Jean Martin as Col. Matheiu (Marcel Bigeard).  This is from Pontecorvo's outstanding movie "The Battle of Algiers".   The reader may recall that I have mentioned Bigeard, who I have corresponded with, several times in this blog.  Jean Martin also played a Legionaire in that other excellent movie about French Algeria,                          The Day of the Jackal      Jean Sorel as Lt. Col. Jean Marie Bastien Thiry.  He is almost as handsome as the man he is portraying! Patrice Chereau as the Marquis de Montcalm.  (I don't have enough room here for his full name).  Last of the Mohicans, 1992. Marat, Danton, and Robespierre, that lovable man, enjoy a moment together.  This still from Napoleon by Abel Gance, which I saw in 1982, sums up the revol...

    This is from the amazing Jinks Jackalope.  She is youthful and on her way, artistically speaking.  I was stunned to find out just how youthful.  This artist is an up and comer, in a big way.  Normally this site is about how great I am but occasionally even I notice others.  It is an honor and maybe she will let me live in her tool shed when she makes it.  Ha Ha! Just kidding Jinks.  No more tool sheds. Oops- This is about Ms. Jackalope.  Anyways, check her stuff out on deviantArt.      Here's looking at you, Kiddo!

      Roger Hercule Gustave Degueldre Knight of the Legion of Honor. Patriot. Warrior. Killer. Hero       Oran, 1958.  Roger Degueldre evades les flics.  Blood is going to flow.

       As readers of this site know, a few days ago my beloved hunter cat, Stonewall, was poisoned.  That is four I have lost to the same group of welfare scum out in Garfield.  I cannot prove anything, except the death of Phoebe.  But coincidence is for God and small children.      I would gladly trade all vengeance to have Stoney back.  He died arching in convulsions as the poison seized him.  I did not have the money to have him put to sleep.  I did not possess a firearm.  I did think that he had a chance.  He died one minute after I got back from the store with mineral oil for him.      There is another world for our pets.  Received by beings of light, they are guided out of pain and sorrow into the meadowlands beyond the bridge.  There they will hunt and play and love and will forget the earth until the human that loved them arrives.  Then all will meld to...

     This is from my friend Fluffy the Wonderwolf, the extremely good artist out of Washington State who also loves cats and is nice to me, oddly enough.  I just asked her if I could use her character but upon reflection thought it best to let her artwork speak for itself.  This is the new header art off of her Google+ page.  Y'all might remember her for this:                      The best rendering of a certain saucy fellow that I have ever seen.  Fluffy is just the greatest!        And here is Allison, the Maine Coon!

    T. Quintius Rufius, slashing through the enemy lines.  With the death of my beloved cat Monster, I have tried to escape this world through a prolonged drunk.  I wish my problems could be solved by mere violence.  I wish I was a brave and charismatic warrior, not to mention handsome.      The other night a guy I don't know came by and gave me a broken dreadnought guitar.  He made predictions and left.  I did not get his name.  The guitar is almost fixed and I am rebuilding it into a much better instrument.  This is a true story.       Putting flowers on Monster's grave.  A fucked up piece of graphic self-pity if there ever was.  And the work of a swishy unstable bloody minded rabbit.

     Monster, my lovely cat who showed up skinny and starving in 2008, was put to sleep today at 7 Central Standard Time.  He had been rat poisoned, and I had to make the call.  I held him as he died.       I love you Monster, and will see you at the bridge, and not too long from now, I guess.      Happy hunting big guy, I will never forget you.       Many thanks to the Doctors and Staff of the Am/Pm Animal Hospital on South Lamar, Austin Tx. They could not have been more kind to us.