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  • January 11, 2018 at 12:05 am

    Are those crows – or buzzards? 🙂

    • January 11, 2018 at 10:25 am

      Here in the Northeast, they would be Turkey Buzzard. Something like a giant crow with hooked beak, but only their face is free of feathers. They do the job and keep the roadsides clean. But they do swarm and circle in the traditional manner.

  • January 11, 2018 at 12:09 am

    Just saber rattling. Nothing more. It’ll never happen. Nice dream though!

    • January 11, 2018 at 12:23 am
      Deplorable B Woodman

      “Nothing more”. Good line, right author, but wrong poem. You want, “Never more”. (or is it, “Nevermore”?)

      Thank you, my work here is done. I’m off to bed. Busy today, busy tomorrow.

  • January 11, 2018 at 12:19 am
    Deplorable B Woodman

    Alfred Hitchcock in the neighborhood??

  • January 11, 2018 at 12:23 am

    Me thinks the “meat” has been dead for a long time.

    • January 11, 2018 at 12:48 am


      • January 11, 2018 at 2:08 am

        …”My wayward son”
        (There’ll be peace when they are gone)

      • January 11, 2018 at 7:05 am
        Deplorable B Woodman

        Well played! We haz a winner!

      • January 11, 2018 at 8:32 am

        Put your weary head to rest,
        And don’t you cry no more.

      • January 11, 2018 at 10:44 am
        John D. Egbert

        I’m reminded of the kids’ (ostensibly) TV toon show Rocky and His Friends – specifically a chapter title during the search for the Kerwood Derby: “Buzzard Bait or The Carrion Call.”

        *Sigh* another good one that couldn’t be made – let alone aired – today,

  • January 11, 2018 at 12:26 am
    Deplorable B Woodman

    We could always go with Leonard Skinnard, “The Smell of Death Surrounds You”.

    • January 12, 2018 at 9:28 am

      Pronounced L Y N Y R D S K Y N Y R D

  • January 11, 2018 at 12:28 am

    Maybe if you two PRICKS would just frakking DIE, it’d be less a problem, bitch

    • January 11, 2018 at 8:33 am


    • January 11, 2018 at 2:48 pm

      Not good enough.
      We need full exposure and documentation as a warning to those who would follow the Clinton Example.

    • January 11, 2018 at 4:21 pm

      Please stop insulting female dogs.

  • January 11, 2018 at 1:36 am
    John T. Block

    May the crows get BOTH of them, with all the bodies on their back trail…. The ve built a metric shit-ton of bad karma in life, the payback will be EPIC….

  • January 11, 2018 at 2:08 am

    Them’s buzzards. Looks exactly like the scene I see often here in Fla…and since that’s where Chris is too, that might even be one of his artistic altered photos. Beautiful in its own natural way.

    Dead meat? Yes, the scavengers can smell it from a mile away…or is that just the stench of the evil murderous soul-less undead? Either way, they’ll meet their end soon enough…sadly I would bet big that it won’t be due to anything “the system” does…and I only bet on sure things.

    • January 11, 2018 at 4:07 am

      I’m going with “the stench of evil” for $50.

  • January 11, 2018 at 2:30 am

    “Buzzards gotta eat, same as worms.” ~~ Josey Wales

  • January 11, 2018 at 4:06 am

    The only thing I wanted from that miserable POS was a signature on my retirement papers from the military. I only wish it had been somebody else. 1994, got home, checked my gear, and tried to disappear.

    • January 11, 2018 at 10:47 am
      John D. Egbert

      Ah feel yore pain. My timing was better: Reagan in 1988 . . .

      • January 11, 2018 at 11:35 am

        Started my Navy term of service in 1976 under Jimmy Carter (a pox on him) and ended it under Ronald Reagan in 1982, you could feel a real difference in morale once Reagan took over.

      • January 11, 2018 at 12:36 pm

        JSS, if you started in ’76 it would have been under Ford at least for a bit right? So start and end under an R with a big Dim in between. Well whoever CIC was you did your job, and I thank you and all y’all vets for it.

      • January 11, 2018 at 8:56 pm

        Sadly mine was signed by Obummer in 2012.

        Zar Belk!

  • January 11, 2018 at 6:29 am

    If the crows start cawing really loud, the two of them may find themselves, or rather their souls, someplace they have never believed they’d end up. See The Dunwich Horror (1969), or just read the original story by H.P. Lovecraft.

    clear ether


    • January 11, 2018 at 7:28 am

      A Lovecraftian (failed sanity check) fate seems to already be Hillary’s fate. (I’ve been reading Amanda Green’s reviews of her book over at Sarah Hoyt’s blog.)

      A more permanent Lovecraftian ending certainly seems desirable, though.

      (And, Chris, got the Redvolution download. Thanks!)

  • January 11, 2018 at 8:01 am
    Bill G

    Crows? Buzzards? Time for the Wild Hunt to ride through.

  • January 11, 2018 at 8:40 am
    Coffee Mug

    Chris – Loose the Creative Juice! You have uncovered solid gold here. Time to mine.

    Onward Ho!

  • January 11, 2018 at 9:06 am

    A Murder of Crows stalks the Murderers!

    Zar Belk!

  • January 11, 2018 at 9:36 am

    What level of Hell will they reside in once their corpses are rendered to bits?
    Only issue I see is the birds poo contaminating whatever it lands on.

    • January 11, 2018 at 9:49 am

      We need permanent air cover over those two. Every time one of the birds drops some ordnance we’ve got to get a replacement airborn.

  • January 11, 2018 at 10:42 am

    What was destroyed in that timely fire?
    a. provocative pics from Huma
    b. Lolita Express receipts
    c. “golden shower” video of Bill and 2 interns
    d. letter of thanks from Putin (radioactive)
    e. smoking guns

    I’m going with all of the above

    • January 11, 2018 at 10:52 am
      John D. Egbert

      Auric Goldfinger probably said it best: “once is happenstance; twice is coincidence; three time is enemy action.”

      These two are so far beyond that boundary words just don’t suffice.

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