8 Comments
User's avatar
Baruch Hasofer's avatar

Ok, alternative retirement plan idea: Tim Lynch, El Brujo Blanco, using Traditional Irish Shamanic Techniques (peyote-infused whiskey) to cure pre-diabetes, as seen on the Shawn Ryan Show.

Expand full comment
Tim Lynch's avatar

I'm sticking with the gym, church, and teetotaler routine. Besides the knuckleheads who legally harvest Peyote, destroy the plants using the 'wisdom of the ancients' technique. There is a Naval Aviator out west making premium Sotal who bitches about that all the time. So peyote is on my shit list. As is Sotal or listening to SEALpodcasts. But guess what? I've found where the Narcos go to listen to Narco Corridos, which are banned in Mexico but there are clubs a mile away that have corridos bands and Narcos come to listen to them. Check out the Sotal guy https://www.desertdoor.com/

Expand full comment
Baruch Hasofer's avatar

My impression of narcocorridos is that it's just Mexican dope polka music, like a Weird Al Yankovic bit that they stuck with for decades after it was funny.

Expand full comment
Tim Lynch's avatar

A true gentleman is a man who knows how to play the accordion yet refrains from doing so. I've just been called to Florida - my Dad just got out of the hospital, and Step Mom needs a little help, so I'll be delayed investigating corridors.

Expand full comment
Baruch Hasofer's avatar

A speedy recovery.

Expand full comment
the long warred's avatar

I teetotal myself, it’s vicario-lism for years 🤣

Expand full comment
the long warred's avatar

This is an excellent idea.

I’d pay subscription for Tim Lynch’s shamanic wisdom.

Another idea is Tim the Cowboy Ranger vs Sante Muerte… sort of Van Helsing vs a modern Dracula. Frankly we pasty people’s need to get our magic back… and it certainly won’t come from Mother Church, a NGO skin suit for the dying Boomer Deep State… I am of course Catholic and the situation is all but hopeless.

Expand full comment
Tim Lynch's avatar

You are going to love my upcoming Memorial Day post - it was written by my father for Naval Proceedings in 1998. It’s about a bad day on the DMZ in 1968, and it is a great story.

Expand full comment