Ceiling. TrastevereSpeaking of the Left, Gavin McInnes wrote another good piece last week about the Left’s implosion. As always, it’s worth reading, but be warned: the language is as colorful as normal.

Trans sports isn’t about a new kind of woman competing in women’s sports. It’s about men competing in women’s sports. Guess what happens when you do that. The women get obliterated. One of the more intense examples of this happened exactly a year ago when a dude with tits who calls himself Fallon Fox pounded Tamikka Brents so hard she was knocked unconscious. “I’ve never felt so overpowered ever in my life,” Brents complained afterward. Once again, the people insisting men are women and women are men are left with blood on their hands.

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Such an explosion happened last week when Nattaphon Wangyot, an Alaskan man with makeup on, absolutely tore his high school’s girls’ track-and-field competition a new ass. As she(?)…ze(?)—fuck it—HE trampled past real

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Friday

BYCU

My small town had a stroke of good fortune this month: a new Meijer store opened up here. It’s the third biggest in Michigan.

I took my daughters there for our first visit Wednesday night and was greatly impressed. I don’t care much for shopping, but I hate going to Walmart, so I’m pleased to have a slightly classier alternative.

And I was really pleased to see their liquor selection. It’s pretty big.

And even better: They have a great selection of mixers. They, for instance, had six different kinds of ginger beer. But the thing I liked the most: They had a bunch of different tonics.

Which is great timing because we are now entering full swing into the gin and tonic season.

I’ve been reading a fair amount about gin lately, and one thing I keep seeing is this: Americans don’t appreciate the difference among tonic waters. Sure, Americans respect gin differences: top shelf, mid-shelf, low shelf. But unlike Europeans, who have long respected the immense difference a good tonic can make, Americans treat all tonics the same.

Until now. Right about now, America is waking up to the differences, and high-end tonic waters are hitting the market.

My local Meijer is the first store I’ve seen these higher end tonics, so even though I choked on the price ($2.75 for 17 ounces . . . I normally pay 99 cents for two liters), I bought a bottle Wednesday night. I then worked late last night, knocking off at 8:00, and opened it up, using it to mix New Amsterdam gin (a great gin, especially if you want less juniper taste).

The result?

It was great. It definitely makes a better gin and tonic than the Kroger brand tonic I normally use. It even gives the drink … Read the rest