Exactly. Jo isn’t saying “he’s a classic” in apposition to John. She’s addressing John (As in Marcia saying, “John, it’s over.”) and saying about Jeff “He’s a classic.”
December 13, 2025 at 9:58 am
Too Tall
So now the question is, when Jeff saunters in, will he be wearing pants?
Because, if Jeff arrives in his traditional sans culottes mode, John will be left feeling inadequate forever,
Along with every other misfortune that has or will soon befall him.
December 13, 2025 at 3:55 am
James/G
Well, the question is, who gets to take Blood down..?
I say top sponsor at the end of a week gets a strip, holding the rifle of their choice. I’d go with an M1 Garand in the Sniper configuration (M1D, IIRC), or my long barrel AR with the Pirating fore grip and 6.8 SPC barrel…
…that is, if I could afford to sponsor a single strip.
I’d prefer simplicity. Let Jeff beat him tartare, strip him to the buff, and deliver him gift-wrapped (OK, bound and gagged) to the illegals he was contracted to “establish” next to Double D.
Knowing their culture, he’d be coyote chow in about ten minutes flat.
There’s a passage in Mitchener’s “Texas” where he describes the squaws cutting up a padre in the early days of the San Antonio Mission. Hard way to go.
December 13, 2025 at 7:32 pm
MasterDiver
When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,
They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws.
‘Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
Man’s timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say,
For the Woman that God gave him isn’t his to give away;
But when hunter meets with husbands, each confirms the other’s tale —
The female of the species is more deadly than the male.
John Blood didn’t do anything wrong. He helped at the bar when Jo was having trouble and acted like a gentleman.
He wasn’t the one pursuing Mari. She was the creating the situation.
The situation at near the range is just business and legal. It’s unfortunate it goes against our values.
He was also concerned about Mari being at that restaurant and came running.
I never saw any of the John Wick movies but I did sit in the Mustang. It was basically a movie prop and the inside was gutted for room for the cameras. I thought they had wrecked a classic but was told they bought it from a junk yard.
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Poor Mari, life lesson not expected. However, it is another lesson. It isn’t just the heart that leads you astray. Something much lower.
John? A classic? Who is this other John that Jo (as Mari) is talking about?
Does she mean Ian?
Note that this is Jo, not Mari.
Her “Classic” is the (fake) Cadillac sitting outside.
Exactly. Jo isn’t saying “he’s a classic” in apposition to John. She’s addressing John (As in Marcia saying, “John, it’s over.”) and saying about Jeff “He’s a classic.”
So now the question is, when Jeff saunters in, will he be wearing pants?
Because, if Jeff arrives in his traditional sans culottes mode, John will be left feeling inadequate forever,
Along with every other misfortune that has or will soon befall him.
Well, the question is, who gets to take Blood down..?
I say top sponsor at the end of a week gets a strip, holding the rifle of their choice. I’d go with an M1 Garand in the Sniper configuration (M1D, IIRC), or my long barrel AR with the Pirating fore grip and 6.8 SPC barrel…
…that is, if I could afford to sponsor a single strip.
I’d prefer simplicity. Let Jeff beat him tartare, strip him to the buff, and deliver him gift-wrapped (OK, bound and gagged) to the illegals he was contracted to “establish” next to Double D.
Knowing their culture, he’d be coyote chow in about ten minutes flat.
clear ether
eon
Aft6er he deeds the property to Mari
I’m thinking Tabasco might find and dispatch the wayward lad when out patrolling his territory. Then, well, wild pigs and coyotes, they gotta eat too.
It would look like SUCH a tragic accident:
Blood On the Saddle
Song byTex Ritter
There was blood on the saddle and blood all around
And a great big puddle of blood on the ground
A cowboy lay in it all covered with gore
And he never will ride any broncos no more
Oh, pity the cowboy, all bloody and red
For the bronco fell on him and bashed in his head
There was blood on the saddle and blood all around
And a great big puddle of blood on the ground
Women, knives, a shovel, and a hot desert. Kipling had something to say about dem womens…
When you’re wounded and lost on Afghanistan’s plains,
And the women come out to cut up the remains,
Just roll to your rifle and blow out your brains,
And go to your Gawd like a soldier.
Go, go, go like a soldier.
Soldier of the Queen.
–The Young British Soldier, 1890.
See Barracks Room Ballads, 1892.
clear ether
eon
There’s a passage in Mitchener’s “Texas” where he describes the squaws cutting up a padre in the early days of the San Antonio Mission. Hard way to go.
When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,
They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws.
‘Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
Man’s timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say,
For the Woman that God gave him isn’t his to give away;
But when hunter meets with husbands, each confirms the other’s tale —
The female of the species is more deadly than the male.
The Female of the Species
Rudyard Kipling
1911
Zar Belk!
Thank you Eon
Damn!
What a tangled weave Chris wove.
So Jo is over her own Blood fixation?
I was thinking the same. Javier is efficient.
John Blood didn’t do anything wrong. He helped at the bar when Jo was having trouble and acted like a gentleman.
He wasn’t the one pursuing Mari. She was the creating the situation.
The situation at near the range is just business and legal. It’s unfortunate it goes against our values.
He was also concerned about Mari being at that restaurant and came running.
I never saw any of the John Wick movies but I did sit in the Mustang. It was basically a movie prop and the inside was gutted for room for the cameras. I thought they had wrecked a classic but was told they bought it from a junk yard.