The Illustrated "But...But...But! Mah GOPe! Trump 2.0!! Help Me, Jesus!!!"

This is where the Never Trumpers always hoped we'd/they'd be : they'll clutch their pearls pro forma for about 15 seconds, just to pay homage to the ancient platforms, oaths, and deities they long ago abandoned. 

Then they'll start clawing tooth and nail to become the Jeb3.0 Savior Of The Party, and try to make a pitch to last-minute supplant Trump on this year's nomination ballot, aching to lose gloriously (a la Dole, McCrazy, and Romney) fighting Emperor Poopypants and his puppet masters with one hand tied behind their back, and wearing a full blindfold to the manifest gang-raping of our Constitution and the republic (when they're not busy participating in it themselves gleefully).

They occupy the second tier of People Who Need An Appointment With Madame Guillotine.

DeSantis and Haley were never cut to fill Trump's shoes. Everyone knew that, including the Enemedia pimping both, in turn, to try and head off a Trump electoral stampede at the pass. When it became obvious even to Stevie Wonder from space that strategy was doomed to fail, the prosecutors started dropping indictments. You could look it up.

Maybe no one else is cut to fill Trump's shoes, ever again. He may have been our last, best, and only shot, and now everyone will realize - far too late - they pissed away their final chance to stop the train before the abyss.

Because we just wanted to be left alone.

But rot, like rust, never sleeps.

So the Left, and their cronies in the Uniparty on the other side of the aisle, Quislings to a man, have stood by as the soap box has been denied us, and those in the professional soapbox class were suborned wholesale and willingly, in service of their long-suffering communist leanings.

Then they stole the ballot box, with everyone looking.

This week, they took away the jury box.

That leaves only one option, and those who ignore that calculus are going to end up in standing room only accommodations, in a boxcar, in total shock, with a surprised look on their faces.

The Left has told you - for years, for the dipshits in the class - that they wanted you unemployed, broke, shunned from society, rounded up, put in camps, re-educated, and finally, dead, Dead, DEAD.

Fucktard Wake-Up call: THEY MEANT EVERY LAST WORD.

If you stand around gawping and hoping until your only choice, like Christians in the arenas millennia ago, is to resolve to taste bad as the lions' cages are opened, you have already massively and terminally fucked up, and are so far from Screwed you can't even see it in your rear-view mirror with a telescope.

The GOPe isn't coming to save you.

Trump isn't coming to save you.

Neither Jesus nor Almighty God himself is coming to save you.

You have only your own arms and legs, and your own heads to rely on.

That's what you were given them for.

You're going to have to do the hard things yourself.

We, and many, many others, have told you, and Told You, and TOLD YOU. And many thought we were wrong. Maybe not you, but too many people we know. They convinced themselves we were kidding. 

They whinged, and mewled, and flung their feces, convincing themselves it was all fed-posting. They kicked, and screamed, and soiled themselves, with their fingers jammed into their ears to the third knuckles, rather than taking it to heart, and doing hard things.

That's been true always, and Ever. Most folks just didn't want to believe it. BELIEVE IT.

Don't you think it's about damned time you figured that out, got off your ass, and stopped waiting for someone else to do the heavy lifting?

Forget another savior coming in on a white horse. It isn't going to happen. You're going to have to do this one yourselves, on foot. War to the knife, and knife to the hilt.

It's the only way they finally learn the lesson. The. Only. Way.

And we don't mean metaphorically.

Even consummate bench-warmers Richard Blaine and Captain Renault realized that to get rid of the Major Strassers of the world, they were going to have to do it themselves.

Catch a cluebat there, before the 2x4 Of Reality pays your head a visit In Real Life.

There will be no unsigned Anonymous responses to this post. Don't waste the time. Own your work, or stay on the porch with the yappy little dogs.

"You're too harsh. We need to work within the system." = "We're afraid, Blutto! We might get in trouble!"

"Nothing will happen." = "Fuck you, Aesop. I'm going to sit on my ass! La! La! La! I can't hear you."

"You first." = "I'm a pussy, Aesop. I'm too chickenshit to even sign my post. And I'm going to do NOTHING."

"You're a fed." = "I'm a fed, sent here to make people think nothing will happen. And it's sooooo easy to get them shitting their drawers in fright with just my keyboard from here in D.C."

All - ALL - you have to do, for starters, is start by telling yourself "I'm not going to stand impotently by and watch this bullshit continue any longer!"

If even that little is "too hard", you're the exact problem. And always will be.

This Is How We Win

Liberty is not ordered by mail from Amazon. Freedom grows on trees exactly nowhere, at any time in human history. The colonists didn't vote King George out of office. The Redcoats weren't thrown out in the midterms. Their removal was by shellfire, musketry, and bayonets. If you thought liberty was going to descend from heaven indefinitely on a velvet cushion as the gift from a benevolent deity and thoughtful forefathers, you're in for a severe disappointment, exactly as some of you have already sussed out. Freedom will not drop out of the skies until communists and tyrants (but I repeat myself) do so as well.

To get those things, you have to go out on the plains of tyranny and kill the predators, if you want the red meat of freedom in your bellies. 'Twas ever thus, and ever shall be. You may not be the ones doing the trigger pulling or helicopter passenger unloading, come the day, but you damned sure better be down with those who are. If you can't find 3AM friends, you had better be one, and looking for the opportunity. And if you get the chance, even fleetingly, to join in the festivities, you'd better take full advantage of same. Or you'll regret it, all the way to the boxcars, and while sitting in exactly the very camps you imagined would never return. Of which your unsleeping enemies now speak openly.

If that's too hard for you to wrap your head around, let alone do, you won't have to ever worry again about what to think, or do, or how to live your lives. Because the chances are surpassing excellent that someone else will make those decisions for you every minute of your miserable remaining existence. Ask the rest of the Anglosphere (formerly-great Britain, Oz, NewZ, and Canada) how that's working out for them this very minute. As usual, we're the only ones left, and things here are looking sketchy at best, and ominously doubtful. Pretty much as in all such times.

If you're not up for such an animating struggle, stay on the porch with the little dogs. Maybe you'll be the unwitting receiver of the blessings of liberty anyways. Maybe not. And in the meantime, "May your chains rest lightly on your wrists, and may posterity forget that you were ever our brethren."

And those pictures, above? That's how you can tell, beyond all argument, that we are not amidst any such armed conflict, no matter what anyone else imagines. When they cease to be memes, and become every day, then maybe the fencesitters and thumb-up-the-fundament types will finally twig to the notion that unless there are two sides trading lead, it's not a conflict. It's simply a slaughterhouse.

It's your life, your freedom and liberty. Either fight for it tooth and nail, while you yet have the means, or accept that you'll die without it. (And voting a crop into existence is about as likely as pissing on the furrows by way of irrigation. Never worked, never will.) Unlike weeds and thorns, freedom isn't going to spring up of its own accord.

How Far? ALL. THE. WAY.

 h/t WRSA

Half-hearted and half-assed never won anything.

Best Essay I've Read All Year. RTWT

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Now go. Read.

From Sea To Shining Sea

 

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

Vis-a-vis this at WRSA just now:

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

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

With all due respect to CA,

No. 

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

They were not just whistling Dixie when they wrote that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To any who might contest such requiring:

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

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

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

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

Kung Flu: One Year Retrospective

 

We were going to use an exchange between ourself and some online Three Stooges to illustrate where we are and why, but in what's sure to be a disappointment to Larry and the two Darryls,

pity has stayed our hand, and we have elected not to beat the retarded kids here, and to skip their nonsense, as it's become apparent they don't know what they don't know about what they're opining, speaking as they do from a bottomless abyss of total ignorance about the entire subject matter. But if you would see the state of the average cretin's grasp of science, medicine, and mathematics, let alone basic logic, you can head over to Mike's Cold Fury blog, and read the comments in this thread. I warn you, it's 10 minutes you'll never get back, and reading their twaddle will probably lower your IQ almost enough to vote Democrat, but I don't want them deprived of the attention their trolling and idiocy richly deserves. Reason #27 why I moderate comments here is to keep house trolls like this out of the pool. Because they can't read the signs that say "Don't sh*t in the pool." So they do that.

Instead, let's look at what I told you then, and see where we are now.

First Take

The funny part for me is comparing that, which I actually said, and comparing it to what uninformed jackasses think I'm saying when I explain in blistering detail that masks work, but people are idiots.

Zero defects, save one.

At the time, I looked at the then-unpolluted numbers for coronavirus fatality, which ranged from 1% up to 5%, so I went with the worst-case numbers rather than downplay things.

Later, I settled on 3%, as it split the difference between the published extremes of 1% and 5%, which seemed reasonable with an hitherto unknown virus, and quite possibly one genetically engineered by ChiCom biowar labs.

It turns out, it's closer to 2% than 3%, most places (though a couple of them have come pretty close to 3%, even now). To be as precise as I'm going to be, 1.775%, on average, in the U.S., is the average CFR - Case Fatality Rate. I.e. how many people who get it will die as a direct consequence. 

And, as I frequently require of others, I'll show my work.

I took Johns Hopkins' numbers for COVID cases and deaths, primarily because of ease of access, and because they're not @$$clown Fauci, nor the politically-compromised jackholes at the CDC. They're by actual medical and statistical professionals, rather than dipshits who've failed upwards for an entire career, and thus a bit more beholden on their accuracy and reputations when they put data out there. You got a better idea, lay it on me.

So, I took the 14 worst-hit states, and the ten least hit ones.

I then took their guesstimated populations (because the 2020 census isn't completely processed, nor, likely as accurate as years past). I divided their total cases in that population to get the actual rate of COVID infection. Some will bitch that those number have been polluted by false positives. Fair enough. However, I would point out they're also polluted by the lack of asymptomatic carriers never added to those numbers, who never got tested because they never got symptoms. And I'm going on the theory that one cancels out the other, leaving the status quo.

That gets us the following rates of infection and rates of fatality, by state (plus D.C.) from most (numerically) infected states (Top 14) to least (Bottom 10):

We're smart, but lazy. So if your state is somewhere in the middle 27 we didn't bother with (which we figure won't deviate notably from what we found with the 24 we did do), and not listed above, do it yourself. 'tain't that hard.

Also, that overall is an average of only the 24 listed, above. 

Full mathemagical disclosure: I didn't population-weight CA's 1.5% at being worth 39 times what MT's 1.4% is. If you want moon landing precision, do it your own damned self. I doubt the actual, dead-on balls accurate percentage will vary enough to make a difference in the grand scheme of things, but any weaponized autists are free to work it out to the last decimal place, and correct me in Comments.

This table tells us several things.

First and foremost, Kung Flu has not, by and large, penetrated anywhere beyond about 10% of the populace in the U.S. (ND, TN, and AZ are the notable over-achievers there.) Early on, with a lack of tests, there was concern that some places were oversampled, undersampled, etc. When CA, for but one example, with nearly 40M people, has had 50M tests, that's not an issue at this point.

So if you still want ten times as many people dead, by all means, spread it to the other 90% of the country who hasn't gotten it yet, before vaccinations are widely distributed. (That'd be 5M dead total instead of 500K, for Common Core math grads.) As just the 10% numbers nearly crashed at least two major metro areas completely in medical terms, we do not advise that.

And also, because we're not a selfish Gilligan, nor a ghoul. YMMV.

FTR, once again, a baaaaaaaaad  flu year any time for the last century is 80,000 dead *(SWAGuesstimated by the CDC), and annual flu has a CFR of 0.1%, since ever, other than the Spanish Flu of 1918. So that makes the lethality of Kung Flu between 5 and 29 times worse than annual flu. Period.

We have comfortably eclipsed anyone tongue-swabbing the notion that this is "just the flu, bro." Well, except for irremediably total retards.

Secondly, the biggest fuck-ups in terms of how much this spread are actually North Dakota, Tennessee, and Arizona. By a country mile. Sorry campers, but it ain't mainly Dumbocrats that're the biggest problem when it comes to pressure-washing the vomit. And FL and TX did worse than NYFS and CA, in terms of seeing that a greater percentage of people get infected. Bullshitters with an agenda lie. The numbers don't. The best states (of those I examined) at containing it were Hawaii, Vermont, and Maine. I think that has more to do with sunshine killing the virus, or cold weather keeping people apart, more than anything else, coupled with low exposure to it to begin with. But the idea that North Dakota did six times worse than Hawaii should duly embarrass the clowns nominally running things in Bismarck, and despite the low pop. density, waiting until November to institute public masking and other measures was demonstrably asinine. The only good news there is they were stupid in one of the least-populated states in the country, so the total damage was contained by happenstance, rather than design.

Thirdly, where it comes down to killing people most of all, NJ, NYFS, and PA lead the dumbass parade of highest percentage of victims killed. Partly, that has to do with shoving the sick in amongst the most vulnerable by forcing nursing homes to accept known COVID+ patients, and partly it has to do with healthcare resources in those states being overwhelmed in those high-population states at the height of the crisis, which always leads to poor outcomes.

Exactly as we dun tole 'ya it would.

And AK's current CFR of 0.5% is downright phenomenal. How'd they do it? Low numbers overall, coupled with enough hospital capacity for those cases, and some generally hardier and healthier people, if I had to guess.

Which is why not letting the outbreak overwhelm that capacity is still a thing, and will be until vaccinations are widespread in the population, for anyone who wants one.

And nota bene: the seriously ill who haven't died, have a host of sequellae that result from weeks of double pneumonia, intubation, disseminated coagulopathy in major organs, etc., so the number of people killed by Kung Flu is going to be like a strike in a bowling game: i.e. it's going to be counted for the next several frames, and this year's pandemic is going to kill people over the next several years, because of damage to their body, and inability to cope with more minor things they would have otherwise survived, had COVID 19 not torn them a new one this year. It's going to be the Agent Orange of viruses, and people have only begun dying from it, not finished, even if we vaccinated 100% of the population tomorrow.

But, as warned, the follow-on effects have been hugely more troubling that this virus, per se.

Unemployment. Lack of anything in the bank account. Death of entire industries and economic sectors, with no end in sight. The prospect of skyrocketing inflation any minute. And/or the collapse of the dollar, the stock market, and pretty much anything that needs money to make it run.

That's before COVID served as the pretext for rolling out the shenanigans that outright stole the re-election of the most popular president in a century while everyone was watching it happen, then doing the same thing again with the Senate, turning the now-dead republic into a banana republic, and slamming the reins of government so hard to the Left it has nearly killed the horse. And they're just warming up!

Then an imperial presidency by a fraudulently installed poser, fortifying the capitol lest the peasants revolt, a diarrhea stream of executive orders, setting military readiness on fire, churning out fiatbux backed by airballs three shifts a day at warp speed, and setting the country up for the greatest financial collapse the world has ever seen.

All while greasing the skids for total gun control, thought policing, and a Final Solution to the Conservative problem, complete with trains and re-education camps, after painting half the country as would-be terrorists in great need of rounding up.

Yeah, we sure missed warning you about all of that.

Wait...not so much. Pretty much been beating that drum all year long.

And now we know why smart people told us to familiarize ourselves with The Rise And Fall Of The Third Reich , because watching the @$$clown PTB do a massive scripted do-over of the whole thing reminds one of Yogi Berra's brilliant observation: "It's like deja vu all over again."

As CA says at WRSA: "This is where we are. Imagine where we'll be."

Best wishes to you as you deal with each fresh hell this coming year. These are "the Good Old Days". It only gets worse from here on out, and anything to the contrary will be a simulacrum of normalcy, and the deep breath before the plunge.

A Few Notes

 

Do we condemn anything that happened yesterday by those who marched on and took control of the Capitol?

Not one damned thing.

And we note that the only homicide occurred by the hands of Capitol Police, on an unarmed woman and military veteran protesting non-violently. Window-breaking, when last we looked, even in the federal code, is not a capital offense meriting the death penalty, let alone summary execution, and the mostly empty Senate Chamber is neither the President's occupied bedroom, nor the SAC NORAD Command HQ.

Dear law enforcement, from dog catchers to Attorneys general,

If you're not with us, you're with the Terrorists. The People, just like the Marines, are "no better friends, and no worse enemies". Your actions every day will mark you as one or the other of those to The People, whose Constitution you swore an oath to defend, from here on out, and there will be consequences to your choices. Harsh and permanent ones. We won't be locking you up, nor holding trials (except the drumhead variety), and we won't be taking prisoners, from here on out. You have now been properly negotiated with. You got away with "Just following orders" when you looked the other way for Leftard riots. Unlike them, we came in peace, but we're pleading with you, with tears in our eyes: Fuck with us, and we'll kill you all, and people will write about what happens for hundreds of years. You'll get one chance, and the consequences to you will be swift, eternal, and irrevocable. You want to try policing an entire hostile nation in the service of jackbooted thuggery and a banana republic oligarchy, and think you'll ever live to see a dime of your pension, think again. Choose wisely.

P.S. To the Capitol cop thug who fired that fatal shot: Go home and eat your gun, as a service to humanity. No, really. Just do it. You're already dead to us, so why not make it official by your own hand?

But permit, please, now that the bodies have cooled, a few brief observations on what didn't happen.

1) Non-violent protests assume a rational and reasonable foe.

You have neither. Non-violent protests get people shot by those willing to use violence. Imagine Gandhi in the PRC. Wait, you don't have to: Tiananmen Square ring any bells? Stop playing by Marquess of Queensbury Rules. This is war to the knife, knife to the hilt, and then gouging eyes and biting off ears. If you aren't ready for that, you're not tall enough for this ride.

2) A group with plans and leadership is an army.

You had neither. It was just a mob. Pointed by those unwilling and/or unable to step to the fore, sent into whatever awaited, blind, stupid, clueless, like sheep to a slaughter. All it ultimately did, besides showing the other side how pissed off we are, is provide a photo op and put a face to the baseless claims about Right Wing Extremism that you'll be beaten over the head with for months and years to come. (Unless we win, and get to write the history ourselves.)

3) "Everybody has a plan, until they get hit in the face."

Well, clearly not everyone has a plan. You didn't get hit in the face, and you still had no plan, other than presence. No plan for agents provacateur. No plan to exploit a runaway victory (because no one had thought even one step beyond anything). No media plan, no logistic plan, no medical plan, nothing. This was planned about as well as a trip to Disneyland. ("So we get off the freeway, park, and go inside. Okay. Then what? What d'ya mean???") So, yet again, despite half a dozen recent examples, no planning, at any level, about what to do if. If ANYTHING. No plan, for ANYTHING. Good, bad, indifferent. This was about as planned as a herd of sheep grazing in a meadow, and with as much forethought. So don't act surprised it turned into a modern-day Boston Massacre. That was what happened when patriots brought snowballs to a gunfight. You lot didn't even have snowballs. Huzzah! Or, as countless NCOs have told people, "Good initiative. Bad judgement." It doesn't make you less motivated, less brave, or less committed. Just stupid and thoughtless. Own that. For the umpteenth time. And knock that crap off, FFS.

4) Playing in the street is for stupid children. Stop being that.

Demonstrations are for optics. They accomplish nothing else. Even less with the monumental shortcomings in planning and leadership demonstrable in every event since anybody thought this dumbassery was a good idea. A few pointers:

a) You don't own the media outlets. In fact, they are entirely unsympathetic to everything you are, and represent.

b) You had no media plan.

c) You didn't have anyone, or any 500 people, expressly designated to document what you wanted to do, nor what you didn't want to do, nor what was done by people not you. So you handed the entire narrative, start to finish, over to your Enemy, before you even started out.

d) You had no plan on how to disseminate a message, before, during, nor after, nor even any wild idea what message you were trying to make, besides being an angry mob.

e) Stumble and bumble into being used as a photo op poster child for the Enemy in haste, repent at leisure.

You became a herd of brave and dedicated people on pogo sticks, clearing a minefield. How's that working out for you now?

5) "They'll see a lot of us, and see our anger, and then they'll suddenly start doing what we want them to do."

Um,...no.

That has happened exactly never. You either kill people and break things, and dictate terms with swords to throats, or you march into machineguns and die gloriously, stupidly, and pointlessly, but for a good cause. As if anyone ever respects suicidal fanaticism, beyond resolving to gun it down on sight. Achievement unlocked: Went full retard.

6) You're not the Leftards. Stop using their game plan.

The Media doesn't care about what you want. Hollywood doesn't care about what you want. The other side's politicians don't care about what you want. And your own (nominally) politicians don't care about what you want. Those last are fleeing you and your ilk at warp speed, and they can smell blood in the water 10,000 times better than any shark. Protest reindeer games only work when there's someone out there who sympathizes with you, or is at least uncommitted, but open to hearing you out. It's not 1967 any more. The country has stratified. Anything you say to yourselves is preaching to the choir. Anything you say to the other side is falling on deaf ears. Period. Full stop.

7) Stop pissing into the wind. You look stupid, you smell worse, and you're just annoying everyone.

You want to get 100,000 people together to do something? Fine. If you're going to go, go big, or get back on the porch. Bring your rifles, surround the Capitol, (which means plan out all the exits, and blockade them too, starting with the subway tunnels they'd use to escape you) and tell all comers that you want the traitors handed over at once, and start trying and executing them on the porticoes, on national television. Shoot any motherfuckers who resist you, and any motherfuckers, inside or out, who point guns at you. In the face. Be prepared for a lot of casualties, on both sides. But if you're not willing to do that, because it's massively against the law, (and believe me, it is, yuuuugely), you're not patriots, you're just pussies. 

Storing guns, arming militias, and fortifying the heights around Boston harbor in 1775 were also criminal acts. Hanging offenses, treason, and insurrection, according to no less than the King of England and all the colonies at the time, which was not mere idle boasting on his part. But you haven't got the courage of your convictions colonial townspeople and farmers had, or you wouldn't have tried to win this thing by waving teddy bears at cameras. Own that, too.

8) You pissed your pants yesterday, for all the good you did, or might have done. And now you look foolish, clueless, and naive. Which you were. And your pants are wet.

Sh*t happens. Get back up, change your pants, and don't f**k things up next time. There will be a next time. Probably the first of hundreds, if not thousands, of such skirmishes. Yesterday was a start, not an end. Learn the lessons you keep booting out your asses, and stop doing that. Photo ops and "statements" are for impotent @$$clowns. Don't be that. If you thought you were going to win a bloodless coup by holding your breath, turning blue, and stomping your feet like toddlers throwing a tantrum at the supermarket, it's past fucking time you grew up, including a spine and a set of functional balls.

This is going to be hard. People died yesterday, and all on our side. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!: Even in the movies, Robin Hood had to kill half a dozen @$$holes on Prince John's side to make the point that he was serious, and wasn't to be trifled with. If you haven't wrapped your head around that reality, and come to grips with what's got to be done to get your country back, STFU, chop your dicks off, turn in your weapons, and either learn to sing Leftist love songs and eat soyburgers, or line up for the boxcars right fucking now, and stop wasting the time and goodwill of better men than yourselves.

No one, least of all this blogger, is mad at you or blames you for yesterday's events. But the Amateur Hour silly-ass b.s. has to stop, now. The time for impotent gestures and photo ops is over. You're either in the fight of your lives to win, including the killing and dying that course necessarily entails, or you're just a bunch of LARPing jackholes.

Decide. Stop pissing yourselves while you dither, and try and take the moral high ground without inflicting or taking casualties. This isn't the playground, and what's to come requires the resolve that took Hamburger Hill, not the kind that wins in the ball pit at Chuck E. Cheese, or plays childish games where no one's keeping score.

Grow the fuck up, and get on with it. Be adults, and do manly things.

Get busy winning, or learn to love losing.

You aren't going to regroup, and out-vote them harder next time; that option is closed off forever now. Come to grips with that harsh reality.

What are you going to do about that...??

And nota bene that any whiny bitching, pissing, and moaning in Comments will be regarded as the poster saying "Cuck! Cuck! Cuck-a-doodle-do!" Suck it up, Buttercup.

This Was A Test. You Just Failed, Hard.

FFS, Go Clean Your Garage

And now, already, cue the whinging.

If you live so far out of the mainstream this isn't affecting you, or barely so, rejoice. Really.
Just because the shark hasn't swam up and bit you in the ass personally, I can assure you it's actually a thing. I've personally carted several people to the ICU, and at least one of them is deader than canned tuna. Within 48 hours, and he was in his 50s. Not his 80s, 70s, or 60s, his 50s.

We've been on lockdown here for 3 weeks (Gee, I wonder why cases here are so much smaller than in places where they're still riding the subway everyday, or held an open-air Mardi Gras bacchanal just a month ago? What could it be? What could it BE?).

Some places have been on stay-at-home lockdown less than 2 days.
That's right, a whole two m*****f***ing days!!! The HORROR!
This isn't Ethiopia during a famine, FFS. No one's kids are orange-haired bloated-bellied scarecrows covered in flies. Grow some balls and deal with it, instead of losing your shit already.

NYFC currently has 1800 people dead, and over 7000 have died nationwide in the last three weeks. Anybody remember what happened the last time a few thousand people died in NYFC, and what a nothingburger that turned out to be??

And no, they're not packing everything and the kitchen sink into those stats, no matter what Alex Jones, George Nouri, and the black helicopter/chemtrail/Tinfoil Hat Society posted on their lunatic times dispatch from mommie's basement. 

With even a single-digit percent mortality, this is killing a lot of people, and that's not even the biggest problem from it.
But 7000 dead means that there's probably only 1M people who have it yet, out of 330M.
So, who wants to make sure we jack up the casualty figures 33,000%, right now, so we can have 1-2M dead in a couple of weeks?
Anybody? Beuller? Ferris Beuller...??
Go home and read a book or something, or go clean out the garage.

I repeat, if you're currently out of this, and not interacting (or even doing so minimally), this will turn out fine for you. If you don't spaz out about it, and don't start the drumbeat and catcalls for Boogaloo or some other stupidity.
If you don't want societal meltdown, don't start ringing all the bells to make sure you get societal meltdown.

If you think hitting the reset will be all peachy, go read Ferfal or Selco's blogs, who've both BTDT and got the T-shirt, and ponder the fun you'll have living on rat stew and bartering whatever you can scratch together for enough medicine to keep your kid alive, or getting jacked for your shoes, and then tell me that you want to live in The Book Of Eli for the next decade or three (I don't; if you do, fuck you and the horse you rode into town on). FFS, if you think this will be fun, why not take a vacation in Beirut, or Caracas, now, and tell the class afterwards what jolly fun you had. Only an asshole would want that. Most of you would be dead in a month anyways, and everyone would be happier for it, other than that whole collapse of civilization thingie. Just STFU and deal, wouldja?


Stay frosty, stay smart, and deal with small potatoes, as long as they stay small.
Five minutes after this is over, it's mostly a blip on the radar for the same 90% of you for whom it's nothing much now. Except with less overseas jobs, and more homegrown production, and hopefully, less opening the floodgates to everybody from anywhere else but here.

Beat that drum, and I'll subscribe to your newsletter and march in your parade.

Still can't figure this out?
Need some Martha Stewart/Burt Gummer Household Tips?

Square away your domicile. Clean the f**k out of everything.
Where's your gear in case there's a small fire?
Where's the medical stuff?
Set the outside up (short of concertina and sandbags - yet) like some douchebag is going to case it, or try to break in. Trim what needs trimming. Light what needs lighting. Put lights on random timers. Make it hard to get close, harder to get in, and easy to die trying.
Where are your shooting irons and such, to repel boarders?
How much ammunition do you have? Where?
Where's the cleaning gear for them all?
Are they all clean and pass a function check?
How much food do you have?
What food do you have?
Write out a menu for the next 30 days.
Then the next. Then the next, based on what's on-hand.
What about water? And water storage? And purification?
What about the pets?
Got all that squared away, RFN? (As if, for 90% of anyone, even on this blog.)
Where's your library of good-to-know books?
Crack it open, and start reading.
In fact, organize it, and make a subject study schedule.
Bone up on one subject at a time, every day, if you've got time on your hands.
If you have others at home with you, start teaching and doling out those lessons too.
Five year old kids can learn first aid; I've seen it, and taught it.
Ditto a lot of other skills.
Get all that knocked out - just that - and then come back when you're bored, and wish this was over.
For most households, that should be some time around the 4th of July.