Pithy Thought

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader was perusing other blogs last night and meant to comment on this post at Eric’s site.

Your Maximum Leader loves the bumper sticker:

Knowledge is power.
Power corrupts.
Study hard.
Be evil.

Would it be too much to make a little syllogism out of that? Like this:

If you study hard you’ll gain knowledge.
Knowledge is power.
Power corrupts.
Corruption thru power makes you evil.
If you study hard, you’ll be evil.

The bloggers of Naked Villainy studied hard.
Thus the bloggers of Naked Villainy are quite knowledgeable.
Thus the bloggers of Naked Villainy are powerful.
Thus the bloggers of Naked Villainy are evil.
QED

Okay… Maybe that is a little too geeky. But really, when has being geeky ever really stopped your Maximum Leader from posting anything…

Carry on.

They Quote Him… They Really Quote Him…

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader looks over at Dr. Rusty and smiles… He’s got lots of traffic. He has BlogAds. And now “the Media” is quoting him.

Really. See: The Jawa Report: BIG Media FINALLY Givin’ Me R-E-S-P-E-C-T

Congrats Rusty.

Carry on.

Playful, Whimisical, Happy Robots…

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader sees that at the World Robot Association meeting in Nagakute, Japan, there are robots that can dance, make candy, and hit 100 mph fastballs. With these advances it is only a matter of time before we get Cylons coming to destroy us.

Or seduce us… As the case may be.

Carry on.

Congratulations Michigan

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader was riveted to his large screen high def TV last night watching the final game of the Womens College World Series. And in case you missed it, Michigan won WCWS pennant.

As your Maximum Leader blogged the other day, it was a thrilling series. And you may have noticed Phin’s Softball blog as well. In which Phin regaled us with the glories of women’s athletics. Of which there are many.

He hopes that with two recommendations you might have watched the game. It was great. It went into extra innings and won with a 3 run homer by a Freshman player, Samantha Findlay of Michigan. It was a wonderful thing to watch.

Many congratulations to the women of Michigan. You played wonderfully and deserve the trophy.

Now go and par-tay some.

Carry on.

Naval Thoughts

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader is quite busy today. And as much as he would like to comment on this very thoughtful post from Buckethead at The Ministry of Minor Perfidy, he cannot right now.

Let it suffice to say that your Maximum Leader (who agrees that Battleships are sexy but completely out of place in today’s theatre of operations) generally agrees with Buckethead on this one. (Which makes two in a row. First Frank Lloyd Wright. Now the future of our Navy.)

Your Maximum Leader isn’t quite sure he’s in full agreement with the rapidity of how quickly the Carrier will become obsolete. Perhaps with improvements in naval aviation and specilization of support ships the age of the Carrier can continue for decades more. But the truth is that the Carrier’s reign as queen of the seas is fading. The thought of Carriers having a useful lifespan of 50+ years (like B-52s for example) is unlikely.

The idea of space based military systems is one that must be seriously examined now for deployment in the future. (But we probably want to worry about the development of killer robots. Well almost all killer robots. There might be one or two that are acceptable…)

Carry on.

Elvis-A-Rama Casting Call

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader, as faithful minions know, is a big Elvis fan. So imagine his interest in this item on the news wire: Elvis-A-Rama museum casts worldwide net for impersonators of the King.

What a gig! If you are an “E” fan/impersonator, you ought to head on out to Vegas and try out.

Carry on.

Could Someone Please Feed Him While I’m Away This Weekend?

Aww, look what I got! Thanks for the link, Sadie!

adopt your own virtual pet!

If you click on him, he runs on the wheel. Isn’t he cute? I’m so happy now.

Believe.

Amnesty International And “Gulags”

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader just read over Anne Applebaum’s commentary entitled: Amnesty’s Amnesia

Very good piece. Your Maximum Leader has seen other editorials and blogs about Amnesty’s use of the term “gulag” to describe our detention facility at Guantanamo. In so far as your Maximum Leader is concerned, this is just another example of an international organization becoming more anti-American over time.

It wasn’t but a few years ago when Amnesty was writing about our barbaric prison system and our institutional methods of torturing prisoners. Methods of torture (and abuse) included, according to Amnesty: “…beatings and excessive force; sexual misconduct; the misuse of electro-shock weapons and chemical sprays; and the cruel use of mechanical restraints, including holding prisoners for prolonged periods in four-point restraint as punishment. Many reported abuses took place in isolation units or during forced removal of prisoners from cells (”cell extractions”).” And that was during the Clinton Administration!

Your Maximum Leader isn’t sure precisely how Anmesty would like a prison to be run. Or even if Amnesty thinks there should be prisons. But sometimes the criminal element needs to be handled roughly…

Carry on.

Terror Timeline

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader scalded himself today. Hot Vanilla Bean tea and the latest from Jeff at Beautiful Atrocities do not mix well.

What?!? You haven’t read it?

BEAUTIFUL ATROCITIES’ ROOT CAUSES OF TERRORISM TIMELINE.

Some of your Maximum Leader’s favourite parts:

240 million years ago: Gore Vidal born

1322: Liza (Minelli) marries Edward II: “He’s no homo.”

1967: Six Day War, Israel kicks ass. Cassandra Peterson becomes youngest Vegas showgirl at 16.

It is great. Go! Now! Read!

Carry on.

Suspicious

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader wonders if you all happened to catch the following article on the news wire: Los Alamos Lab Whistleblower Beaten Up.

Now allow your Maximum Leader to go on the record as saying that he feels for Mr. Hook. No one deserves to be beaten. Your Maximum Leader hopes that the perps are found, tried, found guilty, and punished to the full extent of the law.

But allow your Maximum Leader to revisit a few items from the article and perhaps you’ll see why his “suspicion” heckles have been raised.

Allow your Maximum Leader to create a narrative… Mr. Hook was in bed, alone, on a Saturday night at 10pm. Mrs. Hook was out of town visiting their sons. He received a phone call asking him to meet “someone” at a strip club 45 minutes away from his house.

Naturally, the wife being away and all, it was a perfectly natural thing for Mr. Hook to do. So he got out of bed. Prsumably got dressed. Then hopped in his car and drove 45 minutes to a strip club.

He waited in the strip club for “someone” to arrive. After some interval Mr. Hook decided that “someone” wasn’t going to show up so he went to go home. It was then that he was beaten in the parking lot. The assailants told him that “if he knew what was good for him he’d keep his mouth shut.” None of his personal effects were stolen.

Now, admittedly the whole “none of his personal effects were stolen” during his assult is troubling. But how about this senario…

Mr. Hook, unencumbered for the weekend, decided to seek some adult entertainment in a neighboring city. Why go to another city? Well perhaps a fear of running into someone who would recognize you… So he spends the night tipping gyrating strippers and stumbles out to his car. At which point a group of roving miscreants decide to just pull over and beat him up. Perhaps they flee as someone else is coming out of the strip club. Now Mr. Hook has to come up with a story…

Your Maximum Leader knows that the police must have verified many elements of the story… But really now? You would get out of bed and drive nearly an hour to a strip club at the request of a mysterious stranger? And this happened when your wife was out of town?

Okay… Perhaps it is plausible.

Carry on.

Ex-Girlfriends

What if my friend’s ex-girlfriend is only available because she was so overwhelmed by lusty thoughts of moi that she had no choice but to dump my friend’s loveable but pathetic ass?

I’m just saying, what if?

Believe.

I’m Gone For a Couple of Days . . .

Ahem. Here are actual results of my Pulp Fiction quiz:

What Pulp Fiction Character Are You?

Your name alone strikes fear into others; but maybe, just maybe, there’s a little vulnerability and weakness beneath that stoic, fierce exterior of yours.

Take the What Pulp Fiction Character Are You? quiz.

Mr. Smallholder would be well-advised to keep that in mind. We’ve shared some times, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to let him off easy.

Believe.

UPDATE FROM YOUR MAXIMUM LEADER: These results must be rigged. How does your Maximum Leader know? Look at these results and put two and two together. See? Your Maximum Leader thought you would.

Hands Off!

A friend’s old girlfriend is now available. You are attracted to the young lady. Ought you to ask her out?

The Minister of Propaganda and I have dated the same girls without any drama. The Maximum Leader once caused me a wee bit of pain by courting an ex. So there cannot be a simple answer.

The complex answer to this question - a question that, in its import, dwarfs the question of how to put the North Korean nuclear genie back in the bottle - depends on several variables.

To wit:

The first major consideration is how your friend’s relationship ended. If the relationship ended due to misdeeds, one ought to steer clear. If your friend, for instance, cheated on the lass (and why, pray tell, are you friends with a cheater?), than she is bound to have hard feelings. Since you both know the friend in common, your discussion will inevitably turn to that friend and she is likely to express uncomplimentary feelings. This puts you in a hard spot - you can either sympathize with your squeeze or be loyal and charitable to your friend. If the lass cheated on your friend, your friend’s feelings are probably raw and your new relationship will be salt in the wound. Besides, why do you want to go out with a cheater? (Cue the Maximum Leader’s mincing-stepped mockery of Smallholder saying “but this is different! She’ll be loyal to me!” Shut up, Mike. I was 19 for God’s sake!)

If, on the other hand, the relationship ended on good terms - perhaps your friend took a job in another city and they didn’t want to do the long distance thing - you may approach the dating issue with trepidation.

The second major consideration is how serious the relationship was. The potential datability of the young lady is inversely proportional to how deeply your friend cared for her. If the two were married, the answer is, and always must be: Hell no, you may not date her. If the two were engaged, the answer will be the same. If the two dated briefly but never really clicked, you are golden. If the dating was a casual thing among friends, you’re in.

A girl we’ll call Laura really liked the Minister of Propaganda but distance prevented a serious relationship from developing. But she was always excited to see Rob when he was in town. She also enjoyed my company. So when I was in town we’d go out. We all knew this and were fine with it. In fact, another male friend was also in the batting rotation. This was all possible because we were casual rather han serious and there were no hurt feelings on the part of any of the parties. See HERE for more on Laura, or just to have a chuckle at Smallholder’s youthful stupidity.

The third issue, which may or may not be closely aligned with the seriousness of the relationship, is whether your friend harbors any lingering feelings for the girl. If he does, than you ought to steer clear. Even if you think his harboring of feelings is silly. Really. Nothing good can come from ignoring a friend’s feelings.

When I arrived at college, I was fresh from breaking up with the “love of my life.” Love in high school, as my AP European history teacher once explained to a brokenhearted Smallholder, is hell because you have all the emotions to feel love but none of the experience to put it into perspective and none of the maturity to temper the hormones. Going to a meeting of the Baptist Student Union, I met a wonderful young lady. I asked her out within half an hour of talking to her. She agreed, largely because she too was reeling from a breakup (though I like to think my charm and roguish good looks had something to do with it).

We only went out a couple of times. She was a great conversationalist and we had a good time. But I realized that she was still holding the candle for the last boyfriend, who was still in the picture, being a Hamster at Hampden-Sydney just down the road. Rather than risk the pain of really falling for her, I broke it off.

Although we only went out a few times, she was very influential in the humble Smallholder’s road to emotional maturity. She helped me realize that I could start to feel emotional attachment again - something desperately needed since I had responded to the horrible break-up by going out with girls not because I particularly like them but because it was important to have a cute girl on your arm at high school social events, treating dates like accessories rather than people. I’m embarrassed just thinking about it. At any rate, the Baptist girl really helped me get over the emotional hurdle. I still had wistful feelings for her. I’d wonder what would have happened if the other fellow hadn’t still been in the picture.

In fact, I’d often make up excuses just to be with her. Anytime I needed to get around town, I’d call and see if she would give me a ride. I just wanted to spend time talking with her. When she called me out for “using me for my car,” I stupidly did not explain that I still liked her as a friend and was too emotionally stunted to come out and ask to be friends. So I stopped calling. I left the relationship wistful and regretful of my own interpersonal incompetence. She left thinking I was a jerk who had only hung out for a car ride.

Years later, the Maximum Leader briefly courted Baptist girl. Although I did not have any rational basis for annoyance, this bothered me on two levels. First of all, the wistfulness translated into a bit of jealousy, an emotion I’m not used to feeling. Secondly, I was a bit concerned about what she would say about me. (Not that I needed to have worried - she evidently had practically forgotten the blip that was Smallholder - her importance in my life story was not matched by my importance in hers.)

The Maximum Leader and I have a strong friendship and it would have weathered a Mike-Baptist girl relationship had it developed. But I would have felt awkward. So the moral of the story is, don’t put your friend in an awkward position by discounting his lingering feelings. In Mike’s defense, I’m sure he was entirely unaware of my lingering feelings for Baptist girl. College boys don’t often sit around and talk of what might have been with their old girlfriends. He may have been unaware that we had ever dated at all. So this example is for illustrative purposes only - throw no bricks at your supreme generalissamo.

The “hands off!” rule is not absolute. Traversing the same terrain as your friend is fraught with danger, but if the relationship ended well, the relationship was not serious, and your friend has no lingering feelings,you only have one further obstacle in your quest.

Ask your friend. Not because you need permission. Because it is a nice thing to do.

Check out the other members of the Men’s Club: Puffy, the Wizard, and Phin. Or if you would like the ladies’ take on this subject, check out the Divas: Sadie, Kathy, Chrissy, and Silk. Also stop in and visit guest Diva Kelley.

But Before I Go…

Did anyone else misread the title of the Maximum Leader’s last post and think you were about to read an article about how he spent Satudray night at the YMCA?

Maybe it was just me.

From Vater Smallholder

My father sent me this story via e-mail:

cowboy was herding his herd in a remote pasture when suddenly a brand-new BMW advanced out of a dust cloud towards him.

The driver, a young man in a Brioni suit, Gucci shoes, Ray Ban sunglasses and YSL tie, leans out the window and asks the cowboy, “If I tell you exactly how many cows and calves you have in your herd, will you give me a calf?”

The cowboy looks at the man, obviously a yuppie, then looks at his peacefully grazing herd and calmly answers, “Sure. Why not?”

The yuppie parks his car, whips out his Dell notebook computer, connects it to his AT&T cell phone and surfs to a NASA page on the Internet, where he calls up a GPS satellite navigation system to
get an exact fix on his location which he then feeds to another NASA satellite that scans the area in an ultra-high-resolution photo.

The young man then opens the digital photo in Adobe Photoshop and exports it to an image processing facility in Hamburg, Germany . Within seconds, he receives an email on his Palm Pilot that the image has been processed and the data stored.

He then accesses a MS-SQL database through an ODBC connected Excel spreadsheet with hundreds of complex formulas. He uploads all of this data via an email on his Blackberry, and after a few
minutes, receives a response.

Finally, he prints out a full-color, 150-page report on his hi-tech, miniaturized HP LserJet printer and finally turns to the cowboy and says, “You have exactly 1586 cows and calves.”

“That’s right. Well, I guess you can take one of my calves,” says the cowboy. He watches the young man select one of the animals and looks on amused as the young man stuffs it into the trunk of his car.

Then the cowboy says to the young man, “Hey, if I can tell you exactly what your business is, will you give me back my calf?”

The young man thinks about it for a second and then says, “Okay, why not?”

“You’re a consultant.” says the cowboy. “Wow! That’s correct,” says the yuppie, “but how did you guess that?”

“No guessing required,” answered the cowboy. “You showed up here even though nobody called you; you want to get paid for an answer I already knew; to a question I never asked; and you don’t know anything about my business.”

“Now give me back my DOG.”

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