Sunday, February 20, 2022

Watch Out, Turdoo; This Is How It Started For Louis XVIth

 


In response to the RCMP trampling a little old lady, protesters in Ottawa are now building barricades in the streets. They aren't going away, and they're clearly not afraid of the RCMP Turdooligan thugs.


When governments talk, the people listen. When the People talk, governments wet their pants. As Turdoo is doing, with hourly squirts.

It wasn't supposed to go this way; the mobs were to be quelled, and respect his dictatorial authoritah. Instead, they're collectively giving him the finger, and asking him, "Is trampling crippled grannies all you've got??"

This is not what knuckling under to tyranny is supposed to look like, to the consternation of jack-booted thugs in the RCMP, who haven't thought ahead to their lot after the Turdoo dictatorship falls.

It becomes a short step for protesters to go from barricades to more strident resistance. They're daring TPTB to push them over the line, and they're putting their asses on the line to do it, against a regime out of legitimacy, RCMP thug enforcers running out of options (short of outright openly and deliberately killing people, and they've only just missed that, despite their best efforts to do it), and against a dictator out of control.

And yet again, this isn't "playing in the streets", unlike LARPing efforts down here in the recent past. Antifa isn't showing up to mess with them, and every day they're there, they're not hauling goods, the government can't function, and Turdoo is running out of Depends. They win every day they don't lose, and after Friday, most of sane Canada has now seen the mask pulled off a brutal, repressive communist dictatorship under which they didn't know they lived.










TPTB keep talking about a "crackdown".











The response on the ground seems to sound suspiciously like 

"BFYTW, eh?"


1984 turns 38

 

via Tom Luongo




Josef Stalin Has Updated His Boot-In-The-Facebook Page

 h/t The Bee



Sunday Music: For What It's Worth

 

Buffalo Springfield's earconic protest song from 1967, which gave us the last 2/3rds of Crosby, Stills, and Nash, and an anthem which not only stands the test of time, but rings true as recently as Friday in Ottawa.

Shame on Turdoo and the Canuckistani Pigs *spit* for living up to every jackbooted thug meme in modern history in just one day, and continuing the perpetual relevance of this classic tune yet again.

Saturday, February 19, 2022

Canadian COSPLAY Stormtroopers: May The Farce be With You

 

Kick her ass, sturmabteilung! She might have her dentures in!


99:1 the entire RCMP shits their pants the minute Canadians start shooting back.

























D.C., if you're listening in:

Try that approach here, and it'll likely be open season on the lot of you, in 0.2 seconds.
Bring on the pink-haired 69th Transectional Dildo Brigade.
They'll become a supply point, not an oppression asset.
People here outnumber your combined forces 200:1. I like our odds.
And f**k non-violence. You had your bite at that apple. People here are ready to take scalps. [Hint: not metaphorical ones.] Capt. Parker's words come to mind: "If you mean to have a war, let it begin here."

But if you must play, bring your best weapons early.
Our side needs to level up on machine guns and grenade launchers. 
Most of us already know how to use them, and have for 10, 20, 40 years, and more.
We were taught by the best, and those drills yet live in our minds and fingers.
You can spend your declining days (trust me, it'll be days for you lot, not years) being Hans Gruber in this morality play, if you like.

"Yippie kay yay, m*****f****r!"

A Reminder To Herr Maple Führer About Unintended Consequences

 

A lesson ignored at one's own peril.







Achievment: Unlocked!









And to the Left's PR wing, at ABCBCNNBCBS:

You've forgotten your duty. Count on being remembered
when the gibbets are going up.

Citizens of Canada: You now live in the People's Democratic Republic
of Canuckistan. It is a communist dictatorship. You'll have to either
rise up against it, or flee with all dispatch. There is no third option.


World's Best Granny Tramplers

 


Zu Befehl, Herr Maple Führer

 



Right you are, Dudley! Charge!


Turdoo's Ceauçescu Moment

 

Behold the epitome of reasonableness. 









Boxcar rides, konzentrationslagers, and showers in 3, 2,...

What, you're surprised at that?!?


This only ends in a hail of bullets.


Swiftly, peradventure.


Alles Ist En Ordnung, Herr Maple Führer

 

People who trample little old ladies and your civil rights
never had your best interests in mind, at any point.


Trample this, bitchez.


In Lieu Of Eye Bleach

















In what will assuredly not be a regular feature around here, and solely to cleanse the palate, and wash away the foul aftertaste of seeing your current deputy undersecretary of Spent Fuel and Waste Disposition from the Office Of Nuclear Energy in all its festering hideous glory, we present for your enjoyment model, author, and fashion designer Dita Von Teese (aka Heather Renée Sweet). Formerly from Rochester, MI, currently from Hollywood, and doubtless starring in a few million men's dreams, still looking ageless here at 38 on the left, her current 49 on the right, and timeless for, well...ever.

In the words of Tony Stark, "I want one."

This is what an actual woman should look like posing on a red carpet. At least, if you go in for the utterly stunning sort of look. Rumor has it she has a portrait of herself that looks like absolute hell, and if I ever get invited over to her place, I promise I'll let you know for sure. Eventually.

Dita, unlike the offending post subject from yesterday, is all woman (sadly, we have no firsthand experience to testify to that fact). This is all of her we're showing you, because this isn't a porn site, not even soft-core, and frankly, the vision above ought to be enough for any ten red-blooded males. Besides, if you want to see more of her, she isn't hard to find on the internet, in all her glory. And that's all we'll have to say about that.

Any woman of 49 who can make Marilyn Monroe in her prime look like an ugly duckling is okay in our book. Much as I'd love a solid gold falcon encrusted with precious jewels, Sam Spade was wrong: this is the stuff dreams are made of.

You're welcome.

Friday, February 18, 2022

Canadian Bacon

 

There is no functional difference between riding over
people with horses, and grinding them under tank
treads. Which even the ChiComs didn't do.




Turdoo and his jack-booted thugs have graduated from trampling rights to trampling unarmed handicapped non-violent protesters.
Well played, reichsführer und geheime staatzspolizei.
Turdoo and his Turdooligans now have a casualty count.

That was their "freebie". Hope it was worth it. Especially if it's paid back tenfold.

Every member of that mounted unit deserves to be hunted down and killed on sight.
Pour encourager les autres.

What the people of Canada will actually do to their Canuckistani overlords remains to be seen.

The only police in Canada who deserve any dispensation from the populace are those who resign in disgust over this, immediately.
Anyone of them who stays now is part of the rent-seeking "just following orders" crowd, and deserves everything they get from here on out. Coast to coast, from the border to the North Pole. Hopefully to include Nuremburg-like show trials at some point, and fine public hangings, in batches.

If Turdoo was looking for a quick way to turn most of the population of his country into Irish Catholics in Belfast, he may have found just the way to do it.

Now he can reap the whirlwind. And in a just universe, swing by the neck in that breeze.
Sooner, rather than later.

And D.C. should pay attention. Unlike Canadians, those of us south of that border are not known particularly for either our tolerance, patience, or pacifism. 

Ingenuity, on the other hand...



The Turdooligans Come Up To Bat

 

"Just following orders..."





















Turdoo has elected to "let the peasants eat cake."

Because nothing says "legitimate government" like clubbing and arresting middle-aged men, women, and children.  And trampling crippled grannies to death with horses puts Canuckistani cops in a league even beyond the actual Gestapo, KGB, or the ChiComs at Tiananmen Square. (Mayor Daley and Bull Connor say "Hi!")

Turdoo is also about to find out Canada isn't China, and he will not be able to memory-hole what goes on there. But he can take a regional problem, and make it an international one, at the speed of electrons.

The next innings won't be to his liking. And then it gets a lot worse.

And The Hits Just Keep On Coming...

from comments



Nothing Left To Lose

 





























From the "Not Enough Eye Bleach In The World..." category.

This is the current banana republic, in all its splendor.
(For those who haven't been paying attention, that Thing above looking like a walking rectal  abscess is Samuel Brinton, the transfruitcake recently nominated to an under secretary-level position in the Department of Energy, in charge of nuclear waste. Apparently due to his experience in drinking it. Yes, it's gotten that bad in D.C., and we're only a year into the Banana Republic. I can hardly wait to see how bad it gets to be in three more years.)

If you haven't read Gibbon's Rise And Fall Of The Roman Empire in awhile, you'd best brush it off and bone up. It's a rough road from here to the Visigoths.

Who Run Bartertown Now??


 









Anonymous Commenter thought this was more "playing in the streets".

Au contraire.

Truckers aren't playing.
They understand this the minute they set out.

Every day they're convoying, or sitting parked, they're not hauling anything, anywhere.
That's a weapon, a tactic, and a strategy. There's only so many of them, and they can't be shat out like bad tacos whenever you want more.

"Public humiliation and beatdown" from three-letter agencies?
It is to laugh!
Point a loaded pistol at your own junk, and tell me to get back to work, or you'll pull the trigger.
Go ahead on. I'll wait right here.
Tell me how that turns out.

Freezing them out of fuel?
Same thing, on steroids.
You can't strategically and surgically cut off fuel like that anywhere.
(BTW, who hauls and delivers all that fuel? And you figure that oil companies are going to sit still in dotGov's pocket while you try that? As if this banana republic couldn't fuck up a crowbar in a sand pile if they tried to organize that? Let me know when the penny drops.)

The dotGov cannot afford any Boston Massacre/Waco moments. That would be the trigger that unleashes the hellstorm, coast-to-coast, simultaneously. And you can never stop the signal.

This is exactly the swordpoint pointed at government's throat that they can't fight, they can't ignore, and against which they're ultimately powerless to take action without cutting their own throat.

Truckers are not playing, from the moment they set out to do this, and they can accomplish more pain without firing a shot than all the dopey rallies could, combined, even if they'd all showed up with guns blazing.

This is how you bring a rogue regime to its knees without firing a shot.

DotGov can surrender. Or unleash open conflict, which invites everyone to play.
There will be no status quo ante to this party.

And that's what scares hell out of TPTB.
It's their own Kobayashi Maru scenario.
And they're going to fail, in an epic way.


UPDATE: For those who still can't grasp this situation, allow me to explain further.

The Jesus Nut

No, this has nothing to do with religious zeal.

Back in the day, one of the multiple howitzers I was expert on was the M114 Tub O' Shit, a WWII relic, 6+ tons of dogface- and Marine-proof hardware, fondly known as "The Pig" (because it was ostensibly made of simple pig iron, but really just steel. It was, however, a cast-iron bitch to move any which way, and ate rounds like a pig, hence much better nickname reasons). Atop this beast were large nuts, which held the recoil system together under formidable pressure, both when firing and at rest. They were known as the Jesus Nuts. Because "If it comes loose, you better start talking to Jesus." Helicopters have similar items, and for similar reasons, I am given to understand.

So do societies.

Truckers - everywhere, at this point - have twigged to the fact that they are one of the Jesus Nuts holding society together. Single Points Of Failure.

Robert Gore (h/t WRSA) breaks it down for you in magnificent depth: RTWT.

This isn't a movement. It's an avalanche.
It's far too late for the tyrants to vote, let alone the pebbles.

In The Dictionary Under "Strategic Miscalculation"...


















Anybody who was paying attention to Afghanistan last year wants no part of depending on the U.S. these days.  Best STFU, and try to look unappetizing.