Showing posts with label R.I.H.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label R.I.H.. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 31, 2024

A Life In Summary: Jimmy Carter, R.I.H.

 

A couple of folks in back-channel comments wondered if/when I'd offer my thoughts on the too-late departure from Earth of Mr. Peanut. I feel the picture above does better justice to summarize him than could any mere words of mine.

I all likelihood, minus the appliances, it also best represents the only tribute I'll leave on his gravesite, and may find it necessary to make the trip, if only out of heartfelt obligation to two Army officers slain in the Korean DMZ, which sacrifice was later shat upon on his watch.

Hanging members of the American military out as sacrifices is the one perennial constant of the Democrat Party, and its ilk, throughout American history. We can only hope yet another douchebag-in-chief finds it a dry heat.

Friday, April 12, 2024

"Almost"


















And that's all we're going to say about that. 

Friday, September 29, 2023

R.I.H. DiFi


Note to MGM: There's no "w" in bitch.

My epicaricacy at the too-long-delayed demise of this anti-2A bitch knows no bounds. No word on when her broomstick will be exhibited across the state to confirm this joyous news.


The only faint shadow is that Gabbin' Nuisance gets to appoint an interim senator until a special election can be held to fill the balance of her term, but even that sad truth is nowhere near gloomy enough to dampen my elation at news of this most seemly departure.
Dulce et decorum est.

Nonetheless, the world is now DiFi-free, one of the greatest blessings that could befall this state, and the republic. I'm hoping that, before she slipped into a terminal coma, someone whispered in her ear that Judge Benitez overturned the large-capacity magazine ban.





Tuesday, August 30, 2022

R.I.H.: Gorby >spit!<











If you can't figure out why he should R.I.H., you're either too young, too historically ignorant, or both, for further discussion. Being the Diet Coke of Evil is still evil, and being only fractionally less of a despot doesn't equate to being a good guy.

But in his favor, he's now finally become a Good Communist. Good riddance.

Tuesday, June 14, 2022

Pure RUMINT

 h/t NC Renegades











This remains completely unverified, and we have substantial doubts about its accuracy.

But on the chance it's possibly correct, we join those praying for Vlad, and applaud the sentiment.

And if this all pans out and he dies, we'll give thanks that our prayers were answered in the affirmative, and wish him a fond parting benediction as he begins Eternity rotting in Hell.

Monday, October 18, 2021

R.I.H., Serial Killer

 


















This was the global policy genius behind the "you break it, you bought it" idea to intervene in Iraq and Afghanistan, and try to grow democracy by planting a seed, and then yanking on the shoots as soon as they sprouted. Which worked about as well for Middle Eastern democracy as it does if you try it with corn or wheat.

Had he retired after being Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, after Gulf War I, he would have been a respected military hero and genius strategist, for winning a  6-week war capped by a 3-day ground game, and devastating the retro-armed and bloated half-assed army of the biggest pain in the ass in that quadrant of the globe in decades, for the relatively modest cost of less than 300 American dead.

Instead, he fulfilled his Peter Principle destiny, promoted not to a great SecDef, a job at which he would have excelled, but rather to being a mediocre Secretary of State, who helped get us into two more pointless wars, and materially contributing to the total waste of the lives of over 6700 US troops, 8000 private contractors, and the suicides of over 30,000 former US servicemen since the war's end. We won't know the final toll until we find out how many US citizens have been killed since the abrupt abandonment of Afghanistan, and the last OIF/OEF veteran eats his own gun. That's a lot of blood on the hands of just one incompetent affirmative-action hire. I hope he wore bermuda shorts and a t-shirt to the afterlife, because it's likely to be pretty hot were he's gone.

All for a foreign policy strategy for Mesopotamia more appropriate for running a Pottery Barn.

But he got his vaxx, and it availed about as well for him as his foreign policy did for the U.S.

And some people say the universe doesn't have a sense of humor.

But he has served one useful purpose:

If anyone hasn't tripped over the concept that "fully vaccinated" is now a synonym for "marked for death", you haven't been paying close attention.

Wednesday, September 1, 2021

R.I.H.: Red Asner

 Life isn't all doom-and-gloom. Today, some happy news upon which to reflect:









Rather than ruin a perfect obit, we simply reprint the one Angus published this weekend, when we were too busy working to notice:

Ed Asner, a known dancing monkey, has finally died.

Good.

A pity he hadn't died younger, when he was just an actor rather than a socialist piece of shit.

Fuck him.

Truer words were never penned. 

But we must admit we haven't been as unmitigatedly happy about anything Asner has done since we first watched Robert Mitchum crack him in the face crosswise with a Winchester, in the excellent El Dorado.

We hope the late unlamented Mr. Asner enjoys a bottomless draught of Satan's piss, for all eternity.

Thursday, October 17, 2019

The Net IQ of Congress Just Went Up Ten Points















Race-baiting communist, babbling drooler on countless news clips, and poster child for everything wrong with Baltimorons, Rep. Elijah Cummings is dead, unfortunately about 40 years late to do anyone any real good.

This will leave a momentary vacancy on a few House committees, but with the current surplus of lackwits available on the Democrat bench, that won't last long.

We regret we won't be able to attend the funeral, but we're looking forward to sending the happily former congressweasel's office a nice note today, expressing our full approval of the occasion.

R.I.H., race-hustling shitweasel. I feel sorry for your family, mainly for them being related to you.


Monday, October 9, 2017

Fifty Down, And Forever To Go...



Argentine Communist pig Che helped Castro enslave the Cuban people, then decided nothing succeeds like excess, and took the act on the road. Thus it was that 50 years ago today in Bolivia, Che's band of terrorists was ratted out, surrounded, gunned down, and Che was captured, wounded, and begging for his life. After deciding not to give up what was left of his dwindling band of fellow-terrorists, Bolivian authorities ordered he become the Designated Catcher of two bursts of .30 Carbine rounds to the body and throat. Happily, considering all the suffering he visited on the Cuban  people, Che was still flopping around after the first burst, so it took another four rounds to finish him off. Glad to know he went out writhing in agony.

Hasta La Muerte Siempre!

Yay, Bolivian Army! This is how you deal with his type.

Communism killed 200M people and all I got was a chestful of lead!

And all your ignorant millennial nephew got was a t-shirt.

Che (remember, you can't spell "douchebag without Che) has been dead 50 years today, and only has forever left to go writhing in the flames of hell, so if you get the chance today, hoist an appropriate beverage in memory of Bolivian army soldiers who captured him, and to the one-eyed left-handed executioner who sent him to his final reward with all the efficiency one normally associates with South American military sharpshooters.

Personally, I'm hoping he was sloppy on purpose.
A man should enjoy his job.
 

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Castro Dead - Permanent Mardi Gras in Miami until New Years' !!!


Hey, Fidel? On your way down to the Seventh Circle, say "Hi" to your ol' buddy Che, you god damned bastard!

Tom Hayden, Janet Reno, and now the Cuban Mao - all in the same year!

Dammit! I could have won $1000 on the local radio station's Ghoul Pool.

And FTR, there's no way in hell Nostradamus predicted this, and the Cubs winning the Series, and President-elect Trump squashing Shrillary.
No F***ING WAY.

I'm calling Triple Dog Dare Bullsh*t on anyone who claims otherwise.
(Which, IIRC, requires that person to stick the tip of their male appendage to a frozen pole...
I'm not sure what happens after that, but I believe the fire department comes into play somewhere.)

Cuba Libre! in 3, 2,...






Monday, November 7, 2016

The Universe Seeks A Balance





Comes the happy news, on the same day @$$Clown Comey beclowned himself and the entire FBI, in perpetuity, that Satan has called Janet "The Torch" Reno home to himself in the Infernal Regions Beneath. Which rather takes the sting out of the day, to a small degree.

Tom Hayden and Janet Reno, together at last? There has to be a benevolent deity somewhere trying to center the balance beam of creation.

Alas, I won't be able to attend the memorial services for the old arsonist, but I'll be sure and send along my heartiest approval of the proceedings.

In a just world, she would get the same funeral as Bin Laden: dumped at sea out of a helicopter door at night in an unnoted spot. Crabs have to eat too.