A Glibertarians Exclusive: Season of Ice III
Port Stronghold
As the sky outside the narrow windows were going dark, the innkeeper brought Mabinne her supper as promised – a thick stew of vegetables and the flesh of some bird or another, accompanied by a small bowl of nuts warmed in the oven and a bronze mug of coarse ale. Mabinne ate and drank, enjoying the best meal she had eaten since her capture.
She added some wood to the fireplace, then yawned hugely; she was exhausted. She looked at the bed, then at the nightgown; she was not yet willing to wear it, knowing how Hengist was liable to react if he returned and found her wearing it. Instead, she used the pot hanging on the fireplace to heat some water from the jug and basin with which the room was supplied. She undressed, washed from head to toe for the first time in days, combed out her long brown hair, put on one of the new tunics and leggings outfits Hengist had bought her, padded in bare feet to the bed and lay down.
Then a thought occurred to her. She got up again, picked up her Beretan clothes. The dress was badly soiled and torn; her old undergarments were not salvageable. The leather shoes were still serviceable – barely – but seemed unlikely footwear for the cold North. Bundling her old clothes and her old life up, she pitched the bundle into the fireplace, then lay back down. It was wonderful to finally be clean, in clean clothes; she relaxed completely for the first time since the Northman had broken into her farmhouse. Sleep came quickly.
It was pitch-dark in the room when she heard the key turn in the lock.
Mabinne sat up suddenly in the darkness. The door creaked open, slowly, and in staggered Hengist, more than a little unsteady. The strong odor of ale preceded him. He held a clearly empty flagon in one hand, a guttering candle-lamp in the other. Grunting, he closed the door behind him and slumped to the floor, back against the heavy door panel.
Mabinne looked at the big raider, so clearly drunk, but was surprised to see no threat in him. He looked somewhat downcast.
“Mabinne,” he said, “M’sweet. I’m… sorry. Sorry I dragged you into all this business. You seem a fine woman. Deserve better.”
“You could take me home,” she said softly.
“No,” Hengist shook his head vigorously. “Can’ do that. Wouldn’t do. Men would think ‘m goin’ soft, for one. Won’t follow a soft raid leader. And tha’s not all. Wan’ you stay with me. In time, maybe, you come to care for me, maybe jus’ a little.”
Doubtful, she thought, but said nothing.
Hengist set the candle on the floor. He looked up blearily at her, then around the room once. His head sagged. He snored.
Mabinne slowly, quietly, picked up the candle lamp. She looked once at the door, the big Northman snoring away in front of it, and the jacket he wore that surely contained the door’s key somewhere in a pocket.
Outside she could hear the bustle of Port Stronghold, even at the late hour – a strange city, a foreign city, where she knew no one, about which she knew nothing.
She shook her head. Turning back to the bed, she blew out the candle, wrapped up in one of the quilts and went peacefully to sleep.
She was wakened by the sound of the key in the lock. She stretched and yawned, sat up and looked around. Hengist was gone, but the round table bore a wooden platter holding a couple of skewers of meat, still steaming from the stove, and a mug of some aromatic tea. She got up, combed her hair out again, breakfasted – the tea seemed to contain some combination of sage leaves and juniper – and then, with nothing better to do, sat by one of the windows and watched the people on the street below.
Outside it looked to be a fine, sunny day. Mabinne was mildly surprised at the variety of people on the street below; not just the tall, fair Ikslunders but also short, swarthy Jutelanders, ruddy, black-haired Mondrians, even a couple of dark, curly-haired Ashlanders. Clearly the reputation of the great northern city as a center of trade had spread far.
The time wore on slowly. Midday was approaching by the time Mabinne heard the key turn in the lock again; she turned to see Hengist burst into the room, a broad grin on his face.
The big Ikslunder shook a huge leather purse at her. Mabinne heard the distinctive dull clink of gold coins, apparently a good many of them. Hengist laughed. “It’s been a fine, profitable summer, my sweet,” he said. Since the previous evening, “Sweet” seemed to have become his chosen name for her. “Trade hereabouts is brisk this year. Come, now, get on your traveling boots and gather up your things – here, I brought you a satchel for your new clothes.” He tossed her a heavy leather pack with a single strap. “My horses and wagon are out front. I’ve already bought provisions for the trip home. Pack up, and we’ll be off.”
The sight of Hengist’s transport lent some credence to his claims of being well-off. The horses were a fine matched pair of dapple-gray geldings, large, heavy-footed, and shaggy, as most of the northern horses seemed to be. The wagon was stout if not fancy, made of fine, close-grained wood, four-wheeled, with a heavy leather tarp stretched over wooden bows covering the cargo area and the bench where the driver and passenger were to sit.
As they climbed into the wagon, Hengist gestured at the beasts. “The one on the left, Toothbreaker, he’s a lively one; I have him saddle-broken as well as to the cart, but he’s feisty and can be difficult even for me. Buttercup, the fellow on the right, now he’s gentle as a sheep.” He gathered up the reins, shook them and clucked. The horses started off at a walk.
“Do you ride?” Hengist asked, gesturing at the horses.
“No,” Mabinne answered.
“I’ll teach you. You’ll enjoy it. Perhaps you’d enjoy a hunt in the fall. We hunt elk, bison, sometimes a mammoth. It’s very exciting.”
“I’m sure it is.” Hengist seemed oddly anxious to interest her in something. An odd man, that feels some need to please a slave, she reflected.
The sheer size of Port Stronghold, along with the many people on the streets, meant that it took most of the morning just to get to one of the city’s western gates. A farm girl by birth and inclination, Mabinne had trouble adjusting to the stench of a city and was glad to pass through the gates in the massive wall into the clean air of the countryside.
Hengist seemed content to let the afternoon pass in silence. Not long after leaving the city he handed the reins to Mabinne with a murmured “if you would, sweet, just for a moment.” He disappeared into the back of the wagon and returned bearing two small pies, with thick golden crusts and rich fillings of meat, gravy, and vegetables. He took the reins back and ate heartily – and silently.
Mabinne tried her pie and was surprised to find it delicious, savory, with just enough salt and some other, unidentifiable spice to add to the flavor of the meat without overwhelming it; she hadn’t expected culinary subtlety from Ikslund.
As the afternoon moved on towards evening, Mabinne began to grow nervous. Hengist remained uncharacteristically silent, but she noticed him watching her with a speculative air – and she hadn’t failed to notice the bundles of furs in the back of the covered wagon that clearly served as a bed.
Well, I suppose it must happen sometime. He’s made no bones about his intention.
She giggled suddenly at her own silent innuendo. Hengist looked at her with a raised eyebrow, but she just shook her head.
As the sun was growing low in the sky, Hengist pointed to a grassy meadow with a lone of trees along one edge. “There’s a creek there,” he said. “Good clean water nearby, level ground and a fire pit. Far enough from the road to be out of the dust. We’ll stay there tonight.”
“As you wish” Mabinne said in a low voice.
Building the fire and eating their evening meal – some kind of coarse, unleavened bread and cured pork – seemed to take only moments. And then, Hengist suddenly stood, still brushing crumbs from his beard, and motioned towards the wagon. “To bed, sweet,” he said, his tone gentle but still somehow conveying an order. “I want an early start tomorrow.”
Mabinne nodded. Hengist extended a hand to help her into the wagon, but she grasped the tailboard and climbed aboard herself. Hengist shrugged and followed.
Inside the covered portion of the wagon, it was already good and dark. Hengist removed his boots, so Mabinne did likewise.
Hengist spread out a rough pad made of coarse cloth that seemed to be stuffed with grass, then laid a spread made of wolf pelts over it. He lay down on it and pulled up another huge bison robe as a cover.
“Here, sweet,” he murmured, motioning at the space next to him.
There was nothing else for it. Before climbing into the wagon, Mabinne had gone into the trees on the pretext of making water before sleep; she had left loose the drawstring that held her leggings about her waist.
She lay down, her back to the Northman. Hengist drew the bison robe over them both, then moved close, an arm around Mabinne’s waist.
He lay still for a moment. Mabinne could feel part of him moving, at least; he was rising, growing hard against her backside.
With a silent sigh, she pulled her leggings off, arched her back against Hengist and opened her legs to allow him.
Hengist entered her slowly from behind, thrusting slowly at first, then more rapidly; he reached under her tunic to fondle her breasts.
Tolerate it, Mabinne told herself. My own husband even used to… no, no! Don’t think of him. Not now.
Hengist seemed to go on forever, but finally he shuddered and came.
“You see, my sweet,” he breathed into her ear. “Not so bad. You’ll grow to enjoy me as I do you, I’m sure of it.” He rolled onto his back and quickly began to snore.
Mabinne wiped herself with a rag that lay in the wagon, replaced her leggings, and rolled over to sleep. The big Northman hadn’t kindled even a spark of feeling in her. She hadn’t expected he would.
A fine installment!
Good reading, a bit more romance. I’m glad they got out of the city, looking forward to the homestead.
Thanks, now to wait a week
Poor Hengist – trying to please a woman.
He kind of got off to a bad start.
Excellent chapter. You do great descriptions!
The big Northman hadn’t kindled even a spark of feeling in her.
Still, he got laid, so…
Still rooting for the Full Elsa, personally.
Freeze his nuts and tap them with a tiny hammer?
Full on blizzard for him and his whole raiding and raping tribe.
Joe is promising more gun control after the midterms. This time you’ll only be allowed “eight bullets in a round.”
So 000 buckshot?
Well, we know Joe is a shotgun aficionado, probably shoots a lot of crap.
Ooookaaaay.
He also repeated his “Correctly Attributed” lie about AR-15 bullets traveling 5 times faster than “normal” bullets.
Might be five times faster than my air rifle, but that fires pellets, not bullets.
*looks longingly at transferable M-16A1 at local arms dealer*
They should all be transferrable repeal the NFA and it’s successors.
Oh if only that were the case. I would not be looking at 40-year-old M16s. I would be machining out my own select-fire trigger packs.
Got the full-auto thing out of my system while in the National Guard (fired way more machine guns there than in the Marines). Now I look at ammo prices and shudder at the thought of full-auto.
“The guys doing these mass killings, they have magazines, they call them, that can hold up to 100 bullets in it. That’s just like having an automatic weapon, which we’re not allowed to have by the way, supposedly.”
Having more rounds means you can fire those rounds faster. It is known. SMDH.
Pretty sure that doesn’t comport with the reasoning in the Bruen decision.
If some shitlording reporter had asked him how this proposed legislation was constitutional underBruen, we would have seen a Windows BSOD projected backwards in Joe’s eyeballs.
He would have claimed that it was due to some constitutional amendment that he signed into law. An amendment that he personally got passed by a vote or two.
‘Biden flubbed a statement about his student loan relief plan, claiming it “passed by a vote or two.” His forgiveness plan was an executive decision that did not go through Congress.’
Maybe he’s exactly correct and the cabal that runs the white house uses a voting system.
Also a pretty bold strategy to push further unconstitutional limits on people’s ability to defend themselves in the face rising violent crime.
Let’s see how that works out for them.
Eight bullets a round, that’s going to produce quite a kick. Might be impossible to hold on to.
Whenever I see these huge errors in nomenclature among the anti-self-defense crowd, I always get worried. I suspect that they do it tactically, to distract the autistic pro-gun types (like myself) with some, “Hurr hurr liberals r teh dumb!!”
Maybe there really is a need for the draft.
“This is my rifle, this is my gun”
I was stunned at how many of the city kids in boot camp had absolutely no experience handling firearms or shooting.
Or had no skills at anything.
I remember being put on every Motor T working party because I knew how to check oil and change tires.
That was my first lesson in the Marines that the only real reward for being good at something is more work.
I had none but listened intently and was a better shot than most of the redneck boys.
The Marines taught everyone to shoot well. They were good at that.
It was just such a cultural weirdness that they had never done anything with guns. It was so different from the way that I grew up. Even they guys that didn’t hunt still learned how to handle a gun and shoot a bit.
One of the things I really liked about the Marines was meeting people from such different backgrounds. It made you think about what you had learned growing up.
Agreed to all points. I was slightly shunned because I was a city boy when it came to firearms training.
I believe that marksmanship and self defense should be taught in school, just like P.E. Why is it not? Is being able to jog around a gyn for 30 minutes a skill you need in life as much as understanding gun safety, marksmanship and the principals of self-defense?
jog around a gyn
So your school was so underfunded they had to combine PE and Health classes?
p.s. Agree totally that all kids should learn how to safely handle a firearm.
Someday the Lord will just come take my thumbs away. Then an orphan will type for me and the spelling will improve dramatically.
My son went to my club’s Friday night kids’ .22 rifle classes for years. He’s a pretty good shot now. Didn’t look much different than this.
The Altar Girl went to firearm safety classes with a boy from a family that we hung out with.
Everything went well until she shot his pants off during the field training day when they all got to shoot .22 on the range. He didn’t take it well.
Really no shame in it. The girl can shoot very well. I always regret that she had no interest in hunting. She would have been pretty good at it.
A girl a few years older than my kid was getting full-ride college offers to be on their shooting teams.
HAWT
This girl if from my hometown: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_VQtnn_tYs
A former coworker grew up in MA. I can’t remember the town, but it was in eastern MA. He would have been in high school in the 70s. There was a rifle team at his old high school. He was a member.
MIRV bullets for all!
So I get a multi-bullet round similar to a multi-warhead nuke?
He also said AR-15 rifles are made for one thing, “to kill people,” and said he can “find no rational reason why ‘assault weapons’ should be sold, period.”
1. Wrong.
2. 2A applies to “arms”, i.e. instruments intended for fighting.
I’m guessing 99% of gun owners devoutly hope they never need to kill someone.
You can only fire 8 bullets between drinks?
I’m thinking that in this brutal world, rape isn’t viewed as horrifically as we view it. However, she did vow to never forgive him for killing her husband.
Whoopi: “We may not like when Republicans win, but we don’t go and we don’t storm”
Ted Cruz: “Did I miss an entire year of Antifa riots where cities across this country were burning…”
Whoopi: “That wasn’t rape rape.”
Now that is a mendacious cunt.
She’s willfully ignorant.
On the whole, I agree. But when she said she didn’t know what “antifa riots” were, she was lying through her teeth.
I don’t know why Cruz would waste his time engaging them.
Beat me to it. It’ll take 12 more Babylon Bee video appearances to wash the stink of The View off of him. I respect him going there. But it achieved nothing.
Exactly, it’s not like you can make many points with 5 harpies shrieking at you.
How long will it take to get Cruz stank off of the Bee?
He’s showing his own constituency how nuts the left is.
He’s not trying to win liberal voters.
I like it. There should be a lot more engagement by politicians outside of their own echo chamber.
👆👆
It’s a losing proposition for the left because they might face uncomfortable questions that the media never asks them, but for the better informed part of the right, they can’t lose. Their base will eat it up and who are they going to lose on the left?
But no edited interviews. Period.
It has to be live.
Agreed with that, absolutely. But talking to that group is like throwing yourself to the mercy of 10 year old bullies. No reasoning to have. Remember Candace Owens?
I think you have to look beyond the harpies on the stage. The View isn’t about those 4 or 5 hosts. It’s about the millions of Americans that are in political lockstep with the hosts and regularly watch the View. It would be both asinine and short-sighted of any politician to simply write off those millions of viewers. That attitude is the same as Hilary Clinton’s basket of deplorables comment. Politicians should engage with the other side and tell them why they are wrong. It’s also why I think Tulsi is full of shit and is a snake that can’t be trusted. Her latest turnaround is empty talking points without any mea culpas or engagement.
But I am not a politician. I don’t have to engage with the other side and can gladly write them off. I think that there are millions of The View watchers and supporters speaks far more about the state of our country than that show’s hosts do. On this much, I agree with JI’s top man fallacy. Look beyond The View’s hosts to those American citizens propping them up.
I am always surprised whenever I’m reminded that show is still on the air.
But then I remember that the financing structure of the television industry has been tweaked over the years to try to weasel out of the importance of maintaining viewership for as long as they could get away with it.
I thought with all the cord cutting reducing the automatic network payments for the unviewed channels these shows would start to wither naturally. I guess it takes bankruptsy and being bought out by someone interested in profits to get a purge.
Yes. More discourse is always better, even if it appears to be a waste of time. While he certainly didn’t change any minds, I bet he planted a tiny little seed of doubt in some minds. Death by a thousand truths.
The thing is, Ted Cruz also sucks.
Forget about the antifa riots. What about the riots at Trump’s inauguration?
And all those protesters that were arrested were only freed from solitary confinement when Joe Biden pardoned them on the first day of his presidency.
Only the right is violent. Also…
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-11349203/Marco-Rubio-says-canvasser-wearing-t-shirt-DeSantis-hat-ATTACKED.html
His name is Christopher Monzon. He was hospitalized with a fractured skull, broken eye sockets, and will require multiple surgeries.
Jesus. I hope it’s not all there is too the story.
One little thing at the end reminds me: did we ever find the supreme court leaker?
Whoopi: “We may not like when Republicans win, but we don’t go and we don’t storm”
Ted Cruz: “Did I miss an entire year of Antifa riots where cities across this country were burning…”
Whoopi: “I don’t know what an Antifa riot is.”
Also, there was that leftist riot at Trumps inauguration.
Let’s not forget the actual riots, looting and arson in DC when Trump was inaugurated. For which, as far as I know, nobody went to jail.
Scroll before commenting, R C. Scroll before commenting.
The Late P Brooks on October 24, 2022 at 10:13 am
I just had an inspiration. Any time protestors glue or chain themselves to something, some entrepreneur should show up with a “caning booth” and charge a per-whack fee for passers-by to give them a swat with something thin and whippy like a carbon fiber fly rod.
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I say just grab them and haul them out. If their skin tears because of the glue, well, shoulda thought that through, sparky.
Don’t forget to bill them for cleanup – including the blood alongside the glue and whatever they splashed on the valuable items.
Just leave them glued, take more glue every 6 hours, repeat as necessary
Make sure they stay glued to the wall until they shit themselves. Then handcuff them and leave them sitting in their own shit for a couple of hours.
The thing is, superglue is for pussies. Construction adhesive, now, that shit won’t just take off a layer of skin. You’d probably leave some meat behind.
Great story so far, Animal.
Eventually there’s going to be a reckoning for the murder of her husband and the first brutal rape, if she can get the collar off.
That’s the ending I’m rooting for.
And a hearty ‘fuck off slaver’ as she blasts them all away.
He also repeated his “Correctly Attributed” lie about AR-15 bullets traveling 5 times faster than “normal” bullets.
.45acp ~850fps
True. Totally apples to apples comparison.
Still off by about 1,000fps.
The correct answer here isn’t ‘True’ or ‘False,’ it’s, ‘Who gives a fuck?’
My 1000RR is about five times faster than my mountain bike, and that fact has about as much relevance to the topic.
This time you’ll only be allowed “eight bullets in a round.”
Maybe he’s talking about pepperboxes
That’s right, Jack, the Romans used to carry those peppers around and scared a bunch of people, until Corn Pop and me had a little talk, with a pool chain doing most of the talking, if you get my drift, pal. But even the Romans didn’t use more than eight bullets per round, no sir, that’s for national defense, defending the people and the, you know, the thing we all live in, at least until we get the F-15’s and then BLAMMO it’s all over, pal! But I didn’t need to do that with Corn Pop, no siree, I just looked him in the eye and we both knew he wasn’t going to use that pepper on me. And then we went for ice cream with all the little hair pulling kids tagging along and it was great… which reminds me, Jill, is it time for ice cream yet? I want my ice cream now, and don’t forget the presidential sprinkles this time.
NOBODY NEEDS 100 KINDS OF PEPPERS
Am I the only one not impressed by cars like this?
Once you put a new engine in it, you have removed the soul and might as well have a new Camaro.
At car shows, everyone goes gaga for this type of restoration, they lose me when I see the engine.
I never cared for the 70s Camaros or Firebirds. I prefer the styling of the late 60s.
They lost me when it wasn’t a gold Firebird. Rockford never drove a black Firebird!
In one sense, Jim Rockford was my first driving instructor. And I can execute a perfect Rockford in most any RWD car.
For multiple reasons you are correct. These projects are never as well sorted as they say they are in the ad either. Be it steering, AC or brakes (I had a customer with a 500+ cubic inch big block Camaro on an eBay purchase and 4 wheel drum brakes), something is always ‘off’ on resto-mod cars and they somehow seem even less driveable then if they had just done a straight restoration. I’m sure someone, somewhere has done one right and it’s close to reliable, but I have yet to see one.
No Shame. Happens to everyone.
1 in 10 Americans over 65 have dementia, study finds
Even the president has lost his marbles.
See, he’s a regular guy just like the rest of us.
“Brain equity?” Seriously?
‘who are racialized as white’
*Eye twitches*
Once they can’t improve outcomes for blacks and Hispanics, when can we expect the handicapper general to be enthroned?
At car shows, everyone goes gaga for this type of restoration, they lose me when I see the engine.
I don’t know. The LS has greatly reduced parasitic drag (for lack of a better term off the top of my head), better breathing and higher horsepower per cubic inch than the old stuff.
I could do without the astronomically expensive off-the-shelf Holley engine management system everybody slaps on them.
I understand that, but if that’s really what you are looking for then why not buy a new one?
The old ones are cool because they are big and dumb.
Because the old ones look better.
I’d love to have an MGB-GT, but not so much that I’d put up with the factory powerplant…
Triumph GT-6 is a fantastic car.
289 Ford for that one.
I don’t really understand your complaint, sometimes parts need replaced and sometimes the entire engine does.
I like an old car to have the proper engine.
Running a new engine with fuel injection is boring to me.
I’m not a car guy Ron, but I see where you’re coming from. It isn’t the same car anymore. Definitely loses some historical flavor.
I like a good restomod, but it means the whole drivetrain, suspension and brakes need replacing. Ideally, you can’t tell by looking, but you can damn sure tell by driving. With a half century of engineering, new cars drive much better than old cars.
I also like me a pure restoration, as well. Let a thousand horsepower bloom, I say!
It is 64F and raining. The leaves are orange and red and falling in the street. Time to crank up the Christmas carols.
*Looks at date*
You’re a monster. (jk)
Had me agreeing right up until that last moment.
My husband agrees with you both.
Autumn is my favorite season. Christmas doesn’t happen until after Thanksgiving. I truly hate seeing Christmas shit in the stores before Halloween.
Yup. Fucking ridiculous.
Same.
One woman at work has Christmas lights and decor plastered all over her cubicle already. I love Christmas… But not until December.
Autumn is also my favorite season. I even made a wreath, but I cannot resist putting on the music. My husband just says, “As long as I can’t hear it…”
This year, with my mom and her sisters so old and enfeebled, they can no longer host Thanksgiving, which is sad. I can’t host it because my house has nowhere to put furniture to seat more than 2 people. We are hitting up Cracker Barrel this year, and honestly, I couldn’t be happier about it. I will whip up my own Tday with my husband and kid (pre-roasted turkey breast, box spuds, jar gravy, box stuffing, canned jellied cranberry sauce, etc), and canned green beans’n’bacon the day after. I will make pies. My kid loves pumpkin pie.* All convenient, but with leftovers.
*Which reminds me, I need to make some for her for breakfast. She loves having pumpkin pie for breakfast. I used to do that every fall, make a bunch of pies so they’d have breakfast ready.
Two places here had Christmas stuff in just before Labor Day…
Pikers. Hobby Lobby was putting it out in July. In their defense, it takes time to craft Christmas crafts.
I had a friend bitch to me about HL having Christmas stuff a month or two ago. I asked him how quickly he thought he could cross stich five Christmas stockings.
EGGSZACKLY!
I don’t care about Halloween, and I love Christmas music, but I refuse to give Thanksgiving songs short shrift by skipping over them and not giving them their seasonal “airtime.” https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6V3zMCfa2II
No.
No.
There is no such thing as Thanksgiving Songs!
I don’t want More holiday noise being pumped into the speakers!
*runs off screaming*
OK, it’s a hymn. Does that make it any better?
Well, not really, it’s close to a synonym, and now I’ve got the Battle Hymn of the Republic stuck in my head…
You’re welcome! 😁
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QwaxNPY5nIY
Here’s my childhood Christmas playlist that I break out about this time of year.
I do miss the classics and hymns and very tired of Santa Baby
I have a similar list. Though, not as extensive and definitely weighted a little heavier to older caroles.
Organ & Chimes by Robert Rheims
That was a Columbia House collection that we played all the time. It took me a long time to recrate that whole thing, which I failed to do and bought it here.
Also from that website are a bunch of Firestone collections that I’m interested in.
High 50s. Thunderstorm. Leaves mostly changed and about half have dropped.
I say listen to what you want and when you want. Hell, celebrate it when you want.
Just for Mojeaux.
Also just for Mojeaux
Aw, you DO love me!
And for you.
Good installment, thanks Animal!
I enjoyed it too! Thank you Animal!
To be honest, I’d rather see one of those cars with an LS than one of those goddam 502 crate motors which were so popular a while back. Fucking dump truck motors.
Yeah, so let me tell you about the environmental impact of your EV/hybrid…
It really is a religious cult of fanatics.
They truly have become Nazis. They do terrible things to other people and feel completely justified as though they are the moral leaders.
Just wait until someone bludgeons one of them with a tire iron.
Someone is gonna beat one of these little fuckers to death and then we’ll hear “far-right violence is on the rise”.
until then you will continue to suffer the consequences.
You will suffer consequences if I catch your soy-tard, noodle-armed ass touching my car.
Damn straight. You puncture my tire and I’ll puncture your ass like Gadaffi.
I understand that, but if that’s really what you are looking for then why not buy a new one?
The old ones are cool because they are big and dumb.
And SIMPLE. Even with an LS.
I’ve been watching FJs and Internationals. Gotta admit, having modern stuff in a cool old beast is appealing.
Drum brakes suck.
I guess it is just me.
I can see upgrading the brakes, but once you put a modern engine in, it loses its charm.
Finding original part for an International Harvester engine is like hunting for the holy grail. Very understandable to swap it out.
A friend has a beautiful Scout that has been sitting awaiting a couple parts. I think an engine swap may be in its future!
I know I’m in the minority, but a 350 crate engine or an LS would be boring as hell.
A 12 valve cummins or one of these might be cool.
Ooooh. That would be cool!
I don’t drop crate engines into cars (because I’m just busy driving the one I have which is modern enough), but:
1) One of the favorite cars I ever had the joy of riding in was a ’72 Monte Carlo my dad dropped a ‘Vette engine of some vintage in. It was big enough to take such a V8, and it was a fantastic car (I’m pretty sure he changed the transmission and the rear differential, but I didn’t ask for an invoice at the time.. 😉 ). So I’m fine with the concept.
2) Having fought the timing, vaccuum advance and carb settings on an ’80 Monte Carlo WAY too many times, I’m perfectly fine with a moderately computer controlled, sensors to tell you where problems are, fuel injected set up. I don’t want a full Core2Duo running things, but some of the modern stuff (well, modern as of 20 years back is probably good… it seems the sweet spot before getting too microprocessor happy) has benefits.
Just my $40 (inflation).
My first car was a 69 Camaro. I loved it.
My favorite car ever is the 350 Z that I have had for 16 years.
I would never trade the A for that old Camaro or any of the new ones either for that matter.
I’d love to have an MGB-GT, but not so much that I’d put up with the factory powerplant…
A modern two liter twin cam whatever with a five speed would be bitchin.
Yes! You understand!
The correct answer here isn’t ‘True’ or ‘False,’ it’s, ‘Who gives a fuck?’
My 1000RR is about five times faster than my mountain bike, and that fact has about as much relevance to the topic.
Thompson vs AR15!
Gotta admit, having modern stuff in a cool old beast is appealing.
Originality is vastly overrated. There’s no reason not to make your fifty year old car better than when it left the factory.
If I get my ’73 Charger back, it will keep the 440 with the 4 barrel carb, not stock by any means, but it will be mated to a tremec 5 speed.
I don’t think you have to stay stock, but at a certain point it’s no longer the car it looks like it is.
I guess here’s the question – what defines the car?
To me, if it’s a classic muscle car, it should have the classic muscle car type engine.
Once you put a modern engine and transmission with A/C, you might as well have the modern equivalent.
A shot across the bow to China. Like a bad C spy movie, it had double agents! So question is why now? Why all of a sudden admit China has been engaged in political and corporate espionage?
What do you mean, all the sudden?
This deputy lady just said ‘for Team America’….they seriously operate the agencies as movie scripts.
AMERICA!
So was she a dick, a pussy, or an asshole?
Why not all three?
Surgery for that will soon be covered in our national healthcare.
There were people who hadn’t admitted it before now?
I figured the current admin wasnt…maybe I wasn’t following close enough cause it has been Russia! Russia! Russia!
Lol. Press trying to tie Mar-a-lago to this announcement.
I can see upgrading the brakes, but once you put a modern engine in, it loses its charm.
I understand what you’re saying.
Other things piss me off more. Like when I see a “restomod” ’68 Camaro with 20″ wheels.
*I have seen this in real life.
The Firebird I linked has 18″ wheels, those are bad enough.
I have seen that too much. I am a big fan f modern brakes, better than factory suspension mods, and modern electronic ignition as opposed to distributors. Giant wheels, 300 Lb stereos and neon under-lighting irritate me.
“NOW GET OFF MY LAWN!”
Thanks again, Animal. I have no idea where this is going (revenge? reconciliation?) and uncertainty makes the journey most enjoyable.
Since I’m now 2.5 score, the doc recommends that I get a pneumonia vax as well as the Shingrix shingles vax. I’m curious to hear opinions from those of you who may have looked into these.
I’ve had pneumonia vax (I have asthma, DR recommended). Have not had shingle vax. DR is not impressed with them yet.
I forget was childhood chicken pox a higher or lower risk factor for shingles?
Shingle virus is the chicken pox virus.
I know. The question was, were you at a higher risk having not run into it early, and thus it’s a novel virus to the immune system? or at a higher risk because it was lingering in the system all those years and more likely to sprout?
Sorry. Multi-tasking on a call.
You get chicken pox and recover. The virus goes dormant. It does not go away.
When you get old, the virus comes back as shingles.
So childhood exposure I believe is necessary.
Ah, yes that i a good point. I never had it. I had the mumps instead.
So, if you first get exposed as an adult, do you just get Chicken Pox?
“red” measles, mumps, chicken pox. never had “german” measles (rubella).
Yes. My brother in law got it when he was fifty-something. Straight up chicken pox.
Don’t know Unciv.
I had chicken pox as a youth. So all my investigations have been relevant to me.
I’ve had chicken pox. My husband hadn’t. He got shingles. Twice. I haven’t. I see no reason to tempt my dormant virus into manifesting itself, because with my luck, that’s what would happen.
What R.J. said. The Rev. GT got chicken pox as an adult – caught it from one of the kids at church. He was pretty doggone miserable.
From what I recall, chicken pox is pretty benign for kids but terrible for adults.
People still held chicken pox parties when my kids were growing up.
My mom was glad my brother and I got it at the same time.
I was 10 and he was 8.
I might get the shingles vax, but the last 2 years have soured me on that kind of thing.
But a friend of mine got it and she was miserable, so I’m not sure.
From what I recall, chicken pox is pretty benign for kids but terrible for adults.
Correct. A relative by marriage didn’t get chicken pox as a kid, but got it as an adult. She had a horrible time.
I had chicken pox when I was young, as most folks do. Also, I had a shingles outbreak in my early teens. It was unpleasant. However, I will not get the shingles vax. If I have another outbreak, it will suck but life will go on.
Same with pneumonia. Having it sucked but it can be treated. No pneumonia vax for me.
Can confirm. My dad got it when we did as kids. Was not pleasant for him.
I have asthma also, so probably a good idea. I can’t remember if I had CPox as a kid or not. Can’t ask Mom. Hopefully Dad remembers.
Pass. No more poisons for me unless I have to travel to deepest darkest Africa or something.
Pass I need to keep my RE & ME valid.
My wife and I got the Shingles vax about 4 years ago after it put my uncle on his death-bed. I recall feeling tired for a day or two, that’s it.
My mom actually got shingles. It sucks. If the vaccine actually does prevent it, that is well worth it. I have not researched the subject nor taken the shot yet.
When I turned 60, the DR said that just as many people got shingles with the vax as with not. He believed the vaccine caused as many cases as it prevented.
Last year, he said the vaccines were getting, so I should consider it in the next couple of years.
That’s a no from me, dawg.
Haven’t had the vax but I’ve had shingles and it sucked. Bigly.
Sorry, I haven’t seen a doctor since I was 17. And given the last couple of years, I’m not feeling any urge to change that.
I got the shingles shot sometime in the last couple of years in two doses a week or two apart. I don’t remember experiencing any side effects. I’m way more scared of shingles than I am of the ‘VID.
Obviously no one needs a shingles vaccine because natural immunity is the bestest.
I got shingles 20 years ago, and aside from a mild rash, there were no other bad symptoms (skin irritation, etc.). But it can come back later even stronger, so I got the vaccine, too, a few years ago.
Reminds me, I had Cpox over Thanksgiving in 1963, when I was 8. You might remember what happened then. Sitting around the house watching TV for 4 days was supposed to be fun, but it was wall-to-wall Kennedy assassination programing instead of the usual cartoons and such.
So, 2ish years older than me.
I’ve had pneumonia X2, ain’t no way no how that me or the missus wants an annual shot for anything. I’ve known the shingles people, that’s a different story although again no vaccines in the future for that. Every kid has had chicken pops, as my kids called it.
Yeah, I read on Mayo that 99% of Americans born before 1980 have had it. I was also reading the side effects. Yikes.
‘The big Northman hadn’t kindled even a spark of feeling in her. She hadn’t expected he would.’
Got him.
STEVE SMITH KINDLE SPARK!
…OR IS THAT HAS BURNING WOOD? EITHER WAY, HOT!
CRYPTID FRICTION GENERATE SPARK AND FIRE FROM CAMPER’S BOOTY!
To me, if it’s a classic muscle car, it should have the classic muscle car type engine.
’66 Mustand fastback with a four cam Coyote, FTW!
*sticks tongue it*
I’m right though.
Okay. I’m going to reach in my drawer and get the participation medals. Nobody is wrong, everybody hug and go to the lunchroom.
There is now a college level course on Nicki Minaj.
https://www.zerohedge.com/political/uc-berkeley-offer-course-nicki-minaj
A deep dive into what an anaconda represents?
Madonna is a far more worthy subject than Nicki Minaj.
Follow up to the latest drag Queen story time
https://kval.com/news/local/tensions-erupt-between-protesters-in-eugene-after-word-spread-of-drag-show-involving-child#
50 protestors and 300 supporters of grooming and child genital mutilation. And the bar says they’re going to continue to hold such events. MIA: state liquor agency that goes medieval into any other licensed establishment allowing children on premises.
That’s a good point. Must be some law allowing minors on premises.
I’ve taken my son to bars, never heard anything against it so long as they’re with their parents.
Now it’s 46F and I’m thinking about making lasagna.
I had chili and cornbread in the rain and cold today.
Two excellent choices.
I am now paralyzed.