Shouldn't That Be Considered Cannibalism?

Not our wiring, but illustrative of the problem. Mice (the four-legged rodent variety)
 start more house fires this way every year than arsonists do.

We finally replaced our long-serving wired mouse with one of the wireless models, albeit reluctantly. Partly because we appreciated that with a wired model, no one else could intercept (or simply interfere, even inadvertently) with our input, but mainly because we didn't have to feed it a new battery every year or two, and we're cheap like that.

Imagine our surprise at the short life of the previous finalized technology, when we discovered it had become wonky because back before we eradicated the little bastards, actual mice had chewed partially through the hard wire cable. (Reason #27 on why we hate the little vermin m*****f****rs with a passion rivalled only by cats.) Now you know why Groundskeeper Carl Spackler referred to their cousins accurately as the Varmint Cong.

But it strikes us that mice killing our mouse by eating it has to qualify as behavior reminiscent of the Donner Party.

It also warms our heart to have wiped them out to the last with glue traps and peanut butter bait, and then smashed their little heads with a wooden dowel while they squealed in helpless immobility. If we'd ever thought about it at the time, we'd have strangled one instead, and made a taxidermist mount for the wall.

Now that the cause of the problem has been eradicated locally, we'll probably go back and get a new wired mouse. Maybe we can relegate the superfluous wireless mouse to occasional use on the TV monitor.

Colombia Learns A Harsh Lesson The Hard Way

Of Course An Old Dog Will Do New Tricks

h/t WRSA

Sunday Music: I Need A Lover

 

The '80s really started with this song, which was debuted by author John Mellencamp when he was still "Johnny Cougar" in 1978 with a 2½ minute intro, but it didn't really go anywhere until it was covered in hard rock style by Pat Benatar on her late 1979 debut album In The Heat Of The Night, with Benatar's future husband Neil Giraldo killing a guitar solo bridge on this version. It was the first single released on an album which hit #7 for the 1980 year, when the combination of Benatar's five-octave vocal range, and performing in leotards like the one on the album cover (above), helped pack auditoriums on her debut album tour.

Trump 47's Entire Policy In One Panel

24K Gold

Despite my sincere comments about what TPTB ought to have done to wipe out entire neighborhoods of stupid people building stupid houses in stupid places once and for all, there's one glittering spot of pure gold that shines out under these circumstances, one that compels musicians who have sold out stadiums to admit who the true rockstars are in this region.

A hat tip to the person who created these short clips, and the videographers who captured the footage. What you see below in these clips is vivid explanation for why firefighters in this area are justifiably treated as if they walk on water.

Paging Inspector Clousseau

Trump 47 Day Five: Some Global Warming We'd Support

PSA

h/t CW

Elections Have Consequences

Free At Last, Free At Last

 

Any careful reader of this blog might have noticed you would never, not even once, find the word "President" in a certain sentence. And that certain sentence was any one which also contained the name "Biden", where one word would precede the other.

"They'll have to burn this suit. They'll never get the shit stains out of it."

And if you notice even now, you still haven't. That was not a four-year coincidence.

We still lament that President Trump had to win three elections to get sworn in twice, but we console ourselves that in his case, late is better than never.

And one of the EOs yesterday eliminated the nearly century-old misinterpretation that allowed anchor babies to become a thing?!? We almost had a stroke from sheer, unrestrained elation at common sense breaking out, and someone finally noticing the words "and subject to the jurisdiction thereof" sitting there in plain sight in the 14th Amendment for 150 years, almost as if the authors of that bit of Constitutional law hadn't ever intended, not even accidentally, for the offspring of foreign nationals - who are by definition, not subject to U.S. jurisdiction, ever - to earn birthright citizenship for their issue just by the accident of geography when their non-U.S. citizen parents plopped out wombspawn on U.S. territory. That will be quite a blow to the taxi business in Tijuana and Nuevo Laredo.

It's almost like adult supervision and bog-common sense has finally been restored to the Oval Office, seconds after the oath of office was administered.

It's about damned time.

Sunday Music: Celebration

If there's a better musical pick to mark the end of a four-year national nightmare called Weekend At Bernies: Oval Office Edition than 1980's Kool and The Gang Number 1 hit, we cannot imagine what it would be. This has been the longest 1461-day slow motion disaster we can remember in our lifetime. But it ends at noon EST tomorrow. Huzzah.

The Difference Between "Homeless" and "Schizophrenic Junkies"

CNN Gets Defamation Lawsuit Enema; Navy Vet Wins Lotto Payday

CNN owes plaintiff $5M in actual damages.

They're still debating punitive damages against CNN, which may get him a major share of the network.

Time/Warner currently in full pants-shitting mode.

Lawfare is quite a bitch when it's headed the other way, isn't it, you lying media bastards?

Cinematic Immunity: Not Really A Thing

Bob Uecker, R.I.P.

Bob Uecker, MLB player, actor, and for only 50+ years, the Milwaukee Brewers' announcer, of lung cancer, aged 90 years.

Uecker had seven lackluster years in the majors, traded about every other year to a new club on the strength of a lifetime .200 batting average, and the misplaced suspicion he had greater  potential. He managed a scant 14 home runs in his ML career, averaging a bare two a year, including one apiece against future Hall Of Famers Sandy Koufax, Gaylord Perry, and Ferguson Jenkins, and being present to win a World Series ring with the 1964 Cardinals. As a catcher, he led the league in passed balls his final season as a player despite catching only 59 games, but in his defense, many of those were trying to stop Phil Niekro knuckleballs, and his technique for getting those was "Wait until it stops rolling, then pick it up". Once let go for good, he moved to the announcing booth for the Atlanta Braves for a couple of seasons, before moving to the Brewers for the beginning of his epic broadcasting stint starting in 1971.

Along the way, trumpeter Al Hirt convinced Johnny Carson to get him on the Tonight Show shortly after the end of his playing days. His anecdotes and self-deprecation killed ("Companies would pay me not to endorse their products." "I came up in the bottom of the ninth with the score tied, two outs, and the bases loaded, and when I looked in the dugout, my team was already in street clothes."), and when it was over, neither Carson nor Ed McMahon was entirely sure he'd ever been in the major leagues, but they definitely wanted him back again. Which they did, turning into over 100 always-watchable appearances on the show, earning him the title "Mr. Baseball".

That leveraged him into a string of Budweiser commercials (back when they marketed beer to heterosexuals), which got him the recurring role of Harry Doyle (he did that character from muscle memory) in the Major League franchise, and a sitcom (Mr. Belvedere), all the while announcing the Brewers' games season after season, during which time they only made the playoffs 10 times, and only won a single division pennant. Looking at Uecker, him announcing such a sad-sack club was a match made in heaven.

On the strength of all those seasons in the booth, and being one of the funniest guys ever in baseball, Uecker finally made it into the Hall Of Fame in Cooperstown. As an announcer.

One hopes, when he gets to the Pearly Gates, St. Peter will call "Safe."

But if Uecker hears "Juuuuuuuust a little outside..." he'll probably understand.

The world is poorer at the passing of such a funny and beloved man.

Beltway "Wisdom"

And they actually think this way.
For some value of the word "think".

Disaster Relief

 

We cannot and do not, in good conscience, recommend sending so much as a thin dime to either the Red Cross nor Satan's Army for use for any victims of the current fires in SoCal.

1) The American Red Cross has the official policy that they, and they alone, will set a secret limit of relief for any given disaster. Any funds contributed for a given disaster which exceed that amount, will be shunted without informing you to their general operating funds, for use howsoever they see fit, including for disasters that are less sexy and PR-positive.

Any way you slice that, it's underhanded, and we refuse to give them any money because of that sneaky shit. They should either publicize it forthrightly, and either return excess contributions, or ask your kind permission before repurposing them for their own pocket.

Any other course of action is quite simply fraud.

2) Satan's Army, AFAWK, never fired the two woketarded @$$holes from a couple of years back, who promulgated as an official policy, the idea that whypeepo were the root of all evil.

Fuck them sideways, with a rusty chainsaw, until they forthrightly renounce that, publicly fire those two sumbitches at a public press conference, and apologize profusely for ever giving them a platform for their vile anti-white hate speech.

If you choose to send them instead a pre-printed White Guilt apology slip in lieu of cash in any amount, good on you.

If you choose to look up either of the above grifters' addresses, and instead send them a bag of dildos from an adult store, and suggest that their leadership eat said bag of dicks until they get their collective heads out of their hindquarters and return to their apolitical missions of humanitarian aid, feel free to do so, with our profound and sincere compliments.

Otherwise, seek other venues for any aid you might wish to contribute to actual victims. And vet any agency to which you contribute very carefully, to include who else they take care of. Ideally, such victims not being millionaire dilletantes who wouldn't give two shits if your home burned down. Anyone of those celebutwats who didn't send contributions to the Western NC or Florida hurricane victims "because that's Trump country" should be considered de facto ineligible for anything but another bag of adult appliances as well.

Do as you see fit.

Damnable Libel

Seriously though, I had nothing to do with any recent fires.
But paraphrasing Mark Twain, I have sent a letter stating
 that I heartily approved of them.

I Told Ya So

Democrat voter turnout in Charcoal Hills, formerly known as Pacific Palisades,
 expected to decrease by 98.4% for next decade. Pisser, huh?

Homeless cause 14,000 Fires per year in L.A. County

Insurance companies dropped coverage because Califrutopia is a massive clusterfuck

authorities drained reservoirs in fire areas for a year despite two record wet seasons, which was why hydrants had no water

Billion$$ unspent: Gov. Moonbeam and Gabbin' Nuisance haven't built a new reservoir in CA in 50 years, as population doubled, and billions of gallons of rain and snowmelt flow out to sea year after year

UPDATE: And (h/t WRSA) all of the above in one Tucker Carlson podcast:

And all this nonsense was voted in and funded lavishly by the millionaire Leftard lunatics in West L.A., which runs about as Democrat as NYFC not counting Staten Island.

I repeat for emphasis:

Stop dropping water on those neighborhoods. Swap it out for napalm and aviation gasoline, and solve this problem for a century or more. Make Stupid Painful Again.