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Maggie’s Motivational Pic Thread v2.0 - - New Rules - See Post #1
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Zorros and PDXGS...
One of life's great quests...
Best breakfast burrito (and coffee) was heading into Caldera just past Los Alamos on a Rt. 66 motorcycle trip with a buddy in October 2008. Crisp morning in the mountains and there is a breakfast truck beside the road. A couple of breakfast burritos and some fancy frothy coffee on about a 45 degree morning in the New Mexico Mountains. May not have been the best breakfast burrito in the world. But the location and coffee sure made it seem like the best!
Cheers,
Sirhr
I hear ya’ completely time and place and friends are part of the ingredients for a great meal and time.
ESPN dis of the former Chicago resident
BORDERLAND BEAT: 1215 - 1260 AD
There is no such thing as "peaceful" globalism. Globalism usually involves subjugation, terror, the wholesale elimination of those who still follow their own customs and traditions, and the constant threat of repeat mass slaughter to ensure that the citizen populations do not get out of line again.
After the conquest and sacking of the Chinese Jin and Southern Song Dynasties, the unstoppable Mongol juggernaut of Genghis Khan, reinforced with Chinese conscripts and equipped with cannons and rockets loaded with explosive warheads roll westward across Central Asia and the Middle East. Within a decade, cities from Baghdad in the south to Kiev in the north would be laid to waste and millions of inhabitants massacred, their decapitated bodies arranged in piles higher than the walls of the cities from which they had been taken from.
BORDERLAND BEAT: 1346 AD: PESTILENCE
It has been 100 years now since the combined Chinese and Mongol armies had forged an empire that stretched from Seoul in the east to Vienna in the west. From the central heartland of the Mongol empire's power, China, a young peasant turned warrior named Zhu Yuanzhang had rallied thousands of other fighting men fed up with Mongol overlordship and is beginning to dismantle the seat of Mongol rule, one bloody battle after another. From the mouths of thirsty travelers on the desert roads of the Takla Makan to the terrified ears of listeners in the west flowed forth the tales of mighty engagements where hundreds of massive steel tubes mounted on wheeled carriages were lined up facing each other across vast fields, belching fire and thunder. Where the tubes were pointed at, huge explosions pulverized armored men, horses, and defensive walls into powder and unidentifiable pieces of gore and mud. As the Mongol empire began to unravel in the east, the vast network of international trade established by the Great Khan was flourishing more than ever. Trains of wagons across mountain and desert roads brought populations, spices, stories, and textiles into contact with each other. Muslim merchants in the Fertile Crescent established new avenues of trade into what was formerly only known as the "Dark Continent", bringing back strange animals and plants that people had never seen previously as well as a healthy supply of nubile and ebony skinned women which quickly became the beloved prizes of shahs and sultans up and down the Fertile Crescent. Along these new roads of global travel and commerce, a tiny and invisible passenger also hitched a ride with caravans emerging from the lush rainforests of the heartland of this dark continent...
The world became aware of just how terrible this invisible guest was in the early months of 1347, when news of a Mongol army besieging the Norman trading port of Kaffa on the Black Sea reached continental Europe. Along with the usual tales of slaughter and burning, the reports of this latest military conflict soon became unlike any anyone has ever known. Midway into the siege, it seemed like the hand of God Himself had come down from the sky to bring salvation to the desperate defenders of Kaffa. The fearsome, ironclad Asiatic hordes laying waste to the city were suddenly wiped out by an unknown miasma which left thousands of perfectly healthy men dead, their bodies covered with black and leaking sores, dark and foul smelling blood oozing from every orifice on their bloated bodies. Excursion parties sent out from Kaffa to survey the enemy positions found entire camps inhabited only by rotting corpses still clad in their armor, their great wagon mounted siege engines which formerly produced lightning, thunder, and clouds of brimstone now silent, unmanned. The defenders' initial joy and relief soon turned into dread when their own numbers began to fall from the unknown and invisible miasma. First came fever and raging thirst, followed by painful and discolored swelling all across the body, which soon burst, emitting blood and putrid brown pus. Any healthy person who even conversed with or approached the stricken to do them a deed of comfort soon befell with the same slow and agonizing fate. The lucky ones succumbed to delirium before the miasma consumed their bodies in the final stages. Knowing the worst is yet to come, many of Kaffa's wealthy merchant guildsmen and bishops hastily boarded their ships and left the doomed city to decompose behind them. The ships were headed back to their home base in Sicily, where harvests and weather had never been as optimal as ever experienced by it's inhabitants. Unbeknownst to the refugees, something else was traveling with them, unseen, and unstoppable...
There is no such thing as "peaceful" globalism. Globalism usually involves subjugation, terror, the wholesale elimination of those who still follow their own customs and traditions, and the constant threat of repeat mass slaughter to ensure that the citizen populations do not get out of line again.
After the conquest and sacking of the Chinese Jin and Southern Song Dynasties, the unstoppable Mongol juggernaut of Genghis Khan, reinforced with Chinese conscripts and equipped with cannons and rockets loaded with explosive warheads roll westward across Central Asia and the Middle East. Within a decade, cities from Baghdad in the south to Kiev in the north would be laid to waste and millions of inhabitants massacred, their decapitated bodies arranged in piles higher than the walls of the cities from which they had been taken from.
BORDERLAND BEAT: 1346 AD: PESTILENCE
It has been 100 years now since the combined Chinese and Mongol armies had forged an empire that stretched from Seoul in the east to Vienna in the west. From the central heartland of the Mongol empire's power, China, a young peasant turned warrior named Zhu Yuanzhang had rallied thousands of other fighting men fed up with Mongol overlordship and is beginning to dismantle the seat of Mongol rule, one bloody battle after another. From the mouths of thirsty travelers on the desert roads of the Takla Makan to the terrified ears of listeners in the west flowed forth the tales of mighty engagements where hundreds of massive steel tubes mounted on wheeled carriages were lined up facing each other across vast fields, belching fire and thunder. Where the tubes were pointed at, huge explosions pulverized armored men, horses, and defensive walls into powder and unidentifiable pieces of gore and mud. As the Mongol empire began to unravel in the east, the vast network of international trade established by the Great Khan was flourishing more than ever. Trains of wagons across mountain and desert roads brought populations, spices, stories, and textiles into contact with each other. Muslim merchants in the Fertile Crescent established new avenues of trade into what was formerly only known as the "Dark Continent", bringing back strange animals and plants that people had never seen previously as well as a healthy supply of nubile and ebony skinned women which quickly became the beloved prizes of shahs and sultans up and down the Fertile Crescent. Along these new roads of global travel and commerce, a tiny and invisible passenger also hitched a ride with caravans emerging from the lush rainforests of the heartland of this dark continent...
The world became aware of just how terrible this invisible guest was in the early months of 1347, when news of a Mongol army besieging the Norman trading port of Kaffa on the Black Sea reached continental Europe. Along with the usual tales of slaughter and burning, the reports of this latest military conflict soon became unlike any anyone has ever known. Midway into the siege, it seemed like the hand of God Himself had come down from the sky to bring salvation to the desperate defenders of Kaffa. The fearsome, ironclad Asiatic hordes laying waste to the city were suddenly wiped out by an unknown miasma which left thousands of perfectly healthy men dead, their bodies covered with black and leaking sores, dark and foul smelling blood oozing from every orifice on their bloated bodies. Excursion parties sent out from Kaffa to survey the enemy positions found entire camps inhabited only by rotting corpses still clad in their armor, their great wagon mounted siege engines which formerly produced lightning, thunder, and clouds of brimstone now silent, unmanned. The defenders' initial joy and relief soon turned into dread when their own numbers began to fall from the unknown and invisible miasma. First came fever and raging thirst, followed by painful and discolored swelling all across the body, which soon burst, emitting blood and putrid brown pus. Any healthy person who even conversed with or approached the stricken to do them a deed of comfort soon befell with the same slow and agonizing fate. The lucky ones succumbed to delirium before the miasma consumed their bodies in the final stages. Knowing the worst is yet to come, many of Kaffa's wealthy merchant guildsmen and bishops hastily boarded their ships and left the doomed city to decompose behind them. The ships were headed back to their home base in Sicily, where harvests and weather had never been as optimal as ever experienced by it's inhabitants. Unbeknownst to the refugees, something else was traveling with them, unseen, and unstoppable...
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Where does one crap with that mobile coffee shop?
like Pavlov ringing a bell, I have java and my ass needs to be over water
Never had a Rainier beer. Is that like the Coors of the Cascades or is it actually beer?
Oh man I miss Jalisco's, what I wouldn't do for the machaca plate right now.
Dumbass with a baseball bat starts a fight, gets knocked out HARD... AKA wearing Carhartt does not exactly make you that tough...
Nighty night.
Back in the mid 80's I saw a guy on 75 in Atlanta get out of his car, grab a wood ball bat and come at a car behind him in stand still traffic. He hit the passengers fender and invited the driver to exit. The largest man I had ever seen got out of his VW Rabbit, grabbed the bat, yanked it out of the first guys hands and broke it over his knee. The first guy just backed away and got back into his car. The VW was already a piece of shit so "tiny" may not have persued any actions about his car.
Want motivational? Here ya' go...
How modern good ol'boys deal with modern globalists...
If you can drink Schmidt, you can drink Rainier.
Schmidt and Rainer are what you piss after drinking good beer.If you can drink Schmidt, you can drink Rainier.
Yep, saw the posts on that FB thread about it... And the other guy is going to jail for a long time. He should have eased up as soon as the bat wielding asshat hit the ground. No jury is going to let those punches after the dude getting floored slide...
That was my first thought. Heard that start up and had to stop the video. Brain bleed and body shutting down.
So... we got a two-fer.
He stopped the threat. He made sure the threat was passed.
I want to be on the jury.
I want to be on the jury.
