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I'm Here.

From Phil, at Busted Knuckles. RTWT.

Truer words were never spoken.

Most of you know what you should be doing.

(I can think of about a hundred things, just off the cuff. Most of which we've covered, long since.)

Best be about it.

Lather, Rinse, Repeat. The *REAL* Groundhog Day.

The economy is booming.*
Unemployment hits record lows.
The stock market hits record highs.
Trump continues to stomp his would-be enemies like turtles at an elephant invasion.
The Democrats make chaos look organized by comparison.
Nancy Pelosi is a senile, bitter old bitch one step from an Alzheimer's home and drooling her oatmeal into her lap until she strokes out.
The communist would-be overlords still want your guns confiscated, and you broke, then imprisoned in a gulag, for your own good, until they starve you to death.
None of the Usual Suspects have been rounded up, let alone strung up.
And the EneMedia at ABCNNBCBS continues to lie about it all, as fewer and fewer even pay them the barest attention.

This is every day, over, and over, and over.
Now I just saved you from watching the news for the next week.

Spend your time doing things more worthwhile.
Like making a comprehensive and thoughtful assessment of your actual local situation.
Like forging local friendships with like-minded, hard-headed folks.
And collecting canned goods. Including the ones that come in OD cans.

Because these are the Good Old Days.










*(Using worthless fiatbux, which works...until it doesn't.)

The Impeachment is Faili...ZOMG! Coronavirus!

h/t Odd Job

Turn everything off, and go enjoy your weekend this week.
(Be revolutionary: skip sportsball too. You won't miss anything, and you're not getting a ring no matter who wins.)
Go be a tourist in your hometown, or get away and visit someplace new.
Tell me how it felt on Monday.

You will miss ABCNNBCBS about as much as you would miss blisters on your private parts.

Or shock the hell out of yourself, and meet with someone local, Local, LOCAL, about how to deal with potentially spicier times coming, anywhere on the spectrum from from losing a job to losing your country. Break some bread with them. Talk a little treason. It's as American as...America.

Dollars to donuts you'll be smarter, happier, better rested, and better adjusted than if you sit staring at a tube.

And everything will still be there when you get back.

Disney-ana

For some goodly amount of years, I've lived a very short trip's distance from the original D-land. Close enough to hear the fireworks nightly, esp. in colder seasons, when they boom and echo quite nicely some miles distant.

Having attended the park regularly since a few years after it opened, once I moved this close to the park, I got an annual passport. I enjoy the park as precisely that, a park: a place to people watch, get a meal, go on a couple of rides or watch the fireworks up close, and then split. An average year would see me there twenty to forty times, briefly, rather than doing the family-typical Annual Bataan Death March visit, and trying to do it all in a day.

Lately, however, the minions of Mauschwitz Corporate HQ have seen fit to make the park experience into one that has reached both peak expense, and maximum guest annoyance, and there seems to be no end in sight to that policy. I've never been to the larger version in Orlando, so I leave it to those east of Big Muddy to speak to that experience. I suspect, like the parks, it's just as bad as it is here, just on a bigger scale.

And as the nominal cherry on the whole poop sandwich, this year they're opening StarWarsLand, AKA "Galaxy's Edge", to help milk the last dollars from pay off the $6B they paid to George Lucas to loot and pillage the franchise lock, stock, and barrel. The movies of late should give you a great idea of how that's gone for long-time Star Wars fans.

But no matter what, some people will always strain out the crap to get to the parts of the whole thing that still appeal to them, and the impending opening of a new land will be no exception.

Having blown their one chance at a proper opening (May the Fourth, obviously; Disney imagineers, you had one job, and a two-year head start to get it right on cue, and you choked massively...) they will be debuting it on May 31st hereabouts, with an August 29th opening for the not-quite-identical version in Orlando at Hollywood Studios.

To (partially) stem the inevitable human avalanche this will create, they figured out a way to piss off just about everyone, by time-limiting the initial opening visits - only if you have a reservation - to four hours through June 23rd. Eventually, they hope things will stabilize, and it will be just another part of the park. Sh'yeah, probably around 2025. Or, you can stay at their hotels, and visit early during special hours (literally, 6AM-9AM, before the park's general public opening) to help assuage the room rates.

At any rate, the experience of late with the main park having gotten beyond annoying as hell (and believe me, I'm understating it), I haven't renewed this year's passport, nor will for another year or two, to give the stupidity attending this opening a good long chance to mellow out.

I should mention that they were originally going to hire cast members to help populate the Cantina Bar, but with the inundation of Orange County with people not from anywhere around here over the last 20 years, just letting the usual local People Of Walmart hereabouts into the park will more than approximate the crowd from Tatooine without any additional assistance from casting.

But if you were wondering what to expect there, in case you ever manage to get inside (or if you're prudently planning to skip the whole thing for some time like I am), I give you a couple of their insider sneak-peaks at what to expect. If they hadn't already soured a lifelong enjoyment of Walt's genius with their shenanigans of late, I might be more enthusiastic. Instead, this vicarious tour is probably all I need to see of it for some months, before I ever experience it in person.

Brassy Fraud: The Hits Just Keep On Coming

h/t Gateway Pundit

Oops.

"Social media was set ablaze Tuesday night after a former long-time boyfriend of Dr. Christine Ford told the Senate Judiciary Committee that he witnessed Dr. Ford coaching a friend named Monica McLean on how to take a polygraph examination.

This is in direct conflict with Christine Ford’s testimony under oath to the US Senate.  

The boyfriend, who still remains anonymous, wrote the Judiciary Committee about the relationship:
– Ford never mentioned sexual assault
– Ford never mentioned Kavanaugh
– Ford not scared of confined spaces
– Ford not scared of flying
– Ford knew how to beat polygraph
– Ford cheated on him/committed fraud"

RTWT. GP is crushing this whole sh*tshow.

The friend she coached on taking the polygraph exam is (or was) an FBI agent. So now we've got documentable perjury on Ford's part, misprision of felony by a federal agent, and a credible witness to impeach Brassy Fraud's prior testimony.
Which not only covers the FBI in even more glory when this explodes in their faces, but her friend stands to do 3 years in the federal pen.

After the fireworks last Thursday, what's the over/under on Sen. Grassley referring Brassy Fraud for federal charges...? Anyone? Bueller? Ferris Beuller...?

Maybe she and her crooked FBI friend can share a cell after her perjury conviction.

DiFi's October Surprise: the gift that keeps on giving.

Who Could Have Predicted This?!?

Batshit crazy hispanic Democrat government union employee kills five with a shotgun.
Betting that the story goes away completely in 3,2,...

18 USC 875c

18 US Code §875(c):

Whoever transmits ...any communication...containing any threat to injure the person of another, shall be fined under this title or imprisoned not more than five years, or both.

We note that US AG Jeffie Sessions is still M.I.A., and have heard of no federal arrest of Communist Bitch Maxine Waters yet, but we do note that even Chuck U. Schumer has scaldingly castigated her remarks.

When the Leftards begin eating each other, this is very near a breaking point, and I don't think November mid-term elections are going to go the way their push-polls are hoping.

Milk That Cow For All the Blood It's Got...

h/t Dianny at Patriot Retort

image © Patriot Retort

I don't have TV. By design, for going on 18+ years. I have a TV, but it's hooked up to BD and DVD players, not broadcast. I've missed commercials and the blathering blowhards like I miss cholla cactus in my underpants. I can catch bits and pieces from YouTube and streaming if I care, but it's a rare year I can find two programs to give enough of a crap about to buy the season next year, on DVD, and eliminate the twenty minutes of ads per hour of broadcast.

But last night was dinner out at the local steakhouse, and with the owner off for the night, the 'tards running the joint had elected to tune to Communist News Network's set-piece flogging of the NRA, live from Florida.

And starring a bunch of kids who, combined, couldn't get to 100 IQ points, and Sen. Marco Screwyoubio, demonstrating Reason Number 307 of Why He's Too Stupid To Ever Be President, and who also couldn't come up with 100 IQ points.

So in that respect, at least, it was a fair fight.

The Genius Of The Night award was some dear little Junior Snowflake, asking Senator WhatthefuckamIdoinghere whether he'd promise to refuse any campaign cash from the NRA.

WTF has managed an A+ rating from the NRA (clearly, they grade on the curve), and wrangled some $3.2M from pro-gun sources.

So, a few points:

1) First off, anyone jackassical enough to show up for an NRA lynching, hosted by CNN, has shit for brains. But we're talking about Marco Screwyoubio, so I repeat myself.

2) The setting, which is pure emotionalism, is intended to put (or rather put up) a bunch of hand-picked water carriers for CNN's anti-gun agenda, in the fluffy bunny suit of recently traumatized teen-agers.
That sort of horseshit's got to go from Minute One.
So the first thing Sen. WTF should have said is
"You all want to act like adults, and be listened to like adults. Fair enough. I'm going to treat you like adults.
So when you say stupid, childish things, I'm calling you out for being stupid and childish.
When you make false statements, I'm going to call you out for your ignorance.
When you repeat them after being corrected, I'm going to call you out for deliberately lying. This is how adults are supposed to be treated, and how they're supposed to conduct themselves in front of other adults.
The first time you start booing that kind of response from me, and behaving like a bunch of baboons with a microphone, I'm calling you on that, too.
The second time, it happens, I'm walking out, and you can sit here and stew for all I care, because you can't control yourselves and act like adults, and I'm not going to be hostage to a pack of baboons playing on pathos and sympathy.
We'll either have a rational discussion, and we'll all behave as grown-ups, or your time out will be the entire rest of my term in the Senate.
Tonight's course will be pass-fail.
Do we have a deal on that?

3) Then, when CNN tried to hand-pick the students, he should have told them
"No, it isn't going to work like that. Every student who has a question to ask is going to get a piece of paper on which they'll print and sign their name to. Every. Last. One.
Then those namess are going to be folded closed and put in a hat, and the student body president - where are you? - is going to pick the folded names out at random, one at a time, and we're going to go on like that until you're done, or we're out of time. And I'll stay here after the cameras are off to answer any other questions that don't make it on air.
That's the deal, CNN, and it's either do this fairly, or I'm done, and you can talk to yourselves all night.

But as noted, Marco wasn't that bright, and so instead we were treated to a hand-picked cadre of dues-paying little knee-jerk progtards, telling whoppers, and getting their spew all over the place like kids with a can of silly string. And Marco tried to basically shuck and jive, mostly failing, but playing an excellent Washington Generals to CNNs Harlem Globetrotters.

When he was asked about shunning NRA funds, he should have answered,
"NRA money comes from NRA members, and they have a right to donate to whomever they support. Ask your teachers if they'll stop giving 95% of their donations from their teachers' unions to my opponents, and see what they tell you.
If they were honest, they'd say the same thing I said: everybody has a right to donate money to candidates they support. We call that free speech and free association. If your teachers are doing any good, you should have heard about it in civics class.
The reason we have it is so that no one, including you, gets to dictate what positions and what candidates anyone else supports. If you can't understand why, you fail at civics understanding, and you'll be failures as Americans.
People just a little older than you have fought and died to keep America free, so that anyone can say anything to anyone about anything. With some tiny exceptions for criminal threats and such, but absolutely including anything political. The Supreme Court declared that even neo-Nazis had the right to march, protest, and have their say, in the town square, and that was forty years ago, when there were a lot of Holocaust survivors alive who still remembered who Nazis were and what they did.
We aren't the country that tells a group 'Shut up, you have no right to be heard, and you can't support such-and-such position.'
But there IS a country that does that.
My parents are from there, and it's right down Florida State Highway 1, and then about 90 miles due south of Key West.

Anyone who wants to live like that should go there.
You don't understand a thing about being an American if you think like that."

And when he was asked about banning AR-15s specifically, or "assault weapons" generally, he should have said
"That's a retarded suggestion.
We tried it for a decade, and it accomplished nothing. NOTHING. It was a complete waste of time. Like all gun control is. The biggest mass murders in this country's history were done with gasoline fires, and a fertilizer and fuel oil bomb. No guns at all. A terrorist in France killed 86 people - four times as many as died at your school last week - and injured nearly 500 other people, by using a truck. Do you want me to ban trucks too? What about the 9/11 hijackers? Should we ban airliners? Britain has banned everything but rocks and pointy sticks already, and their violent crime rate is soaring. Meanwhile, Florida went from no concealed weapons to full CCWs for any qualified adult, and crime here has plummeted.

Except for one place: Gun-free zones, like your school. Over 90% of all mass shootings in this country ever since Joe Biden introduced the Gun Free Schools Act in 1990, before you were born, have been in gun free zones. And mainly schools, from kindergarten to college.

If your football coach had been allowed to have something besides harsh language to defend himself and other students last week, he'd probably still be alive today, so would a lot of your missing classmates, and the guy shooting your school up would be dead, or in the hospital. And the shooting would have been over much quicker, because he, and any other adult here, including your parents, would have the same rights to protect themselves, and their own children, and everybody else's children, that they have as soon as they get a certain distance away from the school grounds.

It's stupid and it's criminal that you kids have been used as guinea pigs in that failed experiment for nearly 30 years, but the one thing I can promise you is that I'm going to do everything I can to end that stupid idea starting first thing tomorrow morning."

When he was asked about raising the age to own rifles, he should have said
"Okay, let's talk about that. Let's say that 18 is too young to own a rifle. I don't agree, but let's look at doing that, because that's what you want.
But you know what kills more of your classmates every year than all the school shootings ever, everywhere, in history?

Alcohol and cars. Especially together.

Alcohol is already illegal for you kids, but you and I know that some of your classmates drink all the time. Some of them drank before they drove here tonight.
So we've been far too lenient on that, too.

So, show of hands, how about we make it an adult felony for a minor to be caught with alcohol?
How about we lock your parents up - just like with guns - if they let you get your hands on alcohol?

And two tons of car is far too dangerous and deadly a weapon to trust anyone with at a young age. So let's raise the driving age to 25. Because that's how old you are when the part of your brain where common sense lives grows in. Don't believe me, ask the auto insurance companies why they drop rates for drivers once they hit that age.

So you can all ride the bus, and not drink, until 25. Who's with me? Anyone?
Beuller? Beuller...? Ferris Beuller...?

And fair is fair, since you can't be trusted to drink or drive, let alone own rifles at that age, despite millions of kids who do both and abuse none of them, we're not going to make you register for Selective Service at 18 any more.

In fact, we're not going to let anyone join the military before 25 from here on out, because they're too immature and irresponsible. We can't be giving 17-18 year-old kids M-16s, and sending them to Iraq and Afghanistan any more then we can let them buy them in Miami, right?

And since you're too immature at 18 to own a rifle or fight in the military, we're not going to give you any college loans until you're old enough to register for Selective Service either.
At 25.

But since we'll get a lot fewer 25- and 26-year-olds to sign up for the military voluntarily than we get 18- and 19-year olds now, we're going to have to bring back the draft.
Probably for every last one of you. So from 25-29, you'll be drafted, inducted into the military branch of your choice, and serve a tour in one of the branches of the armed services.
Every. Last. One. Of. You.
We'll find something for the unfit to do.
And if you're a conscientious objector, that's just fine; you can serve your time as a combat medic with the Army or Marines. Or else do the time in the stockade.
Just like Little League, everybody plays.
Boys and girls. Or rather, men and women, because that's what you'll be then.
Because equality, right?

Of course, that'll suck, because a lot of you will get married and have kids yourselves by then (unless you want to raise the marriage age too?...Anyone?).

But at least after you get out, and you're nearly 30, you can apply for a college loan then.
Since the government backs all college loans, and nobody gets one without us, you're pretty much going to be in limbo for another 7-8 years after high school: no military, no college, no cars, and no alcohol.

Practice saying "Would you like fries with that?" a lot.

And all that time, if someone wants to stick you up, carjack you, break into your home, rob you, rape you, kill you, whatever - you can be happy when you're the victim, because then, every crook will know that at your age, you're a safe unarmed target, but at least no one will be able to buy a rifle legally at 19 and shoot up a school.

So, who wants to go with that view of when you're mature enough to trust with serious things?

All or nothing. Either you're an adult at 18, or you're not.
How about it?
All I can hear is crickets out there.

So, does anyone out there have any suggestions about how to go about fixing this that doesn't involve abrogating the Constitutional rights of millions of law-abiding Americans, including your own families, and putting all of them at greater risk for years, just because one of your former classmates freaked out and shot and killed your fellow students? Because the oath I took was to defend the United States Constitution, even from you, trying for all the right reasons to do something to it that no one is allowed to do.
Any suggestions to solving this that don't violate that oath, we can talk about, and we can do, and you'll have my undivided attention and full support. That's what your parents and a lot of other people in this state elected me to do.

I'm sorry people died, as you are. But the solution isn't to throw a tantrum and turn the Constitution and common sense on their heads."

And that probably would've been a big enough dose of adulthood to shut up even the yammering well-coached Libtard harpies, and it would've been over, with the CNN Hindenburg exploding in flames and crash-landing right on live cable TV.

But again, this was Marco WTFAIDH, and he couldn't help but step all over his wedding tackle with both feet, while CNN cued the violins and tugged the heartstrings the entire time, and then wrapped it up with gratuitous anti-gun porn and Trump-bashing frosting.

And it's going to continue, until Screwyoubio takes night classes in the Constitution and common sense, or hires me to write his speeches, or he at least hires someone that's brighter than he is, low though that bar may be.

But it explains why the restaurant was damned near empty for that show.

image © Patriot Retort

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Gold Medal To Oz At The Olympics

An Australian citizen from Melbourne named Howard, whose current gig is a strikingly accurate impersonation of Dear Leader/repressive thug Kim Jong Un of Norkistan, jumped in front of the Norkish cheerleaders at their hockey game against Japan, dancing, posing, and waving flags.

Any time they're out of sight of the motherland, every Nork in existence has a group of minder-thugs, the sort of guys whose demeanor makes the old KGB seem like Denny's hostesses by comparison.

So with this expert troll, Howard got exactly the response he was hoping for: the Nork security goons manhandled, kicked, and bum-rushed him RTFO, and then the South Koreans' security, eager to eliminate a world-wide televised incident (too late!), completed the game by tossing him completely out of the Olympics. And now it's world-wide. (Cue the Streisand Effect). Well-played.

"I'm a satirist. You can't let North Korea hijack these games using their cheerleaders; we've got to remind people that it's a terrible regime." Howard said, in a Melbourne accent of homegrown 'Strine worthy of Mick Dundee,on-air in an Oz TV interview afterwards.

Gold medal, right there. Gets it, and travelled 5000 miles just to stick it to the regime.

Though he deserves one, Oz authorities can't give him one of these; only the IOOC can do that.

But if the government ministries Down Under have a pair down under, the guy should find himself on the list of the Governor-General of the Commonwealth's Queen's Birthday Honors this June, for an award of Member of the Order of Australia, for meritorious service to the cause of freedom.

That'd be fair dinkum. He earned it.
Good on ya, mate!

 

 

Popcorn Alert! - Updated

The Dreaded Memo is loose. Google it: it's up about 27 places. Including here.

Washington DC forecast:
Serious lawyering up, with moderate subpoenas, and scattered Arkancides for the next several months.

Meuller’s done. (Plus, what did he know, and when did he know it. He should be subpoenaed immediately - at minimum, his investigation is over, at worst, he's a co-conspirator).
Comey’s done.
McCabe’s toast.
Strzok’s toast.
Page’s done.
Ohr and Yates are toast.

Get your popcorn.
This is going to implicate Lynch, and then ultimately HopeyDopey and Shrillary. And Fat Bill.

With backsplatter right in the MSM’s face.

Whether it whacks the FIB is an open question.
Look up the Church Committee hearings circa 1975  re: FBI and CIA for precedent.
Wray has to be on suicide watch.

Oh, and Trey Gowdy’s announced he’s not going for re-election.
Which means he can do whatever he wants, damn the fallout, from here to the end of the year.
Like take the next opening, as either AG, head of the FBI, and/or the next SCOTUS vacancy.

UPDATE: Read Gray Man's analysis from his website, linked here.

And Gray was asked what actual crimes are at stake here.
So I did some quick checking:

Conspiracy (18 USC 371 - five years@count),
Conspiracy to deprive rights (18 USC 241 - ten years@count)
Seditious conspiracy (18 USC 2384 - 20 years@count )
Falsification of official affidavits (18 USC 1001 - five years@count)
Suborning perjury (18 USC 1623 - five years@count)
Deprivation of civil rights under color of authority (18 USC 242 - ten years@count)
Misprision of felony (18 USC 4 - three years@count)
Election tampering (18 USC 595 - one year@count).
Malicious prosecution (42 USC 1983 - unlimited civil damages)
Just off the top of my head. Times four FISA warrants.

That's some serious-as-a-heart-attack $#!^.

Up to fifty nine years (X 4 FISA warrants) plus civil awards in federal PYITA prison for the winners.
Every swinging Richard.

Q.:

A.:Anywhere between one and 236 years in federal prison.
#Lock Her Up

That's trial-of-the-century Watergate-level worthy actual stuff.
This kind of shit gets you put away until you die.
And should.

Vegas Shooting: TPTB Still Jerking Everyone Around

From Tyler Durden at Zero Hedge :

(LAS VEGAS) After months of radio silence, new information released earlier this week surrounding the investigation into Las Vegas Shooter Stephen Paddock’s motive appears to have revived suspicions that another person was involved in the shooting.
The newly unsealed documents – which were unsealed by court order after journalists at the Las Vegas Review-Journal and other media sued – revealed that the FBI is seeking a “person of interest” named Douglas Haig. Haig’s name had not previously been connected to the shooting. What’s more, according to what’s been widely cited as his LinkedIn page, Haig had “DOD Top Secret clearance” and worked for top weapons manufacturers and specialized in Military Ammunition, as we pointed out.
Haig’s connection to Paddock and the shooting is unclear, but in another confusing development, Clark County Nevada Coroner John Fudenberg is defying a court order to release the full autopsy report for Paddock – even though Paddock’s body was cremated in December.
According to the Daily Caller, District Court Judge Timothy Williams ordered the coroner Tuesday to immediately release the autopsy. Fudenberg is conferring with others in his office, and no date had been given for his compliance with the judge’s order, the corner’s office told The Daily Caller.
The office also told the Las Vegas Review-Journal that the report wouldn’t be released until it was “finalized.”
“The coroner’s office has fought to keep autopsy reports confidential,” according to the the Review-Journal.
It’s difficult to imagine what component of the autopsy could, at this point, be left unfinished; after all, Paddock’s body was destroyed weeks ago. And yet, the coroner has chosen to pay $32,000 in legal costs instead of turning over the final report.
“The shooter’s body was cremated Dec. 21. How can the autopsy report not be ‘finalized’ when the body was cremated more than five weeks ago?” Review-Journal Editor-in-Chief Keith Moyer publicly stated. “The law is squarely on the side of the public’s right to open government.”
An interim report released Jan. 8 gave only scant information about the autopsy and did not release either the autopsy or a toxicology report on Paddock.
“Preliminarily, the injuries noted were on the posterior of both calves and a gunshot wound to the upper palette inside the decedent’s mouth with obvious damage to the upper teeth,” the department stated.
“The cause of Paddock’s death was an internal gunshot wound and the manner of death was ruled a suicide,” the report concluded.
While the details so far largely comport with the early press reports, some say the initial report was suspiciously lacking in detail.
“What’s glaring are the missing details on the autopsy,” said Wayne Black, a 40-year veteran law enforcement and private security expert, in an interview with TheDCNF.
“This is probably one of the most significant medical examiner’s investigations of the year,” he said.
It’s been four months since the shooting, and still much remains vague or unknown. Paddock’s motives remain a mystery. Unanswered questions remain about the official timeline of events. Photos published online in the immediate aftermath of the shooting purported to show a second shooter closer to ground level, but they were largely dismissed by law enforcement and the media.

Other than a finding that there were two shots to the head, what would prompt the coroner to withhold releasing an autopsy report that was finished months ago?

This thing has stunk to high heaven since Day Zero, and four months later, the @$$clowns in charge still can't get their stories straight.

They have, however, released the autopsies on the 58 victims, with their names redacted.

Hysterical Dramaqueen Crybabies

Shaquan driving through downtown Dover listening to rap music

with a subwoofer would be more serious.

(Chickenlittleville, DE) A 4.1 magnitude earthquake struck Kent County late Thursday afternoon.

The quake struck about 7 miles northeast of Dover Air Force Base at 4:47 p.m., according to the U.S. Geological Survey. It was originally labeled magnitude 4.4 before the USGS lowered the scale of the temblor

Let's bear in mind that a 4.1 is what you get when any host of The View falls off the toilet seat, and roughly equivalent to a heavy freight train passing by a quarter mile away.

Two fat people doinking in an old third-floor walkup, or Trigglypuff having a meltdown on a trampoline would be a 4.4.

Anything less than 4 is officially a mousefart on the Richter scale, and if the mouse didn't eat bad Mexican food first, it doesn't even get to a 3.

Buncha pussies there need to calm the f*** down.

NYFC and Chicongo get more seismic action when the el train goes by.

Fire Them All - Outreach

I've lost all track of how many political and media types (evil loyal Democrats to a man) have been canned for sexual harassment of women.

A counter for that would look like the national debt clock.

Let's just fire them all, on the entirely plausible theory that the odds are in favor of that, and the ones that haven't been fired yet, merely haven't been caught.

But at least the endless purge explains the hysterical rants of Dumbocrat women: they've been trapped in a rape culture of their own choosing, and now they're shell-shocked Stockholm Syndrome survivors.

Hey, battered harpies of Leftism, c'mon over to the other side!

We have cookies, and we encourage you to deal with sexual harassment with either a knee to the offender's crotch, or if that doesn't end the problem, follow it up with a few rounds of gunfire to the same region.
We'll even teach you both techniques.
Bonus: the entire might of the NRA would defend you.

And you'd stop losing election after election.

Deal-breaker: You'd probably have to renounce man-hating for life.

Playing To Half Empty Stadiums: NFL=Not For Long

h/t IJR

How To Make Your Audience Disappear In One Season:

Well played, f**ktards. No Fans Left.
This is what happens when players with IQs lower than their jersey numbers are put in charge of things. At this rate, a team next year made up entirely of quarterbacks will still be able to make the salary cap, and players can look forward to jobs selling cars and insurance in the off-season, just like they used to do.

Here's your prize, doofusii:

The Emwhat?

h/t Irish

So, apparently there was another self-masturbatory Hollywood awards show last night, in which they dissed all of America, and specifically the president. (IOW, business as usual.)
That they simple cut to the chase, and simply award giant golden dildos, either to symbolize what they are, or what they use these awards for, was apparently considered too spot-on some good number of years past. Seeing actors and actresses clutching and waving their big golden dicks would be unseemly, almost as if you'd interviewed them with a hidden camera in private.

Which award would, of course, be nicknamed "the Johnson"

Strangely, the yapping jackholes of cultural decay can't seem to figure why TV audiences are tuning out in droves, and Hollywood had the worst summer in a decade, which is pretty phenomenal for businesses that have only been around 50 and 100 or so years, respectively. It's almost like mouthy liberal jackasses can't connect the dots between their incessant douchebag whining, and people nationwide telling them to f**k off, and voting with their feet, their wallets, and their remotes. Crazy, right? Next, they'll be baffled that rain makes you wet. (Chicken Little, call your agent.)

But Madison Avenue can read a Nielsen report, and TV advertising will be getting to bargain prices at his rate. Especially for the awards shows. The only down side to that is the "stars" will be moving into middle-class neighborhoods again, out of necessity.

Not that it's surprising, because one of the neighbor kids (and yes, an actual kid, and an actual neighbor) has an Emmy Award. I saw it, Googled it, and she earned it. So, in the grand scheme of things, an Emmy is roughly equivalent to the US military's National Defense Service Medal ribbon:

If you have a pulse rate, and are serving while the US is shooting at someone, even if you never do, you get one. Period.

It's about the same with Emmys. It's mainly a participation trophy for being on the boob tube long enough. Just ask Susan Lucci. Or my neighbor's kid.

I can't really blame the mostly college- and high school-dropout asstardian legions in Hollyweird for being antagonistic jackholes, or congratulating each other for all that generally imaginary "suffering" they do for their craft. The number of winners of any award there who have actually rendered services to the country can be accurately measured on your thumbs most years, if not your nose, and some years, even by amputees of all those body parts.

And going on about them as if it's abnormal for two-years olds to throw tantrums, or dogs to piss on fire hydrants, holds those special ed short-bus snowflakes to an impossibly high standard, one that most of them never achieve: rational adult behavior.

For about 99.68% of Hollywood, those three words are between one and three insurmountable achievements they'll never achieve nor be awarded, even by each other.

So before you get over-concerned about TV jerking itself off in public again, remember this inside-the-industry Rule of Thumb, proven every day since Philo Farnsworth inflicted the invention on an unsuspecting culture:

Theatre is life.

Film is art.

Television is furniture.

When you regularly see (need I add "award-winning"?) producers and directors in the medium sporting the exact t-shirts bearing that message, the secret is out, boys and girls.
There's a reason that, until the decadence of the 1920s, most decent folks regarded actors and actresses as circus freaks and prostitutes. The only thing that's changed in most cases is awarding them the opprobrium they deserve.

There's also a reason your TV and mine have both a channel selector, and an on/off switch.
I use them ruthlessly.

I haven't routinely watched broadcast TV as such, in over a decade.
I miss it like trees miss cold in springtime.

Bite-size Histowy Of Wome

By Tam.
Forget gun-blogging, this is great comedy.

Omens of future problems came with the reign of emperor Joaquin Phoenix who (after going crazy and arranging for the murders of a bunch of senators) was not actually stabbed in the Coliseum by Russel Crowe, but rather was strangled in the tub by his wrestling coach and personal trainer.

If only she had the time, I see a complete Histowy of Wome YouTube series in her future that would rock, 90 seconds at a time.
Cartoon or chalk talks, the occasional mash-up of clips from historical epics, with voiceover narration by Allison Janney or Tina Fey (Peter Ustinov no longer being available).

Breaking News

Tom Brady Caught Letting Air Out Of Atlanta Falcons

I'm sure the Trump MAGA hat had nothing to do with it.
But as a rule, this isn't a year to bet against Patriots.

And one more reminder to the lazy that nothing is over, until it's over.