Oh, Those Funny Dutchmen And Their Contests...

h/t WRSA

From Over At SiG's Place...



It's easy to underestimate your opponent. But when a comedian/puppeteer has a better grasp on their fundamental nature than the entire DHS and Intelligence apparatus, you're paying the wrong people.

SiG, i.e. Silicon Graybeard, as he frequently does, had a post over at his place a couple/few days back that proved rather curiosity-inducing. Subsequently, CA over at WRSA linked to it as well. And I already did my work on it, and it's Saturday, so dammit, I'm getting my own (albeit piggy-backed) post out of it.

Fahad Hussain, the Danforth killer’s brother, has a long criminal history involving both drugs and guns. By court order, he lived with his family friend Maisum Ansari, his bail surety.

Fahad and Ansari had 42 kilograms of Carfentanil and 33 guns in the basement of Ansari’s home. Thirty of those guns were a single model of Glock pistol, still in their boxes.

[SiG:]That second paragraph pegs my "that's weird" scale.  I have no problem with someone having 33 guns, but thirty identical, New In Box, Glocks?  Starting a store or equipping a task force so everyone has the same hardware?  Still, despite the screams from Toronto's mayor, guns don't commit crimes, and except for (assuming Canada's laws resemble ours) the part about Hussain probably being prohibited from being around those guns, it's just an oddity.  The real eye-popper, though, was 42 kilograms of Carfentanil.  That's an insane amount.  How insane is it?

A dose of just 20 micro-grams, smaller than a poppy seed, is fatal to humans. With 1 billion micro-grams per kilogram (yes, Billion) it translates into 50 million fatal doses per kilogram.

Police seized 42 kilograms of Carfentanil, or 2.1 BILLION fatal doses, from the basement of Ansari’s home, the same home Fahad Hussain was removed from when he overdosed on a combination of cocaine, heroin and an unnamed substance.

What drug dealer can sell 2.1 billion doses of any drug, let alone one as lethal as Carfentanil?

 

RTWT.

My take:
42 kilos is still far too small to distribute in a commercial water system with any hope of success. Noting how many LDs it represents is like saying I could kill all of Canada with one shell of VX.
And equally meaningless, functionally.

Well, yes, I could, if I could get them all to lick it for me off popsicle sticks, in a conga line. Via any practical delivery system, not so much.

The reality is that 42 keys is the sort of thing you want to put in some handy spot in an air circulation system, like the A/C at the Mall of America, or any pro basketball arena during a game.

That would get you some serious casualties in a do-able manner.

All that leaves is figuring out how Mo and Achmed plan on getting to the roof of the WhatsisDome, putting it into the right spot(s), and then getting down again before all hell breaks loose. During the game. With everyone around outside watching it happen.

They might as well just rent or steal a cropduster and plan to fly a load over Main Street at Disneyworld at noon on a Saturday, or just use a backpack leafblower to dust down the sidewalks of NYFC from a moving vehicle at that point.

It also is a de facto WMD attack, we have a written national policy for that, and the current president, no longer a Muslim illegal alien, is quite likely to elect to pave Mecca in glass with a 2MT yield centered right over the Kaaba at noontime prayers, by way of explaining just exactly how out-of-bounds that sort of thing would be regarded.



Rock the Kaaba.
Smile for picture, wait for flash.

With the express understanding that Medina was now in the on-deck circle, and that after that, we'd be returning control of the Dome of the Rock to Israel (in powder form) by fuel air explosive in the unlikely case it took three times to drive the point well home.

After that it would be Carthage circa last five minutes of the Third Punic War, with the part of the Carthaginians being played by Team Mo.
We'd be talking human extinction event, and Islam would become about as popular as deodorant in France, and spoken aloud about as frequently as Esperanto.

This bunch of barely-literate f**ktards is, collectively, going to keep monkeying with the IED in the road until it does to their worldwide entire tribe of inbred goathumpers what it did to the five dumb@$$#$ on everyone's favorite Iraqi comedy video collection.



I just double-checked my metric math. (Someone should triple-check me.)
42 Keys is 2.1B (as in Billion) LD50 doses. Which sounds scary. Putting it in water?
Okay. To get a concentration of .02mg in an 8-oz serving (1 cup), you'd dilute it into 131M gallons of water, give or take.
Oh, and stir well.
That's 402 acre/feet.
That's 20 acres, twenty feet deep.
Drop it into 25 acres, or twenty acres 25 feet deep, or fail to distribute it absolutely evenly, and nothing happens. Or near enough to nothing as to make no difference.

And that's before we even get into inactivation by UV, filtration, and chemical treatment.

Let's say they cut to the chase, and pumped it into city water flow. Residential flow through a 1" service line at 50 psi is 47gpm. Back-pumping a slurry in to the system would take 5.8 years.
I can't swear the Mounties are that good, but I'm betting with a 5 year shot at catching you, they'd track down your operation long before you'd even made a few households dead, or even sick.

Sure, you could force more in faster, but you're back to titrating the dose enough to get the job done, so you'd probably kill a few people nearby, but downstream and an hour later, it'd wouldn't even be giving people a buzz, unless they were really old, or really young, or infirm.

It would be easier to use it to kill people with it if you froze it into ice blocks 2" around and six inches long, put them in a sock, and clubbed them over the head.
At which point, the carfentanil itself is completely superfluous.

So yeah, I'm going with air dispersion.
And at that, they'd probably kill twenty people, and get a lot more sick/buzzed, and then the panic evacuation would start before you'd distributed more than 10-20% of the load. Netting you zero subsequent effects.

If this stuff was any good at killing people except by accidental/incidental exposure, or salting heroin doses, we'd have been putting it into shells and bombs 60 years ago.

Just for more Fun With Math, the equivalent number of LD50 dozes of liquid Sarin or VX would fill nearly 5 C-5 Galaxy cargo aircraft.



The big one...in the back...with the nose flipped up? THAT's a C-5.

(Whether they could heft it aloft once filled I couldn't say, but that's how many cubic feet you'd need to tote the 1.1M gallons of nerve agent, or about 1/100th the amount of fluid to make Liquid Carfentanil Death. This is why the nerve agents were everyone's friend when it came time to pack nasty things into artillery shells long about 1917.)

The difference being, if you had even one gallon of Sarin, and no C-5 Galaxies handy, you could just put it in a standard O2 cylinder under normal operating pressure, rig an aerosol spray dispersion head to it, crack it open on the mezzanine at a convenient sports event right after the national anthem, let alone stuff it into the air handling system, and be assured of generating televised worldwide panic, and probably improving on the tally of all of 9/11 by a hefty margin, in about 20 minutes.

That's the difference between incidental exposure, and an actual weapon.

But, once again, you'd have to be brighter than the room-temp IQ of the average Team Mo member to get to that point.

And that they haven't done something like that suggests something even that simple is beyond their capabilities, because if they had the means, let alone the mental ability surpassing the brighter chimp species to manage that, they'd have been doing it for twenty years, at this point.

And of course, you'd also have to willing to take the resultant megatonage of hate sent back at you in about an hour after the deed, as previously noted.

So perhaps being as stupid, inept, and feeble as they are is a cruel trick of Darwinian survival instincts.

French Quandary: How Do They Retreat From France?

Can't help it; it's just what we do!

As Sultan Knish points out, France is in the midst of a hot civil war:

(PARISTAN) It’s not just rhetoric. Bombs turn up in a posh Parisian suburb. Two young women are butchered at a train station. And it’s just another week of an Islamic World War III being fought in France.

From the November attacks in 2015 that killed 130 people and wounded another 400+, to the Bastille Day truck ramming attack last year that killed 86 and wounded 458, the war is real.

French casualties in France are worse than in Afghanistan. The French lost 70 people to Islamic terrorist attacks in Afghanistan. And 239 to Islamic terrorist attacks in France.

The French losses in Afghanistan were suffered in over a decade of deployment in one of the most dangerous Islamic areas in the world. The French losses in France were suffered in less than two years.

There’s something very wrong when Afghanistan is safer than Paris.

But apparently, nobody in charge can do the math, and figure out that being merkeled by decades of Muslim immigration, now on steroids, got them to where they are now.

Nor to go one step beyond, and simply deport their Third World problems back where they belong, once and for all.

Apparently, that might require French women to start having babies, and French men to actually, y'know, get a job and go to work to support the new mouths to feed.

And the French can't be having any of that noise.

So, they'll continue to set what shreds of civil rights they still barely enjoy on fire, in order to usher in a draconian police state that would have made their 1940 occupiers blush to enact. And there won't be any "resistance" not even a fraction of a percent to give the other 99% collaborators any cover.

They should just cut to the chase, convert now, and put a muzzein atop the Eiffel Tower, and get it over with. National identity means nothing when faced with the prospect of actually defending it, yet another thing any of which the French can't be having.

Liberty! Equality! Stupidity!

Onward into slavery, froggies. No one's coming to save you from yourselves. It's 1789 all over again, and Robbespierre's new name is Mohamed.

Best of luck with that plan.

Bonus: Britistan, having watched its merchant fleet rust away, is now primarily dependent on truck and train traffic through the Chunnel for the imports that keep it, and its own burgeoning hordes of jihadi immigrants alive, healthy, and able to rape little girls and boys with impunity.

So you've already got a two-fer, and a bonus with Germany run by a mad cow, insanely cheering on the burning of all of Europe.

Scandinavia watches itself be consumed like a man being swallowed alive by a python, and does little, if anything, short of manifesting Stockholm Syndrome on a national scale.

Only the resurgent Catholic and Orthodox Eastern Europe, refined in the fires of forty years of communism's cold grasp, has decided to tell Islam to go to hell, and shut their gates firmly in its face.

Best wishes, Eurotards. You set your own house afire, and you can figure out how best to put it out. We'll be sitting this one out, while we strive to thwart things here, only two steps earlier in the process than you're at now.

Not nearly so funny after the first few hundred bodies pile up...

Western Civilization: it was fun while it lasted.
But if it ever manages to bestir itself, the lesson is liable to resemble something best left undisturbed since the last time militant religious fanaticism well and truly pissed us off.

"I'll see your World Trade Center, and raise you one Kaaba. Call..."

I'm Shocked! Shocked, I Say, To Find Out...

The second arrest in UK tube firebombing was another 21-year old peaceful moderate non-violent adherent of the Religion of Peace. Yoyo Imawannajihad (I think I got that right) was a 21 y.o. Syrian rapefugee.

"Can you tell me please, vere are de nuclear wessels?"

The other arrestee, a Syrian 18 y.o, was welcomed into Britistan after his foster parents were lied to, and told he was a teenager of  only 15 years, by Some Bogus Rapefugee Agency.

The unsuspecting family sheltering him had hosted and fostered some hundreds of previous troubled children in their lifetimes, being awarded the MBE by the Queen herself

for their lifetime's deeds in that respect.

Frog, meet scorpion.

Now they're away, while Scotland Yard and MI-5 take their house and attic apart bit by bit for evidentiary clues. 
Link: Mirror UK

Other neighbours told how terror police recovered explosives from the Jones’ house. A mum – who identified herself as Carrie and lives on the evacuated road – said police told her they had found 15 firearms at the house and a bomb in the garden.

Which is of course, unpossible, since Britistan banned illegal firearms. So that must be a typo in the reporting, right?

 

Well played, jihadi invaders.

 

Either Britistan rounds them all up and ships them out, en masse, or they get to replay the Crusades on their home turf, with both hands tied behind their backs.

 

Which they choose is merely an excuse for more pretzels and popcorn over here.

Religion Of Peace, Example #10,000,027

(Formerly Great) Britain transmogrifies into Britistan more and more every day. 
Link

Labour MP and key Corbyn ally shares Twitter message telling Rotherham sex abuse victims to ‘shut their mouths for the good of diversity’

Yes, she really said that. Exactly that.

Time was, the authorities would have hauled her in as an accessory after the fact for that. If they could find any of her identifiable body parts the next day to haul in.
But that was back when men in the UK had spines and balls. Decades and decades ago.

Labour Party leftard? Check.
Diversity bean? Check.
Last name Shah? Check.
Apologist for child abuse and pedophilia? Check.

50/50 she's the Labour PM someday.

I was going to title this post "This Is Eurostan - Every Day, Forever."
And it will be, in short order, unless someone finds the inner motivation to assemble this bint to a light pole by the neck with a handy length of rope. And then tug hard on her legs.

If some victim's mom from Rotherham shanks her in the powder room instead, so much the better.

WWII in Europe is about an inch away from being an entirely wasted effort.
We ought to dig up every American serviceman's remains there, repatriate them, and tell Eurostan that from here on out, they're utterly on their own.

London Calling

 

So, hey,...how's that torrential unbridled unvetted immigration workin' out for ya, Limeys dhimmis?

Uh huh, thought so.

Nigel Farage for PM. While you still have a chance.

I'm Sure There's Nothing To Worry About...

Item One:
In Britain, they have the Official Secrets Act, which means anyone telling tales that affect national security in any way can get racked for it. Here in the U.S., we have fairly wide-ranging freedom of speech and press, so as long as you aren't handing over actual classified data to foreign powers while charged with custody of same, you're a lot freer to pass things along and around.

Item Two:
For reference, the classic signs and symptoms of organo-phosphate poisoning (i.e. exposure to nerve agent, including Sarin, VX, and the rest of the families of post-WWI and subsequent witch's brew of poison gas derivatives brought to the world by the work of I.G. Farben, and subsequently improved on in Britain, the U.S., and Russia.) are:

Runny nose and eyes.

Small pupils or blurry vision.

Coughing, chest tightness, wheezing, or shortness of breath.

Nausea and vomiting.

Abdominal pain or diarrhea.

Fatigue, headache, or sweating.

Muscle twitching or a seizure.

Or, in more technical terms,
lacrimation (tearing of the eyes)
rhinorhea (runny nose)
diaphoresis (sweating)
bronchorrhea (excessive lung secretions)
emesis (vomiting)
urination (peeing yourself)
defecation ($#!^^ing yourself)
Along with headache, fatigue, dyspnea, constricted pupils, abdominal pain and cramps, muscles cramps, twitching, seizure, coma, and death.
In short, if you have a pore or orifice, it begins running like a river, and then you die, as every muscle is short-circuited by the chain reaction of the nerve agent molecules through your nervous system, making everything trigger and keep triggering, affecting you at the nervous, glandular, and organ level. Dosage and route of exposure makes all of this happen in between two and fifteen minutes.

Item Three:
Dateline: Los Angeles, July 2016
Southern California EMS response brought three college-/military-age (20s-30s) males of undisclosed Middle Eastern extraction to two Los Angeles-area emergency rooms, all from one apartment.
Two of them were found in the bathroom(s) on the premises.
All were brought in suffering acute respiratory distress, seizures, and coma, after having been found, in one case, vomiting and crapping themselves on the thinking throne when they seized up.
All were notably tearing, snotting, drooling, sweating, short of breath, and incontinent of urine and feces prior to arrival at two area emergency departments.
All three subsequently suffered complete cardio-respiratory arrest, and despite the best efforts of medical staff there, expired.

In short order, a swarm of black SUVs arrived tagged with government plates, and a number of MIB (Men In Black) wearing earpieces arrived at both EDs, and being from The Government and Here To Help Us, subsequently informed the doctors at one of the EDs that the two victims had died from meningitis. The third victim, expiring similarly at another ED, and having neither external wounds nor bleeding, was explained as having died of a gunshot wound. This despite presenting no such signs, symptoms, nor any other supporting clinical manifestations of such cause(s) of death.

Presumably after further activities, the local fire, police, and coroner's authorities were similarly briefed, the site was investigated and cleaned, and no mention was made of this to any media organizations whatsoever.

But some of us have friends and acquaintances in all sorts of places, the Internet is a thing, and ultimately, secrets get out. (And I knew about this in real time in July, but it took a while to get independent confirmations before I was willing to pass it along.)

But sleep tight, folks, officially, none of this ever happened, it was all in your imagination, and everything's just fine and dandy.

And I'm sure everyone has a military-grade field protective mask, chemical protective suit, boots, gloves, and hood, and atropine and Pralidoxime auto-injectors on them at all times, right? Sh'yeah, right.

Color Me Shocked

Incredibly, not so much as a peep out of The Usual Suspects suggesting bans on either delivery trucks, nor muslims, after yesterday's incident of workplace rage by a blonde Swedish Lutheran nun in France.

And for the record, Nice was "merkeled"* yesterday.
Vidkun Quisling shouldn't be the only Youre-A-Peon toady bastard to have his own honorary word.

*(For any lexicographers in the audience, the synonym of merkeled involves the fate of any small boys left at either Michael Jackson's Neverland Ranch at any point while the singer was alive, or any small boy left in the company of adherents of the Religion Of Pieces{tm} anytime since about 622 A.D. Dulce et decorum est.)

Nice

As word of the horrific tally of carnage comes in from the south of France, reaction in Washington D.C. has been forthcoming and clear.

Emperor For Life HopeyDopey I, hisownself, started out by decrying the tragedy of what he described as a clear case of road rage: "If only the French weren't killing the planet with carbon-belching global warming, that poor lost driver never would have accidentally blundered into those thoughtless pedestrians. It's long past time for the people of France to realize that if they don't like the way their Muslim citizens drive, they should stay the hell off of the sidewalks."

FBI Diretor Comey piled on, decrying the extreme carelessness of the driver in question.
Attorney General Lotretta Lynch, when asked about the incident, stated that a single driver running over and then gunning down 80 or more Frenchmen was puzzling, but that without the full specifics and a careful study of the relevant French laws, she couldn't say for certain whether anything actually illegal had occurred. Both offered the French any help they need in exonerating the poor innocent Muslim cruelly gunned down on the way to his daily prayers by racist and wicked French police, because black-robed-and-hooded lives matter.

Her ladyship and Duchess heir apparent Shrillary Peron Macbeth, returning from a campaign fundraising trip to the Five Families, when quizzed, was certain she had sent numerous memos regarding the dangerous situation in Nice to the French security services, at some point, but said that her staff had experienced some difficulty locating the e-mails in question. She was also pretty sure that she had landed in Nice (under enemy fire the entire time) at some point while serving as Secretary of State. "But what difference, at this point, does it make?" She pledged to have the usual video producers rounded up if elected Queen of Hearts.

White House Head Press Spokeshole Ernest Reifenstahl stated categorically that "the tragic events in France earlier today make keeping assault weapons out of the hands of law abiding Americans here that much more of an urgent priority, for the children."

Even overseas, condemnation of the events has been swift as well. Reichsfuhrer Merkel, when asked what she thought about the gory deaths of over 80 Frenchmen during a celebration commemorating opening doors and letting Algerians and other oppressed post-colonial refugees settle in Europe, replied "Today's incident was a good start. I wasn't able to attend the event in person, but I'll definitely send along a note saying I approve of it heartily."

The only response garnered thus far from French officials themselves was indecipherable. Marine Le Pen stated through a spokesperson that "John has a long moustache. Frexit in 3,2,1..."

Listening to the responses from American leaders to the incident, the editorial staff of The Onion have announced that they'll probably be forced to close their doors for good by the end of 2016. The printed statement from the editorial board stated simply
"We just can't compete with this sort of thing anymore."