Moar. Harder. Faster.

As every new day brings fresh butthurt from the latest Libtardian rectum, up which 47 has just fired a heat-seeking missile, I've been coasting, because AFAIC, the only words I could add to what he's done so far are in the title of this post.

If there were dogs on Mars, they'd be howling from the screaming going on in and around D.C. about now. How magical!

Tonight On Radio Free Australia

 

OzCom Is Now Run By Full-Bore OzHoles

h/t Peter , John , and Mike

OzCom unveils new national flag.

RTWT, and weep.

It's really that bad there, and if anything, all four of us have understated it.

They have moved from parliamentary democratic republic to full-bore Orwellian Communist dictatorship in about 0.2 seconds. Even Russia and China didn't fall to communism this fast.

And this response is nominally to a virus, in a country of some 26M souls, which has killed fewer people there total than have died to date from it in just our own District of Criminals hereabouts (1,032 dead in Oz, total). Using COVID as a beard for this draconian over-reach is weak sauce: this is pure unquenched lust for totalitarian control, and nothing else.

As BCE memed on another topic,

Their former government has now forfeited once and for all time, any further claim to legitimacy in anyone's eyes, anywhere.

Commensurately, any former social contract between the government and the governed there, or any former allies, is irreparably broken.

Any action against that government is therefore entirely within bounds, not least of which for every member of same, from dog catchers to prime minister, and necessarily includes stringing them up by the neck, or putting same up against a wall and summarily executing them, or any lesser included response.

Open season, screw the bag limits.

That means wherever and whenever found, short of open and public renunciation of said government by any former members, and joining active resistance with the people of the Commonwealth of Australia to depose that government forthwith.

And lest ye forget, write this lesson on your palm with indelible marker:

WHEN ANY GOVERNMENT DEMANDS YOUR GUNS, ALWAYS TURN THEM IN BULLETS FIRST, TO EACH AND EVERY OFFICIAL OF THAT GOVERNMENT YOU MEET.

God may have mercy on the sons of bitches now running the People's Republic of Australia (henceforth known as OzCom).

No one else should, but arranging the meeting is now entirely within the bounds of civilized behavior.

When a government flips so completely, and so rapidly, the deep rot was into the very bones of that republic, and moderation in the pursuit of liberty is no longer any virtue.

In short, in and for Oz,

IT'S OFFICIALLY TIME TO START SHOOTING THE BASTARDS IN THE FACE.

Sleep tight, America. That's OzCom, not here.

IT COULD NEVER HAPPEN HERE,...RIGHT?!?

O, if only someone had warned them about this.

We note FTR that we specifically warned where things in OzCom were headed on this blog back on August 18th, but were assured in Comments by trusted local sources Down Under that we were over-reacting to internet hokum and hyperbole.

Those rules are written in blood.

And shall be underlined the same way.

Dunkirk Kabul: How And Why We Got Here

 h/t ASM at Borepatch, Peter , and Lady Lake: GMTA

It's instructive that the scene at Kabul hasn't been even
this organized for even one minute in the last two weeks.

The DemoCommunist Party, enemies of the United States since, frankly, ever, was always pissed that Dubbya got to deal with 9/11, rather than putting Al Bore in there to placate, appease, and embolden our enemies, while deriding and hamstringing what was left of Reagan's America, so in this debacle, they've finally gotten the outcome they would have had, but for some hanging chads in January of 2001.

This is all a long-planned served-cold revenge for Dubbya and Trump, twin unpardonable sins for which the country must be punished, in their entirely hostile-to-the-nation worldview.

We are now, belatedly in their view, exactly where they wanted us to be in 2001. They were thwarted at every turn, with Carter, Clinton, and Obozo, but at last, with Gropey Dopey, they can finally strip away any attempt for America to do what is has always done: rise to the challenge.

They want the entire nation, figuratively and literally, on its knees, with someone else's pistol it its mouth, while they dictate terms and we beg, "BEG!", for mercy from our enemies. They want us to be the French facing Hitler in the railway car at Compiègne in June of 1940.

There is no other explanation for a denouement so totally opposite all other efforts, so long-considered yet executed with such ham-fisted monumental incompetence. At some point, mere mental retardation and even profound dementia is not sufficient to explain, and naked malice alone suffices to give answer and explanation to what has transpired so rapidly and completely.

This is EXACTLY where the Woketard Left WANTS the nation: vulnerable, defenseless, and entirely at the mercy of our mortal enemies.

QED

The answer to that sort of behavior can only come in rivers of blood and mountains of skulls, and until that is accomplished, one way or the other, this country will never know peace nor prosperity ever again.

When you have a faction that would rather burn the country to the ground than let the rest have it, despite their own serial failures at governance in every endeavor attempted for a century and more, it's time to begin the culling of those enemies, in a Roman fashion, and with Carthaginian finality.

Nothing less will any longer suffice, as if it ever could or would have.

There will be no Appomattox this time.

When it's over, one side will exist, and the other side will be - and must be - wiped off the face of the planet. With a fearsomeness and exactitude that will be retold for 10,000 years, and frighten the children of generations as yet unborn.

Leftardia delenda est.

Blow That Out Your @$$, Satanists

 

4 Then the hospital staff was dragged by the Chicoms into the wilderness to be tempted by the Devil. After working ceaselessly for three-hundred-forty days and three-hundred-forty nights, they were hungry. The Tempter came to them and said, "Take the Vaxx, and you will always have bread."

They answered "It is written, 'Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that comes from the mouth of God.'"

Then the Devil took them to the roof of the hospital.

"If you are truly righteous" he said, "take the Vaxx, for it is written:

"'He will command His angels concerning you, and they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone, and the plague shall pass over without harming thee.'"

They answered him, "It is also written: 'Do not put the Lord your God to a foolish test.'"

Again, the Devil took them to a very high mountain, and showed them all the kingdoms of the world and their splendor. 
All this will I give you," he said, "if you will bow down, kiss my ass, and take the Vaxx Jab."

They said unto him, " Away from me, Satan! For it is written: 'Worship the Lord your God, and serve Him only.' And stick your vaxx jab where the sun shineth not."

Then the Devil left them, and angels came and attended them.

- Matthew 4: 1-11, Aesop's Topical Version

It's fine with me if you don't believe life begins at conception. Think and believe whatever you want. It's your right. But it's also MY right as well.

I, however, am bound to the dictates of my own conscience and religious understanding. You can't answer for me, nor decide how I shall act. All three not-a-vaxx offerings were developed from, and/or tested on, the tissue strains of aborted children. This is not up for discussion, it's a scientific and historico-legal fact. For me to therefore receive such a concoction, knowing its source, would be as repugnant and morally impossible for me as it would be to force a shot grown in pork into an observant Jew or fundamentalist Muslim. No government may abrogate the right to refuse that, ever. It's a natural law, pre-dating and overriding even the Constitution, which is why it's enshrined within it.

Telling me that even though the number of deaths and permanent disabilities from this one vaccine eclipses and dwarfs all similar effects from all vaccines in history, but is nonetheless a fractional chance at a bad outcome, is like telling me I should take it because God will (probably) protect me.

And telling people to trust you about the long-term safety of a jab that's only been out a few months, because if they don't take it you'll take away their professions, careers, paychecks, food, shelter, and all their material possessions on earth because you think you can, is a guaranteed way to start making people actively plan the best way to lop off your head, frolic in the blood, and mount your head on a fence post on their way out the door. And then do it a few hundred thousand more times, until all your jackassical minions get the idea folks are as serious as a heart attack.

Telling me I've got 6 weeks to change my tune, or else?

F**k around and find out.

You think you might have a Norma Rae problem.

I'm telling you to start thinking in terms of  Curtis Lemay. And Robbespierre.

Hoist A Glass!

 

Che got nine bullets in his sorry @$$,
and all I got was this rockin' meme! Salud, bitch.

Forgive the lapse, but as Boat Guy reminded me in Comments, today is the anniversary of the date in 1967 when sociopath commie bastard mass murderer (but I repeat myself) Ernesto "Che" Guevara performed his highest duty to mankind, by volunteering as a target for a detachment of the glorious forces of freedom in Bolivia, where he was wounded, captured, and later executed summarily. Dulce et decorum est.

A toast, boys and girls, to the outstanding marksmanship of Las Fuerzas Armadas de Bolivia, and their virtuous achievement of making another Good Communist, in a hail of gunfire. Nice shooting, amigos. Viva Libertad!

And be of good cheer, fellow diehards: today means we're another year closer to Dead Hanoi Jane Day. Whenever that day comes, it cannot be too soon.

Every Day Is 9/11. That's Exactly The Problem.

Reprinted from 9/11/2018. It's a year later (or eighteen, take your pick); NOTHING has changed.

9/11/2001: A resident of NYFC gets culturally enriched by the Diversity.

I'm a guy. And while I assent to cultural tradition, if you're one too, or you've got a husband, boyfriend, son, or father, you've probably caught on that we really aren't built to care a helluva lot about anniversaries and other such dates.

Saber-tooth in those bushes? You have my full attention.
Hot steak dinner with mashed potatoes and gravy? You had me at steak.
Same spot on the calendar as one 365 days ago, or some multiple thereof? Zzzzzzzzzz

You're fighting upstream against the way our brains are wired on all three levels: human, monkey, and lizard.

And the fact is, at all three levels of my brain, every day is 9/11.
Yesterday was.
Tomorrow will be.
Today is just a happy conjunction of reality and the construct of the Gregorian calendar.
Nothing more nor less.

Because the murdering, semi-literate goat-humpers who perpetrated the act we remember are still out there.
We (you, me, Western civilization, etc.) haven't delivered to them the Third Punic War level of recompense they richly deserve, because reasons. Mostly bullshit ones, at that.

It's too much.
Hey, fuckwit, they wiped out international air travel for months, vaporized billions in the economy of every nation in the world, including the ones least able to absorb that, not just ours in the U.S., engendering a decade-plus series of wars and thousands to tens of thousands of casualties, that really hasn't stopped since they started circa the 7th Century, and won't until we end the problem, by ending the problem children.
Sorry if that unvarnished reality spoils your breakfast, but shit happens.

It's mean.
Really, dipshit? Meaner than destroying the lives of thousands of strangers in the service of your child-molesting leader, and his fanatical devotion to an imaginary death-cult deity?
Meaner than setting buildings on fire, and subjecting thousands of strangers to slow torture by fire, smoke, and worst of all, the time to contemplate the full hopelessness of their situation, such that they'd rather, in hundreds of cases, try flying from the 80th floor of a skyscraper rather than burn to death, or wait to be crushed under hundreds of tons of smoking rubble, screaming all the way to the impact at the bottom?
Okay, you win. I hereby concede that justice demands that every fanatical follower of theirs, including their bomb-toting children, should only be lit on fire, and kicked out of an aircraft at altitude, to scream in unspeakable agony the entire way until impact. Call it Hammurabi 2.0.
Happy now?

That's not who we are.
You got a mouse in your pocket, soy-boi?
Who we are is a disgrace. Who we should be, are the guys who nuked Mecca and Medina, same day, then slaughtered everything left after that, in a feat worthy of Genghis Khan, and then introduced endangered species to graze there in perpetuity, so as to have enough lions and crocodiles handy to feed any stragglers to for the next few centuries.

They aren't all like the terrorists.
Really? That's why the "moderates" cheer and hand out candy when the "fanatics" kill your fellow citizens? How many times will you have to be jihaded by "moderates" who experience Sudden Jihadi Syndrome™, in San Bernardino, or Ft. Hood, or Tennessee, or a hundred other places, before the penny finally drops for you?
By their own doctrine, they're either fanatics, or apostates.
Moderate is a western invention, like unicorns and the Easter Bunny.
You could look it up.

Have a nice big steaming hot cup of Reality, Snowflake:
 

Fanatical Muslims give the other 1% a bad name.

When we should have been whole-heartedly focused on depriving their civil rights, with high explosives, until there wasn't even a single breeding pair left in captivity, we instead had undisguised opportunists waiting to violate our civil rights, submitting us to indignities and violations that would have made Heinrich Himmler and his acolytes salivate, if not progress to actually lewdly abusing themselves in public. Groping my underpants and forcing me to walk shoeless to board a plane hasn't stopped a single terrorist incident ever, nor ever will.
Meanwhile, the recidivism rate for those granted a new .223 caliber third eye in their foreheads is still running at a flawless perfect 0%, every single time it's tried. Suck on that mathematical reality, and get back to me.

We have the spectacle of entire nations self-destructing under the onslaught of "refugees", suspiciously all military-aged males, minus women and children, streaming from every not-at-war Turd World Shitholia and Trashcanistan, raping entire populations in plain sight, for decades, with the full approval of the authorities, and pillaging the cultural heritage of the entire civilized world. And Stockholm Syndrome times Battered Wives' Syndrome is alive and well; but not just in Stockholm, but in Berlinistan, Londonistan, Paristan, Romistan, Rotherham, Chemnitz, and every other future no-go zone in the caliphate that's spreading like cancer from Spitzbergen to Sicily.
To Syracuse.
To San Diego.
Let me know when realization dawns for you.

Charles Martel, Ferdinand of Spain, Vlad The Hero, and the entire interred Knights of Malta are twirling in their graves so hard it should be gyroscopically spinning the planet out of solar orbit.

And we elected an illegal alien jihadist here, who spent most of a decade denying the obvious truth before everyone's lying eyes: we know who the problem is, we know where the problem is, we have the means to solve it, but none dare speak that, or they'll be fact-shamed for their truthiness, and banished from the public square.

When Ann Coulter nailed it on 9/12 or so, the shrieks hit pitches that were heard by dogs in space.

"We should invade their countries, kill their leaders and convert them to Christianity."

I'm far less missionary-minded: I'd settle for 2 out of 3, and add "kill them all, burn their homes, slaughter their livestock, salt their fields, and throw the corpses in their wells, after we crap in them." If they have spiritual aspirations, that's just fine. And the sooner we arrange that meeting for them with God to be face-to-face, the better for all concerned.

But I'm sentimental like that.

Remember 9/11??
You must be joking.

The half-assed, half-witted, half-stepping pseudo-response to 9/11 has ensured that every day is 9/11.

Ask a thousand English girls enslaved for sex in their own country, and passed around like so much white meat. For a decade, while Britistani officialdom watched.
(Dear British pussies: you should be hunting down like Adolph Eichmann, and beheading, on YouTube and LiveLeak, with dull rusty saws, every public official who did that, and putting their freshly-severed heads on London Bridge, but you're all women now, the best part of your DNA ran down the legs of French ladies of your grandfathers' era in the countryside outside Verdun, and you deserve the butt-raping you'll be getting in your own towns until you fix that. If ever. If you're too squeamish, maybe you can hire it out to the Gurkhas, but it still needs getting done. Sorry about the shoe fitting and all.)
Ask numbers beyond account stabbed, shot, or run over in France.
Ask the women of Germany and Sweden and Norway, gang-raped in 100% of cases by the very same swarthy "Asian" hordes of rapefugees they foolishly welcomed into their homelands.

So far, outside of a few divisions of veterans of places like Samar, Mogadishu, Fallujah, Anbar province and the like, and a handful of Americans armed with rolled up newspapers and butter knives on a flight over Shanksville PA until it ended as a smoking hole in the ground, we haven't done nearly enough, and until we do, we're going to keep remembering, and re-living, the unspeakable agony of that day, until either there's no one left who cares, given that they're all bowing five times a day facing Mecca; or until there's no one left to do it to humanity again, ever, for all time.

When someone tells you they're coming for you, take them at their word.
If it's going to come down to that, it's always better to be the one twisting the bayonet, rather than the one impaled on the end.

Sooner or later, you're going to figure that out.
Hopefully, the light will dawn while you still have the means to make a choice in the matter.

Mo doesn't like Western civilization? Wants to bring about global sharia?
I'm your Huckleberry.
I'll see your jihad, and raise you the Last Crusade. I'm all in, in fact.
So quit dicking around, and flop that last card.

"Let's roll."

USGS Reports Moderate Volcanic Eruption In Washington D.C.

GPS reveals the Capitol was the location of a moderate volcanic eruption earlier this afternoon:

I repeat, to Whomever sent Sen. Graham a spine and set of testicles: my compliments, and many thanks.

I don't think I've ever seen that man piss lava so hard and far as he did here.
He almost sounded like a Republican today. Somebody seems to have taken him out of the deep freeze; he keeps this up, and his stature as a statesman could get above C-level.

Every Day Is 9/11. That's Exactly The Problem.

9/11/2001: A resident of NYFC gets culturally enriched by the Diversity.

I'm a guy. And while I assent to cultural tradition, if you're one too, or you've got a husband, boyfriend, son, or father, you've probably caught on that we really aren't built to care a helluva lot about anniversaries and other such dates.

Saber-tooth in those bushes? You have my full attention.
Hot steak dinner with mashed potatoes and gravy? You had me at steak.
Same spot on the calendar as one 365 days ago, or some multiple thereof? Zzzzzzzzzz

You're fighting upstream against the way our brains are wired on all three levels: human, monkey, and lizard.

And the fact is, at all three levels of my brain, every day is 9/11.
Yesterday was.
Tomorrow will be.
Today is just a happy conjunction of reality and the construct of the Gregorian calendar.
Nothing more nor less.

Because the murdering, semi-literate goat-humpers who perpetrated the act we remember are still out there.
We (you, me, Western civilization, etc.) haven't delivered to them the Third Punic War level of recompense they richly deserve, because reasons. Mostly bullshit ones, at that.

It's too much.
Hey, fuckwit, they wiped out international air travel for months, vaporized billions in the economy of every nation in the world, including the ones least able to absorb that, not just ours in the U.S., engendering a decade-plus series of wars and thousands to tens of thousands of casualties, that really hasn't stopped since they started circa the 7th Century, and won't until we end the problem, by ending the problem children.
Sorry if that unvarnished reality spoils your breakfast, but shit happens.

It's mean.
Really, dipshit? Meaner than destroying the lives of thousands of strangers in the service of your child-molesting leader, and his fanatical devotion to an imaginary death-cult deity?
Meaner than setting buildings on fire, and subjecting thousands of strangers to slow torture by fire, smoke, and worst of all, the time to contemplate the full hopelessness of their situation, such that they'd rather, in hundreds of cases, try flying from the 80th floor of a skyscraper rather than burn to death, or wait to be crushed under hundreds of tons of smoking rubble, screaming all the way to the impact at the bottom?
Okay, you win. I hereby concede that justice demands that every fanatical follower of theirs, including their bomb-toting children, should only be lit on fire, and kicked out of an aircraft at altitude, to scream in unspeakable agony the entire way until impact. Call it Hammurabi 2.0.
Happy now?

That's not who we are.
You got a mouse in your pocket, soy-boi?
Who we are is a disgrace. Who we should be, are the guys who nuked Mecca and Medina, same day, then slaughtered everything left after that, in a feat worthy of Genghis Khan, and then introduced endangered species to graze there in perpetuity, so as to have enough lions and crocodiles handy to feed any stragglers to for the next few centuries.

They aren't all like the terrorists.
Really? That's why the "moderates" cheer and hand out candy when the "fanatics" kill your fellow citizens? How many times will you have to be jihaded by "moderates" who experience Sudden Jihadi Syndrome™, in San Bernardino, or Ft. Hood, or Tennessee, or a hundred other places, before the penny finally drops for you?
By their own doctrine, they're either fanatics, or apostates.
Moderate is a western invention, like unicorns and the Easter Bunny.
You could look it up.

Have a nice big steaming hot cup of Reality, Snowflake:
 

Fanatical Muslims give the other 1% a bad name.

When we should have been whole-heartedly focused on depriving their civil rights, with high explosives, until there wasn't even a single breeding pair left in captivity, we instead had undisguised opportunists waiting to violate our civil rights, submitting us to indignities and violations that would have made Heinrich Himmler and his acolytes salivate, if not progress to actually lewdly abusing themselves in public. Groping my underpants and forcing me to walk shoeless to board a plane hasn't stopped a single terrorist incident ever, nor ever will.
Meanwhile, the recidivism rate for those granted a new .223 caliber third eye in their foreheads is still running at a flawless perfect 0%, every single time it's tried. Suck on that mathematical reality, and get back to me.

We have the spectacle of entire nations self-destructing under the onslaught of "refugees", suspiciously all military-aged males, minus women and children, streaming from every not-at-war Turd World Shitholia and Trashcanistan, raping entire populations in plain sight, for decades, with the full approval of the authorities, and pillaging the cultural heritage of the entire civilized world. And Stockholm Syndrome times Battered Wives' Syndrome is alive and well; but not just in Stockholm, but in Berlinistan, Londonistan, Paristan, Romistan, Rotherham, Chemnitz, and every other future no-go zone in the caliphate that's spreading like cancer from Spitzbergen to Sicily.
To Syracuse.
To San Diego.
Let me know when realization dawns for you.

Charles Martel, Ferdinand of Spain, Vlad The Hero, and the entire interred Knights of Malta are twirling in their graves so hard it should be gyroscopically spinning the planet out of solar orbit.

And we elected an illegal alien jihadist here, who spent most of a decade denying the obvious truth before everyone's lying eyes: we know who the problem is, we know where the problem is, we have the means to solve it, but none dare speak that, or they'll be fact-shamed for their truthiness, and banished from the public square.

When Ann Coulter nailed it on 9/12 or so, the shrieks hit pitches that were heard by dogs in space.

"We should invade their countries, kill their leaders and convert them to Christianity."

I'm far less missionary-minded: I'd settle for 2 out of 3, and add "kill them all, burn their homes, slaughter their livestock, salt their fields, and throw the corpses in their wells, after we crap in them." If they have spiritual aspirations, that's just fine. And the sooner we arrange that meeting for them with God to be face-to-face, the better for all concerned.

But I'm sentimental like that.

Remember 9/11??
You must be joking.

The half-assed, half-witted, half-stepping pseudo-response to 9/11 has ensured that every day is 9/11.

Ask a thousand English girls enslaved for sex in their own country, and passed around like so much white meat. For a decade, while Britistani officialdom watched.
(Dear British pussies: you should be hunting down like Adolph Eichmann, and beheading, on YouTube and LiveLeak, with dull rusty saws, every public official who did that, and putting their freshly-severed heads on London Bridge, but you're all women now, the best part of your DNA ran down the legs of French ladies of your grandfathers' era in the countryside outside Verdun, and you deserve the butt-raping you'll be getting in your own towns until you fix that. If ever. If you're too squeamish, maybe you can hire it out to the Gurkhas, but it still needs getting done. Sorry about the shoe fitting and all.)
Ask numbers beyond account stabbed, shot, or run over in France.
Ask the women of Germany and Sweden and Norway, gang-raped in 100% of cases by the very same swarthy "Asian" hordes of rapefugees they foolishly welcomed into their homelands.

So far, outside of a few divisions of veterans of places like Samar, Mogadishu, Fallujah, Anbar province and the like, and a handful of Americans armed with rolled up newspapers and butter knives on a flight over Shanksville PA until it ended as a smoking hole in the ground, we haven't done nearly enough, and until we do, we're going to keep remembering, and re-living, the unspeakable agony of that day, until either there's no one left who cares, given that they're all bowing five times a day facing Mecca; or until there's no one left to do it to humanity again, ever, for all time.

When someone tells you they're coming for you, take them at their word.
If it's going to come down to that, it's always better to be the one twisting the bayonet, rather than the one impaled on the end.

Sooner or later, you're going to figure that out.
Hopefully, the light will dawn while you still have the means to make a choice in the matter.

Mo doesn't like Western civilization? Wants to bring about global sharia?
I'm your Huckleberry.
I'll see your jihad, and raise you the Last Crusade. I'm all in, in fact.
So quit dicking around, and flop that last card.

"Let's roll."

Time To Cut Dick's Off

h/t Silicon Graybeard

Springfield Armory press release:

"GENESEO, IL, (05/03/18) – Springfield Armory is severing ties with Dick’s Sporting Goods and its subsidiary, Field & Stream, in response to their hiring a group for anti-Second Amendment lobbying.

This latest action follows Dick’s Sporting Goods’ decision to remove and destroy all modern sporting rifles (MSR) from their inventory. In addition, they have denied Second Amendment rights to Americans under the age of 21. We at Springfield Armory believe that all law abiding American citizens of adult age are guaranteed this sacred right under our Constitution.

It is clear where Dick’s Sporting Goods and its subsidiary, Field & Stream, stand on the Second Amendment, and we want to be clear about our message in response. Their position runs counter to what we stand for as a company. At Springfield Armory, we believe in the right and principles fought for and secured by American patriots and our founding forefathers, without question. We will not accept Dick’s Sporting Goods’ continued attempts to deny Second Amendment freedoms to our fellow Americans."

SA has this right, just as Ronnie Barrett was right to refuse to sell or repair his Barrett rifles for state agencies here when Califrutopia banned them for private citizens.

As SiG asks in his post:

"How about it, gentlemen?  Glock, Ruger, Remington, Sig Sauer, Savage, Smith&Wesson, Taurus, and any of the multitude, I'm lookin' at you!"

I second that response. WTF, gun companies?
Stop being cucked by the biggest Dick's in the sporting goods world.
There are other stores to service and patronize instead.

Dicks doesn't want to sell some guns? Fine.
Refuse to sell them any.
Refuse to service any they ship you for warranty repair.
Refuse to accept any they try to return for credit.
Cut off any wholesalers who ship your products to them.
Boycotts work both ways.

If a bunch of Dick's want to be gunless, it's time to make gun sales Dickless.
Then they can compete with the tofu-slurping Birkenstock merchant sporting goods stores for best selection of camping cappucino makers and faggy sandals.

But have some balls, and cut off Dick's.
NSSF threw them out on their asses, and it's time for every other member company to cut them off from any more product, of any kind.

Start hammering the phones and e-mail addresses of those gun companies.
Then ammo makers.
Then accessory sellers.

Me?
After a few sharp query letter, I'm shopping for a Springfield GI-stock 1911 this week.
I'm suddenly in the market.
And for bonus points, it shoves a finger in the eye of anti-gunners in their home state of Ill-Annoy, like f'rinstance Hizzoner, Prince of Gangbangerland, Deadfish Emmanuel in Chicongo.

Cut off Dick's, piss off malignant Libtards, support a solid company with its head on straight and its crap in one bag, and get a solid product to boot.

That right there is a Grand Slam of Freedom.
Bonus offer: The first ammo company to follow suit with Springfield Armory's new policy, I'm buying a full case of their .45ACP.

And for the record, if stickers start showing up at the nearest Dick's, and on inspection tags inside their garment's pockets, and windshield fliers on the cars in their parking lots, day after day and week after week, saying "Dick's hates freedom", it wasn't me, I don't know anything about it, and you can't prove a damned thing.

Because it's on the Internet.
Anybody could have done it.
QED

Dick's doesn't like the Second Amendment?
The First is gonna piss 'em off even more.
Bet on that.

That's not gunfire. It's the sound of Freedom, baby!