Race-baiting communist, babbling drooler on countless news clips, and poster child for everything wrong with Baltimorons, Rep. Elijah Cummings is dead, unfortunately about 40 years late to do anyone any real good.
This will leave a momentary vacancy on a few House committees, but with the current surplus of lackwits available on the Democrat bench, that won't last long.
We regret we won't be able to attend the funeral, but we're looking forward to sending the happily former congressweasel's office a nice note today, expressing our full approval of the occasion.
R.I.H., race-hustling shitweasel. I feel sorry for your family, mainly for them being related to you.
I'm informed by the media that shortly after this indecorous outburst, Alzheimer's Nancy walked out of the meeting. Unfortunately not from shame.
I observe FTR that had this sort of horseshit occurred in the Jed Bartlet White House on The Left Wing, President Bartlet's response would have been,
"Madame Speaker, you can sit down and put that finger back in your mouth, or I can have the Secret Service Police throw you out of the building. You're a guest here, not the resident, let alone the President, and if you cannot conduct yourself appropriately, we can conduct a manners lesson that'll see you bouncing off the steps on your way to the sidewalk. Now sit your ass down before I come around the table and throw you out the door myself."
Pity President Trump didn't get the chance to deliver the same message. With any luck, he'll just turn around and do the same finger pointing at the next five States of the Union. (Or, with any luck, just the next one, before Madame Lunatic becomes the House Minority Leader again, and then retires to join Shrillary at the chardonnay table for three bottles a day.)
Pelosi needs to be put in a home with soft walls. She's clearly lost her fucking tiny mind, and it was never much to begin with.
h/t Stilton Jarlsberg Just obtained the latest ABC footage from Turkey's assault on the Kurdish cities there:
Just spitballing here, but I think those Turkish war oliphants are going to play hell with that Kurdish cavalry.
They followed that with what they identified as B-roll shots of an NRA meeting where Trump was mentioned:
Next up was a story from the southern border, about a citizens' militia trying to stop illegal border crossings:
They closed with a live interview with Bernie Sanders, showing the news crew how he's feeling after his heart attack and cardiac stent:
After that, they broke for commercials, which didn't use to be the most honest part of the broadcast. I couldn't take any more, so I turned the idiot box off before they came back with the second half.
You should all bear well in mind the old entertainment industry adage (seen on more than a few crew members' T-shirts), which contains quite a bit of raw truth:
Project Veritas and James O'Keefe are national treasures, certainly. And getting insider video of CNN openly putting the "ass" in "enemy asset" is pure gold.
But there's a wee problem.
Y'see, yuuuuuuge swaths of the country have known that not just CNN, but ABCNNBCBS et al were all enemy assets, totally penetrated, since so long ago it was known as the Clinton News Network.
So while the hundreds of hours of insider whistleblowing video now are nice to see, to confirm what we've known all along, the bigger point is we've known it for nearly thirty years. People who figured this out in their late 20s, when Fat Bill was just a former Arkansas governor with aspirations, are now old enough to qualify for senior meal discounts at Denny's.
It's not earthshattering, and it's barely news, even putting the whole sordid spectacle out for everyone to see.
The thing of it is, what we're up for now - or maybe it's just me - is seeing an angry mob smash in the front windows of CNN corporate HQ, sack the building, beat the employees out the door with whips made of cords, and then set the whole goddam communist edifice on fire, and walk away singing party songs afterwards.
Pour encourager les autres.
We want someone to crazy glue a football to Jeff Zucker's hands, and then livestream it as an entire college defensive backfield sacks him. Over and over. Say about 300 times in a row, give or take a few either way.
We want to see Jim Acosta, Don Lemon, Anderson Cooper, and their fellow quislings walking down the street, and suddenly getting rabbit-punched by bystanders, as "What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is shouted into their bloody and swelling pummeled faces. Hell, I'd buy that on disc just for the nostalgia factor in a generation: The Day The News Got What Was Coming To It. They've been kicking America in the crotch nightly for years, decades even; it's way overdue for America to administer a little payback.
Dulce et decorum est. So James and Project Veritas folks, thanks, and keep up the good work, but target identification, or even confirmation, isn't what it would have been if this were still December of 2016.
We're so far past that now, it's like coming up with the decoded Japanese plans to attack Pearl Harbor, and putting them in the newspaper. In January of 1945.
What's called for at this stage is more like target eradication. What we want is to see the other side stomped into small pieces. We want their institutions as firebombed and gutted as Tokyo was. And only part of me would want to add "metaphorically" to that sentence. They've had it coming for a long time, and betting against the party with a memory like an elephant is a poor percentage wager.
We know who the enemy is, we know what they've been up to, and we're a wee bit past "gotcha" games.
What we want is simple.
We want to crush our enemies. See them driven before us. Hear the lamentation of their women. (That's a trick item, since all of them are women, even their "men".)
Because that's what is best in life. At least it is the way things stand now.
We've been patient, and we've been good. And Christmas is coming, so figuring out what's in our letter to Santa this year isn't that tough.
When the Democratic presidential debates are put on indefinite hold, and the House of Representatives can't make a quorum because of convoys of arrestees carted off in the first sweeps, you'll know we're on the right track.
And if the system can't get that right, it's part of the problem, not the solution to it, and things are likely going to get sorted out in real time, and a good deal more kinetically than one might normally hope.
I leave the closing thoughts to two icons of the Left:
Given who it is that's pointing the cameras, now you know why.
Q: When does an open front door on one's own house justify the death penalty? A: When you're black, it's 2:30AM, and you live (for the moment) in Foat Wuth.
Well played, Officer Friendly. Another murdered citizen to chalk up to giving stupid people guns and badges.
Like DPD assassin Amber Guyger's "accidental" shooting, this is another open and shut case of second degree murder, and nothing less.
It's easily solved: simply notify all citizens in both municipalities that "shoot on sight" works the same both ways, and tell FWPD that any citizen who sees them on the streets may open fire anywhere and any time without warning or any legal penalty, and see how they like it when the law is enforced the same both ways.
Alternatively, take away FWPD's guns and body armor for six months, and let them re-learn how to function as cops instead of killers, starting with a month-long force-wide indoctrination into Peel's Principles.
All of which to start after they fire and prosecute the officer who did this for murder, and discipline everyone involved who knew it but didn't come forward or identify it as such, beginning with their termination.
Either there's one set of laws for everyone, or there's no law at all.
If Fort Worth chooses anarchy, I suspect citizens will fare much better than rogue cops will thereabouts, but it's their choice.
The closest thing to penance Fort Worth could do by way of apology, to mitigate the relations they're about to enjoy, would be to deliver this soon-to-be-ex-officer's head to the mayor on a platter. Literally.
Anything less isn't nearly enough.
But if he were any kind of a man, he'd go home and eat his gun himself, and save everyone else the trouble.
A badge and gun are a heavy responsibility, too heavy for anyone this recklessly stupid, and this was egregious foolishness, graduating to deliberate unlawful homicide, with no excuse or mitigating circumstance whatsoever.
And it starts with thinking your ass is special, and the rules and written law don't apply to you.
He didn't learn that yesterday; this is doubtless an institutional thing, and only draconian measures are ever going to burn it out of the woodwork once and for all.
But in slim mitigation of this murder, FWPD did exactly two things right here:
1) Required their officers to wear body cams.
2) Released the footage immediately.
Now, go on a roll, starting with firing the officer, vacating all criminal and civil immunity for cause, handing him over to the D.A. with a department recommendation for indictment for second-degree murder, and make his partner an accomplice.
Then this will stop being funny to TPTB and the idiots who do it, and become a goddam lot less frequent.
One of my favorite earworms, this song is like a potato chip. Once I hear it, I want it 40 times more, one after another. Both a riff off last week's selection, and still apropos to the season (you'll see this material again), this week's choice from 1978 is arguably the best track the far-too-soon-departed Warren Zevon ever laid down (and that's saying something).
And if it sounds somewhat familiar: that's Mick Fleetwood on drums, and the inimitable John McVie laying down that bass line. (And FTR, Kid Rock's sampledstolen copycat version, like all such unoriginal crap, is an abomination to music. Don't even start with me on that.)
The Golden Age in the Golden State, circa 1958.
Actual service, for 25¢/gallon.
If somebody did this now, even at current prices, they'd be sued for inducing heart attacks in customers, and they couldn't find nine people in 50 states with this kind of work ethic under the age of 40.
It was really like this in America once, kids, every single day.
I saw it with my own eyes.
Weep for what you've lost.
If you prefer, a lighter take from 1963's comedy classic It's A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World:
"So if you’re wondering how all of this stops, how we return to normal, I will tell you what a friend told me: 'There is no normal. There is only Clausewitz.' There is only absolute and total political war on this axis we face until we beat them into an unconditional surrender. The Left wants it that way because they think they can win. They want no holds barred total political war. Since we can’t escape it, I say we give it to them measure for measure."
For the Common Core grads out there, what is referred to is von Clausewitz' classical maxim:
"War is the continuation of politics, by other means."
We note in passing that though von Clausewitz never said so, the reverse is also true:
Politics is the continuation of war, by other means.
The left has been waging war on this presidency since 11/9/2016.
It doesn't matter that they've been firing blanks for going on 3 years, what matters is that they keep reloading and shooting.
We're getting to the point where that's going to have to be answered decisively, and not just with mere ridicule, or a strongly worded rebuke.
Politics is war, and they want to throw out any rules, and go for victory by any means necessary. (In their own innate twisted moral calculus.) That always leads to real war.
Every. Single. Time.
The Left is continually playing in the streets. (Where, nota bene, you oughtn't play.)
Let them. Nothing happens there of note or import, by and large.
But as has been noted times without counting at WRSA and other sites, if they don't stop their nonsense (and they show no signs of any outbreak of common sense, and in fact are more unhinged now than three years ago, if such is possible) the day is going to come when you're going to have to Rooftop Korean.
Not metaphorically.
Not rhetorically.
As Churchill wryly observed, people who won't change their minds, and won't change the subject, are fanatics.
They suffer from deranged lunacy. It progresses to violence, inevitably, and already has.
Every time they've moved to seize power, in every country, for a hundred years and more.
And if they oppose your vote in the polling booth with their votes on the street, you're going to have to vote from the rooftops, and deal with rabid dogs in the time-honored way.
Wrap your head around that. You may be in for the long haul, or you may be One Shot Paddy, but the day is going to come.
Save Oklahoma, there isn't a single state in the republic that was all red in 2016. There are probably no precincts that are, anywhere, from coast to coast. You're not fighting NYFC, Hollyweird, or the DC swamp, nor will you be. They're just logistics and air support. Jam their signal and monkeywrench their efforts, and they no longer get any vote.
The people you're going to have to sort out, down and dirty, all live within five to twenty miles of where you're sitting, reading this, right now. Bobby O'Rourke, and the witches on The Spew won't be knocking on your door to take your guns, coerce your support, or haul you to the boxcars, come the day. The people who will are already in place nearby, whether you or they know it now. So you may as well face that fact.
Nobody landed at Normandy or Iwo Jima tasked with conquering everyone on the other side. They were simply told to take their 10 ft² of beachhead. And then move forward, and take another 10 ft². All the way to Berlin and Tokyo.
Your mission will be to locate, close with and destroy the enemy by maneuver, fire, and close combat. Just like everyone in every infantry back to bands of hominids fighting turf battles thousands of years before anyone thought to write it down.
They want the fight that's coming, because they can't out-argue it, they couldn't out-vote it (God Bless You, James Madison et al) and they think they're entitled to rule. Worse, they think they're going to win, by divine right, among other reasons, even if their only deity is their bellies, and whatever hive consciousness passes for their minds.
We've beaten fanatics like that, in living memory, but generally, you have to get their attention first.
Beware the wrath of patient men.
And then make them understand that the alternative to adopting a new worldview is a few facefuls of dirt. Dealer's choice.
Nothing less seems to do the trick.
If you're not buying a case of canned goods at the market and the sporting goods store every paycheck, you're doing this wrong.
And don't forget to spend the time to learn how to use them. Tools without training are toys. You don't need hobbies, you need habits. Get busy.
Linda, posting on Fran Porretto's website, linked to an excellent interview of City Journal's Heather MacDonald, talking about the root causes of homelessness.
"On homelessness my argument is simple: You just don’t allow this behavior. That’s the starting point. It’s not compatible with the long-term life of cities. Once you establish that — something that was uncontroversial 50 years ago when the police would move people along, and there was unanimity that if you were in public you would have to meet basic norms of public behavior — then you don’t let people colonize the sidewalks.
Why is any given city where someone ends up on the street morally obligated to provide housing to that person? Nobody’s ever explained why that is. Say somebody comes from Seattle or Iowa to be homeless in San Francisco. When did San Francisco taxpayers become obligated to provide housing for him?"
I'm not a sociologist, anthropologist, or field reporter. I've only taken care of homeless douchebags (and, to be fair, that insults the other 0.5%, to whom I offer my apologies) for a quarter of a century, and my take is identical, and in stronger terms.
People aren't homeless because there aren't homes for them. Not even in Top Three Most Expensive Cities to live in the U.S. San Franshitco (the other two are NYFC and the District of Corruption, if you were wondering).
People are homeless for several reasons, most of them intertwined like the trunk of a braided ficus tree.
What are those reasons?
1) They're batshit crazy, in ways that, until the mid- to late-1960s, would have seen them happily locked up for life in appropriate facilities in perpetuity. No small number for violent behavior and poor impulse control.
2) The don't take their psych meds for that, because those drugs make them feel "weird". (Normal people call that feeling "sanity", by no coincidence.)
3) They self-medicate with alcohol and drugs, because a) it feels great! and b) it gets the voices in their head too drunk or stoned to be intelligible for the people with too many personalities in their head already. Genius, right there.
4) Homeless shelters have rules, chiefest among them being no booze or dope, and if the batshit crazy alcohol/drug addicts who are most homeless forever could follow rules, quit alcohol and dope, and act civilized, they could hold down jobs and pay rent or mortgages like everyone not on the streets does since pretty much forever. But they can't, don't, and won't.
5) We've built them a hammock (not a safety net) as wide as the entire state of California to sleep in. Which last world-class stupidity is why they're overwhelmingly here: they drift westward until they hit the Pacific Ocean, and they can't go any farther, coupled with being mollycoddled here for fifty years by jackass do-gooder idiots, and an amenable climate, and voila. A gazillion homeless bums, and stacks of feces and needles as far as the eye can see.
6) Laws preventing this stopped being enforced, due to soft-hearted do-gooders in power, and soft-headed judges ruling that it must be so.
So you'll never solve the homelessness problem by subsidizing them, feeding them, and building them shelter, any more than you'll put out a fire by throwing on more gasoline.
Solving the problem is easy:
I) First offense for vagrancy: six months in a chain gang. In the summer, they'll spread asphalt and fill potholes in the desert. In the winter, they shovel snow on mountain passes. And when it rains, they're out in it picking up trash, filling sandbags, and shoveling mud, 24/7 until the sun comes out. Throw in green bologna sandwiches, MREs, and pink underwear, deny any time off for good behavior, so they do the full 180 days, and you're done. Second offence: 364 days. Third offense: Felony, and five years.
It's not funny once, and after twice, they'll leave for good, or stop getting picked up. And we'll have the smoothest roads and the cleanest streets in the country.
II) Stop feeding them. Unless they work for it. From sunup to sundown. 30-minute breaks for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but not until they've earned each meal. And no money for anything.
III) Anyone too disabled or decrepit to work does drug tests the entire time they're on public assistance. One drunk or drug positive, and they lose benefits for a month. Two times, and they lose a year. Three times, banned from assistance for life. Vagrant as a result? See #I. If they can't shovel asphalt, they can mix concrete, or serve the meals. Medical exams to document ability or disability. No disability? Pick up a shovel, or starve. Dealer's choice.
IV) Any do-gooder agency or non-profit, religious or not, is free to do whatever they like in terms of food or shelter: on their own premises. Your circus, your monkeys. You feed homeless people, who become a blight on society, and the citizens and municipalities can sue for damages. Everything from public health to crime comes out of your wallet. Just like feeding stray cats that crap in your neighbors' open car.
For an easy and egregious example: There's a bunch of @$$hole simpletons at the nearby Catholic church, who've allowed a dozen homeless to encamp on church property. And have now drawn 200 more to the sidewalks surrounding. Right across the street from families with kids, in homes with a median price of well north of $500K. The city should bill them per person per day for maintaining a nuisance, and when the bill exceeds the property value of the church, the church should be seized and closed, and sold at auction to the highest bidder. They should also be liable for damages to homeowners across the street. When you have to pick up after your dog's mess, how can we demand less of do-gooders letting people shit on the streets across from someone else's homes? Notably, I have yet to see a priest or nun out there shoveling up the shit, or cleaning the sidewalk. Doing it in chains will be good for their souls, I assure you. Otherwise, like day following night, I predict someone's parents are going to do some high-octane redecorating in the parish one of these days, and the church will deserve it. Neither priest nor parish want to take those douchebags into their own homes (which would be actually bearing the burden up for which they signed), but they're happy to let their little gaggle of human debris shit and drop dirty drug needles on their church neighbors' lawns week in and week out. Jesus had a thing or two to say about that sort of hypocrisy, and the religious leaders who were the target of that truth crucified him for it.
V) Three times on a psych hold, and you get removed from society in perpetuity. One violent offense, where any injuries occur, same deal. Off to Shutter Island, for life. If someone is too crazy to live peaceably, they're too crazy to be in society. This isn't hard to understand. (Califrutopia has a number of suitable large offshore islands inhabited only by goats.) They're too far to swim from, the water temp would kill any attempt, and there are no trees to make rafts or canoes. Once they get dropped there, they stay there. In perpetuity. No rules. They can run around naked, chase butterflies, weave baskets, jump off the cliffs, or drown: IDGAF. Fly over and kick out crates of meals once a week or once a month. Do a health clinic monthly. No limits on charity and supply shipments in. But the days of meth-head batshit crazy people running in traffic, attacking people, shooting up drugs, and shitting everywhere, while decent folks are locked behind barred windows, are over. Families are free to care for relatives themselves, or they can be put back into mental hospitals until they get better (which, in every case, is never). But three times when you've gone so barking mad that it becomes an issue for the authorities, and your free-to-roam-in-society privilege is revoked for life. No more bullshit. Gone.
VI) And any doctor or judge, or both, opining or ruling a formerly insane person is now sane, is automatically obligated to take in such person in their own home, for a year each, before they are set at liberty in society. Skin in the game, bitches. If they're not sane enough to sleep down the hall from you, they're not sane enough to set loose in my neighborhood either, are they??
VII) Any judge at any level ruling against this in any respect gets a homeless shelter erected next door to his/her house, by law, and 100 homeless residents, and billed for all the blowback that follows. (That's assuming they survive the tar-and-featherings - or worse - that will inevitably follow, courtesy of their friends and immediate neighbors. The natural check and balance on a rogue judiciary was always meant to be The People, and not just in the jury box. The black-robed assholes who think they're immune to the consequences of their rulings are going to find out what that looks like, good and hard, if they don't wise up pretty damned quick.)
The cost of all this? A literal fraction of what we squander annually mollycoddling illegal aliens, the violent insane, drug addicts, drunks, and various other wastes of skin from 49 other states, 7 territories, and 191 other countries. Any country that bitches whines or moans about this treatment gets ALL of their native fuckups back, in one lump shipment. At bayonet-point, if necessary. Starting with Mexico. And y'all can have your toothless banjo-playing kinfolk the same way. Freight trains run both ways, and it's past time you got your relatives back and owned up to your responsibilities.
None of that will ever happen here under the current lunatics running the asylum, so it's likelier that when the common working-class people have finally had enough, there'll be a renaissance of Committees of Vigilance, and a Purge.
I'm okay with that too, but I'd rather do this non-violently, and lawfully.
One way or another, though, it's going to happen, because Califrutopia is so far past broke we can't even see it in the rear-view mirror with a telescope, and what cannot continue, will not. People foolishly think cities will shrivel up and die when that happens, contrary to all evidence from written history.
No, it won't be like that, but the stacks of corpses of the lumpenproletariat who'll stoke the bonfires will be visible for miles, come the day. And any "homeless advocates" are likely to end up on the same pyre, without a second thought.
And the Grapes of Wrath is going to take on a whole new meaning when the vintage comes ripe for bottling. Mark my words.
So, a little while ago, we rolled past another million visits. Took us about 6 months since the last time. In perspective, more people have been here than will probably watch MSNBC all year. For Rush, Instapundit, Drudge, etc., this is just the afternoon's hits on a slow day.
But for this little curbside lemon stand blog, we remain somewhat astonished, and humbled. Thanks for dropping by.
Not counting the news outlets or websites along the full range of accuracy and veracity, I follow 10 or so actual individuals' handwritten blogs. Looking them over, 8 of the 10 are current serving or former military and 4 of those 8 are some variation of high-speed low-drag elite forces ninjas. And 2 are cops. So in other words, the same folks I trusted in the military not to wet the bed, sh*t themselves, or otherwise run around like headless Nancys, are the same folks I trust on the interwebz, for demonstrating pretty much the same trustworthiness and circumspectly responsible behavior. Color me shocked.
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