Potemkin Presidency

 h/t WRSA

Bullshit walks. Trump wasn't my guy in 2016, because I feared he'd say anything to get elected, then walk away from it the minute he was in office. Then he surprised me by governing to the right of any Republican since Calvin Coolidge, putting even Reagan's conservative creds to shame on his first outing.

He is now, approaching 60 days into v2.0, living up to all my worst nightmares from 2016, and walking away from actually, y'know, doing anything serious faster than he abandoned "Drain The Swamp!" and "Lock Her Up!" in 2017. Pam Bondi is a gutless fraud. It's like Trump can't find anyone who actually wants to be an Attorney General, and do the fucking job.

Behold, the Potemkin Presidency, in all its glory.

Short of hundreds of indictments, there's not enough lipstick on the planet for this pig.

Make appropriate adjustments to your preparations for the future.

Border Boob Bait For The Bubbas

While I shared a tiny ember of initial optimism, it quickly became apparent there was nothing serious happening.

Because:

1) It's Abbott. For most TX residents, that was enough to know already.

2) The immediate nearly universal support of The Brotherhood Of RINO Governors, which amounted to nothing more than hearty approval for Abbott Doing More Nothing, while looking like it was Something. That's a political consultant's wet dream, especially in a presidential election year.

When Abbott issues "Shoot On Sight" orders for illegal crossers, starts rounding up illegals in his own state, and incarcerates any federal interlopers for any interference with either policy, give a holler.

Until then, it's nothing but the product from the south end of a north-bound steer, and useful only as rose fertilizer.

Like. We. Told. You.

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Stormageddon

"ZOMG! Water is falling from the skies! Gather cords of
gopher wood planks, barrels of pitch, and two - male and female -
of every beast that walks or crawls upon the earth!"
- every media outlet west of the Sierra Nevada range, presently

To listen to the idiot retards of the media (but I repeat myself), you'd think everyone living in Califrutopia should be building an ark or something.

Fortunately, unlike most of the failed stand-up comics and braindead spokesbimbos who become weatherguessers and newsreaders, some of us have lived here more than a year or two, and we know that California has wet years, and dry years, which alternate at whim. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Cleverly, there has long been a name for what's going on now, and it's not the "Pineapple Express", the "Fruit Cocktail Zephyr", or any other such dipshitical dopey name they focus-grouped into being to try and sell more commercials in between bouts of weather doomporn.

The actual name for what's happening now goes by a rather more accurate name.

We call it "rain".

It ain't caused by globull warmism, or climate change, nor any other such ginned up silliness so stupid, you need horsefaced fetal alcohol midwit dropouts from Sweden to shill for it.

In fact, there's another clever name for what's happening at the moment, and why.

It's called "winter".

And - shocker of shockers - in February!!! Who'd have foreseen that?!? Which, between weeks of 100° days here, is the closest thing to what passes for a cold season hereabouts. The locals can generally tell this without any apocalyptic crapola from the TV or radio, because the local mountains above 5000' will be sporting a picture postcard mantle of snow (far from the flatlands, and up by the ski resorts, where such frigid precipitation belongs) the minute the clouds clear away, and mainly signifies to the city folks and flatlanders that skiing and snowboarding will be happening henceforth.

UPDATE: This was the view locally after several rainy days.
Exactly like we told you was all that would happen.
Geez, almost like we've lived here for half a century or something.

Resort owners generally consider this a good thing. The rest of us simply enjoy the fact that everything down here is clean, including the air, and that all of our cars have been washed for free, one of the few things locally that's beyond even the government's power to tax.

It also fills the reservoirs, to feed the toilets and lawn sprinklers of all your idiot toothless banjo--playing kinfolk libtards you palmed off on the Golden State, who have so sorely abused it and rogered and befouled a formerly wonderful place to live. You can have them all back any time, and we'll keep the rain, thanks very much. The wetness is simply the price we pay to have grass and trees in a land otherwise horribly cursed with 300 magnificently perfect sunny days a year, to the point that thousands of idiots from points east annually pack up the car and move here the minute the Tournament of Roses parades ends every January 1st.

Trying to pimp the current wetness into Stormageddon, or any other such jackassical events, just tells everyone who's lived here more than five minutes that you're a yokel who just got off the bus, and only came to the Hollywood radio/TV market because your scholarship to beautician school fell through, and/or you couldn't pass the IQ test to get into Clown College.

Which leaves only acting or news reading jobs open to those too pretty to mop floors, and too lazy to flip burgers.

If only you'd taken a chance on sticking around school through the 1st grade, you'd have learned the timeless wisdom of the parable entitled "Chicken Little", and realize how stupid you sound. Instead, watching or listening to the news is like a daily dose of the Pageant Of the Masters, wherein you mediots play the part of Chicken Little every night for the entertainment of people brighter than you and your ilk, and too bored to flip the tube off and go do something productive and useful with their time. Since it's probably too late in life for most media types to learn to read classic literature at the 1st grade level, we offer the following condensed version and Spoiler Alert.

TL;DR: Word to your mother: the sky is not  falling. 

Wear a coat, and carry an umbrella. You'll make it through just fine. No scuba tanks or swim fins required.

A Dose Of Stupidity

 

Case in point:

Poseidon Nuclear Torpedo: An underwater drone designed to carry a nuclear warhead, potentially causing radioactive tsunamis.

 But! But! But I found it on the internet, so it has to be  true!

Point of Order for the Common Core grads on the Internet:

You can put a nuclear warhead on a torpedo. We figured that out 60-70 years ago.

Everything else in the above excerpt is horseshit of such a quantity that it cannot be measured with existing instrumentation. Except perhaps a truck scale.

To wit:

1) An underwater drone is going to be about as hard to find as a lit flashlight in a dark field at night for any first-world navy. Unless it's the size of a submarine. Which, cleverly, probably wouldn't be called a torpedo nor a drone. In which case it'll be as hard to find as a brass band carrying  lit flashlights in a dark field at night while playing the 1812 Overture. With artillery percussion.

2) A torpedo is going to have a range of a several miles. Like ten. Twenty maybe. Not, for instance, hundreds to thousands.

3) To cause a tsunami, it would have to be a very large warhead. Which, first of all, shoots range capabilities right in the ass.

4) Second, to actually cause a tsunami, it would have to go off deep. Like way down at the bottom of the ocean, to displace enough seawater to create a tsunami.

5) If you do that, the tsunami isn't going to be radioactive. The sea floor at the explosion site is. And all that heavier-than-water radioactivity is going to stay right down at the bottom of the ocean. Because of this thing called gravity. Stop me if you've heard of this concept. I have an inkling that the density of sea water, at about a ton per cubic yard, is going to tamp things down a wee bit too.

6) You can make radioactivity up near the top of the water column. Which is going to make radioactive fallout just like any other nuke. Most of which is going to fall right back down, downwind, but fairly close to the detonation site. Like with every other nuke on the planet since 1945. Because of this thing called gravity. Yet again, stop me if you've heard of this concept.

7) If you detonate it near the surface, you also aren't going to make any tsunami. And the only thing radioactive will be the airborne fallout cloud, not the wave that results.

8) Tsunamis travel hundreds and thousands of miles. Radioactivity in water from deep subsurface explosions is going to travel distances measured in yards, not miles, and probably not even reach the sea surface if it's deep enough. Bubbles, maybe, perhaps a small amount of radioactive gas. What it isn't going to do is send a wall of radioactive water rocketing hundreds of miles away. Don't believe me: Google the results of any of dozens of air-, surface-, and sub-surface nuclear tests prior to 1963, FFS. Much of the info has been in the public domain for decades.

9) You can make nuclear blasts that cause fallout. You can (theoretically) make nuclear blasts that case tsunamis. But you only get to pick one or the other. And they aren't likely to be either drones, or torpedoes.

Classically, the concept of tsunami-causing nuclear weapons was described in print in 1972 by Martin Caidin in When War Comes (brighter readers may know him as the guy who wrote the book Cyborg, which was the basis for the TV show The Six Million Dollar Man. He is thus no stranger to science fiction with a heavy dose of future realism, rather than science fantasy.) a well-thumbed hard-cover copy of which has sat on my shelf since the late 1970s.

In his version of the tsunami-causing nuclear blasts, he had Russia sink several cargo ships, with monster nuclear bombs the size of the hold of a cargo ship, sunk strategically off the US continental shelf, deploying long cable antennas, and awaiting the Doomsday detonation command off of, in his scenario IIRC, Seattle, Portland, Frisco, and L.A. To be used just-in-case.

So yet again, you can have torpedoes or drones, or you can have nuclear weapons large enough and deep enough to cause a tsunami. Pick one. Both is not an option. Even he knew this 50 years ago. We haven't made nuclear weapons that much smaller with the capabilities advertised in the excerpted stupidity above.

Physics is still a thing, and actual smart people have been studying on things like this for more than 50 years. When you slap-dash cobble together three or four mutually contradictory things in one sentence like they were real, it just tells us you know the flavor of the windows on the short bus. And/or spent more time listening to George Noori than working a slide rule or a TI calculator. Sorry if that's too on-the-nose.

Given the level of stupidity necessary to concoct that one pull quote, we're not even bothering to fisk the gaping flaws in the rest of that wagonload of horse cobblers. Caveat emptor: there is no recommended safe amount of bullshit in anything you're going to swallow from that piece. Insist on bullshit-free, for your own palate and self-respect, if not safety.

People pulling together Popular Science-levels of Russian vaporware, and endowing it with National Inquirer or Weekly World News-level scare quotes and mythical and epically stupid levels of science fantasy capabilities are simply pulling their underpants down on the internet, and waving their asses to everyone in sight.

Don't be That Guy.

Be like Timmy:

Natzsofast

 

If conflict is unavoidable and you must engage, do it on your terms, not your enemy's terms. One mark of a great soldier is that he fights on his own terms or fights not at all. - Sun Tzu, Art Of War

How some people survive to reach adulthood is a mystery for the ages.

For those more plentifully supplied with political acumen than the average amateur punditry, kindly bear well in mind that the entirety of the hype-men pimping the current tulipomania that "DeSantis Is Political Jesus!" are either the paid minions of the Democommunists media mouthpiece empires instigating a "Let's you and him fight" scenario, or else the RINOs still trying to wash the soil out of their underpants from the sh*t-frights they suffered the last several times they tangled with Trump either in the primaries, the general elections, or day-to-day politics during his administration. (Bitch McConjob, call your office.)

They're not pimping DeSantis now because they want him to win and believe him the best choice for the presidency. They're pimping him to the public because they feel he's the candidate they'd most like to run against in the primaries or general election.

Learn a lesson form the Trojan priest Laocoön in Virgils Aeneid:

"Beware of Greeks bearing gifts."

In plain language, stop lapping up the boob bait for the Bubbas perpetrated by the same Never-Trump RINOs and communist pigs that have put the republic in its current predicament. None of them are your friends, nor have your best interests at heart, and listening to them won't do you any favors.

And when you parrot them, your Never-Trump panties are showing.

ADDENDUM:

Does that mean I think Trump will win in 2024?

No. I think you saw your last mostly free election in 2016, and even that was an unplanned accident. 

I also think that if he secures the nomination, it will mean Trump's run, and the massive election fraud that will ensue, will be the Scottish terrier that pulls the curtain away from the men hiding behind it, busily pulling all the levers of hokum and horsesh*t dumped on you nonstop since at least 2015, such that everyone will see the undeniable truth of it.

And at that point, we can get down to the rat-killing, with 20/20 vision, and clear consciences.

It's going to take that to kick it off. Nothing less will avail.

And at that point, much like Rodney King in the Los Angeles block party held in his honor, even Trump himself is liable to argue against doing it. It may not even be the majority opinion of the land by that moment.

But as anyone born here and over the age of 40 can see, this isn't the America in which we were raised. At some point, we're either going to reset that course, or resolve to live forever as bondslaves in an endless dictatorship.

I would not counsel adopting the latter course. The retirement plan sucks.

The Ministry Of WTF?!?

 

Fake News That Didn't Age Well

 

Suck it, losers. Serves you right for drinking the Russians' sh*t striaght from the tap.

Putin's ass is not a soft-serve yogurt machine, as Tucker Carlson found out. Even Fox News won't go near the story any more. The quicker certain other people learn this, the less often we'll have these little chats. Maybe write it on your hand with a Sharpie, lest ye forget.

Putin is KGB to the core. Like all such dung beetles, he lives and breathes nothing but sh*t, and his disinformation is always half-lies, with just enough truth nuggets in it for the gullible to spoon it down.

There's a timeless lesson about those who tell half-lies, from no less an authority than Mr. Dryden, of the Arab Bureau:

And just to pile on, here's some insight on how beaten the Ukrainians are, facing that Russian military juggernaut:

"Russians? They are just goofs!"

Live By The Celebrity Jackhole, Die By The Celebrity Jackhole

h/t WRSA

Sounds pretty good, right?

Everybody gets old. Most of those who do eventually get senile. I watched it happen to my mom before she passed. It'll probably happen to me, and you, unless you get really, really lucky, if you live long enough, and your mind leaves you before your heart stops beating.

Consequently, everyone says and does things at the twilight of their life that are not only unlike them, and horribly bad examples of someone who's lost their craft and/or their faculties, they're actually jackassically stupid, bordering on outright crazy.

The Right has somehow latched onto Ted Nugent as a banner carrier. Call it Stockholm Syndrome and a foolish pining after vacuous "celebrity" opinion. They picked Nugent, who hasn't had a hit album in 30 years, because he likes guns.

Well, hey, that's nice. But he's still a very minor talent in the rock-and-roll pantheon, who hasn't been otherwise relevant to anyone or anything important since Jimmy Carter was president. And he's now 71, after ducking the draft, and spending his salad days drunk and stoned for much of the time. That takes a mental toll. And Cal Thomas, who both quoted him, and should know better, is no spring chicken either at 77. So old fart commentator trying to be hip by quoting septuagenarian minor-talent rocker, FTW. Not.

So once again, let's get serious.

What Nuge is demanding above, essentially, and expressed in terms even his addled and decrepit mental abilities can grasp, is this:

"I'm going to walk down the street shooting off my shotgun everywhere I go and dropping pipe bombs wherever I feel like it. I don't give a f**k if that affects you or your life. I want to do it. If you're afraid of that, you can stay home and be afraid. You don't need to go to the grocery store for food, or the pharmacy for your prescriptions, or even breathe the same air I do, because it's inconvenient for my blatant jackassical stupidity, but I'm an American, and if I want to drop bombs all day and shoot everything in sight, it's my g**d***ed right to do whatever jackassical thing I can think of, because freedom, liberty, and 'Mericuh, @$$holes! So F*** Y** if you can't stop being afraid of that!"

Sorry kids, that's not "freedom", that's insanity. Or, In Nuge's case, probably senility.
Same-same.

It's like telling someone who complains that you've soiled yourself repeatedly  and haven't had a bath in months that if they don't like it, they should hold their breath. In most states, after that type of exchange of opinion, the next thing that happens is you stopping to pick up most of your teeth off the ground, once you regain consciousness and the pain subsides enough to move.

Were he to put his opinions thusly, he should have a net thrown over him now, and be ordered to appear for a sanity hearing. If he actually did that, he should be shot in the face, for the public good, as one would dispatch a rabid dog.

Because amidst a worldwide pandemic, with eleventy percent asymptomatic virus carriers among the infected, trying to put the onus of protection on everyone else, and describing their commonsense prudence as fear, while claiming your liberty to spread virus like Johnny Appleseed on crack as the rationale for acting the fool repeatedly and profligately, is exactly bassackwards.

Had he instead come out and supported re-opening everywhere with minimal common sense precautions and universal use of PPE while we try and stomp this pandemic out, he could have appeared as a bastion of reasonableness and civic rationality. Instead, he's just a flaming look-at-me narcissistic jackass. That, from a washed up senile has-been celebrity?

So shut your ignorant piehole, Nugent, and slap a mask on your old ugly puss when you go out, before someone else with carry rights decides to activate your Medicare dental coverage, or punch your ticket as a public service. And seek psychological help for your condition. I never liked your music, I was never fond of the idea of giving you a microphone instead of talking to sensible everyday Americans regarding the 2A, instead of draft-dodging aging ex-hippie drug abusers, and Andy Warhol's Rule says your fifteen minutes are up. Shuffle off quietly on your own two feet, before you further embarrass yourself, and have to be dragged off the public stage ranting, kicking, and screaming, as seems to be the likely course now.

Retire quietly, and STFU, lest someone simple-minded listens to you, and you cause even more mischief now than ever you did in your heyday.

We don't need you, and it's long past time anyone was listening to you. And you've lost what little mind you ever had.
Stop embarrassing yourself.

And can we please stop putting up washed-up celebrity jackwagons as though they're the sort of spokesholes anyone needs to hear from, on anything?
They're narcissistic morons, to about the 96th percentile, and the best of the best even acknowledge the fact:

For the Gilligans who #AgreeWithTed, restrain the urge. I'm not impressed, I wasn't putting the proposition up for a vote, and the weekly group meeting of Morons Anonymous is a few blogs up the street. Not here. If you still can't help yourself, seek treatment for your OCD as well.

@$$Clown Alert

This Dr. Drew clip is exactly what talking out of your @$$ looks and sounds like. He is so deep into being an example of Dunning-Kruger in this interview the irony is thick enough to chew.

And to be both so wrong, in so many ways, and believe the b.s. you're pumping out, you have to have at least a doctoral degree in something.

We already covered his specific malfunction in this post.
When anybody tells you to shut up about a disease that’s 20-40X deadlier than flu, as if they’re identical problems, he doesn’t have any common sense, nor your best interests at heart. He’s the guy handing out platters of tea to the people in life jackets on the Promenade Deck of Titanic, and telling them “Chin up, nothing to fear.”

He needs to go to Northern Italy, and report on this live in the “hallway ICUs”, or else STFU.

 And this licensed asshole talking about “IF this gets into the homeless population in L.A.”, as if it won’t, is risible, bordering on psychopathic.

I had some respect for him before this.
Now he’s just gone whole-hog ignorant fucktard selling the CDC party line.

Thanks For Wasting Your Time

The bright red tactical woobie is a nice touch.

Well done, Tard Army.
With a total lack of planning, and a 25% chance, you had a "success".

IOW, you didn't kill yourselves or anybody else (and hey, sincere condolences to the wingnuts and "burn everything" jackhole keyboard commandos who were salivating for just that), or shoot yourselves in both feet.
While they were in your mouth.
If we set the bar that low, this was a "successful" rally.

And if you'd stayed home, how much of that could you have accomplished...?
That would be the same exact "success".
Wizard move there.

I mean, I hate to hurt your pwecious feeeeeewings, but we had guys in boot camp who managed to crank out three whole pull-ups in Week One, all by themselves, and I'm a little hazy, but I'm pretty sure no drill instructors gave them any awards for that.

But at least you didn't get anyone hurt, or rack up a body count, this time.
So there's that.

And so sorry for the Perennially Butthurt, but there was nothing "brave" about doing something this futile, pointless, and stupid. This was a live-action YouTube video of someone doing some jackassical stunt, and not doing the full monty faceplant. That's not brave, it's lucky. And foolish beyond description.

You yakked about how you needed to "face down" TPTB.
And how you had to exercise your First Amendment rights.
But it turns out they were never in any jeopardy, and the minions of TPTB were the souls of discretion and politeness. So if anything, you legitimized them more than yourselves. So now the questions for your organizers will be along the lines of "Why all the hyperbolic rhetoric and rifle-waving when the authorities showed you nothing but full respect and courtesy? Aren't you just a bunch of hysterical nitwits for blowing things all out of proportion?"

And then, you'll be standing there mouths agape, and nothing in your hands but your shortcomings.

Best after-action on the internet on this goatrope, bar none, per commenter riverrider over at Borepatch's blog:

"forgotten tomorrow and the dems will pass their agenda without a blink."

Zipper up, and pull your heads out.

So, what did you actually accomplish?

Did Gov. Blackface Babykiller "come to Jesus" and announce he's seen the light, and will abandon his plans to take your guns?
(The answer to that is "Fuck no!")
So that's a total fail.

Will the VA legislature stop passing gun restrictions in Old Dominion?
"Fuck no!"
Another fail.

Waitwaitwait.
No votes changed?
No.
No bills pulled?
No.
No gun grabbing stopped?
No.

(REALITY) VA Democratic lawmakers— including House Speaker Eileen Filler-Corn and Senate Majority Leader Dick Saslaw — told AP the rally wouldn’t impact their plans to pass gun control measures, including universal background checks and a one-handgun-purchase-a-month limit. Democrats say tightening Virginia’s gun laws will make communities safer and help prevent mass shootings

Well-played, Tards. So you accomplished absolutely nothing that would have advanced your cause, but you did wave your guns (and your dicks) around outdoors on a chilly winter's day on a three day weekend.

How much is that you accomplished?



We could stop there, but we're on a roll.

Did state and federal agencies hoover up license plates, cell phone metadata, pictures, and other metric fuck-tons of intelligence data concerning this rally?
"Oh hell yes!"
Epic Intelligence fail.

Did VCDL squander unknown resources pulling this off at the bare minimum level of "not shooting ourselves in the foot"?
"Oh hell yes!"
Logistics fail.

Did all concerned on the 2A side waste another month they could have been organizing at the local (local!local!) level, for what to do when TPTB actually  come for your guns?
"Oh hell yes!"
Training fail.

How many people will think this was your whole wad, and lose interest after your blazing "success"? Legions, who'll never show up for anything again.
Personnel fail.

How did any of this go according to your detailed plan, as opposed to just happening to work out because this time, you got lucky?
Command and leadership fail.

So, your command and leadership, personnel, intelligence, training, and logistics on the TardEx all got a "F". (These functions may ring a vague bell with some people.)
Take those grades together, and guess what the grade will be the next time you're evaluated by OPFOR, for keeps.

You're (still) a joke. A punchline.
Wait...you thought this was over today?
It hasn't even begun.
And the only club in your golf bag is "Winging it".

So it's another month later now, your war chest is emptier, and the legislative juggernaut is completely unaffected by anyone in VA stomping around outside a vacant governor's mansion and an empty capitol building, on a three-day holiday weekend.

" 'Murica! Fuck yeah!"

So to recap, no tea was thrown into the harbor.
No redcoats were fired upon.
But you want full credit, because this time, once in a row, since ever, no one got shot in the face for holding a snowball fight.

Walk tall.

Imagine the press release if this had been 1944.

(NORMANDY - June 6) Today, a massive armada of 4000 ships and 100,000 men sailed up and down the French coast, taunting the Nazis on shore, dropping their trousers, and slapping their bottoms, without actually landing. Asked how this was helpful to the Allied cause, Gen. Eisenhower said, "This shows the resolve of our side to fearlessly taunt the enemy when he was really not paying attention anyways. And, as a bonus, although we squandered hundreds of tons of fuel oil for our ships, we point out that none of them sunk, ran aground, nor crashed into each other, so we're declaring victory for the day."

Fooking tactical genius level videogame skillz there, boys and girls.
Pin medals on yourselves.

A run right up the middle, for 0 yards gained. 2nd down and 10. Woohoo.
But but but...we didn't fumble and cough up the ball!!!

So hey, thanks for doing nothing, and courting disaster unsuccessfully, while providing hundreds of photo ops for the media to use for the next year or two, giving the fusion centers an extra Christmas load of intel to chew on, while hindering what you're supposedly against not one fucking whit, nor organizing seriously to oppose it exactly 0% over where you were in December. You wasted a month you can't spare on a pointless stunt.

This is how baboons fight: everyone hoots and hollers, and some shit gets flung, but no one actually accomplishes anything.

And the Feebs successfully tagged you for white supremacy and trying to bring machineguns to the rally four days in advance, totally justifying - in the eyes of the media, the opposition, and no small number of uncommitted Normies you're theoretically interested in swaying to your side - the "whackjobs with guns" state of emergency.

A few more pyrhhic "victories" like this, and the war's over, right guys?

Huzzah.

One day, someone on the 2A side may realize this isn't a game, and note that neither time nor resources are infinite, and actually start behaving as if they ought to do something more effective than emulating the lamester hippies of the 1960s, and actually, y'know, accomplish something more constructive than having a gun love-in.

But the overwhelming likelihood at that point, is he'll also realize he's dealing with retards nominally on his side, give up, and just roll over and play dead. Or head for the hills, and live in a bunker.

On a state level, all you could organize was "Hey, everybody, show up on Monday in three weeks and don't step on your dicks or act like jerks." Probably 90% of them managed that. Don't pat yourselves on the back too hard. Millions of people manage that every day, when they show up for movies or go to the mall, with no supervision whatsoever, and no lead time.

To date, your only real forte is at the local/county level.
Focus on building that.
If Gov. Babykiller comes (or, more realistically, sends his minions) to get your guns, they aren't going to give you three weeks' notice beforehand.

Based on this morning, and everything to date, you'll do f**k-all NOTHING, because doing anything on that day is far beyond your barest capabilities.

That penny will drop for you, but probably only when it's too late, and they're already kicking down your front door.

You didn't win anything today, because you were once again playing in the street.
And nothing you want will be won there, least of all by holding clusterf**k circle-jerks.
No matter how many of them you do.

Let's Stick To Reality, Shall We?

From Comments:

"If these counties decided to secede from Virginia and align themselves with West Virginia. How would/could that be accomplished? How do you dissolve the association from one state to join another? The only recent succession movement that I can think of talked about just leaving a state not join with another. I think that the ramifications of that would be enormous. There are so many places in the country that this could happen."

This is in response to reports of the recent Modest Proposal from W VA to relieve the suffering of VA by letting the disaffected counties of VA to move over to their side of the border. It was touching, sweet, satirical in the extreme, and retarded impossible in the real world. How sad for anyone who didn't pick up on the joke, which was anything but subtle.

Look kids, I'm sorry if your civics education and/or attention span in it were lacking somehow, but the how under which this occurs is pretty straightforward, and it's not hard to suss out.

Allow me to point it out.

(Art IV, §3, U.S. Constitution)"...no new states shall be formed or erected within the jurisdiction of any other state; nor any state be formed by the junction of two or more states, or parts of states, without the consent of the legislatures of the states concerned as well as of the Congress."

And yes, budding Clarence Darrows, the article refers to new states, but if you think Congress and SCOTUS won't look to that exact section for explicit guidance on poaching the territory of 90% of one state and incorporating it into another, I've got a bridge for sale, cheap.

So, all you'd need for VA counties to move the border would be the consent of the VA legislature and governor, and their supreme court, and the consent of the W VA legislature and governor, and their supreme court, followed by the assent of the US Congress, POTUS, and SCOTUS.

In other words, you haven't got a fucking snowball's chance in Hell of this ever happening, even if you got all of the above high as a kite on a cocktail of controlled substances, used torture and thumbscrews, and threatened their families with execution in front of them.

It's never going to happen, never could, and never will.*

 

So in Reality, there are no places in the country this could happen.

 

Sorry to have to be Captain Obvious here, but for your own self-respect, please recognize when you're being played for rubes for falling for this kind of hogwash, and laugh it off, but FFS, stop acting like it's a real thing. You just make yourselves look foolish and stupid for biting on it, and it always takes longer to explain how recockulous it is than it would have taken for you to figure this out for yourself.

 

W VA made a totally facetious offer, and it was a nice gesture, but neither state, in fact no state, let alone the federal government, is going to sit still for it. Just for one point, VA stands to lose between 6 and 11 electoral votes, and their congressional delegation would shrink to the size of Rhode Island or Alaska. So that loses you the entire government of Virginia, and half the Congress, right off the bat. In an election year, or any other one. And 47 (at least) other states would side with VA, the minute they realized this opportunity was potentially able to be visited upon them. Game. Set. Match.

 

You want to talk serious business?

Look at the District of Corruption. As originally envisioned, VA and MD would each give up some turf. But Virginia crawfished on the deal, and never coughed up their half of the bargain. If the territory originally slated was made D.C., as it's overwhelmingly populated by D.C. refugees and government workers flooding the contiguous counties, who vote [D] in droves, you'd flip VA right-side up again.

 

QED

 

And all you'd need to do that would be the concurrence of the VA voters, legislature, governor, and supreme court, to gift the never-donated territory to the District of Columbia.

 

Oh, waitaminute, those are the exact same people you've already lost the state to, right?

So maybe let's not wear toilet paper bibs to catch all the shit coming out of people's mouths about this ever happening. Let's just chalk it up to "You had too much to drink, and fell on your head" and we'll say no more of it tomorrow, after you sober up. Have an ice pack and some Tylenol, m'kay?

It's okay when politics makes comedy, but let's not make comedy into politics.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*(Short of an actual shooting Civil War, which was how you got W VA in the first place. And if you've got one of those, divvying up which counties belong to which state is kind of pointless. Unless you actually win. Which, once again, is how you got W VA as a state the first time. As Casey Stengel used to say, "You could look it up.")

 

 

 

Stop Me If You've Heard This One...

h/t Kenny

(FORT FULLASHIT) In recent years, soldiers have seen a flurry of upgrades and new weapons, ammunition and optics added to their arsenal at a rate that outpaces previous decades of development in these areas.

Soldiers into their second enlistment today have a distinctly different weapons draw than they or their leaders did just a few years ago.

Those changes cover the full spectrum of small arms, both individual and crew-served weapons, mostly making existing systems lighter and more functional and adding new punch to the firepower of infantry squads, platoons and companies.

O yeah. They're all tactically operating tactically, in a high-speed low-drag transformational circle jerk of biblical proportions.

Oh please.

The only way to increase infantry lethality starts and ends with teaching infantry to master their f**king weapons, and the only way you do that is lots of trigger time with quality instruction and feedback, and learning to do it cold, wet, hungry, tired, and with insufficient supplies of everything but bad guys, who are shooting back at you. You can't do it with simulators, comic books, and videos, let alone sales brochures.

And if you're not doing serious hit-the-target training at all (like Big Green hasn't done for 70 years) you're just going to miss faster with more expensive toys, and be "Shocked! Shocked I say!" when some fourth grade dropout with a vintage mid-century bangstick from the 1950s and home-made web gear greases your platoon and activates your SGLI, because he didn't get the memo you had cooler toys.

All that gee whiz Buck Rogers bullshit is going to totally shit the bed five minutes after it deploys with a real-world battalion with a bunch of guys with GEDs, rather than a hand-picked squad of poster soldiers chosen for PR at the R&D HQ.

Try to remember that Pentagon Wars was far more a documentary than a black comedy, Then remember how every weapons selection since 1945 has worked out for grunts, vs. for the weapons salesmen.

Tell me about the time they "improved" the M-2 .50 cal.
And the .45.
And the bazooka.
And...
And...
And...

Then finally, remember that the least important and decisive weapons on the battlefield (since 1914, and except to the guys carrying them) have been the ones carried by the infantry.
If you want to hook up the grunts, start by ensuring you'll never be sending them anyplace not absolutely vital, and that by the time they get there, it'll be to garrison the charred remains of what used to be anyone who decides to oppose us.

Then take the entire JAG and AG Corps, top to bottom, and stake them out on a live fire range, and let the combat troops do FPF training on them until you need DNA evidence to prove they were ever human beings, and promise the troops that in the future, if they deploy, it'll be "weapons free, and God help the enemy" instead of prosecuting them for doing their job, like the last batch of military guys POTUS had to pardon.

Then find 200 generals who'll sacrifice their stars to make the point that their job is to train warriors, not to hire non-hacker Diversity Beans who can't do the job when TSHTF, and will flat out fire people for failing to cut the mustard. (Even Mad Dog Mattis as SecDef couldn't pull that one off.)

Do that, and you could deploy what you'll get with muzzle-loading black powder flintlocks and rusty pikes and they'd conquer the world.
Fail to do it, and you could give them phased plasma rifles in the 40W range, and they'll still lose.

Don't believe me though. Ask the Taliban in Trashcanistan who won every war there since Alexander the Great.

The Army should STFU until they buy something that works, 24/7/365/anywhere/anytime, prove it by training the hell out of it for 20 years, until they wear out the first buy entirely, and decide it's so good they want MOAR!, and so beloved by the troops they'd throw away food and porn if they had to, just to hump it into combat.

And stop buying sales brochure b.s., which gets you the new Edsel class aircraft carrier, the F-35 Thunderjug, and "Diversity is our strength" kool-aid drinkers who hire soldierettes who can't throw a frag far enough not to eat their own shrapnel, transvestites who can't figure out which latrine to use, and can't-cunt officerettes who keep crashing their destroyers into cargo ships so slow they wave barnacles and jellyfish to go around them when steaming upwind.

The article is boob bait for the bubbas from the fap-fantasies of some PR second john in a Pentagon basement jerk-off shop.


( So, I guess I'm back... )

Ebola July 2019: Just Checking In

In the opening month of this outbreak (August of last year, FTR) there were 120 total cases.

Now, eleven months along, there are 120 new cases just this week (that we know of, in the 75% of the outbreak area currently actively monitored, and despite 140,000 rVSV-ZEBOB vaccinations). That's 2,634 cases, and still 11 out of 33 or so on the Pandemic Panic Scale. It's going to take awhile, even at that rate, to get to 12. And when it got to 13 in 2014, that's when the virus made its appearance in the U.S.A., just for reference.

We're also in a wait-and-see mode to find out if Uganda
a) has any more Ebola cases
b) truthfully reports them
c) stops the outbreak there.
I wouldn't be holding my breath for good news on any of those, but that's only based on how this works out there, since forever.

Also, in an act of rare candor, TPTB are actually finally posting legit numbers for mortality, reflecting the number dead now as a percentage of those infected 21 days ago.
Mirabile dictu!

Which number is a solid 67%, or 2 out of 3 cases (with the usual caveats regarding reporting accuracy, and African facility with counting whilst wearing shoes).

And now random reports have thousands of Africans miraculously teleported to Central America, bound for America, apparently suddenly in receipt of the wherewithal to purchase not only plane tickets across the Atlantic, but with enough left over to have rolls of $100 bills in their possession to complete the journey northwards.

And boys and girls:
Don't bother linking to stories about this or that agency or other officialdom bunch "preparing" for Ebola.
Like the TSA's crotch-grabbing, what you're seeing is kabuki theatre, and what the late great Daniel Patrick Moynihan aptly referred to as "boob bait for the Bubbas".

So please: keep the boob bait to yourselves. I've seen the man behind the curtain, and I'm not impressed by the Wizard portrayed in news reports.

Pin The Tail On The Actual Jackasses Responsible

h/t Phil

Your state's fucked up?
Tough shit.
Wanna blame "Californians"? (That would be, by actual count, about 49 other states).
Self-fornicate.
(I can make that plainer if necessary, for the Common Core grads.)

If actual "Californians" had f**ked up all the states people claimed, the population here would now be zero. Trust me, we're nowhere close.

Your states got f**ked up by the exact same toothless, banjo-playing gypsy liberal kinfolk from 45 other states to the east that screwed Califrutopia up, and their illegal alien gardeners and housekeepers.

And someone who screws things up here for a couple of years, then migrates to your patch is no more "Californian" when they leave here than they were when they got here: i.e., Not A Bit.

Pin the tail on the jackasses where it belongs: you're getting screwed by the same liberal idiots who left Back East after they'd ruined it, to come out here and sh*t on everything they found. They're universally from St. Louis, Chicongo, Detroitistan, NYFC, Bahstun, Foolidelphia, and of course, the Baltimorons. And the 30M illegals they all let in because they didn't see them as a problem until they moved all the way to there (for any value of "there" including anywhere up to and including Portland, Maine) and then started breeding like rabbits and bringing up their 57-person extended families.

And you know this is true because nobody born in a state where it's shorts weather and 72° year around moves away from that to states where it snows in winter, or rains 360 days a year. Only people who were raised on 12' of snowfall annually do something like that.

QED

But I'll tell you what:
I'll pay you a $1 for every actual native Californian who moved to your state, if you pay me a nickel for every transplant from anywhere else, and you'll buy me a Ferrari for cash just on my profits from that deal.

I've met far more liberal idiots down here driving around with OR and NV license tags than I ever heard of people I grew up with who were born here, who then moved to either place. (And to further illustrate the point, license tags don't make them Oregonians or Nevadans either; such people are invariably malcontent gypsies in all cases.)
It's easy to blame CA, but someone who comes here from BFE, tags up, and moves to your patch is no more "Californian", than Arnold Schwarzenegger, Gray Davis, Barbara Boxer, or Nancy Pelosi.

You could look it up. ;)

And at the end of the day, it's simple:
Sooner or later, you're going to have to burn your problem children out.
Nothing less will suffice, and it's the only thing they really understand.
So it's either that, or get used to being screwed over forever.

Meantime, quit blaming the Imaginary Boogiemen from Califrutopia for your problems.
It simply ain't so, it's demographically and mathematically impossible for it to be so, and anyone who got past 4th grade would know that if they looked at it for two minutes. Your problems came from 40+ contiguous states east of you, and twenty countries south of San Diego. Like always.

Sorry if that reality stings where it landed, but that's how it goes. Own your own butthurt.

ALLCON

Note to ALL CONcerned about the current Ebola outbreak in Equatorial Africa:

No, REALLY!
Funny as it is from 8000 mi. away (for the moment) I am being absolutely serious.
It is not me being a knee-jerk iconoclast, but rather me just telling it like it is.

Remember that whenever you read about anyone in Congo, Uganda, Kenya, Somalia, etc. issuing statements about allocating resources to control this, or any other, epidemic thereabouts.

And before you get too culturally superior, ponder back and recall the proclamations from multi-degreed @$$tards at CDC and WHO about this, as well as government spokesholes, just a few years ago, or even five minutes ago.

When you start to view most of TPTB like you'd view health advice from an African witch-doctor, you'll be red-pilled as fuck, and then your education in Reality can begin in earnest.

If you cannot deal with that, take the blue pill, go back to your cubicle, and enjoy life in the Matrix.

Fartacus Breaks Wind Over His Fever Swamp Fantasies

h/t WRSA

Bill of charges at Ace of Spades HQ

Some people are worried about this.

Boys and girls,

Mercenaries always know two things, which for them, are the Prime Directives:

You can't collect if you're  dead.
You can't collect if the client  is dead.

The sort of gun control espoused by Fartacus and his minions violates both those core tenets, with rapidity and certainty, which is why the enthusiasm for such horseshit runs at a steady and exact 0%, even in Chicongo, NYFC, Bahstun, Detroitistan, and San Franshitsco, to this very day, and always will, especially amongst the JBTs voted Most Likely To Get Shot In The Face For Trying It.

The life expectancy for anyone enforcing Fartacus’ fever-swamp dreams of ass-raping the Bill of Rights would be measured in seconds after the third or fourth outing.

By Tuesday noon, they’d be out of not only cops, but troops too.

And when the pendulum swings the other way, Madame Guillotine rules for the rest of that month. Then Fartacus would end up hanging on a crossbar just like his cinematic namesake. History and the survivors alike would laugh at the irony.

The thought of 20M Dorners would make runny shit run down half the trouser legs in police HQs from coast to coast.
The other half would likely be on Team Dorner, especially the farther out in the countryside of flyover territory you got from libtard bastions.

Never. Going. To. Happen.
And if ever foolishly started, over in about an hour, due to lack of interest by the survivors.

This nonsense is just red meat for the 60-IQ base.
While Fartacus would like to enact his moronic fantasy slate, there are still enough old pols in the DNC that remember the debacle of 1994, and what caused it, so it’s never going to happen again.

The Uniparty in DC knows promises are for the idiots, never meant to be kept. Keeping them is what happens in Venezuela, and also why it is what it is today.

But even making them should still be grounds for that final tumbrel cart ride for the perpetrators. The only good thing is that they’ve dropped forever all pretense of “we’re not coming for your guns”, and are now enthusiastically stating that’s exacty what they’re about.

Okay, Leftards.
Call that toss in the air.

This is just Fartacus, setting himself on fire politically, to draw some pittance of a crowd, before he's predictably primaryed out, along with 15 other political dwarf lackwits.

Daniel Patrick Moynihan called out this sort of nonsense out way back in 1991 B.C. (Before Clinton), in calling Lying Bill's used-car salesman populism "boob bait for the bubbas". DPM nailed that in one.
Fartacus is polling at what now, 3%?
Less...?

Pffft.

There are only three actual contenders at this point:

Commie Sanders, heir to 100 years of failed state-run communism.
Gropey Joe, eight year heir to HopeyDopey.
Shrillary Not-Running-Yet Cankles, 40-year heir to the Clinton Family Crime Syndicate.
(And one more gin-soaked face plant in public, and she's done forever.)

The rest of the clowns in that Volkswagen are just there to fill out check-boxes on the Diversity Bean Card.
One of the others, maybe two, may make it to the semi-finals.

Stop worrying. It's too early.
Stock up on beverages, chips, and popcorn.

Schmohawk Tribe...Or Fauxhawk?

h/t IOTW Report

Big Chief Fullashit: busted. Just a reservist Brig Rat.

Color us shocked:

Nathan Phillips, SJW busybody, and self-proclaimed "Marine Recon Ranger" (no such thing having ever existed) who started all the shit with a bunch of well-behaved Catholic high school kids minding their own business not only lied about the incident, as the last several days' videos have documented, but he's also not a Vietnam vet.

Just a shitbird.
Seems Don Shipley, a retired Navy SEAL BMC and Stolen Valor hunter, has FOIA'ed Phillips' DD214, and the truth now comes to light:

From Twitter:

 The truth on #NathanPhillips per DD214 fm  #DonShipley
A poseur assassin
http://www.extremesealexperience.com/Who-Owns-Extreme-Seal …
Not a Vietnam vet
Served in USMC 72-76
Drumroll please
Refrigerator mechanic
not a "Recon Ranger"
& the big finish
3 AWOLS 

Wow. Like nobody could've seen that coming. This guy was a career E-1 REMF, and the closest he ever got to Vietnam was looking at a map of it in National Geographic. While under military confinement.

There's nothing wrong with serving in peacetime, or in the reserves, or even as a refrigerator mechanic. Just not while claiming to be a war veteran with special operations combat arms creds.

The Marines were out of Nam for good when Phillips was just 16, and when he did get in, he was not only a reservist maintenance pogue rather than any kind of combat arms, but he was a fuck up even at that. Hence being discharged after 4 years at the same grade as a basic recruit.

Well-played, Leftard sociopath.

We haven't seen anything like this from the Leftards since...well...since John Kerry shot himself in the face with his own grenade, awarded himself another Purple Heart, etc., and then applied to GTFO of Nam too.

There's something about being shitbags in uniform, and then going Democrat, almost like being a douchebag was a lifelong sentence.

We're waiting to hear that, exactly like Elizabeth Warren, he's also 1/1024th American Indian.

Once a Fauxhawk, always a faux hawk.

And the lunatard Left eats this stuff up and swallows it whole, because they haven't got the common sense God gave a jackass, nor two brain cells to track it back before running with it.