Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Man-Bashers: Go F--- Yourselves

From Dick's stepping on theirs, to twenty other companies, we've seen business after business crap on themselves and blow off all their toes to join the SJW jackhole crusade.

I've been shaving with Gillette razors since...ever.

I'm still rocking a pair of Atra handles I've had since Carter was president, and I can still find the 2-blade refills for them, without needing the newest 87-blade contraption.
(If anybody wants them, they're now in the dumpster out back.)

Then the infamous recent Gillette "F**k Men" ad came out.

Because nothing wows your customer base like crapping on their heads and scolding them for something they didn't do.

I just got home with two new Harry's Razors, and two boxes of refill blades.
And the guy at the knife shop has a fine election of single-bladed straight razors.

Gillette is dead to me. I need them like fish need bicycles.

All y'all can do whatever you want.
I hope the corporate ninnies who okayed this nonsense take some Procter & Gamble pussypants corporate SJW VP out behind Wall Street, and shoot him in the face.

It'll still be too late.

And since I'm not watching the NFL the last couple of years, I don't have to worry about seeing these sorts of jackassical ads either.

How's that for cutting close to the skin, @$$holes?

Get woke. Go broke.

Sunday, January 13, 2019

Can You Do This?

h/t Weasel Zippers

Sergeant. 20 years old. Ink pen. And big clanking steel balls.

Looks like somebody was paying attention in the Buddy Aid training periods:

 (FT BLISS, TX) Sgt. Trey Troney was making his way home to Raleigh, Mississippi, from Fort Bliss, Texas, for a holiday break when he happened upon a crashed truck on the side of the highway in Sweetwater, according to a Wednesday release from the Army.
He found Jeff Udger slumped over the steering wheel, so with two other men who had also stopped to help, he pried the driver’s door open. Then the 20-year-old noncommissioned officer got to work.
“I was in a pair of jogging pants and a T-shirt on the side of a highway, and somebody’s life depended on me slightly knowing a little bit [about emergency medical care],”
First things first, he pulled off his own “Salute to Service” New Orleans Saints hooded sweatshirt and wrapped it around Udger’s head, to stanch a bleeding wound.
Then Troney realized that Udger’s left lung had collapsed. Back in his Jeep, he had some first aid supplies left over from 1st Stryker Brigade Combat Team, 1st Armored Division’s recent rotation at the National Training Center at Fort Irwin, California.
But the chest decompression needle in his kit wasn’t long enough to reach Uger’s lung and give it a chance to refill with air. But he did have a ballpoint pen on hand, so he pulled off the ends and dumped out the ink tube.
“I took the [needle] and put it right in the hole and kind of wiggled [the pen] in with my hand in between the ribs, and you just started to see the bubbles come out of the tip, and I was like, ‘OK, we’re good,’” Troney said.

This is the sort of thing for which the Army routinely awards the Soldier's Medal.
"Awarded to any person of the Armed Forces of the United States who, while serving in any capacity with the Army of the United States, distinguishes himself by heroism not involving conflict with an enemy."

There shouldn't be anyone in Troney's chain of command who should be anything less than proud to add their name to an endorsement for that award.

So...how are your  first aid skills? And what kind of med kit is riding shotgun in your vehicle right now?

It's a new year. Maybe time to go over any deficiencies in either area, and get that squared away today.

Now enjoy a little Sunday music:

Saturday, January 12, 2019

Yeah, About That "0 Miles" B.S....

h/t Conservative Treehouse

Once again proving that getting your information on what's going on at the actual border from Ann Coulter, living in NYFC, or the MSM, HQ'ed in NYFC, probably isn't the best way to keep up with what's actually happening on the border with effing Mexico.

So much for idiotic and jackassical "0 miles built" tweets.

We told you this months ago, but apparently the RNC has suddenly realized there was an information gap.

So as usual, you can believe ABCNNBCBS, and Ann Coulter's inaccurate whinging; or your lying eyes.

Dear Mr. President:

Please keep the non-essential parts of government shut down until Queen Alzheimers and Chuck U cough up another $5-10B for this wall. Even if it takes until 2021.

Having a border is what makes us a country, instead of the world's sucker.

The United States Of America

Friday, January 11, 2019

I Seem To Have Hit A Nerve...

God, how we miss this man. And this level of clarity about reality.

We posted someone else's brilliant rejoinder to the usual Boomer bashing that suffices for rational thought around the 'net, and you would have thought that the bare naked facts of historical reality would be enough to quell the usual Slacker rants about Boomers pretty conclusively.

We even remonstrated at length to the commenter in question, hoping against hope that the metaphorical light of truth would somehow eventually dawn in the darkened recesses yet unlit by wisdom or knowledge.

But there is nothing so unquenchable as the exact whiny sense of entitlement of the generation(s) who were raised thinking they were Special Snowflakes, and had even their soiled baby diapers hung on the refrigerator as art, because everything they did was magnificent.

The children of Lake Wobegone , "all of them above average", described by Garrison Keillor live on, as in this magnificent example:
"it's not my fault, I'm just taking the payments I'm owed from my childrens' taxes" has the same moral validity as "I was only following orders". You may recall how well that defense flew in a certain military tribunal. I know I'm just a dumb soft-headed millenial, but boomers went to school back when they taught math, and the problem of boomers not having enough kids to prop the system up should have been blindingly obvious all the way back when - even BEFORE Boomers decided to pillage the economy for their own benefit. Or was that back in the "greco-roman myth era" before YOU started paying attention?
When I held my firstborn for the first time I was overwhelmed with the gravitas of having complete responsibility for the future of my child. It was a gut punch like I've never had in my life before. I would willingly eat cat food - or go hungry - for the rest of my life to better the lives of my children. If you wouldn't that's a sad commentary on you as a human being. I'm making plans and investments right now to guarantee (as best as possible... the best laid plans and all that) a secure future for my children and the other children of my community, at the explicit cost of my "toy and luxury" fund. Meanwhile Boomers are reverse-mortgaging their houses to fund another lavish cruise or bigger RV so when they finally shuffle off this mortal coil there is nothing left for their kids. It makes me sick.

I know very well who built the transcontinental railway. Coolies from the west, Irish from the east. "For bad food, hard liquor, and a dollar a day" as the song goes. I've been to Promontory Point, seen the replica golden spike, and one of the live steam model locomotives I've built is a 4-4-0 in the style of the Jupiter although in the livery of my business.
None of that changes how manufacturing and tech jobs were shipped overseas starting in the 1990s, by Boomers. The resurgence of US manufacturing is due to guys like me and by God I will pass it to my children intact or die trying.

Those underwater basket weaving degrees? Taught by Boomers, to the children of Boomers, who were told (by Boomers) throughout their entire lives by everyone they trusted that not only was it a good investment, it was a requirement to have a decent life. Good work pulling a con job on your own naive children - very impressive. "Let them flip burgers" is the new "let them eat cake", and you may recall the events which followed. There will be no executions, unfortunately. We're too busy cleaning up your mess and plugging holes in the dyke to bother with retribution. You'll die, alone and unloved, in whatever nursing home you can afford while we keep the flame of Western Civilization lit so our children will be armed to start reversing the damage you've allowed to happen." - kill all boomers

1) Why yes, I rub my hands in glee at seeing todays X-ers, Slackers, and Millenials skewered and twisting over the fire, as I contemplate all those Social Security payments which I'll never see a dime of either. But some of those at the early end of the generational pig-in-a-python who are the Boomers might actually collect a check or two. The nerve of those bastards!
And the fact that their average life expectancy for the first Boomers is about 71, so for their forty-plus years' contributions, they'll earn payments for a blazing six years, ought to give you pause.
The fact that the last Boomers turn 71 in 2036, two years after the whole Social Security Ponzi scheme explodes (if illegals who never paid anything into it don't suck it dry even faster!) should probably have been a major clue to slither off, and STFU with that sagging pantload of your economic brilliance. Did the Boomers hide math from you too? Were there no calculators in Slacker-land when you grew up? Did they burn all the books as well?

And while we're on it, I suppose you were also sick the day they covered that Social Security payments to you, even if the program was miraculously fiscally viable forever, would only cover a few hundred $$/month, but that you'd probably need 2-5X that amount just to live on by the time you retire, so that if you were expecting it to be much more than a supplement to your retirement income, exactly like it was always intended to be, you're already a World-Class Financial Fucktard, who should be laying in a supply of long-shelf-life dog food for your declining years, and saving one bullet to off yourself when you're too physically decrepit to pry open the cans any longer. What's that? You didn't get that memo either??

But I've got it. By taking payments for a few years from a system they've paid into all their lives, Boomers are ACTUALLY NAZI DEATH CAMP GUARDS, because it inconveniences you.
Mike Godwin 1, kab 0.

2) Accepting those payments is "pillaging the economy for their own benefit." In Bizarro World.
I mean, it isn't like perhaps the Congress tapping the Social Security funds the minute they're contributed, like they've been doing since about ever has anything to do with the bulk of the problem.
Other than because it was a giant con from Day One in 1934, and could never work, no matter what.
So, you're now crying because
A) Socialism steals
B) Socialism lies
C) Socialism never works
If this is news to you just now, life for you is going to stay very hard and uncomfortable.
Did the Boomers hide the Soviet Union from you too?
East Germany?
North Korea?
New York F###ing City?

3) Since you asked, I'm conversant in most of history back to about 4000 B.C. Before that, it runs to speculation, so unless it matters and I have to look up the details, I'm a little hazy on placing the geologic periods in the proper order without a refresher.
Curiously, in none of the times since 4000 B.C.,  accepting repayment of government's promised payments, made since decades before you were born, and guaranteed with the force of law, and which you forcibly paid into in good faith for upwards of 50 years, is cashing the promised checks seen as "pillaging the economy for your own benefit".
The fact that the whole thing was always a Ponzi scheme, and never going to last, however, has been well-known since at least the 1970s, if not actually the 1930s. Not having read all the financial pages from the era of its origin, I'm spitballing it was probably clearly identified as such from the get-go. Yet again, sorry this wasn't stapled to your forehead facing you back around high school, when you first started getting paychecks with withholding pre-removed.

4) What you'll do for your children when they're helpless and you're not is commendable, on a doing-your-fucking-parenting-job level.
What you'll do when you're helpless and they're not, not so much.
Imagining that your elders should willingly be turned into Soylent Green protein crackers to fill your belly long after you hit adulthood is the rankest flight of delusional dystopian fantasy.

And what people who are not you chose to do with their money, including not leaving you any inheritance, is frankly none of your damned business, regardless of how sick it makes you. But it does couple the whininess and sense of entitlement to other people's money rather conveniently for the stereotype of your generation. Maybe you should make some bare attempt not to live up to the caricature so faithfully. Just saying.

Also, a short primer on how the estate belongs to the owners, who actually earned it, and not to their children, might be in order, as this has been common law everywhere since, o, sh*t!, about 4000 B.C. There's that whole history-before-you-started-paying-attention thing, kicking your ass. Again. Like it does.

But please, turn the story on its head and tell us the parable of The Prodigal Parent, rather than learning the actual one about the Prodigal Son.

5) Then explain to the class how Boomers, then ranging from age 25 to 45, "shipped manufacturing and tech jobs overseas" in the 1990s. Which 25-45 year olds were those CEOs and executive board members who made those decisions? Not generalities, but actual names. Name the companies, and tell me the Boomers responsible, for which fantasy you're cheerfully tarring 76,000,000(!) others, the vast overwhelmingly huge majority of them just making a living.

But I'm sporting about this: I'll give you $1 for every one who fits the Boomer demographic, if you'll give me $1 for every one of them who doesn't. Do we have a deal, or will you welch out on that bullshit statement when reality dawns on your poorly-constructed scapegoating fantasies? I could get odds on how that'll go, but in case you beat the odds, I'll happily take your money.

6) Those underwater basketweaving degrees? Taught by con-artists, to gullible morons, who never paid attention to anything worthwhile, were of legal age, and sold the family cow for Magic Beans. (Look, if you never figured out your high school guidance counselor, making about $35k/yr. with a degree in Underwater Basketweaving, was full of more shit than a Christmas Goose about college solving everything long before you got out of 10th grade, that's frankly your problem, not all of society's.) I don't know about you, but I heard the tale of Jack and The Beanstalk in grade school, and probably grasped the moral significance before 5th grade. Buddha On A Pogo Stick, Walt Disney even made a cartoon about it - in 1947. When Boomers were at most 2 years old. It was also an episode of Gilligan's Island, broadcast in the late 1960s, and in syndication continuously worldwide for the last 50 years. Sorry if Sesame Street didn't fill in the cavernous gaps in your education, and you never got that memo, because it wasn't in a video game. Noted.
Boo frickin' hoo.

And hey, great work infantilizing your entire generation as "children" past the age of moral and legal responsibility. You've made all my arguments for repealing the XXVIth Amendment without any further help from me. And when the college tuition bubble doesn't just pop, but rather, explodes, like it will, that'll be Boomer's fault too, in your fever-swamp delusions. You just couldn't help yourselves, because that worm looked so inviting, you couldn't see the hook, line, or sinker, and multiple generations couldn't figure it out until you were all landed in the net.

Another cartoon tip-off you obviously didn't see, nor grasp.

7) Let them flip burgers isn't "Let them eat cake", it's called "let Reality slap you in the back of the head, real hard." Religion is quite out of vogue in your generation, looking at actual demographics on the topic, but read the The Gospel of Luke, chapter 11, verses 11 through 32, and then tell the class how Jesus was really the same as Marie Antoinette. I'll wait while you formulate that rejoinder. This will be exegesis on the level of economic wisdom from Evita Guevara-Castro.

8) You threat is worthless to me, because seeing who and what your generation ( and mine, and every other one before and since) was decades ago, I made my own provisions, and can rely on the love of family, rather than the reliability of slacker strangers spending twice the work to shift blame onto everyone but themselves for falling flat on their faces, as it would've taken to just suck up that life is life for everybody, and moving on. I stopped believing government was going to do anything good for me before high school, about the time I learned to do higher math.

But please, do tell me where those born from 1965-(anytime you can name) have miraculously turned the country around, ended Social Security, and choked off the entire monstrous Leviathan that is the U.S. Welfare State. Wait, you mean that hasn't happened? How unfortunate for your mythos.

I've seen no such evidence of any such thing here in real life, but it sounds like a fascinating work of fiction, and I'm a sucker for a good novel about imaginary worlds.

The Welfare State will die off all right, but you or anyone else will have Jack and Shit to do with doing it, or fixing it. You will "fix" it the same way flotsam "fixes" a tsunami.

It's going to crash because of mathematics applied to economics, and sheer demographic gravity: that which cannot continue, won't. And once again, just as you weren't responsible for your predicament, you won't be responsible for your salvation.

But the 2x4 Of Knowledge upside the back of your heads at that point is absolutely going to be a cast-iron bitch. And your misplaced misanthropy towards your elders won't help you out, feed you, or keep you warm. But it will amuse the hell out of me and everyone who watches your impotent tantrums until the end of our days, and yours. Well-played.

So congratulations, you got a post.
Because you're special.

And for the benefit of those who never got them, here are a salient few of Life's Basic Realities in case your parents didn't pass them along to you by writing them backwards on your foreheads with a woodburning stylus, as they clearly should have in some cases:

Life is hard.
Life isn’t fair.
Nothing is free.
Nothing worthwhile is easy.
No one cares if your pussy hurts.
You don't have to like it, you just have to do it.
Addendum - To All Hands on the 1MC:
Word to your mother:
Maybe I was too soft, and tender, and gentle above.
Maybe some of you have never had someone, anyone, raise their voices at you, or point out your malfunctions in depth and detail, and you couldn't hear me through the wet feeling in your underpants when your bladder spontaneously evacuated, and not having mommy here to change your wet pampers, you don't know what to do next but lay there and cry. For some of you, for your entire wasted life.
So hug your teddy bear, and take this to heart.
If all you've got to come back with is another butt-hurt rant about how Boomers got to the trough before you could get your snouts in, and Wah! Waah! Waaaaahhhhh! It's all their fault you're cold and wet, expect your anonymous shitposting BMW (Bitch, Moan, and Whine) comment to experience the life expectancy of a fruit fly in a terrarium full of insecticide.
Take that sorry sh*t over to Oprah. Or Ellen. Or The View Spew. Where it belongs.

No. One. Cares. If. Your. Pussy. Hurts.

For all possible values of "no one".

Suck it up, buttercup.
If you think a prior generation - any prior generation - that you don't like, has or ever had some magical ability you don't have yourselves, you're too stupid to be posting on anyone's blog. Ditto if you think it's anyone else's job to wipe your nose and ass for your entire life.
If you're over 18, the shit's on you. Act accordingly, and if necessary, unf##k yourselves. 
If this is news to you, "Welcome to life. Since ever."
You have agency, and responsibility.
Save the drama for your momma, and stop suckin' on her teat and hiding in her apron.
Or wishing you could.

When I hear anyone say "I'm going to stop bellyaching, which accomplishes nothing except showing the world what a whiny little crybaby bitch I am, and fix this all by myself, for myself, because it's no one else's JOB to save me" you've arrived at Step One of the solution.

This evolution is a Go/No Go station.

Pink pussyhats will be issued to the No-Gos as you leave.
Some of you should probably staple them to your heads for life.
Maybe you think they're bulletproof or something.
Good luck, and keep working that plan.

In the meantime, Life put you here, now. In the landing craft. Headed for a really shitty day.

What you do after that is your problem. I'll see the rest of you on the beach.

And btw, I just saved you spending days over on websites like Dave Ramsey or The Motley Fool (special bonus: go to their sites, and search for their pages on Why Everything In Your Life Is Boomers' Fault. They're both fantastic reads!), let alone squandering a whole $11.49 on Personal Finance For Dummies or even, God forbid, paying $250K for an MBA from Harvard Business School.
You're welcome.
And remember, blaming everyone else for what happens to you is like the Lottery: it's a tax on stupid people. 

My Nominee...

Thursday, January 10, 2019

Facts Are Stubborn Things

In reply on another blog to the usual witless wonder Boomer-hater screeds, I present the following nominee for Comment Of The Year:
...to the “Boomer Haters” out there it is important that you understand the following.
Everything that hit that generation was a product of social engineering, just like yours regardless of whether you are an X’er, Millenial or from “Z.” Virtually everything that influenced them was set in place by the “Greatest” and “Silent” generations – socially, academically, culturally, economically. For that matter, the two seemingly worshipped generations that preceeded the Boomers had certain circumstances set in place for them by generations that never were given identifying monikers. After all, when was The Federal Reserve and the Income Tax put in place? 
1913, when the so-called “Greatests” were kids and the “Silents” were not even yet born.
The Frankfurt School and it’s destructive effects on social science academia? In the 1930’s. So-called “Equal Rights”, the deracination of this country and the onset of “Second Wave Feminism?” 1950’s. The 1965 Hart-Cellar Immigration Act? 1965. All done by Greatests and Silents, well before Boomers could vote on a damn thing. The oldest of the Boomers couldn’t vote until 1967 (the voting age was 21 back then) and even if they knew anything besides what they had been taught (ringing a bell here?) by the “teachers” from the Greatests and Silents, what difference does the vote of a single year of a demographic cohort mean? 
Who was importing the drugs back then? Greatests and Silents. Are you so stupid you think teenagers were international drug smugglers? Who introduced The Pill in 1960? Greatests/Silents. Who legalized abortion in 1973? Greatests and Silents. Rock and Roll? Greatests and Silents (Google up Dave McGowan’s series “Inside the L.C.” for a mind-blower on that topic, folks). Who led the “Counter-Culture” of the 1960’s? Not Boomers. It was Greatests and Silents. Check the ages of “The Chicago Seven” for a wake-up call, not to mention those running the SDS and The Black Panthers back then. Acid-Guru Timothy Leary was born in 1920, people. The folks who created the underground cells in 12 different major cities to to spread and begin the move to “normalize” and then legalize homosexuality set that up network up in the 1950’s and one of them was good old “Grandpa Walton” from “The Walton’s” television series. 
Not Boomers.
And who owned those movie studios and the television networks that introduced the filth on the screen? And the radio stations which played that “Rock and Roll?” Profit-seeking, cultural “Change Agents” form the “Greatest” and “Silent” generations. Who started to mainstream “Porn?” Hugh Hefner was born in 1926 and the first “Playboy Magazine” hit the stands “unnamed” in December of 1953. It sold so well to Greatests and Silents during the ’53 “Christmas Season” that the January of 1954 issue came out with the name “Playboy” emblazoned on its cover. I wasn’t even born yet and the rest is history.
During all of this the Boomers were literally nothing but kids, most not even a part of the late ’60’s “cultural revolution”,  itself the peak of a wave created “by others” quite deliberately built to crash the edifice of this civilization hard onto shore.

(P.S. Note that there were a mere three television networks plus perhaps PBS during that era, depending on where you lived. There was no “cable” or satellite television. There was no “internet” and no way to communicate viewpoints and/or observations contrary to what the gods of the media, academia and government wanted you to know/think. Use your tools and do so wisely.)

In short, suck it, whiny Millenial bitchez.
You've been barking at the moon, because you can't read, and you won't learn without having The 2x4 Of Knowledge applied to the back of your head.

You've had your opinions pre-formed and pre-digested into pablum by the same counter-culture hippie idiots (look and see which Silent Gen Weather Underground terrorists were programming Obozo) who fucked things up royally in this country before the first Boomer was even old enough to vote.
And they're still doing it, and you're still falling for it, because you never learned to think, or study, or crack a friggin' book.

And for the most part, you still can't.

But soon, you're going to get that 2x4 applied, with gusto.

Middle age (thirty-three to fifty three, cupcakes) is a helluva time to finally get your education, but maybe better late than never.

Great News for Gun Dealers!

h/t Gun Free Zone

Gun, accessory, and ammunition sales, flagging and largely gone flat since President Trump's inaugural, are about to get a sharp jolt of adrenaline from the one-trick pony of congressional Dumbocrats:

Mordor On The Potomac—Senators Dianne Feinstein (D-Calif.), Chris Murphy (D-Conn.) and Richard Blumenthal (D-Conn.) today led a group of senators in introducing the Assault Weapons Ban of 2019, an updated bill to ban the sale, transfer, manufacture and importation of military-style assault weapons and high-capacity ammunition magazines.
 Key provisions:
  • Bans the sale, manufacture, transfer and importation of 205 military-style assault weapons by name. Owners may keep existing weapons.
  • Bans any assault weapon that accepts a detachable ammunition magazine and has one or more military characteristics including a pistol grip, a forward grip, a barrel shroud, a threaded barrel or a folding or telescoping stock. Owners may keep existing weapons.
  • Bans magazines and other ammunition feeding devices that hold more than 10 rounds of ammunition, which allow shooters to quickly fire many rounds without needing to reload. Owners may keep existing magazines.
Exemptions to bill:
  • The bill exempts by name more than 2,200 guns for hunting, household defense or recreational purposes.
  • The bill includes a grandfather clause that exempts all weapons lawfully possessed at the date of enactment.
Other provisions:
  • Requires a background check on any future sale, trade or gifting of an assault weapon covered by the bill.
  • Requires that grandfathered assault weapons are stored using a secure gun storage or safety device like a trigger lock.
  • Prohibits the transfer of high-capacity ammunition magazines.
  • Bans bump-fire stocks and other devices that allow semi-automatic weapons to fire at fully automatic rates.
Maybe it never gets out of committee in the Senate, maybe it does.
(How many votes were there to confirm Kavanaugh...?)

Land office gun sales, ammo shortages, and record magazine purchases in 3, 2,...

So Many Life Lessons There...

h/t Knuckledraggin

As Twain noted,
 "A man who carries a cat by the tail learns something he can learn in no other way."

Puerto Ricans Come In Blonde Too.

Not a meme: she actually said this.

To Whom It May Concern:

If you're attending Boston University, and the tuition amounts to more than $1/yr, you're being robbed.

Evita Guevara-Castro has made any degree conferred by that alleged college a laughingstock.

Any alumni or current undergraduates should file a class action lawsuit.
Because somewhere there, there's a graduation advisor who traded a sheepskin for a Lewinsky, or a couple of Benjamins.

Meanwhile, Queen Alzheimers Pelosi would like to thank Ms. Obnoxious-Claptrap for fading some of the heat off her, as no longer the stupidest jackass in the House of Representatives. But I think we've established beyond any further doubt who ate the most lead-based paint chips in NYFC growing up 26 years ago.

Wednesday, January 9, 2019


Most of you have probably moved on, as I have, from the vain attempts to introduce the Libertardians to the benefits of facts and reasoning in making more intelligent arguments regarding drugs and legalization. I haven't done double-blind testing, but I'm also 99% sure that Ayn Rand is the gateway drug to stupidity. (But I digress.)

But after six attempts with nominally the same commenter, and running the gamut of dealing with nearly every entry in The Dictionary Of Logical Fallacies, and pages of responses, it's time to point and laugh. Or at least get a post out of it.

Start here if you're interested or curious.
If not, move along; nothing much to see there.

But in passing, I also note to everyone, as to the earnest but hopelessly misguided respondent,
Suffering cats, man, Silicon Graybeard is arguing that even radiation can be beneficial (in small doses), and I have zip to say in rebuttal, because he's sciencing the shit out of that argument. 
 Win any argument with this one weird trick: use facts and evidence in support of the proposition!

Go over there and take notes. If only to stop shooting yourself in both feet.

Tuesday, January 8, 2019

The President's Address

The Usual Whiners and Never-Trumpers trot out their same old soiled diapers and begin scraping for more ammunition, but this was a shot across Congress' bow, and Trump just put Queen Alzheimers, ChuckU, and every country south of Brownsville on notice that los Estados Unidos is pissed off, and looking for someone to maim for it. The legal technical term for this address is casus belli.

He did the same thing in person with Mexico's leadership, and what happened to that media-darling migrant caravan?

The Mexicans started cracking down on it.

Think about that: after an hour with President Trump, despite literal hours of media giving the unwashed invaders nightly tongue baths, Mexico decided cracking down on illegal immigration was in their own best interest, even more so than the Congress has since...ever.

Pueblas Sin Fronteras has disbanded, and the locals in a dozen countries want nothing to do with slamming their heads against the southern border again. The suckers who took part are wishing they'd taken Mexico up on their offers of jobs and relocation down south, near Guatemala, when they had the chance.

To every liberal idiot who favored a wall until he became president, and every vacuous Libertaritard jonesing for more drugs and less war, he just sent them a fact-laden "BFYTW!", on national TV. No spin from CNN and their @$$tard Acosta, just a firehose of facts straight from the hydrant.

If Congress fails to act, anything the president does after this, from maintaining the shutdown to declaring martial law and building the wall via the military to carpet-bombing with B-52 Arc Light strikes anywhere from Tijuana to Tierra del Fuego , has just been stamped "pre-approved".

He's given Congress the chance (probably their last) to save face, act like all this was news, and approve the spending he wants. And then pick another battle, and a different hill to die on, before they get handed their own @$$#$ on platters.

Or else risk being blamed for getting us into a shooting war (not the faux-wars on drugs and illegal immigration we've been slap-fighting for decades) with all the trimmings in our own hemisphere, because they're on the enemies' side.

And all this, rolling into the ramp up for 2020 and re-election.

In stonewalling him on the Big Beautiful Wall, they've given him the exact issue that took him to the White House in the first place, driving right over Shrillary's fat, lying carcass. And now he's daring them to take presidential politics beyond the water's edge, and threaten US foreign policy and domestic peace, in order to shill for criminals, drug lords, and invaders.

At this point, the next future Democrat presidential candidate to come out against what he said will be fitted for the Walter Mondale Memorial Electoral Drubbing clownsuit.

This was Trump telling Tom Hagen that it's time for a wartime consigliere, and setting the wheels in motion to settle all outstanding Family business.
And he just baptized his godson.

And he closed this speech by telling the Congress "and furthermore, I think that illegal immigration and drug importation must be destroyed".

Ceterum censeo Pedro delenda est.

This. This. A Thousand Times, This.

Little-known fact: When they're doing it right, the Special Forces are like the
Amish. Only with guns, explosives, and radios. Be like that.

The perenially too-busy John Mosby has taken the time to write a far too rare and excellent essay on Sustainable Survival at his blog today.

...in the original tasking of SF, the core mission of Unconventional Warfare (UW) involved more than just organizing an irregular, paramilitary force, and slaughtering boatloads of commie vermin. Instead, the men who stood up SF understood that, in order to do that, in hostile-controlled territory, meant being able to gain the trust and support of the people, and THAT, in turn, meant getting the women on our side.One of their conclusions, well borne out by my personal observations, regarding preparedness, is that if you get the women on your side, you’ll get their husbands. If you want to get the women on your side, simply showing up with guns and explosives, and talking about killing commies isn’t going to be adequate. Instead, we have to approach it in a manner that takes THEIR MICE-RC motivations into account.
So, what do the women want? They want healthy kids. They want nutritious food to feed those kids, to keep them healthy. They want dry beds, in a home that keeps the weather—and preferably as much wildlife as possible—outside, where it belongs.

Go there. RTWT. Take a pen and paper, and make notes.

If any of what he wrote really blows your mind, print the entire essay out, and highlight the salient points with a shaded marker.


Jerry "Moonbeam" Brown (D- Lunitardia), zombie governor of Califrutopia two times for two disastrous terms each outing is finally, absolutely, undeniably positively politically dead, having been termed out of the second eight year rolling disaster on Californians by glorious term limits, and cannot ever come back to do the job again, not even if Bruce Jenner's doctor performs a choppadickoffame on him and he changes his name to Loretta, because he wants to have babies.

His replacement, halfwit hack Gabbin' Nuisance, is notable as perhaps the only man in America who can make (and has already) Congressweasel Evita Guevara-Castro sound bright, intelligent, and thoughtful in comparison.

No, really.

Most of the prep for Nuisance's opening address was spent pounding it (literally) into his head to not put his shoes and socks on for the inaugural dinner in that order.

We've obtained an excerpt of his notes for the beginning of his speech, for navigating from where he was seated for dinner, all the way to the podium for the festivities.

Nuisance, like Moonbeam, is one of the rare native Californians, the archtypical Gen-Xer born in the Bay Area at Haight-Ashbury's peak stupid, and the former mayor of San Franshitco, now moving to Sacramento, in hopes of leaving the entire state covered in feces and used drug needles, just like the city he helped drive right into the ground while mayor there.

If there is a deity concerned with the affairs of men, with a sense of justice, Moonbeam will either be shot to death by an illegal alien, or plunge off a cliff into a newly opening chasm while driving during an earthquake.

If there is a deity who also has a sense of humor, Gabbin' Nuisance will be riding shotgun in the same car when Moonbeam takes one in the neck, and dies.

But I think Gabbin' Nuisance will actually die when the enraged mob lynches him, after the state's budget totally tanks, and we're living on zoo animals and stray cats here.

And Califrutopia now makes liars out of The Who.