Sunday, January 20, 2019

January Ebola Update



Just checking in, nothing really major.
TL;DR: Same-same, trending to really bad eventually. 
But it's been 21 days since my last update, so here's where it stands:

They've now vaccinated over 60,000 people in the area of DRC overrun with Ebola.
That, and that alone, is the only reason the outbreak there is still "only" into triple digits, instead of being the West Africa Ebola Outbreak of 2014, and racking up tens of thousands. Those vaccinated represent the 60,000 victims who would have probably been in the infected and dead tally now, except the experimental vaccine appears to work pretty flawlessly, AFAWK.

Despite that one small sliver of hope, per the latest (14 January 2019) WHO report, they've had an additional 100+ cases (a 20% total increase in 3 weeks), the suspected cases now become confirmed with near 100% certainty in a week or two, the actual kill ratio (dead now versus infected 21 days ago) is still running at 75%, not the happy-gas 60% number which they (WHO and Wikistupidia) keep putting out, despite knowing that the disease doesn't kill people instantly, but takes 2-3 weeks or so to do the job, and the areas that are listed as the longest number of days with the fewest new reported cases are also the ones where the health workers have been chased out by armed militias, no one's tracking contacts there because they cannot, the treatment centers have been burned, and bodies of victims have been stolen back from quarantine by relatives for the traditional let's-rub-our-hand-in-Grandpa's-Ebola-festered-corpse funeral preparations.

In short, the data is best there because it's missing entirely. Africa wins again.

Meanwhile, the newest case is in an area 50 miles west of the furthest spread before now, IOW their half-assed Congolese quarantine and travel checkpoint scheme is working about like you'd expect (i.e. not at all), and so this is spreading towards the megapolii in the interior of the country, and should pop up in a major international city any time in the next couple of months, unless the universe shows a level of concern for our species hitherto absent for several billion years.

The only other happy news is that the bordering countries, under no illusions how bad Ebola would be, have instituted pretty draconian restrictions where they can, and the outbreak is slackening in the eastern border regions somewhat.

Unfortunately, that temporary slackening could be undone by even one infected person from the hotter zones hopping in a cab, or driving a truck there, or taking a walk through the jungle off the paved roads, and starting the fire anew overnight, which no one will know about for 10-21 days, when the new case finally hits the tracker map.

In short, the whole central African clown show continues to keep festering along, until it hits some target-rich environment, and gets out of the bottle again. Like it does.

At current course and speed, we hit a Level 10 on the 34-Level Ebola Panic Meter by end of February.
Concerning (still) but not really a big deal.

I remain confident that WHO and DRC can manage to royally f**k humanity yet, and turn this into another true pandemic catastrophe, but clearly the vaccine is hampering their usual incompetence to a very small degree.

Enjoy that while it lasts.

If we assume the people getting vaccinated are definitionally the luckier/smarter percentage, perhaps Ebola can cull the stupid 10%, and burn itself out, before it takes ahold in even more populous teeming slums in the bigger cities. Those would be the ones with international airports.

Friday, January 18, 2019

Day Whatever Of The "Who Cares?" Shutdown

















President Trump is a few days away from being able to lay off hundreds of thousands of "non-essential" government workers permanently, at a penstroke.

Which is a fine start.

And at that point, there's no longer any shutdown. Just the Trump administration saving millions of tax dollars daily, going forward.

If the Dems cave, Trump wins. If they don't cave, Trump wins.

The Dumbocrats have slugged this tar baby with both fists and both feet, and now they don't know what to do. And even their own side knows they're idiots.

Stock up on popcorn and refreshments.

The day Trump tells 800,000 "non-essential" government workers "You're fired!", he cements the 2020 GOP nomination. {Google: Reagan/PATCO if you're unclear on this.}
No Republican president back to Coolidge ever dared do as much.
The day the Dems cave and give him any funding for a wall, he locks up the 2020 general election.

Dear Queen Alzheimer's: Don't like more President Trump? This shutdown is how you get more President Trump.

Looks like your boondoggle trip isn't the only thing shot down and grounded by the President. This is what happens when the Speaker of the House tries to play high-stakes poker with a deuce-level mind against the King of Diamonds.

And as this drags on, he's as likely to say "No, sorry, $5B was the offer last month. But with layoffs, I've freed up tons of government money going forward. Now the offer is $10B for the Wall, or nothing. Next month, it's $20B. Your move. -click-"


I haven't seen anyone do anything as gloriously stupid as this shutdown standoff since 30M illegals decided to show us "A Day Without A Mexican", and the freeway traffic was the lightest it's been here in 20 years.

Wednesday, January 16, 2019

Don Draper Dropped This Off On His Way To Work...


























And if P&G needs to dust off a spokeshole for their brand of New Coke©, we hear that Bill Cosby isn't doing much these days.


Which makes the upcoming tie-in to Jello Soy-flavored Pudding Pops a slam dunk.

 
 
More proof we nailed this answer yesterday:
 
 
From 0:20:20ff-1:02:30

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? Even Though He Never Did. UPDATED!

h/t Weasel Zippers


Sgt. Pathological liar. Soon to be E-1 in the stockade.





















Looks like somebody was paying attention in Buddy Aid training periods.
Looks like somebody is going to the stockade under Article 134 of the UCMJ:

 (F Troop) 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 imagined he found Jeff Udger slumped over the steering wheel, and upon returning to his command, came up with a monstrous whopper of a tale, claiming to have reacted immediately to save a life, using his military training. In fact, local rescue teams arrived, and transported the victim, without any help or further intervention by Sgt. Pinocchio.
Army officials have retracted the whole ball of bullshit, and apologized to all concerned. Apparently, the idea of checking and verifying that barracks room bullshit tales of derring-do ever occurred never dawned on the Ft.Bliss Army PIO officers (there's a bunch of no-loads begging for reassignment to something like burning shitters, after letters of reprimand and career-ending spot OERs), nor to the short-bus staff at the Army Times, which is to actual journalism what military music is to actual music.
In all likelihood, no copies of Basic Journalism will be handed out for a crash refresher course, and none of these incompetent bozos will be fired, but with any luck, Sgt. Troney-Baloney will, in short order, become Pvt. E-1 Troney, followed by a few months of confinement to contemplate the error of his ways, and a Bad Conduct Discharge to remember his Army service with shame. What a fucking douchebag.

 This is the sort of thing for which the Army routinely awards the Big Chicken Dinner, i.e. a BCD: Bad Conduct Discharge, which is one step above "Dishonorable".

There shouldn't be anyone in Troney-Baloney's chain of command who shouldn't be happy to endorse this case to a general court martial, with all haste.

So, ignoring this douchebaggery by a pathetic little fuck...how are your first aid skills? And what kind of med kit is riding shotgun in your vehicle right now? The basic point of this post was to remind folks to be prepared, and one little shit's pathological Walter Mitty fantasies notwithstanding, the greater point remains in full effect.

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 Friday 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.

Signed,
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:
"Aesop:
"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?
Cuba?
Venezuela?
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) Your powerless 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 to (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 neither you nor 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? 
Nothing. 
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

Catspaw

















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.
NOW.

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

DLTDHYITAOYWO




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.

Sunday, January 6, 2019

Sunday Games - Three Books















On Kim DuToit's former site, he would more or less annually throw out a challenge.

In the 1960 classic flick version of H.G. Wells The Time Machine, seen above, at the end of the movie, the inventor goes back to his own time, grabs three books from his library, and returns to the future, to help the helpless Eloi, bred for food by the Morlochs, re-invent civilization.

"Which three books would you choose?"

If you'd like to play, a few brief rules.

Rule 1) One book from each category:
* General knowledge
* Specialist technical knowledge
* Anything Else

Rule 2) You have to read the posts before yours, because: NO DUPLICATES.
Failure to follow Rule 2 may result in anything from Tsk!Tsk!ing to merciless mocking to blotting your entry into the ether, purely at random whim. Don't muck this up; it isn't that hard to get right.

Rule 3) Any series or multi-volume sets shall count as one book.

Rule 4) Consider the following books already picked, thus OFF LIMITS:

*The Christian Bible, Old & New Testaments
any version you can imagine, and any included subsets, like the Torah, etc.

*Any Dictionary You Can Imagine

*Any Thesaurus You Can Imagine

*Any Set Of Encyclopedias You Can Imagine
Britannica, Americana, etc.

Don't go there, please.
Anything else is fair game.

Comments are wide open.
You may confine yourself to just listing the three titles, or explain yourself as you feel the need.
If you choose to provide Amazon links, that's up to you.

Have at it. The future of the Eloi awaits your decisions.
Survival, and/or every other subject.
I'll throw out the first pitch in the opening comment.
Then it's on.

Spot The Trend



Sorry if that left a mark.

And hey, while we're on the topic, how 'bout that Mitt Romney?
Any buyer's remorse in UT yet?

Saturday, January 5, 2019

Calm Down


Relax. Marines have been securing and evacuating embassy legations
since at least 1900, IIRC. (And that's A.D., not Hours.)


















Multiple folks have sent me links to this story as though it's anything to panic about:
https://www.breitbart.com/news/us-sends-troops-for-possible-violent-congo-vote-protests/

Like we're either sending them to lick Ebola patients, and/or take over the country if the elections don't go right, with a whole 80 guys.

Guys, especially those who have zero military service, please: read the damn things before running around in circles.

"While Congo has been largely calm on and after election day, Trump’s letter to House Speaker Nancy Pelosi said about 80 military personnel and “appropriate combat equipment” had deployed to nearby Gabon to support the security of U.S. citizens and staffers and diplomatic facilities.
More military personnel will deploy as needed to Gabon, Congo or neighboring Republic of Congo, Trump’s letter said."
Translation: if the locals lose their shit, we may have to evacuate US and other allied nationals, and would want to bolster the probably six to ten guys who constitute the entire US Embassy guard there at present.

The Marines have Special Purpose Marine Air Ground Task Force - Crisis Response Units, as does the rest of the .Mil, to make sure what happened at the Teheran US embassy in 1979 was a one-off situation.

The personnel and equipment sent to AFRICOM were overwhelmingly augmentation to the US embassy forces and evacuation facilitators, should that become necessary, not presidential election peacekeepers. We do that all the time with the Turd World, because we have to.

They'll probably also include an SF team or three familiar with the area, to set up a secure mission control and launch site out of country on safe ground for communication, command and control, and helo and aircraft support, should any of that become necessary.

A primary contingency mission of every Marine BLT afloat is emergency embassy and dependent evac. Sending in some guys to tally heads, pre-survey routes, LZs, recon the potential hostile forces and allies, etc. and augment the small embassy detail is common sense.

There are probably also a number of additional communications personnel, both to run radios and set up additional comms, or, worst case, to help secure and/or destroy everything in the secure vault there. And a Joint Attack Controller or two, to either bring in aircraft for lifts, or to drop some hate on anyone who chooses to f*** with the American embassy or its personnel.

So take a breath, and relax. We're not conquering a country the size of Texas with 80 guys.
Besides, some of those guys are probably in the Air Farce, and they'll be just as scared if things go sideways as the other civilians. (I kid. ;)

Appeasement, Anyone?















Having exhausted attempts at further rational debate, we're now down to violin music and appeasement in discussing what to do about drugs.

Because we've tried half-assing it since...ever, which hasn't worked. And getting serious is simply too hard, too awful, and double-plus ungood. So let's just declare the whole idea silly, and surrender society to the much cheaper and better onslaught of doing Nothing.

The most I can hope for is some diversionary programs that keep non-violent drug users out of prisons. And I don't want to do that because I give a rat's ass about the users. I want to do it because it's expensive to house and feed them in prison. This isn't about empathy. It's about economics. The $31 billion we spent on this failed policy this year. The estimated $1 trillion we have spent since Nixon.
 Dear Borepatch:
1) How much we spend is no measure of anything but how much we spend.
You've perhaps seen Brewster's Millions? That's the government, at every level, every day for the last century.













And what was the punchline in that flick on how to spend $30M in 30 days, and have nothing to show for it?
Politics!
You're certainly bright enough to know that without me mentioning it, yet here we are.

And Point of Order!
We spent $31B last year. Let's stipulate that. Nixon, counting on my fingers, was president last 44 years ago. So to have spent $1T on the Slap Fight On Drugs, we'd have to have been spending a great deal less in prior years. And BTW, $31B today is $6B in 1974, the last year Nixon was in office.
And the vast bulk of what's been spent was post-1986, with the whole thing barely even registering from 1971-1985 (and that's the numbers on a bleeding heart "The Drug War Is A Failure" site), by which time the crack cocaine wars nationwide were as epic as anything seen during Prohibition, because of total neglect of this so-called war for 15 years, and after the infrastructure was well-established. And most of the "spending" they list is due to incarceration of a generation of former Uzi-toting narco-warriors at the street level, not grannies scoring an extra Vicodin at the corner for a fin.
So if we're going to talk about economics, probably best to use constant dollars, then or now, and not pull recockulous numbers out of our @$$#$, don'cha think?

2) Using the exact same "logic", I can point to all the cars with flat tires and involved in crashes at the side of the road, and say the experiment with automobiles is futile, and should similarly be abandoned.
I'm pretty sure we spent far more than $30B dollars on highways, and what has it gotten us? Travel is worse, drivers are grumpier, traffic is more congested. It couldn't possibly be, e.g. in just my home state, because we haven't spent enough on freeways, as the state has gone from 15M to 40M people, but Moonbeam, in two different 8-year terms, has halted all spending on freeways for his entire tenures, and diverted those literal billions in gas tax and car tax money to welfare for illegal aliens, could it???

Now, see if you can extrapolate how that's worked for drugs, at the federal level. Maybe look at the budgets for the Coast Guard, Customs, Border Patrol, etc. and see if they've seen the five-thousand-fold increase in the last 50 years as drug traffic has, and then let me know why you think we're not solving the problem.
Or just go down to the sea with a child's shovel and pail, and tell me how long before you solve hauling away all that sand.

The problems are identical.

3) I spent ten years watching caravan after caravan of human dope mules toting 80# dope bundles across the border from Mexico, by walking it here on foot carried on their backs. Real high tech stuff there. O, if only there were some way to stop people from walking here!
In person, on trail cams, and finding the piles of discarded burlap packs after we'd missed them, and they'd handed it off to a vehicle, like the March Of The Mexican Dope Penguins.
It went on for decades before I dropped in, and it's going on now.
90-95% of smuggled drugs get here.
(Except where they can't walk it here, because Big Beautiful Wall!)
Is that level of feckless incompetence your idea of a good college try at stopping it?
Or could we, just maybe, do a wee bit better?

(If I'd known then what I know now, I should have just shot the bastards on the spot. It would have had a more positive effect.)

4) I've already pointed out what an actual war looks like.
Feel free to jump in and tell me when we've ever done anything like that. IIRC, it's currently never, in history. But I'm open to honest discussion and facts I may have missed.

5) 99.99999% of those people in prison for non-violent drug offenses are there at all because they pled to lesser charges to get a reduced sentence, rather than cop to the violent felonies most of them committed, 5, 10, or 200 times prior to that conviction, and to save court costs and not clog the courts forever, D.A.s took them up on it.

Zero Fucks Given for jailbirds, or their whiny relatives yawping about how their baby wasn't that bad.

Plus, you know, I know, and Yellow Dog knows that no one, ever got caught and busted for their first puff on their first joint or crack pipe, the first time they tried it, and put in state or federal prison for that. Jean Valjean is a fictional character. So let's stop yapping about "non-violent drug offenders" when all but an infinitesimal fraction of them are far worse than that. I testified once on a guy that pled out to the two counts of auto burglary that I saw him do, and as the detectives explained to me after trial, the D.A. only took the plea after he told about all of the 500 other burglaries he'd admit to having done in just the last two months, on what was already his second strike. (Everyone who believes he started doing them spontaneously 60 days prior, stand on your head.) Oh, and the icing on the cake: he was doing them, per the PD, to get stuff to sell to support his drug habit. Ten burglaries a day or more, when he wasn't too stoned to work. Crimes are like cockroaches: for every one you see, there were ten more you didn't. Or in his case, 500. They don't just appear magically out of thin air either.

And you think if heroin was legally sold, he'd go get a real job to pay for that?
Sh'yeah, when monkeys fly outta my butt.
Which is about the time I'd be willing to pay for giving it away to him for free, too.

And those skyrocketing incarceration rates "just for drugs" also correlate beautiful with the plummeting crime rate over the same period. Consult the relevant statistics.
Three Strikes works. And the death penalty still has a 0% recidivism rate.
























Ponying out the three people railroaded for possession of a seed of marijuana (like will be done) and ignoring the literal trainloads of guys in prison for "non-violently" bringing in 80 pounds of dope, gunning down rivals for years, shooting it out with cops, and then pleading to the easy conviction, cuts no ice.

And you and I both know you won't put 24M people in chain gangs. You'll get to a few tens of thousands, which you have for possession anyways in any given month, but you'll actually do something about it besides a citation, and behavior will change. This is why a 40 ft² rudder turns a ship the size of the Empire State Building. You'll see even fewer second offenders, and damned few will need LWOP (which you cleverly glossed over completely in your response) after three times. Those meriting execution will be those who've already harmed people, and by definition, not committed victimless crimes. And you knew all that when you threw up that scarecrow and stuffed the straw in his raggedy clothes.

We've also laid waste to two countries, and toppled regimes in a couple of others, and no one has batted an eye. We've invaded Mexico three times IIRC, and frankly, carpet-bombing the cartels and perpetual kleptocracy there into charcoal would probably get the rest of the country to clamor for annexation and incorporation. At the very least, you'd end drugs coming through by the trainload, and whatever replaced their perpetual socialist nightmare there would be a vast improvement over the last 150 years.

You wouldn't need the draconian police state you decry here, because the cops would have their hands full just dealing with the paddywagon-loads of shitbags they literally trip over 24/7/365 right now. And when you clean up the little dirty corners, the middle of the floor takes care of itself. The same is true for cities. They wouldn't need to be doing all the War On The Constitution things that piss all of us off, because they'd actually be taking the problem children off the street. The crime is that they pass by the obvious causes in order to do no-knock raids on the wrong houses, and you act like doing something means doing more stupid things, rather than doing the obvious.

That's fallacious horseshit of the foulest sort if you want to seriously discuss a topic. So I think you don't.

If you want to abandon rational argument, and cut to sob stories and the typical internet nonsense about this, further debate is clearly a waste of time.

You're tired of seeing us spend $30B/year on what is a pathetically weak and horribly ineffective effort to stop drug use. Because it seems like a lot of money.
(Sorry, but 30B out of 4.3T isn't even three days' expenses. But - what a coincidence! - it's exactly what a Wall would cost. You want to propose shoving all that Drug Slap Fight money into building the entire wall this year, and we can talk about how much we need next year.)

Fair enough. Just say that you want to see that money go to food stamps and more gun laws and $30B worth of other federal horseshit neither you nor I will like instead, like it will, and then own it.
(Quick! Tell me how much your taxes dropped with the "Peace Dividend" of gutting the US military after the Cold War. I'll wait.)

But before we surrender unilaterally in the faux-war on drugs, let us know what that's going to cost us every year, forever. Just so we can measure things on a level balance scale, apples to apples.

And then, when you haven't proven your idea would cost less (because it won't, so you cannot), pull a 180, because you have to, like it or not.

Or else just come out and tell us that economics don't matter, facts don't matter, reality doesn't matter, and you aren't going to change your mind because of such petty things as facts and common sense, because it hurts your feelings. And you didn't really mean it in the first place, because it isn't ever going to happen.

If the latter, was this the five-minute argument, or the full half hour?

Wish in one hand, and crap in the other, and tell me which one fills up first.

Either drug use is bad, or it isn't.
Either government has the right to order society such that plagues like that are stopped rather than spread, or it doesn't.
There is a moral component to government, and you can't make everyone happy all the time. Everyone wants to pretend they're good, until it's time to act that way.

You can't look at the evidence, and then claim drug use even now is tolerable, let alone at what it will be when you quit that fight.

Given that conundrum, if I'm going to have to piss on someone's heads, I choose to do that to drug users and drug dealers. I didn't make their choices, they did. Drug use is a choice, not a disease, and fatness isn't caused by forks any more than mass murders are caused by guns. Banning some drugs is no different than confiscating murderers' guns, rather than the Evil Party's crusade to ban all of them.
There are medicinal uses even now for cocaine and opiates, but not for putting them on the snack shelf next to Twinkies. The same caveat applies to marijuana.

And unless you think there's room to add crack, meth, LSD, and everything else to that list, you have to continue the very drug restrictions and faux-war you say are the problem, and the quandary has you baffled, because reality is in conflict with your dogma.

So what it comes down to is whether you have the stomach for the fight, and the courage of convictions when faced with reality, or whether "Too Hard" is a good enough cop out on watching it all slide down the sewer. Like it has been. Like it is. Like it will.

I already pointed out that with most drugs of abuse but alcohol illegal, I've spent 1/3 to 1/2 of my career dealing with drug abusers. Now pot is legal here. In the first fifteen years I worked the ER, I probably never saw two people in the ER for marijuana use problems.

Now that it's not just medicinal, but recreational use that's totally legal here in Califrutopia, it's one patient/night for that, minimum.
Every. Night.
Big ERs, small ones, all over the county, in one of the (until this last election) reddest counties in the state.

So I should feel bad for convicts, and make that share of my time wasted on life's fuck-ups doing what they do....what?
75%?
90%?
100%??
And that's if abuse after full decriminalization only doubles or triples the phenomenon. If instead it goes up five- or ten-fold, you're totally f**ked.

And you want to do that because the ER isn't that busy, the wait to be seen is always so short, and we have so much free time there, and national medical costs (borne by you and me, and other people with jobs paying taxes, not by the dope users, ever) are so small, and shrinking every year?

As you responded: "Syrsly?"

"Hey, shame about your stroke, Mrs. Abernathy, all our beds are full of dope addicts, because legalization is saving the feds $30B this year. They must have forgotten to refund you your share. Bummer. Home you can learn to walk on one leg, and get used to tube feedings."
"Mrs. Vega, Timoteo's asthma attack will have to wait, I've got three meth heads tweaking and bugging out, and you'll just have to try sucking air in the lobby a bit longer."

THAT's the solution???

Please.

The last guys this bright told us that by putting crazy people on the streets, their costs would go down, and things would be better, and we'd stop incarcerating them unfairly too.

How's that working out for ya?

If you think incarceration and institutionalization is expensive,
wait until you see what turning people loose on the streets costs you.
















So you'll, of course, pardon me all to hell for noticing the insanity of trying that exact jackassery again now, with drug users, who are so much easier to deal with in the ER than just crazy people.

Like the 90# guy so whacked out on PCP, he pulled the handle out of a refrigerator, and was swinging five pounds of steel with screws sticking out, and standing on his good leg, and swinging his open-fractured bad leg, bending in two places with bone ends sticking out, at me and the county cop, flinging blood everywhere, and tossing my fat ass and that of a 250 cop around like we were toddlers riding on grandpa's back. And not feeling any of it.

O, yes, more of that, every day until I retire, please, sir.

This is why discussions of the problem always derail, and it's been two years since I've last bothered.
People who favor appeasement will never admit that their way is inevitably going to be a monstrously bigger fail, More! Harder! Faster! than the worst excess of the government's Slap Fight On Drugs, because they're just sure that doing nothing has got to be better than doing something, because Ayn Rand said it was so, or some other imaginary reasons.

And all those collateral damage casualties when the war on drugs becomes appeasement on drugs are to them, exactly as to Stalin, "just a statistic".














You want to claim the moral high ground because less government is better, always.

I notice virtually No One (with the caveat "sane" helpfully added) tries to make the argument for less government at Omaha Beach.
Or Belleau Wood. Or the Battle of Britain. Or at the Angle at Gettysburg in the face of Pickett's Charge. Or on Bloody Ridge on Guadalcanal. Or at the Dong Ha Bridge in Easter of '72. Or along the Korean DMZ. Or at Yorktown.

It perhaps slipped notice, but those were all government employees there. Don't you wish there had been less of them?

WTF, Libertardians of Internetland, cat got your tongue?
Where's your Small/No Government god now??
Yell louder; maybe he can't hear you.
Or he's busy on the toilet.

Those were actual wars. Tell the class, and show your work, how less government would have been better there. As opposed to faux wars on poverty, inflation, or drugs.

And if less government wasn't the answer then, and actually fighting a war against those who'd happily destroy your society was justified, explain why that level of engagement isn't justified now?

And why is it that the vast majority of people who think like that just want their pot legalized?


















(Sorry that's not you, and about that 98% correlation, but your allies are your allies. Your circus, your monkeys.)

You don't want to be Singapore or Saudi Arabia on drugs?
ROWYBS.
Advocate for being Amsterdam.

Just don't BMW when you get what you're asking for, good and hard.
And own every casualty and caustic attack on civilization from the plague of drug use, because you'd rather look the other way than stomp on it. Open the gates of Troy, and bring in that shiny Trojan horse, then go and have a celebratory party. The war's over.

Kitty Genovese gets killed every day, I guess. Quite a brave, new world.

At least the Killing Fields and hordes of boat people finally got Jane Fonda to STFU about communism after she was so epically wrong.

So, how many skulls before that happens for the drug legalization crowd, and will there be anyone still around to notice afterwards?

 
And let's all recall that history doesn't repeat, but it rhymes. Historically, the next stop after appeasement is Dunkirk.
 
So, where were you planning to go when you lose your continent this time around?
Just out to sea?
 
Asking for a friend.

 
Because that's the point where your philosophical desire for small government no matter what becomes a suicide pact.
 
You want to do fewer cavity searches on innocent men? Fewer no-knock warrants on the wrong house, or shooting dogs, or whacking decent people trying to get a good night's sleep when the SWAT team kicks the door in? I'm fine with that. My goal with "fewer" would be "none". I'm pretty damned certain we could ratchet up law enforcement's collective IQ, from beat cop to chiefs and national directors, and solve that problem. Something in the low 90s would suffice.
 
We can winnow out that obvious chaff without raising the white flag, throwing out the whole program, or burning up billions of dollars on stupid ineffectual enforcement, and substituting things that solve the problem and remove the incorrigible from society, rather than doing nothing, or less than what we're doing now, or just doing the same stupid sh*t over and over from inertia and laziness.
 
But quitting? Quitting just gets you nothing you'd want, orders of magnitude more of what you don't want, and cements failure into permanence, while demoralizing everyone trying to make a difference. It turns a setback into a rout, and makes an error into a biblical catastrophe, and a Shakespearean tragedy.
 
I decline.
Rethink, please.
 
Especially in light of this being a nation of some 600M guns, and trillions of rounds of ammo.
If government refuses to get a handle on this, people have a historical habit of eventually stepping up and solving things on their own. Even in carteltopia Mexico. The history of the same in the U.S. is long and distinguished.
 
And won't that be fun, and oh so much better than judicial law and order?