As guessed in comments last week, the other Elvis tribute song. And I never saw the original music video for this when it came out, but in it, Allanah Myles looks exactly like one would imagine, based on the vocals on the radio. If you're going to be a one-hit wonder, do it like this. If you please.
Conspicuous by its absence: Any mention of who commits crime disproportionately, who's soft on crime, or which party has run Philly (into the ground) for years.
Turns out we have been building one, for some time, and the 57 miles constructed just adjacent to San Diego (for the long-term retarded out there, just one of numerous similar builds underway, not the sole effort) is already helping there. Like you'd expect.
That's 57 miles where you can't just walk in. Where 1 guy watching miles has time, if you try, to call in back up to pounce on you. Where you can't cut through. Where you can't bring in 80# backpacks full of dope. Where a herd of 100 doesn't get through, including 10 guys who don't quite look like wetbacks, and are carrying Korans and prayer rugs.
For reference, the entire CA border with Mexico is only around 200 miles.
Imagine how much it's going to suck for Mexico, and their cartels, when there's 2200 miles of it, from the Gulf to the Pacific.
They might have to attempt the novel (for them, since ever) approach of unf**king their own hosed up country, instead of using the U.S as an economic tampon for their failed socialism, and then importing their misery here out of desperation.
And every time you shovel another load of illegals formerly here back over, they won't be able to just return the next day anymore.
What a concept:
Plug the leaks, then bail out the boat.
Almost like the people (including this blog) who tell you "Walls work" know what they're talking about or something.
Snare wire rolls. Nota bene, Gentle Reader, I did not say "a snare". Or even two snares.
Germane-to-the-topic exchange at Mountain Warfare Training Center:
"I put out a snare, Sergeant!"
"Well, gee sir, that's really nice. Now go put out 20 more, and you might get one scraggly squirrel or rock marmot to eat before next Christmas. Your choice. It's a long evolution out here. Carry on, sir."
I mention that because it happens all the time. The dotMil, in all incarnations, even packs one or two snares, steel, in their aircrew survival kits. With a spiffy soft metal locking link, in case you get some action. Dumbasses who've never used them think two is enough.
Not hardly. Try 20-50. If you actually want to eat. Consider the number required for a single squirrel pole, of which you should try 3-4, or maybe 9 or 10, if that sort of game is on the menu:
If you live in suburbia, I highly recommend practicing with this.
Just not if you have cats. And NOT in the front yard, m'kay?
Check local laws and requirements for a hunting/trapping license too.
So you need a lot of snare wire, just for one proper pole. A snare, singular, isn't going to get it done. Ever.
Second problem. Those spiffy issue snares are made of steel. In the white. Wanna know what their lifespan is in a survival kit, even in a dry climate? Fifteen years, at which point they'll be a rusty circle of worthless shit. (Ask me how I know.) Don't even ask about in a near-ocean salt air or high-humidity climate, in which it's probably measured in months. You can oil them, which spooks game. You can use animal oils and grease. Which stinks like sh*t in your gear. Or you can use things other than the issue white steel. Things that don't rust out.
Stainless is always a good choice. You can find (and I have them) 2-3' stainless leaders in the BassPro angling aisles, that make great snares for anything up to probably raccoon and beaver-sized prey.
You can even buy some really splendiferous pre-made snares from the few remaining trapping companies that PETA hasn't driven out of existence.
Both options are rather spendy, however. And you should know how to make your own snares, with no hardware, or fancy catches, from scratch. You may be working from salvaged wire from any number of sources (vehicles, etc.), which likelihood is much higher than having a survival kit with two dozen game snares of all sizes with pre-made locking links.
A brighter choice, therefore, is to go to the hardware store, and get spools of wire that won't rust: Brass. Copper. Aluminum. Or green coated floral garden wire. Which last is the cheapest thing you'll find, and the most bang for the buck. Strength and durability is always a function of price and your desire.
Unless you're thinking of trying for deer and such, you're aiming at squirrel to rabbit sized prey. So 20-26 gauge wire will suffice. If you want more strength, braid it, like any other line. Or buy stronger wire. Generally, thicker gauge equals shorter amount on spool. So read the labels.
More strength, fewer snares. Buy more wire, make more snares.
Need a bomb-proof tightening wire?
Take one end. Roll the wire around a small diameter roundish piece of wood (twig, pencil, etc.) two times, leaving several inches left over. Take it off the stick. Take the additional length, and twist it around the wire before the double loop. Don't crush or tighten the double loop. Put the running end through the double loop. That's your won't-loosen locking loop. Make the loop the correct size for the game you seek. Anchor the other end appropriately.
When Bre'r Rabbit or Bre'r Squirrel goes in, it tightens on itself, locks up the snare loop, and won't let go. If you anchored the other end securely, and found your catch before some other predator, dinner is served.
The spool above will get you plenty of snares. A few such spools, minimum, is the correct amount. They also make, or can make, leaders for toothier prey on fishing line. And trip wires for deadfalls, spring snares, etc. You can also use military trip wire spools, which come in green and yellow.
The mil-surp stuff can be had usually for about $1/roll, in endless quantities. And it's not just for flares and land mines, okay?
(You can always paint your brass, copper, or aluminum wires, but it has to be done unrolled, then allowed to dry thoroughly before re-rolling. I would rather get blackened anodized aluminum, or other pre-coated options, but I may not have as much time to watch paint dry as you do.)
You can catch anything with a head or feet with a big and strong enough snare. But only if you have enough. (And then, a way to dispatch the prey from a distance that isn't strangled, without becoming a meal yourself.)
Snare wire rolls, kids. Not *a* snare or two. Survival is hungry work.
You irrepressible commie halfwits think you've got the cards. You're the idiot talking tough with the shotgun in your hand, and you're about to get comeuppance. In Louis L'Amour's memorable phrase, you're about to have your meathouse torn down. With a mere couple of nutbags (mainly your own nutbags, nota bene) doing what nutbags do, you imagine you've got enough pull now to leverage your way into more asinine abridgments of the Constitution.
You haven't, you won't, and you really, really need to knock it off.
I remind you of this while you've got your limbs and most of your teeth all still attached.
We're really not kidding.
You've had all the slices of our cake you're ever getting.
Step. AWAY. From the table.
STFU, keep your hands in plain sight, and walk away, and you might live through this.
And for the cynical timid souls on the other side suffering from Stockholm Syndrome and normalcy bias, desist.
Re-think.
Heller and McDonald, and the appellate decisions that set that table, are now settled black-letter law, and everyone who cares knows that. In their bones.
You cannot unring that bell.
And ammo is as much a part of "arms" in the 2nd A. as the guns themselves, so that dog won't hunt either.
People in CA watched one lone lunatic, Dorner, tie this state up from Oregon to Mexico, for a week...for one rogue ex-cop.
The CHP wasn't writing any tickets, because every cruiser was sitting on a freeway onramp, looking for him to show up. The paper-tiger LAPD was shooting at anything that moved, they were so fearful of the wrath of just one guy, and not a very bright one at that. (Which made it a fair fight, in the end.)
So the limits of your actual power are now common knowledge, even in the bluest states.
A lot of people thought we'd be facing ramped up anti-gun legislation long before now, because Shrillary and the Clinton Family Crime Syndicate looked like a shoe-in...until she wasn't.
And serious people were ready, then, to open the ball you're itching for now.
If TPTB were to decide they could set the last vestiges of the Constitution on fire, there's more than a few that would take it upon themselves as a point of honor, not to wait cowering inside their homes, but to go out hunting OPFOR, 24/7/365. And they'd get more than one scalp apiece.
Two lunkhead "snipers" in D.C. tied the District up for a month, and none of their shots over 100 yards. What do you suppose will happen when the people involved can hit their targets at 600 yards all the live long day?
Twenty such would turn this country on its head.
A hundred would mean guerrilla war and martial law.
A thousand such, and it's a war that Team Oppression will never win.
(Afghanistan ring a bell? Vietnam? Stop me if you've heard this one...)
And the conservative odds are that once it started, it wouldn't stay twenty, a hundred, or a thousand. It would be a million. Maybe several.
We barely have that many full-time military troops in the Army and Marines combined, right now, and were those troops to join in, they'd be attrited to nothing in a season or two, at the outside. And if they ever opened fire on anyone, they'd just swell the ranks of the insurgency a thousandfold, with every volley.
Not to mention a non-zero number who would switch sides at the first opportunity.
The military you think you'll use wouldn't be a force, it would be a resupply point.
Public officials would be in hiding.
And at that point, government ceases to function, or exist, in any real sense.
Once you have open warfare, you don't have any America to save any more.
All you Leftards have is B.S. and bluster, and that never even won a playground fight, let alone a shooting war.
And most of the people you'd be facing have seen the elephant already, and been in shooting wars, real ones, not Antifa airsoft cosplay slapfights, nor the likes of Pete Williams and Shrillary remembering that time they parachuted into combat on a flying unicorn under sniper fire with the 82nd Airborne.
They already know what they're doing, they have their logistics on their closet shelf, and they'll take Leviathan apart with millions of bites, the same way ants eat an elephant.
This is not a zipper you ought to pull, but if you do, what falls on you after is going to be so awesomely terrible that you'll stare in wonderment, right up until it smacks the ever-loving shit right out of your heads, and kills you with as much compassion as a bulldozer running over maggots.
All it needs is a single match, and your side is the one flicking lighters in a room full of gasoline and gunpowder.
Now is not the time to bet on things going like they always went.
It's not headed that way, and the physics of what will ensue guarantee the pieces won't even come back after the explosions in the same time zone.
In short, minions of Leftardia and Stupidia, you have blundered into a minefield, on a pogo stick.
Stop what you're doing, tiptoe out, and pray to whatever deity you think appropriate that you get away with your skins.
Because if you insist on pushing your revolution, you're going to get the war of which you cannot grasp, and the results of which you cannot even conjure in your wildest fever-swamp nightmares.
And your opponents, who've been stacking in supplies and loading magazines, are shifting from backing away, and hoping the fight you long for doesn't come, and instead coming to a feeling of thinking it's about time to roll up their sleeves, and end you.
Not your party.
Not your progressive communist utopia. You. For all values of that word.
Every goddamned traitorous last one of you. Followed by your spouses, your children, your pets, your semi-domesticated illegal alien hordes, your schemes, your putrescent institutions, your metastasizing socialist programs, and every festering vestige of pustulence you've spewed onto a country you do not understand, didn't build, and over which you and yours will never rule.
Your pendulum is out of gas (and had you the wit, you might have noticed that in 2016, and gone home to pout quietly until you could function in polite society), and the pushback if you dare it, is going to be measured in megadeaths, if not actually megatons. Stalin, Mao, Fidel, and Pol Pot all had it your way. Look for those scales to be balanced, at your expense, in the upcoming sportiness you really do not want, and cannot comprehend.
And if the Deplorables you misunderestimated ever set out to do that, in earnest, people will talk about you and your fate for millennia, the way they talk about Carthage after the Third Punic War now.
You are running out of chances, and your continued efforts in the service of igniting that fuse are rapidly transitioning, in saner minds, from being a bug in the system, to being a feature of it, and a consummation devoutly to be wished.
Democracy is two wolves and a sheep voting on what's for dinner.
But we aren't in a democracy, and never have been. A fact of which your Common Core miseducation has left you blissfully clueless.
We are and always have been a constitutional republic, which notes that the sheep hereabouts may be armed, lest the wolves forget the limits of their franchise.
And lest you misunderstand that reality, what's going on the menu if you continue to agitate beyond your bounds, is you.
I'm not an Elvis fan, in pretty much any way whatsoever. Dated music, from before my time, and the only recollection I have of him was a fat slob far beyond overweight in a jumpsuit, long past his prime, trying to resurrect a career now distantly in his own rear view mirror; and then checking out while grunting out the mother of all opiate constipation turds, while high on pretty much every drug know to man. Not my idea of any sort of idol. More of a punchline than anything else.
But a couple of songs about him long after he passed, like Marc Cohn's tribute to him, absolutely rings, and I love ever bar of it. Much like Don Mclean's American Pie, I suspect this song will outlast and outshine its nominal subject.
"Tell me, are you a Christian, child?" "Ma'am, I am tonight!"
Senator Kneepads is about to get an education on delusional grandstanding.
“I also have as part of my background and experience working on this issue, when I was attorney general [of California], and we put resources into allowing law enforcement to actually knock on the doors of people who were on two lists — a list where they had been found by a court to be a danger to themselves and others and another list where they were precluded and prohibited from owning a gun because of a conviction that prohibited that ownership,” she added.
Harris commented that she would send law enforcement door-to-door to confiscate guns from illicit people.
“Those lists were combined and then we sent law enforcement out to take those guns, because, listen, we have to deal with this on all levels, but we have to do this with a sense of urgency and we have to act. Enough with the talk,” she said.
Let's be clear here, if you're a felon in possession, or you've failed a court hearing on your sanity, with counsel present on both sides, I have no problem with this. That's what actual due process looks like. But Sen. Kneepads isn't talking about that. Those people should have ALREADY had their guns taken away. She's talking about doing this with "Red Flag" laws, which violate all constitutional and common law, and every rule of jurisprudence going back to before Magna Carta. (Common Core grads, look it up.)
That illegal abomination of ideas is going to get Officer Friendly a face full of buckshot, and he'll deserve it, every single time. And I hope it happens, until the cops wise up and tell the poiticians they're under arrest for violating everyone's civil rights.
Because if you try this, just like terrorists with box cutters on planes, you get a one-time 90-minute head start on this kind of egregious sh*theadedness in America, then everyone's onto the new rule changes, pushback begins, and we start stacking them all up like cordwood. Eventually, for sport.
They can run raids like that once. Maybe twice.
By the third wave, everyone knows the game, and it's open season on everyone of them, forever, and the only way to tap out is quit and change sides, or die.
By Day Three or Four, people have staked out their station houses, and they're getting picked off as they enter and leave. (Say, Officer Friendly, how many days MREs do you have stockpiled at the station house? Just curious.)
Then they go after their families, and TPTB.
Call that toss in the air.
If even 1/2 of 1% of those with guns get frisky, they're out of cops, feds, and military, in about a week, even if they take out 2 for 1 in defending themselves.
And they won't be able to put up sandbags fast enough when folks are walking onto military posts, shooting guys at the chowhall, or in front of the barracks at morning formation.
Most military posts will be locked down by their COs to stay out of things entirely, and those on the civvy side will either be leading the charges on the halls of power, or trying get to a plane or fast boat in haste.
Before that, or shortly after, by Saturday most likely, the coup happens, and Senator Kneepads is one of the first in a tumbrel cart to face Madame Guillotine. If she even makes it past 20' of wire noose and a handy lamp post.
Remember, Qaddafi was gunned down in front of a mini-mall. They didn't wait for Marquess of Queensbury Rules to kick in there either.
All that's left after that is thinning out the 100M or so who think gun grabs are a good idea, but we aren't a people that likes to fight a war twice, so that'll be next. Think Romanians and Ceaucescu. It's going to be an enthusiastic, if sloppy and brief, political realignment.
Happy Retirement Day, commie pigs!
And that's just based on popular sentiment, with no prior planning.
This is not going to go like they planned when the entire country goes all Flight 93 on them.
The look of surprise on their faces will be priceless, and the last thing that goes through their minds will likely be 158 grains of lead.
Pro Tip:
First guy to make a deck of cards of the 53 leading American Communists with the faces of their ringleaders on it, like we did with Saddam & Co., is going to be an instant millionaire.
The hardest part will be deciding who makes the cut for top tier.
Hands down, Soros should be the Joker in the deck.
Saying more might get one a visit from the Secret Service, but if mock-cutting off President Bad Orange Man's head is just boisterous free speech, then let's rock the First Amendment the other way, kids.
This was for BALTOPS, in mid-June this year. After a small crapstorm, they finally cleaned it up in August.
After sending it overseas to be the laughingstock of NATO's other navies, and the world.
There is no excuse for this whatsoever in a peacetime navy, and damned little more even if we were at war, unless it was coming back from six months' continuous service on the Murmansk convoys or something.
And if USS Rustbucket looks that bad on the outside, imagine what an unredeemed cauldron of shit it must look like on the inside. Let alone how well it functions.
Relieve the captain, march him down the gangplank in irons, then do the same for the squadron commander (COMPHIBRON 6), and the group commander (COMEXSTRKGRU 2) for dereliction of duty. And that lenient treatment only, once again, because "keelhauling" and "flogging around the fleet" are no longer countenanced in the current edition of the military Manual For Courts Martial. Gawd, how standards have slipped since they went all soft on this behavior.
Then make every officer and CPO on that ship each write "I will not sail out of port in a rusty bucket of shit." 10,000 times, on a blackboard, non-stop until completion or collapse, or else voluntary surrender their promotion and commissioning warrants, and retire on the spot, for cause, in lieu of a general court martial.
Then park that tub of shit pierside at Norfolk, and set all hands, both onboard that ship and assigned to the base proper, to rust and paint detail, around the clock, until it looks like a Navy ship of the line, rather than a pirate mothership from the Horn of Africa, or something left floating in the head after the plumbing has broken down.
If they need to do that with every other ship in the Navy, in a conga line, so be it, until they stop sending ships to sea looking like they're departing on their final voyage to be scuttled.
This is like Naval Operations 101 stuff, and yet we've got alleged leaders with 20+ years commissioned and non-commissioned service who can't grasp it.
It's a good thing the current Navy has nearly one admiral for every commissioned ship, and they still look like this. Not that that's a flagrant waste of taxpayer dollars or anything.
If the Navy is so hard up for maintenance, perhaps all those soon-to-be cashiered JAGholes from NRSW formerly persecuting SEAL team members can be reassigned to paint details while they await the processing of their paperwork for either enforced or early separation. It would do them, and the Navy, a world of good.
Regarding Comments about how this was manpower, over-utilization, etc. etc. blah blah blah:
Excuses are like @$$holes: everyone has one and they're all full of $#!^. There are many reasons for a ship of the line, even a gator freighter, looking like a rusty $#!^bucket on the Zambezi River garbage packet, but there's NO excuse for this.
If those squids (and anyone serving aboard her is a squid, not a sailor) had time to eat, crap, and sleep, they had time to chip and paint. They failed to do so for months. Thus the harshest punishments should be doled out to that shit's (not a typo) officers and CPOs. They're leadership fuck-ups, deserve 0.0 pros and cons, and there's no excuse that suffices for that.
If the ship is short on maintenance funds, maybe a couple of weeks on bread and water at all mealtimes for all hands will magically loosen up funds for paint and brushes. Start that policy in the wardroom and the goatlocker, and you'd be amazed how fast the crew will turn to.
After that, a command inspection of the inside of USS RUSTBUCKET, from bilge to radio mast tip is in order.
The fleets should also start awarding a red "F" for fuck-up, to be painted in the same place and same size the "E" goes currently, to the worst ships in each fleet, worn as a badge of shame until the next annual awards, and with every foul-up in every rate all transferred onto the ship, and anyone showing merit transferred out.
It's the same reason Gen. Savage detailed his deadweight former XO to command the B-17 "Leper Colony".
No problem.
Just declare Kabul an IED-Free Zone, require a full background check for purchasing Semtex, and pass a ban on suicide bombing, and that should fix it immediately, and forever.
Author, frequent commenter, and blogger in his own right OldNFO had some thoughts yesterday regarding the hoopla and frenzy over two f**ktards and the inevitable Dumbocrat blood-dancing following their escapades:
"I would have a different proposal, do away with gun laws! Train everyone how to use them, once they pass a mental evaluation and background check, they are allowed to buy and carry whatever their heart desires. Constitutional carry…"
OldNFO is a good guy. His blog is a regular stop, and he's generally a thoughtful and sensible guy, and make no mistake about it, very pro-2A.
But I have a teeny weenie issue with that proposal as stated.
To wit:
Which other constitutionally protected natural rights mentioned in the BoR should require a doctor's note before kicking in?
Freedom of speech?
Freedom of religion?
Freedom of assembly and association?
Right to jury trial?
Right to no cruel and unusual punishment?
Right to no double jeopardy?
Right to not be required to quarter soldiers in your house?
Just curious where and why you'd draw that line...
If I say I don't want soldiers in my house in peacetime, does that make me therefore crazy, and thus unfit to exercise that right??
Captain Yossarian called.
All he said was: "That's some catch, that Catch-22."
"It's the best there is!"
Anybody who would try to put a doctor's note between me and natural rights should be placed on a permanent mental health incarceration hold for 72 years, or until such time as the delusional state completely passes.
Failing that, should anyone try and enforce it, I'll be happy to arrange a meeting for them with 72 virgins.
Or was that 72 Virginians?
I forget...
Either way, it's not going to work out like you think it will.
The state doesn't get to put up a hoop - not any hoop - for anyone to jump through before deciding their constitutional rights will be granted.
Natural law rights were earned when my name was typed on my birth certificate, and I had a pulse.
End of discussion.
200M zombies killed by their governments in the last century would like a word with you...
The @$$tards proposing stupid gun law ideas don't need any help.
But a goodly number of them need a bullet to the head, and if they keep pushing, they're going to get their wishes granted.
Weaponsman conservatively estimated the number of guns in the U.S. in private hands, using actual data (with numerous blank spots) at a solid 600,000,000 guns. Not 200M. Not 300M.
And every owner probably has 25-1000 (or more) rounds of ammunition per piece, which puts rounds of ammunition available in the stratosphere.
The people who think they're going to ban guns , and follow through on that cunning plan, are going to get a headache that will make the Irish Troubles look like a church picnic egg toss.
And when it's over, we'll be 150M Americans short of current numbers, and no one left alive who'll be in favor of banning everything.
So except for the regrettable rivers of blood that plan will occasion, maybe it's time to open that ball, and get down to the rat-killin'.
The humble zip tie ( AKA cable tie) always punches well above its weight. A bag of 50-100 4"-6" weighs only a few ounces, but replaces yards of cordage and does many other tasks as well or better. They come in a wide range of lengths, strengths, and colors, from day-glo to near invisible. They come in nylon plastic, Velcro, and metal. You can even find re-useable ones, rather than single-use. The heavier-duty ones stand in for handcuffs, and frequently do.
Eight of them, two per corner, will lash thumb-thick sticks together to make a frame for a tarp* or poncho*. No fumbling with knots and wet cord as the temperature is dropping; just plug and pull and you're in business. Half a dozen more, and your poncho* or grommeted tarp* stays where you put it indefinitely on that same frame. Odds are the wind would rip the material before the tie fails.
If you were smart enough to replace bootlaces with parachute cord,* you can pull that out, and replace them with single or paired zip ties, and make your footwear into slip-ons. Now you've got 12' of free paracord, and your footwear still stays on.(You can never have enough cordage.)
If a pack, strap, or other LBE linkage fails, you can replace the connection with zip ties.
Many high-speed low-drag units specifically removed all the metal failure-prone ALICE metal clips from LBE, and replaced them with zip ties, which were non-metallic, lighter, stronger, and more secure than what they replaced. Some people still do that with MOLLE gear. You can too, and you don't even have to go to Ranger School or SFAS to do it.
You can take a pair of the sturdier ones to lash hooves or feet together for game kills, for easier toting.
They can even stand in as ad hoc snare* loops, as is.
They can be used for emergency hose clamps. The metallic ones can even replace hose clamps, as long as you have spares, and a method/tool for cutting them.
Lightweight. Versatile. Multi-use.
The acme of any survival implement. They probably belong in your kit and car if they aren't there already.
*The Sergeant Major notes "You will see this material again."
It's long past time the idiot savants proposing more freedom restrictions, that have never worked, recalled from the education they blithely ignored, that the biggest school massacre (45 dead) in U.S. history wasn't accomplished with any sort of firearms, but rather with dynamite, nearly a hundred years ago, in Michigan, and at a time when it was completely legal to go down to the hardware store and purchase machine guns, cash, and carry out, in about two minutes. So much for easy access to guns being the problem, then or ever.
(Proof, if you desired such, that historical facts to Leftards are like kryptonite to Superman, as Larry Elder frequently notes.)
You'll never stop deranged lunatics from killing scads of people, because they can. Especially not by banning one object in their arsenal. They'll poison people, with things they can pick by the side of the road; they'll set the buildings on fire ( Wait, geniusii, you thought you were going to ban fire...?!?! ), they'll run them over with trucks. Or whatever is to hand. It's just what they do. Like rabid dogs, kill them where found. Recidivism drops to 0%, and you dissuade a legion of would-be copycats.
The two most recent shootings, about which there's an unwarranted fuss on absolute grounds, pale into utter insignificance beside the weekly and annual combined toll of death and destruction that is Chicongo, every day for years. With hardly a peep from anyone, let alone the Party Organ Media jackholes. And then there's the Baltimorons. Detroitistan. The District of Corruption. Atlanta. And on and on.
Overwhelmingly, the problem areas are run by totalitarian Democrats, from coast to coast, (and invariably, with the most draconian anti-gun laws they can pass, yet the worst crime in the nation, and they can't figure out the exact correlation), and we're still shoveling trainloads of tax money into the furnace for the idiotic LBJ boondoggles called "The Great Society" and "The War On Poverty".
They didn't work. They never could. They just made things orders of magnitude worse. Exactly as designed. This is why Communism is a non-starter with a pragmatic people. And why they keep trying to import enough ignorant illiterate jackasses from Shitholias and Trashcanistans to overwhelm the common sense population demographically, and vote it into being. Hot Tip, Leftards: We see the bunny up your sleeve.
It didn't make society great, poverty is still winning (because it's caused by stupid life choices, not lack of means, and to fix stupid, you need a bigger hammer, not a hammock), and crime in this country is >gasp!< a function of race, culture, and stupidity, not poverty.
Crime went down in the Depression. The real criminals had their heyday in the boom times of the Roaring Twenties, under Prohibition and easy virtue. The celebutard criminals of the Thirties were, then exactly as now, mainly oddballs and media creations to sell papers at flagging yellow-sheet rags.
Crime in this country amongst strictly whites is lower than it is in Belgium, and among non-Hispanic whites, it's lower than crime in Lichtenstein. (Common Core grads, look it up.) Barrios and ghetto 'hoods produce most of the crime in this country, most of the criminals, and most of the victims. Mass shooters in general, and criminal white people overall, are both as rare as hen's teeth in relative and absolute terms, and always have been.
The only thing "Diversity for its own sake" strengthens is that class, the prison industry, and the metastasized police state we all decry, from cop to judge, and everyone in between, including the indispensable instruments, the perps.
Look no farther than Europe to see who's doing all the criminaling, including making Stockholm the rape capital of Europe. That's not being done by Abba fans, but rather, by hordes of unnamed Worthy Oriental Gentlemen. You could look it up.
Nota bene: That is not, racist fucktards, saying that all black or brown people are therefore criminals.
It's saying until you address root causes in those communities of why they think crime is a winning idea, you won't fix it. Poverty is not a root cause. A culture of stupidity, lawlessness, and learned helplessness is.
A great start would be honesty about who and where the criminals really are, and making crime not pay off, primarily by making its pursuit, apprehension, and draconian punishment a greater priority than is subsidizing welfare queens and single mothers, and driving fathers out of the picture, exactly as the entire government was warned would happen when the topic came up, by an earnest young 1964 Democrat bureaucrat (before that condition involved ritual cerebral mutilation and lobotomization by the party and its apparatchiks) in the Department of Heath, Education, and Welfare named Daniel Patrick Moynihan (back when it wasn't considered knee-jerk Raaaacissssssss! to refer to them, even in print by Democrat leadership, as "negroes").
So much for income redistribution as a solution.
There is also no law, or group of laws you can pass to end crazy people. But you can end the ones you catch, with a rope or bullet (or, if you're squeamish, a needle). And you could start putting the violent ones and violence-prone back into lifelong institutionalized care, rather than roaming free-range crazy, while decent folks are forced to live behind barred windows and vault doors instead. If only for the novelty of the idea in the last two generations. Letting them run free and loose hasn't worked for one minute either, and it's another failed Liberal Stupidity Policy (but I repeat myself) that needs to be abandoned, and with vigor.
And you can stop giving them fame beyond Ludicrous Levels, and stop analyzing and glorifying their last public act of insanity, under the guise of pushing more socialist totalitarianism down our throats, for our own good.
“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.” - C.S. Lewis
And you could stop subsidizing fatherless welfare moms with seven children from six baby daddies tomorrow. Allow one set check amount for one child, and cut welfare to a fraction, where the amount is the same as number of out-of-wedlock births. I.e. someone with 2 fatherless bastards gets 1/2 that amount, someone with 3 gets 1/3rd, someone with 5 gets 1/5th, etc. In a generation, that number will be 2%, not 99%, of the target population.
Then, stop importing people here (legally and illegally) from Third World shitholes, and let Adam Smith's Invisible Hand of the capitalistic marketplace drive native employment and wages for actual, productive labor through the clouds. For those that will work, anyways; the rest are shiftless wastrels, for whom there should be a simple choice between unrelieved poverty, or chain gangs. But not so much as a dime of public largesse.
Income redistribution schemes are always corrosively idiotic, and lead to Somalia, Cuba, and Venezuela like gravity makes rocks fall off mountains. This is Econ 101 stuff.
Trying real Communism, Moar!, Harder!, Faster!, is going to get you gun violence like it's 1939. You don't want to open that ball, unless you have a death wish, on both a personal and a civilizational level.
And we have a Bill of Rights to warn the thoroughgoing morons in government (that would be ALL of them):
"You fucktards can't touch this!". Ever!
Democracy is a mob, always has been, and the Founders knew this in their bones. We're a republic, not a democracy, and tinkering with the original blueprints has only fucked us harder and faster, and it gets worse every time they tinker with a successful original blueprint.
Persisting in the delusion that something needs monkeying with, by people 60-80 IQ points stupider than the original authors, gets you craptastic Hollywood movies, and the abomination that is our current Leviathan government.
But if you really want the guns, you're going to get them.
Bullets first.
Hand to God on that.
Call that toss in the air. We'll be loading magazines. MOLON LABE, bitchez.
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