For Free Ukraine!

Russian Bear: "They are acting like animals - why are they so dissatisfied?
Little Animals:  "Freedom!  Independence!"

The Problem With Extra-Large Fashion

Statue to the Unknown Stripper

A few days ago, Bilbo had an essay on who should rate a statue or some other kind of honor.  While politicians (oops, statesmen!), military figures, and allegorical figures are often publicly honored, some communities have unique statues.

Metropolis, Illinois has a statue honoring the Man of Steel. 
Yes, Superman.

Enterprise, Alabama has a statue of a boll weevil.

Dublin, Ireland has a statue of a character from a song, sweet Molly Malone, which wags call "the Tart with the Cart."

And Lviv, Ukraine has a statue of Ritter Leopold von Sacher-Masoch.

I conceive of a bronze monument to a stripper to be displayed just off Exit 7 near Ardmore, TN.  She would be doing an intricate pole dance.  Who knows?  It may become the premier sculpture of southern Tennessee.

Happy Valentine's Day

Have a most Happy Valentine's Day with someone you love.

I hope you get sweeter sentiments than this one, and with a better rhyme:

Pompey's Pillar

Pompey's Pillar is located in south central Montana, not far from Billings.  It's notable in part because of graffito left by a early visitor.  William Clark, co-leader of the Lewis and Clark Expedition, carved his name and the date 1806 on the monument.  This is the only physical evidence remaining to localize where their expedition had visited.

Others have left their graffito, but none as famous as him.

Pro-Bush Liberals

Apparently the political spectrum is more complicated than originally thought.  Here's an article from the left-leaning New Republic to illustrate this. 

Will the National Review come out with an anti-bush position?  Like Daddy Ward, being conservatives, they tend to be hard on the Beav and prefer shorter hair.

"The truth is seldom pure and never simple."

                             ---Oscar Wilde

More Than One Blue Swim Suit

Here's a little slightly embarrassing moment from my misspent youth.
 
A group of us were doing Spring Break down on the Gulf Coast near Panama City, and we were swimming near darkness in deep water, cavorting around.  Just on a lark I decided to give my boyfriend a little squeeze, so I gave him one after sneaking up on him underwater from behind.  No problem, I thought, despite my approach from behind and underwater: he's the one wearing the blue swim suit.   This was intended as a hint of what could occur later on tonight.

My total bad!  I thought it was my boyfriend that I gave this little squeeze to, but it was someone else.


More to the point, he was not wearing an athletic supporter.


The other guy gave me sly looks for the rest of the evening.
But, I figure, what harm was done?