Gahhh!

 

Killing 6+ hours of my life I'll never get back to get my...46th and 47th bi-annual recertifications in bringing people back from the dead. Just in case I'd forgotten it since last week, when it was for real. Posting today may resume if I don't suffer Death By Powerpoint by early afternoon, local time.

This sort of mandatory nonsense should be a 30-minute online video game with UHD graphics, with a video made by John Cleese called How Not To Kill People, not a day-killing circle jerk doing it the same way it's been done since the 1980s. FFS. By 5 minutes into the pre-course assessment online, I was ready to hunt the test designer down, and strangle him with his own ripped out intestines. I may still do that, for extra credit.

Pre-tests where the information alleged to be correct is contradicted by the current course textbook in my hand, required for the course, FTW. Maybe if the people who designed the tests actually knew their own material, it would be a help to them.

Much like performing mayhem upon them for not being any such proficient would be a help to me.

Perhaps we can meet in the middle, and I could just beat them half to death.

This is going to be a looooooooong day...

Meet "Italian" Gillligan: Diversity Is Our Strength



Not his actual truck. Just his actual attitude.

This is part of why Kung Flu has shut Italy down.
No, really.

They're still digging for Patient Zero there (good luck with that), but this is one potential Typhoid Mary there among several possibilities, at last reports.

Because some people in any crowd are this stupid.

Now, look around your neighborhood, your office, your kids' school, etc., and find the Special Bright Light geniuses.
Make your self-quarantine plans accordingly.


Maybe it's just me, but if someone so much as coughs uncovered in a store, I want to reach for a heavy bludgeon, to teach them current etiquette.
And yes, within a week or two, you'll have to assume it's everywhere.
Sincere best wishes after that point, especially if you do anything involving customer contact. I think you'll be getting some time off, without pay, in short order.

Stop Me If You've Heard This One...



Go to the linked pdf to see this readable. Warning: May induce nausea.

Oh, the whole COVID-19 Kung Flu thing keeps on getting better.
CDC COVID-19 Quarantine Algorithm

Per CDC, unless the person of interest is actually direct from Hubei, China, or a healthcare worker exposed to someone proven by laboratory test to have COVID-19, the risk is assumed to be moderate to nothing.

A person from here, and who was infected by someone else here, who could have full-blown Kung Flu any day now, is dictated by this asinine algorithm to present NO INDENTIFIABLE RISK(!!). "The Great and Powerful Oz Has Spoken!"

No, really.

This happy horseshit from the same @$$clowns who told you in 2014
"Ebola will never get here"
"If it gets here, we can handle it"
"Any hospital with isolation can do this".

When you keep asking retards the same questions, it's a mark of insanity to expect different results.
And when you're banging your head against the wall, it feels so good to stop.
As I told you in the Gilligan Effect comments, the solution to the castaways' ongoing problem is simply to kill Gilligan in S1E1.

The CDC is apparently populated entirely by Gilligans.



Kabuki Psuedosecurity Theater.
You have to admire the chutzpah of people doing spot checks for
fever for a disease that sometimes doesn't present with fever, and
has a 2-14 DAY latent incubation stage. Almost like they were
deliberately TRYING to spread the infection worldwide within
 a couple of months.

See how long before this inescapable problem bears permanent, ongoing fruit.

(80/20 CDC stands for "C**ks**kers Dumber than Clowns".)

PSA: The Ten Essentials

For the seven people who read this blog, and the 8 billion who don't, who don't know what The Ten Essentials are, we provide the following list as a public service:

Ten Essentials: The Classic List

1. Map
2. Compass
3. Sunglasses and sunscreen
4. Extra clothing
5. Headlamp or flashlight
6. First-aid supplies
7. Firestarter
8. Matches
9. Knife
10. Extra food

We bring this up, because of stories like this one over at Zero's blog, better titled: "Darwinian Selection Thwarted Again", and a reminder that anyone who ventures off the paved road into the bushes so much as ten feet, who doesn't have these items or equivalent on their person as a matter of course is not "sort of a survivalist", but rather, exactly a jackhole moron, best used as a food supplement for apex predators. No, really.

It should be noted that of the above list, the Nitwit Couple in question possessed exactly zero items on it, per all accounts. And they live in the Bay Area. Now, see if you can guess why Nancy Pelosi keeps getting re-elected there.

We further share that we do not even venture to so much as Disneyland, from which we could walk home if necessity presented itself, without all ten items on our person (yes, even the knife; there are ways, gentle readers ;) ). Let alone travels farther afield than that.

{For the Moron Posse, this is just the Ten Essentials, not the Everything-You-Need Ultimate Survival Kit For Bugging Out Forever. If this is news to you, you're not tall enough for this post. We note again, this in in reference solely to the Nitwit couple above, who possessed not one single item of it, not for surviving the Zompocalypse after falling off your sled in the Iditarod. FFS, get a clue.}

And we further point out that you may rely on this testimony that while watching the video of search and rescue drones retrieving this pair of nitwits from the clutches of a NorCal dayhike that started out as a three-hour tour, our most fervent wish for the pair was not "how wonderful that they were found alive", but rather

"Put them back! Mother Nature isn't finished with them yet!"

Don't Be Those Guys.



UPDATE:
We love it when perennial troll morons pathetically try to sharpshoot our wisdom, by posting their idea of a "better" picture, and predictably does another epic faceplant:

Word To Your Mother, Cub Scout:

Our picture was illustrated by an assemblage of gear from REI, a high-end outdoors chain that supplies things like expeditions to Mt. Everest and such, as well as millions of hardcore outdoors enthusiasts, and contains the exact Ten Essentials (and then some) proven over decades by The Mountaineers, who have promulgated the very concept of Ten Essentials since Ever.
Your gear was sourced from Wal-Mart, entirely from the cheap China-made schlock they retail.

The GPS in our picture is better (and pricier) than the entire contents of your "better" picture, and the SOL space blanket in our sourced pic will outlast the tarp and backpack in yours. And if you tried looking at our picture, you will note that it has, indeed, "multiple sources of combustion". I posted the picture because it is the exact Ten Essentials (plus a couple of extras) . (You could have looked it up yourself, if only you could follow links.)  Not because it's the Everything-You-Need Ultimate Survival Kit. This is Strawman Fallacy stuff for mid-level morons. So much for brilliant analysis from the Halfbright Scholar of the Great White North.

I make this blog look easy because I'm far beyond your 23 IQ points.
Go back to telling us that hobby drones will never be weaponized, because it's unpossible.
And stop making it so darned easy to point out your foolisheness. I hate always being the one to kick the retard. And it always takes twice as long to explain things to the Short-Bus Kid. I wish that didn't always turn out to be you, with a tedious predictability, but it is. Over and over again.

Meantime, don't quit your day job, Homer. And enjoy the extra blog-looks you'll get for free just for being Comedy Relief. Again.

Can I Get An "Amen"?

Courtesy Card

In other news this weekend, SCOTUS Associate Justice Ruth Vader Ginsburg was taken to the hospital, presumably where Death was arriving shortly to collect his due, but after Ginsburg flashed her Courtesy Get-Out-Of-Hell-Free Card from Beelzebub, and her copy of her compact with His Infernal Majesty, signed by Satan himself, Death, yet again, had to return empty-handed, leaving Ginsburg to alight her broomstick and return to her castle with flying monkey escorts.

She's too high up for anyone to SWAT her, but perhaps someone might gin up credible tweets from her purporting to have the goods on Fat Bill and Shrillary, to induce another mysterious case of Arkancide.

Maybe next time...

Damn You, Palpatine!

Vader Lives!



Satan's gotten rooked on his deal with her, and I'm pretty sure
she's giving protection money to the vultures too.

Don't get the wrong idea. We wouldn't wish a death from cancer on anyone, not even Ruth Vader Ginsburg.

But we heartily wish she'd see the futility in trying to cling to the post until she keels over in her pudding one morning, and take retirement, to enjoy her few remaining years giving libtarded lectures to future cat ladies at such reliable lunitariums as Barnhard, Wellesley, and Smith colleges. We still have two female progtard fruitcakes (but I repeat myself) for her to hand the torch to on the court, and after all, how can anyone ever miss her if she won't leave?

Not for nothing is there never a mirror in the room with her; rumor has it she casts no reflection in one.

The State Of Stupidia

Warning: Smarter than actual sales help.
Hole in head optional.

Myself, at the local chocolatier's establishment yesternight:
"I'd like half a dozen thingamajigs, please."

Retarded Minion of Stupidity employed by said chocolatier:
"How many thingamajigs would you like?"

Myself:
"Half a dozen, please."

Retarded Minion, now looking thoroughly bumflustercated:
"Um...how many would that be?"

Myself, thankful that Retarded Minion is juuuuuust barely beyond range of a polite roundhouse slap to the side of the head sufficient to loosen fillings:
"That would be six thingamajigs, please."

Retarded Minion, flooded with obvious relief at being freed from further mathemagical distress and consternation:
"Ah!...Yes, six, got it."

Gobsmacked: Not only an actual thing, but frequently also the solution to the problem.

The bill for the thingamajigs was then announced as $6.96, whereupon I handed her a $5 bill and two singles, and I swear for a moment it looked as if she was going to have to take off her shoes to count, and failing that ploy, be forced to use her lifeline to call the engineers at NASA to correctly calculate that she owed me 4¢ in change thereof.

Which is by way of noting that she was old enough to vote, and English-fluent, but that clearly second grade mathematics had completely kicked her ass, and she should be beaten with a stout rod until she could master the fundamentals of basic math.

That the common phrase "half a dozen" baffled the blistering fuck out of her suggests that the manager there is similarly a lackwit in urgent need of a new job in either the custodial maintenance or street-level recycling industries.

Retarded Minion's (undoubtedly Common Core public education) teachers, to the last one, should be horsewhipped until their flesh is ripped off and the bones show, and then put up against a wall and shot.
Slowly, starting at the toes, and working up to more important parts.
Put in charge of the firing party, I should make them each count the rounds as they were fired.

I swear to Buddha, I'm going back there tomorrow, and if she's still employed there, I'm going to pay her with $2 bills and $1 coins, just to watch her head explode against the walls.

And these sorts of fucktards are going to get $15/hr in a couple of years?
The economy will collapse. Civilization is doomed. You read it here first.

Ron White was wrong: I can fix this kind of stupid, but you've got to allow me to use a big enough hammer.

At any rate, a couple of more of these incidents, and I'm going to abandon all civility, and start going full-on As Good As It Gets on these morons, to reduce them to tears as a policy, and sport.

Related: Peter runs into similar distress at the local hospital.

Fifteen Seconds

h/t Gun Free Zone

"Don't mess with people!
Good people have guns, and they will shoot you graveyard dead!"

Miguel, who posts a lot of good stuff every day (hint), posted a great video from YouTube, which we're stealing shamelessly.

Set Up: Fatal shooting. Polk County, FL.

Back story: rage-head ex-BF thinks his ex-GF is in an Uber driver's car (she's not, it's a totally unrelated and very drunk third party female). Jealous a-hole decides he's going to find GF in Uber car, and vows to "f**k up the Uber driver".

Which he attempts, first tailgating, then driving aggressively alongside, then cutting the guy off and forcing him to stop.

Rage Monster jumps out, with a dark object in his right hand, raises it at the Uber driver, yelling, "I've got a pistol, you want me to shoot you?!"

And catches one round in the 10-ring, stops, drops, and dies, on the spot. DRT.
(Cheers, balloons, and streamers. Civilian Marksmanship Award - First Class, and complimentary coupon for discount ammo.)

Uber driver has a valid FL CCW, the gun to make the paper worth the trouble, and oh BTW, just passed the police academy, and is waiting to be hired.

Scratch one oxygen-thieving waste-of-skin @$$hole from planet Earth. He's a good Democrat voter now.

Watch the whole video; the shooting vid starts at 9:00, and is replayed at the 10:00 mark.
Entire incident takes 15 seconds, and reax time for the Uber driver from guy getting out, to jumping up in his face making the last threats he'd ever issue in his meat suit, about 5 seconds.

Not very long to make life-and-death decisions, which is the whole point.

Nice shooting, Tex.

And the presentation, like the presenter, is four stars.
Dear Polk County FL: in Sheriff Grady Judd, who looks and sounds like anyone would want their sheriff to, all y'all have yourselves one damned fine example of law enforcement in your county, if this press briefing is indicative of the man. If there were a hundred thousand more like that, America would look a lot more like Mayberry than Mayhem, 24/7/365.

You get the feeling if he could issue commendations for citizens whacking perps, he'd hand one to the Uber driver in this case. And fast-track hiring the guy for his own organization.

Take the 12 minutes, and watch the whole thing.
It's a great story, with a familiar plot, and a very happy ending.

Great find, Miguel!

Proper Fisking Of A Proto-Sociopath

In case you were wondering, I may have altered that background just a tad, to bring it into line with reality...

Normally this piece is the sort of thing I would do, once I put on a Hazmat suit to crawl around an NYMagazine article, but Gun Free Zone has done it so well, no one else need bother.

"Hogg is not a media savant.  He is a kid that is attracted to fame and has figured out the more off the wall shit he says, the more airtime he gets.  It’s not nuance and intellect he’s known for.  He’s the anti-gun firebrand equivalent of the YouTube star eating cereal out of the bathtub she’s sitting in." - GFZ

RTWT.

From the original article:

"More immediately, Hogg needs to figure out college. He has declined an offer of admission at UC Irvine, where he might have otherwise gone, but applying to schools again this fall isn’t very appealing — he knows he tests poorly, and he doesn’t like to write." - NYMag

This is a C- student on his best day, who realizes he has no hope in Hell of competing with the average student in the UC system, and attendance at college would serve to return him to his drab, pre-fame whore existence in about 0.2 seconds: he'd be just another inadequately-prepared beta-cuck soyboy there among thousands, and once word of his middling to failing grades got out (as it would) he'd be rightly and promptly seen far and wide as the delusional yammering dipshit he really is and always will be. Which crashing reality accords poorly with his fantasies of undeserved fame, fortune, office, and yet more fame.

TL;DR?

Hogg is a sociopathic fame whore with delusions of grandeur, and he's one real-world physical beat-down from that moment of self-aware epiphany.

We'll let Inspector Calahan sum up what happens next:

Please, let the Fates decree it be soon.

Andy Warhol called for Mssr. Hogg, to let him know his fifteen minutes were up some good amount of time ago.

Once Again, Here's Your "Opioid Epidemic"

Sadly everyone survived, but the biggest dolts were emergency services and city government, and the victims were the taxpayers.

 

(DUMBSHITVILLE, CT) — As many as 46 people overdosed in the city in 24 hours — many on the Green Wednesday — as emergency crews raced to save lives and one man was arrested as a “person of interest” in the case, police said Wednesday.  

The man, whom investigators identified only as a person “believed to be connected to at least some of the overdoses,” was found in possession of drugs, police said. The man was out on parole when he was arrested Wednesday and is “known” to police, Police Chief Anthony Campbell said. 

As many as 39 people have overdosed since Tuesday evening from what is believed to be the synthetic cannabinoid K2 laced with Fentanyl, officials said. At least 24 overdoses were reported on the Green Wednesday, Fire Chief John Alston said. He said 34 people were taken to the hospital citywide and five refused treatment.

Sorry, boys and girls, and no offense to local EMS, but that isn't "saving lives", it's thwarting Darwinism.

CT hasn't legalized pot, let alone synthetic pot laced with (probably) carfentanil.

But let's go more libertarian here.

They took the drugs, let them solve the problems afterwards. If that includes offering themselves as a sacrifice to Fate, so be it.

Otherwise, you're just incentivizing misbehavior, after robbing taxpayers to do it.

That's immoral, criminal, and evil, simultaneously.

Notice there are never any large "L" Libertarians lurking around to decry the state stepping in to rescue the feckless and stupid from themselves, which shows you, yet again, that Libertarianism is merely sparse philosophical cover for people who want to get stoned (like that was ever in doubt since...ever.) They'll doubtless find time to show up to yammer about the injustice of arresting the dealer though, count on it.

The biggest tragedy for society in this case was EMS even showing up.
And it isn't as if the lefty loons there are going to charge anybody, either criminally, or financially, for what their stupidity cost the taxpayers.

So clearly, the state there is merely the expediters for illicit drug dealers and their wastrel clientele, in case anyone needed any further proof, after watching the same spectacle from coast to coast, for decades.

If actual justice and common sense were involved, the dealer would be looking at 39 counts of attempted murder, and possession and distribution of a controlled substance, facing LWOP (since CT is probably "too civilized" to give him the fine public hanging he deserves), and the "victims" would all be sentenced to working off their EMS and hospital bills on a literal chain gang, shoveling hot tar all summer, and snow all winter, by hand, from dawn to dusk, for the 2-3 years it would take at the average 30-something-cents/hr inmates "earn" in custody. If they were forced to do that time, I'd spot them the costs of room and board, eating green bologna sandwiches, in striped jumpsuits and pink underwear, and living in tents behind the county jail year around.

Funny, The Pentagram And Media Seem To Have Forgotten To Mention This...

h/t Kenny



Communist pig, now booted out of the Army on his ass. Justice!

(Breitbart)Spenser Rapone - the Army soldier who became notorious after a picture of him in his West Point uniform holding a "Communism Will Win" sign went viral - was discharged from the Army this month -under "other than honorable conditions" - according to social media postings.

Notably, neither the high-heeled panty-wearing Army brassholes, nor anyone in the lamestream news media, seems to have found the time to note the fact of the communist pig's dismissal. MAGA, baby.

And hey, congrats, Big Green douchebags, it only took you eight months to recognize the blisteringly obvious, and still manage to duck your obligations to the nation to prosecute him for multiple UCMJ violations. He should have been stripped of his commission, reverted to his last enlisted rank, busted to private and confined at hard labor for the maximum possible term of confinement. You know, like it works under nations ruled by actual law.

Still no word on the wholesale cashiering of the countless West Point cadre, and sacking the civilian professoriat and AWOL Worst Point Commandant who clearly knew of Rapone's anti-American shortcomings, yet failed to separate him from service long before his graduation, this despite multiple complaints from military faculty about what was clearly an open secret long before his graduation and commissioning.

When they note that 42 officers and professors have been fired there, they'll be on the right track.

But trying to sweep this under the rug won't work for the star-spangled perfumed Nancys running the Army right off the cliff.

And say, how about billing him for the taxpayer-paid-for education, fuckwits-nominally-in-charge? I suspect he owes the DoD about $250K. Alternatively, revoke his degree, and shred his records. No diploma, no degree. Either or.
Personally, I think he should be doing the remaining term of service in Leavenworth, breaking rocks as an E-1 private but only because he didn't manage to commit a shooting offense, despite TPTB in his chain of command having their heads shoved firmly up their own asses until social media made it unavoidably plain that this matter wasn't going to quietly disappear. Facebook 1, Army @$$holes 0.



They could kick you the F**k out, Snowflake.
No word on forcing you to repay Uncle the $250K for the education. Yet.

That's enough news for the week. I enter the weekend a happy man. 

Move Back To Wakanda

McThag brings the math spankdown.

Since you bring up reparations, OK, let's have them.
You and your kind owe 360,222 lives to us white people.
Using the national average of $37,050,000.00 for a wrongful death settlement times the number of lives sacrificed we get $13,346,225,100,000.00.

Yes, Mr Shabazz, that's more than thirteen trillion US dollars.  Got that on you?

I will even be FAIR about it and not even apply 153 years of compound interest to the equation.

But unlike McThag, I will relent on such blistering common sense, for but one option:

Anyone applying for reparations should be given absolutely free, courtesy of the US taxpayers, one business-class one-way ticket to the African sh*thole country of their choice (that would be, with no exceptions, all of them), and the transport of up to 1000 pounds of their personal goods and chattels by common ocean carrier - with the ironclad proviso that the receiver must surrender their US passport and renounce in perpetuity their US citizenship, with a mandatory 20-year time period before they would be allowed to return and re-enter the US as legal immigrants on a green card, should they subsequently change their minds, and apply to come here as foreign immigrants. (And if we happen to close our doors to all such at some point until further notice, oh well.)

The IQ of both continents would improve markedly.

How To Handle A Shakedown

h/t Kenny

Entitled race hustlers and their shysters want some of Georgetown U.'s cash:

(WASHINGTON DC) One-hundred-and-eighty years after Jesuit priests sold slaves to save Georgetown University from financial ruin, a group of descendants is calling for restitution.
The university’s president has apologized for the sale, and the school has taken steps to make amends. But Georgetown owes its existence to the money made from the sale of 272 enslaved people,

I fully agree with this suit.

Everyone who actually picked cotton, and was actually sold into slavery by Georgetown U., should immediately present their claims at trial, including birth certificates and slave Bills of Sale. Then they can explain what law was broken in 1838, and under what legal argument they deserve compensation now.

Everyone else should be kicked out of the courthouse for lack of any standing, and expiration of the statute of limitations decades ago, hard enough that their asses don't hit the ground until they clear the steps.

After being assessed and fined for their share of defendant's legal bills.

Then the lawyers who presented the suits for plaintiffs should spend some time - we're talking some weeks, not a few hours - jailed for contempt of court, to contemplate the error of wasting the court's time with this kind of judicial horsesh*t.

Pour encourager les autres.

If they are amenable to waving their Eighth Amendment rights, I would accept having them placed in unsupervised public stocks in lieu of jail, for an equal period of time, on a 1:1 basis.
IIRC, it's a little chilly in D.C. just now, but they should have plenty to eat, what with all the fruit and raw eggs that'll certainly be coming their way.

If that proves unsatisfactory to them, all the plaintiffs should be presented with their share of damages for the civil manslaughter of 364,511 who died in the Civil War, payable at once, with interest.

All such claims to be discharged immediately if they drop their claims now and for all time with prejudice, and publicly say "Thank you" in open court, for the sacrifices which allowed them to live as free men in a free country, and never darken the court's doorstep again with this hogwash.

The lawyers still do the times in jail or the stocks, either way.

If the lawyers choose jail instead of the stocks, they should be required to pick cotton by hand until such time as the judge thinks they've learned the lesson. One squawk about either option, and disbarment proceedings for frivolous lawsuits are instituted immediately against the lot.

Another RINO Tagged And Bagged

Let us observe a moment of respectful silence as we see little Jeffie Flake's political carcass stuffed and mounted on the wall of the Oval Office.

Just kidding! Good riddance to that effing weasel! Mini McCain is taking his ball and going home. Which, apparently is inside the DC Beltway, rather than, say, Phoenix or Tucson.

(REALITY,AZ) Sen. Jeff Flake on Tuesday announced he will serve out the remainder of his term but will not seek re-election in 2018. 

Republican challenger Dr. Kelli Ward recently jumped to a 26 point lead over #NeverTrump RINO Senator Jeff Flake in late August. {i.e. Ward 47%, Flake 21%}

Boo frickin' hoo. Oh, and DLTDHYITAOYWO.

And The Derp Goes On And On...

I blame the last 50 years of public education in this country.
(Cut all public schoolteachers salaries 75%, and tie future increases to SAT scores.)

Derp said: ...most every army vet knows what a 300 yard shot is and has been trained to make them and they are not easy to be accurate and this guy was shooting 400 yards with no training and nothing anchoring the gun to keep it within a range from broken out windows ?
imo, even that packed crowd didn’t look to big from 400 yards. if he really had no training, there’d be bullets all over that area, not just hitting the crowd.
something aint right.

To Whomever It May Concern:
 
Stevie Fucking Wonder could have made the shots in this case, with an AR which had its sights adjusted with a claw hammer.

Anyone who keeps derping otherwise is just spanking their naked ass with a wooden paddle and announcing what a fucktard they are in front of God and everyone. If anything, I owe an apology to the derp-tarded from lumping you in with them.

From Paddock’s suite to the near corner of the festival at ground level was 320yds; the far corner at ground level was 511 yds. That’s straight slant line, figuring his height above ground as well as the flat line distance from the corner of the Mandalay Bay to the concert festival area.

He wasn’t trying to hit a target paper bullseye at those ranges, he was trying to hit anywhere inside the assembled crowd.



Playing with GoogleEarth basic mode gives us the size of the ground-level area between the bleacher VIP seating, from the concert stage to the light poles is 50 yds wide by nearly 300 feet deep. That’s a football field, FFS. All the way to the deepest area there is double the length, and the same width: a football field wide, and two in length. For those who only passed middle school Common Core math by taking off their shoes, that’s over two mother**king acres.

And I’m not even counting the packed bleacher area, just the infield.

If we add the bleachers in too, it’s twice as wide, or 4 acres of humanity.
With 20,000 or so people there.

Playing with the Federal Ballistics Calculator, and assuming shitty, lightweight XM-193 whitebox .223 ammo for maximum unreliability and worst sensitivity to wind, and throwing in a 50MPH crosswind (no way in hell there were 50MPH winds in Vegas that night, but I’m trying to rule out the monumental bag-of-hammers stupid fucktardery it takes to even ask this question), the bullet drop would be 25″ at the nearest corner, to 60″ at the deepest corner, and the wind-induced error would be 51″ at the near corner to 162″ at the deepest corner.

So if whatever fucktard shooting had let Ray Charles put his EOTech on, never zeroed it, and used a pipe wrench and rocks to adjust it, and he just aimed at the middle of a mass of 20,000 people, on bump-fire bursts, his CEP would be 10′ high and 30′ wide at the farthest range of engagement.

While shooting an area target of bystanders in the open that measured 150′ to 300′ wide by 600′ long. This is roughly as difficult as standing at ground level at the concert site, and shooting at the entire fucking wall of glass of the Mandalay Bay Hotel Tower and trying to hit it anywhere in the top half of a 43-story building that’s over 500 feet from one end to the other.



It would be harder to miss a barn while shooting from inside it than to miss hitting that crowd.

Jeezus Fucking Christ on a pogo stick, people, if anyone whose primary language is English can’t see what an easy marksmanship problem this is, get a crowbar and sledge hammer, and see if you can, with diligent application of both, pull your fucking head out of your ass. If necessary, ask a friend or neighbor for help.

And he only got 197 hits out of a crowd of 22,000, so his batting average was an abysmal .009, which is not even 1%.

Anybody who bats like he shot is referred to in any baseball league down to T-ball as the hot dog vendor, and in most states, their driver’s license would be a white-tipped cane and a bus pass.
If you think hitting a target the size of the WWII aircraft carrier Lexington



from 300-500 yards is hard with any rifle that actually has rifling, made any time since about 1860, the wonder is that you can manage to breathe without special glasses with the words “INHALE” and “EXHALE” etched on the lenses.

If that describes you in any way, please, put down the bong, and back away from the keyboard before you hurt yourself.

Same Old Army: Batting .500 So Far

Team Red Heels marches onward!

Item One: Apparently traitor and deserter Bergdouche will be pleading guilty to desertion and misbehavior before the enemy, and avoids a military court martial trial, according to
AP:

(Pentagoof) Army Sgt. Bowe Bergdahl is expected to plead guilty soon to desertion and misbehavior before the enemy rather than face trial for leaving his Afghanistan post.

That’s according to two individuals with knowledge of the case.

They tell The Associated Press that Bergdahl will submit the plea later this month and sentencing will start Oct. 23. The individuals weren’t authorized to discuss the case and demanded anonymity.

The 31-year-old Bergdahl could face up to five years in prison on the desertion charge and a life sentence for misbehavior.

Bergdahl left his Afghanistan post in 2009 and was held captive by the Taliban for about five years. He was released in 2014 in a prisoner swap for five Taliban detainees, sparking an emotional debate about negotiating with hostage takers.

Bergdahl’s guilty plea will follow several pretrial rulings against him that had complicated his defense. Army Col. Jeffery R. Nance, the judge, decided in June that testimony from troops wounded as they searched for him would be allowed during sentencing, a decision that strengthened prosecutors’ leverage to pursue stiffer punishment.

Some of Bergdahl’s fellow soldiers want him held responsible for any harm suffered by those who went looking for him. The judge ruled a Navy SEAL and an Army National Guard sergeant wouldn’t have found themselves in separate firefights if they hadn’t been searching.

Bergdahl’s lawyers also contended that misbehavior before the enemy, the more serious charge, was legally inappropriate and too severe. They were rebuffed again. The judge said a soldier who leaves his post alone and without authorization should know he could face punishment. The misbehavior charge has rarely been used in recent decades, though there were hundreds of cases during World War II.

A sentence of life imprisonment plus five years should adequately balance what Bergdouche's actions deserve with testing the limits of military mercy.

At this point, he's lucky he wasn't simply executed, and thrown into an unmarked grave, but the hope that he'll get punched in the face daily for the rest of his life in prison would assuage any annoyance about feeding him for another 40-50 years' confinement.


Item Two: A week after it became common knowledge that 2LT Spenser Rapone was both a serving officer and a communist pig, he's still not under arrest, nor confinement, nor awaiting court martial for nearly two-dozen explicit black letter violations of the UCMJ.

But it gets better: the Army (in Ass Carter's Fabulous DoD) knew he was a communist pig douchebag, and was recommended not to graduate him from the Worst Point School For Boys, a full six months before that time. So they ignored it and commissioned him anyways. Go, Team Obozo FailArmy! 

(Moscow On The Hudson) A West Point cadet whose pro-communism messages on social media were reported to his superiors in 2015 still managed to graduate from the military academy and currently serves in the field with an Army combat team, a new report says.  

The social media activity of 2nd Lt. Spenser Rapone was concerning, retired Army Lt. Col. Robert Heffington, who taught history that year at the Academy, stated under oath, The Daily Caller reports.

“I cannot reconcile the image of a first class cadet at West Point with the things he has posted online for the world to see,” Heffington said in a written copy of the statement. “To me, these are red flags that cannot be ignored, and I fail to see how this individual can possibly graduate and become a commissioned officer in six months.”

One of the tweets Heffington was alarmed about was Rapone reportedly writing “F*ck this country and its false freedom."
“From his various online rantings and posts, it appears that DCT Rapone is an avowed Marxist, which is completely out of line with the values of this nation and its Army,” Heffington said. “He also… even implicitly justifies the actions of ISIS and blames the United States for terrorist attacks.”

In late 2015, Rapone was removed from his Ranger battalion for violating standards and graduated from the Academy the following year as a cadet. He currently is in the field with the 2nd Brigade Combat Team, 10th Mountain Division, according to the Army Times, quoting Army spokeswoman Lt. Col. Tonya Stokes. Stokes says the division is also investigating his behavior.

Dear Army: this isn't hard. You send two MPs and an officer up to him, advise him he's under arrest, and you march his ass to the stockade pending trial, where you can gather evidence and add specifications at your leisure.

FFS, even Hollywood gets this right in ten out of ten movie attempts.

Pull your fucking green heads out of your asses: Ass Carter is gone, Mad Dog Mattis is the SecDef, and you don't have to hide from the big scary Obozo administration's PC bullshit.

Arrest the sonofabitch, and convene his trial.

Given what's already public knowledge, if you start on Monday, the trial should conclude by about lunchtime that day, and he can get busy cracking rocks at Leavenworth, for the next 20 years confinement at hard labor.

Problem solved.

Blistering Irony Attack Cripples Professor Snowflake

 

(Missoula)University of Montana professor Tobin Miller Shearer, director of the African-American studies program, said he noticed something was wrong right away Thursday morning as he passed the bulletin board in the Liberal Arts building on campus.

The day before, Shearer had posted a flyer outlining a new class he is offering in the spring: “White Supremacy History/Defeat.” 

But on Thursday morning, another sign — designed to look just like Shearer’s poster — had been put up atop his, this one detailing a fictitious course “Black Nationalism History/Defeat.”

Whoever made the new flyer had copied Shearer’s layout, including the font and location of a photo, and changing the bullet points of the course objectives from ones like Shearer’s “Implement and evaluate a project to dismantle white supremacy in the U.S.” to the same line directed at “black nationalism.”

Missouligans for the win.
10 out of 10, you Magnificent Bastards!
Clearly somebody at U of MT was paying attention in English class when they discussed satire and irony, so their suspect list for the inevitable witch hunt should start with everyone who was accepted with AP placement in English.

Professor Tobin (wait...really? A Black Studies professor named Toby? Where's the hidden camera? Wait...he's white?!? OMG, call the Double Irony Police!) Shearer rising to the bait so predictably pretty much insures this is only the first time he's going to be pranked, not the last. I predict students mocking his flyers to the this point

is probable for some good number of years, times every campus in every state.

I wouldn't know anything about that. At Cal State back in the day, any flier on a bulletin board had to have the Official Stamp Of GoodThink Approval on the corner. See if you can guess which blogger you're reading spent the first couple of weeks of his first semester there making an identical rubber stamp out of a big pink eraser with an X-Acto knife, and hammering the bulletin boards at will whenever the need was felt. What I wouldn't have given for Photoshop and PageMaker back in the day when there were pay copy machines at the supermarket, and computer games came on punched paper tape.

Expect the Wizengamot of the U MT Perpetually Offended Harpies of Faux Studies And Diversity Beans to fly in on their broomsticks at the speed of heat to quash this disgusting display of creativity and spontaneous emesis of the GoodThink in play on America's college campuses, at least in a state where there are still more antelope than liberals.

 

If you think this is terrible, and want to spare Shearer the embarrassment of wetting himself in public every day for the rest of his career, you could maybe send him a single adult Depends diapers (please, new only, no used ones) at

Prof. Tobin M. Shearer

U. of Montana African American Studies

32 Campus Drive

Missoula, MT 59812 

 

He's going to need them.

I won't be holding your hand, so if the return address happens to be the college, university, or TV station nearest to you, well, that's just hard cheese, right?

 

Or you could just e-mail him your thoughts at tobin.shearer@umontanu.edu, or tobin.shearer@mso.umt.edu. Clearly, he's got too much free time on his hands anyways.

You can even give him a buzz during Wednesday officer hours 1-3PM local time at
(406) 662-8227. Bonus points if you live in MT, and pay taxes for this sort of state-sponsored nonsense.

Or, you could just remember that the key to things in the near term is local, local, local. And maybe go see what you can find on a local bulletin board - anywhere - that's deserving of some similarly clever mocking.

Everyone should have a hobby.

And those fish in the barrel aren't going to shoot themselves.

Murderer, Crook And Probably Going Right Back To Jail

Douchebag Simpson, due to be released from 9 years in a NV prison for robbery and kidnapping, has undisclosed offshore accounts, and a $100M legal judgment pending against him.

The revelation came from an audio recording stemming from the crime that got him finally put away a decade ago: 

OJ Simpson secretly hid his money in offshore bank accounts prior to being jailed for kidnapping and armed robbery, a bombshell audio recording obtained by DailyMailTV reveals.

And lawyers for the family of Ron Goldman, the friend of Nicole Brown Simpson who was murdered along with OJ's ex in 1994, believe the disgraced NFL star could have millions of dollars tucked away ready for his release on as soon as Monday. 

Simpson was famously acquitted of the double murder of Nicole and Goldman in 1995, but a civil court jury in 1997 found Simpson liable for their deaths and ordered him to pay $33.5million in damages to their families.

Enforcement lawyer David Cook, who represents Ron's father Fred Goldman, has been unsuccessfully trying to access the former star's assets ever since.

The audio tape sheds doubt on whether the 70-year-old nicknamed 'The Juice' has been truthful about his financial situation over the years.

Criminal fraud will likely land OJ straight back in jail, awaiting trial, if he ever sees free sunshine again. And criminal fraud charges could be enough to get his parole yanked, and transfer him right back to prison while this is investigated.

Boo frickin' hoo.

They should have shot his murdering ass when he ran in the first place.
Once a crook, always a crook.