He Would Have Gotten Away With It, Too, If It Weren’t For That Meddling Kid

He Would Have Gotten Away With It, Too, If It Weren’t For That Meddling Kid


Now listen: If you’re going to come in here mewling about going foetal and handing over your treasure and your self-respect in copious amounts immediately when someone pulls a gat, you’ve stumbled into the wrong shop, mister. This is the Borderline Sociopathic Blog For Boys.

That twelve-year-old boy foiled an armed robbery. We brook no ifs, ands, or buts when grade-schoolers foil armed robberies. We plan parades and fetes and generalized carrying on over feats like that. No back seat driving allowed.

And by the way, they caught this turd that stuck up the store. And oh, by the by, this happened in Turkey. I want you to imagine going into a TURKISH PRISON with a little note card hung around your neck that reads: Sent here by a twelve year old. Dante Alighieiri couldn’t have come up with anything better than that. 

The Borderline Sociopathic Blog For Boys. The Blog For “Tom’s Friend”

The Borderline Sociopathic Blog For Boys. The Blog For “Tom’s Friend”


Holy cow, Tom should just get a Vespa and get it over with. Maybe a wicker basket on the front to carry his terrier in. He should totally get those streamers that flutter from your handlebar grips. Maybe some baseball cards in his spokes.

And at the end, you know Tom’s New Friend is on her way to Tom’s Old Friend’s apartment.

I Know Derring Do When I See It. I Just Saw It

I Know Derring Do When I See It. I Just Saw It


I know bravery. It’s different than bravado. Bravado is bucking yourself up for a big game by telling people that aren’t your opponent that they’re lucky that they’re not your opponent.

Or maybe not bravery. Audacity, surely. There’s no hesitation. Just realization, and action. Or perhaps it’s being intrepid we’re seeing here. That situation looks daunting. The skydiver’s friends are dauntless.

It’s mettle and moxie. Nerve. Pluck. Fortitude. Grit. It’s keeping your head when all around you people are, if not losing theirs, at the very least, bonking theirs together.

It’s… it’s… it’s the reason for this blog, in one minute and forty-one seconds. It’s derring do. Do some, someday.

Von Schlieffen’s Speed Bump Has Heavy Tanks. Who Knew?

Von Schlieffen’s Speed Bump Has Heavy Tanks. Who Knew?

Well, that’s one way to test your brakes. It’s probably an even better way to test your testers. Nobody bailed out, so I guess it’s a success. And the tanker didn’t sneeze at an inopportune moment, or discover a bumblebee inside the turret with him at a bad time, or spot his ex-girlfriend standing next to her new boyfriend in the front row, center, or there could have been trouble.

So there’s two conclusions we can draw from the video. The video says this is the Dutch military, so perhaps we’ve learned that the Dutch military consists of very brave persons, worthy of Borderline Sociopathic status. There’s another possibility. The Dutch military is unionized. No, really, there are four unions in the Dutch military.  So perhaps they were on a contractually mandated coffee break, and refused to move no matter what. There’s a principle involved, after all.

By the way, isn’t a Leopard tank a German tank?  They didn’t used to stop for the Dutch military.

(Thanks to Gerard van der Leun at American Digest for sending that one along. He may or may not be Flemish, could be Walloon, but I know he’s at least a loon)