Manly Movies

You bring the crowns and heads of conquered kings to my city steps. You insult my queen. You threaten my people with slavery and death! Oh, I’ve chosen my words carefully, Persian. Perhaps you should have done the same!

The quote does not do the scene justice. I’m sure you’ve seen it. He tries. He attempts politeness. Even at the point of turning to violence, he turns to his woman for advice before acting.

We’ve been there.

“Madman! You’re a madman! No man, Persian or Greek, no man threatens a messenger!”

He turns. Maybe he is wrong. Maybe the offense of suggesting he submit himself and his people to slavery has made him irrational. He turns. Confers with his queen. She agree.

“Only Spartan women give birth to real men.”

At one time this was our Marine Corps. In a lot of ways it still is. Some ways, not so much.

What is the manliest movie you’ve seen?

Also, Lena Headey is hot.


“Come back with your shield, or on it.”

(I have a weakness for warrior women. Aeryn Sun is my hero.)

The Tantrum Life

They chose it.

Seems like each day a new crop of whiners rises up from the cesspool of academia to demand more crap. This week’s winners of the “I Want It My Way” achievement unlocked series is none other than UNC-Chapel Hill. “Black Lives Matter” members decided to infiltrate (I can’t think of a better word, honestly) what was supposed to be a townhall meeting to address grievances from all students, emphasis on “all”. Instead of awaiting their turn, they took over the meeting to air their list of demands. And they did not disappoint.

A mandatory class for everyone, including staff and administrators, about the “historical racial violence of this University and town …”

Careful what you wish for. If you want to “teach” everyone about “historical racial violence”, you are going to have to bring back the Rebel flag. Kind of a Catch-22, isn’t it?

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It has been a long week already. Yes, I realize it’s Monday. But honestly, I am starting to feel and look like the Thanksgiving turkey: fed up and DONE.

(No, not that plump. Yet.)

I don’t understand why it is so difficult for people to prioritize the bigger picture around us. The myopia gets worse with each younger generation, almost as if they have been trained to only look at the world in the lens of how it affects them directly (which I’m pretty sure is the truth but I’m giving room for benefit of the doubt). Take the happenings at Yale last week. Students were in an uproar because an administrator was more interested in protecting free speech than in protecting their safe spaces. According to a whiny gal, it is the job of the administrators to provide a home:

It is not about creating an intellectual space! It is not! Do you understand that? It’s about creating a home here! You are not doing that.

Forget learning! We need to be coddled!!! And if you think this is isolated, think again. University of Missouri president Tim Wolfe resigned today after students pressured him to first apologize and then resign over his lack of speed concerning the investigations into several racially-motivated incidents. Said incidents are still under investigation but the students prefer a rush to action because RAYCISSS. And to show just how tolerant and open the students are, they managed to block the media from doing their (usually mediocre) job. Football players were planning to “strike” if the president did not resign, which tells me that the bottom line is made from dollar signs. And all I have to ask the student body of Mizzou is, now what? They have no answer at all.

And why am I writing about petulant, self-absorbed children who believe college is their new daycare? Because while they were busy yelling to have their feelings protected, two American trainers were shot dead by a Jordanian police officer in Amman. Sweden is now telling its Jewish population they are not invited to the Holocaust remembrance because the state can no longer guarantee their safety. Palestinians are attempting to kill as many Israelis as they can by any means necessary.

Oh, and Teh Prez haz a Facebook. And in the midst of the news about the Resident Egoist FINALLY getting a Facebook account, no one remembered that Organizing for America ran one for him this whole time. Serioulsy, do y’all honestly think he is just now getting around to Facebook?? I thought not.

And these are the priorities of our progeny:

Out: Freedom of Speech.

In: Right to a Safe Space.

Out: Due Process.

In: Nouveau Lynchings.

Out: Protecting Liberty.

In: Run Away.

Out: Statesmanship.

In: Hashtag Diplomacy and Selfies.

And people wonder why they laugh at us while they set fire to the rest of the world.

From One Peace to a Million Pieces

I guess my age is finally making me bitter. Don’t get me wrong, I tend to look at the glass and say it’s half full. But lately I am getting pretty irritated waiting for the waiter to refill it.

I attended my daughter’s open house at school a few weeks ago, to meet her teachers and to scope out the classroom propaganda. Really, that’s why I go. You learn a lot from the paraphernalia teachers display in their classrooms. Most of the time I am not surprised at what I find. Besides the usual “Books Bring You the World” and “Go Team Go!!” stuff, most is germane to the class. I seldom worry about teachers that have had plenty of classroom, and parental, experience. But the new teachers are another story.

This year’s winner of Aggie’s Apparatchik Award™ goes to my daughter’s English teacher. He tends to…… change the rules in the middle of the game. I write this as my daughter is upstairs redoing her essay because he changed his mind on the requirements, even after she had physical proof of his previous requirements via voice memo. But she will not be beaten. Anyway, at the open house the glaring item in his classroom was not any quotation, or pictures of literary giants. One item stood out like a nuke among the daisies:


Yes, a big flag with a similar picture on it. Turns out the school has a Peace Club. I sat there and let him babble on about his expectations and all I could think was how absolutely worthless the whole thing is. It’s a noble thing, wanting world peace. But it is unattainable. The only way to achieve it is individually, each person seeking it on his or her own terms, and not forcing it on others. What peace means to me is definitely not what peace means to ArmedGeek. And I can damn well guarantee our version of peace isn’t Islam’s version of peace.

Hubby brought up the idea of “One Voice” not long ago. It’s a similar concept: all the people of the world living under one voice, one idea, one peace. His question to those who wish to live under “One of Every Platitude”: Whose voice??

And this is what I mean when I say it’s an impossibility: no one will ever agree on the Voice (unless Blake Shelton is involved, and maybe not even then). And no one will ever agree on what “peace” means, either. All cultures define peace differently, so how can anyone expect one to rise over the others as being absolute? And how would agreement or consensus be reached? And at what expense?

Peace is a worthless platitude used to bend people to the will of a few. Every time I see the dove used as a peace symbol, I am reminded of its history, and I am sickened by it. So count me out. My version of peace is grounded in reality.



The odds are ever in my favor.

Girlie Drink of the Week

It is the end of October and time for more pumpkin. This week’s offering comes by way of Wild Turkey™.

smashed pumpkin cocktailSmashed Pumpkin

  • 1 oz Wild Turkey 101™
  • ¼ oz almond liqueur
  • ¼ oz cinnamon schnapps
  • 2 oz pumpkin pie filling (not canned pumpkin)
  • ½ oz heavy cream

Pour all ingredients into an ice-filled shaker and shake well. Strain into a coupe glass and garnish with grated nutmeg. You can also try grated allspice for a deeper flavor. Personally I would add more cream and a bit of simple syrup and take out the cinnamon schnapps. Unless it’s Goldschlager™. The gold flakes would make this drink look so blingy, and it is a girlie drink, after all 😀