Saturday, July 31, 2021

There Goes That Idea...


Vaxx passports? Hell, they can't even give the sh*t away now.
Stick a fork in that jackassical idea. It's done.


  • About three-fourths of people infected in a Massachusetts Covid-19 outbreak were fully vaccinated, according to new data published Friday by the CDC. 
  • The new data, published in the U.S. agency's Morbidity and Mortality Weekly Report, also found that fully vaccinated people who get infected carry as much of the virus in their nose as unvaccinated people.

 A CDC document that was reviewed by CNBC warned that the delta variant sweeping across the country is as contagious as chickenpox, has a longer transmission window than the original Covid strain and may make older people sicker, even if they've been fully vaccinated.

So you should get the vaccine 

because it protects you against new strains 

so you can stop wearing masks

because it'll make the symptoms of COVID less severe for you

because the gauleiters and gruppenfuhrers at the CDC say so, dammit!

You can also take anything the CDC puts out with a grain of salt, because even in the linked article, after they come to all those conclusions, the CDC then hastens to undermine everything you just read. (I don't think they can help contradicting and self-delegitimizing themselves automatically at this point. If anyone from the CDC fell in a river, they would float upstream out of habit.)

But when you've lost CNBC to the vaxx bullshit, the jig is well and truly up.

And any chance of getting people to risk serious side effects, including death, for a now patently worthless not-a-vaxx has gone up in smoke.

Look for TPTB to start painting the COVID vaxxes as "Trump's Folly", in 3, 2,...


For the 329,400,000 people in the U.S. self-evidently totally vulnerable to this year's variant?

Cover your snot holes, wash your hands, and use hand sanitizer.

Now taking bets on how long it takes the stone-headed morons who still think it's all imaginary to destroy the healthcare system. Or not. It seems that the people yapping about COVID-⌂ seem to have developed a wee credibility problem.

How bizarre.

Friday, July 30, 2021

What Part Of "Existential" Don't People Get?


Let's cut the horseshit, kids.

There are not "Democrats" and "Republicans".

There are not "Conservatives" and "Never Trumpers".

Can we get serious?

There are Totalitarian Communists. And then, everybody else.

That group of "everybody else"? Those are Americans.


There is nothing American about Totalitarian Communism.

Never has been. Never will be.

You aren't going to carve out enclaves of "Free America". Because it means you'd have to cede refuges for totalitarian communism somewhere else, and nearby. Like that would ever work, once in human history. How did that go in Korea? Vietnam? Laos? Cambodia? Cuba? Venezuela? Hungary? Czechoslovakia? Poland? And countless other places? They're never satisfied with less than everything, and once they've got that, they smash it to pieces while gorging at the trough themselves, and devil take everyone else. It always ends in a pyramid of human skulls, every damned time it's tried. Fuck that idea, sideways, with a dull rusty chainsaw.

You aren't going to pick the peas, carrots, and scrambled egg out of the fried rice, and divvy up neat little enclaves.

It's not possible.

It's not practical.

And no one could ever do it, in a million years.

And even if you magically could, where in hell do you think you'd put them?? No one else wants them, here nor anywhere else. You might could palm them off on Cuba, but only if they can swim there.

The only thing that will work EVER, is going to be bog-simple:

One side is going to be alive within US territory afterwards. One side is not.

That's IT.

That's what "existential" means.

One side is going to exist. 

The other side is going to cease to exist.

If anybody is still hazy on the concept, I invite you to discuss what this looks like with the Carthaginians. Shout loud: Tunisia is a long ways off, and it's hard to hear with six feet of dirt over your bones.

So make your decision whether you're going to be the Romans, or the Carthaginians, in the next such struggle. It's coming at you like a freight train, and there's no third option if you plan to live in the U.S.

Totalitarian Communism delenda est.

You're not going to carve out your happy homeland from amidst the rubble of FUSA. Not anywhere. Mothereffing Texas, FFS, is as purple as can be. So is Florida. North Carolina. New Hampshire. Even Alaska and Montana aren't pure anything, and anyone who thinks otherwise is deluding themselves. So forget "Redoubt" nonsense. It's a porn mag fantasy.

You may have an easier time of it in some places than in others (which just tells you where the first bases are going to be), but in the end, you're going to have to either win, or lose, everywhere, because commies, like rust, never quit, and they never sleep.

So wrap your head around what's going to have to happen, sooner or later, instead of being all shocked and butthurt when Reality smacks you across the face like 8 pounds of frozen mackerel. And get busy getting ready for that day, instead of daydreaming about how it'll be when your little patch is free and happy forever, like it's been at no point in human history.

You're gonna need a bigger boat.

A loud whine and a sternly-worded letter to the editor isn't going to cut it.

You're not voting your way out of this. Elections are over. READ THAT MEMO.

You're not protesting your way out of this.

But you might, maybe, shoot your way out of where things have gotten to.

That's the only thing that's worked in recorded history.

The price of freedom is eternal vigilance, and liberty demands a blood sacrifice.

Theirs. Or yours.

And that is the only choice you're ever going to have in the matter, until the day you die.

From Sea To Shining Sea


"Millions for defense, but not one cent for tribute."
And not one square inch for commie tyranny.

Vis-a-vis this at WRSA just now:

"The former United States of America is irrevocably torn into multiple pieces.

All that remains is the drawing and securing of new borders."

With all due respect to CA,


First of all, it's simply morally repugnant. The Pledge of Allegiance says "One nation, indivisible..."

They were not just whistling Dixie when they wrote that.

We may have to throw some foxes out of the henhouse, but not a single chick will be ejected. Sheepdogs who barter some of the flock for an easy day don't last long. The only easy day was yesterday.

One of us is all of us, and there's not one square inch of US soil I'll freely part with, to cede to the commie Progtards, before I'd rather gladly see them all in Hell for daring to try.

Secondly, this isn't lifeboat ethics. Start throwing people over the side, and suddenly all the other guns will be pointing at you, and you'll be next over the gunwale the second it's convenient. Mark my words.

Thirdly, there are no "boundaries" to divide up. The coming conflict isn't a North-South thing, with clearly defined interest areas. Anyone who thinks it possible, or wise, to attempt such, is quite simply fucktarded beyond further argument, or else hasn't been paying proper attention.

You can't make peace with cancer. Either you kill it, or it kills you. Decide.

The coming conflict is going to be street-to-street, house-to-house, floor-to-floor, and in some families, room-to-room. Stop kidding yourselves, and wrap your heads around that reality.

The only way this can be carried out, is to win it all back. If that means we carry on afterwards with half the population - or more - gone forever, so be it.

Further commentary on this, I leave to the Bard of Avon, from Henry V:

"He which hath no stomach for this fight, let him depart. His passport shall be made, and crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man's company..."

And to those who foolishly thought they could jack an election, and hijack a country, with no penalty, do I repeat the following message, from the same source, to tell you what follows:

"Bloody constraint. For if you hide the office, even in your hearts, there will we rake for it. Therefore in fierce tempest are we coming, in thunder and in earthquake, like a Jove. And if requiring fail, we will compel. This is our claim, our threatening, and our message."

To any who might contest such requiring:

"Scorn. And defiance. Slight regard. Contempt. And anything that might not misbecome the mighty sender doth we prise you at." 

Steel your hearts. Sharpen your steel. And yet again,

This isn't just going to get uglier than you imagine before it's over.

It's going to get uglier than you can imagine.

A + B = C


I already told you how serious Kung Flu isn't, midway through Year Two of The Horse-and-Chicken Soup Show*.

B, over at MotR blog, wonders if and if so, how much, of the current increase in Kung Flu cases is due to the hordes of untested, unvaxxed illegals being salted hither and yon, particularly in Red State America, by the current fraudulent regime, seemingly without a COVID care in the world.

It's almost certainly happening, and TPTB will go to any measures necessary to make sure you can never, ever document that causality.

To do so would be to pull the curtain back on the Great And Powerful Oz, than which there is no greater sin.

We seem to recall telling you that the actual effects of Kung Flu
would be the LEAST of the problems you'd face from this thing.
Maybe we just imagined that. Maybe not. Go back and look...

FWIW, as I noted previously, we've seen a small uptick in cases where I'm at in CA.

We also serve a city with a yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge population of illegals. Since 1851.

And FTR, the CFR (Case Fatality Rate) from COVID in the US averages between 1.5-2%.

In parts of Mexico, particularly those nearest the US border, it's 16%.

That's not a typo. In Mexico, up to 1 person in 6 who gets COVID dies from it, because no insurance, no money, and no healthcare.

Given that reality there, who wouldn't do whatever was necessary to flee that??

I would. You would. Everyone you know would.

The Mexicans are. (I'm explaining, not excusing.)

This ain't rocket science.

The difference is that now, it's no longer US policy to stop anyone.

Which is what will lead those along the border, and elsewhere, to start employing the Three Ss:

Shoot - Shovel - Shut up

Works for wolves near Yellowstone. Works for mountain lions in CA.

And shortly, works for illegals at the border.

In 3, 2, ...

*(In the former Soviet Union, in the hard times after the Great Patriotic War, a curbside vendor was brought before the court with allegations he was selling greatly diluted horse-and-chicken soup, with far more horse to chicken .

The judge asked him "How much horse to how much chicken are you selling?"

The man replied, "It's absolutely even, 50:50, Your Honor!"

"How can you be so sure of that?" asked the judge.

"Oh, that's easy, Your Honor. I put in one horse, and one chicken."

Currently, the chicken is what's actually happening from COVID, and the horse is the amount of all the horsesh*t the government is laddling into the soup. And the ratio is the same as that horse-and-chicken soup.)

UPDATE to the previous Kung Flu post:

2+2=5: Peter at BRM does more legwork, and the lies on this "spike" is pure lies, and bald-faced bullshit. QED

Thursday, July 29, 2021

PSA: Tap Codes

 h/t Matt Bracken, WRSA, and over two thousand Vietnam POWs

Many reports put the K with J, rather than C.
Either approach works.

This is the famous Tap Code, introduced by Col. Carlyle Harris, at such garden spots as the Hanoi Hilton, Alcatraz, the Briar Patch, and numerous other Vietnam luxury accommodations for American POWs, where they were treated to rotten pumpkin soup with bugs and worms, with a bit of spoiled rat meat on holidays, like Lenin's and Ho Chi Minh's Birthday, in between having their shoulders and hips dislocated with bamboo poles, while having the soles of their feet beaten with strips of old tires, for the sport and occasional intel gathering of the Soviet Union, Red China, and North Vietnam.

They were kept in solitary confinement for their entire stays, some for up to 9+ years, until the last couple of weeks before B-52s blowing hell out of Hanoi convinced NVN that giving them back, and laying off South Vietnam was in their best interest, unless they wanted a rubble pile for a country.

North Vietnam still got off too lightly, and we should have nuked them on general principles.

Their extra-curricular activities undoubtedly broke, maimed, and disfigured most of the POWs they held for life, which was why they only released the prettiest and least-disfigured fraction (596) of the men we knew (estimates up to 2500+) they were holding. (FTR, they released the last 13 French POWs from Dien Bien Phu, from 1954, sixteen years later, long after that debacle and the subsequent French withdrawal.) The US POWs they undoubtedly shipped onwards to the Soviet Union and China - senior SAC and B-52 guys with loads of valuable intel in their heads during the Cold War - or held themselves for further torture and amusement, either died in captivity, most after 1973, or they were simply executed at some point, to a metaphysical certainty - when the commie bastards running Vietnam to this day and still holding them prisoner got tired of feeding them and playing with them because they'd run out of things to do to them. Anyone alive now would be in their 70s or 80s, extremely unlikely given that sort of treatment. They're almost certainly dead at this point in time. They're not forgotten, and what they left us includes the Tap Code.

But I digress.

The key to using the Tap Code, is understanding how to use the box, above, info that was somewhat glossed over in the links above.

It is properly used by going down, and then right, for each letter.

As noted in the exemplar at WRSA and by MB, abbreviations can be, and were, used.

"Gob Bless You" became "GBU".

Most of you already know what BFYTW stands for.

Using tap code, that would become:

One tap, two taps

Two taps, one tap

Five taps, four taps

Four taps, four taps

Five taps, two taps

Numbers are simply numbers, 1-9. (Z or O can be substituted for zero.)

Here's a bit more explanation from the originator:

That, plus memory, allowed guys in a 5'x5' darkened cell to know the names of everyone in their cell block, everyone in their prison, every name of every POW captured, and trade Bible passages, song lyrics, personal stories and details, and anything else, and keep it in their heads indefinitely.

Pray to a merciful deity this remains wartime arcana from before you were born, and doesn't become day-to-day useful. Because commies do what commies do. Every. Single. Time.

Tuesday, July 27, 2021

PSA: Fear porn? No Sale.

h/t Odd Job

I just left the ER. Where I work in Greater Southern Califrutopia.

We are officially far from being crushed by COVID. We're mainly annoyed at the stupid fuckers who keep spreading it, as if it just "went away" or something. Our COVID tents are going back up, to keep dipshits who know they have an active symptomatic case of it from walking inside and hanging out with family members before they think it's important enough to tell us this. (After the first five times you have to decon the entire waiting room and triage area, it's just not funny anymore). And we've gone back to full N95s all the time, within the ER, because of the recent spike in herd stupidity.

COVID is making a small comeback; nothing like last December/January when we WERE being crushed by it. We just got our first cases since February, starting about two weeks ago. And one jackass employee who came to work sick, and exposed an entire department to it, instead of taking sick days. Not all fucking morons who come to the hospital, and deserve to be clubbed about the head and shoulders with table legs until they bleed from their ears and eyes, are the patients.

Our ICU is half-full, because half the nursing staff left or quit after COVID 1.0 due to workload burnout. So half the beds are full, with the normal ICU patients (intubated, post-surgical, heart attacks, strokes, major trauma, etc.). The other half are unstaffed, nightly, because we can't find replacement ICU nurses at anything less than exorbitant rates, so they are unusable beds. AFAIK, we don't have a single COVID patient in the ICU, but if we did, it wouldn't be more than 1 or 2. The bigger problem is that this backs up ICU patients into the ER for days on end, and so new patients can't get in for hours, even for serious problems.

Our new COVID cases are about a 50:50 split between fully vaxxed, and totally unvaxxed.

That's the difference between reality on the ground, and bots and idiots spreading CDC b.s. talking points on Facecrack and other socialist disinformation websites.

And BTW, to date, the "Delta variant" doesn't mean Jack or Shit to us.

You either have active COVID, or you don't.

You either have it bad enough to need hospitalization, or you don't.

(The latter would mean "COVID hypoxia so bad you can't go home without oxygen", FTR.)

Anything else is officially in the IDGAF file, pretty much in perpetuity.

If this changes, I'll pass along updates.

h/t Peter

(For those who missed it 50+ times in the comments here and multiple other sites, I'm not vaxxed, and don't intend to be in any foreseeable future. I won't be a beta-test guinea pig for an experimental not-a-vaccine, with questionable safety, and no liability to the makers. And even if they put skin in the game - which none of them have, to date - I can't sue anyone if I'm dead. N95s and hand washing got me through the last 18 months with frothing fulminant COVID patients at halitosis range just fine; I see no need to change course at this point, come hell or high water. When someone makes an actual vaccine, with absolutely the same level of safety as a flu shot, or tetanus booster, that isn't a frankenvirus DNA experiment, we can talk. Until then, pass the hand sanitizer, and stay your sick ass over there please.

And for the Just-The-Flu-Bro morons who keep pimping that monumentally jackassical level of stupidity, a relatively pissant 1.6% CFR rate (only 16x worse than annual flu) among the almost 4M Califrutopians (i.e. 10% or so, no more) who ever contracted it means, that while 98.4% of those who did, didn't die, the over 60,000 who did is more deaths, in a year and change, just in Califrutopia, than all US deaths in the Vietnam War, from 1954-1975. It's not "just the flu, bro", it's "Just The Vietnam War, every year, bro". If that cluebat of reality upside the head isn't enough to put it into proper perspective for you, you're really too stupid to be on the internet without adult supervision, aren't you? And the pat you're about to get on the back won't be anything like what you thought was coming your way.)

Run and hide? FUCK NO.

Just stop being stone-IQ fucking morons about what's really out there.

And stop acting shocked and butthurt when TPTB use that Reality to go Miles Beyond Full Retard to ratchet up Tyranny, like they have, like they will.

It's what they do.

Tell them to fuck off with that shit.

If they won't listen, shoot the sumbitches in the face until they do.

(It was amazing how reasonable the Nazis got when we took their whole country away, wasn't it?)

So maybe more of that, and less Coronatardation and Covidiocy about kooky black helicopter chemtrail theories, please. If reality hurts your head, that was the 2x4 hitting the back of your skull a few times.

Pay attention faster next time.

UPDATE: 2+2=5: Peter over at BRM does more legwork, and the propaganda on this "spike" is pure lies, and bald-faced bullshit. QED

You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet


Sunday, July 25, 2021

Sunday Music: Jane's Getting Serious


As a record producer with a ton of great albums under his belt. Jon ("Don't Call Me Rick") Astley, Pete Townsend's brother-in-law when this charted in 1987, became an '80s one-hit wonder when this quirky but fun little number snuck onto the pop charts, so everywhere in the US it was even snagged as the soundtrack for a Heinz ketchup commercial (with then-nobody Matt LeBlanc). Liked the tune, loved the music video. Back-up apes? Genius.

Thursday, July 22, 2021

Mr. Anchovy and Survival's Dirty Little Secret


Bourne/Bond Corollary:

Go to Zero's place. RTWT. Watch him crush all the Walter Mitty survivalist fap fantasies in a 20-ton shop press of Reality.

And then, watch the whole skit, for entertainment.

The fact that it's survival truth is just icing on the cupcake.

(Supermodel not included.)

Rifle of Color Coffee Company Redux


Nuremberg Defense 2.0

See  previous comments.

"I'm smart enough to run a multi-million-dollar nationally-known company, and I'm conservative, - no, really, cross my heart - but as God is my witness, I didn't know the NYSlimes might bend someone's words."


Pull the other one; it's got bells on it.

I'd advise the execs at the company to start drinking heavily.

Nuremberg Defense 3.0, 20:1 odds: press release tells us CEO Hafer is going into Stupidity Rehab, to come out sheep-dipped in 30 days, and certified 99 44/100ths Stupidity Free.

As if.

Fire CEO Hafer. Publicly, and for cause. He's either too stupid to be in charge, or actually evil. Probably both. Like Dubbya, he's only a gift to conservative bloggers and late night talk show monologue writers.

Force him to put his shares into a blind trust, and relinquish control of the company for 10 years, if not forever. Bring in someone completely untainted in his stead. Have them loudly proclaim their conservative bona fides 24/7/365 forever, starting with calling out Biden's electoral fraud in such a way that the enemedia has no choice but to blacklist them as hard as they did Mike Lindell and MyPillow. Then double down on conservatism. Until CNN, PMSNBC, Rachel Madcow, and the witches' coven at The Spew hate your guts and want you dead, you're not trying nearly hard enough.

Or else admit the charade, fold your tent, and go sell shovels to shit miners.

There's no other way out of this tar baby for them. And the sooner they quit flailing at it, the better off they'll be.

The Chicago Way

 h/t to Odd Job, who's been just killing it lately with these two:

Which leads to the following three items:

And the money shot:

So how much, and for how long, are you prepared to let TPTB rub your face in shit, and hold it there, before you'll do anything?

That's the $1M Question of the age.

Wednesday, July 21, 2021

Government Spending We'd Like

We read that the DemoCommunists want to fund a Civilian Climate Corps to combat globull warmism.

Yet all is not lost.

Provided the program proposes to collect up 50,000-100,000 of the most strident of the deluded Chicken Little kooks still preaching that unmasked con-job, and send them with buckets of water to the Sun via rocket ship, we state for the record that we will sign their petition, purchase their newsletter, and march in their parade the day the first hundred or so are duly launched into space for a rendezvous with the morning sun. Will further pledge to add a 10% sweetener to our stipend for the program provided they live-televise the crews' arrival at Sol to begin work to combat rising planetary temperatures at the source. The planetary IQ hereabouts would go up 5 points a shipment, indefinitely.

We also wouldn't mind if they referred to it as the Civilian Climate Corps Program, officially.

The acronym CCCP is manifestly appropriate for anything to do with such Leftarded hogwash.

Weapons Caching


If you can do this, do this.

As a follow-up to the previous cache guidance, the topic of weapons comes up. And it should.

Firstly, I would never keep everything of any category I owned all in one neat package.

We all know

Two is one, and one is none.

But it's also true that five or ten is really spiffy. And thirty or forty is quite a party, if you have the means.

Anybody with enough Glock pistols and AR rifles, plus a basic load of ammo, to pass out in quantity is going to become the captain of the local pipehitting team in short order, if things go all the way to sporky.

And twenty guys shooting one rifle apiece is waaaaaay better than one guy trying to shoot twenty rifles at once.

But we're not going to rehash or rewrite the book on weapons caching here.

You should download it yourself:

TC 31-29A: Special Forces Caching Techniques

And this one too:

Modern Weapons Caching by Ragnar Benson (1990)

And, obviously, if you can squirrel away a buried 40' conex container with a Ma Deuce, M79s, and full auto weaponry in quantities to arm a battalion task force, without doing hard time in the federal lock-up, by all means do that.

Of rather more concern today is what else you should probably think about squirrelling away in your cache(s).

The Reasons To Cache Weapons

1) Because keeping everything in one place is short-sighted, and potentially fatal.

2) Because you may need them someplace else in the future, and don't have the ones you did formerly.

3) Because you'll be moving from Point A to Point B, because A is overrun or otherwise untenable.

Nota bene: Your Ultimate Survival hidey hole could be either of those two points. IOW, you could be trying to get to it from some Blue Hive hellhole; or you might have been there, and become dislodged. So having pre-planned, pre-surveyed, and pre-stashed supplies along possible entry and exit routes is always a good idea, whenever possible.

Not all weapons go "bang". And while firearms are great, whichever way you're headed when you need a cache, you might need something quiet, rather than a new rifle or pistol. Having the means to take game silently would be highly recommended about then. 

Some great choices:

A take-down bow or crossbow.

A fishing rig for the above.

A sling, or slingshot. At about $7@ at WallyMart, more is better.

Ammunition for the above: Bolts, arrows, hunting broadheads, steel balls, BBs, etc.

Spare bowstrings, slingshot rubber and pouches, and any other maintenance supplies.

Snare wire. (Hint: They sell green 20g, 22g, and 24g floral wire, as well as 18g and 16g jewelry wire in spools up to 100' long at Hobby Lobby, Michael's Crafts, and any number of other stores, some reels for as little as $4. For under $40, you could buy enough wire to make the squirrels in the local park, or your back yard, or the jackrabbits in the back forty, extinct. Just saying, not advocating. And remember: you nab the neighbors' poodle or Fluffy the Cat, and nobody's going to thank you for it.)

Rat traps, or actual game traps.

Fishing tackle, like trot lines and automatic reels, along with the obligatory weights, floats, hooks, etc.

Fishing net(s).

Spear points.

One gentleman I read of had made provision for ever getting separated from his shooting irons in Canuckistan while out hunting by stashing snare wire and rat traps, along with little tubes or retort pouches of peanut butter all over his hunting AO and back towards his regular home, planning to trap tree rats (squirrels) and rabbits indefinitely and simply walk home, for as long as it took.

Add a cargo pocket fishing kit to than plan, and it'd likely suffice to get anyone from the Yukon to Yucatan, and put on weight all the way.

Some people plan to, or have already, packed away a small arsenal of boomsticks and ammo. NTTAWWT.

But circumstances might dictate that quiet is better than loud, and healthier in the long run.

So when you're thinking about what to sock away, consider that you too might want to pass through an area well-fed, yet without disturbing anyone, or giving them reason to come find you and see what's going on. Or take away your shiny toys - from your cold, dead hands.

Gear Without Training Or Experience is just "stuff".

If you're likely to do any or all of the things I mentioned, or need to, it would be a good idea to try out your plan now, while you can, in the exact places you may someday pass through, to see what works, and learn how to do it, which can only be done by actually getting out and doing it.

If you've never trapped, skinned, cooked, and eaten something, you aren't going to get the ability to do any of that by osmosis, or magic beans, on the day.

Obey all applicable fish and game regs, but get out there and learn this while your pantry and freezer is full, and you haven't notched your belt any tighter. Don't wait until it's a success-or-death game of You Bet Your Life.

Tuesday, July 20, 2021

Rifle Of Color Coffee Company UPDATED


Get woke, go broke, assholes.

And go fuck yourselves. Sideways. With a dull rusty chainsaw.


And hey, Red Forman left you a message.

An old Marine Corps buddy stopped by too.


Bullshit. He got caught stupidly telling the truth, not stupidly being misquoted.
He's at least stupid, or evil. But neither option rules out both being true.

And when you get raped, you cry "Rape!" And you go all-out for blood.
You don't content yourself by claiming they got the color of your underpants wrong.

That doesn't mean no conservatives work for Coffee Of Color.
Harvard and Princeton, not to mention WaPo, ABCNNBCBS, and the NYSlimes used to employ actual conservative heterosexual Christians in leadership positions, too. Even Hollywood still keeps a few of them around, for window dressing.
The name for those people, in the trade, is "suckers".

Word to your mothers, guys: Get off the USS Zumbo while you have a chance.

Happy Peak of Western Civilization Day

{Note: This essay is a re-post from 2018. While we look with favor on billionaires pioneering private space adventure, they haven't yet achieved what the US space program had done, with slide rules and vacuum tubes, by 1962. And until they get to Mars, nothing I wrote here originally is any less true today. - A.}

Fifty-two years ago today, and just a few hours from now, is the exact anniversary of when 50,000 steely-eyed missile men, crew-cutted geeks with pocket protectors, test pilots, fighter pilots, and hundreds of metric tons of raw testosterone kicked the rest of the world's ass right to the bottom of the heap, going back to the dawn of time, from the moment that Eagle landed, to when this guy's foot stepped off the LEM ladder.

Neil Armstrong, ace X-15 test pilot, and mission commander of Apollo XI, became the first man from earth to ever set foot on the Moon, and if and until we ever get people to Mars, he put every explorer in history, and even every guy to follow, below him on what Tom Wolfe correctly called "the top of the pyramid."

He was there because he and his sidekick, lunar module pilot, and outside-the-box revolutionary thinker Buzz Aldrin

had managed to land the lunar module manually, off course, and with mere seconds remaining for landing before a crash-tastrophe, because you don't fly 250,000 miles to puss out at the last 12 seconds, just for such piddling concerns as running out of fuel.

Meanwhile, as command module pilot Michael Collins

was searching the Moon's surface from lunar orbit to spot whereinhell (or rather, where in the Sea Of Tranquility) Eagle had actually landed, Armstrong and Aldrin were running through checklists and getting ready for the culmination of the combined effort of tens of thousands of people at NASA (back when they had a purpose, and a clue) and hundreds of thousands of contractors and subcontractors, all accomplished to make the trip possible, less than a decade from Kennedy's speech promising we'd do it.

Because that's what Americans do.

There are countries that use the metric system, and those that have landed on the Moon.

It wasn't until 8 years later, with the lackluster premiere of uber-mediocre science fiction government conspiracy trope film Capricorn One in 1977 (James Brolin and O.J. Simpson as heroes in that movie should have been the tip-off there), after the moon landings had all concluded, that any one of countless hordes of fruitcakes started seriously espousing the idea that we'd somehow magically faked the landings, necessarily including hundreds of thousands of people, from NASA, to the Russians, to every country with a radar, as being somehow "in" on the hokey asstardian imaginary conspiracy suggested, and all agreeing to STFU about it. Until it was cleverly revealed by people showing how they did it, using special effects and video technology completely unavailable anywhere in 1969. Well played, lunatards.
Occam's Razor alone slashes the throat of that nonsense, but some of these former alien seekers, bigfoot hunters, and Loch Ness monster fisherman still cling to their flat-earth retarded psychosis, despite the fact that people were regularly bouncing laser beams off the reflectors placed there in during the Apollo missions to prove the lie of such nonsense,

and the mental illness persists today despite even recent high-res fly-by photography of the lunar surface that has photographed the sites of all the lunar missions, including spotting the astronauts' footprint tracks and the tire ruts from the buggy explorations of later flights, and spotting the pieces of our space leftovers from altitude, right where they're supposed to be.
Because, as news to a previous America-hating president, we built that.

But you can't argue mentally defective lunatics out of a position with reason and logic when they didn't use that to get there in the first place.

The inescapable truth, for those sane enough not to fart simply to smell their own tailwinds, is that we went there, as the only nation that could, and the one that did, and the glory of that belongs to those who did it, for all time.

America haters at home and abroad: This is what it looks like when patriotic geeks
 cut loose and freak out. So you losers can suck it.

But on the day, that summer Sunday afternoon in 1969, when Armstrong stepped out the door to rendezvous with destiny, there wasn't one single car on the streets, anywhere. I was there, and I went outside, and I saw it with my own eyes, kids, from a house just up the street from where Rocketdyne made the Saturn V engines that took us there, again and again. 
Nothing outside moving, anywhere. Not. One. Single. Person.

Every single human on the planet with access to one was huddled in front of black-and-white or color TVs, back when TV had those choices, and each holding their breath waiting for the moment that the cream of 1969 video technology broadcast the shadowy moment to the waiting world.

Not Adidas. Or Nike. But totally made in America, baby.

Of the only twelve men who've ever walked on the Moon, only four remain alive today, including Buzz Aldrin. Neil Armstrong passed away at age 82, nearly nine years ago. The four survivors were all born in the 1930s. The baby of the group is 85. Aldrin is the old man, at 91.

But they, the other astronauts (and even cosmonauts) who made it possible, and the other men and women who built the machines and the systems that allowed us to conquer space and take our first steps on another spinning orb, deserve the eternal glory and thanks of the entire world, both that was and that is, for fulfilling such a primal urge, and manifesting the best and brightest of human destiny.

We need to go to Mars, and beyond that, because that's what we were made to do.
We plan, we measure, and we accomplish, because we have minds to think, imaginations to soar, and dreams to fulfill, always beyond that next horizon.
And we're only at our best when we're doing just exactly that.

We came in peace for all mankind.

Remember their efforts, and their greatness, if the pants-piddling diaper-soiling incompetence of the current crop of government jackholes starts to get you down.

We can do better than them. We can even do better than Apollo.

And. We. Shall.