Get Popcorn

Last week, Fox News hosted the first two Republican debates. If you missed the first one, you lost out on a good, clean, informative forum. Most people tuned in to the Main Event with the “top” ten contenders for the title because everyone wanted to see how Donald Trump would come across.

We were not disappointed. He was very much The Donald™: brash, a bit comical, and not pulling punches. Regardless of where you stand with him, he did what he set out to do. I ran out of popcorn after the first twenty minutes. Thankfully, vodka was available. But it was the aftermath of the debate that really stirred up the martinis. His remarks regarding Megyn Kelly notwithstanding, he also took a few shots at Erick Erickson for withdrawing Mr. Trump’s invitation from the Red State Gathering this past weekend.



Seriously, that happened not an hour apart. I must have had four cups of coffee to wash down the myriad doughnuts being consumed by your truly while this unfolded on Twitter. But that was peanuts compared to the smorgasbord that occurred that afternoon.

Sources: Roger Stone quit, wasn’t fired by Donald Trump in campaign shakeup

In case y’all don’t know, Mr. Stone was a Republican operative for several presidents, and has been a friend of Mr. Trump’s for decades. Now, according to the Trump campaign, Mr. Stone was fired. But according to Stone, he quit hours before. Citing emails and witness reports, it sure looks like Mr. Stone’s version is the plausible one. The most damning part is that there in no mention of the firing on Mr. Trump’s Twitter account until AFTER Mr. Stone told reporters that he had quit.

The next morning [Aug. 7, 2015], Stone had to fight Trump’s handlers to meet with him for 15 minutes, prompting the following exchange that both of Stone’s friends, independently and separately, tell POLITICO what happened:

Stone: “Donald, stop with the Megyn Kelly shit. It’s fucking crazy. It’s killing us.”

Trump: “What do you mean? I won the debate. People loved it.”

Stone: “You didn’t win the debate.”

Trump: “Yes I did. Look at the polling. Look at Drudge.”

Stone: “The Drudge Report poll isn’t a scientific poll. You won’t give me the money to pay for a scientific poll. And you’re off-message.”

Trump: “There are other polls.”

Stone: “Those are bullshit polls, Donald. They’re not scientific polls. We need to run a professional campaign and talk about what people really care about.”

Trump: “We’re winning.”

The myopia is astounding. My major maladjustment with Mr. Trump doesn’t stem from his brash outlook. It sprouts from his hypocrisy. One minute he thanks Red State and Erickson for their support, and not an hour later he tweet his pleasure at being uninvited from RSG15. I do worry that this pomp and circumstance, though it may seem like it is disinfecting the GOP, may be a slow-acting poison instead. Some on the right are to the point of “let it burn”. But as my friend tmi3rd brought up, Mr. Trump is the atom bomb that can bring a political nuclear winter. Some consider it a viable option, but you need to look ahead, and contemplate the resulting endgame.

There is a difference between “let it burn”, and “make it burn”. Mr. Trump falls in the latter category. And that is bad for all parties involved.

Girlie Drink of the Week

A day late and $1.75 short. This month is proving to be rather tiresome. What with packing household goods, the A/C going out, car needing maintenance, home renovations, and school requirements, I barely have time to gather enough crap in my head to write a post.

I did mention the A/C is still out, right?

Anyway, I figure once I can have a few minutes to myself, I can enjoy a classic cocktail. And this fits the bill this week.

dirty martini

Dirty Martini

  • 2 oz. gin (unflavored)
  • ¼ oz. dry vermouth
  • splash of olive brine
  • 3 olives
  • lemon wedge (optional)

Pour gin, vermouth and brine into an ice-filled shaker. Mix well. Rim a martini glass with the lemon wedge, and then strain the contents into the glass. Garnish with olives.

I prefer garlic or feta stuffed olives for an extra shot of savory. My late BIL loved to use jalapeño stuffed olives, and even okra (shudder) for garnish. Just remember: the garnish is good for you, too!! 😉

Girlie Drink of the Week

I promised myself I wouldn’t complain about the heat after being blessed with so much rain around here. So technically I am not complaining, so much as pointing out the obvious over and over and with exclamation points. It seems to work for me.

Anyway, last week I bought some really nice peaches at the market and found to my chagrin that the kids completely forgot about them in the refrigerator. Luckily they were still ripe, so I decided to liberate them from the confines of the drawer and made peach compote to go with ice cream, as well as something to make the heat of the day tolerable.

peach sangria

Peach Sangria

  • Bottle of Moscato (750ml)
  • Bottle of Seltzer (1 L)
  • 1 cup Grand Marnier No.2, peach and raspberry
  • About three or four yellow peaches, peeled and sliced

Take about ¾ of the sliced peaches and muddle them in a pitcher along with the Grand Marnier. Add the moscato and the seltzer and stir. Pour into glasses of choice and garnish with the rest of the peaches. Serves 4-6.

You can also use peach or apricot brandy instead of the Grand Marnier. If you would rather do a non-alcoholic version, you can substitute the wine for white grape juice and add peach nectar instead of the liqueur. Either way, it’s a great way to enjoy the fruits of summer :)

The Coming Tide

Not a day goes by where I don’t see some bit of news that just makes me slam my palm against my forehead while simultaneously hitting said forehead against my desk as I copiously weep for the future.

I love my dogs. Even the yappy one that drives me insane. And I know each and every reader here who owns pets love them dearly and would do anything for them. Honestly, pet photos are about the only thing worth looking at in social media now. But there is a line, and even though it has been crossed, some people still tend to cross it for the most idiotic reasons.

A town in the north of Spain has become the country’s first to grant cats and dogs special rights as “non-human neighbours”.

Trigueros del Valle, a town of 300 inhabitants in the province of Valladolid, has approved a declaration which seeks to “dignify the lives of dogs and cats, animals which have shared with man thousands and thousands of years and have been a great help to him.”

I am all for protecting the least of us from any abuse. One of my favorite movies is Beastmaster, and one of the best scenes involves Seth throwing one of the tiger’s trappers into the pit with the tiger. He tells Tal that it isn’t fair to trap an animal. One must confront it in its own terms (I paraphrase). But this law smacks of giving “human rights” to animals, and that is a hell of a slippery slope. Yes, animals should have certain rights, but how will that tally when you want to order a burger or chicken marsala? I am clunky with the words here and can’t really articulate well. But I do have a question to ponder:

If we do eventually end up granting “human rights” to non-human animals, would owning them constitute slavery? Inquiring minds want to know.

Thursday Open Thread

Look, Monday was hijacked by aliens, ok? Deal with that.

I know everyone keeps talking about the Trump/ McCain imbroglio, and frankly, I’m getting fed up with the constant running out of popcorn. But here are a few things to note:

A) McCain isn’t running for office.

2) Trump is self-serving.

iii) Nominations are still a year away.

Now, some people like Trump’s brashness, and agree with some of the points he makes. Others tend to view him as a wolf in conservative clothing. I tend to give him some benefit of the doubt here. I used to be a rabid liberal and now I am to the right of Reagan, so there is some validity to his claim of being further right than he used to be (I refuse to call him conservative, though). In his explanation for why he gave to democrats, he said he did it to further his business. When you think about it, he put his interests ahead of what was better for the country. Now, he is a businessman, true. But if you have political aspirations, it’s crap like this that will bite you in the ass.

I’m not a Trump fan. Frankly, I think he is hemlock in our cup of tea. He has made some good points and has made some bad ones. ALL politicians do that. I don’t believe Trump will get the nomination, but it is my belief he is the Perot Candidate, though not intentionally. The rest of the GOP field should stop giving him the limelight and take a cue from Fiorina and go back to attacking the democrats instead of infighting like kids on the monkey bars. And what say y’all?? 😀

Girlie Drink of the Week

In keeping with the theme from yesterday’s post, I searched for an alien inspired cocktail. This is what came up in the images.

green slave girl

Green Alien

  • 1 oz. Sprite
  • 1 oz. tonic water
  • ¼ oz. lemon juice
  • ¼ oz. lime juice
  • 1 oz. Midori liqueur

Pour ingredients into a glass filled with ice and stir well. Garnish with mint leaves, if desired. It’s a bit on the sweet side, so you can adjust less Midori and more tonic water to cut on the sweetness. Or add gin. That worked for me 😀


Nope. Not that kind.

alienThat is the sort I mean.

And if you don’t know where that image comes from, you’ve missed a hell of a book.

So, the question is … Could our current technology repel an alien invasion?

I see only two negatives. 1) our weaponry is (by the vast majority and nearly all deployed) kinetic in nature. Either explosive or projectile. And 2) our range is limited by its designed use. Which is to say, our existing weaponry (as a planet, not necessarily as a nation) is designed for a rather sub-orbital use.

The limited range of our weapons is not completely a definitive answer to the question however as (and we all know this) you cannot successfully invade that which you do not put troops on.

Additionally, with our technology, we’ve certainly not established a known (even theoretical) defense to kinetic weapons.

However, the lack of the high-ground is a certainty. This is not meant to be a dig directed at the fall of NASA, but generally speaking we do not have anything in the way of planetary defense. And I’m not really suggesting there should be as there is no evidence that such would ever be needed. I’m simply pointing out that none exists.

So, we’d be left to mount a defense from the surface. Most science fiction (being written by American authors) tends to assume the US being the focal point for the invasion. I would agree to a point. I would think, from orbit and without an understanding of our radio transmissions, there would be two main points of attack. One, of course, being the US and the other being Europe. Europe would likely get hit due to the density of civilization apparent from a distance. The US a target due to the large amount of radio transmission whether the invaders understand it or not.

There is another tactic which the book related to the picture above mentions. The middle of the US. The farmland. The central US is the largest (at least on our half) unbroken, massive area of agriculture on the planet, easily determined from space if you’re looking hard enough. The aliens in the above story figured it would make a perfect location for a beach-head as no species would knowingly and intentionally damage or destroy its own food supply.

In the story, as well as I believe we would in reality, we nuked them.

Now I’m not going to get into spoilers about that particular story but I really do think we would. At least until the fighters among us were killed and we’re left with nothing but cowards.

So what do you think?

Could we survive? What sorts of aliens do you envision? Would it be a short fight (years) or a long one (decades) or a new way of life (generations)?