13 thoughts on “The Foaming Rant returns”

  3. Heehaw. Behold VN.com brought low by my legions of fans, trooping back to the site to assess the quality of the pearls I have cast before them after lo these many months in self-imposed exile.

    Actually, I think someone in San Diego spilled a Corona into a server.

    Sure thing, K, borrow away.

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  6. Ciao from RAINY Santa Barbara, where instead of riding my bicycle in glorious sunshine I sit inside reading VN.com. But at least the Foaming Rant has come back! Don’t know for how long with the VN readership skewing ever more towards the “cycling’s the new golf” side of the political spectrum, but it’s good to see the Dog back up there, pissing folks off! Here in usually sunny SB, we’re shopping (hit Whole Foods and Trader Joe’s this afternoon) and cooking up some tasty grub as the wife’s taken over her mother’s kitchen and chicken broth is bubbling away. I’ll take revenge on the rain tonight by enjoying some lobster risotto and a few crab legs washed down with a chilled Orvieto Classico. Maybe tomorrow will clear up enough for me at least to get the old Bianchi’s out of their boxes and air up the tires?

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  7. Jeez, Joe, that’s quite the story … makes a guy want to grease up the .357 saddle gun and go hunting peckerwood.

    I’ve never hunted, but have no objection to the practice when it’s performed properly. My friend Hal up Weirdcliffe way is a lifelong hunter and fisherman, and he does it the hard way, which is to say the right way — no ATV, airplane, helicopter, Jeep full of bourbon, what have you. Gets his shooting iron and starts walking. Never takes a shot unless it’s a clean one. Packs the animal home on a burro and eats what he kills.

    Larry, I’m sorry to hear the trip West got all gooey on you. It’s been cold and mildly unpleasant in Bibleburg, but I could’ve (and should’ve) gotten out for a run today.

    Alas, work tied my shoelaces together once again. And Herself has been feeling a tad under the weather, so my one trip outside was for some ginger ale and the last few ingredients for a healing pot of posole. Tomorrow is another day.

    Meanwhile, thanks to all for enjoying the revived Rant.

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  8. FINALLY. The Rant was the best part of VN. I wondered if maybe the tri-golfers shut you down. Glad to see it back.

    Laughed my ass off at the thin-skinned wankers who took offense to the Republican/right wing comment–especially the guy who booed you and said he was never a fan. If I’m not a fan of a particular author or journo, I stop at the book cover or byline. Why bother reading? And then bother to comment? Jesus.

    Larry T: The new golf–maybe cycling, and definitely triathlon. $200 entry fees. Expensive coaching. $10,000 bikes (racked on $80,000 Audis). Only have to work on reducing your time (like lowering your handicap). No sprints. No elbows. No crossing wheels ’cause the rules say you can’t get anywhere near each other. No roadrash that anyone would admit to. “Yeah, I crashed. No, I wasn’t in a bike race. I just fell. And potato chipped $4000 in wheels. My bad.” No broken bones. No “pedals turned in anger”. Just hot fit young Type A’s who drink Michelob Ultra. Madison Avenue absolutely loves triathlon. So does Hollywood.

    By the way, L____ is doing his first triathlon (I’m baaack!) in New Zealand in January. He likes to go by the handle “Juan Pelota” on Twitter. All the See and Be Seen’s think he is just soooo coooool.

    If LBS’s can sell tri-bikes instead of road bikes, I say fantastic and thank you, Juan. Just please don’t ask me to sniff his chamois.

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  9. Hey, Jeff … hear y’there. I don’t watch, read or listen to the dingbats, and I don’t understand why they would care to watch, read or listen to me. Some folks just can’t help scratching that itch, I guess.

    The funny part is when the dingbats dig down into their shallow bag of tricks and whip out the epithet “liberal,” as if they think they’ve unearthed a haymaker, a hard right hand to a chinless jaw. The image playing on the small screen of their minds must be of some cardiganed, tenured, love-beaded liberal-arts prof, sipping a glass of Central Coast chardonnay and going, “Tsk, tsk.”

    The dingbats can be forgiven this misconception, because it’s often how their opposition presents itself, thanks to a myopic mass media. But those of us who beg to differ should really try to whip a little vision correction on they ass — a dose of Liberal Lasik, if you will.

    Love makes the world go ’round, or so they say. So does a puck in the gob.

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  10. I guess I could have stayed at UH and been that cardigan wearing guy with the glass of Central Coast. Its kinda more fun to be a liberal in the Biz I am in, just to shock a few people.

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  13. Ciao David…did you get behind on your sunshine taxes this year? We’re here for three weeks so we’ll no doubt get more cycling in during this period than we would back on the frozen plains of Iowa even if it does rain for two weeks! I remember living here as a child one winter where it rained for what seemed like a solid week and the storm channels were almost overflowing with runoff….might be the same thing this time?

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