A Salute to the Manhattan D.A., and the republic for which he stands:

 Its flag:

Its national anthem:

Its currency:

Its military:

Its Press Secretary:

Its future:

Weather forecast: Rivers of blood, mountains of skulls, and oceans of tears. (Serendipitous bonus: Those three things are also red, white, and blue!)

Do your part to make sure its theirs.

For the Usual Suspects who can't help telling us that their diapers are wet in the traditional manner, a thought exercise (if you can even pass that physical):

If the problem in your reddened crybaby eyes is that no one else wants to go first, including you (!), how else do you bunch of bitchy little whiners propose red-pilling enough Normies to get to where a lot of people are okay with "going first"?

Everything that rubs Norm's nose in How It Really Is creates better conditions for your team, and if that has to be explained to you like a three-year old, you really aren't tall enough yet for the Internet, let alone anything sportier.

Pentagon Can't Figure Out Why Recruitment Is Cratering

Quite the poser, that question is.
And it puts a whole new scary spin on "Drill Sergeant".

Head Nitwit Prosecuting Baldwin Bails Out Of Case

Oh dear, we are in trouble.

So, the idiot in charge of pushing this farce into being is suddenly "too busy" with drunk driving cases and dogs pooping in the park to handle the manslaughter trial that promises to end her career, legally and politically. Well-played, Madame Defarge.

In other comedy news, a judge granted criminally incompetent defendant Reed permission to keep a gun at her house(!), after prosecutors forgot to redact her personal information from released documents, subjecting her to death threats pending trial.

Way to go, Albuquerque [mea culpa] Santa Fe D.A. Nitwit! Getting the trial court to okay handing the foremost accused criminal in a manslaughter case a gun has to be a new record for absolute boundless legal incompetence. It turns out it's not the law that's an ass, it's just certain lawyers.

This is what happens when you hire your prosecutors from Elmer's A-1 Law School, Beautician, and Horseshoeing Academy.

If they're still short prosecutors, maybe somebody should tell them Marcia Clarke and Elaine Bredehoft are both available on an ad hoc basis.

At this rate, by the time the trial is over, Baldwin will be the chief weapons instructor for the NM State Police, if not the governor of New Mexico.

Would the last prosecutor in New Mexico leaving this recockulous case please turn out the lights?

The New Normal For 50 Years

 

Catturd FTW

h/t Odd Job

 

Statutory Rape

 

Yes, But Also...

 h/t Odd Job

District courts in the Ninth Circus have been spanking
Califrutopia with a boat oar, and they're just getting warmed up.

Have we mentioned that 10 days into the 14-day stay on the injunction against the unconstitutional and recockulous Handgun Roster hereabouts, the Democommunists in Sacramento haven't even filed an appeal yet?

Sunday Music: You Are The Woman

 

Debut hit from 1976 by three-hit wonder Firefall, from the corner of Soft Rock Avenue and Easy Listening Blvd, that managed to peak at #9 on the Hot 100.

Point. Counterpoint.

 h/t WRSA

All solutions are political solutions. Reference:

This is how you do "term limits" with 0% error possible.

Boland v. Bonta: Freedom Strikes Again!

"Californians have the constitutional right to acquire and use state-of-the-art handguns to protect themselves. They should not be forced to settle for decade-old models of handguns to ensure that they remain safe inside or outside the home. But unfortunately, the UHA’s CLI, MDM, and microstamping requirements do exactly that. Because enforcing those requirements implicates the plain text of the Second Amendment, and the government fails to point to any well-established historical analogues that are consistent with them, those requirements are unconstitutional and their enforcement must be preliminarily enjoined. Accordingly, Plaintiffs’ motion for a preliminary injunction is GRANTED."

Preliminary Injunction: full text 

Eat shit and die, Commie legislature!

The state has 14 days for appeals, after which this injunction is in full force.

If they go to the 9th Circus en banc, they'll lose again. If they do, SCOTUS won't even listen to further appeal.

The jackassical Califrutopia Handgun Roster is deader than canned tuna.

If you live elsewhere, and are contemplating a handgun purchase, you'd best move smartly.

The giant sucking sound is going to be the re-opening of 10% of the U.S. handgun market, and the avalanche of product returning to store shelves in the Land of the Banned. Expect firearms manufacturers' stocks to tick upward.

 

Indict The Leading Opposition Candidate: Oh Please! Oh Please!

 

Dumbocrats Wonder: What could possibly go wrong?

Sunday Music: Hit Me With Your Best Shot

The ass-kickingest monster hit from 1980 by the decade's ass-kickingest female rocker, Pat Benatar, which hit #9, and put her on the rock map beyond any doubt, and showcased the virtuosity of her lead guitarist and later husband Neil Geraldo, in an epic solo break. We chose it because evidently now, thirty years since she's had a hit on the charts, she's jackassically announced she will no longer sing it, and f**k what her fans want, because of "gun violence". Notably, she isn't returning the royalties from the song, nor the gold and platinum records it earned. Color us shocked. To which duplicity and hypocrisy we say, "It's a song, not a political ad. Shut up and dance, monkey." We aren't going to let her soft-headed senility now ruin a perfectly good Godzilla-sized rock mega-anthem from back in the day, before she lost her mind.

In fact, we're playing it again. Live.

Just Like Last Time

Meet the New Boss. Same as the Old Boss.

 

Almost As If We Called This

 

No, really, we said from the outset this idiotic rush to prosecute persecute Baldwin was asinine, recockulous, contra-factual, prejudicially bile-based rather than fact-based, contrary to basic jurisprudence, and probably wouldn't go well if tried.

Hmm. How curious. I'm sure it's not true. I mean, what prosecution team has half their staff kick themselves off the trial, and 80% of the weight of their charges thrown out before they even get to trial, because they don't understand basic legal principles in place for centuries? And this is the assclown posse some of the peanut gallery is cheering for. 

They're rooting against a guy who shot two people, on behalf of a prosecution team that keeps shooting itself in the foot, over and over. Life is funny sometimes. And you may still get your most heartfelt wishes to come true, despite the prosecution trying mightily to screw this pooch so hard it'll never walk straight again, before the trial even starts.

Maybe the law works differently in New Mexico than it does in the rest of the country. Or maybe they shouldn't hire prosecutors who went to a combination Law School, Dog Kennel, and Beautician Academy. Just a hunch.

A Modest Proposal

h/t Wilder

"Well...Bye!"

Let's admit the obvious: Scott Adams is still too laissez-faire on the underlying problem.

Implement Lincoln's Solution.

We tried to assimilate them, but there are some things that cannot be accomplished solely with good intentions.

If populating the Joint Chiefs, Congress, SCOTUS, and the White House aren't enough for them, admit defeat, and end the experiment forever. Cut the bullsh*t, and end White Guilt.

Ship the entire race back to Africa. Lock, stock, and barrel. Not voluntary: 100% mandatory. Eliminate the entire category in the U.S. Ban any further immigration of same, in perpetuity. (It isn't like they could hide anywhere in plain sight, is it?)

If you're Black, You Go Back.

And the halves, quatroons, eighths, and sixteenths left behind can worry about either flying right once and for all, or seeing the bar for permanent deportation lowered until the problem resolves.

No more prison. Just a boat ride out, for good. First class, all travel expenses paid, no returns ever, with whatever they could carry off in their baggage. Don't harm a hair on their heads, just shuffle them up the gangplank, and shove off with the lot. Same way they got here, albeit under better accommodations for the long-overdue return journey. 

Convicts and jailbirds too. Free at last! Over there. Reparations: Paid in full. Game Over, man.

Imagine waking up in a country without Whoopi Goldberg, Stacy Abrams, or Maxine Waters. Ever again.

Move them back to a continent where every single day is Black History Month, and they can wallow in their cultural heritage until they die. They should all be properly ecstatic at the news. Encourage the rest of the hemisphere to do the same too. From the Great White North to Tierra Del Fuego. Let their people go! It's the only decent approach.

The mean IQ of all continents involved would go up 30 points overnight, and the crime rate in America the following year would give San Marino, Liechtenstein, and Monaco a run for lowest on the planet. Traffic jams get 13% better in a week - except at the docks - and the murder rate in Chicongo, Philtydelphia, Detroit, Newark, Altanta, and among the Baltimorons drop by 90% by the end of the year. All of D.C. looks like Georgetown by a week from Friday. The bottom would drop out of the welfare market too. Boo frickin' hoo.

Revisit in 20 years, and see how real Wakanda is. And in the meantime, we can focus on things that matter, instead of listening to the unceasing whiny tantrums of the world's pre-eminent millennially problem children, for whom nothing enacted is ever good enough.

Even odds if we made one step in that direction, the sane 20% of that population would start whacking the crazies and criminals in droves, until the problem self-corrected short of anything as simple as continental repatriation, but either way, it's a win for the nation.

Change my mind.

And furthermore, Diversitas delenda est.

Finance For Dummies

 

An Appropriate Air

 

Dear Naomi Wolf: No Sale

 

Some people in the blogosphere have been falling all over themselves, and more will undoubtedly do so, to post or link to Naomi Wolf's belated apology for being a mouth-hooked bullshit gargler, and suddenly coming to the epiphany that she was lied to by the government, and by the mainstream media (but we repeat ourself) about January 6th.

Natzsofast, Guido.

Deeds, not words.

Easy apologies are cheap, and weak sauce, even if they constitute a bare first step along the right path.

Start agitating as loudly for justice for the political prisoners held without any Constitutional rights since their arrest for what has been falsely characterized as "insurrection", and in fact barely rises to the level of a college dorm panty raid.

And then, follow the bread crumbs to the precipitating event: Admit that the media coronation of Emperor Stumblefuck Poopypants - which was the entire reason for the Jan. 6th rally - was the most blindingly bald-faced and gargantuan Big Lie in modern history, and the odds that a man who couldn't fill rallies in a gas station bathroom drew more votes than a man whose rallies filled college stadiums are about 81,000,000:1, against.

Do that, and shout it from the rooftops, hammer it home from every available soapbox, and post it on every vertical flat surface from coast to coast, and maybe we can think about forgiveness.

Otherwise, such a tepid and half-hearted repentance is too little, too late, and clearly comes from no deeper than a mealy mouth and quivering lips, rather than coming from the heart.

We've seen this schtick before, from better actors...

If all this amounts to is belated crocodile tears and rank patronization, allow me to speak on behalf of the wrongly defamed and reviled half of the country: no one cares that you feel bad about being a jerk all this time.

Different song, same lyrics:

This is my shocked face. (h/t WRSA)

Sunday Music: Walk Of Life

 Dire Straits' last Top Ten single, from 1985.

Modern Marvel

h/t daily timewaster