Wow. Bradley Wiggins and Chris Froome crushed it today in the Tour’s first big time trial, opening up a 10-gallon-can of whup-ass on Cadel Evans and everyone else — including El Fabuloso, Fabian Cancellara, who must be pinching himself to see whether he’s still asleep and having a nightmare.
I was over at Red Kite Prayer, helping Charles “Live Update Guy” Pelkey track the race for our friends sentenced to cubicle farms worldwide, and we had a record haul in terms of contributions to the tip jar— in no small part to some silly little hooter logged on as Two700c, who complained about “politics” being injected into the play-by-play (oddly enough, it was one of our least political live updates ever).
Two700c slagged me in a snippy note to Charles, which goes to show you that not even the anonymity of the Internet is comfort enough for at least one timid Tea Bagger. Still, I feel obliged to thank him for helping us rake in a pile of coin. I’ll be donating a portion of the proceeds to the Democratic Socialists of America.
If you’re not already joining us for the daily live updates, swing on by. Always room for another pinko in the Party photo.
But it’s not all politics, all the time. Today, for example, I reprised one of my favorite National Lampoon covers to urge readers to contribute to the Cause.
Mad Blog Media 
I was wondering how you were going to fit a malt shop into the TdF and then I realized that there might have been another cover that you had in mind…
RLong
Hey, Richard … LTNS. If you’re ever nostalgic for those glorious days of Lampoonery, you can revisit the covers archive here. December 1975 depicts a young Mitt Romney interacting with the working class.
Mr. O’G-
At one point in my education career, I was carting around thirteen-plus years worth of NatLamp (1972-1986). Reference material, to be sure. I was sorely disappointed when it became obvious that there were no questions about “Cheech Wizard” on the Board Exam(s).
More’s the pity…
My reference material has likewise vanished. I do, however, have a couple “Cheech Wizard” collections. Vaughn Bode was a genius who left us far too soon.
There’ll be more where that came from.
Up the rebels!
The crack was mighty, everyone can agree
Comrade!
Excellent piece of work here. Continue promoting socialism.
Da, tovarisch.
Is that one of your hand cannons, Patrick?
‘Tis indeed, K. That’s my 1980 S&W .357 Magnum with Pachmayr grips. The original wooden ones tore the bejaysis out of the web between thumb and forefinger (small hands). The dog, of course, is Comrade Buddy, who stands willing to take one for the Cause.
K frame or N frame? Man, having shot my dad’s K frame with a six inch barrel from time to time, all I can say is I pity you if you are firing factory loads.
And what about that Brit?
Combat Magnum, Model 19, K frame, with a 4-inch barrel. It’s about like having a trench mortar as a sidearm. A lot of boom in that small pipe when a 158-grain hollow-point is on its way out.
We handloaded ours down to 38 special for everyday shooting up the woods. One day, as a practical joke, the old man snuck in a factory 357 round among the handloads. Damn near jumped out of my drawers.
I used to handload quite a bit in Oregon. A gun-nut pal had all the tools, and we weren’t paid much at the newspaper, so reloading beat the mortal nuts off buying factory rounds.
I had a .41 Magnum S&W back then, too. Six-inch barrel. Damn, I miss that gun. It was seriously fun to shoot. My pal favored the .44 Magnum (had a serious Dirty Harry fetish). He hotloaded the shit out of his rounds, and when you let one fly out of that thing, you could feel the backblast smack you upside the head.
One of these days I’ll start looking seriously for an old Ruger 44 carbine.
Ruger does good work. Their revolvers always looked seriously Western to me. I believe Hal has a .22 wheel gun from those folks.
We have a couple Ruger carbines in the Mad Dog arsenal — a 7.62x39mm Mini Thirty and a 10-22. I like my .357 Magnum Marlin saddle gun, too.
Little dog, not much of a mess. Use a hammer and save a round.
Poison, that’s the ticket. Comrade Buddy will eat anything. This goes a long way toward explaining why I spent most of last week washing his furry butt twice a day.
Who looked worse today? 700c or Texas Maximus’ lawyers?
Juan Pelota’s shysters took a shot to the plums from U.S. District Judge Sam Sparks, to be sure, who delivered the legal equivalent of “Yo’ mama.” Two700c must’ve never had a mama, ’cause he clearly lacks a proper upbringing.
Yup… There’s a test he failed
Sparks’ ruling was basically “where’d you get your law degree? you answer an ad in the back of Rolling Stone?”
Got his undergraduate degree through the US Postal and JD at the Shack. Got to love Judge Sparks remarks.
Learned counsel is a proud graduate of the Close Cover Before Striking University of Studying Law at Home In Your Spare Time.
I swore that TCWSNBN was saying that he wanted this whole thing to be over with and that he would co-operate with the witches in anyway that they wanted. Was I mistaken? Because if not…why did he file a lawsuit?
Oh….right….gotta protect the yellow bracelet market/brand. Got it!
BTW~ OG I am hoping that no one from PETA catches wind of your photo, otherwise they will have some unshaven dingbat knocking on your door claiming that humor/sarcasm is not healthy for pets.
People Eating Tasty Animals? Buddy knows he’s safe there. Too stringy.
Sparks’ Armstrong ruling was good, but Herr Pelkey found an even better one:
Click to access Sparks-show-cause-order.pdf
Yeah, that is good, eh? Texas Monthly, Molly Ivins’ old outfit, has a couple more examples of judicial wit. Hizzoner is quite a character.