We Told You So Dept.

 h/t WRSA

We have long since discussed exactly this scenario, plus several more, and how easy it would be for anyone with a weekend and about $2K to weaponize COTS* drones with simple, even homemade, thermite grenades, to take out aircraft, oil tank farms, LNG terminals, and countless other bits of infrastructure, and laid it out in detail over six years ago on Peter's Bayou Renaissance Man blog, over and over again (we beseech you one and all, read the comments back and forth), joined by the host there, and numerous other contributors, using nothing but average common sense.

(IOW, if you didn't put your shoes and socks on in that order, you could probably figure it out yourself, let alone grasp that drone science isn't rocket science. Which tells you a lot more about the likely sartorial habits of naysayers than anything else.)

We were earnestly and loudly derided by the World's Foremost Self-Anointed Drone Expert, stating that what we suggested was categorically impossible, despite posted links to multiple incidents of Mexican drug cartels already having done exactly what we proposed.

The flatulence in opposition only increased.

We have now all watched only dozens to a few hundred videos of Ukrainian homemade drone bombers taking out Russian tanks, APCs, and individual squaddies in trenches in Donetsk and Luhansk for the last two years, demonstrating proof of concept with repurposed simple Russian grenades, mortar rounds, and RPG warheads.

The flatulence in reply turned to a simian fury of solid fecal flinging. In point of fact, the harder Reality kicked our favorite gross ignoramus right in the arse, the more furiously he mined his underpants to tell us this was all "Unpossible!", and the literal reams of actual available information was simply Not So.

We take this opportunity to welcome Matt Bracken to the ranks of those like ourselves, who clearly don't know what we're talking about, and thus find ourselves dumber than the World's Foremost Self-Anointed Drone Expert (at least among those north of the 45th parallel, and left of the 4th quintile on an IQ bell curve).

You're in good company, Matt.

*(MILSPEAK: Commercial, Off-The-Shelf)

"It's Like Playing Poker With My Sister's Kids!"

h/t WRSA

Don't believe us, though. You could look it up yourself. This assumes you graduated 5th grade.

The level of retardation on X cannot be measured with existing instrumentation. It's like an enormous Black Hole of Stupid, so powerful that all intelligent thought is sucked in, never to be seen nor heard from again.

Now imagine that black hole had a keyboard.

Difficult Concepts Made Simple

h/t dailytimewaster

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Permanent Solutions To Temporary Problems

Qwitcherbitchin. You know when you heard a
PGA winner committed suicide, this is the first thing
that came to your mind too.

If you're depressed enough to think about suicide, unless you're a pedophile or a Leftard, please seek professional help. The quick "solution" only ends your pain, which just passes it along to all your friends and relatives.

Kamikaze

The last time China assembled an invasion fleet, it turned out more catastrophic for them than the Spanish Armada plan did for Spain.

For Common Core grads, to whom this is news, you might look up the word origin for the title of this post.

Sunday Music: Sam

The beautiful and talented (and gone far too soon) ONJ's Top 20 hit from 1977 (#1 on the Easy Listening chart), performed here live on tour in 1982.

Chinese Checkers, Not Chess

h/t WRSA 

Newsflash for the Tactically and Strategically Retarded:

When the U.S. conducted the Normandy invasion in 1944, the U.S. Navy had already performed  about two dozen successful amphibious assaults on three continents, just in WWII, and had been making opposed landings of troops on hostile shores on four continents going back to 1776.

Chicomia and the PLA Navy, to date, since ever, has performed precisely zero. The day you think they're going to get the first one they've ever done correct across a 75 mile strait, check your hole card.

The PLAN operates only two types of ships: submarines, and targets.

Ukraine -- Ukraine, FFS! -- with zero ships, and some homemade AS missiles, has swept the Russian Black Sea Fleet off the board, and is kicking the shit out of Russian ships tied up in port at ranges of 200 or more miles. China is about to learn a very expensive lesson in the limits of their infant navy's capabilities and limitations, with their homeports less than half that far from Taiwan.

And anyone to whom this is news doesn't know how much they don't know, and isn't tall enough to play on the internet without adult supervision.

That is all.

Any Day Now™, Day 817

We hesitate to bring this up, because it only goads the low-information monkeys to dig around their cages for some feces to fling to fend off Reality, but we cannot help but kick them in the crotch again by pointing out that nearly another month has passed since Ukraine was totally defeated. Which foregone outcome we were assured of, most earnestly, by people who were sure that Any Day Now™, it would inevitably be so.

At the beginning of the month, faithful Putinophiles, like Chicago Cubs fans for over a century, thought "This will finally be our season". Because Vlad said so. For only the 111th time.

Sh'yeah, right. What could possibly go wrong?

Record Russian Casualties - The Telegraph

Double bummer for the faithful Putinophiles: The Telegraph is Britistan's conservative daily, not one of the Useful Idiot-run reliably commie-tard house organs.

Three weeks later, in week 115 of "Just Two Weeks To Flatten Kiev", unlike countless promises, the only thing Putin has filled with relentless persistence are more Russian body bags (when they even bother to collect their dead).

Pretty much like every day since 2/26/22.

The lines shift a few yards each way back and forth, as they have for over 18 months, like a profoundly retarded refighting of the Somme, except less capably. History doesn't repeat, but it rhymes occasionally.

Bean-counters on both sides in 1915 thought they could win, if only they could throw enough men into the machineguns. Europe lost an entire generation disproving that monumental, and monumentally idiotic, military policy. Putin evidently hasn't played enough tic-tac-toe to learn the lesson yet.

The Usual Retards won't read this deep, but that doesn't mean "Ukraine Is Winning", unless you consider France or Belgium in 1919 what "winning" looks like. Common Core grads should probably look that one up before continuing.

It also doesn't mean we should be giving Ukraine an endless unlimited commitment, and it sure as hell means that we shouldn't send anyone there to fight their war for them*. But as we pointed out two years ago, the minute this shifted from them doing what they could with what they had, to doing what they could with what the West would supply, it meant the end of Western aid would also mean the end of Ukraine. So, before anyone advocates cutting them off, they need to answer how the tactic of pulling out down the road worked out for the U.S. in South Vietnam, Afghanistan, and Iraq. They should show all work for that answer.

It does mean that Putin hasn't run out of toes on his feet to keep shooting yet, and that no one in his inner circle has worked up enough guts to hold a Makarov Retirement Party for the Russian Captain Ahab. Yet.

But even if Putin survives long enough to see his press-ganged mob of sad sacks somehow stumble and bumble their way into Kiev tomorrow, one has to wonder who in their right mind thinks the surviving Ukrainians would just roll over and forgive, and settle back into Russia's yoke. Let alone forecast that the rest of Eurostan and most of the world not getting cheap Russian oil would ever end sanctions or forget Russian aggression. Russia is going to be a pariah state for the next century. Enjoy that whole sh*t sandwich, and swallow every bite. Sweden and Finland have already given their answer, anchoring themselves firmly to NATO. Vlad's adventurism has managed to do more to revive NATO in two years than Reagan and the Bush family managed to do in twenty.

Salesman Of The Century props to Vlad for that, alone. 

One invasion speaks more eloquently than a thousand harangues.

The Usual Suspects will root around, and find someone like The Saker or some other tired old KGB mouthpiece to cheer them up with more bedtime fairytales about inevitable Russian invincibility, but millions of people who live in the real world, from retired shipyard workers in Gdansk to aging Tajik, Uzbek, and Pashtun tribesmen in the Kindu Kush know better. 

Maybe next year, Moscow Cubs fans. Maybe next year.

*(If anyone thinks we haven't had SF teams and military attachés there in harm's way since Day Two, and should not, you're really too naïve to be on the internet without adult supervision. The not-too-difficult trick is to remember that doesn't mean they should be covered by the 82d Airborne and TacAir. We tried that after the Gulf Of Tonkin, and it didn't work out too well. One thing does not require the other.)

Another Deplorable Sighting

h/t Divemedic

It's always nice when the Useful Idiot propagandists of the Communist House Organs come right out and say what they've been programmed to spew for their entire lives.

Chinesium Is Where You Find It - Example #41683 Of How They're Trying To Kill Us With Their Consummate Incompetence

Not so fun wang chung offering:

Came home to a new smell today. VOCs, specifically.

"That's funny...the house doesn't usually smell like a broken petrochemical plant when I walk in..."

This is bad. 

Sniffed around (literally). Found the culprit. A less-than-two-months-since-purchase quart can of paint thinner.

American company. Allegedly.

But using, to a metaphysical certainty, some total p.o.s. container made of pure chinesium, purchased by them, beyond any argument, from the glorious minions at the People's #28 Excellent Metal Container Factory in Sum Fuk Dup City, People's Republic of Chinesian Cheap Shit.

Corroded and rusted dafuq up in less than 60 days on the shelf, from a can only six months old since it was filled at the factory, in an area with average humidity in the high 40s, stored in a cool dark paint cabinet, away from any other problematic elements or any chance of galvanic corrosion. But nothing is foolproof, because fools are so ingenious. Or just cheapskate SOBs.

Cap: sealed tight.

Squeeze the can: pinpoint leak shoots out 2/3rds of the way down the can (red circle in header pic), amidst a fresh and chunky 4" rusticle right along the "sealed" cheap ass chinesium can seam. (Can't figure out if they sealed it with soy glue, paper tape, or just straight sugary syrup.) Which - clearly - ain't sealed any more. In a failure of a type of container technology that was perfected on this continent over 150 years ago. Lazy stupid bastards.

FFS, dad had thirty-or-more-year-old cans, with labels from all the way back to the Depression, sitting around his shop when I was a kid, and never had a single leak from a one of them. Oh, but wait, those were Made In America cans, from the last century.

Fortunately, the can I bought was still about 90% full (I'd barely used a cupful to clean up some brushes a couple of months ago). So it had leaked enough to let me know there was a problem, but hadn't completely unzipped and shat the bed. Yet. Probably by mere hours.

If I hadn't found this until a day or two later, I'd probably be writing this from the burn ward, after the water heater pilot light did a little physics demonstration.

The people who palmed this off on customers, at every level, should die of metastasized dick cancer, attacked by rabid pit bulls and badgers, as they fall into a pool of flaming lava, those chintzy m*****f*****s!

Testor's Models had the right idea: Next can of paint thinner goes straight into a glass carboy jug with a gasket-sealed metal screw top or a rubber stopper, because those bastards can't f**k that up. Yet.

The can (emptied out now - thanks for the hazmat situation, @$$holes) is getting sent back to the cheap bastards who used it as a retail container, with a strongly-worded letter. God help them and their legal team if I ever have a house fire, but the new house and car will be fabulous. I'll CC the major retailer who sold it, along with the pics, because their other cans are going to be failing too, on the store shelves, and that's liable to turn into an even bigger lawsuit, and probably sooner than later.

I wonder how much that's going to save Cheapshit Chemicals Inc. in the long run by buying chinesium metal cans by the metric buttload.

Sunday Music: Everybody Have Fun Tonight

 

Number 2 hit in 1986 for new wave three-hit wonders Wang Chung. Totally '80s, and still better than most of anything plopped out in the Top Forty in the almost 40 years since.

For Those Who Won't Give A Sh*t About the Upcoming Banana Republic Elections...

 

These pins and bumper stickers are available about a jillion places on the 'net. Get one now, and wear it with pride come November. I'm not saying don't vote; throwing a wrench at monkeys presiding over ClownWorld via the next Congress is still a worthy goal.

But for the top of the ticket, breaking wind will make you feel better, whatever happens, and may be more effective than voting at them, barring a modern miracle.

If anyone wants to give you grief over that, tell them you're just sending back what Emperor Poopypants has been putting out since 2020.

Turnabout is fair play.

Another Biff Tannen Award-Winning Meme

No signature. (Color me shocked). 

Today's prize-winner bit Mike at Cold Fury yesterday. Ouch.

The giveaway: In 1866, the year when this imaginary SCOTUS decision quote purports to hail from, there were only 36 states, not 50. Nebraska became #37 in 1867. (Oh, and word to your mother: there aren't even 50 continental states, even now. Apparently you were sick the day they talked about Hawaii being a group of islands in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. We're pretty sure SCOTUS clerks knew all that even in 1866. You're really on a roll there, dipshit. Walk tall.)

The second half appears to be some jackass' commentary, but it takes a decision and then drags it far beyond what was actually stated, and tries to write laws into being that don't exist, and turns a "may not" into "making war". Little illogical leap there, cupcake?

This is what happens when Common Core grad fucktards try to meme, because they're too stupid to do two mouseclicks and find out how many states there were, or whether they're "continental" before squatting and plopping out this sort of effluvia onto the internet.

It's time for a reminder from our 16th president:

We haven't seen anything so patently stupid and full of shi...er, rose fertilizer as the header meme since some WH flunkie plopped out Obozo's fake "birth certificate" online, cut-and-paste filled in using a font not invented until this century.

Step forward, Anonymous Meme Fucktard, and claim the Biff Tannen "Make Like A Tree" Award, and wear it with pride. Along with the obligatory ceremonial dunce cap, jackass.

Challenge Accepted

 

The Last Thing God Made

 h/t CW

"Don't you know that women are the only works of art?" - Don Henley
(This pic embiggens. Try not to fall in. We dare you.)

We don't expect to find anything better to look at than this picture at CW's place, or write anything more profound than the captions we supplied. Not quite a haiku, but it'll do for now. So we're quitting while we're ahead, and knocking off until later.

Important Point

Nor will it be when you get one.

Sunday Music: Weird Science

 

Oingo Boingo's most commercial hit, just missing the Top 40 in 1985, which Danny Elfman wrote in his head in the brief time it took him to drive between John Hughes' phone request for a song, and getting home, and probably responsible for getting Elfman into doing movie soundtracks. Which is definitely a net plus.

Also the soundtrack for every day since 1/21/21, where Lisa's line "Well, what do you little maniacs want to do first?" should be the opening line of the nightly news on every channel for explaining the day's events. Except without the fun part.

Two Questions

Caveats:

A) IANAStockbrocker, stock picker, or any other kind of stock exchange guy. I GTFOut for good after the second time in 10 years it crushed my savings and wiped out half of my accounts in '08. I have since found more resilient investment vehicles since then. I leave serious market research to the likes of market and business bloggers like Tyler Durden, Deninger, and other aficionados of that particular game of chance. 

B) I'm sure the stock market is honest and above-board as the day is long, because the SEC assures us it is so, and the government would never, ever lie to us. It's just wild coincidence that every time there's trouble for big investors, the government swoops in with barrels of cash, and every time the market wipes out little investors, the government burps, farts, and wanders off looking for another drink.

Having said that, two questions occur to me:

IF the market were something approaching "rigged", and another major crash was coming with some inevitability, where it could be nudged around somewhat...

1) If the person(s) overseeing that rigging loved, Loved, LOVED Emperor Poopypants, knowing there was an election coming on Nov. 5th of this year, when would they want it to crater?

2) If the person(s) overseeing that rigging hated, Hated, HATED Orange Man Bad, but despite putting both thumbs, a foot, and a fat lady on the scale he somehow managed to beat the Margin Of Cheating and prevail on Election Day, when would they want the market to crater?

Hmm. Mirabile dictu! In both cases, things start looking pretty shitty for stock investments right around 5 minutes after the opening bell on November 6th of this year.

Assuming the market ain't entirely straight and above board.

Assuming a "major market correction" is imminent/inevitable.

No reason to assume that might happen, just because inflation has gone from 1.4% to 9% officially since Jan 2021, or because Money Printer Go Brrrrrr! policies has seen your dollar worth 20% less now than it was worth just a few years ago, or because unemployment is at record levels, and all the jobs "added" since 2021 are minimum-wage entry level jobs getting snagged by endless hordes of wetbacks from around the world, and people whose green cards haven't even had the ink dry on the signature line. Just another coincidence, I'm sure, and endless happy days are coming like a freight train.

But the answers to those two questions would seem to indicate that stock investment gets kind of sketchy come the sixth of November, or anytime after that, for those of you still betting on that particular faro game.

Just spitballing. YMMV. Time will tell.

Part The Third: Divide Et Vince

We've made some wee suggestions about things you can do for the current, or any, Leftardian shenanigans that "spontaneously" spring into being, from now to eternity.

And we hope, nay expect, people with a wicked sense of humor, and the good sense to STFU, will go and do those things, and many more that we haven't even thought of.

1) Because it's a moral imperative, and

2) Because it's both fun, and funny as hell.

But before anyone trots out to do unto the most deserving Useful Idiots, a small caveat.

Counter-revolutionary activity (and that's precisely what we're talking about, in both Marxist-Leninist terms, and actual fact) may be expected by the Leftardian minions (who are always crazy, but not always bag-of-hammers stupid), and always leaves a wake like old steam torpedoes, letting said Useful Idiots shoot a back azimuth to you. Or at least, to your side, and any convenient like-minded individuals. Bad juju.

TPTB, whether outright sponsoring the current struggle sessions, or just happy to see them happen for a host of reasons, all bad, will think pretty much exactly the same way.

This will lead to all sorts of hate and discontent coming back at you and your like-minded colleagues, perhaps in manyfold doses over the original.

But you're playing chess at the grand master level, remember?

You saw this move coming before you started out. And probably another five to ten other moves. (Srsly, if you haven't thought of this step, sit down, posit Move A, and then work out the next five to ten things that will cause to happen. Figure out where the heat will land, and work out how to Be Somewhere Else.)

That may mean being physically somewhere else, but that probably isn't going to cut it.

You need, not to move yourself, but to move the "X" ring off of yourself.

By putting the crosshairs on a better patsy to take the rap, and the wrath.

Small case in point, to illustrate the bigger picture:

Back in the day, there was a certain amount of sass being tossed back and forth between some young ladies, and some young gentlemen.

The gentlemen in question decided the solution to this, was to send out invitations to about 50 people announcing a surprise birthday party for one of the ladies in question. With instructions to tell neither of the two (who were roommates.)

They tagged along, showed up with everyone else, and the surprise party was a total surprise. Not least of which, because it was neither girl's birthday, and they suddenly found themselves hosting an impromptu party, to which people had brought food and presents.

Within a few days, no one could prove, but everyone "knew", who had ginned up the whole affair. 1 point for cleverness. But what moved this game into a higher element was when, a couple of weeks later, a Chili and Chocolate Cake Party was announced at the two guys' apartment. Once again, droves of folks showed up, and the two guys acted totally shocked, as if they had been paid back, and naturally, everyone "knew" they had been paid back by the two ladies who started things.

Everybody, except the two gentlemen, because they had organized both parties.

This came out months later, under vows of secrecy, to a couple of other people. One of whom might have been me. They got two parties to happen, which cost them nothing. They made it look like the ladies were the culprits in retaliation. And chili and chocolate cake were their favorite foods. Pure coincidence, of course.

So they got fed twice, with leftovers for a week the second time, and made it look like someone else's deed. Genius.

And the ladies who got blamed couldn't have paid people to believe they were innocent of the reprisal "surprise". Nobody was buying that story.

That, dear friends, is "dekeing", i.e. decoying the blame onto a convenient patsy.

In this case, no harm, no foul, but a lifelong lesson.

So, wait, how does this relate to campus Leftards?

Thanks for asking.

You have Useful Idiots, who are literally Roused Rabble, in service of outside agitators' agenda. They are quite literally a rent-a-mob, and they bring their own outrage.

So how to take the heat off yourself and like-minded folks, and shift it where it will do the most harm?

Like Caesar with Gaul, and like the pizza in the post header pic, you Divide And Conquer.

This is already happening. You're now going to grease the skids, and put a JATO bottle behind it.

It's a pro-Hamas/anti-Israel rally?

Wunderbar!

Leave calling cards. 

Calling what?

Little items that make it look like somebody's being pissed on, and pissed off, by the rally, from the Leftard side of the zoo.

Gin up some anti-Jewish rhetoric. Flyers, posts, memes, manifestos. You're Pro-Hamas, so you don't just hate the Jooooos! in Israel, or the ones invading Gaza, you hate all of them.

See how that goes over at the local temple on shabbat. Baby, meet bathwater. Feel free to pile on with swastikas. Let's get the Stormfront crowd tarred for things too.

Then, when some of your actual shenanigans start happening, make it look like Jooooooos! were behind it.

Then, put on your LGBTQWERTYEIEIO hat, and get all butthurt, because the pro-Hamas people are talking (in your voice, somehow) about making sure than the next meeting of the Muslims Students Association and the LGBTQWERTEIEIO Alliance takes place on the roof of the campus admin building. Two groups enter, one group leaves.

Let the LGBTQWERTYEIEIO folks now get all butthurt at the pro-Muslim folks for gay-phobic intolerance.

Hey, waitaminute?? How come you Cracker Kids are having a rally for brown people over there, and ignoring all the Black Lives That Matter getting capped right here?!?

Take out your BLM sock puppet, and question why all those white kids are more worked up about Achmed over there than they are about Tyrone and Laqueesha right up the street. And how come they're all playing kissy-huggy-touchy-feely with the cops that been shootin' Cuzzin Dindu while his hands wuz raised?!? Clearly, it's just one more case of the Man Keeping Us Down. Represent, homie!

Then send out counter-communiques telling Cleetus and Wambeesha to shut their uppity mouths and support the cause.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

Do it again for Wammin's Feminazi groups, and ask why "we" are rallying for our misogynist Sharia oppressors, sisters??

Have the Hamascidal idiots tell them to calm down and STFU too. Because that works so well on angry women.

Have the atheists get into the bitch-fest, and rail against any theocracy.

Bitch-slap them on behalf of the Philistinian protestors too.

Have Hose A and Hose B whinge because the protests should be down at the border, to let everyone from Brownsville to Tierra del Fuego in, not to worry about some other war an ocean away.

I have told the story before waaaaaay back about how, out of sheer boredom, I single-handedly got every dog in every yard for half a mile all barking at each other. Over and over.

Now imagine the fun that ensues when you do the same thing with all the cats and dogs on this or any future Ark Of Retards.

Especially if you make it look like everything you're doing was done by one of the gang of Usual Suspects. An online comment here, some graffiti there, a couple of claims made on behalf of imaginary Butthurt Interest Groups, and before long, they'll be slitting each other's throats and stabbing each other in the back, literally or figuratively, and starting feuds that will fester for years to decades, while you sit back, watch, and laugh yourselves silly. Don't overlook anonymous tips to The Man, helpfully allowing them to find the residue of your stunts behind someone else's clubhouse, in their trash cans, or their car trunk. Some of it might even get suspicion all over those outside agitators, making them the new Crazy Cat Ladies vandalizing their own cars, and getting arrested for it. Even TPTB love that stuff, and friendly sources will trumpet it from the rooftops even louder than that.

You may have seen this material before: they did an entire episode of M*A*S*H* based on this exact concept.

So if you're going to drop the hammer, make sure you aren't pointing at your own foot first. Pick your patsies, drop your breadcrumbs, plant your fingerprints, and let the games begin. Try not to hurt yourself splitting your sides open once it becomes a self-fueled fustercluck for the Useful Idiots.

You Might Want To Take Notes

Everybody who's ever had to take a fire safety class knows about the Fire Triangle:

Air, Heat, and Fuel. Any attack on one or more items puts out a fire.

People in the .Mil and civilian occupations have seen "Break The Chain" posters and lectures, noting that it is rarely one thing, but usually an unbroken string of bad or stupid things, that lead to a total disaster. Breaking one link "breaks the chain", and the disaster doesn't happen.

At its simplest, there's the template to every episode of Rescue 9-1-1 back in the day.

Implacable forces of nature + Human stupidity = drama and pathos.

Get rid of either one, and your stupidity wasn't featured on one of their episodes.

The root lesson, and the one I was hinting at in this previous post, is that folks should stop worrying about the current shenanigans on college campuses (or any future sort of Leftard tomfoolery and jackassery) like a serious problem, and start looking at them from a military perspective.

Meaning every event like that runs on several non-negotiable things:

Personnel

Intelligence

Training and Operations

Logistics

Communications

Attack one or more of those things, in any field of endeavor, and the enemy's plan fails, along a spectrum from tactical to strategic.

People: those are already there, but that's a blessing and a curse. People need water, food, rest, and sanitation.

Intelligence: They need to know what's going on beyond their personal horizon.

Training: If they haven't been trained for everything, there are weaknesses to exploit.

Operations: Thwart their mission, disrupt their activities, and their failure is assured.

Logistics: Anything they don't have in their pockets, needs to be prevented from reaching them, or prevented from working as designed.

Communications: Internal, and external. Jam it, cut it, delay it, or any combination, which all degrade their chances of accomplishing anything useful.

The more of those things you do, the more you degrade morale.

Which makes people question or ignore their leaders.

Which saps commitment.

Which undermines everything they attempt.

So all the things I whimsically suggested, and many more, could all be used (should all be used!) by whomever, to let these bumpkins and Useful Idiots know they're playing checkers in a world full of chess grand masters.

Block food and water, and that crowd will dwindle to nothing in about 2 days. Jesus will not be multiplying loaves and fishes, and if they didn't bring it, and can't get it, they won't be eating it.

Deny them rest, and they'll lose their minds in a couple of days. Literally.

Deny sanitary facilities, and it'll turn into a mass health crisis in the same amount of time.

Those sites are running on cell phones. Which run from helpfully obvious towers. Be a real bummer if someone dropped a soda can full of iron oxide and magnesium shavings on top of the control boxes, which somehow caught fire, and took those towers relays out for a few days, wouldn't it?

They lose contact, media access, communications, cohesion, everything.

Legacy media have satellite uplinks from their trucks, but the schmucks in the tent cities? They're deaf, dumb, blind, and stupid.

People could also get their hands on portable all-band cell phone jammers, stuff a few into backpacks, and wander nearby, creating the same effect. Someone might even plop a few into fake A/C units, with solar panels, on rooftops, and just let them run, for the same benefit. No cell, wifi, or any other nonsense. By the time they could be pinpointed and ID'ed, the event would be over. You could even set them to run at different times, in rotation, making DFing them more problematic. Serious HAMs could do it, but the yokels running that show? They'd be bumfuzzled.

Beavis and Butthead are using VHF, UHF, FRS, or CB? Selectively jam them. Let other communiques out. Gather intel. Spoof them with bogus messages. Pretend to be them, and issue retarded and embarrassing manifestos and messages, which will most assuredly be heard and disseminated, and now they're on the defensive having to deny things they never said, which go viral on all media outside their enclaves.

Anyone nearby could gin up totally bogus "protestor" videos too, and dump them onto YouTube and X. Comedy gold is where you mine it. Remember Churchill's line: "A lie will get halfway around the world, before the Truth has gotten its boots on." Use that reality to your advantage.

Simply suss out all the things underpinning those activities they're undertaking, and seek to take them apart one by one, until their whole effort is one giant clusterfuck.

Nobody has to do all of them. Pick one, and go wild on it. Be the chaos and friction Von Clausewitz warned military leaders about.

The other side aren't all that well-organized, so it isn't going to be that hard.

BONUS RESULT: Some day, when you're the G, operating operationally, you'll know all the ways your plans can be monkeywrenched, so you'll be fore-armed at thinking of alternate, contingency, and emergency methods to unscrew any attempts to screw with your efforts, come the day.

Both of which make your enemies look ridiculous, and lead to them being ridiculed.

"And then, kick them in the balls!"

 - Captain William Fairbairn's concluding remarks, after each and every dirty move he taught commandos in hand-to-hand combat during WWII.

Problems Solved While You Wait

h/t WRSA

Difficult problems require simple solutions.

Oh. My. Dear. God.

 

I...

I mean...

This can't be...

It's a parody...

Wait?! It's real?!?!?

What the...?

Words almost fail to do this justice.

This guy should've just been killed, on the spot, FFS. As a mercy killing. For the good of the service.

Incredibly, this happened at least a year ago. A decade or two hence, it would have been an entire episode of 60 Minutes, and the Secretary of Defense would have been impeached for cause. And probably would have had to flee the country to somewhere without an extradition treaty to avoid the federal trial afterwards.

After watching this ungodly piece of total walking shit fuck up harder than a platoon full of retards just in his non-judicial Mast, while underway submerged on USS Wyoming (SSBN-742) I have a scant few questions:

1) How in blistering fuck is this asshole on any nuclear missile submarine? EVAR?!?

2) How in blistering fuck did this walking piece of shit every get on any submarine that wasn't a landlocked tour, or a ride at a Disneyland amusement park?

3) Why the fuck is this being handled at an Article 15 Captain's Mast, instead of a Special Court Martial?

4) Why isn't Seaman Recruit Fuckbag not doing 5-10 years under confinement at hard labor at the Military Correctional Facility in Fort Leavenworth, KS, spending 16 hours a day beating the shit out of boulders with a sledgehammer until his bones screamed in agony, every single day, prior to receiving a Bad Conduct Discharge??

5) Why isn't everyone in this shitbag's chain of command, from SecDef down to his Leading Petty Officer, not getting the shit grilled out of them by 20 Senators and Congressweasels live on national television for endangering the national security of the United States of America, specifically with regard to willfully and negligently disregarding the safety and integrity of our strategic nuclear weapons delivery systems, for ever letting such an unredeemed piece of walking human shit within 50 miles of a nuclear missile submarine, and facing charges up to and including treason?

6) Why isn't Seaman Recruit Fuckbag's face and body not lumped up like a row of anti-tank dragon's teeth from the results of nightly "blanket parties" administered by his entire watch, in shifts, using bars of soap in a sock administered from head to toe, prior to his flagrantly insubordinate appearance at this Mast, just to instill in him the bare minimum of respect and military courtesy for his chain of command??

7) How in blistering fuck did anyone pass this shitbomb through recruit training, let alone sign him up for the Navy in the first place?

While this CO has the patience of a saint, tolerating such flagrant and willful disobedience and disrespect, and letting this shitbag off with a few days confinement on bread and water, is like the CO wiping his ass on his own uniform and the ship's national ensign (that would be the U.S. flag for lubbers) at the same time.

The most reasonable and expeditious punishment for this 80-IQ piece of walking shit should have been to have the Master At Arms take him to the Trash Disposal Unit, physically stuff him inside it, jumping on it as necessary to get it closed, compact his body using the machinery provided, eject it overboard at depth, and record his subsequent status as Unauthorized Absence - Presumed Desertion At Sea.

And that gentle treatment, only because Keelhauling and Flogging Round The Fleet have sadly gone out of vogue.

Everyone who touched him all the way back to the recruiter who signed him into the Navy should be reduced one grade permanently, and receive a permanent punitive letter of counselling for their official service record.

I know senior NCOs in the Marine Corps who would have killed such a piece of human excrement on the spot in the first two minutes of this clown show, purely out of autonomous reaction, pled guilty, and gotten a Navy Commendation Medal from the Commandant of the Marine Corps for that response.

In the Fleet Marine Force, a guy like this would have received E-tool counselling in the field, and never come back after a field exercise. No loss, net gain.

Hint: This is an E(ntrenching)-Tool

If during wartime in a combat zone, one of the grenades on his belt would have had the safety pin removed. Oopsie. Too bad. So sad.

Sorry, squids: you're now a national joke, and an international laughingstock. They should issue all of you rainbow wigs, red ball noses, and clown shoes in basic training until further notice.

This is what all those rusty Navy ships look like on the inside.

And why I can't even talk about the current state of the military anymore. If this hadn't plopped onto my YouTube page today, I could have died happier someday. Pretty much like the US Navy already has.

Bwahahahahahahahahahahaha!

I'ma just leave these two items regarding two different Trump witch hunts right here...

Judge in Trump classified documents case suspends trial indefinitely

Porn star loses it in court: Stormy Daniels starts yelling during questioning

"I cannot spare this man; he fights." - Abraham Lincoln

Gray Man, My @$$

And that was from among other Bostonians, which is really saying something.
He also managed to be top of the list for nearly every
"Detain and hang on sight" order from 1775-1783. 

Become ungovernable. Find your balls, grow a spine, and dare to attempt great things. It's your birthright, and it's in your DNA.

The Real Ministry Of Ungentlemanly Warfare

Once upon a time, cannibals attacked a circus, and they caught a clown and ate him.

One cannibal said to the other one, "This tastes funny..."

I bring that up, because the local pro-terrorist sit-in at Penn was approached by Homer J. Doofus, and he filmed himself bravely goading them into threats of violence.

You can hear all about it at Divemedic's place.

The guy in the linked vids on X was a pure unmitigated idiot.

Smarter moves he could've done, but hadn't the wit to do?

Here are some things one or more motivated individuals might choose to do on their own:

Caveats: Obey the law. Follow all rules. Remove shirt before ironing. Do not taunt happy fun ball. YOYO: You're On Your Own. Big Boy Rules Apply.

A) Infiltrate

Hey, they've been infiltrating right-of-center rallies for years. Payback is a bitch. Get a couple of long-haired younger friends to "join" their noble cause. Make contacts. Shoot video. Map out the whole thing from the inside. See if you can trip to who all is funding and supplying them. Specifically, or generally. This is a tale as old as time, in the second oldest profession. It worked for Chico in The Magnificent Seven. Maybe text their plans to an outside contact, in time to thwart them. Afterwards, send a fully-detailed and anonymous briefing (who, what, when, where, how) - most obviously, one that doesn't lead straight back to your Benedict Arnold - to the local constables, the state police, and the feds. Maybe even Interpol, and other agencies as well. Oh, and send copies to people like James O'Keefe, Glenn Beck, Sean Hannity, et al. It's going to get picked up. And cockroaches hate light. 

Follow-up outrage and prosecution may follow. Give it a shot. "Guerrillas swim in the sea of the people." - Mao. So maybe poison their ocean for a couple of generations. Bonus points: Plant incriminating info in a burner phone (you know how to make one of those happen, right??) on one of their leaders that make it look like they're really the leaker, then sit back and watch the resulting struggle sessions and re-education as they fight amongst themselves.

B) Gather Intel from outside

[Pro Tip: Army and Marine snipers are far more effective - and lethal - with binoculars and a radio than they ever are with a scoped rifle. Learn a lesson there.]

Log movements. Identify faces. No one can maintain facial camo in public indefinitely. Especially that bunch of assclowns.

Figure out who the ringleaders are.

Note their response to trespassers. Who are the reaction teams? How many are there? Do they work shifts? Can they handle multiple threats at once? Especially at 3AM.

Follow as many as you can when it breaks up. Even if that's only one.

They all have to take a pee when they're at a restaurant, or take out the trash. Then they don't have a gang with them anymore. Be a real bummer if you did, huh?

C) Harass

Shoot fireworks into their encampment at all hours.

Release noxious agents from upwind.

Marine flares will travel a long way, and set things on fire when they hit, and they sell them everywhere. How interesting.

BB guns sting. I recall the DC snipers hiding inside an empty car trunk. Probably works for pellet guns too, with even less sound. Just saying.

Anybody who's ever played in the northern latitudes in late fall or winter knows paintballs can become frozen. And hurt like a m*****f***er when they hit. Head shots have been known to cause concussions and unconsciousness. Imagine what a crotch shot with a .68 caliber marble feels like. So knowing that, who needs rubber bullets? BTW, it's always winter inside your freezer. Hmm.

Slingshots are small, concealable, and readily discarded.

Chemistry majors can whip up some butyric acid. It'd sure suck if someone fired a water balloon filled with that sh*t-stink into that camp.

Or one filled with skunk scent.

Or just launched some rotten meat and fish, and turned loose a bunch of rats and such.

And waited for the skunks, possums, and 'coons nearby to discover things for themselves.

Feral dogs? Fuggedaboudit. Comedy gold.

Take a lesson from Samson: he turned wild foxes loose with torches tied to their tails into the Philistines' crops. What could be more appropriate to a camp of pro-Palestinians? Fresh out of wild foxes? How about cats? Roombas? RC trucks with glass jars of flammable liquids?Flaming bags of dog poo? Endless possibilities.

D) Sabotage

Most of these idiots asked for food, because they never thought of that. So send them some. Imagine a frat getting together to have 100 Big Macs (or Fake Meat. Or Tofu. Whatever.) delivered - after they all smear a little "special sauce", i.e. biological waste product (human sh*t) on them. Not enough to taste right off, mind you. But in 10 hours or so...it's going to get messy in that camp, and take the fight right out of them. Trust me on that. Some chicken entree by Chef Sal Monella is always a dish best served lukewarm. The myriad ways you could jack up "sealed" food containers is legion. Fruit, like oranges and bananas and apples, are easier still. All I'm saying, is imagine 500 people all on an acid trip at the same time. Or all trying to use the can 10 times an hour, between projectile vomiting spells. Gastroenteritis doesn't kill people as much as it makes them wish they were dead. Bon Appetit, commie pigs!

What, you think the cops don't send in a Valium-sprinkled pizza to barricaded suspects?

Grow up.

Speaking of the po-po, are they guarding the miscreants and enabling them? Might want to donate a case of specially-flavored water to them too. 

On the topic of human waste, those goons are sh*tting somewhere, and not in their pants. Find the portajohns. Block the service trucks, by any means necessary. Call around, and cancel their servicing. Drill holes in the portajohn holding tanks, so the contents go in one hole, and out the other. Sabotage the permanent plumbing in nearby buildings so they have no options there. The "occupiers" will get the blame for that move too. [Hint: women are far fussier about that than men. Ask me what happens when "somebody" shuts off all the flush valves in the women's dorm. All. Of. Them.] Win-win.

If you get real lucky, you may trigger any number of disease outbreaks in that encampment. Boo frickin' hoo.

Don't overlook the opportunity to pass out bottles of "hand sanitizer" that are just thinned out vaseline. Or cooking oil.

Let your imagination run wild with all the things that might be done to personal care products: toothpaste, mouthwash, liquid soap, shampoo, etc. Nota bene: Syrup of ipecac mixes with a lot of things.

Sucks for them if they didn't pay attention in the siege warfare section of history class, doesn't it?

Snow fencing? Be a real pisser if someone tied some marlin-grade monofilament to it, and the other end to a car bumper. And then drove away. Probably scatter tents and the campers inside ass-over-teakettle. Definitely gonna f**k up their circadian rhythms, i'n'it?

Can you get close enough to shoot water from a super soaker into the camp without getting swarmed? Swap the water for battery acid. That stuff eats through nylon fabric - like tents - with a vengeance. Burns too. Ask me how I know.

Find the sprinkler controls for that quad. Let your imagination run wild there.

Maybe you can find a crop duster who's not above using them for brushfire water drop practice.

Can't throw them out of helicopters? Learn from a M*A*S*H* episode: find one willing pilot, and drop a load of festering garbage onto them instead. At O-dark-thirty.

In short, be devious, cruel, and nasty, instead of stupid. 

Because let's face it: it was the Legion Of Misfits who decided to emulate tactics last seen at the Little Big Horn and Dien Bien Phu. The least you could do is teach them a historical lesson about forting up in the middle of hostile territory. The more hostile, the better they'll learn.

And FFS, stop making facecrack videos about it.

F**k me, Leftards?

No, Fuck YOU. Twice as hard, and no lube.

Remember: It's not funny until it's not funny.

Then it's hilarious.

I'm not telling anyone to go out and do any of this. No, really.

I have no knowledge of how the commies who were harassing the folks stopping illegals on the border in the early 2000s might have had their camps and campfires salted with OC and CS powder at 4AM, or how raw chicken livers might have been launched amidst them with slingshots at night, and game calls might have brought every pack of coyotes for miles to come sniff around right outside their tents until the Young Leninists decided to go back to town, because the border wilderness was a bit too wild to be good little communists in.

And I'm not telling anyone to go out and do anything. You have agency. I just submit the preceding "for informational purposes only".

Because I'm expecting that college kids and others will have the wit to figure this sort of thing out all by themselves, on their own. 

I mean, sweet suffering Shiva, the Hayduke "Revenge" books have been in print since the 1970s, Edward Abbey wrote The Monkeywrench Gang in 1975, and Animal House came out in 1978. So WhyTF should the eco-terrorists of EarthFirst! have all the fun?!?

But I'm absolutely expecting the laughs and memes afterwards will be epic.

And if any of this had you clutching your pearls in shock, you're part of the problem, not part of the solution.

OTOH: If you've got so little as a handful of dedicated fellow @$$holes to join you in this quest, you should be able to half-ass that into your own A-Team, and take charge of any campus AO, until Team Fascist starts crying like little bitches.

And remember, kids: lest anyone think this sort of thing is beneath their dignity, recall that many of the guys who showed up from Lexington to Concord Bridge got their start dressing up as Indians and pulling a prank on 342 cases of tea. Mighty oaks from humble acorns grow.

You Will See This Material Again

h/t and full props to zorost99

This phenomenon will be familiar to most men, especially most of the married men.

Feel free to copy and paste this appellation and/or the accompanying meme whenever and wherever appropriate.

It won't put out the flames, but like those colored campfire additives, it'll make them more fun to watch.

Better Then? Yes and No.

 h/t CW

Polio. Smallpox. Communists. Permanent military draft for 26 years ('48-'73. You could look it up.) Endless Democrat Congresses. Rotary phones, from Ma Bell only, with monopoly pricing to match. 8" B&W TV. AM Radio. Yesterday's news at the speed of teletype. Adding machines and slide rules. Duck-and-Cover. Air travel by prop plane. Train and sea passenger travel normal. Bumps in the two-lane highway big enough to eat the car, with an endless progression of one-horse towns with crooked cops running speed traps. Jim Crow. "Colored only" sports leagues, restrooms, dining rooms, bathrooms, bus seats, and drinking fountains.

OTOH:

No digital surveillance and tracking of everything from cradle to grave. Always paying cash. 5¢ candy bars. 50¢ meals. Houses cheap enough a guy at the gas station could afford to live in one. Fishing and hunting season were celebrated. Long arms in your truck window, a pistol in your pocket, and a real knife on your belt were all legal. Not locking your doors and leaving the keys in the car resulted in...nothing bad happening. Terrorism??Never heard of it. Knowing all your neighbors, and them knowing you. Families that lasted a lifetime, for all races, because divorce required good cause. Never pressing "1" for English. Never hearing a phone ring or someone jabbering on one anywhere but home or work. Abortions rarer than hen's teeth.

Not everything was better then.

But certain aspects of life were a notable improvement.

It Must've Been A Superpower

Ponder, even for a few minutes, what saddling the republic with these three unmitigated douchebags for nearly 20 years combined (out of the last 32) has done to this country. If most people could've seen 2024 from 1993, they'd have gone all torches and pitchforks 30 years ago. Just thinking about it now, you'd be able to watch your blood pressure rise like the tide, in real time.

Sunday Music: Vincent

Don McLean's other masterpiece.

See What I Did There?

Nit-pickers would argue that it would be an intelligent design.

Yes, But...

Even ordinary men have a limit beyond which they will not be pushed.

Peter at BRM thinks some folks are "fedposting", i.e. inciting violence. That suggesting people need to be tossed from helicopters or shot in the face is going too far. And that civic decorum must needs be maintained.

His blog, his rules. 

Some folks posting may indeed be feds; entrapment is what they do. Buuuut...

People haven't "had it" yet, because they aren't doing it.

And the fedposting is, as usual, the Usual Anonymous Suspects. As always.

But it's myopic to think one side can (or should) unswervingly maintain the ROL unilaterally.

It was 77 "terrorists" on Lexington Common who touched things off last time, and shooting people in the face was suddenly in vogue.

Some tyrants don't learn any other way, and most people realize, generally belatedly, that all their efforts at a peaceful solution were nothing but appeasement, which enervated their allies while emboldening their enemies to push farther and harder.

What can't continue, won't.

Feds are gonna fedpoast; it's all they've got. They've seen what happens when they try the direct approach. It never turns out as they'd hoped. Boo frickin' hoo.

"There's nothing wrong with shooting.
As long as the right people get shot."
- Inspector Harold Calahan, SFPD

But you have the literal brownshirt army and senior political leadership, from the Oval Office on down(!), already spearheading open calls to consider the right half of the country terrorists, kill them, lock them in concentration camps, and re-educate them. The trouble is, all of us know where those boxcars drop off, and we won't be having any of that this time, nor anytime.

The fuse is lit and only getting shorter Peter, and however that saddens you, you're wise enough to recognize it isn't going to grow itself longer over time.

We're already living in what is a total and unmitigated banana republic except admitting its existence  openly and outright. And that minor lack is a pretty thin fig leaf over what's been going on for years, stretching into decades.

The question isn't whether or not things blow up.

It's only down to where and when, and the only thing standing between this moment and that one is random circumstance, and a few pounds of trigger pressure.

Then the ball is open, and the range is hot in both directions.

Pointing those truths out isn't calling for it. It's just reading a thermometer on a boiler headed for an explosion. What's coming isn't rhetoric and philosophy. It's chemistry and physics.

Trick Question

There are no college students in the picture.

They're all professional agitators and paid crisis actors, getting their usual fawning tongue-bath from their butt buddy fellow communists in the enemedia. Divemedic has a few examples from the recent USF shenanigans. Peter at BRM is on the same trail. (UPDATE: Middle Of The Right piles on too.) Seems all the wheels are coming off the "spontaneous protest" wagon.

This has been nothing more than another astro-turfed "grassroots" nothingburger.

No word on when they'll be arresting terrorism-funder-in-chief Soros for all this orchestrated and catered nonsense and violence, and getting him the Waterboard Suite at the GITMO Hilton, but it should have been 10 years ago.

Just as it would be instructive to start shooting at the "Patriot Front" whenever they hold a rally, to force the FBI to explain why they inexplicably had 42 agents wounded in one day, the police responding to these protests should switch from rubber bullets and tear gas to copper-jacketed lead, so that people could note the number of 45-year-old Clinton regime holdout career criminal troublemakers and 70-year-old aging hippies from the 1960s with new bullet wounds or posthumous FAFO Medals making up and directing 98% of the current round of fake unrest going on at the moment.

Stock up on canned goods. It's going to be a bumpy year.