Friday, August 9, 2019

When the U.S. Goes Flight 93 On Sen. Kneepads

h/t Kenny


















Senator Kneepads is about to get an education on delusional grandstanding.
“I also have as part of my background and experience working on this issue, when I was attorney general [of California], and we put resources into allowing law enforcement to actually knock on the doors of people who were on two lists — a list where they had been found by a court to be a danger to themselves and others and another list where they were precluded and prohibited from owning a gun because of a conviction that prohibited that ownership,” she added.
Harris commented that she would send law enforcement door-to-door to confiscate guns from illicit people.
“Those lists were combined and then we sent law enforcement out to take those guns, because, listen, we have to deal with this on all levels, but we have to do this with a sense of urgency and we have to act. Enough with the talk,” she said.

Let's be clear here, if you're a felon in possession, or you've failed a court hearing on your sanity, with counsel present on both sides, I have no problem with this. That's what actual due process looks like. But Sen. Kneepads isn't talking about that. Those people should have ALREADY had their guns taken away. She's talking about doing this with "Red Flag" laws, which violate all constitutional and common law, and every rule of jurisprudence going back to before Magna Carta. (Common Core grads, look it up.)

That illegal abomination of ideas is going to get Officer Friendly a face full of buckshot, and he'll deserve it, every single time. And I hope it happens, until the cops wise up and tell the poiticians they're under arrest for violating everyone's civil rights.

Because if you try this, just like terrorists with box cutters on planes, you get a one-time 90-minute head start on this kind of egregious sh*theadedness in America, then everyone's onto the new rule changes, pushback begins, and we start stacking them all up like cordwood. Eventually, for sport.

They can run raids like that once. Maybe twice.
By the third wave, everyone knows the game, and it's open season on everyone of them, forever, and the only way to tap out is quit and change sides, or die.
By Day Three or Four, people have staked out their station houses, and they're getting picked off as they enter and leave. (Say, Officer Friendly, how many days MREs do you have stockpiled at the station house? Just curious.)

Then they go after their families, and TPTB.

Call that toss in the air.

If even 1/2 of 1% of those with guns get frisky, they're out of cops, feds, and military, in about a week, even if they take out 2 for 1 in defending themselves.

And they won't be able to put up sandbags fast enough when folks are walking onto military posts, shooting guys at the chowhall, or in front of the barracks at morning formation.

Most military posts will be locked down by their COs to stay out of things entirely, and those on the civvy side will either be leading the charges on the halls of power, or trying get to a plane or fast boat in haste.

Before that, or shortly after, by Saturday most likely, the coup happens, and Senator Kneepads is one of the first in a tumbrel cart to face Madame Guillotine. If she even makes it past 20' of wire noose and a handy lamp post.

Remember, Qaddafi was gunned down in front of a mini-mall. They didn't wait for Marquess of Queensbury Rules to kick in there either.

All that's left after that is thinning out the 100M or so who think gun grabs are a good idea, but we aren't a people that likes to fight a war twice, so that'll be next. Think Romanians and Ceaucescu. It's going to be an enthusiastic, if sloppy and brief, political realignment.


Happy Retirement Day, commie pigs!





















And that's just based on popular sentiment, with no prior planning.

This is not going to go like they planned when the entire country goes all Flight 93 on them.
The look of surprise on their faces will be priceless, and the last thing that goes through their minds will likely be 158 grains of lead.
















Pro Tip:
First guy to make a deck of cards of the 53 leading American Communists with the faces of their ringleaders on it, like we did with Saddam & Co., is going to be an instant millionaire.

The hardest part will be deciding who makes the cut for top tier.

Hands down, Soros should be the Joker in the deck.
Saying more might get one a visit from the Secret Service, but if mock-cutting off President Bad Orange Man's head is just boisterous free speech, then let's rock the First Amendment the other way, kids.



We've read our Solzhenitsyn, comrades. 
 

 

 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
So come and take them, comrades.
Or at least, try.
We'll be loading magazines.
 
 

Pride Of The Navy



Landing Ship Dock USS Fort McHenry, LSD-43, sailing into Kiel, FRG,
this June, looking like a Somali garbage scow.
CDR Salamander has the scoop. RTWT.

This was for BALTOPS, in mid-June this year. After a small crapstorm, they finally cleaned it up in August.

After sending it overseas to be the laughingstock of NATO's other navies, and the world.

There is no excuse for this whatsoever in a peacetime navy, and damned little more even if we were at war, unless it was coming back from six months' continuous service on the Murmansk convoys or something.

And if USS Rustbucket looks that bad on the outside, imagine what an unredeemed cauldron of shit it must look like on the inside. Let alone how well it functions.

Relieve the captain, march him down the gangplank in irons, then do the same for the squadron commander (COMPHIBRON 6), and the group commander (COMEXSTRKGRU 2) for dereliction of duty. And that lenient treatment only, once again, because "keelhauling" and "flogging around the fleet" are no longer countenanced in the current edition of the military Manual For Courts Martial. Gawd, how standards have slipped since they went all soft on this behavior.

Then make every officer and CPO on that ship each write "I will not sail out of port in a rusty bucket of shit." 10,000 times, on a blackboard, non-stop until completion or collapse, or else voluntary surrender their promotion and commissioning warrants, and retire on the spot, for cause, in lieu of a general court martial.

Then park that tub of shit pierside at Norfolk, and set all hands, both onboard that ship and assigned to the base proper, to rust and paint detail, around the clock, until it looks like a Navy ship of the line, rather than a pirate mothership from the Horn of Africa, or something left floating in the head after the plumbing has broken down.

If they need to do that with every other ship in the Navy, in a conga line, so be it, until they stop sending ships to sea looking like they're departing on their final voyage to be scuttled.

This is like Naval Operations 101 stuff, and yet we've got alleged leaders with 20+ years commissioned and non-commissioned service who can't grasp it.

It's a good thing the current Navy has nearly one admiral for every commissioned ship, and they still look like this. Not that that's a flagrant waste of taxpayer dollars or anything.

If the Navy is so hard up for maintenance, perhaps all those soon-to-be cashiered JAGholes from NRSW formerly persecuting SEAL team members can be reassigned to paint details while they await the processing of their paperwork for either enforced or early separation.
It would do them, and the Navy, a world of good.




Regarding Comments about how this was manpower, over-utilization, etc. etc. blah blah blah:

Excuses are like @$$holes: everyone has one and they're all full of $#!^.
There are many reasons for a ship of the line, even a gator freighter,
looking like a rusty $#!^bucket on the Zambezi River garbage packet, but there's NO excuse for this.

If those squids (and anyone serving aboard her is a squid, not a sailor) had time to eat, crap, and sleep, they had time to chip and paint.
They failed to do so for months.

Thus the harshest punishments should be doled out to that shit's (not a typo) officers and CPOs.
They're leadership fuck-ups, deserve 0.0 pros and cons, and there's no excuse that suffices for that.


If the ship is short on maintenance funds, maybe a couple of weeks on bread and water at all mealtimes for all hands will magically loosen up funds for paint and brushes. Start that policy in the wardroom and the goatlocker, and you'd be amazed how fast the crew will turn to.

After that, a command inspection of the inside of USS RUSTBUCKET, from bilge to radio mast tip is in order.

The fleets should also start awarding a red "F" for fuck-up, to be painted in the same place and same size the "E" goes currently, to the worst ships in each fleet, worn as a badge of shame until the next annual awards, and with every foul-up in every rate all transferred onto the ship, and anyone showing merit transferred out.

It's the same reason Gen. Savage detailed his deadweight former XO to command the B-17 "Leper Colony".


Thursday, August 8, 2019

"Common Sense" Gun Control Isn't

h/t It Ain't Holy Water



If The Shoe Fits Dept.:



Just a hunch, ma'am.



Anchoring The Far Left Corner Of The Bell Curve






































cf.: Lenin: "useful idiots".

The Antifatards serve a purpose:
now you know what happened to those fetal alcohol kids in school who ate paint chips and all the craft time paste.

But "harder to turn popular opinion against us"...?

Dudes, that train left the station years ago.

Unless you've got a flying Cortina, you morons will never get to Hogwarts.

You've Come A Long Way, Baby






Wednesday, August 7, 2019

Liberal Logic Is An Oxymoron
















Taliban kills 14, wounds over 100 in Kabul suicide bombing

No problem.
Just declare Kabul an IED-Free Zone, require a full background check for purchasing Semtex, and pass a ban on suicide bombing, and that should fix it immediately, and forever.

Right, Democrats?

Not "No". Not "H#!!, no." This Requires "F**k, no!"



Author, frequent commenter, and blogger in his own right OldNFO had some thoughts yesterday regarding the hoopla and frenzy over two f**ktards and the inevitable Dumbocrat blood-dancing following their escapades:


"I would have a different proposal, do away with gun laws! Train everyone how to use them, once they pass a mental evaluation and background check, they are allowed to buy and carry whatever their heart desires. Constitutional carry…"
OldNFO is a good guy. His blog is a regular stop, and he's generally a thoughtful and sensible guy, and make no mistake about it, very pro-2A.
But I have a teeny weenie issue with that proposal as stated.

To wit:

Which other constitutionally protected natural rights mentioned in the BoR should require a doctor's note before kicking in?

Freedom of speech?
Freedom of religion?
Freedom of assembly and association?
Right to jury trial?
Right to no cruel and unusual punishment?
Right to no double jeopardy?
Right to not be required to quarter soldiers in your house?

Just curious where and why you'd draw that line...

If I say I don't want soldiers in my house in peacetime, does that make me therefore crazy, and thus unfit to exercise that right??

Captain Yossarian called.
All he said was:
"That's some catch, that Catch-22."

"It's the best there is!"

Anybody who would try to put a doctor's note between me and natural rights should be placed on a permanent mental health incarceration hold for 72 years, or until such time as the delusional state completely passes.

Failing that, should anyone try and enforce it, I'll be happy to arrange a meeting for them with 72 virgins.
Or was that 72 Virginians?
I forget...

Either way, it's not going to work out like you think it will.

The state doesn't get to put up a hoop - not any hoop - for anyone to jump through before deciding their constitutional rights will be granted.

Natural law rights were earned when my name was typed on my birth certificate, and I had a pulse.
End of discussion.

200M zombies killed by their governments in the last century would like a word with you...

The @$$tards proposing stupid gun law ideas don't need any help.
But a goodly number of them need a bullet to the head, and if they keep pushing, they're going to get their wishes granted.

Weaponsman conservatively estimated the number of guns in the U.S. in private hands, using actual data (with numerous blank spots) at a solid 600,000,000 guns. Not 200M. Not 300M.

And every owner probably has 25-1000 (or more) rounds of ammunition per piece, which puts rounds of ammunition available in the stratosphere.

The people who think they're going to ban guns , and follow through on that cunning plan, are going to get a headache that will make the Irish Troubles look like a church picnic egg toss.

And when it's over, we'll be 150M Americans short of current numbers, and no one left alive who'll be in favor of banning everything.

So except for the regrettable rivers of blood that plan will occasion, maybe it's time to open that ball, and get down to the rat-killin'.

"You can't argue with a rat, baby sister..."

They don't seem to take a hint any other way.

Tuesday, August 6, 2019

Survival Tools



The humble zip tie ( AKA cable tie) always punches well above its weight.
A bag of 50-100 4"-6" weighs only a few ounces, but replaces yards of cordage and does many other tasks as well or better. They come in a wide range of lengths, strengths, and colors, from day-glo to near invisible. They come in nylon plastic, Velcro, and metal. You can even find re-useable ones, rather than single-use. The heavier-duty ones stand in for handcuffs, and frequently do.

Eight of them, two per corner, will lash thumb-thick sticks together to make a frame for a tarp* or poncho*. No fumbling with knots and wet cord as the temperature is dropping; just plug and pull and you're in business. Half a dozen more, and your poncho* or grommeted tarp* stays where you put it indefinitely on that same frame. Odds are the wind would rip the material before the tie fails.

If you were smart enough to replace bootlaces with parachute cord,* you can pull that out, and replace them with single or paired zip ties, and make your footwear into slip-ons.  Now you've got 12' of free paracord, and your footwear still stays on.(You can never have enough cordage.)

If a pack, strap, or other LBE linkage fails, you can replace the connection with zip ties.

Many high-speed low-drag units specifically removed all the metal failure-prone ALICE metal clips from LBE, and replaced them with zip ties, which were non-metallic, lighter, stronger, and more secure than what they replaced. Some people still do that with MOLLE gear. You can too, and you don't even have to go to Ranger School or SFAS to do it.

You can take a pair of the sturdier ones to lash hooves or feet together for game kills, for easier toting.

They can even stand in as ad hoc snare* loops, as is.

They can be used for emergency hose clamps. The metallic ones can even replace hose clamps, as long as you have spares, and a method/tool for cutting them.

Lightweight.
Versatile.
Multi-use.

The acme of any survival implement. They probably belong in your kit and car if they aren't there already.



*The Sergeant Major notes "You will see this material again."

Worth A Thousand Words

h/t Kenny

Biology is a bitch like that.


Monday, August 5, 2019

Idiot Savants












It's long past time the idiot savants proposing more freedom restrictions, that have never worked, recalled from the education they blithely ignored, that the biggest school massacre (45 dead) in U.S. history wasn't accomplished with any sort of firearms, but rather with dynamite, nearly a hundred years ago, in Michigan, and at a time when it was completely legal to go down to the hardware store and purchase machine guns, cash, and carry out, in about two minutes. So much for easy access to guns being the problem, then or ever.

(Proof, if you desired such, that historical facts to Leftards are like kryptonite to Superman, as Larry Elder frequently notes.)

You'll never stop deranged lunatics from killing scads of people, because they can.
Especially not by banning one object in their arsenal. They'll poison people, with things they can pick by the side of the road; they'll set the buildings on fire ( Wait, geniusii, you thought you were going to ban fire...?!?! ), they'll run them over with trucks. Or whatever is to hand.
It's just what they do. Like rabid dogs, kill them where found. Recidivism drops to 0%, and you dissuade a legion of would-be copycats.

The two most recent shootings, about which there's an unwarranted fuss on absolute grounds, pale into utter insignificance beside the weekly and annual combined toll of death and destruction that is Chicongo, every day for years. With hardly a peep from anyone, let alone the Party Organ Media jackholes. And then there's the Baltimorons. Detroitistan. The District of Corruption. Atlanta. And on and on.

Overwhelmingly, the problem areas are run by totalitarian Democrats, from coast to coast, (and invariably, with the most draconian anti-gun laws they can pass, yet the worst crime in the nation, and they can't figure out the exact correlation), and we're still shoveling trainloads of tax money into the furnace for the idiotic LBJ boondoggles called "The Great Society" and "The War On Poverty".

They didn't work. They never could.
They just made things orders of magnitude worse.
Exactly as designed.

This is why Communism is a non-starter with a pragmatic people. And why they keep trying to import enough ignorant illiterate jackasses from Shitholias and Trashcanistans to overwhelm the common sense population demographically, and vote it into being.
Hot Tip, Leftards: We see the bunny up your sleeve.

It didn't make society great, poverty is still winning (because it's caused by stupid life choices, not lack of means, and to fix stupid, you need a bigger hammer, not a hammock), and crime in this country is >gasp!< a function of race, culture, and stupidity, not poverty.

Crime went down in the Depression. The real criminals had their heyday in the boom times of the Roaring Twenties, under Prohibition and easy virtue. The celebutard criminals of the Thirties were, then exactly as now, mainly oddballs and media creations to sell papers at flagging yellow-sheet rags.

Crime in this country amongst strictly whites is lower than it is in Belgium, and among non-Hispanic whites, it's lower than crime in Lichtenstein. (Common Core grads, look it up.) Barrios and ghetto 'hoods produce most of the crime in this country, most of the criminals, and most of the victims. Mass shooters in general, and criminal white people overall, are both as rare as hen's teeth in relative and absolute terms, and always have been.

The only thing "Diversity for its own sake" strengthens is that class, the prison industry, and the metastasized police state we all decry, from cop to judge, and everyone in between, including the indispensable instruments, the perps.

Look no farther than Europe to see who's doing all the criminaling, including making Stockholm the rape capital of Europe. That's not being done by Abba fans, but rather, by hordes of unnamed Worthy Oriental Gentlemen. You could look it up.

Nota bene: That is not, racist fucktards, saying that all black or brown people are therefore criminals.

It's saying until you address root causes in those communities of why they think crime is a winning idea, you won't fix it.
Poverty is not a root cause.
A culture of stupidity, lawlessness, and learned helplessness is.

A great start would be honesty about who and where the criminals really are, and making crime not pay off, primarily by making its pursuit, apprehension, and draconian punishment a greater priority than is subsidizing welfare queens and single mothers, and driving fathers out of the picture, exactly as the entire government was warned would happen when the topic came up, by an earnest young 1964 Democrat bureaucrat (before that condition involved ritual cerebral mutilation and lobotomization by the party and its apparatchiks) in the Department of Heath, Education, and Welfare named Daniel Patrick Moynihan (back when it wasn't considered knee-jerk Raaaacissssssss! to refer to them, even in print by Democrat leadership, as "negroes").

So much for income redistribution as a solution.

There is also no law, or group of laws you can pass to end crazy people.
But you can end the ones you catch, with a rope or bullet (or, if you're squeamish, a needle).
And you could start putting the violent ones and violence-prone back into lifelong institutionalized care, rather than roaming free-range crazy, while decent folks are forced to live behind barred windows and vault doors instead. If only for the novelty of the idea in the last two generations.
Letting them run free and loose hasn't worked for one minute either, and it's another failed Liberal Stupidity Policy (but I repeat myself) that needs to be abandoned, and with vigor.

And you can stop giving them fame beyond Ludicrous Levels, and stop analyzing and glorifying their last public act of insanity, under the guise of pushing more socialist totalitarianism down our throats, for our own good.

“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.” - C.S. Lewis

And you could stop subsidizing fatherless welfare moms with seven children from six baby daddies tomorrow. Allow one set check amount for one child, and cut welfare to a fraction, where the amount is the same as number of out-of-wedlock births. I.e. someone with 2 fatherless bastards gets 1/2 that amount, someone with 3 gets 1/3rd, someone with 5 gets 1/5th, etc. In a generation, that number will be 2%, not 99%, of the target population.

Then, stop importing people here (legally and illegally) from Third World shitholes, and let Adam Smith's Invisible Hand of the capitalistic marketplace drive native employment and wages for actual, productive labor through the clouds. For those that will work, anyways; the rest are shiftless wastrels, for whom there should be a simple choice between unrelieved poverty, or chain gangs. But not so much as a dime of public largesse.

Income redistribution schemes are always corrosively idiotic, and lead to Somalia, Cuba, and Venezuela like gravity makes rocks fall off mountains. This is Econ 101 stuff.

Trying real Communism, Moar!, Harder!, Faster!, is going to get you gun violence like it's 1939. You don't want to open that ball, unless you have a death wish, on both a personal and a civilizational level.

And we have a Bill of Rights to warn the thoroughgoing morons in government (that would be ALL of them):
"You fucktards can't touch this!". Ever!
 
Democracy is a mob, always has been, and the Founders knew this in their bones.
We're a republic, not a democracy, and tinkering with the original blueprints has only fucked us harder and faster, and it gets worse every time they tinker with a successful original blueprint.

Persisting in the delusion that something needs monkeying with, by people 60-80 IQ points stupider than the original authors, gets you craptastic Hollywood movies, and the abomination that is our current Leviathan government.

But if you really want the guns, you're going to get them.


Bullets first.


Hand to God on that.

Call that toss in the air.
We'll be loading magazines.
MOLON LABE, bitchez.

Laconic












That right there.
Just that.
Period.

Sunday, August 4, 2019

Sunday Music: Bette Davis Eyes



Grammy-winning Record Of The Year/Song Of The Year in 1981, when Kim Carnes, at the peak of her career, croaked this gem to the top of the charts. Bette Davis, then 73, remarked at the Oscars that she was "an actress, not a song title", but later thanked the writers and singer for making her a part of modern history. After the Grammys, she sent them all flowers.

We're content to let this song just wash over us. We knew a girl like this, once.

Saturday, August 3, 2019

Mollycoddling The Circus Freaks

h/t McThag
























In commenting about men competing as pretend-women, on his blog, Divemedic wrote this:

"Let's say that I believe myself to be a gorilla. No matter how strongly I believe it, I am still not a gorilla.
Let's say that I take pills to make myself grow more hair to look more like a gorilla. I am still not a gorilla.
If I hire a surgeon to perform an operation to make myself look more like a gorilla, I am still not a gorilla.
If I get a million people to say that I can be whatever I identify myself as, and declare than I am a gorilla, I am still not a gorilla.

If I were to believe myself to be a gorilla and took the steps above, people would say I am crazy."
Divemedic is correct, and his analogy accords with the situation of men pretending to be women, and allowed to compete in women's sports.

Guy wants to play sports?
His birth certificate dictates where he competes.

Allowing genetic men in women's sports is clinical insanity, and should occasion the end of any sport or organization supporting it.
They're lunatics.

The response to Divemedic from Angus:
"The button he pushed is only tangentially related to his point about the athletics problem.

Let's say that letting you pretend you're a gorilla alleviates nearly all of the internal symptoms of your species dysphoria and lets you function at a normal level.

There's a few things that I keep ramming into when seeing the trans issue coming up, but far and above is whether it's a mental illness or not.

The LGBT party line is that it is not a mental illness and it's completely normal.

I don't think that it is correct.  Seeing the wrong person in the mirror is not normal.  If it's not normal, then it's abnormal and likely a state of mental illness.  If you want to get technical, being left-handed is an abnormality too.

The problem of admitting it's a mental illness comes from the people who use this to attack and demean the persons with the problem.  You have a cure?  An effective cure that does less psychological damage than the affliction?

No.  No you do not.

When there's no cure for a disease, you're left with treating symptoms.

Letting the trans person dress like the person they think they are and using the pronouns of that person is treating the symptoms.  It doesn't turn a man into a woman, but it allows that person to feel human again.  That's something that people with gender dysphoria don't get dressing as the chromosomes dictate.

It's not near so extreme as human v gorilla.  Let's try another analogy:

 Let's say that I believe myself to have a full head of hair.

No matter how strongly I believe it, I am still bald.

Let's say that I take pills to make myself grow more hair.  I still have male pattern baldness.

If I hire a surgeon to perform an operation to implant hair from elsewhere to my head.  I still have male pattern baldness.

If I get a million people to say that I can be whatever I identify myself as, and declare I have hair, I still have male pattern baldness.

If I were to believe myself to have hair and took the steps above, would people would say I am crazy?

Genetics says I should be bald.  Yet we have how many technologies that allow the bald to pretend they have hair?

Something I learned about basic human kindness and politeness AS A CHILD was to not make fun of someone's toupee to their face.  That pretending that an obvious rug was hair was just something that we did because compassion for others is the right thing to do.

I can make the same analogy about hair color.  How many people dye away the gray?

Gender dysphoria is something without a cure.  While there are several treatments, none are 100% effective and none are universally applicable.  What worked in one case will fail spectacularly in another.

That's just how psychology works."

Now it was my turn to enter the conversation.

"Treating the symptoms" acknowledges that reality is not what we wish it to be.
That's sane coping.

Believing that your wish is reality is a psychosis.
Which, by definition, isn't just "abnormal", it's clinical insanity.
Left-handers are abnormal, but their function is real: they use their left hand better than their right.
Their belief that such is true absolutely comports with reality.
Abnormal means different, not crazy.

That's just how psychology works.

Someone who wants to dress differently is within the societal bounds their own business.
First Amendment, free expression, etc. etc.

Demanding to be referred to, and allowed to function as, a genetically different sex than biology dictates, not only steps over the line into clinical psychosis, it compels me to join in that psychosis, by pretending an insane fantasy is reality.

That is tyranny, by way of insanity.

I decline to participate, on both counts.

Forcefully, if need be.

And if someone can't deal with the reality that they are the sex they are, no matter how, or how well, they try to camouflage it, they have the problem; I do not.
It not my job, nor society's, to kowtow to such insanity, let alone enforce nor reinforce it.

They need professional help.
And if they cannot deal with reality and behave appropriately in polite society, they need institutionalization.
Guy wants to wear a wig and a dress? Couldn't care less.
Guy in a dress goes into a bathroom used by women and little girls, he's going to jail.
Not even a hard decision.

Angus' reply to that:
"Get professional treatment, fine. What's the 100% works every time, on everyone treatment?

That's the problem here. Gender dysphoria isn't a single disorder, but a family with the same overt presentation. A myriad of causes means there's a myriad of cures... *IF* it can be cured at all. It doesn't seem certain it can be in many if not most cases and it's tragic.

What you've said you're going to do when confronted with a sick person is to be a dick about it.

Think about that."

Sorry Angus, but having a firm grasp on reality, and refusing to mollycoddle someone else's clinical psychosis, isn't "being a dick".

No treatment for anything is 100%, especially with psychological disorders.
That's why that's a completely ridiculous standard of care, adopted by no one nowhere and at no time.
I suspect you knew that already.
So why lay it out as if it's really a thing, let alone reasonable?

The problem is pretending that humoring lunatics helps them, or anyone else.
It doesn't.
When confronted by a sick person, I'm suggesting they need serious psychological work, but as long as they're not a danger to themselves or others, it's not my problem.

Trying to coerce me into humoring and coddling their lunacy is.

I'm not going to do anything confrontational with crazy people, unless I'm on the job.
If I'm in public, I'm calling a cop, if they're breaking a law.

If I'm on duty, and they're where I work, they'll behave, or be ejected.
If they're patients, they'll behave, or be restrained.
That's what I get paid to do, and I have the safety of everyone else to consider.
It's not their world, and they don't get their own reality, except inside their head, just like anyone else. When their crazy leaks out, and they start doing things against the rules, anyone sane would know there will be a problem. Anyone not sane needs an intervention. If that involves handcuffs, so be it.

In civil society, you act civil, or you don't get to go out and play with others.
Life has been like that pretty much for 6000 years of recorded history, and back before it into the misty past.

Some guy wants to pretend he's the Queen of Sheba, it doesn't affect me.
His attire is as free for him as my disdainful looks are to me.
He wants to be called something other than what he is?
Not happening.
He wants to go into a multi-user ladies' room?
He's going to have a date - with a judge.

You don't get to forcibly compel speech in this country, ever.
Noting that, or living according to that, is also not "being a dick".
It's called liberty.

That's the gist of the whole "your right to stretch your arm ends where my nose begins" theory of personal freedom.

We were told thirty years and more ago that demands from society's sideshow freaks for recognition and acceptance would lead to compulsory approbation.
"Today, psychosis is accepted. Tomorrow, it will become mandatory."
Now, exactly as warned, it's here.

I refuse.

"Being a dick" about all this would be publishing their names in the newspaper, or making them wear pink triangles on their clothes, or worse.

Noting that crazy people are indeed crazy, however, doesn't begin to approach dickishness, and instead goes by the handy name "sane". Noting insanity is neither an attack, nor demeaning. It's simply calling a nutbag a nutbag.

Being free-range crazy in public is generally punishment enough.
 


Just don't expect mandatory grazing rights and a watering trough on my front lawn.
And if anyone cannot handle the inevitable sane people laughing and pointing at their antics, it's probably too late in the summer for such Special Snowflakes to be outside without a sun umbrella.

Insanity itself has been a good way to know whom to avoid from time beyond reckoning.
 
UPDATE: We had made our point, but Angus apparently wants to move the goalposts all around and try again. And again. And again.
"Sure is a long winded way to say, "Yup, I'm going to be a dick."

You're also ignoring that I specified a particular disorder... But you lumped in everyone who dresses differently than you demand in your diatribe. I noticed."

"100% isn't fair, you're correct.

What's the treatment that's most effective? How often is it applicable? Will pursuing this line of treatment make some forms of the disorder worse? Can you determine that before you begin this line of treatment? Do you demand that everyone with the disorder be subject to the most effective treatment of the most patients even if there's a plurality of patients it is ineffective on, or will cause more problems for the patient?"
"Then, what if there is no effective treatment?

Just be a dick?

You must be fun around people in wheel chairs who have no more effective means to walk than many forms of gender dysphoria have of seeing a person who matches their chromosomes in the mirror."

 
Now you're just trolling.
 
No such dickishness was expressed nor implied. You evidently just choose to describe any contrary opinion as that equivalent.
How does that approach work for you offline, face-to-face? Just curious.
 
I make no demands regarding treatment.
I definitely suggest it, from a surfeit of compassion.
Whether they choose to follow up on that, and how, is between the psych patient and their psychologist/psychiatrist.
And frankly, I couldn't care less what they choose; nor whether it's effective or not.
That's their problem, and likely not any of my business.
 
Their behavior in public is.
If they just want to let their freak flag fly in private, I couldn't care less.
And if they want to walk out in the town square, as long as they don't jaywalk, block traffic, or spit on the sidewalk, they have as much freedom to parade their dysfunction as anyone else.
But if transvestites of any of a myriad of psychological dysfunctions can't stay in their own biological lane, I'll call a cop.
And at any point, I'll use whatever pronouns in addressing them as I see fit.
 
People in wheel chairs are in wheel chairs.
No one is demanding they walk.
People with gender dysphoria are demanding we carry them on our backs, and tell them they're walking.
That's where that analogy runs off the rails and over the cliff.

Not yet content, we are now treated to a wholly irrelevant tear-jerking tale:
The topic of dressing wrong and using the restroom came up in comments on gender dysphoria.

A long time ago in a city, far far away...

There lived a woman, a lesbian, who dressed much as a man would.  She cut her hair short, much as a man would.  She was stocky of build, a typical "bull-dyke".

She used the women's room one day, as she had her entire life.

She got the shit beat out of her by a couple of "men" who decided that no "fucking tranny" was going to use the same restroom as their precious "women folk".

They quickly discovered that, even in rural and often conservative Iowa, that assault is assault and it's a felony and felons go to prison.

This is why I despise the bathroom "police".

She was never the same after and I miss my friend.

Which is germane to the topic because I totally said that the answer to the problem is to beat the shit out of people...oh, wait, holy f**k, nowhere at all, ever, at any point in the discussion. Well-played.

OTOH, in my entire life, I've never yet witnessed anyone run in for calling a cop for someone else disturbing the peace by entering a restroom to which they were not biologically entitled.

When the facts and the law are against you, Angus, pound on the table and cry.

Let's try that in reverse:

Someone once got shot by a mugger, so we should ban all guns, because I'm sad for my friend the minimart clerk.

In short, my feelz trumps all reality and common sense.

That's the level to which you've taken your topic.
If that's all you've got, quit while you're behind.

And stop telling people they're being dicks just because they don't agree with you.
It's not only poor form, but it stands language on its head, and you reduce all language and all persons to either "things with which I agree" or "things that are done by dicks".
You reduce every question to one of vanilla vs. chocolate, as if there were no more nuance to any topic than that, and your taste buds the sole arbiter of common sense, while you beggar the language of Shakespeare, Dickens, and Twain.

And because it's being a dick, right?

UPDATE II: Nope. He's still not done:
"You did demand they get treatment. I am trying to see if you understand what that means. You don't.

You're ignoring the disorder I named and focusing on something else entirely.

You sure can write, can you read?

And you still insist in being a dick about it in every reply. You're apparently seeking agreement that being a dick about it is the correct response. You're not going to get that agreement here.

You don't understand the disorder, but have convinced yourself you do and have all the answers, but the behavior you've said you will exhibit make the problem worse, not better.

But I bet you don't go after people who dye away the gray and get offended that they're not acting their age.

Someone has a problem... It's you." - Angus

Angus, really.
I made no such alleged "demand". Disprove that, and win: Kindly specify the quote wherein I "demanded" anyone get treatment. Any treatment at all.

You'll discover instead that I merely identified a need.
Language is precise, and "need" does not equal "must get or else". Logic fail.

If you misunderstood, that's on you. I made no demands, whatsoever, by any stretch of the imagination, except in regard to actual behavior in public.
We call those things laws.
Legislatures pass them, not I.

I'm not ignoring the disorder you specified, I'm doing exactly what you did with Divemedic: ignoring the smaller subset of cases he was refering to (transvestites competing as alleged women, in his comments), in order to address the larger issue: who gets to claim womanhood in public at all.
I took the quaint notion of using biological fact as reality.
That is not, ergo, "being a dick". (Throwing the "dick" flag is a weak crutch. Sticks and stones.)
You can think what you like about that, and on your blog, you get the only vote.
That does not, however, comport with either rationality, nor best course of action for the disorder, but it's a free country.

I understand the disorder, and I also know that patronizing insanity and delusion never works.
I even have some wee amount of real-life clinical experience with dealing with crazy people, but it was once considered so common-sense an approach that they even made a movie about dealing with people based on reality, rather than humoring their behavior, called The Miracle Worker, and honored the lead actress in that work with an Academy Award, IIRC.
You might check it out on Netflix.
If you're truly open-minded, read Hellen Keller herself on how reality-based treatment allowed a blind and deaf person to figuratively see, hear, and experience the actual world, versus the prior failed efforts to humor her dysfunction.

People who dye away the gray don't attempt to attend grammar school as students.
You continually keep pulling out inapplicable analogies, and then misapplying them.
Logic has rules.

To make people dyeing their gray hair equivalent to people with alleged gender dysphoria (miniscule out of the population of current transvestites as that number is), people with gray hair would also have to be trying to be treated as school-age youths or earlier.
They are not.
They merely don't wish to appear to be decrepit, disposable elderly persons.
Not an unreasonable desire on the part of someone still in full possession of their faculties, despite the advance of years, or inevitable physical decline.
(I had a friend in High school who was completely naturally grey by our senior year, at age 17.
Should he have acted old, by your standard? Show your work.)
Dyeing one's hair is not breaking any law nor disturbing the peace, btw, and dates to long before you or I came upon the scene of civilization.

And they make no demands on others as to how they are to be addressed, let alone demands that do not comport with reality.
So your analogy of that with gender dysphoria has zero points of contact with the situation you're trying to make more familiar.
Analogy fail.

Sorry if that's uncomfortable, but like Martin Luther, "Here I am. I can do no other."
Reality is a harsh mistress, but I thought you were in her fan club.

Navy CNO Finds His Balls; JAG Astonished

h/t Daily Timewaster

Chief of Naval Operations Adm. John Richardson

















It has been awhile since we could deliver some good news about the military in general, and the Navy in particular. This story warms the cockles of our cold green amphibious heart.

After a years-long string of bad news, finally a ray of sunshine for Big Blue: their CNO has testicles:

(SAN DIEGO) “Chief of Naval Operations Adm. John Richardson today dismissed all charges in the case of Lt. Jacob Portier,” a Navy statement said Thursday. “Richardson took this action in the best interest of justice and the Navy.”
Cmdr. Jereal Dorsey, a Navy spokesman, said the decision came from Richardson, not from President Donald Trump, who this week rescinded medals awarded to prosecutors in the Gallagher case.
Richardson also ordered a full review of the Navy’s Judge Advocate General Corps.
“Recent events indicate a need to review the leadership and performance of the (JAG) Corps,” Richardson said in a memo.
Richardson said the review should address training and professional development, with an “evaluation of the JAG Corps officer career progression and community values for promotion selection and detailing,” the memo said.
The lead prosecutor in the Gallagher case, Cmdr. Chris Czaplak, was removed before trial after a judge ruled that his efforts to track defense attorney emails amounted to misconduct and violated Gallagher’s constitutional rights.
Lt. Cmdr. Jacqueline Pau, the CNO’s spokeswoman, also said late Thursday that Trump had not ordered the move, and that Richardson acted on his own to restore confidence in the military justice system.
“The judicial system is not broken, but let’s let this review play out,” she said. “We will be transparent with what we find. We understand it’s important to maintain the trust and confidence of the American people.”
Richardson has also stripped the authority to prosecute Petty Officer 1st Class Corey Scott away from Region Legal Service Office Southwest, which previously prosecuted Gallagher and were set to prosecute Portier. Navy authorities had floated the possibility of prosecuting Scott for perjury after he testified that he, not Gallagher, killed a wounded ISIS fighter in Iraq.

Navy Region Southwest spokesman Brian O’Rourke said he could not comment on the case.
“The news came as a surprise,” he said.
 
Let me break this news down to those who never served, in civilianese.

1) Obozo is not the president any more.

2) Fabulous Ray Mabus is not the SecNav any more. Ass Carter is not SecDef.

3) The Navy has decided to begin a return to warfighting, rather than Social Justice Warfare.

4) The prosecutors in the cases of Gallagher, Portier, and Scott , in particular Cmdr. Czaplak, are about to receive blisteringly brutal OERs, at the direction of CNO, that will force their retirement in short order, and had best begin updating their resumes and looking for life with some corporate shyster firm immediately. Their days in uniform are about to draw to a hasty end. Their early retirements will be feted with rotten eggs and fruit, to a metaphysical certainty. (Prosecutor Czaplak should have a court martial of his own for "conduct unbecoming" dangled in front of him, just to make things interesting. It would do much to curb the excess stupidity of the JAG corps, and the officers of the Navy in general. The prospect of a federal conviction, making him unemployable for life, would be a fitting end for such a miserable excuse for a man.)

5) The JAG commands, at every level, that awarded (since-rescinded, by order of the President)  Navy Achievement Medals to the prosecutors in the Gallagher case just retired as well, whether they know it or not. The review will give them about 60 days to get their shit in one bag, and get off their respective bases, without getting sliced and diced officially. The brighter ones will put in their retirement papers immediately, and leave skidmarks getting away.

6) There are about to be a whole lot of openings in the JAG Corps for bright young civilian lawyers who want to serve their country, and the Navy, rather than do SJW at their expense.

7) Those openings will be created by the 50-200 abrupt departures of people previously and foolishly promoted to their positions by officers who thought their job was to ruin the Navy rather than defend America.

8) The JAG tail is about to find that the Navy is the dog that wags that tail. And it's going to sting, and leave quite a mark when they get done administering that reminder, as it should. The only pity is that CNO cannot order keelhauling of derelict officers.
The fun part is that he can professionally ruin people in large swaths, by order.
His hatchet men, unconstrained by wrath from above, are about to set to that task with a vengeance, and the shrieks from even Congress will not avail in what's about to happen.

THIS is how you run a military branch, kids.
The message has been sent, and received, by All Hands, that the bullshit of the Obozo Era is over.

Military justice, much like military intelligence, is generally an oxymoron. But occasionally, the angels land on the scales of that justice, and it works out all right in the end.

Hopefully, CNO Richardson will not stop there, but let this opening salvo ripple, before setting the Navy back on task with a purpose, and cutting loose the deadweight accumulated by a disastrous prior administration. And, looking at world events, not a minute too soon.

And, yet again, my epicaricacy knows no bounds.

Friday, August 2, 2019

See This Flick!



Whether you saw this in the theater and liked it, missed it and want to catch up, or never heard of it, but want to see a movie about war where all the details are correct, this documentary is out now on DVD/BD. $13 at Le Boutique Targét and Wally Mart.

As the box photo notes, written and directed by Peter Jackson ( Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit), WWI archival footage from 100 years ago was painstakingly restored, colorized flawlessly, and time-corrected (film cameras were hand-cranked in that era, and obviously, when shells and bullets were flying, some operators got a bit adrenaline-amped up) to make the people in it move at proper frame rates of real life. Then they employed a small army of lip readers, decoded every word spoken on silent films, and had the dialogue read by proper Englishmen from the appropriate shires and regions. They also used actual WWI veterans whose voice interview recordings were languishing in the cavernous archives at the UK's Imperial War Museum, and used them as narration for some of the appropriate footage. It's marvelously done, and the closest thing you'll ever get to sending out a crew to the trenches of 1916 for a live report, after time travelling back a century.

This is hauntingly beautiful and glorious documentary film work that was a labor of love for Jackson. (He did the whole thing for free, to honor his grandfather, Sgt. William Jackson, who served in the British Army in that war.) It's not a narrative of events, it's a detailed immersive look at what it was like to be  Tommy Squaddie in the trenches anytime from 1914-1918, for any army, but specifically British troops.

If you saw it in the theaters last year during its limited release, get a copy. If you missed it, Netflix it. And get a copy.

This is 5-star fantastic filmmaking that should have earned Jackson a special award just for doing it, on behalf of forty million ghosts on all sides of The Great War (before anyone knew enough to number them) who never lived to see 1919.

Heartily, enthusiastically, unequivocally recommended.

Thursday, August 1, 2019

Get Woke, Go Broke: Jillette Eats It

h/t I Hate The Media











We told you so.
I guess some people slow on the uptake couldn't wait to out-dick Dick's Sporting Goods:
"However, P&G reported a net loss of about $5.24 billion, or $2.12 per share, for the quarter ended June 30, due to an $8 billion non-cash writedown of Gillette."               - Reuters
Jillette™ could get it all back, rapidly, if their CEO walked on camera and simply said:
"We're sorry. We screwed up enormously. We somehow forgot our business is selling razors and personal care products to men and women, not lecturing people about things that are none of our business. We fired the idiot harpy and the team of morons who designed that disastrous ad, her entire company, and some of our own executives, and we sincerely apologize for listening to idiots like that in structuring our advertising. Enjoy watching it on the internet; that's the only place you'll find it from now on, because we're pulling it forever from anything we can immediately. It cost us 8 billion dollars in customer sales, so clearly, that ad, and we, were completely wrong to even consider it. We realize it was deeply offensive to an enormous amount of our customers, and we apologize to them all for that, without reservation. We're going to return our focus to where it belongs, which is making the best products for the best price we can, as we've done for decades, and hope you'll forgive us for losing our minds, and our corporate focus, and return to the brands and products you used formerly. We regret ever giving you cause to leave us in the first place, and ask you simply and sincerely, to please come back. We won't lose our way like that again as long as I'm running this business."
That's all it would take, and in one quarter, they'd probably gain 3/4ths of their revenue back. Some never would, but most folks would respond to a corporate giant stepping on their own wedding tackle, and owning up to it publicly, with positive marks, and a bit of brand loyalty.

Until they do that, just that, and exactly that, Procter & Gamble are dead to me, forever. All their brands, all their products.*

Maybe the man-hating feminazis can pick up my slack. But probably not.

As I Hate The Media noted:
 And now they’re afraid to apologize for their “toxic masculinity” ad campaign, because they’re worried about angering the SJW crowd. We don’t know what they’re worried about. Feminists don’t shave their legs and SJW men don’t have enough testosterone to grow facial hair so none of those people are customers.
They're probably right about that. Any company more worried about Not Their Customers to not piss on the heads of their Actual Customers is too stupid to patronize, and deserves the Darwinian selection of the marketplace, as Adam Smith's Invisible Hand bitch-slaps them right across the face, day in and day out.

They had to lose  $45,000,000 a day(!) since their asinine ad campaign premiered to get to $8B in losses now, and they show no signs of having figured out their bleeding from their shriveled giblets.

Boo frickin' hoo, nancy boys.

I go by the Paul Newman Rule of Political Activism:
"I'm an actor. I play parts on the screen. Why would I want to open my mouth about politics when anything I say will immediately tick off 50% of my audience. That's a no-brainer. If I have a political opinion on something, I write a check."

I can respect that. Put your money where your mouth is. It was his damned money to spend as he saw fit, and the late actor could have his own views without rubbing his audience's nose in them every time he made a film. I disagreed with probably 90% (or better) of his personal politics, but he even went so far as to market his own food product line for those who agreed with him to patronize. Or, not. Customers' choice. What a concept.

Razor companies who stupidly let their advertising be directed by man-hating feminazi jackholes with an agenda other than selling razors should learn a lesson:
Don't.

You'd think an $8Billion smack right across the teeth would have smartened them up, but so far, you'd think that in vain, with no support from available evidence.

This tells me they're still too stupid to get any further business from me, and they haven't bled out enough yet.

Were I a market analyst, I'd be shorting P&G stock, ad infinitum.
Jillette™ is going to be an anchor around their corporate throat until they make the apology they're avoiding, and will inevitably be dragged to, kicking and screaming.
As it is, I'll simply enjoy watching them drown financially, while buying my razors and shaving cream - and paper towels and batteries - from their competition, until P&G isn't around anymore.

Jackasses one and all, and deserving everything they've got coming to them.
My epicaricacy over their self-inflicted predicament knows no bounds.


*From Comments:
A Handy List Of P&G brands

Ebola Update: August 2019




















Perusing the most recent WHO report, and various articles, the outlook is mixed.

The Good

The rate of infection, promisingly, is slowing. In 77 days from early February to May, the outbreak doubled from 1000 cases to 2000. In the 84 days since then, it's only grown half as fast, to a shade more than 3000 cases. That's mainly a tribute to a functional experimental vaccine.

That puts us still at "only" an 11.5 (out of 34) on the Worldwide Pandemic Panic Meter©.

For reference, in 2014, the outbreak in West Africa grew from 1000 cases to 17,000 in a similar timespan "officially", which means it probably grew from 3000 cases to 50,000 cases in reality.

We are nowhere near that bad off this time. That's the difference between rVSV-ZEBOV vaccine, and no vaccine.

The Bad

The disease continues to whack between 2/3rds and 3/4ths of all those infected (depending on whether you count suspected cases or not).

The usual pre-literate idiots are still shooting up aid workers, and burning down Ebola Treatment Centers, stealing corpses to fondle and slam dance with before burial, etc.

It's still subject to African authorities, and local math capabilities and accounting practices, as always.

What is more concerning are a couple of things:

1) The appearance of new cases in Goma, a city of 2M, with international flights weekly to Nairobi, Kenya and Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, and internal flights to Kinshasa, DRC, megopolii all, connecting flights thence to everywhere in the world.

2) The fact that medical authorities have no contact route for how the latest cases there arrived over 100 miles outside the previous "Hot" Zone. A ring 100 miles in diameter places Uganda (which already had three cases, but which outbreak seems to have spent itself rapidly), Tanzania, Rwanda, Burundi, and South Sudan, let alone central areas in the DRC previously unaffected, all at high risk for the next pop-up cases.

In short, while it's spreading at a relative snail's pace, they haven't whipped it, and it's popping up (and will continue to) all over the map, amidst the poorest countries on the planet, several of which have the capability for it to blow right out of the area, and spread to new cities, and even new continents.

The Ugly

#1 is also the reason (along with seizing the moment to get more funding $upport) that WHO and the UN pulled the panic alarm on this outbreak in July. Epidemics in cities with international airports will do that.

From the WHO report:
"The committee cited recent developments in the outbreak in making its recommendation, including the first confirmed case in Goma, a city of almost 2 million people bordering Rwanda. The committee determined that risk of spread remains very high at national and regional levels, but still low at global level. No restrictions on trade or travel are recommended."

That last part, given that Point of Entry/Point of Contact screening relies on detecting fever, in an outbreak their own documentation from last October confirms is totally absent in 50% of confirmed Ebola cases, ensures that at some point, infected people will slip through the perfunctory kabuki theater "screenings" everywhere, and bring this outbreak to points far removed from Kivu and Ituri provinces in DRC.

That approach to containment, i.e. waiting until the horse has left the barn to lock the stall door, goes by the quaint colloquialism of "having your head up your @$$".
(You will see this material again.)

Also for reference, airfare from Goma to NYFC via Addis Ababa is $983, one way.
The only thing helpful about this is that the average per capita income in DRC is $800 per year, which ranks them at 226 (out of 228) on the world income list.

The only thing keeping Ebola in Africa, as always so far, is poverty.
If this gets into populations with somewhat more means of livelihood than $15.38/week, it goes everywhere, at the speed of 767s.

And given that medical personnel comprise 5% of the cases of this outbreak, it's worth noting that the do-gooder aid workers are required to have round trip passage in hand before they can go there. Which was how the US got 8 of its 10 cases in 2014.

But it's okay, because now we have 15 BL-IV beds.

My take on all of the above:
You're never wrong to be prepared for bad things.
Canned food takes a long time to go bad.
And we're always just one Duncan away from reliving 2014.
Assuming Bad People don't help things along in that respect, a-purpose.
You cannot and should not expect Team Allahu Akbar to stay stupid forever.

That concludes our summary for August.
With the usual caveats about African math and accounting practices, and any developments of a more troublesome nature, we will revisit this in September, unless fate takes a hand.
Questions in comments.