This Has To Be Said - BFYTW

 

Live By The Celebrity Jackhole, Die By The Celebrity Jackhole

h/t WRSA

Sounds pretty good, right?

Everybody gets old. Most of those who do eventually get senile. I watched it happen to my mom before she passed. It'll probably happen to me, and you, unless you get really, really lucky, if you live long enough, and your mind leaves you before your heart stops beating.

Consequently, everyone says and does things at the twilight of their life that are not only unlike them, and horribly bad examples of someone who's lost their craft and/or their faculties, they're actually jackassically stupid, bordering on outright crazy.

The Right has somehow latched onto Ted Nugent as a banner carrier. Call it Stockholm Syndrome and a foolish pining after vacuous "celebrity" opinion. They picked Nugent, who hasn't had a hit album in 30 years, because he likes guns.

Well, hey, that's nice. But he's still a very minor talent in the rock-and-roll pantheon, who hasn't been otherwise relevant to anyone or anything important since Jimmy Carter was president. And he's now 71, after ducking the draft, and spending his salad days drunk and stoned for much of the time. That takes a mental toll. And Cal Thomas, who both quoted him, and should know better, is no spring chicken either at 77. So old fart commentator trying to be hip by quoting septuagenarian minor-talent rocker, FTW. Not.

So once again, let's get serious.

What Nuge is demanding above, essentially, and expressed in terms even his addled and decrepit mental abilities can grasp, is this:

"I'm going to walk down the street shooting off my shotgun everywhere I go and dropping pipe bombs wherever I feel like it. I don't give a f**k if that affects you or your life. I want to do it. If you're afraid of that, you can stay home and be afraid. You don't need to go to the grocery store for food, or the pharmacy for your prescriptions, or even breathe the same air I do, because it's inconvenient for my blatant jackassical stupidity, but I'm an American, and if I want to drop bombs all day and shoot everything in sight, it's my g**d***ed right to do whatever jackassical thing I can think of, because freedom, liberty, and 'Mericuh, @$$holes! So F*** Y** if you can't stop being afraid of that!"

Sorry kids, that's not "freedom", that's insanity. Or, In Nuge's case, probably senility.
Same-same.

It's like telling someone who complains that you've soiled yourself repeatedly  and haven't had a bath in months that if they don't like it, they should hold their breath. In most states, after that type of exchange of opinion, the next thing that happens is you stopping to pick up most of your teeth off the ground, once you regain consciousness and the pain subsides enough to move.

Were he to put his opinions thusly, he should have a net thrown over him now, and be ordered to appear for a sanity hearing. If he actually did that, he should be shot in the face, for the public good, as one would dispatch a rabid dog.

Because amidst a worldwide pandemic, with eleventy percent asymptomatic virus carriers among the infected, trying to put the onus of protection on everyone else, and describing their commonsense prudence as fear, while claiming your liberty to spread virus like Johnny Appleseed on crack as the rationale for acting the fool repeatedly and profligately, is exactly bassackwards.

Had he instead come out and supported re-opening everywhere with minimal common sense precautions and universal use of PPE while we try and stomp this pandemic out, he could have appeared as a bastion of reasonableness and civic rationality. Instead, he's just a flaming look-at-me narcissistic jackass. That, from a washed up senile has-been celebrity?

So shut your ignorant piehole, Nugent, and slap a mask on your old ugly puss when you go out, before someone else with carry rights decides to activate your Medicare dental coverage, or punch your ticket as a public service. And seek psychological help for your condition. I never liked your music, I was never fond of the idea of giving you a microphone instead of talking to sensible everyday Americans regarding the 2A, instead of draft-dodging aging ex-hippie drug abusers, and Andy Warhol's Rule says your fifteen minutes are up. Shuffle off quietly on your own two feet, before you further embarrass yourself, and have to be dragged off the public stage ranting, kicking, and screaming, as seems to be the likely course now.

Retire quietly, and STFU, lest someone simple-minded listens to you, and you cause even more mischief now than ever you did in your heyday.

We don't need you, and it's long past time anyone was listening to you. And you've lost what little mind you ever had.
Stop embarrassing yourself.

And can we please stop putting up washed-up celebrity jackwagons as though they're the sort of spokesholes anyone needs to hear from, on anything?
They're narcissistic morons, to about the 96th percentile, and the best of the best even acknowledge the fact:

For the Gilligans who #AgreeWithTed, restrain the urge. I'm not impressed, I wasn't putting the proposition up for a vote, and the weekly group meeting of Morons Anonymous is a few blogs up the street. Not here. If you still can't help yourself, seek treatment for your OCD as well.

We Called This...

Evita Guevara-Castro. You heard it here *first*.

FTR, in our ceaseless joyful attempts to do everything within our Internet power to mock, harass, ridicule, and generally tell the truth about the blisteringly brain-dead failed bartender and single IQ mental midget who is an embarrassment to the Bronx, NYFS, Boston University, the DNC, America, and Puerto Rico, simultaneously, an inspiration to millions of memesters and fountain of fail for literal hordes of comedians, some as yet unborn, we want it noted that we here first correctly tagged this bimbo nigh a year ago as Evita Guevara-Castro, after Peron, Che, and Fidel, respectively, of whom she is the living reincarnation (to the degree that any fungus is alive).

We bring this fact up, with all the rights and privileges thereunto appertaining, in perpetuity, because she has now taken to, in her Twitter twaddle output, to directly quoting Nazi sympathizer and national socialist Evita Peron, directly, with no sense of irony at evoking the mumblings of that exact S. American fascist and banana republic dictator, and husband of a worse one, Evita her ownself. And true to idiot form, Assclown Oddball Chit-For-Brains thinks the appellation of Nazi-loving Evita, including by the President Trump, is something of which to be proud. Proof, if you needed it, that even genius has limits, but that stupidity is infinite.

Color us shocked.

What can we say? When you nail it, you nail it. It can only be a matter of time before she begins including the ramblings of Che and Fidel for the hat trick, of whose politics she's clearly already enamored as well.

Perhaps she's waiting until they release them in her favorite coloring book series.

We sharpen our poisoned pen in unrestrained glee at the prospect.
The extent of her World Class Stupid cannot be measured with existing instrumentation, and may, in fact, be tapping into the universal raw magma source of same, and be an actual volcano of Stupid her entire life. That's our working hypothesis anyways.

Either that, or she's one of Jeff Dunhams sock puppets who was discarded, escaped the dumpster, and subsequently turned into a real girl by some malicious rogue fairy. Also equally likely, at this point.

Bozo Bewhore Strikes Again

Dear Anti-American Broadspewing Company (and your parent corp., the dopes at Mauschwitz),
This is what happens when you hire low-70s IQ morons to host a show about a coven of bitchy frunts and their kooky bloviations on things far beyond their grasp:

Dowd was incredibly soft on Bozo's gaffe, but you can tell that even after being corrected, she had no idea in her entire vacuous head why Republicans winning Senate seats isn't due to gerrymandering, which Bewhore couldn't spell, let alone explain.

For anyone similarly confused: the Senate boundaries were set when those states were admitted to the Union. Unlike House races, the districts cannot be gerrymandered, ever. Because cleverly, everybody in the entire state votes for their senators, ever since the XVIIth Amendment clusterfornicated up the original workings, as the second of four cornerstone Progressive demolitions of the republic.

As Casey Stengel was fond of telling jackholes, "You could look it up."

Me?
I'm wondering why Bozo is wearing those Intelligent Person Glasses, as if she was ever literate enough to read.

Trump Monkey

Shut Up And Sing, Monkey

 

 

So after President Trump endorsed the Republican in the TN Senate race, and celebutard rookie Saylor Twit endorsed the gun-grabbing Democrat jackhole, the (R) has jumped overnight to an 8 point lead.

 

 

Thanks, Tay, you airheaded fluffbrain. Maybe you could endorse Fauxican Bob O'Rourke in Texas, while you're up.

 

Or just STFU, and focus on singing, and shut your piehole on politics until you catch a clue.

If we cared what you thought about politics, you could have a show and 27 viewers on MSNBC, like all their other hosts. But I'm betting the dressing room would be commensurately smaller.

 

So we've established T.S. doesn't stand for "Terribly Smart".

"Tragically Stupid" is still up for discussion.

That'll Show 'Em

Post Hurricane PSA:

Anderson Cooper standing in a hole to dramatize Katrina floodwaters.

And the J-school graduates can't figure why, if they'd lie about something this simple, no one trusts them about anything else, either.

Gee, it's mystery to me, too.

Dear Hollyweird and Canuckistan: F**k You Both! Strong Message Follows.

So, the Progtards behind First Man deliberately left out (as in shot the scene, then threw it on the cutting room floor so as not to offend the ChiComs[!]) Neil Armstrong planting the US flag on the moon in July 1969, because it was a group effort of every other country that had nothing whatsoever to do with this uniquely American achievement. What a pantload of Fail from the Usual Hollyweird Assbags.

Ryan Quisling, you can fuck right off back to the Great White North, and take the poncey shitbag director, who shat this piece of revisionist fertilizer out, with you as well. Unlike Canucki Quisling, of whom one might expect such crap, the director is obviously not really an American anyway. Just another walking colostomy sack.

DLTDHYITAOYWO.

Apparently you learned your history from Howard Zinn, and motion picture economics from Kevin Spacey, and from the idiots who brought us 15 movies about the Gulf Wars that never turned a profit.

We put six of these on the moon.

Because we could.
And because there are two types of countries: those like Canada, that use the metric system; and those that have landed on the moon.

You guys are lucky if they raise the maple leaf flag over Quebec, and speak English there.

But hey, you've got socialized medicine that's so good you all have to come to the US to get surgery, and you have flannel p.j.s.

So, you've got that going for ya.

So before you deign to re-write our history, move out of the Queen's basement, get a job, grow a pair, and grow the hell up.

More On Ms. Occasional Fame-Whoretez

 

Some people might mistakenly think I don't want to see her elected to a slam-dunk Democrat seat.

 

Au contraire.

 

While it would be best for all concerned if she gets jilted again when more than 9% of the overwhelmingly Dem district turns up to vote in November, by Rep. Joe Crowley, who she beat in the primary owing to abysmal turnout, who's still on the ballot for the same job on another party's ticket in the same district (and is, let's remember, a ten-term incumbent Democrat congressman, on the House Ways and Means Committee, with 20 times her political war chest, still) I think the best thing for the republic is if she wins despite all that, and that as often as practical before and after the election, she gets the maximum amount of media exposure possible for her goofy half-witted excursions into making America communist.

 

Mad Maxine and Alzheimer's Pelosi aren't going to be in Congress forever, so it's important to give voters a good close look at the Democrat Party, by having a lunatic airhead and avowed socialist outspokenly rubbing their noses in it, good and hard, pretty much 24/7/365.

 

Enter Srta. Avocado Chiquita-Bananas.

 

Better still, if she wins, it proves that the Democrat voters of the NY 14th can't tell a thorough-going moron when they hear one, gives them a functional retard in Congress for two years, and their opinions, valid only for their own representation, merely subject them to the scorn and derision of provinces less inclined to insanity, and given advocacy by a not just a misfit, but a novice socialist one. That'll play in Washington D.C., hoo boy how it will. She'll be one the subcommittee on napkins of the commerce committee, and in two years, some serious Democrat politician will shove her forcefully back to bartending. Game over.

So no matter whether she wins or loses, it's bad for Democrats and great for the country.
And I, as well as both political pundits of greater magnitude, and every talk show comic writer from coast to coast, will be praying for her victory pretty much daily.

That, my friends, is what political scientists call "win-win".

¡Viva Ms. Cassandra Apostrophe-Catastrophe!

Not Quite The Island Ambassador You Were Hoping For

h/t The Last Tradition

(NYFC Twaddler)A Florida congressman dismissed Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez as “this girl” over the weekend — prompting a rebuke Monday from the 28-year-old who brought down Rep. Joe Crowley in a primary upset last month.

“You look at this girl Ocasio-Cortez or whatever she is, I mean, she’s in a totally different universe,” Rep. Ron DeSantis said on at a campaign stop on Saturday that was posted to YouTube.

“It’s basically socialism wrapped in ignorance,” the Republican said of the Democratic Socialist’s platform. 

Ocasio-Cortez responded:

“Rep DeSantis, it seems you‘re confused as to ‘whatever I am.’ I am a Puerto Rican woman. It‘s strange you don’t know what that is, given that ~75,000 Puerto Ricans have relocated to Florida in the 10 mos since María. But I’m sure these new FL voters appreciate your comments!” she tweeted.

Dear Evita Guevara-Castro:

Um, no, you're a New York girl whose mother is a puertoriqeuña. You're just an unemployed broke liberal socialist from the rich 'burbs of NYFC, with a Boston U. worthless liberal arts degree, carpet-bagging in the Bronx for a shot at suckling the government's teat direct from the source.

And word to your mother, when someone notes that you're a clueless idiot, it's probably not the best choice to endear yourself to your cousins in FL by blaming as the cause of your utter ignorance the land of your parent's origin.



In Latin Estupida puertoriquensis

Calling your ancestors and cousins back home ignorant may be accurate, and "socialism wrapped in ignorance" may also explain why that island is still a shambles nearly a year after a major hurricane, despite literal tons and billion$ of assistance, necessitating vast hordes of the former locals to flee its Turd World living conditions and century-plus endemic Democrat Party/socialist utter corruption to the comparative paradise of Florida, but nobody likes to be smacked in the face with the wet mackerel of their own stupidity.

Even some carpet-bagging airhead from up river, as your response demonstrates.

Well played, Ms. Asopao-Idiota.

Your unending self-parody is effortless brilliance, and it makes it nearly impossible to satirize someone who ceaselessly beclowns herself in the national media seemingly every single time she opens her mouth.

Except, of course, by simply reporting your utterances verbatim.

"How did I know you're that girl from the Bronx?
Just a lucky guess..."

Don't forget to reload when you run out of toes.
But try to stop shooting yourself in the foot with your foot inside your mouth.
It's going to leave a mark.

Another Left Wing Success Story, Right There

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I have to admit to a guilty pleasure following the tulipomania surrounding the current candidacy of Evita Guevara-Castro, current room-temperature-IQ darling of the people that brought every disaster to befall this republic in the last 116 years.

 

Democrats' knee-jerk line is always that Republicans/conservatives are stupid.

"Goldwater was dangerous and stupid."

"Nixon was evil, dangerous, and stupid."

"Reagan was stupid and dangerous."

"Bush (41) was stupid, evil, and dangerous."

"Dubbya was stupid, dangerous, and evil. Oh, and really stupid."

"Trump is stupid, evil, and dangerous."

 

It's really the only card in their hand when dealing with conservatives.

 

I'm thinking that says more about Leftards' self-projections and delusions than about objective reality. But I'm not a psychiatrist.

 

Leftards, on the other hand, as the name implies, are only called stupid by the Right because of two things:

1) what they say, and

2) what they do.

 

Now, let's be fair, there have to be some smart liberals, somewhere.

Right?

Right??

 

 

I'm saying this based on statistical averages, not any actual evidence.

 

Because all I can think of is the wit and wisdom of Chuck U Schumer. Dianne Fineswine. Al Frankenstein. Nancy Pelosi. Babs Boxer. Jerry Moonbeam Brown. Mad Maxine Waters. Charlie Rangel. Keith Ellison. Stupid Hall-of-Famers Joe Biden, and of course Al Gore.

(The moment, between election and inauguration, where criminal-elects Gore, Fat Bill, and Shrillary were on a tour of Monticello televised on C-SPAN, and Algore looks up at the busts of Washington, Franklin, etc., in Jefferson's study, and he asks "Who are those people?" as Clinton all but face-palms himself over Gore's incredible stupidity, was pure comedy gold. And almost permanently memory-holed in about 0.2 seconds, except for one guy.)

 

 

Stuff like that is why Brilliant Democrats is in the Top Ten of World's Thinnest Books.

 

Ms. Ocarina-Piñata is right in line with that rich tradition, stumbling over basic answers to softball questions on statements she made in the first place last week on NPR's Firing Line (which, fortunately for her, not even Bronx Democrat voters probably watch, ever.) Her rookie mistake, when she was sincerely and politely asked by a socialism-friendly interviewer to clarify her babbling incoherency, was to actually attempt an answer.

 

Bill Clinton would have molested the interviewer, Biden would have groped her after a hilarious malaprops, Shrillary would have fallen on her face and blamed the faulty chair and some obscure film on YouTube, and Pelosi would simply have given the most sincere impression of having a stroke as anything since her last televised press conference.

 

Instead, Ms. Obrador Chavez-Maduro chose to brazen it out using raw honesty, and after nearly choking on her tongue and stammering for a minute or two, cheerfully announced she didn't know sh*t from shineola, because in the immortal words of Gwen Stefani, "I'm just a girl!"

 

To be fair, when asked why unemployment was so low, she savaged President Trump by sagely noting that it was because "most people have two jobs." For a socialist, this is perspicacity that's off the charts. As someone unlettered in economics, especially from the likes of Boston University, I was under the impression that people having jobs is the exact defintion of low unemployment. In other news from the frontiers of economics, hunger is down too, because most people eat three meals a day.

 

And though the camera can lie - by only telling part of the story where it's aimed, and hiding everything behind it - this interview is one of those times when television shows you everything, painfully, if not actually showing too much. Watching her verbal paroxysms as she struggles to make a coherent point, and fails over and over, one cannot but realize that Ms. Acapulco-Paella is not only manifestly unqualified for Congress, or even to be merely a congressional page, but must also inevitably confront the clear truth that even when she was only bar-tending, she was probably still fathoms beyond her depth.

 

Despite her demonstrable affirmative-action graduation from a supposedly prestigious university, and making the rounds of the Usual Suspects' lib-whoring shill platforms with the harpy crones on The Spew, and on Colbert's late-night unhinged whinging rant-fest, solely due to her professed and unabashed love of a form of government that would round those same hosts up and throw them all in gulags (and has!), just being that blisteringly stupid is not necessarily an absolute bar to winning a congressional seat, even for such mental ciphers as Ms. Che Avocado-Salsa. But speaking of bars, her sole employment success to this point, a mere seven years after graduating college, after squandering a couple of hundred thousand dollars of taxpayer-provided money - which is definitely great job experience for any potential congressweasel - is what gives me the greatest hope for the future of America.

 

That best argument for the robust survival and certain triumph of capitalism over socialism, is that even in 90% liberal NYFC, adopted land of her upstate suburbia carpetbagging  candidacy, no one in a position to hire people would put this babbling brainless twit in charge of anything more difficult to operate than a beer tap, in her pitifully few years since she attained legal majority.

 

Without affirmative action, and the optimistic forbearance of the committee in 1787 that thought 25 years of age was old enough to serve a term in the House of Representatives, she'd be cleaning houses with her mom, and probably not even doing it as well as mama does, instead of having nothing else to fall back on except Congress.

 

 And surely there must be some federal job she's better qualified for than one of the 545 positions total, as an actual Decider and policy-maker for the republic, in a nation of over 300,000,000 souls. All I'm saying is, there are dozens of VA hospitals, for instance, where her janitorial cleaning abilities and mental talents would be a much better match. Maybe even a McDonald's on a military base where there's a vacancy running the register at the drive-thru window, and she could use her formidable prior talents with the choices narrowed down to three sizes and a dozen drink options. But if the bar for getting into Congress, even for dim-witted Democrats, is going to be just being young and latina, couldn't you guys try going for smarter, more talented, more accomplished in life, and even prettier, by nominating Shakira, Jessica Alba, Jordana Brewster, or Penelope Cruz?

 

Just saying.

 

But hey, NYFC liberals, thanks so much for the laughs.

If you didn't want politics to be this funny, you wouldn't keep sending in the clowns, right?

Survival Of The Richest? Not So Much...

Billionaire bozos think they're going to "control" guys like this when things get frisky? Stop, you're killing me. They'll eat their boss for brunch, after they toy with his intestines. In front of him, while he watches.

Back from a break, "Sam Culper" is back at it on Forward Observer.

Yesterday's thought-provoking piece concerned the tale of a futrurologist counseling billionaires about the pending Zompocalypse.

"Finally, the CEO of a brokerage house explained that he had nearly completed building his own underground bunker system and asked, “How do I maintain authority over my security force after the event?” 

The Event. That was their euphemism for the environmental collapse, social unrest, nuclear explosion, unstoppable virus, or Mr. Robot hack that takes everything down. 

This single question occupied us for the rest of the hour. They knew armed guards would be required to protect their compounds from the angry mobs. But how would they pay the guards once money was worthless? What would stop the guards from choosing their own leader? The billionaires considered using special combination locks on the food supply that only they knew."

"Hired security force"??
Idiot savants.
Money ╪ Brains.

The term for a hired security force after "The Event", is mercenaries.
Power at that point will flow from the barrel of a gun.
And if you're holding onto the combination to the food locker, they'll all be pointed at you.
Not at your head, though. They'll start about three feet lower.

Some billionaire bozo thinks he's going to "maintain control" by withholding the combination to the food locker will find out what "enhanced interrogation" does to jog his memory, one body part at a time.

They'll probably start with his family, just for S&G.

Either way, the suddenly-superfluous rich yokels will be sacrificed by their hired security, if they haven't got a band around them with much stronger bonds of loyalty than merely taking scraps from the billionaires' tables.
Those idiots are merrily marching into the land of Unknown Unknowns: they don't know what they don't know.
And the animals there are higher than billionaires on the food chain.

Hitchcock made a great movie called Lifeboat. It should be required viewing,  Along with films like The Wild Geese, The Grey,  and The Edge, with freewheeling discussion afterwards, to anyone who thinks they're ready for "The Event" just because they've stocked a distant shelter to which they hope to flee, and think they'll end up running their mercenaries like they do their boardrooms. Besides "because the writers wrote it that way", the reason Anthony Hopkins and Liam Neeson maintained leadership control over their respective groups was because they both brought knowledge and skills to the group that the group didn't have. If all you're bringing is stuff, somebody who can't see the need for you once that day arrives will get rid of you, and your stuff will become his stuff.

When Scrooge McDick arrives at his chosen ark of safety, he'll be made hostage by the exact security force he's put in place, five seconds after the gates close. The womenfolk in the party will be considered "entertainment". Once they've yielded what they each have to offer, they'll either be killed (if they're lucky), or else enslaved. Welcome to the real world since, oh, forever.

Bonds of common interest and blood will be what matters, and even those will be trumped by those with necessary and irreplaceable knowledge and skills, not who has the most toys. I believe Mosby's term is "frith".

Come "The Event", you're either the alpha wolf, a valued member of the pack, or dinner. The only part of The Revenant worth watching for two minutes is seeing the moment when Leo Decaprio plays the part of "bear's bitch", and that's what happens to you when you try to control predators above you on both the food chain, and the pecking order of intelligence. They won't work for peanuts when you withhold them; they'll simply eat you. As more than one Darwin Award-winning knucklehead has found out - fleetingly - when informing Mr. Bear that "there are no more marshmallows". That only ever turns out well for the bear.

"That guy was delicious! BUUURP!"

Thus endeth the lesson.

Compare And Contrast

Look at the mass murder shooting yesterday in Texas, and contrast it with the previous one last month in Las Vegas.

In Vegas, 37 days later, there is still not one credible motive for the attack.
In Texas, in less than 37 hours, the motive(s) are plainly described. If anything, there are multiples of them, ranging from bitter rage at his ex and former in-laws, to atheism, to Leftist whacktardery, on and on ad infinitum.

In Vegas, there is no reason to conclude beyond a reasonable doubt that the guy tagged for it actually carried it out, because no one saw him do it.
In Texas, most of a church-full of people could tell you exactly who did it, and one of the people who saw him do it followed him with a rifle - after shooting him with said rifle - to the point when police finally arrived minutes later to take custody of the corpse.

In neither incident did the police do anything worthwhile in any way to deter, inhibit, nor end either shooting. Their sole contribution, as in 99.9% of shootings, is to unroll barrier tape, chalk outlines around bodies, and gather evidence and fill out reports for trials that will never happen. When seconds count, the police are only minutes away.

Not one of 30,000 gun laws did one single thing to prevent or even delay either shooting.
Nor would any 30,000 more accomplish anything better.

The notionally presumptive Vegas shooter broke no laws until he knocked out windows and opened fire.
The Texas shooter broke every law imaginable, being legally prohibited from even so much as possessing any firearm. Shocking Every Clueless Barking Leftard Moonbat  The Usual Suspects, a homicidal criminal breaks the law, exactly as the definition of the word "criminal" might imply to someone with an IQ greater than their shoe size. (Every politician with a (D) after your name, call your office...)

In both cases, those same Usual Suspects wasted not one moment before beginning their usual insane catcalls to punish everyone who didn't do either crime, by banning more guns (again!), whilst gleefully dancing in the still warm pools of the blood of the victims to do so. Every one of them, from Congressbitch Shitweasel Gabby Giffords, to the retinue of Hollywood misogynist pedophile- and rapist-enabling celebutards, should be castigated verbally and egged  - by the dozen, please - physically, until they grow a verbal filter sufficient to shut their pieholes, pretty much until the grave takes over the task for them when they die of natural causes. They are shitlords of the lowest order, and there is no amount of public shaming - up to activating their dental plans, in a need for new implants sort of way - that goes too far in shouting them down and howling them into silence.

In both cases, the media engages in knee-jerk around-the-clock non-stop coverage, but only to gin up their well-deserved flagging ratings, and to service their own anti-gun agenda, while contributing nothing but ass-gas to the discussion, and shunting 50 more important daily stories into the dustbin, stopping just short of tying strings to the bloody corpses and using them as marionettes on live TV.

In neither instance does anyone, on any side, think the problem is too few laws, nor too many guns.

Notably absent in both cases, as in the case of the New York Not-So-Smart-Bomb truck driver jihadist, is any call for rounding up the people culpable, killing them judicially and rapidly whenever possible, or cracking down in any way on the low-hanging fruit in any such instance, which is the B-team redshirts waiting in the wings. That crackdown should also preclude the inevitable next attempt for the Body Count Gold Medal the media is always itching to re-confer, with millions of dollars of free publicity given to oxygen-thieving jackholes who should by law have their names and likenesses stricken from all public discourse after 24 hours, and be otherwise expunged from history, on pain of punitive fines so huge and draconian as to give even professional football-playing felons and Silicon Valley tech wizards pause before breaking the taboo.
All further reference, by law and custom, should be to "Douchebag 20171105", et al, in perpetuity.

And the FCC should award licensing fees for broadcast permits at the commercial market rate per second of publicity for the aforementioned douchebags, starting with the eleventh such second of air time in any calendar year, as a penalty bonus for every TV and radio station in the country. Call it pay to play. When even NYFC and L.A. stations couldn't afford to glorify such visigoths by Day Two, they would, of necessity, return to covering the rest of the news, in short order.

There's even the bare possibility that they might recollect another loathsome subject, a world-class felon, who's caused more grief and anguish to more people, while breaking more laws than either shooting perpetrator, and who, by any reasonable standard, has accumulated a far higher body count than both of them combined:

Felonia von Pantsuit, Empress Shrillary I, Vagina Regina, First Lady of Crime

Instead, they'd rather give another 40 lashes to their favorite dead horse, Gun Control, while touting odds on another nag, Russian Collusion, (in the second race, on a muddy track) which 9 months later still hasn't managed to stumble out of the starting gate, no matter how hard the media minions of stupidity flog her flanks.

"Look mate, that nag wouldn't "VOOOM!" if you put 10,000 volts through it!"

Because when you've got a slam-dunk case against your ersatz Queen, the best thing for the media wing of America's Communist Party to do is wave their arms, chatter incantations, and try to blame crimes whose perpetrators are beyond human judgment on inanimate objects they don't like, owned by people who didn't do it.

Why Weinstein Is A Thing

For the benefit of those like a commentor to today's earlier post who are puzzled and/or annoyed about the Weinstein casting couch cause celebre, let me fill in some background.

Who is the guy, and who cares?
Because until a week or two ago, you never heard of him?

No slam on the commentor who asked the question, but it deserves a full answer.
And typically, if one guy brings it up, there's ten more who feel the same way, and didn't say anything.

Never heard of him? Go read his Wikipedia bio.The co-founder of one of the leading production companies in Hollywood, with a Best Picture Oscar for Shakespeare In Love, and 35 years of producing some of the biggest Hollywood movies?
A guy who, until two weeks ago, everyone in Hollywood and the Democrat Party would not only return his phone calls, but deem it a privilege to speak with?
You've been living under a rock then. It's anyone's prerogative to ignore the movers and shakers in both Hollywood and politics, but that says more about you than about the magnitude of the loathsome object of the current tizzy.

Rumors are one thing, but three dozen (and counting) substantiated and corroborated accounts are another.
Second, it's not "young starlets", it's a Who's Who of A-list Hollywood talent that he's bagged, molested, or tried to do both.
Third, it isn't just that a producer did it, but the list of other producers, ancillary people, and other A-list stars who knew about him, and covered for him.
Fourth, this is a guy who's given millions to the DNC, and hung out with presidents.
Fifth, this undoes completely the Leftist narrative about the "War On Women", from both Washington DC, and Hollywood. Some of the loudest whiners have turned out to be his victims, and their fellow celebutards, who all kept their mouths shut about Weinstein's predations, while decrying imaginary GOP assaults. The hypocrisy factor is registering on the Richter Scale.

It's like watching a bus drive by the red carpet and throw buckets of mud on everybody in the front twenty rows at the Oscars, in their gowns and tuxes, on live TV.
It's yuuuuuuuuuuge.
And it just keeps getting bigger.

The only way you could generate more ink than this would be if Disney turned out to be running a child prostitution ring under Disneyland, or if Trump kicked the UN out of NYFC and gave them 24 hours to evacuate, or somebody popped a nuke in anger somewhere in the world.

This thing has legs, and you're going to be hearing about it for months.
Allegations of possible underage talent being involved have the FBI and NYPD (and probably LAPD and INTERPOL, quietly) investigating him for potential criminal charges.
The list of prosecutors who would cuff and stuff someone like Weinstein to make their career and assure their rise to superstardom and potentially all the way to even the White House, would only be a line from Hollywood to DC, via NYFC.

And for bonus ink, the story was about to break in New Yorker magazine, and at the same time James O'Keefe and Project Veritas were unveiling their expose of duplicity at the NYTimes, and so rather than being scooped, while simultaneously crippled by Veritas' undercover videos, the Grey Lady went pro-active, which exposed half a dozen Big Media outlets that had squelched earlier Weinstein expose' stories. Had they known the Vegas shooting was about to happen, they might have hung back, but life is full of surprises, and unlike Vegas, this is a story where everyone knows the motive, the perpetrator is still available to kick around, and the information available, rather than shrinking, is growing exponentially day after day after day.

Ask a reporter or an editor how they feel about selling copy, for an answer to why this just keeps on going like the Energizer Bunny.

You have the publicity trifecta: Big Hollywood, Big Media, and Big Politics, all simultaneously exploding with guilt on this, and no end in sight as the ripples spread outward. Name anyone in those three worlds, and this touches them. It's literally just about the entire Left Wing of the country, outside academia. And anybody in media will leap at a chance to tar their competition for errors of this magnitude.

This isn't a food fight at a supermarket, it's a simultaneous food fight at every supermarket.

When anyone this mighty falls, buy stock in companies that sell newspaper ink.

"Imagine you were a Democrat, and a sociopath. But I repeat myself..."

Dancing In The Blood Of The Victims

It's nice to know you can always count on Hollyweird celebutards, mostly high school dropouts, who work behind gated walls, live inside walled mansions in gated communities, and only venture out in public among the hoi polloi when there's more armed security than at an Israeli-Palestinian summit meeting at the White House, to jump on their idiot boxes, and show us their little twit tweets about how Las Vegas proves a need for more gun control laws, because reasons, evidently the 30,000 such laws already on the books not being quite enough yet to suit them.
 
Celebutards: If thinking was your forte, you'd be college professors, not human circus animals.
 
I'm not even bothering to excerpt the ones from the link, because if you ever had a bad burrito, you've probably already dropped those same arguments right into the porcelain at home in your own Thinking Room. 

We also know you're just virtue-signaling, because your real feelings were captured when a (suddenly former) SeeBS executive shyster got fired at the speed of rockets up her ass this morning, for tweeting that I’m actually not even sympathetic because country music fans often are Republican gun toters.”

Shut up and dance, monkeys. And somewhere besides in the pool of blood from the victims.

And think real long and hard about what your next outdoor concert would be like if the Right were really the homicidal maniacs you project about endlessly and knee-jerk reflexively, despite time after time it being your own tards doing the gunslinging.

Notably, you could probably count on your thumbs the airheaded bastards who tweeted anything like "prayers and support", or where to donate blood, or will give one red cent of their own money to help the victims. Tragedy only exists to give them a pile of bodies to stand on for a stage, and tell us lesser boobs how they think we should live. How majestic of their royal flaming jackholishnesses.

If Congress wants to revoke permission for Leftists to own guns and declare the DNC a terrorist group, we can talk about making society safer for everyone.