The Light Cavalry Photo Box
An arbitrary pile of my photos and thoughts.
"...soccer is a Euro-commie-socialist sport"
Effete soccer players like moi enjoy this affectation that soccer is unAmerican and wussyworthy.
1. Soccer's the #1 participation sport in the US;
1a. it occurs to me that the US is the #1 soccer-playing nation on earth by numbers and that your society has been overrun by us soccer zombies;
2. Man U and Liverpool are American businesses;
3. "football" is about the most wussified, gay piece of anaerobic prancing around in body-armour that a pansy fashion designer could dream up;
4. the NFL is heavily subsidized by your commie governments, while UK pro soccer is a free market business;
5. for God's sake, there's just no comparison between the masculinity of rugby and "football”. Rugby v football = cauliflower ears v cauliflower brains.
Can you hear me under your helmet? Can you see me thru the visors and pompoms? Oh, you don't actually play "football"? Pourquoi? Anyway when I drive around Houston or New York or New Jersey, I see mostly soccer pitches, except in some schools where the football pitches are heavily subscribed by middle aged men like me playing soccer despite the weird pitch markings.
Look, hate soccer if it helps you feel virile ogling cheerleaders on tv with your beer on your belly, but check out rugby if you prefer a flowing battle of unarmored men of various sizes to a sporadic clash of prettied-up, cookie-cutter robots who need new instructions and a cuddle every 15 seconds.
A comment on big law, big regulation, and big government
Americans in general don't realize the fear and loathing felt by international business towards America's legal and regulatory monsters. US residents and US jurisdiction are routinely shunned.
Obamacare will be cited for centuries as the locus classicus of big government at work with virtually unlimited time and money. But don't forget the even funnier case of the schizophrenic signer gesticulating in faux Zulu beside Obama and the other bigwigs at Mandela's funeral. The Obaman retinue floats down into South Africa aboard the Imperial Intergalactic Airfleet with redundant everything and bodyguards for the bodyguards; the NSA blankets the entire electromagnetic spectrum; humungous resources are applied to modest risks ...and yet...Monty Python never constructed a more hilarious scenario....the Grand Poobah of Cool doing his teleprompter thing to sanctify a dead terrorist, while the superbly distracting and distracted signer with violent hallucinations does his pc thing to show the world how inclusive of deaf Zulus are the Poobahs....signifying nothing, but signifying everything.
See also Steyn.
Whitewashed! Aargh! I'll have to re-edit my shots for a photo-book, starting with...
I'm going to Moab in a couple of days, so here's a couple of Goblin Valley re-edits.
The Stornaway ferry leaving Ullapool
Heading out to the Minch through the Summer Isles