perfidy

Lint Lizard sounds vaguely obscene. But it gets lint from hard to reach places.

I feel sad and lonely, as it has been four days since I've gotten any indecipherable messages from Mr. Difficult (at aol.com).

It is interesting that debt relief spam is concealed as "get the power chair advantage" ads.

Disturbing:

Hi, man. I'm in your house. I'm smart and beatiful.  My photos available here.

I'll check my closets.

Well, it's part ten, for starters.

You can read it here.

For those in the know, you may begin to detect some themes here. The beginnings of some HBD. Monarchy, christianity. I'm not prepared to go all Moldbug yet, though.

Over at Veil War, there is now in existence at this very moment the fourth installment of the Really Big Idea series. Allison Dickson explains the ideas behind her novel, Scarlet Letters: The Tale of the Vampire Mailman. Worth a read, as are all three earlier installments by George O'Har, Steve Umstead and once and future perfidious minister Ian Healy.

Joe-Bob says check it out. Two thumbs up.

Chapter Nine is up over at The Veil War. Read and enjoy.

“Captain Lewis,” the Prince said through the interpreters, “Yes. Tend to your wounded. Send a dozen men with beasts of burden down to the valley, that we may share the spoils of battle. You and your officers may join us at sundown. Then, we will eat; and we will plan. Our presence here in this world can not have gone undetected, and we will have to move quickly.”

Chapter Nine is the first installment of what, in my head, is part two of Captain Lewis' story. The tone is a bit different; and there are new characters and new challenges for our Marines.

Don't forget to sign up to be an email subscriber at veilwar.com, or friend the Veil War Facebook page. There's still time before the Bonus story ships today.

I don't know how significant this is, but in my recent travels through Virginia, West Virginia, Maryland, Pennsylvania and Ohi0 - and then back - over the Christmas holiday I saw "Ron Paul 2012" etched, inked or carved next to five urinals in mens' restrooms. Given the number of stops I made thanks to the infinitesimal bladders of my children, that was a Ron Paul Pisser ratio of about one out of two.

I saw no exhortations for Mitt Romney, Obama, Gingrich or any other announced candidate.

As the title says...

It's Veil War Thursday. And that means another chapter of edge-of-your-seat action.

Your teaser:

“What are they doing firing a half mile out?”

Lewis dropped the glasses. He watched the gray cloud of arrows climb skyward. It looks like they’ve got the distance…. And there goes another volley.

Evans was incredulous. “How the hell could anyone draw a bow that could shoot an arrow that goddamn far?”

Five flights of arrows were in the air when the first round hit. Those five hundred arrows hit the goblins like the wrath of god. “Holy mother of fuck!” Evans shouted.

“I don’t believe it. Every single one of those arrows hit.” Pethoukis said softly, stunned.

Read it here.

Just in time for Christmas, Drunk History presents:

Drunk Christmas

I'd have embedded the video, but as a special added present, Funny or Die doesn't make that easy.

Part Seven of the Veil War is up over at the cleverly named Veil War site.

Read, tell your friends, and tell your friends to tell their friends.

It came to my attention that the original explanation of why this blog is named the Ministry of Minor Perfidy, or 'perfidy' for short, is not easily available. While the most dedicated and assiduous readers could likely track it down, it is our goal here at perfidy to make things easy.

Back in July of aught 3, we had this to say:

In his most recent bleat, Lileks tosses this out:

When I hear a speech like Blair’s, I have to check the calendar. And the calendar is usually wrong. It may say 2/23, or 7/16, or 4/30. But I know what the date is, and the date is 9/12. It’s going to be 9/12 for a long time to come.

While I’m on the subject of Lileks, I should mention that we shamelessly stole the name of our blog from one of his bleats.

In a bleat shortly after the beginning of the war, but before American troops reached Baghdad, Lileks had this to say:

These pictures are fascinating - it's a capital in wartime, and it looks like it's had a few bad gas main leaks, nothing more. The giant black plumes of fire come from oil trenches set alight by the Iraqis, and looking at them from above you realize they make excellent visual markers for incoming bombers. (If they needed such a thing, which they don't.) The first picture shows a Presidential Palace - two words that ought not cohabitate, really - and it's had the crap blown out of it. Across the street is a gigantic assembly building of some kind, perhaps the National House of Enthusiastic Rubber Stamping. It's untouched. I'd wager a five-spot that they left it for whatever legislative body comes next. There's no sign of bombing anywhere else, except for a small building down at the bottom of the picture; perhaps that was the Ministry of Minor Perfidy, or the State Bureau for Interrogative Dentistry. Something naughty happened there, in any case. I'd thought that the first phase of the air war would see the atomization of all the palaces, but perhaps that's not so; good. Turn them into bed & breakfasts. Give every iraqi citizen a coupon good for one free night in a room in the palace. Thin Mints on the pillow, courtesy the US Military.

The phrase just caught us, and we ran with it. If you’re going to steal, steal from the best.