The Daily Donnybrook, and other fine things

Posted on December 2, 2024 by Mike Leave a comment

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Above the law

Posted on December 2, 2024December 2, 2024 by Mike 2 Comments

Biden establishes once and for all time what his “word as a Biden” is actually worth.

NYP DECEMBER02.

As if we didn’t already know.

The long investigation of the Biden Crime Family ended when its principal member extended a “full and unconditional” pardon to its front man for any and all crimes that Hunter Biden might have committed or taken part in from January 2014 through Dec 1 2024.

The eleven year pardon by Joe Biden for his son and apparent co-conspirator is unprecedented in both its scope and its brazen shameless criminality. Biden’s pardon begins in the last two years of his vice presidency when the lame duck politician was using Hunter to aggressively monetize his fading political influence by conspiring with oligarchs around the world.

President Biden claimed in a press release that he pardoned his son to protect him from being charged for lying on his gun form and failing to pay taxes. But if Biden had been trying to deal with those two cases, he could have just commuted the sentences or offered a narrower pardon.

The gun form incident took place in 2018 and Hunter stopped paying taxes in 2016. Why start the pardon clock on Jan 2014? And why does it end at the vast last possible moment?

What is Joe Biden really trying to protect against?

2014 was the year that Hunter Biden joined the board of Ukraine’s Burisma, scoring a $1 million payday, and millions more for the Biden Crime Family. It was also the year that Yelena Baturina, the wife of former Moscow mayor Yury Luzhkov sent $3.5 million to a Hunter organization and attended an event with Joe Biden in D.C. It was also the year that a Kazakh oligarch who had just taken over the BTA Bank with whom both Joe was photographed sent six figures.

Were all of these foreign oligarchs sending big checks to a man who had just been discharged from the Naval Reserve over his cocaine use or to his dad who was the one actually in power?

Joe Biden did not pardon Hunter Biden: he pardoned himself.

In addition to the above good stuff, Daniel also has a little something swinging for all the shitlibs weeping with maudlin sentimentality over the compelling power of “a father’s love.”

A loving father would never have used a troubled son as a patsy. He wouldn’t use foreign oligarchs to finance his son’s crack habit. Using your son in a criminal enterprise even while he’s struggling to recover from his brother’s death, is not an act of love, but selfish, cruel and evil.

And a loving father would not have waited to see how the election would play out before pardoning his son. These are not the actions of a loving father, but a cynical and abusive criminal who had always put his own needs and desires ahead of his broken family.

The only reason Joe Biden needed to pardon Hunter was because he used his son as a front man for influence peddling. And not just his son, but multiple other members of his family, even shamelessly using his grandchildren to launder the loot from foreign criminals.

Even as a little boy, Hunter had been abused by his father for political purposes.

And how. Elsewhere, Phil shows us his shocked face.

Heh. As Phil clearly knows, anybody sincerely shocked by this thumbing of the nose at the very concept of impartial justice, rule of law, and basic rectitude is a damned moron. But myself, I think it’s great, I absolutely love that the addle-pated old crook has done this. I mean, seriously now, what better, more appropriate way to put the capper on a half-century of flagrant, unashamed corruption, graft, and privileged amorality than this? it’s so perfect, so fitting, it makes my hair hurt.

Update! Lest we forget, “Hunty” and Pedaux Jaux were hardly the only criminals involved here. No, the corruption was rife throughout every nook and cranny of FederalGovCo, certain corners of it most especially.

It’s important to mention here that the FBI sat on the existence of Hunter’s laptop for one year and silently watched 51 intelligence community people claim that whatever the New York Post was reporting looked like Russian disinformation before the 2020 election. The FBI information operation included leaking stories claiming that Rudy Giuliani, a former Southern District of New York federal prosecutor and mayor of New York, was a Russian stooge because he talked about information on the laptop. For the record, Giuliani, ever the law-and-order guy, was instrumental in getting the laptop into the FBI’s hands. Unfortunately for Giuliani, he was a Trump supporter and therefore needed to be squashed.

As if the election interference and misconduct weren’t enough, the FBI got the tech and media worlds involved in its cover-up operation. The Twitter Files revealed the FBI set up—a pre-buttal of the veracity of the laptop for news, social media, and tech sites at an Aspen Institute confab. The FBI told tech officials and reporters who attended that the Russians were going to operate a “hack and leak” operation and that any stories about the “hacked” laptop should be stopped in their tracks and censored. The news media and tech sites gladly did what they were told. Google, Facebook, and Twitter were all in on the censorship campaign.

But the laptop was real and filled with evidence of “hundreds of crimes,” according to those who matched up the evidence with U.S. criminal statutes, which are included in the Report. The laptop shows, and a U.S. Congressional Oversight Committee confirmed, that the Bidens got money out of countries over which Joe Biden had control including Ukraine, Kazakhstan, Romania, Mexico, Serbia, and Libya. You can check out the timeline of Joe’s grift at the House Oversight Committee’s website.

If you can read it all without losing your lunch, you ought to get some kind of award for strongness of stomach, if nothing else.

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Kilt a-borning

Posted on November 30, 2024November 30, 2024 by Mike 2 Comments

Dammit, Amazon delivered my nice new Thunderbolt cable this afternoon and it turns out it’s the wrong blasted one, I can’t use it. Consequently, my file transfer/monitor swap project is dead in the water until further notice.

Not Amazon’s fault in any way, mind; my dumb ass ordered the wrong one all unawares. After a bit of educational research into the whole T-bolt contretemps, I discovered that everything after Thunderbolt 3 (it’s up to v5 now, yet another thing I didn’t know) is basically just a beefier, higher speed-capable cord with male USB C jacks, whereas the ports on both the iMac and the MacBook, being older models, are strictly and exclusively the practically extinct, tragically unhip, and embarrassingly passé Thunderlizard 2.

Somewhat surprising that Apple, notorious for being zealously protective of the uniqueness, backwards-incompatability, and fits-specified-Macs-ONLY-ness of their proprietary parts, pieces, and accessories, would turn to bog-standard USB-C for its more recent Thunderbolt iterations. Where’s the money in that, man? Only way Jobs woulda ever shot himself in his bank balance’s foot, so to speak, via a gratuitously profit-shrinking move like this was if Bill Gates was holding a pistol to his head.

After wading through page after depressingly Tbolt 2-bereft page on Amazon, the WalMart app on my phone, and eBay* desperately seeking Thunderbolt 2 cables that weren’t chest-clutchingly overpriced, I was dismayed to find the barest handful of them, the cheapest of which was on eBay: out of Cullifornya, price just above 35 smackeroos with an additional seven bucks tacked on for shipping courtesy of USPS, estimated delivery in about 2 or 3 weeks, as opposed to the two days’ wait with which Amazon has spoiled me absolutely rotten.

The rest of the T-bolt 2’s on offer ranged anywhere from sixty fucking dollars all the way up to a hundred and a half (!)—this, mind, when garden variety USB-C cables can be had all day long for under ten bucks most anywhere, either online or at a brick ’n’ mortar Best Buy outlet near you, assuming it hasn’t gone belly up as of yet. There were Thunderbolt 2 hubs for sale as well, at the low, low fire sale price of just 300 to 400 US dollars. Don’t delay, folks; with prices slashed this low, these little beauties aren’t going to be around for long, they’re just flying off the shelves. Stock is limited, so better hurry on out right away and take advantage of these once in a lifetime bargains before it’s too late!

Jeez O Pete, what a crazy world. Somebody oughta sell tickets.

* Years back a great little website yclept Small Dog Electronics was my first stop for stuff like this. The prices were reasonable, the shipping times were fast, and having spoken to them on the phone multiple times regarding certain memory chips I was thinking about buying and installing, I know firsthand that the customer service was friendly, knowledgeable, and altogether helpful. Need to check and see if they’re still extant, I sure hope so

Update! Well howzabout that: Small Dog IS still around, bless their solid-gold hearts. That just restored a little luster to what hadn’t been much of a day up till now. Although it looks like T-bolt 2 cables are mighty thin on the ground over there too, alas.

Infuriating update! God DAMMIT, the above Raising Arizona embed is supposed to start at precisely 1:43. After a great deal of bootless mucking about trying to get things set properly, fucking YewToob STILL absitively, posolutely refuses to cooperate for some incomprehensible reason. If the vid jacks you around by starting either way before or way after 1:43, I hereby advise you to hoist a middle digit at YT by clicking in the progress bar at the specified time-stamp your own bad self. You must grab the bull by the horns, step up to the plate, seize the day, and boldly take control of your own destiny, Glasshoppah.

Well, unless you want to scope the entire riotous clip. Which, if you’ve never seen the Cohen Brothers’ masterpiece all the way through before, you really want to do anyhow. Myself, I’ve seen the movie so many times I can reel off almost every word of dialogue from memory. Yet even so, sorting through clip after clip trying to find the above one (took some doing, actually; the others either didn’t include the lines I wanted at all or cut Glenn off just before the “Someone oughta sell tickets,” exchange with Hi, which is the very thing I was looking for in the first place) gave me a yen to watch the whole thing beginning to end again.

RA is one of a handful of movies I simply can’t get enough of. It never gets old, it never lets me down or fails to hold my interest. Each and every time I’ve watched it I’ve picked up on some little something that had gotten by me before, seems like. Top-notch cinematography, lighting, direction, and editing; fast pace; perfect casting; talented performers with the skills, experience, and self-assurance to make best possible use of the brilliant dialogue; unusual, haunting, and unforgettable music; engaging characters who come off as real, complex human beings; an unconventional story told in an unconventional way: every person of intelligence, discernment, and a functioning sense of humor in the civilized world agrees it’s one of the finest movies ever made, and there’s a reason for that.

Raising Arizona, along with just about every other Cohen Bros production, is a 24k showpiece, an object lesson in not just how a great film is made, but in how great a film can be. It’s not in any way overstating the case to call this extraordinary movie no less than one of the verymost outstanding examples of the cinematic art ever, really and truly.

Who. They. ARE

Posted on November 30, 2024 by Mike 1 Comment

What. They. DO.

Tech Billionaire Tells Joe Rogan the Govt. Plan ‘to Control AI’ is Why He Left WH Meeting, Endorsed Trump
“They [Biden officials] said don’t even start startups – there’s just no way that they can succeed – there’s no way that we’re going to permit that to happen.”

Perhaps one of the most welcome surprises of the 2024 election cycle was the large number of Democrats and/or progressives who threw their support behind President-elect Donald Trump. The cumulative damage to the U.S. after four years of progressive rule, the deceitful way it had been implemented, and the speed with which it occurred, left even some lifelong Democrats disaffected. Silicon Valley venture capitalist Marc Andreessen was among this group.

During a Tuesday interview with podcaster Joe Rogan, Andreessen described the moment he decided to leave the Democratic Party. In the spring, he had participated in a series of White House meetings about the future of AI. Over the course of their discussions, Biden officials fleshed out “their plan to control AI through government regulatory capture.” Horrified by the administration’s intentions, Andreesen walked out and endorsed Trump.

What had left the tech billionaire so spooked? Andreessen explained:

The AI thing was very alarming. We had meetings this spring that were the most alarming meetings I’ve ever been in. Where they were taking us through their plans, and it was – basically just full government – full government control – like this sort of thing, there will be a small number of large companies that will be completely regulated and controlled by the government, they told us. They said don’t even start startups – there’s just no way that they can succeed – there’s no way that we’re going to permit that to happen.

Rogan gasped.

Andreessen continued, “They said that this is already over. It’s going to be two or three companies and we’re just gonna control them and that’s that. Like this is already finished.”

“When you leave a meeting like that, what do you do?” Rogan asked.

Andreessen smiled and said, “You go endorse Donald Trump!”

Apparently the Left doesn’t think it necessary to even TRY to hide it anymore—not from you, not from me, not from anybody: they’re fascists, plain and simple. Up front, out loud, and damned proud. Thus does true inner nature make itself known, as is its wont.

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Moar Musk, STAT!

Posted on November 30, 2024November 30, 2024 by Mike 1 Comment

The further down the red-pill rabbit hole Elon goes, the more you just gotta love the guy. At this point the man’s not merely an inspiration, a genius, or a legend, even; he’s well on his way to becoming a bona fide American hero.

Elon Musk asks if the IRS should be ‘deleted’ after agency begs for $20 billion – here’s how X users responded
Billionaire Elon Musk asked social media users Wednesday if the Internal Revenue Service should be “deleted” — a day after a top Biden-Harris administration official urged Congress to give the federal agency $20 billion.

“The IRS just said it wants $20B more money,” Musk, who will co-lead informal Department of Government Efficiency under President-elect Donald Trump, wrote on X.

The world’s richest person then asked users for their thoughts on the tax authority’s budget situation.

“Do you think its budget should be: Increased, Same, Decreased, Deleted,” Musk asked in a poll.

More than 60% of X users preferred having the IRS’s budget “deleted.”

Only 3.9% said the federal agency’s budget should remain the same, 5.6% felt it deserved more money and 29.9% said the IRS budget should be decreased.

The Tesla CEO’s tweet follows Treasury Department Deputy Secretary Wally Adeyemo making a desperate public plea for billions of dollars in more funding for the IRS.

“The IRS is going to potentially have to make dramatic decisions about stopping hiring and starting to budget for a world in which they don’t have $20 billion, which will stop a lot of their progress,” Adeyemo told reporters on a press call Tuesday.

”If they don’t get that $20 billion that is at risk they would run out of enforcement money at the current pace sometime in fiscal year 2025,” he added.

Aw, what a shame; that’d be just awful. SRSLY, I can’t stand it, I’m bawling over here. Why, it’s Literally Genocide!©, that’s what it is.

Swine. Somewhat surprising, to me at any rate, how many Xwitter habitués appear to be supportive of what until recently would have been considered by most to be a quite radical proposition.

One can only wonder what the crazed lackwits over at Bluefly or whatever the fuck it’s called had to say about this fooferaw. Assuming they can even type, what with a veritable gullywasher of mouth-foam, flop sweat, and bitter tears spattered over their keyboards, monitors, and clothing and all. Not that I care one (1) iota about any of their tomfool jabberwocky, natch.

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ANOTHER Publick Announcemente

Posted on November 29, 2024November 29, 2024 by Mike Leave a comment

Look for posting pickin’s around this hogwallow to be rather slim the next cpl-three days. As it happens, an old and dear friend of mine gave me a new-in-the-box MacBook Pro last weekend. Over an illustrious 20 year-plus career as resident setup, troubleshooting, maintenance, and repair guru in the IT shop of a certain media firm we all know and loathe, my boy pack-ratted the surplusage of miscellaneous ‘pooter detritus currently cluttering up his closet (most of it Winbloze junk, his personal preference) for reasons best left undiscussed at this juncture, to include the laptop he graciously threw my way.

So tomorrow I’m scheduled to receive from Amazon a 2.5 foot Thunderbolt cable so’s I can link up said virginal MacBook’s much snappier, fresher, just flat-out better processor and HD with my trusty iMac’s much larger, brighter, more aged eyes-friendly screen. I already networked the dynamic duo via WiFi, which enables simple file-sharing betwixt the siblings but nothing more. To use the iMac as the MacBook’s monitor demands a hard-wired connection; the felicitous conjugation just can’t be accomplished by lesser means.

Twinning the Macs for big-screen purposes also bumps me up from OS Catalina to Big Sur, a promotion that makes me one very happy camper indeed. Thing is, I am entirely unfamiliar with Big Sur, and from what I’ve seen so far there’s a lot to learn about the ways, workings, and weirdnesses of my spiffy new OS before I’ll be even halfway competent at running the thing, let alone good at it.

Understand, now: from my earliest days as a shavetail compooter wrangler, I’ve looked forward to each and every fresh Mac OS release date with a rapturous excitement akin to the way a child waits on tenterhooks through the endless, dreary weeks of December for Christmas morn to finally dawn, going back before the advent of balky, brittle old OS9 (known far and wide amongst greybeard Mac freaks as OS Crash, and rightly so). I enjoyed diving into every operating system upgrade, and jumped on board quick as a snake when each iteration dropped. It pained me no end to learn that my late-2012 iMac maxed out with Catalina, it hurt my heart beyond describing.

I mean, Catalina came out a LONG time ago, man. That sucker’s old, old as dirt.

The Mac operating system’s deserved rep for user-friendliness, reliability, and superb design notwithstanding, it takes time for even as salty an old Apple-loving dog as moi to get fully up to speed on a new OS, no way around it. It’s sorta like a brand-new pair of engineer boots: irrespective of how high-priced they were, there’ll be a lengthy break-in period before you can slip into the things and walk around comfortably. No shortcuts, no workarounds, no give anywhere to be found; it’s a slow, hard slog that nobody but NOBODY gets a pass on.

Seeing as how this project will require transferring a great big ol’ buttload of files, settings, software applications, and other such needful bric-a-brack over to the laptop—a deadly-dull evolution bound to involve unforeseen hassles of every type, description, and magnitude—I expect it to soak up the rest of my weekend at least, if past experience is any guide. Which, in turn, is sure to elbow posting-time aside until it’s done.

Then again, maybe I’ll get lucky this time around and the process will go smooth, fast, and trouble-free. Lord knows my luck is due for a change. We’ll find out soon enough, I suppose.

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Is there really no end to these assholes?

Posted on November 29, 2024November 29, 2024 by Mike Leave a comment

As the proctologist once asked his assistant. A: apparently, there is not.

Mass arrests at Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade as anti-Israel protesters block procession
They’re parading straight into custody.

Anti-Israel protesters tried to ruin the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade for the second year running Thursday, with cops quickly swarming in to gobble up roughly 25 arrests.

The firebrands entered the parade route at West 55th Street and Fifth Avenue, stopping the Ronald McDonald balloon in its tracks around 9:25 a.m., police said — and drawing loud jeers from parade-goers screaming at the killjoys to move.

Photos showed protesters sitting in the parade’s path, with some unfurling a large banner that read: “Don’t celebrate genocide!”

“Get the hell out of here,” a parade-goer yelled amid a chorus of boos from the crowd, which seemed more interested in the Bluey balloon’s arrival than the plight of Palestinians in Gaza.

Cops cuffed about 25 protesters “without incident” and hauled them away to face pending charges, police said – but the arrests appeared more violent than the NYPD’s account.

Good, damned glad to hear it. Although however roughly they may have handled these asswipes, it still wasn’t rough enough to suit me, I’ll warrant. That would be unpossible.

”This is disgusting,” said a Brooklyn cop. “There are times and places to peacefully protest, but not the Thanksgiving day parade. This a day for families to enjoy and not be interrupted by these a–holes.”

A-fargin’-MEN, Offissa Pup. Please don’t spare the Asp, pepper spray, and/or nightstick enemas on my account, sir. Normally, excessive force ain’t something I’m in favor of, but I’m entirely willing to make an exception for these cretinous cocksuckers.

Update! OMB puts the boot in. Related? Oh, you just bet your sweet bippy it’s related.

Happy Thanksgiving to all, including to the Radical Left Lunatics who have worked so hard to destroy our Country, but who have miserably failed, and will always fail, because their ideas and policies are so hopelessly bad that the great people of our Nation just gave a landslide…

— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump)

November 28, 2024

Traditional “Show more” end-run:

Happy Thanksgiving to all, including to the Radical Left Lunatics who have worked so hard to destroy our Country, but who have miserably failed, and will always fail, because their ideas and policies are so hopelessly bad that the great people of our Nation just gave a landslide victory to those who want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Don’t worry, our Country will soon be respected, productive, fair, and strong, and you will be, more than ever before, proud to be an American!

Well said, Mr President sir, I hope and expect you’re right about all that.

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Publick Announcement

Posted on November 29, 2024November 29, 2024 by Mike Leave a comment

Sorry ‘bout giving Memezapoppin’ a miss this week, gang, but after receiving a whole slew of truly toothsome T-day-related memes this past week via a private arch-con email list I’m a proud member of—which boasts a solid line-up of some of the most trusted names in ReichWingNaziDeathBeast© blogdom—I thought I’d use some of ‘em for my regularly-scheduled Friday Substack thang, which will be up in a trice.

Don’t hate me ‘cause I’m beautiful, y’all.

Update! As diligent CF watchers have no doubt gathered already from the Donnybrook update above, she’s up and running as promised.

End Times alert!

Posted on November 29, 2024 by Mike 1 Comment

Well whaddya know, maybe Woke really IS dead after all.

Apple just released the ad of the year. I would have never expected such a pro-family ad to come from this company.

Watch. Try not to cry… pic.twitter.com/2Yh7yCoodj

— Dinesh D’Souza (@DineshDSouza)

November 28, 2024

When the Superdooperdoublesecretultraüberlibs at Apple release an ad as White family-positive as this—not a jot or tittle of mockery, sarcasm, or sneering; no thinly-veiled insinuations of LiterallyHitlerGenocideNaziSupremacissism in sight—something’s going on out there.

Steve Jobs must be spinning in his grave. Which, just this once, is by no means a bad thing.

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Brine shrimp

Posted on November 28, 2024November 28, 2024 by Mike 8 Comments

Anybody out there old enough to remember Sea Monkeys?

Sea-Monkeys is a marketing term for brine shrimp (Artemia) sold as novelty aquarium pets. Developed in the United States in 1957 by Harold von Braunhut, they are sold as eggs intended to be added to water, and most often come bundled in a kit of three pouches and instructions. Sometimes a small tank and additional pouches are included. The product was marketed in the 1960s and 70s, especially in comic books, and remains a presence in popular culture.

Ant farms had been popularized in 1956 by Milton Levine. Harold von Braunhut invented a brine-shrimp-based product the next year, 1957. Von Braunhut collaborated with a marine biologist, Anthony D’Agostino, to develop the proper mix of nutrients and chemicals in dry form that could be added to plain tap water to create a suitable habitat for the shrimp to thrive. Von Braunhut was granted a patent for this process on July 4, 1972.

They were initially called “Instant Life” and sold for $0.49, but von Braunhut changed the name to “Sea-Monkeys” in 1962. The new name was based on their salt-water habitat, together with the supposed resemblance of the animals’ tails to those of monkeys.

Sea-Monkeys were intensely marketed in comic books throughout the 1960s and early 1970s using illustrations by the comic-book illustrator Joe Orlando. These showed humanoid animals that bore no resemblance to the crustaceans. Many purchasers were disappointed by the dissimilarity and by the short lifespan of the animals. Von Braunhut is quoted as stating: “I think I bought something like 3.2 million pages of comic book advertising a year. It worked beautifully.”

Good old American marketing genius and ingenuity, that’s what, enhanced by a heaping helping of old school medicine-show hucksterism. What reminded me of it all was this post over at BRM. I tried leaving a comment over at Peter’s joint, but I don’t think it took.

There are several iterations of the Sea Monkeys ad findable via Luxxle search, but the one I remember best is this one:

Please note the disclaimer at bottom left—truth in advertising if ever I saw it, although as a kid I of course would pay it no heed. After refusing for a few years, my Dad finally consented to order some for me back then, and I must say the main result of the whole project was profound disappointment. Be all that as it may, one has to ask: was the world really a more fun place then, or were we all just more gullible? All things considered, this might be the perfect time to embrace the healing power of “and.”

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Happy Turkey Day!

Posted on November 28, 2024 by Mike Leave a comment

Correction…PARROT day.

Via Ace. This parrot one doesn’t quite beat my all-time fave version of the song (the Ramones, performed live below; it’s originally by the Trashmen, IIRC), but it’s a near-run thing.

Wait, did somebody say something?

Posted on November 27, 2024 by Mike 5 Comments

Oh fer Christ’s sweet sake.

Bolton: Gabbard’s Extreme Views ‘Are on a Different Planet’ — She’s ‘Unqualified’ to Lead Intelligence
Former National Security Advisor John Bolton claimed Tuesday on CNN’s “Newsroom” that President-elect Donald Trump’s pick to lead the intelligence community former Rep. Tulsi Gabbard’s (D-HI) views were “on a different planet.”

Host Jim Acosta said, “We’ve seen Matt Gaetz withdraw his nomination for attorney general. Should Tulsi Gabbard do the same for Director of National Intelligence?”

Bolton said, “Well look, she said many things publicly that I think disqualify her. These are not just because her views are extreme. They are on a different planet. they are the views of somebody who doesn’t understand anything about American interests. And to put her in charge of the office of the Director of National Intelligence I think, is malpractice. I think the effect it will have on foreign governments saying we’re not sharing intelligence with the United States if it’s going to come into the hands of somebody like that.”

He continued, “There are a lot of claims out there that’s why the basic practice of administration after administration and Senate after Senate, for all senior appointees, but particularly people nominated to sensitive national security positions, is before the Senate votes on them. they get a full field FBI background investigation. This is not picking on Tulsi Gabbard or anybody else. This is how you find out what’s really going on with with all of them.”

Bolton added, “This is a bad nominee I think of all the nominees Trump has put forward so far she and Matt Gaetz were in a class by themselves.”

Yeh, yeh, yeh. Whyn’tcha just shut your cakehole already, be of use for once, and go take yourself a flying fuck at a plate-glass window, asshole-eyes. At least THAT would have some appreciable entertainment value, with the likely added benefit of your being sliced to ribbons when the glass shatters as your mortally wounded ass sails through it, resulting in a blood-soaked, butchered meatpile inside the chosen establishment.—ideally, a dingy dive-bar in late afternoon, not too crowded, but by no means totally deserted either. A library; a vintage clothing store; a cigar/tobacco shop; a bakery; a bodega—none of those would have quite the same ooomph as a good old-school gin joint, in my view. At least in one of those alcoholically-correct barrooms, there’ll be plenty of day-drinking Old Soaks on hand as eyewitnesses for the blessed event.

Regardless of its commercial focus, the owner of said establishment doubtless won’t be too terribly chuffed at needing to get his broken window replaced all of a sudden-like, let alone the timbers-shivering prospect of trying to wheedle one of his lowlier employees—a barback, a busboy, a dishwasher, let’s say—into rolling out the mop and bucket to swab up the nightmarish lake of congealing gore and/or gobbets of shredded flesh without him/her huffily downing tools and stalking out sans the customary two weeks’ notice at the first intimation of an assignment as onerous as that.

On further reflection, however, the proprietor will fast come to realize that the former NSA’s spectacular swan-dive swan song was well worth the attendant expense, effort, and inconvenience for himself and his luckless lower-echelon staff. Upon such improbable wings have great fortunes, reputations, even legends taken flight and soared off into American history. Ask any owner of a Midtown Manhattan eatery in which a prominent Mafioso got whacked before a roomful of diners during a busy dinner shot about how said whacking affected his bottom line ever after, he’ll tell ya all about it: reservations booked solid for a year in advance; walk-in customers standing in lines at the front entrance that extend for six or seven long Avenue blocks; three-figure cash bribes slipped to maitre d’s to purchase a shitty table by the door to the kitchen; SRO in the bar area with patrons jammed in four deep to while away the hours with a high-octane libation or three as they wait for their ticket number to be called by the hostess, etc.

What the hey: five’ll getcha ten that nasty ol’ floor was overdue for some serious scrub-uppery anyhoo, even before the self-made oaf Bolton conjured the unique notion that it’d be a swell idea to attempt conjugal relations with a plate-glass window, capping off the unforgettable extravaganza by being rendered into tender, juicy Long Pig Kibbles & Bits (just add liquid, it make its own gravy!™) on the floor—flaccid, freshly julienned micropenis out, a-dangle, and in ready view.

Come ON, man! Stop pussyfooting around and just DO it already. Your public breathlessly awaits; don’t leave ‘em twisting in the wind like this, get right on down to brass tacks and git ‘er DONE, big fella! Beats those wan, deadly dull talking-head turns as a Faux News “expert guest-analyst” all hollow, and you know it every bit as well as everybody else does.

In any event, I gotta say that I do find it simply too, too adorable that Bloviatin’ Blowhard Bolton—a pluperfect dick with ears if ever there was one; the sine qua non, the ne plus ultra, the cum-laude instantiation of this grotesque de-evolutionary sub-strain—still somehow dares to dream that anybody gives a moist fart for anything he might say, on any topic whatsoever. It’s pathetic when you think on it, to be frank. One could almost pity the poor, deluded lower-bowel obstruction.

Almost.

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Being New York

Posted on November 26, 2024November 26, 2024 by Mike 17 Comments

Not a hell of a lot of fun in it these days, I’m afraid.

Straphanger slugged by irate seatmate wrestles attacker to floor — but then fellow passengers helped HIM after he ‘turned into a little b—-h’
A straphanger was slugged in the face by an irate seatmate on a Manhattan-bound subway, but he managed to wrestle the “little b–ch” to the floor — but that’s when fellow passengers jumped in to help his attacker.

Alexander Rakitin, 42, was riding the N train to his Manhattan finance job Monday morning when he sat down next to 34-year-old Timothy Barbee.

As the train took off, the car jolted, causing Rakitin’s knee to jostle Barbee’s — which set the alleged assailant off.

“Apparently my knee touched his knee. That triggered him,” Rakitin told The Post.

“He was just very aggressive. I’m like, saying, ‘Dude, just chill, it’s like 8:30 in the morning. Like, who needs this s–t? Just chill.’”

Footage taken by another straphanger captured the two staring each other down, before Barbee yelled “It’s f–king done, stop staring at me” — and proceeded to tell the protesting Rakitin to “Make me chill” and “Shut the f–k up.”

Their verbal exchange quieted for a moment while they continued to stare each other down, before Barbee said, “I ain’t got time to go to jail today.”

Then he smacked Rakitin across the face — sending his glasses flying — before the camera cut out.

“I was able to wrestle him to the ground after that, and just kind of hold him,” Rakitin said. “And the craziest part was that — and this is literally upsetting, like I’m actually emotional about it — people on the train were trying to help him. Like, that was the most insane thing.

“It was also remarkable — he went from acting like such a thug. And then he turned into a little b—h right away. He’s like, ‘I can’t breathe. Please, let me go. Please, let me go. I can’t breathe. Somebody give me some water. I can’t breathe.’ And people started giving him water. That was so insane.”

Gotta give the candy-ass nigger credit for one thing: he seems to have taken fully aboard the things he needs to say so as to get him off the hook for being an obstreperous, mouthy, violent subway-shitbird, what with all that “I cain’ breeve, I cain’ breeve ’n’ sheeit” horsepuckey.

Rakitin’s stunned assessment is mostly on target in re his fellow B&T straphangers who jumped in to render aid to his attacker, except that “insane” doesn’t even begin to meet the case here. What they of right ought to have been doing was getting in some good, stiff kicks to the ribs and head while Rakitin had the PoS pinned for ‘em. That’s a world’s-record instance of squandered opportunity, if you ask me, a true teachable moment flushed right down the toilet. You can bet your sweet bippy that it’d be a long, long while before this Barbee cunt-fart tried cutting up rough on the subway again if they had.

Hey, let’s you and him fight!

Posted on November 26, 2024November 26, 2024 by Mike 15 Comments

Dump NATO NOW, please.

Military Chairman of NATO Admiral Rob Bauer: Preemptive Attack on Russia Should Be Considered
NATO Military Committee Chairman Admiral Rob Bauer from The Netherlands discussed the need for preemptive strikes on Russia in the event of armed conflict.

Joe Biden and NATO are hoping for all-out war with Russia, the world’s second largest nuclear power, before President Trump enters office in January.

Tucker Carlson calls these recent developments the most evil thing he has seen in his lifetime.

Dutch empty suit talks real tough for a guy who has no military to speak of backing up his fiery bluster, however powerful his beggar-nation might have been 400 years or so ago. Well, no military aside from OURS, that is.

Trump drew a shitstorm of outraged puffing and blowing from desk-chair warriors around the globe when he mentioned bringing the US role of propping up the rest of NATO to a past-due close early in his first term, but I thought then and think now that he couldn’t have been righter. NATO’s charter mission was rendered null and void the day the Soviet Union collapsed, and I’ve seen precious little to change my mind since then.

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“Sustainable”

Posted on November 26, 2024 by Mike 3 Comments

…ain’t.

Thyssenkrupp to cut 11,000 jobs at steel division in major corporate shakeup
DUESSELDORF, Nov 25 (Reuters) – Thyssenkrupp’s (TKAG.DE), opens new tab steel business plans to cut some 40% of its workforce over the coming years, it announced on Monday in the latest painful overhaul of a German industrial giant, with workers promising fierce resistance.

Germany’s largest steelmaker, a division of Thyssenkrupp AG, is under pressure from cheaper Asian competitors, high power prices and a weakening global economy, leading to operating losses in four of the past five years.

Not to be making light of German suffering or anything, but one can’t help but wonder if the following might have anything to do with those high power prices I put in bold above.

The German government knew shutting down nuclear plants during the Ukraine war energy crisis was a bad idea but did it anyway, and the Green party minister may have been been deceived by his own people to make sure the closures went ahead, a magazine that sued the government to get internal documents released claims.

Germany ordered the closure of its final three nuclear power plants in 2022, the culmination of a years-long process to transition towards ‘renewables’, which ironically left the nation scrabbling for hydrocarbons like brown coal, gas, and LNG. This confirms long-held “suspicions” of government lies, the conservative opposition says.

Bold mine again, and dispositive, it would seem. But nah, must be a coinkydink or something, I suppose.

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