"violation of personal right to make healthcare decisions"
"arbitrary and capricious"
"unlikely to pass any serious judicial scrutiny"
"not authorized by Congress"
Best part of the entire ruling:
"Although this Court considered limiting the injunction to the
fourteen Plaintiff States, there are unvaccinated healthcare workers in other states who also need protection. Therefore, the scope of this injunction will be nationwide, except for the states of
Alaska, Arkansas, Iowa, Kansas, Missouri, New Hampshire, Nebraska, Wyoming, North Dakota,
South Dakota, since these ten states are already under a preliminary injunction order dated
November 29, 2021, out of the Eastern District of Missouri."
In short, the federal judiciary is functioning as intended, and has told the Biden regime to go fuck itself.
And it only gets worse for Poopypants from here.
Also, every argument cited applies to federal workers, and all private employees. Vaxx mandates are effectively dead UFN.
Thomas Dolby's one-hit masterpiece from 1982, from an LP (yes, kids, you used to buy 10-12 songs all at once, instead of cherry-picking hits, and "digital" meant taking your hands and flipping through the albums on the rack), presciently titled The Golden Age Of Wireless. Just as fresh now as the day it was pressed.
[Dear Racist Racetards: The term "Black Friday" has Jack and Sh*t to do with anything racial. It's the sale day/weekend that is intended to help retailers get their financial books "into the black" i.e. finally turn a profit. Explaining this became necessary once the 40 IQ kids were left in charge of Social Justice, which date is defined as "ever", on any calendar in existence. ]
For about a year now, on YouTube and multiple other platforms, a few people working as "S2 Underground" have been posting videos once to twice a week, from about two minutes to two hours in length, on intel, counter-intel, and preparedness intel and updates.
They aren't five-star, but the guys behind them clearly know what they're taking about, and have obviously "been there, and done that". Which puts them in front of 90% of YouTube "experts" on anything.
If we had a quibble or three, it's that we wish someone would teach people how to do YouTube videos, starting with "Stop 'umming' and 'uhhing': write a script, rehearse it, and tighten it the f**k up." and moving on to "It's a video, FFS: Don't tell me, show me. Better yet, show me while you tell me." IOW, this is audio-visual presentation. If you're wasting either verbiage or visuals, you're shortchanging your audience by 50%, at minimum.
I would take a salary of $1/yr to consult on this, but most people just bumble along and get better with time.
That aside, the information and concepts they cover, they clearly do from solid knowledge of the subject matter, and you'd have to be a pretty slick operator not to learn something from what they're passing along. (And fully expecting YouTube to eventually hose them out of existence, they're doing it redundantly, on multiple platforms.)
Proving, yet again, they know a good bit about WTF they're talking about.
They have about 90 or so videos up. Some have been overtaken by time, but a lot of the "How To" efforts remain relevant, and you could go from know-nothing to know-a-lot with the investment of some time on their upload list. Topics range from livestreamed intel updates to "5 Minute Tradecraft" to food preparedness. If you can't find something they can help you with, or get you thinking about that you hadn't mentally worked through, you're either not trying very hard, or you're already a soopergenius.
We commend their channel to your watch list, and wish them continued success, and diligent improvement in their offerings. They're worth your time, and to date, your subscription to YouTube continues to cost $0.
(Gateway Pundit)The Salvation Army wants its white donors to give it more than just money this Christmas season. Its leadership is also demanding they apologize for being racist.
It’s part of a push by the Christian charitable organization to embrace the ideas of Black Lives Matter, an activist group working to, among other things, “dismantle white privilege” and “disrupt the Western-prescribed nuclear family structure.”
It'll be a cold day in Hell before these @$$holes get another dime from me, and what I will leave in their pots won't pass for cash or coin, unless you're a dung beetle. It's liable to be folded up TP, with a skidmark. Yes, I'm serious.
If they want money, they can hit up woketards like Colin Krapperdick.
The only other thing they'll get from me from here on out will be fond wishes that they self-fornicate themselves in a tight place, sideways, with a rusty chainsaw.
And because of our generous nature, here's a new logo for the organization, gratis, to replace their now-obsolete one:
But if you'd like to send them a bag of dicks to eat, their US address is
Salvation Army USA National Headquarters
615 Slaters Ln #1112
Alexandria VA 22314
If you'd prefer to give them an earful by phone, that number is
As far as we can tell, it's the US branch of the organization that's responsible for the currently-noted rot.
We suspect this cunning plan isn't going to turn out like they thought, and they'll live to repent of it..
When you accuse an entire race of people of racism, purely because of their skin color, you've just committed the exact sin about which you claim to be all butthurt: judging people by the color of their skin, rather than the content of their character. The Rev. Martin Luther King would have laughed you off the stage, and kicked your ass RTF out of his church. Jesus Christ himself would have started with you by making a whip of cords...
I understand the reticence of acknowledging that Satan's Army is now overrun by Marxist Critical Race Theory. Suck it up, buttercup. No one who demands you self-flagellate because of your skin color is your friend, nor is preaching any part of the gospel of Christ. They're preaching the gospel of Karl Marx. To Hell with them all, because that's where their message originates.
No one cares if the flags still had creases from the packages, and were carried by FBI paid informants and hired crisis actors. You've been tagged with that, and now you own it.
And here's the bill:
CHARLOTTESVILLE, Va. (AP) — A jury ordered 17 white nationalist leaders and organizations to pay more than $26 million in damages Tuesday over the violence that erupted during the deadly 2017 Unite the Right rally in Charlottesville in 2017.
After a nearly monthlong civil trial, the jury in U.S. District Court deadlocked on two key claims but found the white nationalists liable on four other claims in the lawsuit filed by nine people who suffered physical or emotional injuries during the two days of demonstrations.
We've told people, multipletimes, not to play in the street. But they were soooooo much smarter than we were. Right up until the ambush was sprung, and the whole idea blew up in their faces.
If this outcome surprised you, you're not tall enough for this ride.
And then they got played again, at the Capitol last January, just to drive the point well home.
If you're not going out to play with the express intention of racking up a body count in the mid four figures, you shouldn't be going out to play in the streets at all.
Nothing you seek to win is up for grabs there, and like this verdict, when the dust settles, you'll be eating a 20-foot-long party sub sh*t sandwich. Every last bite of it.
If you couldn't figure out better uses for $26M, you're definitely not bright enough for what's coming. There's a million things you should be doing, and not one single one of them is "go to a protest march". Which same haven't worked once, since ever.
Fill out any grievances below.
Then apply the included ointment to the affected area. Repeat as necessary.
If I'd been walking out of a certain courthouse in Kenosha last Friday, I'm pretty sure this would have been blasting out at 200 watts, with the volume control set to 11, and the windows down.
Oh what the hell.
Notwithstanding what we said (and meant) yesterday, anything that makes liberals cry is good for the soul, if nothing else. You may have heard some of these on Sunday Music before. So did those guys in Kenosha last year. ;)
Now that I think about it, you know what this set needs? More cowbell. I've got a fever... And just to bookend this 8-pack:
The cold, hard fact of the matter is that the verdict in the Rittenhouse trial should leave anyone paying attention with the same feeling they would have had on the Promenade Deck of RMS Titanic early one cold April morning if they'd discovered the lifeboat davits were still operating.
Pardon me for not getting all misty-eyed nor ebullient over that.
The fact that there was even a trial in the first place means you don't have enough food, ammunition, or hard-assed and like-minded friends lined up for what's yet to come.
Perhaps work on that, if you please.
When the prosecutors in this misbegotten abortion are in prison after being disbarred, the Kenosha mayor and do-nothing police have all been fired, and the WI State police are rounding up all the rioters and charging them directly with the arson and other felonies that occurred in Kenosha, give a holler. Not before.
And when the SOP in any future riot anywhere in the country is that the looters, vandals, and arsonists therein will be shot on sight until the nonsense ends, and en masse if necessary, then you might begin to think you had a functional country again, with its collective head screwed on straight.
(DUMBFUCKISTAN) During a two-week period ending Nov. 6, several of the Los Angeles County communities with the highest rates of coronavirus cases are also communities that have higher than average vaccination rates. Authorities aren't quite sure why that would be.
Department of Public Health Director Barbara Ferrer said authorities are trying to examine what factors are in play in individual communities that have above-average vaccination rates but still had among the highest new-case rates. One common denominator appears to be age. Younger people are driving this pandemic, Ferrer said.
The median age of people becoming infected ranges from 26 to 36, meaning young people are driving the numbers. More than half of the county's confirmed COVID-19 cases to date have been among people 18 to 49-year-old, according to county health officials.
Studio City, with the third- highest new case rate, has a 79% vaccination rate, and Santa Clarita, placing fourth on the list, has a 75% vaccine rate.
Geer Village Senior Community in North Canaan, Connecticut, is an independent and assisted living home which experienced a severe outbreaking of the virus. Since Sept. 30, 22 employees and 67 residents have contracted the virus, with eight residents dying from virus-related health issues.
NBC News said that "all but two of the infected staffers and residents were fully vaccinated." The nursing home said, "We are obviously concerned we experienced some level of waning immunity."
And from overseas, in a country which has gone from a 10% to a 68% vaxx rate since May, this:
(Scheißekopfia) Lothar Wieler, the head of the Robert Koch Institute, said regular medical care cannot be guaranteed anymore in some parts of [Germany] because hospitals and intensive care wards are overstretched.
The German air force confirmed a report by Daily Bild that it was preparing to help transfer patients to clinics with free beds.
“All of Germany is one big outbreak,” Wieler told reporters in Berlin.
I'll take, "Your Goddamned Not-Really-A-Vaxx Isn't Working, Never Has, And It's What's Driving The Entire Pandemic Bus Now" for $1000, Alex.
Idiots are now on their 4th shot, with #5 waiting in the wings, and still can't bring themselves to admit the obvious: they were suckered into being beta-testers for experimental DNA "therapy", and it's backfiring like crazy. And we haven't even hit the one-year mark since it was first inflicted on the population. Brilliant!
No mention whatsoever of deaths and permanent disabilities from the vaxx, which by now probably outstrip deaths and side effects from COVID among the vaxxed.
Come up with a transparently actual vaccine, that doesn't rely on aborted babies and experimental gene therapy, and make the manufacturers of it 100% liable for all damages from it, give people the actual choice whether to take it or not, and see how that works for you.
You know, like we've done for everything from smallpox right up until last December.
Or was it that this has nothing to do with disease control, but rather is for population control, for all values of the word "control"?
If any of you are regular visitor's to Phil's Busted Knuckles blog (and if you're not, fix that), you know what I'm talking about here.
So there I was, ranting away t'other night on the keyboard, when suddenly there was a loud BANG! downstairs, and the sound of a firehose. I could hear the water rushing through the pipes, and thought it must be a neighboring suite, but being seated near the duct for the bathroom, I could also detect the sound was apparently coming from my bathroom. As I wasn't using any appliances in the bathroom downstairs at the time, I was a tad concerned.
Descending tout de fucking suite, I arrived at what could only be described as the screaming nightmare of every current or former submariner: water blasting into the space at ludicrous pressure, uncontrolled by anything whatsoever.
From the supply line somewhere underneath the porcelain throne.
Quick as a flash, I flipped the cut-off closed. No dice. Standing ankle deep in cold water, I couldn't see that the reason the water continued was because the supply tank was also draining back out through the supply line, which was why shutting off the stopcock alone wasn't making the flow stop.
But having been here some years, I also made a point of knowing where the master water cut-off was outside, so out I dashed, and flipped that as well. When I returned, blissful silence, but again, only because in my absence, the supply tank had finally emptied itself. Inside the room.
I also remembered that the management company's two hired plumbing flunkies, Goofus and Doofus, had done exactly one thing right in their just-before-COVID replumbing of the building I was occupying: they'd installed a whole-house cutoff upstairs. So I went up, accessed that, and threw it for good measure.
Then went out to turn the rest of the building's water back on, and ponder my next move(s).
Elapsed time: maybe three minutes. Now I returned to the scene of the catastrophe, and started bailing and bucketing water into the john, before it soaked through walls, etc. It was about a bathtub's worth, and the rest I set upon with all the spare linens I could locate.
Now with time to think, I explored the source of the problem.
About two-plus years ago, Goofus and Doofus had come through, and re-piped (so to speak) each unit. Why, the management company and God alone knows. The new supply pipeline they'd installed hangs two feet lower, robbing that much useable space, and creating another attic headache in what was once almost all useful storage space.
Then installed the afore-mentioned drop line with individual cutoffs, connected to not new copper plumbing, but out of sheer cheapness and laziness, PEX lines. To which they'd attached new through-wall supply lines for toilet, sink, and such, but which, unlike the '70s-era original plumbing, now had shiny new individual point source cut-offs, enabling plumbing changes at whim by tenants or management.
So looking at the now empty toilet tank, I noted that the supply line from wall to flush valve was hanging as limp as Grandpa's johnson, completely detached from the wall cut-off.
After unscrewing it from the tank valve, I was looking at a virtually pristine stainless-reinforced supply line, without anything wrong.
Oh, except for the wall coupling end having become completely effing detached from it, after the joint blew apart.
I found the nut still attached to the supply valve at the wall, and unscrewed that. And found that the brass intake valve was sheared off completely at the nut, hence the sudden blast of water into a small room.
The (ostensibly brass) part was thinner, in actual fact, than gum wrappers I've unwrapped from Wrigley's gum. The shiny still-new label identified the supply hose as - wait for it - made in fucking China.
Aiyeee! Backstabbed by goddamned Chineseium bullshit pot metal masquerading as solid brass. My grandmother's ass. The aluminum on my military dogtags was thicker than was the wall thickness of whatever cheap copper- or brass-plated bullshit this was made, which is how it failed in under two years.
And a glance at the clock let me know the time was conveniently a couple of minutes after even the late-night hours of WallyWorlds had shuttered them for the night, so I had to wait all night until the next morning to secure a replacement hose, and a back-up spare.
See if you can guess how many times that night I needed the necessary plumbing the minute it was no longer an option.
And, come the dawn, only to find that the exact replacement was made of the exact same chineseium bullshit. Same story at Lowe's. Same story at Ace. And two local builder's supply outlets.
Chineseium? EVERYWHERE???Oh, F - - - !!!!!
Mind you, the spiral galvanized steel crapola that was here when I moved in pissed me off royally, but even that sorry old crap had lasted twenty years without a dribble, while this brand-f**king new supply line had full-on failed spectacularly in less than two years' time. Apparently, just for the helluvit.
So after no choice but swapping in a new version of the SOS, and a new toilet tank valve, because removing the old one revealed it sorely needed replacing, I can now only wonder when the next submarine damage control drill will occur, and whether it'll be the supply line, the stop-cocks, the PEX tubing, or some as-yet-undiscovered secret flaw in Goofus' and Doofus' ass-crack apprentice plumbing work.
(And yes, the sales receipt, the five-year warranty, and all associated materials are now zip-locked safely above the mean highwater mark, and any future damages will be handled by attorneys.) I'm seriously considering re-doing the bathroom floor to a height of six inches, including the lower door sill, in swimming pool gunite, covered by new tile, and with a porthole-style nautical door with knee-knocker surround. Yes, I'm serious.
The only happy accident - definitely not Phil's luck here - was that this happened while I was literally sitting right on top of the disaster when it happened, rather than freshly asleep, to find myself floating in a new lake the next morning, nor at work for a twelve-hour shift, and arriving to find the front door had been fire-axed open, after the neighbor's sheetrock was carried away in a wall of torrential flooding, or even worse: out of town for a few days, only to watch my disaster featured on the local news from somewhere else.
This one is a cloud still floating somewhere off Catalina Island.
And the plumbers were hired by the same management company for the property who hired Julio, Hose-A, and Hose-B Roofers, whose ass-tastic work required removal of three sheets of roofing plywood from my roof, and a complete reroofing of the entire complex, within a year of when they reroofed it all, and about fifteen years after diligent efforts with roofing patch on my part after move-in had completely sealed my roof completely leak-proof, only to fail in multpile places within months of the new job, by the new assholes. (Did I mention the management company is a bunch of dumbass chicks who couldn't change a light bulb, and probably couldn't even manage a decent fake orgasm, let alone coordinating basic property maintenance or competent contractors for any property in the entire state, including a trailer park in Slab City? Anyone looking for a job that's about to be vacant, PM me for a hot lead.)
I cannot wait to build my own place from scratch, and never again depend upon the competency of the notably incompetent. But in the meantime, a sump pump and a flood alarm with cellular text notification are in my things-to-do queue.
And fuck anything made in China, sideways, with a rusty chainsaw, and Michelle Obama's dick.
"In a civil society such as ours, violence is discouraged. It’s possible to live a happy, successful life never having gotten into a physical fight. I’d go so far as to say that except for professional pugilists, a key feature in being a happy and successful person in modern society is not having gotten into a physical fight after grade-school.
We are so conditioned to be peaceful people that most good people are hardly capable of engaging in serious violence.
I have talked about the 80/20 rule, where studies conducted by the military after WWII showed that 80% of soldiers could not consciously line up their sights and kill an enemy. To get good people to kill, they either can’t see their targets (such as artillery or aerial bombardment) or you have to break them psychologically and recondition them to be shooters (such as the military’s reflexive shooting training)."
Yeah, no. Throwing the b.s. flag on pretty much all of that.
Let's be honest with ourselves on this point.
Killing isn't hard. Not killing the @$$holes who are overqualified for deserving it is what's hard. And that resolve, in otherwise "civilized" society, is what's melting like an ice block on a hot grill, with each passing day. Most good people are simply capable of restraining themselves from doing that which every fiber of their being screams out to undertake. Far from being "hardly capable", they're ready, willing, and able, as 2,000,000 successful firearms defenses per year, for half a century, just in the U.S. alone, demonstrates, once every fifteen seconds. The mere demonstration of the obvious capability to kill someone is sufficient, in most cases, to obviate the need for follow-through, but rather than proving incapability to kill, it proves exactly the opposite is true. And GFZ knows this, because the site frequently heads all such stories as "Another failure in the victim selection process", i.e. what happens when a hyena attacks a Cape Buffalo it thought was a rabbit.
Those "studies" vaguely referenced were numbers pulled solely out of S.L.A. Marshall's hindquarters, and so is all extrapolation based on them, most particularly the eructations of the blithering idiot Grossman who wrote the book On Killing* based on them to any degree, which in actual scientific (and military) circles is regarded as a dorm room bull session that got out of hand, and should have been printed on toilet paper to be functionally useful.
There are webpages and pages devoted to debunking his nonsensical bullshit, and the dubious statistical underpinnings upon which compost heap it's built.
Humans have been knocking each other off with little compunction since Cain and Abel's time, and anything that ignores that fact is quite simply counter-factual wishful thinking. If murder was hard to do, rather than all too easy, there wouldn't have been a Commandment about that, nor even any need for one. Reality is rather exactly the opposite then, isn't it?
80% of WWI soldiers didn't find themselves unable to pull a trigger, nor those in the Civil War, nor the Revolutionary War, nor any other war before and since, and they were obviously standing far closer to their targets the farther back in time we travel, until we get to Romans in ranks with pointy gladii. The reality is that 80% of soldiers in WWII weren't combat troops to begin with, and didn't need to shoot at anyone, ever, not once, nor had much firsthand experience with actual war, let alone the shooting part.
The fact that most of the defenders at Bastogne on the front lines were down to a few rounds, or just bayonets, puts the lie to all that "didn't shoot" nonsense. On the contrary, all military training and logistics supply - since ever - was geared towards getting soldiers to shoot less, not more. That's why they didn't want repeating rifles in most armies at the outset, FFS, and why the British were slaughtered at Isandlwana - because of rules expressly trying to limit ammo expenditure. You could look it up.
Kyle Rittenhouse had no military "reflexive shooting" training, yet capped three bad guys in seconds, with a 66% kill rate, and other than a few minutes on the witness stand, appears none the worse for wear. The actual "trauma" is the guy with his heart blown open, or the idiot minus a bicep now, both much wiser, and one happily too late for it to matter. Good riddance.
Ditto for the guy (in OK? IIRC) who knocked off a mess of home invaders with his AR as well, and then dialed 911 to report the fact, in a similar manner. People fight, and kill, when they have to, and it requires overcoming nothing but mentally flipping the switch in the head saying "It's okay to do this" at a given moment. Like the national use of nuclear weapons, we have built-in safeties. But anyone who thinks that either bullets or missiles won't fly at the appropriate time, because "good" people are too hesitant to do it, is going to die with one helluva surprised look on their face.
The entire idea that it's hard to get people to kill each other has only been contradicted by all human history since ever, and by the most elegant expedient negative feedback loop ever devised: those who feel thusly are dealt with rather harshly and brutally by Darwinian de-selection from the future breeding pool. Forever. The kill-hesitant gene was crib strangled some millennia ago. The only people left are those least hesitant.
And as any foole knows, "vegetarian" was an Indian word for "lousy hunter".
The biggest change in modern times is the fact that one's dinner is pre-loaded onto trays at the butcher shop, rather than needing to be harvested by hand with rifle, shotgun, bow, or a hatchet out back of the chicken coop, but to listen to the ninnies, that lack of experience is more than made up for by Tom and Jerry, Yosemite Sam, Elmer Fudd, and Call Of Duty blasting away. Yet the overall societal murder rate has plummeted like a stone even as pretend violence has multiplied like rabbits on Spanish Fly, which undermines their whole silly thesis.
Wise people curb those urges until it's legally justified, foolish people "just do it" for the lightest of slights. But the idea it's a hard barrier to cross, for anyone, is quite simply recockulous, based purely on the statistics. People don't follow through on the urges, for good and prudent reasons and enlightened self-interest, but those urges are in our DNA, and always have been. The actual divide is between high IQ and low, and prosperity vs. hardship, not stable vs. psychotic, but it's overwhelmingly been politics that have turned most people into killers, and the politics that lead the parade is one of the stupidest ideas and forms of government yet devised. Even religion can't hold a candle to Marxism, and when you combine the worst of both worlds, you get the political-religious abortion that is Islam, at war with everyone for 1500 years and counting, and when they run out of infidels, they start knocking off each other, because that default response is baked into their fruitcake.
People are not pacifist salad-eaters, outside of Berzerkley (and look what happened to that plan, in five minutes in Kenosha). We're bloodthirsty omnivores. Any protestations to the contrary are self-delusional.
If it were otherwise, Catholics would be the small cult, and vegan Quakers and Buddhist pacifists would be the worldwide norm.
The actual miracle is that we choose to kill so rarely, rather than every day being a Killing Fields obstacle course. If life were consequence-free, just going to work would be an amalgamation of The Purge and The Walking Dead, and you'd find that Rick and Darryl were the arch-types in life, not the outliers. Thank a merciful deity or blind chance that it isn't so. Yet.
So please, let's bury that bullshit about killing being aberrational in humans in the compost heap it should have stayed in, and where it rightly belongs. It's good for nothing but rose fertilizer.
*[To be completely fair, the portions dealing with the physical experience of life-threatening moments is worth the price of the book: auditory exclusion, extreme tunnel-vision, etc. You should read those as gospel, to learn beforehand what you'll be dealing with in the moment. Any of the rest of the psychobabble in the book telling you how difficult killing is, and why violence in movies, cartoons, and video games is so dangerous, can be accurately and succinctly described as so much horseshit.]
HISTORY: Replete with examples of sonsofbitches dumb enough to flip that switch.
What's to come in the event of a miscarriage of justice, and Kyle Rittenhouse is given anything less than the keys to the city, and a marksmanship award, for cleaning up the streets which the cops there signally failed to undertake?
"Furk them all. Go for broke. Gonna take out one? Take them all out. Go on a full-blown killing spree/vendetta/bloodletting that would make even a commie blush in shame. Kill them all, God will know His own.
One skateboarder or head-kicker or pistol-armed idiot amongst a pack of hell-bound rioters and looters comes to attack you? Kill the attacker, kill the people supporting the attacker, kill the rest of the burn-look-murder group. Kill the ones on the front lines. Kill the ones in the back passing stuff forward. Especially kill the ones holding the cell phones up and who are calling the shots. Kill. Kill. Kill. Why not? What’s the worst they can do to you? Give you 20 death penalties that will take 30-40 years for the courts to work out all the appeals and issues. 30 life-sentences? Gee, past a certain point, what does it matter?
What matters is if they make self-defense illegal, then who cares. Take everyone out. Go down the local lefty enclave and pop the judges, the prosecutors, the city commissioners, the mayors, the teachers, the lawyers, pop everyone. Get the doctor who called for the vaxx. Get the nurse who wouldn’t admit a loved one because they were unvaccinated. Pop everyone who’s supported all the wrong decisions in the last 40 years. Biden bumperstickers, BOOM. Hillary stickers or Obama stickers? BOOOOM BOOOOM BOOOOM. FBI agent? BOOOOM. BATFE agent? BOOOOOM and burn with fire. DEA? BOOOM. TSA? BOOOM.
Past a certain point, what can they do to you? If they’re going to hang you for self defending, then they might as well hang you for everything else.
They don’t understand that the concept of self defense is the last thing holding the (to them) great unwashed idiot inbred flyoverists and red staters from just saying “Copulate this” and expending a lot of their personal horde of freedom seeds and flammable objects.
Screw it. Gonna kill the rule of law? Then you’d best be ready for a lot of righteous killing."
That singularly perfect answer, courtesy of Beans, over at Divemedic's blog.
It won't be from someone sitting on their haunches after a ritual clubbing either. Oh, no it won't.
It will be head shots from 300m, and torso hits from twice that range. Anyone moving towards that shooter can expect the same medicine.
Turn and run? You'll only die tired.
The police suddenly find a pair, and think to move on that position? Best be well-mounted, and leave the married men behind. Most of the ones who go aren't coming back.
Siding with rioters is being a rioter. Cops included. No mercy, and ZFG. Headshots.
No Level IV kevlar faceplate? Sucks to be you, Officer Jackboots. New cops can be hired for a dime a dozen, and the batch that replaces you is likely to be at least one standard deviation brighter than the current crop, if only for knowing who actually butters their bread. And at the end of the day, it ain't the mayor or city council. You're about to find out - in a way guaranteed to get through your heads - what the "consent of the governed" really means, when its revocation is delivered at 3000fps, in precision increments measured in minutes-of-angle. Pay attention, or ignore this advice at your own peril.
Rocking your cellphone video? You're an instigator. Headshot.
Standing around with your hands in your pockets? Here's your surprised look, in perpetuity. Headshot achievement unlocked.
Hooting and hollering with the crew? Headshot.
You're on the field of battle? You get treated as a combatant. We don't care if you've got a walking cane, a baby in your arms, or you're wearing angel wings and a halo.
Part of the crowd? You're gonna get crowd controlled. Headshots.
Stay your asses home, and stop your burn-loot-murder bullshit, or get back on the non-violent porch, and go hoot and holler at city hall, with 200 cops around you. Or else.
Riot because Rittenhouse gets acquitted? Same medicine.
You wanted those rules, you got 'em, and what you're about to find out is that it isn't just one 17-year-old kid, you've got a tens of millions of would-be Rittehouses out here, many of them itching and salivating for the opportunity to count coup on your skulls, and only the tissue-thin curtain of "rule of law" holding them back.
Which same has been torn down and used for asswipe by the D.A.s in fucked up Minnesota and Wisconsin twice now. Fair enough. You wanted to reset the rules. Now reap that whirlwind.
You motherfuckers called the tune, and you'll damned sure pay that piper, and it won't be just once time, in one place. It's going to be for keeps, everywhere you societal septic tank escapees overflow onto the streets that decent people built, because you foolishly thought you could.
It should have been instructive that the time limit for hijacking airplanes and crashing them into buildings expired in less than 90 minutes, and was thwarted by housewives and businessmen with butterknives and rolled up newspapers. The next idiot who tried it was squashed to death under 27 passengers. No charges were even filed. They probably even got a frequent flier mileage bonus. You'll not only rest assured we'll be bringing better hardware to your next soirée, you'll Rest In Peace because of exactly that if you don't learn from it. You think your mob will win? Bring it. You might get one of us in a rush, but not before they make your head into a canoe.
You think there's enough of you brave enough to face that?
Go back to pissing in your own cornflakes, or else wearing Depends to catch what runs down your legs will be standard rioter attire from here on out. And maybe duct tape turbans, to contain the headsplatter and flying skull fragments that will surely follow.
And if you're slow learners, the monuments we make of your bleached skulls afterwards will stand for centuries, and the first ones yapping about tearing them down will have their own skulls added to the pile. In haste.
We'll call it "The Tree of Liberty".
As Bracken warned sagely months back:
"People who don't know what "minute of angle" means, shouldn't screw around with people who do."
Experience is always the cruelest headmaster. And the bell for bringing class into session is about to be rung. It won't be unrung short of epic culling of retards, and once that genie is uncorked, no one has any idea where it ends.
"Piles of brass, mountains of skulls, and rivers of blood" is a pretty safe bet.
Manifestly, the 5th Circuit has had quite enough of Gropey Dopey's bullshit, and just shot it in the head. With a shotgun and slugs. Repeatedly.
opposite, rather than a delicately handled scalpel, the Mandate is a one-size fits-all sledgehammer that makes hardly any attempt to account for
differences in workplaces (and workers) that have more than a little bearing
on workers’ varying degrees of susceptibility to the supposedly “grave
danger” the Mandate purports to address."
"(And of course, this all assumes that COVID-19
poses any significant danger to workers to begin with; for the more than
seventy-eight percent of Americans aged 12 and older either fully or partially
inoculated against it, the virus poses—the Administration assures us—little
risk at all.)"
"...the Mandate likely exceeds the federal government’s authority
under the Commerce Clause because it regulates noneconomic inactivity that
falls squarely within the States’ police power. A person’s choice to remain
unvaccinated and forgo regular testing is noneconomic inactivity."
"It is clear that a denial of the petitioners’ proposed stay would do them
irreparable harm. For one, the Mandate threatens to substantially burden the liberty interests of reluctant individual recipients put to a choice between
their job(s) and their jab(s). For the individual petitioners, the loss of
constitutional freedoms “for even minimal periods of
time unquestionably constitutes irreparable injury.”
OSHA may claim in enforcing an unlawful (and likely unconstitutional) ETS
"...occupational safety administrations do not make health policy. In seeking to do so here, OSHA runs afoul
of the statute from which it draws its power and, likely, violates the
constitutional structure that safeguards our collective liberty.
For these reasons, the petitioners’ motion for a stay pending review is
GRANTED. Enforcement of the Occupational Safety and Health
Administration’s “COVID-19 Vaccination and Testing; Emergency
Case: 21-60845 Document: 00516091902" remains STAYED pending adequate judicial review
of the petitioners’ underlying motions for a permanent injunction.
In addition, IT IS FURTHER ORDERED that OSHA take no
steps to implement or enforce the Mandate until further court order."
Right, and tight. This ruling is a judicial masterclass in the court kicking the government, and its ham-fisted overreach, in the balls, repeatedly, with steel-toed boots, and finishing with a heel stomp to the throat.
The first plaintiff violated by any federal agency's refusal to abide by the Court is liable to be responsible for a federal appellate court finding the U.S. government in contempt.
It's a short step from there to FedGov either abiding by the ruling, or electing to receive incoming fire from any state wishing to enforce the law after FedGov's abdication of the same.
This is how actual coups and shooting wars start, kids. When the Xxx State Police are directed to apprehend and arrest all federal agents within their borders on sight, things begin to get fascinating.
And platitudes like "Don't Mess With Texas" take on a whole new meaning.
Not counting the news outlets or websites along the full range of accuracy and veracity, I follow multiple actual individuals' handwritten blogs. (Bot news aggregators don't thrill me.) Looking them over, many are current serving or former military and a couple are some variation of high-speed low-drag elite forces ninjas. Or cops. Or just funny as all. Because life without humor is just despair. So in other words, the same folks I trusted in the military not to wet the bed, sh*t themselves, or otherwise run around like headless Nancys, are the same folks I trust on the interwebz, for demonstrating pretty much the same trustworthiness and circumspectly responsible behavior. Color me shocked.
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