22+ year old Jeep rescues Hummer H2 in parking lot


As an ex-Jeep owner I found this pretty amusing.

Well, after sitting there a while and digging his rear tires further into the ground, he apparently got some help from a Liberty owner. They apparently tried using 2 of the “dangerous” type tow straps with metal hooks on them. They had the Liberty hooked up to the straps but I don’t think they were successful in yanking him off the stump. So, before someone got hurt with those type straps , I offered up my looped tow strap and D ring. As I walked over there to bring it to them, the devilish side of me took over and said the following:

“I will let you use my tow strap, but you have to let me use my Jeep to pull you off of it.” At that point, the H2 owner, sighed and shook his head and agreed.

(via Memepool)

I Miss Republicans

I couldn’t agree more with this blogger’s sentiments.

I Miss Republicans.
No, seriously. Remember Republicans? Sober men in suits, pipes, who’d nod thoughtfully over their latest tract on market-driven fiscal conservatism while grinding out the numbers on rocket science. Remember those serious-looking 1950’s-1960’s science guys in the movies — Republican to a one.

They were the grown-ups. They were the realists. Sure they were a bummer, maaaaan, but on the way to La Revolution you need somebody to remember where you parked the car. I was never one (nor a Democrat, really, more an agnostic libertarian big on the social contract, but we don’t have a party …), but I genuinely liked them……

Kite Propelled Transport


Years before cars were invented, a Clifton schoolmaster was travelling at 25mph in his amazing Charvolant and terrorising local villages.

George Pocock ran his own academy in the city and also went around as an itinerant evangelical preacher, barnstorming the local mining community from a tent mission he pitched in their midst and waging a private war with the official Methodist authorities.

He had a passion for building box-kites and kite-propelled carriages, a subject on which he wrote a book, The Aeropleustic Art, and raced them between Bristol and Marlborough at speeds of up to 20 mph, sometimes with his daughters aboard.