Showing posts with label Crack A Friggin' Book. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Crack A Friggin' Book. Show all posts

Friday, June 7, 2024

Original Michael, Not Plop-And-Run Michael. Allegedly.

Lookie here: French Maquis, holding an intersection with
no US or Allied troops visible, and armed with German
weapons. Must've bought them on Amazon, huh?












Different guy, same Straw Man gas.

Background:

Divemedic recently posted a quote of an "X" take on what The Coming Unpleasantness would look like.

Part of the comment stream follows:

    

joe · June 5, 2024 at 5:41 pm

yes, because once it kicks off, you won’t be able to order any ammo over the internet, they will close down the gun stores, and it won’t be a fun time at all…

    Aesop · June 5, 2024 at 10:59 pm

    Duuuuuuuuuude,

    Ain’t nobody gonna be “buying” ammo.
    They’re going to get it the same way the French resistance got grenades and machineguns: off the bodies of the guys they whacked.

    All that po-po militarization we’ve had since the 1970s?
    That’s your supply points.

    The cops are rapidly going to learn to travel in full fire teams and squads, or there aren’t going to be any of them after the first month.

    Either way, they’re going to be fewer and farther between.
    Which makes score-settling a target-rich environment.

    The military isn’t going to fare too much better, and they’ll be outnumbered by all sides about 99:1.

    Think Beirut, Sarajevo, and Chicongo, simultaneously.

      Michael · June 6, 2024 at 5:13 am

      Aesop, please.. French Resistance? Aside from Hollywood and WW2 Propaganda films the Germans when asked about the French Resistance said, “WHAT French Resistance”.

      Please give dates and links of their “successes” before Allied Troops were already marching through Paris. Most was shooting up “Collaborators” with the Germans, I.E. those that simply did business at the coffee shops and such.

      Odd how the shooters ended up owning the dead folks’ shops.

      Sort of like all the keyboard warriors bragging about long ranged snipers doing this and that. AH, Snipers need INTELLIGENCE of who, what, where and when the target is available. Otherwise, you’re a random shooter.

      IRA DIDN’T have nearly 24-07 Electronic Surveillance. HUMIT was all they had to deal with, and the British over reactions pissed off most Irish enough they did not say anything. WE have “SEE Something, SAY something and get a Reward”.

      It’s not hollywierd Aesop. It’s a far more than 3 way purge situation.

It's DM's house, and his rules, so he chose not to append the reply I delivered to that (and I don't blame him for nipping it the bud at his site), so I'll re-create it to the best of my recollection, from memory [addenda now are added in brackets, but didn't appear in the original reply, AFAIK - none of which ever saw the light of day online in any event]:

"Michael,

In your haste to reply to what I didn't say, you've wet yourself again.

It escaped your notice, but kindly excerpt for me where in my reply I touted any "successes" of the French Resistance. I'll wait over here while you look for what isn't there.

Now go look up the resistance in the rest of Europe [Reinhard Heydrich would be a good source for you to consult], and the Philippines. Then look up where both Mao and the KMT got their weapons in China. Castro in Cuba. And on and on, throughout history.

The fact is that resistance movements quickly shift to taking away the arms of TPTB, because they can, and it's what's readily available.

Policing under such situations devolves rather quickly to large teams, or not at all. 

[BTW, those Germans who can't recollect the French Resistance are the same Germans who couldn't recall what happened to the Jews throughout Europe from 1933-1945 either; and who were so vexxed by the Resistance situation in Occupied Europe they issued the Commandobefehl in 1942, so their historical testimony on anything is rather suspect, and universally self-servingly delusional.Read more widely.

Oh, and snipers don't "need" intelligence, they gather it. You could look it up. They're almost never sent out as guided missiles with a hit list. They go out with a few boxes of ammo and a pair of binoculars, addressed "to whom it may concern", to hit Targets Of Opportunity. And they take a radio so that they can let artillery and air strikes join in the fun. If this is all news to you, you're woefully uninformed.

We saw firsthand in this country what two @$$clown "snipers" could do with just a .22 from a car trunk hide in D.C. [Their longest shot was from 100 yards. People shooting 500 yards? It's Sarajevo, and everyone's on the menu.]

And One Shot Paddy and just a few hundred of his friends tied down an entire  regiment in Northern Ireland for 30 years time, and the Brits were no closer to getting rid of them at the end than they were at the beginning. And all that with a surveillance state that Orwell warned of, and checkpoints every mile on every main road.

They had "See something, Say Something" in Belfast too.

It fell out of favor after the first kneecapping. After that, "nobody saw nothing", for an entire generation.

So if you're going to sharpshoot me, you're going to have to do a lot more boning up."

Or words largely to that effect. 

Michael's unfortunate obsession, as I've told him online times and blogs without number, is his knee-jerk itch to fact-check and "correct" everything I write on any other board. Unfortunately, rarely with the chops to pull it off.

I have literally pleaded with him to explore the course of action wherein he self-restrains, and confines his remarks to the given topic under discussion, ignoring what I write, unless of course I address him directly, which I avoid like the plague on general principles. I'm never hurting for content, so you can take a wild guess how little I wanted to post this, but here we are, yet again, because someone has a decided lack of self-control.

I bring this up again, here, because he'll see it, to a metaphysical certainty, and to underline that kicking him around rhetorically like a red-headed stepchild all over the internet is neither my intent, nor the best use of my time or his, let alone other people's bandwidth.

He refuses to start his own blog, prefering evidently to hijack other people's work to his own ends, but he nonetheless has my sincerest best wishes in blurting out all the things he thinks he knows that aren't so. Yet if only to spare himself further embarrassment at how he always comes off in these exchanges, and to stop hijacking other people's blogs and comment streams for his personal compulsion, I really wish he'd figure out a way to address a given topic on the merits, without involving me in any way, nor taking it upon himself to be nothing but an unlooked-for hemorrhoid in every comment stream in the blogosphere. If only for the sheer novelty of that approach.

It would be a refreshing change from his unfortunate current obsession, and perhaps move a new tenant into his head than myself, because living there rent free 24/7 has to be one of the least appealing things of which I can conceive.

And I can't miss him if he won't go away.

Probably not the kind of attention he was hoping for.


Thursday, April 18, 2024

This Is Why Retards Won't Sign Their Memes

As found multiple places this past week or so:

Nota bene: Retards never sign their memes.
Like with this one.














Dear Lazy Common Core Grad and (probably actual racist) Ignorant Fucktwat:

We realize you probably graduated at the top of your pledge class with a D+ average, but to help your bankrupt fund of information, allow us to present:

George Washington Carver inventor, author and professor

Holder of three patents, author of 44 agricultural bulletins, including How To Grow The Peanut and 105 Ways Of Preparing It For Human Consumption, as well as bulletins that detailed how to rehabilitate the soil of Southern states overplanted with cotton, by rotating crops like sweet potatoes, cowpeas, alfalfa, wild plum, and tomatoes, as well as bulletins on cotton itself, raising poultry, hogs, dairying, ornamental plants, preserving meat in hot weather, and nature study in schools, while heading the Department of Agriculture at the Tuskegee Institute for 47 years, until his death in 1943. For his life, work, and contributions to agriculture, he was honored with degrees, museums, having his likeness on U.S. coinage, postage stamps, having a Liberty ship named after him, as well as numerous schools, parks, and plant species.

Charles R. Drew Physician, medical professor, medical pioneer and inventor

Did his doctoral thesis on extending the usefulness of collected blood, which research was applied to the collection of both plasma and whole blood, saving thousands of lives during WW II in both Britain and the U.S. First African-American to earn a Doctorate of Medical Science. Became the director of the first American Red Cross Blood Bank, pioneering the concept, and also inventing the bloodmobile, for mobile collection of blood products. Literally responsible for saving millions of lives worldwide from 1940-five minutes ago, ad infinitum.

Garrett Morgan Inventor

Invented the modern traffic signal, to prevent serious traffic accidents.

Patricia Bath  Physician and inventor

Holder of 5 patents, including the first laser that allowed for laser correction of cataracts.





Daniel Hale Williams Physician, surgeon, and medical pioneer

Performed the first successful open heart surgery, in 1893.





I hold no brief, nor apologize for innumerable Dindus and wastes of skin and oxygen on this continent going back to about 1610, whose sole contribution to America or life in general is countless coroner's cases, and a prodigious amount of FAFO medals and Darwin Award nominations. I am second to no one when it comes to pointing and laughing at their boundless Clowncarnucopia of Fail. Dogpile on them all you want. We do, every chance we get.

But to be wholly ignorant of the above examples, and any dozen or two more, is to pull one's own trousers down, and spank their own ass in public, for the whole world to see. We learned of the first three of those in grade school, long before woketarded PC became a thing, when Nixon was president, FFS! Crack a friggin' book!

Somebody wants to change the original fucktarded meme from black to Sub-Saharan African inventions and technological advancements, go ahead on.

But anybody posting the original, as found, ought to see to a tourniquet for their dicks, to staunch the blood flow caused by their own cleats.

Check yourself, before you wreck yourself. Word to your mother. We yell because we care.