Border Boob Bait For The Bubbas

While I shared a tiny ember of initial optimism, it quickly became apparent there was nothing serious happening.

Because:

1) It's Abbott. For most TX residents, that was enough to know already.

2) The immediate nearly universal support of The Brotherhood Of RINO Governors, which amounted to nothing more than hearty approval for Abbott Doing More Nothing, while looking like it was Something. That's a political consultant's wet dream, especially in a presidential election year.

When Abbott issues "Shoot On Sight" orders for illegal crossers, starts rounding up illegals in his own state, and incarcerates any federal interlopers for any interference with either policy, give a holler.

Until then, it's nothing but the product from the south end of a north-bound steer, and useful only as rose fertilizer.

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Perhaps, while she was up, Nikki Haley could also have our Social Security numbers tattooed on our inner arms - more free government! - to prove we'd been verified by Uncle's gentle minions, so the TSA could scan us on the way up the gangplank and into the boxcars too?

Unable, as she is, to lay her finger on the precise section of the US Constitution that would permit the full weight of the federal government to perpetrate such a monstrous rectal intrusion upon everyone who logs onto the internet, Haley ought to be be punched in the mouth by every bystander she meets until the day she recants this totalitarian horseshit, in tears. Ideally, after losing a few teeth. Even if that day only comes long after this election season ends.

Silence Dogood, Mark Twain, and Dr. Seuss all called in response to Haley's pining for more intrusive government. Separately and collectively, they said, in so many words,

"Eat a huge bag of dicks, you Nazi cunt."

A message with which we concur most heartily.

As an aside, WTF gives with South Commielina? First you fuckers inflict Lindsay Grahamnesty on America, and now it's this goose-stepping whore from hell? What The Actual Fuck? And the balls on some people to whinge about Califrutopia's retarded offerings after this?!? STFU until you have something better to offer than Nikki Hitler, She-Wolf Of The SS.

The GOP still doesn't want Trump? THIS is why you get Trump. Who never, BTW, sicced the FBI on me to run down my name and address.

The Secret Service is going to have to start escorting Haley to and from buildings with a shield wall of 5' slabs of AR500, just to get through the primaries until this twat is voted down. It's a huge pity that all the beatings she's going to get are only going to be electoral. This is one wannabe-gauleiter who desperately needs an appointment with 3' of pipe across the chops.

I do not envy the hurdles her protective detail will have to face in looking after such a gross waste of skin and oxygen. Sadder still that the boos and catcalls after she burped this crap out haven't forced her to immediately withdraw from further campaigning, and seek political asylum back in India, where she belongs. She could take Ramalamadingdong with her, and save another trip.

Totalitarian Two Step: A One And A Two...

Floridians can keep this worthless motherfucker.
The nation will miss him like a dose of clap.
I'd piss on him if he was on fire, but only if I got to first 
light him on fire. Contact the blog if such can be arranged.

 

From an essay on American Thinker today:

"They lied to FISA courts for surveillance warrants, gaslit the media and American people, and are rewarded with book deals, university faculty appointments, television commentary gigs, none receiving even a slap on the wrist. They all conspired to rig or overturn an election with no special counsels and no indictments. Such propaganda and elimination of political opposition fits the definition of totalitarianism.

...

Where is the GOP on this? Is there any GOP outrage or pushback? So much for checks and balances and co-equal branches of government. Where are the GOP primary candidates on this outrage that awaits them should they ever make it to the White House, and unlike the Bushes, actually push back against the deep state?"

RTWT.

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Two Questions

 

I haven't had much to say hereabouts the last few days, because everything is basically SSDD, so other than comments at several other hangouts, nothing much that hasn't already been said is percolating.

But it seems to me that what folks ought to be pondering about now, are the answers to two related questions:

1) If the 2022 elections follow the same pattern that 2020 did, and you watch it stolen in broad daylight right before your eyes, and the other side gaslights you into thinking you should ignore your lying eyes. AGAIN; 

OR

2) If there's a Red Tsunami, but when the dust settles, and the media pants-wetting is over, nothing changes, because the Stupid Party is unalterably spring-loaded to feckless and studied incompetence, like always, rather than cutting out the civilizational rot with machetes, and burning it all with a flamethrower,

WHAT ARE YOU PREPARED TO DO?

Asking for 300M friends.

I don't need to know your answer to those questions.

But you sure as hell do.

Really?!? STILL??

If the shoe fits...

Mike has some thoughts about the state of things at Cold Fury today. RTWT

My thoughts on that? Jesus H. Christ.

I have some vague recollection of watching the Establishment and their Enemedia minions brazenly and openly steal, outright, an entire presidential election (and then two senatorial elections, to tip that balance as well), with everyone watching, in ways so obvious as to be notable to Stevie Wonder from geosynchronous orbit in space.

Maybe only *I* saw that. Maybe it was all just a dream.

And then I see Mr. Fraudulent, Emperor Gropey Dopey the Ist, Anointed Leader Of The Serial Fuckup that is become this nation, and former republic, now only one of the banana variety, and I realize it isn't just me, and it wasn't a dream.

So having people, anyone, even those firmly on our side, calling for "MOAR ELECTIONS! VOTE HARDERER!!" is like watching a Spelling Bee at the Special Olympics, with the soundtrack provided by Retarded Kids' Nails On A Chalkboard.

WHAT THE BLISTERING HELL IS IT GOING TO TAKE BEFORE PEOPLE UNFUCK THEMSELVES, SMELL THE COFFEE, AND WAKE THE FUCK UP?!?!?

Asking for 100,000,000 friends and neighbors.

Your country has been stolen from you, FFS. A sternly-worded letter to the editor and chanting "We Shall Overcome" is going to work for you now about as well as it would have in Moscow in 1935.

We're past voting at them, harder. Looooooooooooooong past. Ten months of astonishment, and seven-plus months of the most concentrated series of deliberate own-goal shitshows ever seen in the history of this nation, by a guy who not only couldn't get elected to the White House once in his entire career - including 2020! - but can't hit the toilet instead of his Depends most days, if he even remembers to put on the latter. Alzheimer's does that to you.

We tried the bloodless ballot-box revolution, so beloved of this nation the entirety of the time we were an actual constitutional republic. Now, however, we are manifestly neither of those things.

The other side decided the time had come, finally, to preclude that option. You think they're going to give you a second chance on that, EVER?

The Other Side made the choice to end honest elections. On their heads be the consequences. Or hopefully, around their necks. And once a nation crosses that Rubicon, there is no other way out of what follows.

The only way this nightmare ends, EVER, is with rivers of blood, and mountains of skulls.

Ours. Or Theirs.

I vote for Theirs. I'm sentimental like that.

And the sooner the chattering Punditry gets off the tracks, and gets on board that train, the sooner the train can start building a good head of steam to get to that station.

Conversely, the longer they stand there on the tracks, gawping and dumbfounded, because Things Aren't Working Like They Always Did, the more likely the train goes the other way, and unloads at the sign that says Arbeit Macht Frei.

Dealer's choice, Blabbermouths.

Stop whistling past the konzentrationslager.

Pull your thumbs out of your pieholes*, and start loading magazines. Or start loading boxcars.

There is no Third Option here. 

Put up, or shut up.

First one to "Harumph!" is on Their side. No Do-Overs. Stop Commie-splaining, and man up.

*(Regular readers of this blog can imagine for themselves which orifice I was more inclined to supply there.)

Iranian Nuclear Proliferation Talks: Open For Business

How it should be handled:

Oh, wait, I forgot; it's Gropey Dopey handling things. Hang on a second:

Standard terms, of course.

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