Saturday, November 26, 2016

Castro Dead - Permanent Mardi Gras in Miami until New Years' !!!

Hey, Fidel? On your way down to the Seventh Circle, say "Hi" to your ol' buddy Che, you god damned bastard!

Tom Hayden, Janet Reno, and now the Cuban Mao - all in the same year!

Dammit! I could have won $1000 on the local radio station's Ghoul Pool.

And FTR, there's no way in hell Nostradamus predicted this, and the Cubs winning the Series, and President-elect Trump squashing Shrillary.

I'm calling Triple Dog Dare Bullsh*t on anyone who claims otherwise.
(Which, IIRC, requires that person to stick the tip of their male appendage to a frozen pole...
I'm not sure what happens after that, but I believe the fire department comes into play somewhere.)

Cuba Libre! in 3, 2,...

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Happy Thanksgiving

Enjoy the tryptophan haze, and the fact, for most of us, that we live in a land of plenty.

Make the most of the time, and do what you can to keep it like this long enough to hand off to your children.

No, You Magnificent Bastard, I Don't Want To Try Out That Weapon

Warning: Try not to blast today's meal on your screen.

Dear BATFE: Is it legal to mount a Fleshlight on a SIG SB-15?

And yes, gentle readers, the BATFE responded.

I know today is Thanksgiving.
This is not the "stuffing" you were looking for.

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Well, That Didn't Take Long, Did It?

Team Trump shits the bed already: Hands off Shrillary.

Most administrations wait until they're in office to go full-diaper FUBAR.
This bunch couldn't make it two weeks without dropping a turd-log large enough to clog the plumbing, and they're still two months from even moving into the White House.

And if they follow through on this epically ass-tarded trial balloon
1) His own people are going to start wondering why they bothered
2) 300-something state electors will begin to have second thoughts before they meet in December
3) his mile-wide yellow streak revealed, both sides of the congressional aisle will start handing him his ass, starting on January 21st
(and yes, that would include every cabinet nomination, and his SCOTUS picks - well played, Lord Fartsniffer)
4) The RNC "Dump Trump In 2020 Committee" forms tomorrow, and it'll be fully funded
5) Darrell Issa, Trey Gowdy, and Jason Chaffetz may have a somewhat different idea of government oversight, and demand a special prosecutor anyways on Jan. 21st
6) Trump may find out that in a functional Department of Justice (as opposed to the Sturmabteilung we've had for the past 8 years), he can fire the AG, but he can't dictate policy when it comes to following the law. The sight of then-AG Jeff Sessions announcing the day after he's confirmed that Trump's wishes mean jack and shit in regard to enforcing federal statutes would bring tears to anyone's eyes who loves equality of all men under the law
7) Trump will also find out, just like Shrillary would have, that lacking HopeyDopey's Magical Anti-Gravity Teflon Pigment, firing his AG for pursuing investigations and prosecution of Shrillary would result in a bill of impeachment by noon that day, and achieve a House vote of 435-0, before his afternoon removal, and the accession to power of Acting President Pence. His ass would actually leave skidmarks out the White House portico, it'd be over so fast.

The Trumptards, predictably, will now be forced into pretzel-like contortions to defend this lunacy.

Or saner heads on the transition team will convince Trump to STFU, and tiptoe quietly away from this elephantine mound of dung, and disavow any knowledge of its source.

Monday, November 21, 2016

The Cacophony!

I refer anyone curious to the following exchange of ideas at WRSA .
(If you were busy re-arranging your sock drawer, and have better things to do with your time, I understand.)

Well, heavens to betsy, I seem to have kicked over a few folks' compost heap of treasures.

For the TL;DR folks, a linked essay espoused the idea of secession.

The notion is farcical.
The clever reader with average comprehension will note that nowhere therein did I state in reply that it will never happen, nor that it will never be attempted.

So for the rest, without naming names, who ran about like headless chickens slaying straw men and waving the internet e-penises, that makes the ripostes posted pretty pointless.
And then, predictably, comes the descent to ad hominem, ever the last refuge of a weak (let alone non-existent) argument.

Anybody who thinks they're going to successfully secede is a historical ignoramus. The very concept is comedy relief.
If there's a United States as such, the attempt will turn out about as well as the last one.

Anyone wishing to have a go should, by all means, give it their best try.
Have fun storming the castle.

But some there are honestly perplexed, including the gracious host there, and who ask reasonable questions. For them, the following:

You want to know how we find (if ever such can be done) our way back to the USA that was.
Some observations.

1) We didn't get here overnight.
Depending on whom you ask, things started to go to shite in the US of A anywhere back as early as the actual Constitutional convention. Or the Whiskey Rebellion. Or Marbury v. Madison. Or Lincoln. Or when they cancelled My Mother, The Car. Whatever. The one thing nearly everyone agrees upon, per recent polling data, is that we're on the wrong track, and have been so for some good amount of time.

2) It follows then that it is childishly magical thinking to imagine that we will find our way back to where we want to go overnight either. Secession is just one Mad Lib answer penciled into the box of We Get Back To Proto-USA By _________________.
As I stated in my reply at the referenced site, that's simply a recipe for Lebanon, Zimbabwe, and/or the former Yugoslavia. (For the truly weak-minded, that means it isn't impossible, just that it will be an endless epically biblical shitstorm for anyone who goes there. If one has any wits, the reference to Lebanon, Zimbabwe, and the former Yugoslavia should have been a rather large foreshadowing of that conclusion. YMMV. It does NOT mean none of the jacktards milling around now are too smart to try it anyways. Nothing is foolproof, because fools are so ingenious.)

3) If we're not in the right place, and not on the right track, and not going to get back there overnight, there are therefore three options:
a) We get to a worse place overnight.
b) We get to a different place, at whatever speed.
c) We restore what better place we used to have, over time.

"A" is easy. History is rife with examples.
"B" is Magic Beans and hokum, based on facts not in evidence at any time in world history.
Once again, have fun storming the castle, show your work, and understand that you're probably just taking the long way around the tree to get to "A".
"C" is annoying to most people, because it takes time, patience, intelligence, planning, discipline, and a methodical bloody-mindedness that would tire a bulldog.
It is neither impossible, nor easy. What it is, is doable.

It is a truism that anyone telling you how to "get rich quick" is looking to separate you from your wallet. A wise person elects to "get rich slowly", by using common sense and discipline to achieve their desired state, and avoiding rash, impatient stupidity.

The same is true for fixing a complicated machine that's broken.

Everyone's favorite bugaboo is "What about the ____million @$$holes who want to take your stuff, or vote it to themselves (thus having the gubmint steal it on their behalf)". It is also a truism that anyone advocating robbing Peter to pay Paul can count on Paul's support.

The answer to how you undo the malign intentions of 10, 20, 47, or 62% of your nominal countrymen is to starve the goddam beast, and break it to your will.

"But-but-but...they have academia, the media, and the bureaucracy!"
"So the fuck WHAT?!? DRAIN. THE. SWAMP!"

How many worthless eaters would be moping around causing trouble if their student loans dried up overnight? How many colleges could they hide in if that gravy train went away? How many communist hack refugees from the 1960s could live on tenure if their institution depended on delivering value for the dollars spent, absent any government support for the endeavor for anyone not working towards actual useful skills like engineering, law, medicine, et al? Anyone want to see those old hippies pushing a broom, or greeting at WalMart? Beuller? Beuller...??
Turn the money spigot off. Game over.

That also undoes a few dozen film and journalism schools.
Papers and TV would have to report reality, not propaganda.
Movies would have to reflect the audience's tastes, not anti-American claptrap.
Strike two.

Oh, and BTW, politics is downstream from culture, and ALWAYS has been. Try sending your second or third kid into the arts, and kick the leftist bastards off the top of that hill, or get used to losing the cultural war forever. You can't give your enemies a safe space, and when the right bailed out of anything, like they did cultural pursuits, we started getting a steady and endless diet of shitburgers.
So when someone said "Enough!", and we got talk radio and the internet, how did that work out for the Left?
When it comes to news today, "Who run Bartertown?"
You tell me...
Is it this guy?

Or this guy?

And which one is the candy-ass?

And just like the fights that chickenshits ran from for fifty years and more, we're going to have to go back in, and kick the shit out of the left for fifty years more to take them all back.
Failure is contagious. So is success. Every time we take back another hill, we have that much less to go, and that much more territory to exploit.

And third, you're going to have to take back the government. That means doing to the bureaucracy, and to union employment, at every level - which is overwhelmingly public sector unions - what happened to PATCO in 1981, and Wisconsin teachers in the early 2000s. It's going to be mean, ugly, nasty, and brutal. And absolutely necessary.

You take out the government unions, you defund the opposition by the time Trump is out of office in 4 or 8 years.
You take back education and defund academia, and you get back the next generation.
You take back media and the culture, and you salt the soil they used to shit in to grow their foetid brew of the current crop of sugar-coated safe-space triggered crybabypants Special Snowflake Social Justice Whiners. For. EVER.

Put THEIR goddam frog in the frying pan for a change, and spend every day turning up the heat.

You get Normandy, you got Caen.
You got Caen, you get Cherbourg.
You get Cherbourg, you take Paris.
You get Paris, you take Berlin.
And then that big boat ride home.

Or, you can just fall back on pussing out, and planning to die on some little hill, dreaming of better days.

How did that work for you from, say, 1960 through last week?
Maybe not so bitchin? Then maybe quit yours.

You want a little defensible slice of heaven on earth?
A Galt's Gulch?
Camp TheWholeWorldCanKissMyAss?
For prudent just-in-case? Or simple everyday peace and quiet?
Hey nifty, me too.

That's today. Maybe tomorrow.

What about the day after that?
If that's all you want, that's all you'll ever get.
And maybe not even that.

You turn a nation around, and resurrect an entire culture, you've got a shot at the world.

Or you can bunker in, and pretty much count on the other side regrouping.
And then you'll get shot at by the world.

And if all you want is to be the shitlord of your own little mound of cow dung after you help pull the entire civilization down in flames, save time: kill yourself, and go rule in Hell.

If, in the meantime, the other side decides to take this to the streets, we can accelerate the transition with suitable application of therapeutic lead injections.

You want easy, switch sides, and let Uncle Sam be your daddy.

I know what I'm choosing. Trump is just a beachhead. Not the grand prize.

Irony Sweepstakes Grand Prize

So apparently some of the prancing gender-dysphoric retards appearing in Hamilton in NYFC took the occasion of the attendance at their clown show of VP-elect Mike Pence to do some ad lib anti-Trump booing at certain strategic points throughout the show's performance, by way of protesting the epic schlonging their preferred and defeated multiple felon received from Trump/Pence earlier this month.

Aside from the general and egregious boorishness of hired monkeys insulting a paying guest, there's this serendipitous litter box nugget for these historical jackasses to nurse on:
Alexander Hamilton, the eponymous basis of the entire musical in question, was also the man who invented and championed the Electoral College, and its inclusion in the US Constitution.

Suck that turdcicle, you ignorant public school drop-out bitchez!

Sunday, November 20, 2016


                             This guy has a start on the right idea.

The fall rains are here at last (or it may just be torrential hippie liberal tears over the election's serendipitous aftermath), life is comfortable in many ways, and yesterday, in honor of National Ammo Day, I added to the pile a healthy amount of 12 ga. #4 Buck, and .223 62gr FMJ. And there's at least one more fun show coming up before the curtain closes betwixt Califrutopia, and the ammo purchasing behavior of a free country.

Good luck enforcing that nonsense, you Sacramento f***tards; I have the time and inclination to travel, and what I bring home is my business, not yours.

(And proof that the perpetual ongoing shortage hereabouts of .22LR is now entirely a result of deliberate manufacturing machinations, is that .17HMR is available at 1/2 to 1/3 the price of .22LR on the same shelves, if you can find any of the latter. That they have the capacity to produce similar ammunition at half the price documents that makers are deliberately choosing not to, and marking up the "shortage" .22LR at gouge-worthy prices. Bastards.)

The point of the exercise is mainly to remind TPTB what a task they face if they think they've got a shot (no pun intended) at being our literal masters, rather than servants. That info is delivered when they see the excise taxes paid on ammo purchased; hence the special day. (Pity no one seems to have told the idjits running things at the retail level; they're usually falling all over themselves to find some holiday excuse for a sale flyer the other 364 days a year, to include Arbor Day and Lithuanian-American Day.) Nothing I acquired was in shortage hereabouts, nor will be anytime soon. But it makes the periodic panic-buying a curiosity, rather than a problem.

Hope you made the most of the time as well.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016


h/t to WRSA

Here's to you, Mr. Know Your Meme Genius, this Bud's for you, a Real American Hero.
And whoever you are, you're also funny as hell.

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Inside Baseball

NYFC, Aesociated Press:

Sources have supplied this blog with a photograph of President-elect Trump meeting with his defeated rival, Shrillary Milhous Capone Crybabypants, to talk about the post-election results:

Several sources close to the Trump campaign have stated off the record that as the blow was struck, he yelled "You're FIRED!".

If you're in any way interested, you've probably seen the videos of the poor widdle wambs at Shrillary's Hindenburg party Tuesday night, wetting their hankies and their diapers as they found out it was all going down in flames.

There are also some further press releases from the Trump campaign:

I'm going to keep enjoying Tuesday night, until the Usual Douchenozzles finally wake up, and start trying pathetically to offer some resistance.
Although at this point, that's about like criminals facing lions in the Roman Colosseum resolving to try to taste bad.

In the meantime, we offer this salve for what ails them, as a public service:

Happy Birthday, Youse Sonsabitchez

On this date in history, in Philadelphia, in His Majesty's Royal Colony of Pennsylvania, in a local dive bar (where else?) near the wharf, at Water Street and Tun Alley, the first Marine to enlist for service with the regiments authorized by the Continental Congress under command of the first Commandant of the Marine Corps, Capt. Samuel Nicholas, turned to the second Marine to sign up, and said
"Listen up, boot, the Old Corps was tougher back when I came through..."

In the 241 years since, they've made some wee mark on history by handling their enemies with all the tender loving care a tyrannosaur visits on a side of fresh meat, giving lesser mortals something to which to aspire, and turning no small number of formerly directionless miscreants into professional, disciplined killing machines seldom if ever surpassed in the annals of fighting men.

To every one of them, past and present, who earn the title they bear every day, we hoist a ceremonial tankard, wish them our best, and bid them recall, as by the blood stripes we ourselves earned, to salute our absent comrades left behind in every clime and place their nation and their duty called them. 

May we all be in heaven half an hour before the Devil knows we're dead! Semper Fi!

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Movie Review: Hacksaw Ridge


In case anyone was wondering, I did go to the movies yesterday, as promised, due to the ongoing suspense of what turned into yesterday's epic liberal-spanking tsunami.

I saw Hacksaw Ridge.

And I offer the following in-depth review.

Gibson just outdid Spielberg's Saving Private Ryan with a tale from reality instead of fiction, and outdid Eastwood's Flags Of Our Fathers/Letters From Iwo Jima bookends with a story more hopeful than either of his.

This movie, screened at Cannes, received a ten-minute standing ovation when it concluded. The French may not know much, but they know great cinema when it smacks them in the face.

My take?
Best Picture nominee.
Best Director nominee.

Get thee hence, and see this.

That is all.

Update: Well, whadya know? The Academy pulled their heads out, and I nailed it.
Don't expect it to win either award, but wonders never cease to amaze me.

A Caution From Literature

               I HATE orange! Orange jumpsuit FOREVER?!? Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!

Boys and girls, today's celebratory repast of liberal tears, with band music provided by the weeping and wailing, is well-deserved.

But let us not forget the literary example:

Just because the Eye of Mordor has fallen, many of us still have plenty of work to do in cleansing our respective Shires of that troublesome taint of stupidity.

Evil has been vanquished today, but it is only a start. Some multiple TRILLIONS of unfunded debt still loom on the horizon, preparing to deliver the financial meltdown the policies of Obozo designed them expressly to accomplish; today is only a pause to breathe.

If you see weapons, ammunition, long-term food, and/or other suitable preparation supplies at yard-sale prices, level up, and go bullish and long.

We are in that place noted by Winston Churchill:

"This is not the beginning of the end. But it is, we may say, the end of the beginning."

Meanwhile, I haven't yet been tapped for the Presidential Transition team Senior Advisor position, but I'm available if called, and happy to continue to consult via the Internet. So I humbly offer the following:

Rudy Giuliani, AG
I’m hoping he goes for retired LtGen Mattis for SecDef.
Allen West for Natl Sec Advisor.
Newt Gingrich, Sec State.

Giuliani’s second job, after Shrillary’s federal reckoning, will be to put Comey out for cause, and get somebody into FBI to begin the 20-year process of getting their integrity back.

Disband DHS, abolish the TSA, and rein in the NSA and IRS.

And when Trump starts construction on The Wall, we’ll have found those 100,000 shovel-ready jobs that have evaded Obozo’s notice for 8 years.

Trump should also tell Obozo that if he lifts one finger to try and grant Clinton, Lynch, Holder, et al any presidential pardon/amnesty, the next day, proceedings will begin that hour to research his actual birthplace and certificate of live birth, and retroactively nullify every act he committed as moot and vacated, including every judge and justice he appointed, every law and act he signed, and any nominal pardons. Game over.

The first act of the new Congress is either a full repeal of Obamacare, which Trump signs 10 minutes later, or else it’s back on like DonkeyKong with his entire electoral base.

Excuse me now, I have to go pee on the local DNC HQ.

Tuesday, November 8, 2016


Open your hymnals to page 1:

Now all we need is for a little congressional interest to throw some water on Shrillary and some light on her activities, without the ham-fisted faux investigations of the FBI to get in the way.

And while you're up, I'd like world peace, and a pony.

What is best in life? As always:

Ms. Too Drunk To Concede's epic bitchrant later will be epic, and anticlimactic, but worth suffering through this long election season to hear.
And the fucktards in the GOP who produced Trump, and volcanic levels of discontent in the party base by lying, weaseling, crawfishing, and generally wussing out to Obozo for 8 years are going to get extra scoops of $#!^ in their $#!^ sandwiches for the next 4-8 years.
(Bitch McConjob, Quisling Ryan, Marco Amnesty, John Kasbitch, call your offices.)

Hey, hear that dripping?

It's Liberal tears!
And it's on the menu non-stop for the next four fucking years! Maybe even EIGHT!

Tsunami Warning


If Trump hits 270, even money Shrillary and Bill are in a non-extradition country by noon tomorrow.

Hands. Eyes. Assembly required.

I'm off today, once I get home.
I'm going to the polls, then I'm going to be shopping for odds and ends, and I'll probably catch a flick. (Hacksaw Ridge looks like a safe bet.)

Beyond that, there's no point in getting interested in things any earlier than about 5PM PST.
If Trump pulls FL, NC, VA, and pries loose PA and/or OH, this could be an epic F. U. to the media pundits, and their chosen Felon.

If he doesn't do that, it's going to be like watching the Hindenburg come in to Lakehurst for a landing, in slow motion, over and over and over again.

All that's at stake is whether the country finally throws the brakes on eight years of the current obamination, and declines to elect a women more corrupt, before she ever gets to the Oval Office, than the administrations of Grant, Harding, Nixon, and her husband, combined.

Or whether instead we collectively vote ourselves into a perpetual banana republic.

It's rare to know that a given day will presage the course of a generation, as the sun is barely breaking over it.
And I could have lived without the knowledge this time around too.

The only thing tempering the possible dread is the knowledge that in less than twenty-four hours, things should be decided.

I can cross my fingers, and hope for the least awful outcome between the horns of two turdburgers.
But I'd just as soon not watch the roulette ball rolling around waiting for the answer of which slot into which it will drop.
And besides, there's still a lot of work to do, either way.


Monday, November 7, 2016

The Universe Seeks A Balance

Comes the happy news, on the same day @$$Clown Comey beclowned himself and the entire FBI, in perpetuity, that Satan has called Janet "The Torch" Reno home to himself in the Infernal Regions Beneath. Which rather takes the sting out of the day, to a small degree.

Tom Hayden and Janet Reno, together at last? There has to be a benevolent deity somewhere trying to center the balance beam of creation.

Alas, I won't be able to attend the memorial services for the old arsonist, but I'll be sure and send along my heartiest approval of the proceedings.

In a just world, she would get the same funeral as Bin Laden: dumped at sea out of a helicopter door at night in an unnoted spot. Crabs have to eat too.

Sunday, November 6, 2016

And It's Final: The Fix Is In

So, after trying a last-minute end-run on the Clinton machine,  Director of the Feckless Bunglers and Incompetents, James @$$Clown Comey, has been brought to heel by his masters once again, and announced that his pension and continued survival, rather than a suspicious death under strange circumstances, are the way he wants to go, and has placed the FBI entirely at the feet of his overlords, for nothing other than their own political purposes. Link 

I leave it to the reader to imagine them actually reviewing 650,000 e-mails - that would be 11,000 man-hours at 1 minute per review - (each one of which, prior to now either lost/destroyed/not turned over to federal archives, constitutes a separate federal criminal count against Shrillary as former Secretary of State, and each count carrying a separate legal penalty), which should theoretically include the deliberately destroyed 33,000 ones that constitute destruction of evidence and obstruction of justice, offenses exactly like those which got the House to seek impeachment against Richard Nixon, and got Felonia Milhous von Pantsuit's husband actually impeached by Congress for only the second time in US history. The classified ones alone are worth 10 years apiece, especially given the fact that Weiner's computer constitutes a completely separate case and new criminal counts than the private server for failing to secure classified material according to the law.

In an actual functioning democratic republic, Comey should be tried, convicted, dragged out of his trial, stood up against a wall, and executed for high treason. Ideally, by no later than noon tomorrow. In a functional FBI, his own agents would be the firing squad, after they arrested him, and laid out the case against him.

He joins Benedict Arnold in selling his country out; in his case, for nothing but the salary and pension he'd already earned - had he merely done his job according to the laws and his oath.

The FBI is now nothing more nor less than the Gestapo, set up solely to enforce crimes against the ruling elite, and protect them from actual justice at all costs. Their actions, indeed, their entire existence from this point forward is completely invalid in a constitutional republic. Well played, shitbag.

I can but hope Comey gets the rope that Himmler evaded.

The consequences to the republic are entirely on his own head.

But my money is on someone crying "Havoc!", sooner or later. God help us.

Where I Think We Are

And to anyone who thinks we're going to see another peaceful transition of power, regardless of the election's winner...

(TL;DW: No weapon. This time. A-hole yelled "GUN!" from a couple rows in front of stage. And then got the mother of all Secret Service dogpiles. Apparently he didn't realize a presidential rally is a Gun Free Zone. :)  But he's about to get an epic First Amendment lesson, good and hard.)
This is where we are now. Imagine where we'll be if Trump wins. Or loses.

Time is always short.
Look to your preparations. Mend your deficiencies. Clean your weapons.

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Be Still, My Beating Heart - Fact or Fiction Section

New York Police Department detectives and prosecutors working an alleged underage sexting case against former Congressman Anthony Weiner have turned over a newly-found laptop he shared with wife Huma Abedin to the FBI with enough evidence “to put Hillary (Clinton) and her crew away for life,” NYPD sources told True Pundit.
NYPD sources said Clinton’s “crew” also included several unnamed yet implicated members of Congress in addition to her aides and insiders.
The NYPD seized the computer from Weiner during a search warrant and detectives discovered a trove of over 500,000 emails to and from Hillary Clinton, Abedin and other insiders during her tenure as secretary of state. The content of those emails sparked the FBI to reopen its defunct email investigation into Clinton on Friday.
But new revelations on the contents of that laptop, according to law enforcement sources, implicate the Democratic presidential candidate, her subordinates, and even select elected officials in far more alleged serious crimes than mishandling classified and top secret emails, sources said. NYPD sources said these new emails include evidence linking Clinton herself and associates to:
  • Money laundering
  • Child exploitation
  • Sex crimes with minors (children)
  • Perjury
  • Pay to play through Clinton Foundation
  • Obstruction of justice
  • Other felony crimes
NYPD detectives and a NYPD Chief, the department’s highest rank under Commissioner, said openly that if the FBI and Justice Department fail to garner timely indictments against Clinton and co- conspirators, NYPD will go public with the damaging emails now in the hands of FBI Director James Comey and many FBI field offices.
“What’s in the emails is staggering and as a father, it turned my stomach,” the NYPD Chief said. “There is not going to be any Houdini-like escape from what we found. We have copies of everything. We will ship them to Wikileaks or I will personally hold my own press conference if it comes to that.”
The NYPD Chief said once Comey saw the alarming contents of the emails he was forced to reopen a criminal probe against Clinton.
“People are going to prison,” he said.
Meanwhile, FBI sources said Abedin and Weiner were cooperating with federal agents, who have taken over the non-sexting portions the case from NYPD. The husband-and-wife Clinton insiders  are both shopping for separate immunity deals, sources said.
“If they don’t cooperate they are going to see long sentences,” a federal law enforcement source said.
NYPD sources said Weiner or Abedin stored all the emails in a massive Microsoft Outlook program on the laptop. The emails implicate other current and former members of Congress and one high-ranking Democratic Senator as having possibly engaged in criminal activity too, sources said.
Prosecutors in the office of US Attorney Preet Bharara have issued a subpoena for Weiner’s cell phones and travel records, law enforcement sources confirmed. NYPD said it planned to order the same phone and travel records on Clinton and Abedin, however, the FBI said it was in the process of requesting the identical records. Law enforcement sources are particularly interested in cell phone activity and travel to the Bahamas, U.S. Virgin Islands and other locations that sources would not divulge.
The new emails contain travel documents and itineraries indicating Hillary Clinton, President Bill Clinton, Weiner and multiple members of Congress and other government officials accompanied convicted pedophile billionaire Jeffrey Epstein on his Boeing 727 on multiple occasions to his private island in the U.S Virgin Islands, sources said. Epstein’s island has also been dubbed Orgy Island or Sex Slave Island where Epstein allegedly pimps out underage girls and boys to international dignitaries.
Both NYPD and FBI sources confirm based on the new emails they now believe Hillary Clinton traveled as Epstein’s guest on at least six occasions, probably more when all the evidence is combed, sources said. Bill Clinton, it has been confirmed in media reports spanning recent years, that he too traveled with Epstein over 20 times to the island.

I'm still waiting for the deafening silence from elsewhere on the internet to be broken. Until I see confirmation, this is just a rumor.
Please, O please don't let this end up being a satire site!
If this proves even partly true, this election has gone from circus to miraculous, and one for the books.

Not popping any champagne corks yet, because it all sounds too good to be true.
But it's at least good for a chuckle.

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Patient Assessment Overview

Originally posted at WRSA
Entire medical text volumes have been written about a full patient assessment, and what it should encompass. This will not be one of them, but it will serve as a reasonable overview for your efforts.

The type of assessment you perform is entirely based on time and resources devoted, which dictates the scope.

The first, and largely ignored, is the Eyeball Assessment. What you see in the first few to twenty seconds of contact with your patient.
Are they conscious? Alert? Oriented to person, place, time, and events?
Breathing? Normally?
Do they have any Stevie Wonder fractures, i.e. obvious deformities?
What color is their skin, as in normal nail-bed pink, or pale, jaundiced, etc.?
In short, can they walk, talk, and basically function normally?
This is a Go/No Go evaluation, and determines the likely severity of their situation, and the scope of your further efforts.

The second, usually deployed in the Mass Casualty Event (a Mass Casualty is ANY event when demands exceeds immediate resources, and could be as little as one patient), is known in the biz as the START assessment, for Simple Triage And Rapid Treatment.
A picture being worth 1000 words, here it is:
The algorithm above embiggens. Learn it, love it, live it.Use of this algorithm enables one person, with a handful of triage tags with four color choices (which determine rather exactly your medical future) to triage multiple patients in a few seconds apiece, and then get back to focusing on the worst first without wasting resources on those who died or soon will.
There are multiple videos on YouTube covering START Triage which explain this. A quick survey showed that they're all bad (in being poor quality, lousy presenters, boring as f***, but..), but pick one and follow along, because they cover the information, while unfortunately being largely unwatchable.

The next level of patient assessment is used for most contacts, the Primary Assessment.
The list is a little more involved, and from this point onwards, all assessments need to be seen as only one data point. This means while true, they don't tell you much by themselves; the key is to do multiple assessments, and note the trend, over time. That's where they gain their true value.
This requires adequate documentation each and every time, and completeness, each and every time, at least of the pertinent items.
You want the following:
Baseline mental ability: awake, alert, oriented times four items?
Body Temperature?
(Note that even lacking a thermometer - which you shouldn't but...- hot/warm/cold to touch is still clinically useful.)
And skin color and moisture: pink/dry is normal. Pale/diaphoretic(sweaty) is not.
(Note also that if lacking medical terminology, plain English will suffice.)
Pulse: regularity (or not), rate (beats per minute), and quality (weak/strong/bounding).
Respirations: regularity (or not), rate, including chest symmetry, and any further medical description of the respirations (which requires more than laymen-level instruction), if appropriate.
Blood pressure. With a cuff, and where (on the patient's body) taken.
Pulse oxygenation, if you have the capability.

The above is standard from field and ER triage desks to surgical anesthesiology, and will stand you in good stead if you equip for it, learn it, and do it. Practice now, and on patients from infants to the elderly, any time the opportunity presents itself.
Ancillary equipment in any of those environments can get you more information, but you can't suffice with less, in most instances, nor should you try.
I repeat: Documentation, Accuracy, and Trend Over Time.

Lastly is the Secondary Assessment. It is a complete review of the body from head to toe.
I can do a pretty thorough one in two to five minutes on a prone patient, even if they're unconscious. The checklist runs to two or three pages. (Flighterdoc, I , or some other author may devote a separate essay to same in the future.) As this is where patient assessment and other medical texts come in handy, the short summary is that you look at and palpate (touch and feel) everything from the top of the scalp to the soles of the feet, which you have to be able to get to and see - which is why the doctor always wants you in that annoying loose gown first, and why paramedics cut your clothes to ribbons nine times out of ten at an accident scene. Jeans and boots are replaceable, death is not.
You are looking for obvious deformities, bleeding and/or other fluid leaks, bruising, other wounds, skin color, movement, nerve sensation, circulation, intactness of bones, normality of reflexes, or any and all deficits in the above. Head, neck, torso, abdomen, groin, arms to the fingertips, and legs to the toes, including rolling on the side to inspect everything, particularly the spinal column, from head to tailpipe, inclusive.
If the patient is awake and responsive, it also includes hearing, eye movements, and verbal expression checks, because these give you cranial nerve function times twelve (you should look these up) without a CT scan, in about a minute.

After that, you progress to things like laboratory blood, urine and fluid tests, and diagnostic imagery (Xrays, Ultrasounds, CTs, MRIs) which probably are - but need not necessarily be - beyond your scope. (For one example, you can get a bedside ultrasound machine for about the price of a thermal weapon scope. One can pick out a target at 1500 yards, and the other can diagnose internal bleeding or appendicitis. You decide whether either of those things are important, and devote your resources appropriately.) You can also, even in degraded  conditions, do blood laboratory work and cultures of specimens to detect infection, if you have the equipment, training, and resources. SF 18Ds are expected to meet that standard, and did so in sandbag hooches in SEAsia amidst a war. You get what you pay and train for, and your people will bless or curse you, depending on your abilities and their outcomes.