Category: Rednecks

This is me.

These are my dingleberries.

This is me, laughing my dingleberries OFF. (tip o’ the toque to Kate over at SDA for this)

Let’s see now… what have we got here? It’s not your gun. You were told “not to mess with it.” But did you listen? Nope.

Well, then, you get what you deserve and you deserve what you get. 😉

I think the “so-called mayor of Toronto” just pooped himself. 😆

Contrary to what the gun-grabbers will tell you, going out to the range and spending a day eating through a box or twelve of ammo is actually relaxing, enjoyable, and downright fun. And sometimes, part of that fun is introducing someone to the sport who’s never tried it before. So, with that in mind, my buddy and I, along with his girlfriend, hit the range the other weekend. Neither one of them had fired anything before. Ever. Malcolm had shot a pellet gun when he was a kid, but Bonnie hadn’t even done that.

That’s right: me, two noobs, one beat-up old Cooey, half a brick of .22, and an afternoon to kill. Three people with a deadly weapon and over 200 rounds of ammunition. And guess what? Nobody got shot, nobody got robbed, no drug deals went bad, no liberals exploded (bit of a pity, that one), nobody hopped into a bell tower… nothing. We even left that place cleaner than when we found it. Bonnie got a little sunburnt, though.

Did ya hear that, mister so-called “Mayor of The Arsehole Of The Universe?” People went to a shooting range and NOTHING BAD HAPPENED!

And yup, it was fun! (BTW: It wasn’t my camera, so I have no bloody idea what was up with the date display function…) (more…)

Most folks know already that it’s not often that I have anything good to say about our courts. Years of infestation with Grit-beholden hacks have made them next to useless for protecting law-abiding folks. Every now and then, though, something good manages to come down the pipe. This time, the source of the sudden outbreak of unasshattery was the Crown Attorney’s office in Calgary and not some Grit flunky judge but hey, these days, you take your good news where you can get it, right?

Some of you might remember me shooting my mouth off a bit about this before (you’ll have to scroll down some; it’s one of my more long-winded posts). I just couldn’t get my brain around the fact that the cops and crown were even thinking about putting this guy’s ass in a sling for nothing more than defending his home and woman.

Well, as it turns out, there’s some good news after all: Dan Olynyk’s as free as a bird, just like he should be (tip o’ the hat to Frank for noticing this first)… (more…)

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages, gather ’round as I tell you about 2008’s first nominee for Right Crazy’s BBIBC Awardâ„¢! Our first candidate for the year goes by the name of Kim Robinson. How the hell does a chick get nominated for the Biggest Balls In British Columbia, you ask? Easy: Kim’s a guy (that’s his picture on the right). From the sounds of the story, there just might be a bit of a “boy named Sue” thing going on here.

Now, some folks might argue (not unreasonably, I might add) that Kim may or may not be quite as ballsy as the BBIBC Award’s inaugural winner, Marc Patterson, but you still have to admit that this guy likely clanks when he sits. (more…)

… that all of Canada’s rednecks are in Alberta? 😆 Turns out this guy’s just a few miles away from me.

A big ol’ tip o’ the toque to Kate over at SDA for bringing this up first. This isn’t the same vid that she posted but I think it’s cooler and since this is my site… 😛 And yeah, I want one too…

In case you’re wondering how the hell they managed that, there’s also a vid giving some details (in case ya get any ideas of your own 😉 )

And in case yer wondering: yeah, he’s got himself a website (under construction at the moment but still fun as hell). Of course, there’s always his YouTube thingy…