Friday, October 19, 2018

Plop Plop Fizz Fizz

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Sabo: Prank Demigod






























Oh, yes it is!














Here's your order of Mad Maxine's @$$ on a platter. With a side of collateral damage.

What Rules?

h/t Kenny























Write this bit of wisdom on your hand if you're inclined to forget.

Eighty Years Old And Still Harder Than Woodpecker Lips




For actions 50 years ago this past January.

The President of the United States of America, authorized by Act of Congress, March 3, 1863, has awarded in the name of Congress the Medal of Honor to
GUNNERY SERGEANT
JOHN CANLEY
UNITED STATES MARINE CORPS
The President of the United States of America takes pleasure in presenting the Medal of Honor to Gunnery Sergeant John L. Canley (MCSN: 1455946), United States Marine Corps, for extraordinary heroism while serving as Company Gunnery Sergeant of Company A, First Battalion, First Marines, FIRST Marine Division (Reinforced), Fleet Marine Force, during operations against the enemy in the Republic of Vietnam from 31 January to 6 February 1968. On 31 January, when his company came under a heavy volume of enemy fire near the city of Hue, Gunnery Sergeant Canley rushed across the fire-swept terrain and carried several wounded Marines to safety. Later, with the company commander seriously wounded, Gunnery Sergeant Canley assumed command and immediately reorganized his scattered Marines, moving from one group to another to advise and encourage his men. Although sustaining shrapnel wounds during this period, he nonetheless established a base of fire which subsequently allowed the company to break through the enemy strongpoint. Retaining command of the company for the following three days, Gunnery Sergeant Canley on 4 February led his men into an enemy-occupied building in Hue. Despite fierce enemy resistance, he succeeded in gaining a position immediately above the enemy strongpoint and dropped a large satchel charge into the position, personally accounting for numerous enemy killed, and forcing the others to vacate the building. On 6 February, when his unit sustained numerous casualties while attempting to capture a government building, Gunnery Sergeant Canley lent words of encouragement to his men and exhorted them to greater efforts as they drove the enemy from its fortified emplacement. Although wounded once again during this action, on two occasions he leaped a wall in full view of the enemy, picked up casualties, and carried them to covered positions. By his dynamic leadership, courage, and selfless dedication, Gunnery Sergeant Canley contributed greatly to the accomplishment of his company's mission and upheld the highest traditions of the Marine Corps and of the United States Naval Service.

Stand up when he passes; this is a MAN.





Oh, and BTW, here's the Sergeant, Alfredo Cantu Gonzalez, whose bravery was witnessed by Canley in the same action, and Canley's witness statement was the basis for the same award at the same time:
Rank and organization: Sergeant, U.S. Marine Corps, Company A, 1st Battalion, 1st Marines, 1st Marine Division (Rein), FMF.
Place and date: Near Thua Thien, Republic of Vietnam, 4 February 1968.
Entered service at: San Antonio, Tex. Born: 23 May 1946, Edinburg Tex.  
Citation:
For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty while serving as platoon commander, 3d Platoon, Company A. On 31 January 1968, during the initial phase of Operation Hue City, Sgt. Gonzalez' unit was formed as a reaction force and deployed to Hue to relieve the pressure on the beleaguered city. While moving by truck convoy along Route No. 1, near the village of Lang Van Lrong, the Marines received a heavy volume of enemy fire. Sgt. Gonzalez aggressively maneuvered the Marines in his platoon, and directed their fire until the area was cleared of snipers. Immediately after crossing a river south of Hue, the column was again hit by intense enemy fire. One of the Marines on top of a tank was wounded and fell to the ground in an exposed position. With complete disregard for his safety, Sgt. Gonzalez ran through the fire-swept area to the assistance of his injured comrade. He lifted him up and though receiving fragmentation wounds during the rescue, he carried the wounded Marine to a covered position for treatment. Due to the increased volume and accuracy of enemy fire from a fortified machine gun bunker on the side of the road, the company was temporarily halted. Realizing the gravity of the situation, Sgt. Gonzalez exposed himself to the enemy fire and moved his platoon along the east side of a bordering rice paddy to a dike directly across from the bunker. Though fully aware of the danger involved, he moved to the fire-swept road and destroyed the hostile position with hand grenades. Although seriously wounded again on 3 February, he steadfastly refused medical treatment and continued to supervise his men and lead the attack. On 4 February, the enemy had again pinned the company down, inflicting heavy casualties with automatic weapons and rocket fire. Sgt. Gonzalez, utilizing a number of light antitank assault weapons, fearlessly moved from position to position firing numerous rounds at the heavily fortified enemy emplacements. He successfully knocked out a rocket position and suppressed much of the enemy fire before falling mortally wounded. The heroism, courage, and dynamic leadership displayed by Sgt. Gonzalez reflected great credit upon himself and the Marine Corps, and were in keeping with the highest traditions of the U.S. Naval Service. He gallantly gave his life for his country.
 A sergeant as platoon commander, and a gunny as company commander; you do the math on that, especially those with prior service who can figure out how many officers and NCOs were taken out above them for that to happen. Gonzalez was 21, and Canley an old man of 30 when this happened. And these guys kept right on going, like they do.

Thursday, October 18, 2018

Brother From Another Mother



Brad Upton.

Never heard of him before five minutes ago.

Now I'm wondering what the hell he's doing inside my head.
"Our parents let us play with guns, knives, and fireworks. Know what happened to the stupid kids? They didn't make it!"
One correction though:
Twenty-somethings aren't the stupidest people alive.
Their parents from the '90s, and their grandparents from the late '60/early'70s are.

Three generations of dipshits is a tough genetic lottery current for one generation of jackholes to buck, all on their own.
And "help" from their family is the problem, not the solution.

Yippie Kay Yay




















It took approx. eight years to get to 1M views. It took 12 months for the next million.
Happened to notice on the odometer today we rolled over the 0s again, sometime in the last half hour. It's taken 9 1/2 months for the third million looks. Perhaps we're getting the hang of this.

I appreciate the links, looks, and comments.

Thanks for stopping by.

UPDATE:
Would whoever just gave this blog 5K hits in the last 15 minutes without a source link tell me how you did that?

Because I could monetize this bitch, and retire next week.
It's like someone told China to look at this blog all of a sudden.
I usually only get that kind of response when I get linked on Instapundit or Tam's.

Vegas Shooting: Still Fishy As Hell















Over a year after the shooting by person or persons still unknown to the public killed and wounded more people than any firearms attack on American soil since the Civil War, and the BS and unanswered questions remain piled higher than the roof of the Mandalay Bay Resort:








"The intelligence report obtained by BLP, part of a series compiled by former high-level United States intelligence officers, confirms that Paddock was at his home in Mesquite when the noise complaints were made:
The report mentions this fact in passing. It mainly focuses on Google searches made from one of Paddock’s laptops that was in room 32-135 at the time.
Who specifically made the noise complaints remains a mystery.  
The Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department has concluded that Paddock acted alone, and no information about guests in his suite has ever been released despite a bevy of evidence that there were multiple people there before, and potentially even during the shooting."
Yet again:

Paddock was a patsy, and was probably the first person shot, and before the subsequent volleys of gunfire raked the attendees at the concert grounds across the street.

If unknown persons were staying in the suite overnight, and making multiple noise complaints, at times when Paddock was 100 miles away, one would expect they were likely suspects in the shootings, and the reason he was found dead, rather than fairytales about his mysterious involvement in something he'd expressed no desire to accomplish, and his lack of resistance to the police entering the suite.

All of which, along with missing computer drives and such, is instantly unraveled by additional persons in the suite doing the shooting, as has always been suspected. But if you unveil that truth, the go-to made up fairytale story crumbles into dust.

And the FBI probably has an excellent idea of exactly who was involved, but it's either their own people, and their op gone sideways, or the CIAs (Paddock's "gf" was a listed FBI employee, a fact the FBI probably knew at the time of the shooting or within minutes afterwards), and is being smothered in the crib to avoid official embarrassment on the magnitude of the Fast & Furious scandal. 

Absolutely Correct

h/t Ninety Miles From Tyranny

Technology "Killing" Jobs? NEVER.

h/t SiG


SiG had a post.
He noted some folks might think technology and "robots" would cut into jobs.
But he himself was skeptical.
Let me drive an oaken stake through that idea, and then nuke it from orbit, just to be safe.

Yeah, not so much.

1) That's not a "robot", it's simply a machine that can do 1 or 3 human-y things whilst being flung through the air. You've basically given the stunt doubles their own stunt doubles.

2) Some reality from 20+ years behind the camera:
A 20-40 person team of construction grips built the contraptions for that set up, over several days. Possibly even several different teams.
Another 5-10 are standing by for the actual shot.
4-5 electricians lighted it.
Another 6-10 SFX personnel operated the mechanical stunt dummy (not "robot").
It took 10 more to build it. And probably for months, and probably the 4-10 other ones, for when that one gets broken, fails, or just shits the bed. (Read the behind-the-scenes on Jaws and the "revolutionary" mechanical shark sometime.)
You had a crane operator pulling down $100/hr. Maybe 2-3.
Throw in security guards, 3-6, 24/7, just to watch the site.
2-5 person camera crew per camera filming that.
(And 1-4 cameras, including maybe even a remote GoPro type inside the maquette's head.)
Director.
Assistant director.
A couple of production assistants.
A medic for that off-site crew.
Wardrobe person and assistant, as needed, if you put so much as a hat or shoes on it.
5-20 additional personnel for miscellany I'm not even thinking of.
10-500 CG, editing, etc. persons for post-production.
Accounting, payroll, Teamster drivers, craft service, etc. etc. etc.
And the 50-200 employees at the companies that rented the production everything from soup to nuts to bolts to every last damned thing you saw in every shot, forever, plus the people that originally built it.

And the people at the supermarkets, stores, gas stations, restaurants, and landlords where those people spend their paychecks every week.

{Bonus: See if you can guess why I get pissy as hell when mega-jackhole fucktard state governments (Ahnuld, Moonbeam, and the entire CA state legislature et al, call your offices) let motion picture and television productions slip away to BFEgypt, or force them to because of taxes, because they can't figure out that the entertainment business is a trillion dollar industry in America, and a virtual license to print money here, forever. Which is a rant for another time.}

In short, your animatronic dummy, for a single 5 second shot, employed over 100 people for weeks to months, and possibly five times that many, some for half a year.

Yeah, "robots" are taking over Hollywood jobs.
NOT.
(So, ask yourself, did the robot shark in Jaws create less jobs at Universal from 1976-present, or more...? I'll wait.)

I spent most of a week, with a 50-person crew doing CGI for Matrix II and III, just to get reference film for CGI use, with 40+ of us at 35,000', doing zero-G Vomit Comet dives, two hops a day, just for background stunts. It included Keanu Reeve's stunt double (his spitting image, BTW, a total professional and one helluva nice guy all around, and the current director of John Wick and John Wick II, along with about a dozen Mandarin-speaking stunt guys who'd just done Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon , so that we could do Neo vs. Kung Fu fight action shots in zero-frickin-gravity for the sequels). So we sent the stunt guy employment numbers literally to 35K', before production even officially started, on those movies alone. You're welcome. Oh, and $420M gross returns, so I think the FX budget paid for itself.

Absolute most fun I ever had at work in Hollywood, and they paid us to do astronaut training NASA used to spend millions of dollars to conduct. (Our entire air crew were former NASA Vomit Comet pilots and flight crew.) And that gig didn't exist in Hollywood from 1900-1998 or so.

And the company that was starting from scratch that week? The one that only existed because Fat Bill was downsizing NASA? They seem to be doing pretty damned well too, and now have multiple aircraft and employ another bunch of people, nearly twenty years later. I was supposed to go on their next L.A.-area flight after the movie work. On 9/15/2001. 9/11 kind of put a crimp in that plan, dammit. (Ray: I'll still fly with you guys anytime, anywhere.) They're now getting $5K a head for a single hop, retail, in a business that didn't exist before they started it.

(Two tips if you ever go up with them (and if you can, you should) straight from me, and the Medical Director of NASA at the time:
1) Dramamine pre-flight. Period.
2) Don't turn your head in the transition from gravity to zero-G, or you'll be puking for days.
Do not question this expertise. You'll pay for it.)

Robotic stunt dummies?

You just tripled production costs, and employed another 100 people, on any movie they're used on, forever.

Please, invent MORE; IATSE and SAG will cream their pants and buy you steak & lobster dinners, forever. And the stunt guys will soak up the easy gigs, and they'll save the spendy machines for the stupid-dangerous dumbshit for productions with more money than brains. So no more jumping off 500' dams, or dangling from cables to get into blown-open 747 cockpits. Boo frickin' hoo.

Back in the day, the pocket-protector dorks promised that "computers would reduce paper records" too.

I doodled and drew for 18 years of growing up on just the reams of discarded paper that they "reduced" for my mom's accounting position with a Fortune 50 company. (This was back before there was an entire industry to store, shred, and recycle it, that didn't exist in 1970 in any way whatsoever.)
And the reduction in a handful of accounting staff was offset by the addition of hundreds to eventually hundreds of thousands of what we now refer to as "IT staff", from programmers to sysops, times infinity.

Job reduction?
Well-played.

Telling me tech is going to reduce jobs is like telling me lawyers will reduce lawsuits.

Stop, you're killing me, and my sides hurt.

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Meuller's November Surprise




1024: National Fake Ancestry Day

























Boys and Girls, a week from today is October 24th.
I.e., 10/24.

And in honor of Sen. Eliabeth Warren's 1/1024 sort-of-mestizo non-Indian DNA, and of her standing as the fakest non-Indian to ever spin a line of malarkey, I hereby declare next Wednesday, 10/24

National Fake Ancestry Day

There have been many, many varieties of fake ancestry:
the Jewish extras in western movies in days of yore from the Schmohawk Tribe;
Iron Eyes Cody, a full-blooded Italian redskin;
Rachel Dolezal's fake black narrative:
and of course, we've all known millions of male lesbians: men who love women, but are trapped living in a man's body.

But they all pale(face) into obscurity compared to the current reigning Indian Princess from Taxachussetts, who hasn't learned the lesson of Mike Dukakis:

Voters don't elect dumbass pretenders from the Bay State as president anymore.

So next Wednesday, bring out the memes, and honor this unsurpassed fraud, who's not only lied her ass off, but is now trying to double and treble down on the lie, and thinks that it'll actually work for her.

To kick things off, I bring you:





















You've got a week's time to make or find even better.
All entries will be judged, and first place winner receives a wooden nickel.
Second place is a wooden nickel autographed by Princess Fullabull.
Honest Injun.

Get out there and have fun with this.
Help me break the Internet...off in her @$$.

Trump Monkey






Okay, I'll Play...































#Me1/1024

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

FYI

























I'm not churning out much, because there's nothing much I can see to care about.

Overall, if I had to guess, I think it's because Trump has finally broken the Leftards.
Over his knee.

It's worth remembering that no matter how much fun you're having, there comes a time when the squirrels, prairie dogs, or feral hogs, you've been plinking like tin cans, finally get to an absolute survival/extinction point, that the few remaining no longer wish to stick up their heads, because they've seen their fellows' heads go all 'splodey, and somehow they realize that "stick head up" =  "head 'splode".

What's happening now is just the everyday chicken-droppings, but nothing about which it's worth getting even a keyboard lather going.

I think we've hit the point where .22 ammo remaining is greater than the sum of squirrels remaining.

But as a realist, rather than optimist or pessimist, I know eventually something will piss me off enough any minute to be worth unloading on.

Enjoy the pause in Peak Stupid that's been running like Niagara Falls lately, and load you some magazines - metaphorically or actually - for later on.

Sunday, October 14, 2018

Guess Who's Coming To Dinner?

h/t Mike


"Fat, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life, bitch." - Dean Wormer, Jr.





















Cold Fury pulls an excerpt from The Other McCain, both of them riffing off a closing quote from Vodkapundit himself, Stephen Green:
"It is not the case that America’s politics have become more divisive because the Republican Party has moved further right. Liberal pundits, commenting from within their ideological cocoons, habitually apply labels — “far right,” “extremist,” “white nationalist,” etc. — to depict the GOP as beholden to a dangerous fringe, but this is just paranoid propaganda. The typical Republican voter in 2018 is actually no more “extreme” than his father was in 1988. Nor is the policy agenda of the GOP now any more “far right” than it was in the presidency of Ronald Reagan. The cause of the increased partisan divide is not that the Republicans have moved right, but that Democrats have moved left.  
Polls indicate that the Democrats’ advantage in the generic congressional ballot is holding firm around 7 or 8 points. Why? 
Democrats are now the party of TrigglyPuff, of angry college girls driven to fits of insanity."
Easy:

1) Polls are undiluted horsecrap, as our would-be Democrat overlords found out a couple of Novembers ago:
     a) because their flawed mathematical models are skewed to lie to us on purpose
     b) because everyone lies to pollsters on general principle in response to "a".

2) I haven't moved an inch from where I was politically in 1980. But what was center-right then is now mutant alien extreme Right in 2018. And, naturally, those to the right of me then are the "even more radical fringe" Right. This isn't because of the rise of the KKK, much as the would be klansmen would like to imagine.

It's because the Left has been running like a bat out of hell to their own left, to out-Mao Mao, and make Che and Stalin into boring conservative leftists by comparison.

They think if they pile enough Trigglypuffs on the political teeter-totter, we'll all have to slide to their end.

Well, they're correct.

What they don't realize is that when we do, it'll be to clean house with machetes and flamethrowers, and not to move in with them.

Bosnia, meet Rwanda.

When you force people to do things they don't want to do, they don't put on the BBQ guns and come over for a picnic.

They serve you your ass on a platter.

In a contest between the trailer park mafia and the fat-assed crazy catladies of a college town you'd do well to remember that NASCAR and bowling outdraws NPR and every Leftard cause ever invented for participation, by several orders of magnitude, every year since...ever.

So: Guess who's coming to dinner?

有趣的时代

























From elsewhere in the blogosphere, regarding this post:
"Mr. Aesop you make a number of good points. What are your thoughts if the republicans put a stomping on the left next month and conversely if the democrats give the republicans a drubbing? My uninformed guess is that both alternatives will embolden the left."

My 2¢:

The Kavanaugh debacle cost the Dems any chance of taking the Senate this November.

Barring a financial meltdown, or the president in a kiddie porn video, Trump is re-elected in 2020 in a walkaway.

All that leaves is the House.

The conventional wisdom and polling data say the Dems are going to pick up 10 House seats for sure next month, but whether they can flip the majority (23+ seats) is still an open question.

If they do, it's all impeachment and investigation, all the time.
Which will almost certainly lose them the House again in 2020.
(And FWIW, I consider trying to undo 2016 by impeaching Pres. Trump, like trying to undo the 2nd Amendment, to be an actual revolution-inducing act, in a kill-them-all-and-let-God-sort-them-out way. And not metaphorically. YMMV.)

If they don't get the House in the mid-terms, they've already turned the crazy up to "11", and they have nowhere left to go there, except actual, regular, political violence. I expect them to do that, because
a) they're really that stupid
b) they have no other choice
c) they lack the common sense or insight to recognize the result of that course of action beforehand, and lack the self control among their idiot minions to stop it anyway even if they wanted to.

That will be an extinction event for them, because the Right will declare open season on them, and the Moderates will sit back and watch approvingly.

Because once you yell "Play ball!" on killing your political opponents as a viable course of action, Americans have a long and distinguished history of shoving that bat right up your ass. And then, going after your family for good measure.

And both sides know that after the first killing, all the rest are effectively free, so this promises to be a short but ugly spasm of violence. To start.

After that, any bets or prognostications enter a fogbank of epic proportions, because once you uncork that genie, things will get out of hand and we'll all be lucky to live through this, as Fred Thompson warned us.



That's it in a nutshell.

The Leftards have lost their minds.
Before they can regain their senses, you're going to have to get their attention first.
The only thing that will do that, amounts to large numbers (Antietam/Gettysburg-large, not 9/11-large) of them stacked up like cordwood, or hanging from lamp posts.

And those who receive exactly that will be the most confused and surprised at the sudden change of fortune.

But I think we've gone beyond the point where anything lesser will avail.

They don't have the sense to back off, and they have too much momentum to back down. Even if the lemmings at the front of the pack stop, the ones in the back will just slam into the herd until they all go over the cliff anyways.

Plan for that, but hope I'm totally wrong, and the Lefttards suddenly discover how to suck it up and deal with reality.

(Personally, if I miss this by a country mile - in a good way - I couldn't be happier.)

Your wild-ass guesses, no matter how outlandish, are welcome in Comments.
Zombies and space aliens are off limits, but pretty much anything else can be argued into play.






(Oh, the Masthead Title? Chinese curse: "May you live in ___________ _____.")

Saturday, October 13, 2018

Caturday


Days Of Yawn


















I have been pointed in Comments to note the article at Kenny's blog regarding the "Days of Rage". Hot tip: I saw it when he posted it, and I saw the original some time back.

My overwhelming response to the whole tale, both times:

Yawn.

1) Some of us don't need second- and third-hand recollections for the period in question. The rest of you Baby Ducks, for whom every day is a whole new world to you, pay attention.

2) "over nineteen hundred domestic bombings in 1972" works out to one per state, every 10 days.
In reality, it works out to five or six in about five states, and none in the other 45, for months on end, or all year. And "bombings" includes everything from fireworks to actual bombs. Nota bene they don't talk about the actual body count, which probably approached single digits that year. Non-shocker: Even the author admits it was a lot of gas, but little danger. (Oh, look: I nailed it without even looking it up: total terrorist deaths in the US in 1972: ZERO . Exactly like Mr. Spock, my wild guesses are more accurate than most people's "facts".)

3) We had 54,589 traffic fatalities nationwide that same year, IOW nearly twenty-nine times the incidence of bombings, and yet
a) I never saw one of those anywhere that entire year, even amidst the most car-centric and second largest city in America, and
b) civilization did not slip into the abyss at any point, and the nation rejected Leftism by a landslide at the polls.

4) In the same year, there were about 200 meteorite impacts and 22,000,000 lightning strikes in the USA, both incidents being far more destructive on average than the "bombings" whereof the author speaks, yet the fatalities total for both was about 50 people.

5) I'm not 100% positive, but IIRC, there was some sort of minor fuss going on at the time in question, all student draft deferments had been cancelled, and the draft was taking about 50,000 formerly-deferred collegiate Special Snowflakes for the business-end of Uncle Sam's Foreign Policy Division, which was going to seriously cut into peace, love, and dope for large swaths of those who regarded their asses as some kind of too-special-too-risk. When last I looked, there is no such similar event now, nor have we had a draft since 1973, some 45 years ago, a time for most readers that is before they were even born, and thus a thing worthy of about as much note as dinosaurs, the invention of the wheel, or trench warfare at Verdun.

So take a breath, and calm the fuck down.

Figures don't lie, but liars figure. And 1972 (nor any other "days of rage" from 1965-1975, inclusive) was not The Apocalypse. But calling it Days Of Hissyfit Hippies won't sell many books, right?

The Left in those days was homicidal, yes.
They were also the Lunatic Left, then as now.
About half were killed or jailed by the authorities, and the other half went into hiding for decades.

And as a rule, they only messed with Big Corporate Entities, and The Man, because ordinary folks would have simply shot their ass, and walked away without a care, knowing they'd have done society a service.

So it's fair to observe that having that much common sense, the average Leftard Lunatic in 1972 was 20-30 IQ points ahead of his modern cousins, right off the bat.

This doesn't bode well for the chances of the current crop of historically illiterate Common Core grads, sucking around for a faceful of buckshot as they unquestionably are.

But they will get their wishes fulfilled, and go out with a surprised look - on the half of their face remaining afterwards.

I'm trying to get worked up over that, but I can't even...

In fact, the hardest part is trying to curb my enthusiasm.
Just saying.

I Gandhiven Imagine It


















 


Double bonus: Democrat cops beating Democrat hippies!
















So...tell me again what we're missing out on...?

Der Scheisskopf

























Just another little misunderstood Ugly Sister lunatic, looking for a little lebensraum.
And a few hundred million in loo$e ca$h.