When You're In A Hole, Stop Digging

Evidently, I'm not smart enough to know what I read over on Claire's blog the other day:

"I hadn't even read Aesop's attempted takedown of me before I started writing this comment, but wow. He thinks I set up an idiotic either/or when I clearly stated in the post that that either/or was just the beginning of a conversation about other options AND when the main point of the post was to ASK READERS for other options and viewpoints??? 

Jeazy peazy, someone didn't bother reading before blarting."

First, let's summarize where I agree with Claire:

Her either/or absolutely was, as she said, idiotic. D'accord.

We'll come back to that in a minute.

And yes, she was asking for input on the following question:

"The question: What will you do -- or what do you think you and your neighbors should do --if the unvaxxed, or the previously"fully vaxxed" but now insufficiently boostered, are forbidden to access basic life needs? I'm thinking groceries especially."

Firstly, contrary to her assumptions, I read every word in her piece. Secondly, there are two problems with her pique in response to what I wrote back: 

1) It was an exact answer to her very question, which I had obviously read, and without any trouble understanding same.

2) When the author asks a question, and then posts their own answer to that very question, they own that answer. You can't walk it back, or feign faux surprise that someone thought you actually meant what you said, when the words you're quoting are literally and explicitly your own.

So unless Claire meant to illustrate how little thought whatsoever she's given to her own  question (which she nonetheless describes having discussed with her unidentified friend for some good time):

"We went back and forth, coming to no particular conclusions,..."

then she absolutely owns her answer to her own question. Which was

"Fully vaxxed and boostered friends or black marketeers will make food runs for us and we'll continue to quietly refuse to bow to Faucism no matter what pressures are brought to bear."

Riiiiiiight. And food-pooping unicorns will sprinkle cheeseburgers, surf and turf platters, and haute cuisine box meals over the homes of all the sincere boys and girls too, I suppose. This answer has all the seriousness of a conversation with a 3-year old girl having a tea party with her dolls and stuffed animals. When that's your answer to "What will you do...?", you can't come back and gaslight me or anyone else for being so gauche as to take you at your word, and noting in reply that such a proposition is farcical and idiotic. It would be different if she'd posted both answers as two other people, without making any suggestion herself, but that's not what she posted. My apologies for understanding the ridiculousness of her reply so succinctly and rapidly, but there it is. It's her reply to her own question. And it's frankly childish and preposterous, prima facie. If you're going to call something a "think piece", might one suggest doing some first?

We took that for granted as bog-obvious, but tasked for the observation now, we shall belabor the point.

Show the class where and when you've noted any spirit of solidarity present in America between the vaxxed and the unvaxxed? Show all work.

What evidence leads anyone to presume that any such "food runs" will be blithely tolerated by TPTB, their teeming hordes of Karen Vaxxhole minions, or the erstwhile Jell-O Sheriffs at the local foodmart? Once again, show all work.

What experience in smuggling food long-term, in any appreciable quantities, leads Claire to believe random folks will do that any better than they'll wash their hands during flu season?

I ask this because the average American consumes nearly a ton of food per year. That's over 5 pounds a day, per person. So who do you - anybody out there - know, who's vaxxed, that will happily sneak a family of four 20 pounds of food, day in and day out, indefinitely? Where are they going to put it? How will they buy it? How will it be handed off? IAN007, but I'm guessing putting 140 pounds of groceries for the week in a dead drop isn't going to cut it, unless your tradecraft expertise includes a vault of galleons from Gringott's Bank, Ron Weasley's flying Ford Cortina, and Harry Potter's Cloak Of Invisibility. So for those of us not mentally living in Harry Potter World, howzat gonna work, exactly, IRL? Once again, show all work.

Now tell me how it's going to work for 100M of us.

And in what universe do "black marketeers" operate pro bono? So, needing ducats to pay for their efforts, in perpetuity, are you independently wealthy enough to pay the 1000 or 10,000% mark-ups for a box of corn flakes, and everything else? And what about the bien peasants unable to afford such custom? "Let them eat cake"?

You're going to "continue to quietly refuse to bow to Faucism", all right. Delirium and coma will set in after a couple of weeks of extreme hunger, and after three to four weeks, the only sound you'll issue will be naught but the escaping gasses of decomposition, and the munching of thousands of ants and maggots on your festering corpse.

Well-played, Claire, but you'll understand if no one decides to follow your starvation/enforced hunger strike right off the cliff to Fiddler's Green.

Now, had you identified that plan as the fool's errand it so obviously is, we might have left well enough alone.

But then you propped up Feather-brained Friend's answer, and knocked it strawman silly faster than Mike Tyson in his heyday. 

(Which, for the TL;DR crowd, amounted to 

"1. Attack the innocent 

2. Something 

3.Declare victory!").

We know there are more than two answers, we saw her bleg for other options, but that doesn't change the fact that her answer and the other one were the only two she bothered to present in answer to it.

But wait, there's more!

Later, in comments and responses to her OP, Claire comes out and says

"And no, I'm not going to respond "rationally" to Aesop because he didn't respond rationally to me. There's no point engaging with someone who's already demonstrated that he'll simply misrepresent my position no matter what I say."

Claire, please -

I linked directly to your OP. I'm quoting you here in context, and verbatim. There's no way to misrepresent what you said, I simply took it for granted that you are fluent in English, weren't having a stroke when you were typing, and were sober.

So by all means, be the island of sanity and bon homme in contrast to mean old ogre Aesop. But FFS, try engaging with your own question "rationally". If only for the novelty of that approach.

My rational response was that your answer was recockulous. So was Unidentified Friend's. If I'm at a bar and the bartender throws a punch at me, I'm not going to go back tomorrow and wear a disguise and sneak in, or have someone smuggle me drinks, and I'm not going to attack everyone else at the bar. Those responses are the essence of your answer to your question, and your friend's answer to it.

My answer is I'm going after the guy that swung. Let me know where I lost you in that, and I'll try and simplify it further, if such is humanly possible.

And then (talk about "burying the lede") Claire finally stumbles upon something sensible in her own comments at 7:23 that day:

"And certainly an attempt to deny food to any segment of the population merits an armed and violent response."

Well, hallelujah! Mirabile dictu! Strike up the band! Where was that clarity and laser-like focus when you were concocting the entire post on the topic? Why couldn't you come up with something so simple in all that time back-and-forthing with Unidentified Friend?

In pure redneck eloquence:

"Shit howdy ma'am, if that ain't the most dad-blamed OBVIOUS answer there ever was, I don't know what is!"

TPTB already told millions of us we couldn't work last time around. They aren't sending out CARE packages, and the free fiatbux dollars have dried up. So not working, sooner or later, particularly in Lockdown 2.0, necessarily means not eating, doesn't it?

If Almighty God sends manna from heaven in the nick of time, that'll be a fine thing, but absent miraculous intervention, more lockdowns, more "othering", and more turning Vaxx-decliners into Vaxx Jüden is a train whose boxcars either unload at the showers, or one we refuse to board, and the range goes hot in both directions.

So if you can eventually figure that out, just like I can, and so can any well-rounded 4th grader, why be so reticent to say that up front, and even make that obvious truth the title??

Anyone that tries to starve me can count on the ultimate calorie-reduction plan: The Winchester/Federal Diet. Anywhere between 55 and 230 grains of lead, and their weight problem will be permanently solved.

And that includes Karen, and her government @$$-kissing supermarket management team. Quite possibly served hot, over a barbecue of flaming place of business. Just to remind folks of what the stakes are.

If you think you or your commentariat can improve on that, have at it. My earlier suggestion in reply has the added benefit of disincentivizing becoming a kleine Nazi for The Man, in return for an extra ration of Soylent Green.

But FFS, stop trying to paint me not being wishy-washy, and coming out and saying the obvious truth, as "irrational", when even you can finally come to the exact same position (kicking and screaming, but still...). And quit tippie-toeing around what this is going to come down to, of pure necessity.

You want to contribute? Come up with a plan to shorten the inevitable violence that's going to come, and stop fueling irrational wishes that there's some way to balkanize the country to avoid it altogether. You nor anyone else will paint a white stripe through the middle of a conflict that varies from house to house in a neighborhood, and even room to room in the same household. Civil wars are the bloodiest wars, and family squabbles are always the worst knock-down drag-out curb stomps that ever are. Quit imagining there's a way to sugarcoat that. And wrap your head around the truth you can barely bring yourself to utter without stupid amounts of prompting from the studio audience.

This Is How We Win

Liberty is not ordered by mail from Amazon. Freedom grows on trees exactly nowhere, at any time in human history. The colonists didn't vote King George out of office. The Redcoats weren't thrown out in the midterms. Their removal was by shellfire, musketry, and bayonets. If you thought liberty was going to descend from heaven indefinitely on a velvet cushion as the gift from a benevolent deity and thoughtful forefathers, you're in for a severe disappointment, exactly as some of you have already sussed out. Freedom will not drop out of the skies until communists and tyrants (but I repeat myself) do so as well.

To get those things, you have to go out on the plains of tyranny and kill the predators, if you want the red meat of freedom in your bellies. 'Twas ever thus, and ever shall be. You may not be the ones doing the trigger pulling or helicopter passenger unloading, come the day, but you damned sure better be down with those who are. If you can't find 3AM friends, you had better be one, and looking for the opportunity. And if you get the chance, even fleetingly, to join in the festivities, you'd better take full advantage of same. Or you'll regret it, all the way to the boxcars, and while sitting in exactly the very camps you imagined would never return. Of which your unsleeping enemies now speak openly.

If that's too hard for you to wrap your head around, let alone do, you won't have to ever worry again about what to think, or do, or how to live your lives. Because the chances are surpassing excellent that someone else will make those decisions for you every minute of your miserable remaining existence. Ask the rest of the Anglosphere (formerly-great Britain, Oz, NewZ, and Canada) how that's working out for them this very minute. As usual, we're the only ones left, and things here are looking sketchy at best, and ominously doubtful. Pretty much as in all such times.

If you're not up for such an animating struggle, stay on the porch with the little dogs. Maybe you'll be the unwitting receiver of the blessings of liberty anyways. Maybe not. And in the meantime, "May your chains rest lightly on your wrists, and may posterity forget that you were ever our brethren."

And those pictures, above? That's how you can tell, beyond all argument, that we are not amidst any such armed conflict, no matter what anyone else imagines. When they cease to be memes, and become every day, then maybe the fencesitters and thumb-up-the-fundament types will finally twig to the notion that unless there are two sides trading lead, it's not a conflict. It's simply a slaughterhouse.

It's your life, your freedom and liberty. Either fight for it tooth and nail, while you yet have the means, or accept that you'll die without it. (And voting a crop into existence is about as likely as pissing on the furrows by way of irrigation. Never worked, never will.) Unlike weeds and thorns, freedom isn't going to spring up of its own accord.

Sunday Music: Straight On

 

No autotune, no digital loop-and-sample, no session musicians. Just hardball rock and roll. I feel so sorry for kids today, who have to idolize and settle for weak-ass wannabe second-rate musicians, because that's what 95% (or more) of the new crop of endless mediocrity are. Ann Wilson was 28 when she did this, and sister Nancy on guitar was 24. This performance is 44 years old, and they were crushing it.

Endpoint

 

Pyrrhus Is Not A Good Wartime Consigliere

h/t WRSA

Don't be recockulous, Claire.

This is what is known in a Fundamentals Of Logic class as a false dilemma.

It is both lazy writing (and thinking), and the rhetorical equivalent of asking "Have you stopped beating your wife."

The correct answer is neither no, nor yes, but to reject the premise completely, and state that you never did.

In this wind-up, Claire uses acquaintance conversation to lay out the (imaginary only) two choices to needing COVID passports to shop for food as

a) knuckle under to TPTB, and get friendly vaxxed folks to shop for you sub rosa (so, how did being illegal aliens in their own country work out for Jews in Germany from 1933-1945?), or

b) attack the privileged vaxxed (and nominally innocent) shoppers, to put everyone on equal (and foodless) footing.

Um, ...no.

In fact, F**K NO.

In fact, we already asked and answered this question, and told you explicitly which parties will be targeted.

That would be

1) The kleine Nazis at the market, from bag boy to CEO, carrying the Vaxxholes' water for them by enforcing a recockulous and illegal mandate, and ratting out vaxx refuseniks.

2) The große Nazis performing the jackbooted thuggery of "just following orders", showing up to enforce the 21st century Blood and Honor Laws.

3) TPTB passing the illegal mandates, and directing Ofcr. Jackboots to enforce same.

Burn out the rats, and shoot the other motherf***ers in the face.

Period. Full stop.

If you think we're going to acquiesce, even quietly starve, at the behest of a bunch of tyrants, you've got another think coming.

And if supermarkets suddenly suffering an abundance of combustability from foolishly following the tyrants deprives the vaxxed of their vittles?

And exactly as we suggested, after a suitable application of Comrade Molotov's libations, Adam Smith's Invisible Hand will provide a rapid correction and political re-focusing by the surviving merchants (and no small number of inconvenienced hordes), and they won't be any more in favor of tyrannical mandates than will the unvaxxed. Lest they lose their jobs, their businesses, and their own place to shop.

(By the by: How have vaxx mandates worked out at the airlines? What about hospitals? How's that song playing in federal court lately? Asking for 100M friends.)

Hint: We didn't boycott Dresden in 1945. We erased it.

In the words of Mr. Alinsky:

1. "Power is not only what you have, but what the enemy thinks you have."

6. "A good tactic is one your people enjoy."

8. "Keep the pressure on."

13. "Pick the target, freeze it, personalize it, and polarize it."

Or, as Momma and Daddy should have taught you: "Don't start nothin', won't be nothin'."

Otherwise, if you carry water for The Man, you become The Man. And deal with the third degree burns that come from that choice.

People with livelihoods and inventory at stake should think long and hard before sticking their head into that blast furnace, unless they're wearing asbestos underpants.

The learning curve will be harsh, but fair.

Does that still lead to this?:

No. It leads to this:

thereby leaving only 39,999 other grocery stores still standing for the management not to be ass-kissing Vaxxholes, if they want to remain open and in business.

I'm betting fiscal sanity kicks in long before the unvaxxed run out of bottles, unleaded gas, and dish soap. Just spitballing, mind you.

But hey, if you think the unvaxxed will quietly sit back and tolerate second-class citizenship, "othering", and looming malnutrition, disease, and starvation, meekly and passively, well, you go ahead and roll those dice.

And I'll give you odds that by the second or third week, police and fire stations will start to spontaneously combust first, an hour or three before the local market does.

(For the short story on where that breaks it down for TPTB, take a look at the original Miracle On 34th Street, and watch campaign manager Bill Frawley's advice to the judge in chambers therein. "Why, before this is over, you're gonna be an awful popular fella!")

TPTB want to call that tune, they're not going to like what union scale amounts to for the band.

And they should stop playing with matches.

2022 Quincy Adams Wagstaff Lecture

 

"You asked for this lecture, and you're going to get it, good and hard.
These are my principles.
If you don't like them, I have other ones."

Ladies and gentlemen (and there are no other genders, if you're keeping score at home), faculty, students, and friends of Huxley College,

As we all can attest, 2021 was a rough year. We thought 2020 was as bad as things could get. We were wrong. And now, on the cusp of the new year, we wait, cautiously yet hopefully, to see if 2022 will be any better than 2021. Because, as our colleague John Wilder has noted, we don't know if we're going to get 2022, or 2020, Too.

We are under no illusions. We're fairly certain what we'll be getting will be mathematically awful: 2022, which is just triple 666, with 24 more added on for good measure. But we're not about doom and gloom here, because this is an institution of higher learning, and if the last couple of years have taught folks anything at all, it's that you should be learning to get as high as you can. So we're going to stay positive. We are therefore positive the coming year will be bad, in a way usually reserved for descriptions of biblical calamity.

What's not to like about what we have in store?

Billionaires have been cashing out their stocks for months. Because as we all know, they're financially exceedingly stupid. 

The Monster Of Jekyll Island has moved the levers on the national currency printing presses from "Ludicrous Speed" to "Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! What Could Possibly Go Wrong?"

What, indeed.

As has been true for at least the last decade and more, you should be stocking up on canned goods with every paycheck. That's assuming you're one of the lucky and industrious types who still has a paycheck. And by canned goods, we mean the #10 ones, and the olive drab ones. Food will not be getting cheaper anytime soon. Months, perhaps years, and perhaps for the rest of your lives.

And there's no such thing as too much ammo, unless you're on fire, or drowning.

How long "the rest of your lives" may be is also a matter of some debate, and no small concern. We're just this minute entering the 14th month of beta-testing for the worst form of genetic experimentation ever performed on a population. We know what happens to people after 13 months of COVID vaccines-which-aren't-any-such-thing. We have no idea what happens after 14 months. Or 24. Or 48. or 120. The VAERS moon-launch spike in adverse event data (understated by up to 10,000%, by design) is probably a none-too-subtle clue.

The Powers That Be stopped worrying about your actual welfare, and decided that outright con jobbing you was the way to go, when they took down the air raid sirens and discontinued "duck and cover" drills two generations ago, because it was upsetting people who couldn't handle the awful realities of life. So now, and for several decades, Joseph Goebbels' "Big Lie" approach has been the guiding principle for all governmental (dis)information. Hence the sort of "vaccine reluctance" that wants to string up TPTB at the first opportunity, in perpetuity.

Obscuring from you that this instinct is your actual birthright as Americans is the Biggest Lie Of All.

It scares Hell out of the current would-be overlords for anyone to know that a few-score of Dead White Males were onto their perpetual game waaaaay back in 1775, and that the heritage of that sentiment is in the American DNA forever. That some of the Enemy's brighter lights know what happens when their chickens come home to roost is why they fear the truth so vehemently, and go to such ham-fisted and recockulous lengths to attempt to keep it from you. Be not fooled.

No one who lies to you about your identity, your history, your heritage, your freedom, your birthright, and the health and maintenance of your very life itself, has your best interests nor ultimate prosperity in mind when they tell you what they tell you, and do what they do to you.

The only proper answer to that ends with torches and pitchforks, guillotines, ropes around the neck, and gunfire to the face. You owe them that. We beseech you, do not be remiss in paying that debt, at any and at every opportunity whensoever it may be offered you.

Many of our nominal allies and pundits, both amateur and professional, with a far wider audience, continue huffing their Hopeium by the barrel. They are, sadly, addicted to it, rather than partaking of the bracing and harsh draughts of Reality necessary to thrive under all circumstances. "No violence! That's not who we are! This sort of response must not be, because reasons!" they chatter. They still refuse to acknowledge a national coup in broad daylight, watch the daily machinations of the post-Reichstag Fire hearings with apathy, and want to think the America that's dead back to life. They think if, as in a Peter Pan stage play, they can bring Tinkerbell back to life, if only they all clap like furies! Sorry, Cupcake, hope ain't a plan, and pining for America That Was will not restore it into being. You aren't voting your way out of this. You didn't vote your way into the burgeoning communist nightmare, but the only way out of it is going to be to shoot your way there. The sooner people wrap their heads around this inescapable truth, the less of our number who will die deceived by honey-tongued morons and dupes, totally surprised, with bullets in their heads, and a stupid and shocked look on their innocent and unsuspecting faces.

Find yourself actual 3AM friends. Friends help you move; 3AM friends help you move bodies. Bind those sorts to you with hoops of steel. (Just as you should someday bind your enemies' feet with shoes of wet cement.) And remember, no one can infiltrate a group of people with no outsiders. Write that on your hand with a Sharpie, lest ye forget it.

We believe, here, in the power of small groups of committed individuals to change the destiny of the world, because it's the only thing that ever has.

Just a couple of men met in an upstairs room after Jesus was dead and buried. Two millennia later, we know how that turned out. There were only 77 men on Lexington Common one morning in April. And they didn't have 30-round magazines or night vision goggles like you do, and yet the trail of British dead stretched from Concord Bridge to the city limits of Boston before the sun went down on that day. There were less than four hundred men in the 20th Maine the day they held Little Round Top, and charged with bayonets alone, and empty rifles after half their number had fallen. Little Groups Of Paratroops scattered to the winds coalesced and spread chaos, panic, and disaster for entire German divisions on D-Day.

Learn from those examples. There may very well be perilous and disastrous days ahead. We expect nothing less.

Prepare for them, and form the modern versions of those small bands, to weather the gathering storm, and turn it to your advantage. Plan your work, so that you may work your plan.

Prepare, prepare, prepare.

Guns, ammo, and training are the Trivium. Food and water, medicine, precious metals, and robust technology (tools, machines, and power) are the Quadrivium. Hard friends and secure hardened comms are the schools where they are learned and discussed.

No one, on the eve of some terrible conflict, ever said, "I should have dawdled more; I am too ready." Nor were they, ever.

The best you can hope is to be is ready enough.

Charge and recharge your batteries, for a certainty. Take a moment, now and then, to rest for what's to come. But no matter your age and abilities, the more your store away in time of plenty, the more you have to eat when times are hard. And the more you sweat in peace, the less you will bleed in war.

Rest assured, on the other side, the plans are being drawn up. The camps are being planned,  the barbed wire being set aside, the train schedules being arranged, the boxcars allocated, and the Final Solution being discussed. Over wine, and a buffet luncheon. They're so over-confident now, they discuss openly the sort of predations upon the populace that would have seen them thrown into the darkest cells available just a few short years earlier. The gravity of your response to that hubris must match and surpass it.

It's the Vaxx, to be certain, but it's bigger than that. That's merely the current pretext for tyranny.

If you stand up with an erect middle finger to TPTB, you're The Enemy. They're determined that you're the nails standing proud that will be hammered down. And they think they can do it. So for the love of life, and all that you hold dear or holy, please steel yourselves to do more in response than to merely resolve, when thrown to the lions, that you will simply taste very bad.

You must tear the lions' jaws apart, kill all the minions they send, and stand ready to find afterwards and deal with definitively the ones in charge, who would not let you be in peace, and who set such vexation on you in the first place. Then plant your battle flags in their chests, burn their fields to the ground, sow it with salt, and leave not one stone of their monstrous edifices standing one upon the other.

It's the only way to be sure. And liberty and freedom only rewards the overachievers.

R.I.P. Betty White

This pic was for a recent interview, where she revealed the secrets
to a long life. I'm pretty sure one of the top three tips would be "Don't die".

Also undisclosed is whether White, a few weeks shy of her 100th birthday, recently received a COVID booster, or simply had some dirt on the Clintons.

Well, at least we know she won't be watching the Rose Parade tomorrow.

But she could sling it and bring it right up until the end:

The Horror. The Horror.

 

Jack-Booted Thuggery

 h/t 100% Effed Up

NYfPD Diversity Hire ThugPig in action.

Blue Bloods is great television. But it's entirely fictional.  The video at the link is the real NYfPD, up close and personal, with all the lipstick off the pig(s).

And Ofcr. BLM Jackboots clearly has no idea the significance of the phrase "just following orders", nor why it's always a poor defense.

But she's demonstration that once you start wiping your ass with the Constitution, it's nothing at all to walk all over the US flag for sport.

Fuck any good will from 9/11.

If the jihadis had taken out every building in that miserable rotten sh*thole, they would have qualified for a medal for public service.

Pity the rest of the state doesn't cast the Five Boroughs adrift, and wish them luck, as an independent city-state with no further voting privileges in the rest of the state's affairs. It would be an excellent precedent for the entire country, and put every blue hive sh*thole on notice that they were about to gain their total independence, and get to pay for the privilege out of their own pockets. Communism is a lot less fun without everyone else's money, and has a life expectancy measured in months at that point.

Just Wanted To Beat The Rush

 

Game Over

 

The most entertaining sportsdope since Yogi Berra has finally been spiked into the end zone of life. Besides Madden's grieving family, this leaves comedian Frank Caliendo saddened, now without 25% of his material. Hopefully, he'll perform at Madden's memorial service.

Sorry/Not Sorry

If you're among those snookered by the early bluster and bullsh*t about the Vaxx, or forced to knuckle under later on with one arm twisted up behind your back, we feel for you, truly. And we sincerely hope no harm befalls you if that's the circumstances of which you were a victim, knowing or unknowing.

But what is, is, and what is to be is beyond our power to undo.

The only choice left you at this point, is whether to settle for mere victimhood, or to aspire to righteous retribution.

Kleine Nazis: Grosse Nazis

h/t eatgrueldog

 Brooklyn Burger King calls NYFC cops on patrons who refuse to show COVID vaxx proof

Fair enough. You want to carry water for The Man, you can use it to put out the flames that follow.

As in:

Bluff: Called. Your move, chief.

If you like your jackbooted fascism, you can keep your jackbooted fascism.

Mind the third-degree burns.

Day Three story:

(NYFC) In a stunning development, the only burger joints left standing in the five boroughs after a day of 472 unexplained grease fires, are the 87 of them still open who never call the police about people who don't show their vaxx cards.

Authorities have no explanation for this puzzling coincidence. The business owners could not be reached for comment, as the lines of customers waiting to order food now wind around the block. 

Unpossible

 h/t 100% Effed Up

100% Vaxxed US Navy warships suffer 25-33% COVID infection rates

I thought Bob Denver was dead, but obviously the squids have resurrected him and made him either the Chief of Naval Operations, the Secretary of the Navy, or the head of the Bureau of Naval Medicine. Most Likely: All of the above.

I think they were getting jealous of how big an assclown Gen. Milley is, and decided they needed bigger jackasses running their shop to stay in the running.

And which, once again, makes the SEALs who refused the jab the only ones in the whole lash-up who don't have sh*t for brains.

As 2021 (Finally, Thankfully) Oozes And Swirls Towards The Bottom Of The Porcelain Thinking Bowl...

 

Let us give credit where it's due, and remember the important things this year:

This is no mean accomplishment in these times, and to those of my fellows who pulled it off, it's an honor to be counted among your ranks.

The Plural Of Anecdotes Isn't Data, And Yet...

 

Got my first COVID patient since September today. So I guess that means that mini-vacation's over. (We've gotten maybe one or two a week overall, but it's been pretty sporadic, and our outside COVID isolation tents came down for good in early fall). This one came to me.

(Mind you, this is supposed to be at a time when "cases" are rampant all over So Cal, and rising like a rocket launch. Maybe they are, somewhere. In a galaxy far, far away. A year ago, we were carpeted wall to wall in those literally deathly ill, with COVID, and because of COVID. Now, no such thing is happening hereabouts.)

So was this pt. unvaccinated? Like the drumbeat the idiot media (but I repeat myself) has been beating endlessly and crying "Wolf!" about breathlessly for weeks, eleventy times an hour?

O Hell no.

Fully vaccinated. And boosted.

Did a rapid COVID test. Supposed to wait several minutes to read it. Except he/she/it* popped positive in about half a minute.

Winner! Winner! Chicken dinner!

Probably will get hospitalized, for a host of reasons. But it's kicking his/her/its* ass too.

So maybe since the first three shots didn't work, he/she/it* should get a fourth one, if he/she/it* survives this?

Why stop at four? Why not just make auto-injectors, like COVID Epi-pens, and have everyone inclined just jab themselves 5-10 times a day, forever, right? Maybe make a COVID vaxx salt lick, or COVID Lifesavers, and people could pop them like Skittles 24/7/365.

Meanwhile, still among the hardcore refuseniks at work, I self-test 2x/week (apparently, until Hell freezes over), and remain completely uninfected after 2 solid years of working amidst the plague throng.

Including this guy/gal/thing*, who had been un-isolated and seen by several staff members for two hours before we did a routine test prior to admission. And it's a pretty safe bet his/her/its* spouse has got it too.

I have a suggestion about what TPTB can do with the Not-A-Vaxxes:

UPDATE 12/27:

And two more COVID patients last night, all fully vaxxed and boostered, including one patient in their twenties, who has now nonetheless gotten full-blown COVID twice. And who, btw, describes this bout, after three shots, as much worse than last year's round, acquired after just two vaxx shots. 

Clever readers may deduce a trend here.

*(HIPPA, bitchez. You can't identify any of these patients from anything I said. I may have made it all up. This blog may be a figment of your imagination too. At any rate, no actual patient information has been disclosed, because you don't know nothing about nobody.) 

Sad, Yet Hilarious

 If you haven't yet seen it, Emperor Poopypants is seen here so gobsmackinglyly senile that he was trolled by a caller into self-parody (not that he needs any help to self-parody, and yet...)

"Let's go Brandon! I agree."

You're literally watching his brains (of which he hadn't any to spare decades ago, when he was still relatively mentally functional) melt before your very eyes, like an ice cream cone on a hot day in July. If he wasn't sitting behind the Resolute Desk in the Oval Office and answering the phone there, it would be comedy.

But no, we're supposed to believe >wink wink< he pulled more votes than Obama.

Pull the other one, it's got bells on it.

As it is, it just underlines what a doddering and mentally helpless old fool he is, and you have to wonder how much actual day-to-day control of the entire government has devolved to his chief of staff, Lady Macbeth (pictured), and the other cast of junior assistant assclowns, all with their hands up his ass or pulling his strings most days, and just how totally cluelessly and easily he could be encouraged to launch nukes at American soil, proclaim eggplant a breakfast cereal, bomb Cleveland, declare himself Emperor, or hop around the West Wing in a giant pink bunny suit, convinced it's April and he's the Easter Bunny.

Never mind. Question answered. h/t Irish

Sunday Music: Everybody Wants To Rule The World

 

Tears For Fears' signature song, effortlessly smooth and crushing it as a #1 song in 1985, and popping up on the closing credits for the summer flick Real Genius. Also a good summation of The Regime of our would-be overlords for the last year. We can only wait in rapt wonder to see what fresh hells and new nonsense they attempt to inflict on us in 2022.

Obviously The Case

 h/t Irish

Advent

 

Blogcation is in effect.

I would suggest turning off your computer the rest of the weekend, and enjoying time with your loved ones. And before you go, enjoy this classic, masterfully done, and so apropos.

Merry Christmas.

A Visit From St. Nicholas

 

The post title is the original one of probably the best-known poem in American history. You know it by the following title:

And more than its equal in prose, the best-known and most beloved work of Dickens' entire life, done best by George C. Scott at the height of his powers, and with a stellar supporting cast, here in its entirety (with a couple of interludes):

"It was said of Ebenezer Scrooge that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge."

Best Laid Turds

 

That Face You Make

 

Vaxtardation

 h/t 90MFT

UK study: Triple-vaxxed 4 1/2 times more likely to get
infected by Omicron than unvaxxed.

And from Sal the Agorist:

But for the record, and to help out the Special Children, y'all need to remember this:

This Is CNN

 

Next thing you know, people will start wondering who Jake's been tapping.

Au contraire, Mon Ami

 re: WRSA: The First Hundred Things That Go In A Collapse

Sorry CA, we beg to differ.

Allow us to provide you the correct list:

FIFY.

If you're keeping score at home, I just won the internet for the day.

Jawohl, Herr Plagueführer

 

As we and many others keep telling you, their masks are off, and they're not even using ham-fisted pretenses anymore; they're just going full-on tyrannical fascist overlords.

Concentration camps for the unvaccinated are coming to NYFS

Fair is fair: 

If you're going to treat me like a Warsaw Jew to be loaded into a boxcar at your whim, I'm going to return the favor and treat you like a Nazi. In my crosshairs.

Just to be absolutely clear, I am in no way whatsoever speaking figuratively.

I mean literally blowing their brains out by the careful application of therapeutic lead injection.

Drop a nickel, and let's play that game.

Sunday Music: Do You Hear What I Hear

 

It's not about snow, presents, shopping, Santa Claus, elves, trees, yule logs, silver bells, reindeer, department store sales, getting home, being home, family, or any superficial nonsense.

It's a celebration of the story that almighty God set aside his heavenly glory to be born a mortal man amidst the lowest of the low, which unfathomable mystery makes any subsequent miracles not simply possible, but rather expected: it's the mass of Christ incarnate, as a gift from God in heaven to the entire human race. Hence the name.

It's your business whether you believe any of that or not, or what you do with that knowledge. But that, and that alone, is what all the fuss is about, and has been for over two thousand years.

Merry Christmas to one and all.

Best Wishes for you and yours for this Christmas season, in spite of any and all that the world and its inhabitants may do to spoil your joy this season.

Truthbomb

 h/t Irish

Elon's on a troll...

"Logic" For the Braindead

 

Sixth Circus Reasserts The Rule Of Decree By Fiat

h/t WRSA

It's not hard to find a couple of stupid people in Appalachia,
if you look in the right place.

Who needs the law when you've got an agenda? Certainly not the Sixth Circus.

For the most masterful deconstructionist rant of the recockulous overturn of the unconstitutional vaxx mandates I've seen, I direct you to bad cattitude, before whose efforts I stand awestruck, and deliver a richly deserved Slow Clap.

This is masterclass on fisking judicial activism, kids.

RTWT

Possible silver lining? Other than the two braindead black-robed assclowns who overturned the stay on OSHA's mandate, the rest of the Sixth Circus has apparently voted to hear the case en banc, with a view to overturning it, and reinstating the original nationwide stay, by majority vote.

If that happens, Emperor Poopypants' judicial record will drop to 1-3, and he won't make the playoffs even as a wild card.

Oops...!

 

Just Like We've Told You All Along Department:

Turns out PropTwat, Hannah Gutierrez-Reed, future felon for manslaughter on Rust, comes by her ineptitude and total incompetence naturally, as the stories flow in from her prior gig, on The Old Way with Nicolas Cage.

(Getarope News)'You just blew my f**king eardrums out!' Rust armorer Hannah Gutierrez-Reed 'discharged weapons without warning and infuriated star Nicolas Cage' on her previous film

• Hannah Gutierrez-Reed was the subject of numerous complaints while working as the armorer on her previous, and first ever, movie The Old Way

• Nicolas Cage, the star of the film, reportedly yelled at her after she fired a gun without warning for the second time: 'You just blew my f**king eardrums out!'

• A crew member from the The Old Way said she 'put the cast and crew in several unnecessary and dangerous situations'  before he reported she should be fired

• In a podcast interview after filming ended, she said she wasn't sure if she was ready to be a head armorer on a movie set

• Two production sources claim Rust armorer Hannah Gutierrez-Reed previously gave a child actor a gun without checking it on set of the The Old Way film

• The rookie armorer was named as the person who loaded Alec Baldwin's prop gun that killed cinematographer Halyna Gutierrez-Reed on the set of Rust 

Word To Your Lawyer, PropTwat:

End the farce. Cut a deal and plead out, while you still have a shot at some leniency for killing someone. You'll be out in 12-18 months, tops, and thankfully, never be legally allowed to touch a firearm the rest of your adult life, which will save as many lives as a cancer cure at this point, based solely on your demonstrated performance on one and a half movies.

So, total shocker, untrained and incompetent non-union PropTwat was a walking disaster with weaponry, and only by some miracle took until her second movie gig to kill someone, in a way no one has done in Hollywood in...lemme see, carry the zero...ever. (Neither Brandon Lee nor John Eric Hexum were killed by live rounds on set. Gutierrez-Reed is thus the only propmaster/armorer in recorded cinematic history, AFAIK, to screw that pooch right out of the gate, and managed it on her sophomore film, which was yet another low-budget piece of crap.)

RTWT

And for those spring-loaded to the stupid position, there were multiple producers on Rust, and she wasn't hired by Baldwin (who had no such hire/fire authority), but rather by line producer Gabrielle Pickle (who has a documented history of firing camera crews when they complained that safety corners were being cut), and/or by Unit Production Manager Katherine Walters.

The locus of stupid on this disastrous film aren't Hollywood people at all, but in fact a bunch of cut-rate indy film bumpkins from Georgia, trying to do everything on the cheap, and think of themselves as scrappy, but are in fact crappy, right up until they killed someone. These cheapskates are working overtime to live up to ever stereotype about producers that exists, and bringing them to life before your very eyes. Wannabes will get you killed every time, even in movie-making.

Gutierrez-Reed, total newb to guns, and yet serial fuck-up armorer

Dave Halls, 2d AD, the guy supposedly double-checking Guttierez-Reed, and previously caught violating weapon safety rules on another production (and as a member of the production department, not the prop department, he should never have anything to do with weapons on any set, yet here he was screwing that pooch again too)

Gabrielle Pickle, line producer, already found guilty of violating federal labor laws for firing a previous camera crew on another production when they complained about unsafe practices on-set 

This movie was being made by a complete rogue's gallery of incompetent assholes, and for the motion picture budget equivalent of peanuts.

"When you pay peanuts, you get monkeys." - Aesop 

QED

*{Hot tip, kids, when I use "non-union" derogatorily in the context of movie and TV productions, that's because it's true. I was dragged, kicking and screaming, into two unions over two decades in Hollyweird film production. The point isn't, as you imagine, because union membership confers infallibility. Anything but. As an elected officer and member of my union's executive board, we spent 90% of our time on the 5% of our union members who were nonetheless stone-cold f**k-ups. The point, in Hollywood, is that getting union membership for behind-the-scenes crafts and guilds is that it takes 30 days working on either a union show, or non-union show that organizes, to get it. And getting that, usually takes 1-3 years, on average, meaning no one on a union show with their shiny paid-up AFL-CIO card is a freaking incompetent rookie, because they'd never last. Hannah Gutierrez-Reed never got those 30 days, nor 1-3 years, nor took the week's worth of mandatory union classes the producers - that would be Universal, Fox, Warner Brothers, Paramount, Disney, Sony, et al - require before you can be in your job. Which, in Gutierrez-Reed's case, would have included not just general set safety classes, but for propmasters and armorers, she would have had an entire class devoted solely and entirely to firearms and ammunition safety. She would have had to pass at least a basic test, before being allowed near any set, to do the sort of f**k-ups she did on both of the one and a half movies she worked on, right up until her multi-incompetence manifested itself in killing someone - by deliberately violating 50 or 60 of the most basic on-set rules for the job for which she was hired, after representing herself as an expert, rather than a farking novice and junior moron, which is what she was and is. A non-union member in Hollywood is one step above an absolute rookie level moron, whereas anyone with a union membership card has at least enough acquaintance with their job to not do anything as stupid as the plethora of screw-ups she pulled off, let alone killing people. Which exact lack is why she took on too much job, for too little money, with too few brains, and committed career-ending manslaughter. People on set sound like the kid in The Sandlot - "You're killing me, Smalls!" , and they say that to their co-workers all the time, usually jokingly, for making their job harder. When they say that to Gutierrez-Reed, they mean it literally.}

This Is CNN

 h/t Miguel

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