Friday, March 31, 2023

A Salute to the Manhattan D.A., and the republic for which he stands:

 Its flag:

Its national anthem:

Its currency:

Its military:

Its Press Secretary:

Its future:

Weather forecast: Rivers of blood, mountains of skulls, and oceans of tears. (Serendipitous bonus: Those three things are also red, white, and blue!)

Do your part to make sure its theirs.

For the Usual Suspects who can't help telling us that their diapers are wet in the traditional manner, a thought exercise (if you can even pass that physical):

If the problem in your reddened crybaby eyes is that no one else wants to go first, including you (!), how else do you bunch of bitchy little whiners propose red-pilling enough Normies to get to where a lot of people are okay with "going first"?

Everything that rubs Norm's nose in How It Really Is creates better conditions for your team, and if that has to be explained to you like a three-year old, you really aren't tall enough yet for the Internet, let alone anything sportier.

Thursday, March 30, 2023

Pentagon Can't Figure Out Why Recruitment Is Cratering

Quite the poser, that question is.
And it puts a whole new scary spin on "Drill Sergeant".

Head Nitwit Prosecuting Baldwin Bails Out Of Case

Oh dear, we are in trouble.

So, the idiot in charge of pushing this farce into being is suddenly "too busy" with drunk driving cases and dogs pooping in the park to handle the manslaughter trial that promises to end her career, legally and politically. Well-played, Madame Defarge.

In other comedy news, a judge granted criminally incompetent defendant Reed permission to keep a gun at her house(!), after prosecutors forgot to redact her personal information from released documents, subjecting her to death threats pending trial.

Way to go, Albuquerque [mea culpa] Santa Fe D.A. Nitwit! Getting the trial court to okay handing the foremost accused criminal in a manslaughter case a gun has to be a new record for absolute boundless legal incompetence. It turns out it's not the law that's an ass, it's just certain lawyers.

This is what happens when you hire your prosecutors from Elmer's A-1 Law School, Beautician, and Horseshoeing Academy.

If they're still short prosecutors, maybe somebody should tell them Marcia Clarke and Elaine Bredehoft are both available on an ad hoc basis.

At this rate, by the time the trial is over, Baldwin will be the chief weapons instructor for the NM State Police, if not the governor of New Mexico.

Would the last prosecutor in New Mexico leaving this recockulous case please turn out the lights?

Monday, March 27, 2023

Statutory Rape


Yes, But Also...

 h/t Odd Job

District courts in the Ninth Circus have been spanking
Califrutopia with a boat oar, and they're just getting warmed up.

Have we mentioned that 10 days into the 14-day stay on the injunction against the unconstitutional and recockulous Handgun Roster hereabouts, the Democommunists in Sacramento haven't even filed an appeal yet?

Sunday, March 26, 2023

Sunday Music: You Are The Woman


Debut hit from 1976 by three-hit wonder Firefall, from the corner of Soft Rock Avenue and Easy Listening Blvd, that managed to peak at #9 on the Hot 100.

Wednesday, March 22, 2023

Point. Counterpoint.

 h/t WRSA

All solutions are political solutions. Reference:

This is how you do "term limits" with 0% error possible.

Monday, March 20, 2023

Boland v. Bonta: Freedom Strikes Again!

"Californians have the constitutional right to acquire and use state-of-the-art handguns to protect themselves. They should not be forced to settle for decade-old models of handguns to ensure that they remain safe inside or outside the home. But unfortunately, the UHA’s CLI, MDM, and microstamping requirements do exactly that. Because enforcing those requirements implicates the plain text of the Second Amendment, and the government fails to point to any well-established historical analogues that are consistent with them, those requirements are unconstitutional and their enforcement must be preliminarily enjoined. Accordingly, Plaintiffs’ motion for a preliminary injunction is GRANTED."

Preliminary Injunction: full text 

Eat shit and die, Commie legislature!

The state has 14 days for appeals, after which this injunction is in full force.

If they go to the 9th Circus en banc, they'll lose again. If they do, SCOTUS won't even listen to further appeal.

The jackassical Califrutopia Handgun Roster is deader than canned tuna.

If you live elsewhere, and are contemplating a handgun purchase, you'd best move smartly.

The giant sucking sound is going to be the re-opening of 10% of the U.S. handgun market, and the avalanche of product returning to store shelves in the Land of the Banned. Expect firearms manufacturers' stocks to tick upward.


Sunday, March 19, 2023

Indict The Leading Opposition Candidate: Oh Please! Oh Please!


Dumbocrats Wonder: What could possibly go wrong?

Sunday Music: Hit Me With Your Best Shot

The ass-kickingest monster hit from 1980 by the decade's ass-kickingest female rocker, Pat Benatar, which hit #9, and put her on the rock map beyond any doubt, and showcased the virtuosity of her lead guitarist and later husband Neil Geraldo, in an epic solo break. We chose it because evidently now, thirty years since she's had a hit on the charts, she's jackassically announced she will no longer sing it, and f**k what her fans want, because of "gun violence". Notably, she isn't returning the royalties from the song, nor the gold and platinum records it earned. Color us shocked. To which duplicity and hypocrisy we say, "It's a song, not a political ad. Shut up and dance, monkey." We aren't going to let her soft-headed senility now ruin a perfectly good Godzilla-sized rock mega-anthem from back in the day, before she lost her mind.

In fact, we're playing it again. Live.

Saturday, March 18, 2023

Just Like Last Time

Meet the New Boss. Same as the Old Boss.


Almost As If We Called This


No, really, we said from the outset this idiotic rush to prosecute persecute Baldwin was asinine, recockulous, contra-factualprejudicially bile-based rather than fact-basedcontrary to basic jurisprudence, and probably wouldn't go well if tried.

Hmm. How curious. I'm sure it's not true. I mean, what prosecution team has half their staff kick themselves off the trial, and 80% of the weight of their charges thrown out before they even get to trial, because they don't understand basic legal principles in place for centuries? And this is the assclown posse some of the peanut gallery is cheering for. 

They're rooting against a guy who shot two people, on behalf of a prosecution team that keeps shooting itself in the foot, over and over. Life is funny sometimes. And you may still get your most heartfelt wishes to come true, despite the prosecution trying mightily to screw this pooch so hard it'll never walk straight again, before the trial even starts.

Maybe the law works differently in New Mexico than it does in the rest of the country. Or maybe they shouldn't hire prosecutors who went to a combination Law School, Dog Kennel, and Beautician Academy. Just a hunch.

A Modest Proposal

h/t Wilder


Let's admit the obvious: Scott Adams is still too laissez-faire on the underlying problem.

Implement Lincoln's Solution.

We tried to assimilate them, but there are some things that cannot be accomplished solely with good intentions.

If populating the Joint Chiefs, Congress, SCOTUS, and the White House aren't enough for them, admit defeat, and end the experiment forever. Cut the bullsh*t, and end White Guilt.

Ship the entire race back to Africa. Lock, stock, and barrel. Not voluntary: 100% mandatory. Eliminate the entire category in the U.S. Ban any further immigration of same, in perpetuity. (It isn't like they could hide anywhere in plain sight, is it?)

If you're Black, You Go Back.

And the halves, quatroons, eighths, and sixteenths left behind can worry about either flying right once and for all, or seeing the bar for permanent deportation lowered until the problem resolves.

No more prison. Just a boat ride out, for good. First class, all travel expenses paid, no returns ever, with whatever they could carry off in their baggage. Don't harm a hair on their heads, just shuffle them up the gangplank, and shove off with the lot. Same way they got here, albeit under better accommodations for the long-overdue return journey. 

Convicts and jailbirds too. Free at last! Over there. Reparations: Paid in full. Game Over, man.

Imagine waking up in a country without Whoopi Goldberg, Stacy Abrams, or Maxine Waters. Ever again.

Move them back to a continent where every single day is Black History Month, and they can wallow in their cultural heritage until they die. They should all be properly ecstatic at the news. Encourage the rest of the hemisphere to do the same too. From the Great White North to Tierra Del Fuego. Let their people go! It's the only decent approach.

The mean IQ of all continents involved would go up 30 points overnight, and the crime rate in America the following year would give San Marino, Liechtenstein, and Monaco a run for lowest on the planet. Traffic jams get 13% better in a week - except at the docks - and the murder rate in Chicongo, Philtydelphia, Detroit, Newark, Altanta, and among the Baltimorons drop by 90% by the end of the year. All of D.C. looks like Georgetown by a week from Friday. The bottom would drop out of the welfare market too. Boo frickin' hoo.

Revisit in 20 years, and see how real Wakanda is. And in the meantime, we can focus on things that matter, instead of listening to the unceasing whiny tantrums of the world's pre-eminent millennially problem children, for whom nothing enacted is ever good enough.

Even odds if we made one step in that direction, the sane 20% of that population would start whacking the crazies and criminals in droves, until the problem self-corrected short of anything as simple as continental repatriation, but either way, it's a win for the nation.

Change my mind.

And furthermore, Diversitas delenda est.

Sunday, March 12, 2023

Dear Naomi Wolf: No Sale


Some people in the blogosphere have been falling all over themselves, and more will undoubtedly do so, to post or link to Naomi Wolf's belated apology for being a mouth-hooked bullshit gargler, and suddenly coming to the epiphany that she was lied to by the government, and by the mainstream media (but we repeat ourself) about January 6th.

Natzsofast, Guido.

Deeds, not words.

Easy apologies are cheap, and weak sauce, even if they constitute a bare first step along the right path.

Start agitating as loudly for justice for the political prisoners held without any Constitutional rights since their arrest for what has been falsely characterized as "insurrection", and in fact barely rises to the level of a college dorm panty raid.

And then, follow the bread crumbs to the precipitating event: Admit that the media coronation of Emperor Stumblefuck Poopypants - which was the entire reason for the Jan. 6th rally - was the most blindingly bald-faced and gargantuan Big Lie in modern history, and the odds that a man who couldn't fill rallies in a gas station bathroom drew more votes than a man whose rallies filled college stadiums are about 81,000,000:1, against.

Do that, and shout it from the rooftops, hammer it home from every available soapbox, and post it on every vertical flat surface from coast to coast, and maybe we can think about forgiveness.

Otherwise, such a tepid and half-hearted repentance is too little, too late, and clearly comes from no deeper than a mealy mouth and quivering lips, rather than coming from the heart.

We've seen this schtick before, from better actors...

If all this amounts to is belated crocodile tears and rank patronization, allow me to speak on behalf of the wrongly defamed and reviled half of the country: no one cares that you feel bad about being a jerk all this time.

Different song, same lyrics:
This is my shocked face. (h/t WRSA)

Sunday Music: Walk Of Life

 Dire Straits' last Top Ten single, from 1985.

Tuesday, March 7, 2023

Modern Marvel

h/t daily timewaster 

Spiffy Gadgetry

Time was, you could find these everywhere. Now they're like hen's teeth and unicorn antlers. The set, above, set me back fifteen bucks for all three at the 'zon. ($7-8@ if you buy them individually.) They're Chinesium stainless. IDGAF. They work, and they're handy sizes. What's more, you can cook under them and heat or even boil water inside them in a pinch, with a bit of care (i.e. hang them from the rim, so the heat-expanded friction-fit rings don't collapse the endeavor). 2.5, 5, and 8+ oz. And they're handier than a canteen cup or Sierra mug. The only thing they lack is a ring handle, precluding any Doc Holliday cup twirling exhibitions. But the set gives me one apiece for the car, a pack, and a pocket. The smallest one's about the size of a roll of electrical tape. The largest, a hair over 3" across, is a little bit bigger than a hockey puck, and far more useful (the cover even makes a small but useable mini-bowl.) Being steel, they don't travel well through metal detectors, if that's a problem for you. YMMV.

Nobody's invented a substitute for a cup yet, and one that folds down to pocket-size is about as handy as that item can be made.

Make The Most Of The Time


 "Unless you are actively attacking, retreating, or in movement to contact, you should be constantly seeking to improve your position. Dig, mine, wire, sandbag, and undertake continuous activities to make the enemy's job universally harder and costlier." - every army since Ever

In case you haven't noticed, things are relatively quiet lately (and I say that with an ER worker's loathing of what happens next). But overall, things aren't getting appreciably better, nor worse, unlike not-so-distant time past, and any minute in the future. And despite any huge amount of recockulous Chicken Littling from the Usual Suspects, Globull Warming isn't going to eat your children, COVID is less than a mousefart in a hurricane, and the Next Big Thing hasn't reared its ugly head. Yet.

It will show up soon, for any value of that item, in due course, especially with an activist regime of puppetmasters pulling on that IED and trying to pry it up, by the minute.

Keep digging, retards. FAFO.

So you should be working on everything you can during pauses like this, to better your own position. Because this won't last, and things will not be getting better any time this decade, and probably not in your lifetime, for more than a year or three, at best.

Location, location, location.

Logistics: bullion, beans, band-aids, bullets.

Intelligence: all sides. Yours, theirs, and third parties.

Personnel. Not just who and how many, but also including their medical, financial, legal, and spiritual issues.



Survivability and Resilience of all of the above: P-A-C-E.

If you don't know what any of these things look like specifically for your situation, you're waaaaay behind the curve. If you don't have a list of things to do to improve the status of each, a plan for what to be doing, and are not actively increasing each and every one of them incrementally but notably, as your time, available resources, and opportunity presents itself, you're still doing it wrong.

Because when things start going off the cliff - and they're going to do that - you're going to deal with the landing with what you've prepared and secured, not with what you'd wished for.

Fly the OCD flag a little, look over your plans from top to bottom, make adjustments, and follow the ABC Rule: Always Be Checking. Plans change. Weather changes. Enemies change. Needs change. Supplies spoil.

Sunday, March 5, 2023

Sunday Music: Turn The Page


Seger's quintessential road tour rock classic, 50 years old now, which peaked at Number 1 on the Classic Rock charts, and just as timely and awesome as it was the day it was first laid down on a tape track.

Friday, March 3, 2023

Slippery Slopes


Four, of two million examples. This week.

Divemedic bemoans that a law institutionalizing the gravely disabled might be misused. Rather than clog his blog with this rather epic reply in disagreement to that proposition, we post our response here. I get where he thinks he's coming from, but he's way off-base in this instance.

Natzsofast, Guido.

"Grave disability" as good cause has been on the books here for literal decades.

You're missing hugely on this one.

The crime is that it's taken 60 years to enact it beyond the pointless 72-hour hold, and start the process of re-institutionalizing the perennially to permanently crazy into a system that was stupidly disassembled two generations ago, by prior faux do-gooding by entirely evil libtard jackholes.

Laws against even murder can be abused too.

Shall we repeal those as well? The rules regarding the fallacy of reductio ad absurdum apply in full, when you draw a slippery slope the size of the Great Wall of China. Any excuse based thereon is moot.

For that matter, they've abused the Second Amendment in numerous states. Should we repeal that because government refuses to get it right until they're dragged there, kicking and screaming, by honest judges?

These people aren't homeless because they misplaced their home, or left it in their other pants (or shopping cart). They're homeless because they're batshit crazy, drunks, stoners, terminally and childishly irresponsible and entitled, serial criminals, or, in 98% of cases, some combination of all five.

We're not talking about "gentlemen of the road" happily cooking hot dogs and pigeons on a forked spit under the railroad tracks, living their best lives, whistling tunes and playing harmonicas, happy and free, and minding their own business. 

We're talking about literal plague-host hordes of rotting, shambling, scabrous, filthy lunatics shitting and pissing themselves 24/7/365, wherever and whenever nature provides opportunity, and leaving a trail of fecal matter and dropped maggots from their open sores by the yard. 

Every city hereabouts, of any size, every day.
cf. "Shithole".

And you're now arguing that those people, literally too crazy to clean themselves to the barest public health minimums, care for themselves to the level of a first-grader, or seek food or shelter sufficient to not starve or freeze or get sunstroke, should be allowed to fester and rot on the sidewalk?

That's the Calcutta expedient.

Try that experiment in Key West, Miami, Tampa, and Tallahassee, and please, get back to us on how well it works.

I can find 5000 lab rats for your experiment within the sound of a gunshot from where I'm sitting at home, right this minute. Totally not kidding.

Sorry, but the distance you're off on this one would need satellite GPS to calculate.

They won't go to any of numerous shelters, because there are rules there, chiefest being that they can't commit crimes against each other, shit on the floor, or bring their dope and booze inside. Horrors!

And they won't take their psych meds, because being sane "feels weird" to them, and feels not nearly as fun as being stoned on weed, methaphetamine, carfentanil, or stewed on any booze they can find.

Welcome to the corner of Civilizational Minimal Norms Street and Tough Shit Avenue. Instead of seeing you 500 times a year at the local ER, we're putting you back in the Crazy Zoo you belong in, and once a year, we'll hold a court hearing, with your court-appointed advocate present, to decide if you can unfuck yourself well enough to have another crack at life outside. Keep coming back, and we stop asking the question, forever, for you. Don't like that? Mexico is due south, and Canada just a couple of states north. Or you can buy a rowboat, and start paddling west from the shoreline. Best wishes, whichever you choose.

The only thing better than this would be to forcibly return anyone apprehended under it to their state of origin, based on their social security number. 95% of them weren't born here, don't belong here, and were dumped hereabouts deliberately by 47-49 other states, by handing them a plane ticket and a rehab slot, which they failed out of within hours, and they then ended up stuck here forever, homeless, stoned into psychosis, and rotting away on my sidewalk.

Every other state should own that behavior, and take back their own state's native douchebags to deal with as they see fit, other than shifting them onto other states, which should be actionable at law, including criminally, for repeat offenders. A couple of governors and state officials getting frog-marched in cuffs would be a salutary outcome.

Second-best would be house arresting them, with a complement of the homeless they foisted on us moved to bunk in with them for a year or five, with the culprits entirely responsible for their feeding, clothing, and housing.

Stop sending us your douchebags and lunatics from every point on the compass, and there'll be fewer of them for us to round up hereabouts.


Even Libtard bastions like Santa Monica and San Franshitco have finally seen the error of their ways. So whenever you see Califrutopian officials, usually with their heads waaaaayyyyy up their own asses, making any constructive efforts to wipe the shithole TPTB have let the once-Golden State become, back off, and let them take a shot. They've done nothing for literal decades. It's time for the people in charge to scrub that anus, and pull their pants back up, like any self-respecting person would.

Personally, we're pretty sure they should have taken a flamethrower to the problem some years back, but we're old-fashioned that way.

Painful Realities


The pain some will feel over this in their delicate bits will cease the moment they cease squatting on their own spurs.

Thursday, March 2, 2023

Why It's Called "Programming"

 h/t WRSA

The Fat Lady Would Like A Word

This for all those tres concerned that the largesse we've bestowed on Ukraine will suddenly sink the US economy.

The U.S. economy, make no mistake, is in dire straits.

And the concern itself is touching, albeit misguided.

But the bit you and anyone of similar bent is panties atwitter about, is (provided you embiggen the pic to even see it) the tiny white speck in the upper left corner of the right hand side of that graphic. That's a precise measure, using actual numbers.

Worrying about our contributions to Ukraine's defense (including the graft funneled back to Emperor Stumblefuck Poopypants and his cronies) is about as monumental a problem in the grand scheme as the weight of the crackers in some kid's pocket when he boards a lifeboat trying to escape the Titanic.

A fart in a hurricane is a greater concern.

So we present the header graphic as a carefully constructed, dead-on balls accurate representation of exactly how meaningless everything we've sent to Ukraine is, in the bigger picture of the U.S. budget problem.

Get a better argument. And learn to do math. Spazzing over this is as silly as a woman leaving off toenail polish to lose weight. If the woman was Rosie O'Donnell.

Another lady (who's not fat, but definitely hilarious) would like to offer some perspective on high finance. Cue it up to 1:42ff to 2:30, and you'll see what I mean:

Wednesday, March 1, 2023



Go read Mr. Garibaldi. Learn things.

Granted, the word "Yet" could be appended to anything or everything noted.

But at least it isn't sheer naked gainsaying from the Putard nor pro-Uke side, something far too lacking from much commentary for the last year, especially the peanut gallery contingent.

War is a messy business, and it's seldom over as quickly or easily as anyone, particularly the combatants, would wish were the case.

Trump v. DeSantis sideshow

The Chairman has a few thoughts:

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