Cold Fury

Harshing your mellow since 9/01

Taking it to ’em

What fighting back looks like.

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That one’s hilarious all right, but this might be even better.

#ShutDownICE Protesters Shocked When Pick-up Truck Drives Through Their Blockade

A pickup truck drove into a row of protesters who were blocking the entrance to an ICE detention center in Rhode Island, Wednesday night, forcing them to scatter. “The whole world is watching!” the shocked crowd chanted in response. The truck reportedly belonged to a guard at the facility.

To add insult to injury, guards from the detention center later came out and pepper-sprayed the protesters.

Alas, it ain’t all happiness and joy; as so often happens in this life, we must take some bitter with the sweet.

No one one was seriously injured, the Jewish Telegraphic Agency (JTA) reported.

Well, that’s a damned shame. Better luck next time, I guess.

Video of the incident shows people screaming and running as the car moves slowly into the crowd. The crowd then broke out into a chant of “The whole world is watching.”

And pointing, and laughing.

“It was shocking, it was unexpected,” Rofeberg told JTA. “There’s some amount of risk when you go to an action like this. You don’t expect it to unfold like this.”

Not up until now you didn’t, more’s the pity. It is to be hoped your expectations will need to be adjusted accordingly from here on out. And the glad tidings just keep rolling in.

Proud Boys, Antifa Will Square Off in Portland This Weekend
If you’re going to be visiting Portland, Oregon, this weekend, the city fathers want you to know that despite Antifa and the Proud Boys confronting each other in rival demonstrations, you shouldn’t let that ruin your weekend.

If I’m in Portland, I figure my weekend is pretty much ruined anyway. A righteous PantiFa beatdown dealt out by the Proudies might be the only thing that could keep it from being a total loss.

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DAMNED PESKY ((((JOOOOOZ!!!)))) STRIKE AGAIN!

Cavil and kvetch all you like about ((((DEM JOOOOOZ!)))) and Israel. I’m all for ’em myself.

Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu:

No country in the world respects America and the American Congress more than the State of Israel.

As a free and vibrant democracy, Israel is open to critics and criticism with one exception: Israeli law prohibits the entry into Israel of those who call for and work to impose boycotts on Israel, as do other democracies that prohibit the entry of people who seek to harm the country.

In fact, in the past the US did this to an Israeli member of Knesset, as well as to other public figures from around the world.

Congresswomen Tlaib and Omar are leading activists in promoting the legislation of boycotts against Israel in the American Congress.

Only a few days ago, we received their itinerary for their visit in Israel, which revealed that they planned a visit whose sole objective is to strengthen the boycott against us and deny Israel’s legitimacy.

For instance: they listed the destination of their trip as Palestine and not Israel, and unlike all Democratic and Republican members of Congress who have visited Israel, they did not request to meet any Israeli officials, either from the government or the opposition.

A week ago, Israel warmly welcomed some 70 Democratic and Republican members of Congress, who expressed broad bipartisan support for Israel, which was also demonstrated a month ago in a resounding bipartisan vote against BDS in Congress.

However, the itinerary of the two Congresswomen reveals that the sole purpose of their visit is to harm Israel and increase incitement against it.

In addition, the organization that is funding their trip is Miftah, which is an avid supporter of BDS, and among whose members are those who have expressed support for terrorism against Israel.

Therefore, the minister of interior has decided not to allow their visit, and I, as prime minister, support his decision.

Ace helpfully provided the above transcription of Netanyahu’s most edifying Tweetstorm, which I fucking love every word of. For his own part Da Prez is fully on board too, bless his heart:


“Disgrace” is right, along with every other word. Now if only Trump could see his way clear to barring them entry back into the States and send their worthless asses off to “Palestine” instead, where the two wretched, hateful shit-stirrers can sit and stew among their own people and leave civilized folks alone. Like I said: bitch about ((((DEM JOOOOOZ!!!)))) to your heart’s content for all me. I’ll happily take a single Netanyahu over ten thousand Omars and Tlaibs every time—six days a week, thanks, and twice on Sundays.

Ace also chronicles the predictably unhinged reaction from the despicable Left and their #NeverTrumpTard rumpswabs, if you have a strong stomach. If I wasn’t firmly in the “I stand with Israel” camp already, the thought of being associated in any way with the whole clown-car full of such asshats would be plenty enough to drive me there all by itself.

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Fear the Bee!

How many liberals does it take to screw in a lightbulb? That’s not funny.

Progressives take their partisan comedy seriously. It helps that they have a stranglehold on the comedy landscape. When David Spade announced he wouldn’t attack President Donald Trump it made headlines.

Which brings us to The Babylon Bee.

For the uninitiated, the Bee serves up Christian satire with a heaping helping of political humor. Yes, the site often pokes fun at President Trump.

That’s what any respectable humor outlet would do, no matter who’s in the Oval Office. It’s also what comedians did prior to Obama’s election.

What the Bee produces that few, if any, comedy institutions attempt are stories that tweak the Left, often sans mercy.

Snopes rigorously fact checks Bee stories over and again that are obviously false, funny and targeting progressive stars like Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez. Bee stories skewering conservative figures? Snopes.com leaves them unchecked.

Here’s why it matters.

Few comic voices are standing up to the Snopes.com bullies…yet. That’s not surprising. While Jimmy Kimmel laments Kathy Griffin’s struggle after posing with a president’s bloodied head he hasn’t, to our knowledge, rushed to the Bee’s defense.

Kimmel stands behind Griffin because they’re on the same ideological side. He wouldn’t dare mock Ocasio-Cortez, even if she’s the most mockable politician in our lifetime.

Why? Mocking her could ding her credibility and, by extension, hurt the Democrats. It’s why Snopes.com can’t leave The Babylon Bee alone. The outlet fears the power of their very funny viral jokes aimed at the Left. They may wish Twitter would ban their account already.

Given Twitter’s usual speedy resort to the ban stick for everybody else who isn’t a dyed-in-the-wool fellow traveler, it’s amazing they haven’t already. Must be time for me to post another Bee excerpt.

ATLANTA, GA – According to a report from the Centers for Disease Control released on Thursday, people with inside, compromising knowledge of Bill and Hillary Clinton’s financial and political dealings are 843% more likely to commit suicide.

“We’ve never seen a single risk factor cause a spike of this magnitude,” a CDC spokesperson told reporters. “Interestingly, in spite of their increased suicide risk, people with dirt on the Clintons rarely show any warning signs of suicide, and they never leave a suicide note.”

As always with the incredibly deft satirists at the Bee, it’s funny ’cause it’s damned near true. Their adroitness at skating along today’s increasingly rapier-thin line between the literal truth and the completely absurd makes their work all the more effective against the humorless Left. It’s a dead cert that many of them find themselves reduced to unmanned, spluttering discombobulation under the Bee’s withering assault on their lunacy, their hypocrisy, and their tail-chasing self-contradiction.

Laughter is not only the best medicine, it also makes a damned fine weapon too—especially when wielded against the scolds, killjoys, and whey-faced schoolmarms of the Left. Alinsky knew it:

Rule 5: “Ridicule is man’s most potent weapon.”
Rule 6: “A good tactic is one your people enjoy.”

So nice to finally see their own Rules being used to shred the Radicals into bloody gobbets.

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Dullards and dimwits and dolts, oh my!

Oh, how I love this one.

A case out of South Carolina is highlighting the fact once again the drug-testing kits used by local police officers can be wildly inaccurate. On Thursday, drug charges were dropped against Shai Werts, Georgia Southern University’s starting quarterback, after he and his attorneys battled against accusations from Saluda County police earlier this summer that a white substance found on the hood of his car was cocaine.

Okay, everybody, wait for it…wait for it…WAIT FOR IT…

It turns out, it was bird crap. 

WHOOOAA, that’s good squishy! More details at the link, which lead me to conclude that the kid was probably lucky he didn’t get himself shot. But still: who on earth spends a wad of cash on blow, dumps it on the hood of his car, and then drives merrily on down the road that way? I mean really, people; cocaine is, y’know, a powder. You don’t foot the bill for that buzz and then just idly watch as the wind scatters your stash all over the friggin’ roadbed. Or not that I ever heard tell of, you don’t.

Again, though, there’s a more serious point to be made here about the incompetence and stupidity rampant amongst our authorities, wardens, and rulers. Which puts me in mind of an observation made in this Popehat Tweetstorm, via AP:


I remain convinced that Epstein’s alleged “suicide” was something far more sinister than just that, mind. But in most cases, it does indeed pay to bear Occam’s Razor closely in mind, along with the corollary adage about not attributing to malice things that can readily be explained by incompetence and stupidity.

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Wait, he’s still alive?

Tired, raddled old has-been pops off for no good reason, beclowns self.


Yeah, whatever. In reality, though, we should take Lee’s squalid little rant seriously, because against all odds he’s actually quite correct: what he’s threatening is without doubt precisely what the Left has planned for us, should Americans ever make the almost certainly-fatal mistake of allowing them to seize power again.

So yeah, preach it, Tommy-rot, and thanks a pantload for the heads-up. Read it, learn it, live it, Real Americans.

Via Breitbart, who mischaracterizes Tommy-rot as Mertley Croi’s “frontman,” when he was actually just the drummer.

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Quite a collection

The more observant among you will no doubt note that I finally got the threatened comments policy posted over there at top left, which includes a great image I swiped from WeirdDave’s Friday ONT. Since Dave’s post is a lengthy collection of some of the greatest memes I believe I ever did see—the “None Pizza with left beef” one in particular had me howling right out loud with laughter—I figgered it would be worth mentioning. So enjoy, y’all.

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Mo’ bettah hilarity

The great Godfrey Elfwick is back, and in the very nick of time too.

Refusing to wax a woman’s balls is transphobia at its most blatant… and yet here we are, in 2019, still disrespecting trans women’s rights by denying them a smooth nutsack.

I’m referring of course to the recent publicity surrounding Jessica Yaniv, a stunning and brave trans woman who has filed complaints against more than a dozen female waxers with the Human Rights Council in British Columbia. And what is the justification these women have attempted to make in order to disguise their obvious bigotry? Well, among other flimsy excuses, ‘religious grounds’ (the majority of these women are immigrants) and the bizarre claim from one of them that her husband feared for her safety due to the fact that she works from home and has small children to take care of. What on earth does a woman have to fear from a 200+ lbs trans woman who is simply asking to come round to her home and have the hairs removed from her testicle satchel? 

As a trans woman myself, I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve been misgendered in Dorothy Perkins because of my beard, and so I have skin in the game here, so to speak. I understand all too well the shame that a denial of service can bring. For the past two years I’ve been trying to get my doctor to give me a Pap smear which he has point blank refused purely based on his misguided logic of me ‘not having a cervix’. As a medical man, I would expect him to understand that biological sex has nothing to do with gender and if I feel that I have a cervix, that should be more than enough for him to throw his anatomy charts into a bin and never refer to them again. These days, doctors know nothing compared to people like myself who have spent six months doing Gender Studies before being forced to quit due to the stress of being made to write essays twice a month.

Okay, that oughta be plenty enough to convince y’all you need to read the rest of it, which is not nearly as long as I’d like it to be. Don’t be such a stranger, Godfrey, the world needs you now more than ever before.

(Via MisHum)

How you slide down a slippery slope update! Gradually at first, then all at once.

One of the first articles I ever wrote about the transgender movement was in 2014, when I argued that the Chicago Tribune was wrong to retract Kevin Williamson article in which he stated that trans women are in fact men. This particular trans-identifying man was actor Laverne Cox, and pulling the plug on Williamson’s sensible column was an early salvo in a fight that has gone on now for five years.

At that time, most of the blowback I received from the left had to do with minding my own business. What did it matter to me, this early line of argument went, if men become women or women become men? Why couldn’t I just live and let live? It was such a tiny group of people, after all. Why was this such a big deal?

In response, I began to argue that if society allowed this monumental change to the very nature of sex and gender, then there would be policy implications. I talked about women’s sports, set-aside programs for women-owned businesses, and women’s-only spaces. Shortly thereafter, the bathroom wars began.

But hey, the past is the past. What seemed obvious and troubling to conservatives seemed impossible and nonsensical to progressives. What else is new? But here we are. Right now, the leftists who promised that it would never come to this, that it would never come to men forcing their penis and testicles into the faces of unwilling women, need to address the fact that, to their shock, this is exactly what happened.

I’m all for letting bygones be bygones. But can we now please finally all realize that there are real policy and personal implications to this rash decision to suddenly change the definition of men and women? Can the left stop pretending that none of this matters? Can we protect women who don’t want to wax the testicles of men, or women, or whatever the left wants to call them?

No, you BIGOTED HHH888RRR BIGOT, we most certainly can NOT. We must now move on to the next step: forcing MEN to wax the testicles of men. After that, we’ll move on to forcing cisgender het binary HHH8888RRRR men to date gay men, transgender mish-mashes, and eventually, say, squirrels.

Yeah, you readers probably think I’m being facetious here. You just wait.

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Diversity comes to Disneyland

Never a Marlin Perkins with a trank gun around when you really need one.

Parkgoers enjoyed a heartwarming spectacle at Disneyland’s Anaheim location last weekend. It all started in extremely implausible circumstances, when a young black man felt that he and his daughter had been “disrespected,” something he warned a certain supernaturally fat black woman not to do. Ah, in vain. For she proceeded to spit in the poor man’s face, whereupon he cursed at her and punched her several times. Then another black man—presumably her baby’s daddy—got involved, gallantly slugging the other fellow.

What followed seemed like it was taken from the pages of National Geographic, the disrespected man doing a kind of elaborate fighting dance while taunting his opponent with sublime pride—“What’s up?!” and “What’s happenin’, bro?!”—before he and the bro traded haymakers.

Basking in their privilege, the white onlookers recalled black comedy skits from the ’80s in which blacks mock the extravagant manner in which they fight, in order to intimidate honkies. Several whites captured the melee on their iPhones, and some of the footage will be used in the upcoming documentary on the American melting pot, What Happens in the Wild.

“Hold my daughter,” the rotund black woman ordered a convenient stranger nearby, who hoped she would not be obliged later to adopt the excited little demon who managed to throw some animal crackers in the direction of the scuffle.

The fight now became rather complicated, for the black woman was joined by another sister, so that there were four persons swinging wildly at one another, all while trying not to slip on the gathering puddles of cocoa butter and the fat black woman’s sweat below them. There was even more profanity, even more evidence for white liberals that diversity is our strength.

“I’m ready to go to jail tonight!” declared the disrespected man thoughtfully, who perhaps had been there before. “I don’t give a fuck ’bout no video! You put yo’ hands on muh bitch, nigga!” he added in the elegant African-American vernacular. For her part, the bitch was charmed by this chivalry, and made a mental note to reference it during her next spoken-word performance.

The violence went on for several minutes, until some white people, meddlesome as ever, infringed on the black efforts to administer justice among themselves, a high school football coach and some others breaking up the rumble in Disneyland. During the course of this, the disrespected man was choked out and briefly lost consciousness. But happily, upon coming to, his virtuous character remained intact, as he repeatedly demanded to know who had choked him out—was it not a cop?—and was eager to settle the score.

Having refrained from arresting the oppressed blacks, the police are now conducting an investigation. The mother of some of the four brawlers, herself considerably fat, is disabled, and gets around via a taxpayer-funded motorized wheelchair. She was knocked to the ground toward the end of the fight, but it is not known whether anybody will be charged with a hate crime.

I read about this incident in the immediate wake of its occurrence and decided to pass it on by without a mention here, because who gives a shit. DeGroot’s recounting, though, is so sidesplittingly funny I just couldn’t shine it on. He uses this shitshow as a waystation on his way to making a larger, even funnier point, and the whole thing is a scream.

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Wrong, righted

What the heck, why not.

HOUSTON, TX—As a tribute to the 50th anniversary of its fake moon landing, the National Aeronautics and Space Administration has announced a reboot of the staged event that fooled billions worldwide, only this time featuring an all-female crew.

NASA officials confirm they will release a shot-for-shot remake of the meticulously concocted phony moon landing, originally filmed at an undisclosed soundstage 50 years ago this week. The rejuvenated hoax will follow in the footsteps of other recent all-female reboots like Ghostbusters and Ocean’s 8.

So, an unwatchable flop, then.

Rumors claim the part of Neil Armstrong will be played by Scarlett Johansson, with Melissa McCarthy acting in the role of Edwin “Buzz” Aldrin. The Michael Collins character will be portrayed by Dame Judi Dench.

According to sources, the only change in the script is a more inclusive update to Armstrong’s famous words when setting foot on the moon, which will be replaced with the line “That’s one small step for a woman, one giant leap for womankind, mankind, transgenderkind, genderfluidkind, and otherkin.”

Hey, you forgot to include the Muzzrats, RACIST!™

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Wax my balls!

Funniest damned thing I’ve read in a good, long while. That wasn’t published by the Bee, I mean.

Thanks to a citizen journalist, Canadian media have failed to boycott controversial human rights tribunal hearings in Vancouver.
 
On July 4 and 5, 2019, no media were present when the BC Human Rights tribunal heard two of the complaints filed by JY, a transgender person with male genitalia. JY contacted over a dozen BC estheticians in 2018 to request a Brazilian bikini wax. JY often used a stereotypical male name and image when contacting the aestheticians on Facebook Marketplace; the women then informed JY that they only waxed women.

Claiming discrimination on the basis of “gender expression and gender identity,” JY withdrew the first three complaints. JY did so each time, JY learned that the other side had retained a lawyer to defend against the claim. Prior to withdrawing the complaints, JY was demanding money from the women in “settlement” of the complaint, asking as much as $3,000. One can only speculate as to how much money JY has received in settlement from the women against whom JY commenced legal proceedings.

SB, a Sikh woman who declined to provide genital waving services to JY, was working out of her own home, where young children were present, when contacted by JY. In her Sikh faith, intimate touching is reserved only for one’s husband. SB has always refused to provide services for men, and won’t even do facials. She provides waxing services to women to help support her family.

Justice Centre lawyer Jay Cameron argued that waxing female and male genitals is different. Since SB has no experience waxing male genitals, she has a bona fide occupational reason not to perform the service. In addition, SB is not comfortable waxing male genitals for both religious and personal safety reasons, since she was working out of her own home with small children, and her husband was away at work.

SB is not being asked to wax a gender identity, but male genitalia. Since JY presented with a stereotypical male name and male appearance, SB cannot be faulted for perceiving JY as male.

Nobody can. Because, according to science, sanity, and the most cursory glance netherwards, he is. Brace yourselves for the most rib-tickling part, because here it comes.

AB started out providing services from her home, and discussed the risks involved with this. To wax a male client, AB must handle his scrotum and the shaft of the penis. Many men get erections. Some men ask for sex, and when this request is refused, some get angry. AB has been called “bitch,” “slut” and worse.

Angry men are very intimidating to staff at the male-only waxing salon. As a teacher, AB does not and cannot teach male waxing, because some students are under 18, and some have religious objections to handling male genitals.

There is no accredited program for male waxing, but AB teaches the technique through her salon. The ideal wax used for male genitals is different because the skin is very thin, and waxing can cause injury if not done properly.

JY asked SB if she would provide service to post-operative trans women. SB responded that she would wax a vagina, but not male genitals. JY asked why SB would provide haircuts for post-operative trans women, to which SB responded that they don’t have a penis on their head.

Well not yet. But you can bet your sweet indeterminate-gender ass that, as Western Civ sinks ever deeper into the mire of degeneracy, decay, dysfunction, and dementia, it’s surely coming. And, as “wymrynz” are more and more commonly seen sprouting honking big surgically-attached schlongs from somewhere betwixt their ears, the Left will demand that we not just tolerate ’em but that we all stand up and cheer—and consider such a body mod ourselves, you betcha—lest we be publicly shunned as “bigots” and/or “dickheadophobic.”

I find none of the above the least bit either puzzling or surprising at this point, and you shouldn’t either. But there is one thing that kinda has me scratching the ol’ noggin just a mite. To wit: is this JY guy serious about all this? Hell, is he even a “trasgender” at all? Or might he just be some more or less normal type having himself a bit of sport with the current state of Western decadence?

It’s entirely possible, too, that he’s simply a con artist looking to glom a PC-lunacy payoff for himself, in which case more power to him I suppose. But if he IS serious about all this crap, one can only sit back in awe and wonder at the staggering chutzpah of a dude still sporting OEM courting tackle going around in public claiming his due and proper special privileges as a “transgender wyrmynz,” when what he really is is a garden-variety, Mark-1 Mod-0 transvestite—and will remain so unless and until he works up the, ummm, balls to take the plunge and hack ’em off.

(Via Laura Rosen Cohen)

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Reparations I can REALLY get behind

What the hell, why not.

To those who suggest we might be better spending our time righting the injustices of today rather than of the distant past I say: shame on you. If these wrongs are not righted through compensation they will live on in our collective shame and the descendants of the victims will continue to suffer. Far from abandoning the principle of restorative justice we should be expanding it and exploring what other injustices might be put right through financial compensation.

One glaring example is the great evil visited on the Anglo-Saxon population by the Normal Conquest of 1066. By any standard, the effect on indigenous English society was enduring devastation. Through war, invasion and genocide, the Anglo-Saxon ruling class was almost entirely replaced, control of the church and state surrendered to foreign adversaries, English replaced by Norman French as the language of government, and England’s entire political, social and cultural orientation shifted from Northern Europe to the continent for the next thousand years.

This matters because, just as the pain of colonialism continues to be endured by its descendants, the Conquest continues to have lasting effects. In his study of surnames and social mobility, economic historian Gregory Clark concluded that Norman surnames continue to be 25 percent overrepresented at Oxbridge to this day relative to other indigenous English surnames. As Clark put it: ‘The fact that Norman surnames had not been completely average in their social distribution by 1300, by 1600, or even by 1900 implies astonishingly slow rates of social mobility during every epoch of English history.’ Not for nothing did Nonconformists and Whigs loudly oppose ‘the Norman yoke’ during the 17th and 18th centuries.

Cambridge University, which still drips with Norman money and influence, should now consider to what extent it needs to compensate its Anglo-Saxon victims. The Sutton Trust estimates that Oxbridge graduates earn £400,000 more during their lifetimes than graduates from other UK universities. These figures imply that descendants of the rapacious Norman invader class could be earning tens of thousands of pounds more than other graduates — an undeserved lifetime premium that has survived 31 generations.  So, reparations must certainly be made.  But who shall pay, and who shall receive?

It should be straightforward for a Royal Commission to trace the present-day descendants of Britain’s Norman usurpers through a combination of genealogical and administrative research as well as — inevitably — mandatory genetic testing. A small tax on the Lampards, Vardys and Gascoignes of the world, payable to the Bamfords, Bransons and Ecclestones, would be sufficient to catalyze healing for the open sores of the past.

There will be inevitable quibbles, such as descendants of Normans claiming that they were not personally responsible. But this is feeble prattle. Countries typically honor treaties dating hundreds of years in the past, despite no one being alive who signed them. We pay debts accumulated by previous generations. Similarly, reparations correctly depend on a notion of collective and inherited responsibility, precisely why the Jews were held accountable for the death of Jesus Christ for most of the Christian era.

We are learning every day just how deep our roots in the past lie. The more we learn, the more necessary it is to see the past in terms of the attitudes of the present, and to rectify regrettable aspects. Eventually these may encompass events as old as the Indo-Aryan invasions of 1500 bc, which produced the Hindu caste system, as well as more unheralded travesties such as the American conquest of the Philippines, which introduced junk food, soap operas and general bad taste. Ultimately, only by demarcating a special class of victims and making grievance inheritable can we address the sins of the past and promote harmony in our own world.

Bang on. So if you aren’t passionately, one thousand percent behind seeing justice done for such horrible imperialist oppression, you are almost certainly a RACIST™, and should probably be killed.

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Whoooaaa, big fellow!

So what with the same-old-crap nature of the news after the advent of The Trumpening, combined with the pressure of eking out my meager living every day, I haven’t felt just incredibly motivated to do any posting the past several days, as y’all were no doubt aware. But then up jumps this little slice of irritation.



Now, this is all just SOP, the state of play nowadays, right? Note that nowhere in this horrible, awful, abominable, horribly horrible “racist” Tweetstorm did Trump mention A) anybody’s name, or B) anybody’s race. All he did was exactly what he’s done from the very beginning: unabashedly articulate and bring right out into the open the very thing that Real Americans have been saying and thinking for a very long time now. In fact, I’ve already said the exact same thing here myself, and more than just once too.

I’m quite confident it won’t come as anything like news to any of you here when I inform you that the Left, as is their wont, went absolutely hyper-ballistic bug-fuck nuts immediately. TEH RACISM! TEH BIGOTRY! TEH HATE! THE UNAMERICAN, THIS-IS-NOT-WHO-WE-ARE AS A NATION OF TEH IMMIGRANTS, ILLEGAL OR OTHERWISE! TEH OUTRAGE! All perfectly par for the usual course by now, part of the dismal tide of RACIST!!™ that greets every timid, half-hearted proposal that maybe we might should maybe just possibly make a start at the beginning of some kind of effort to get something resembling control over our borders, just perhaps possibly. No, the shitlib shriekers will brook no such nonsense, and them going into orbit with their Mark-1 Mod-0 howls of high dudgeon are nothing whatsoever new. Certainly, it wouldn’t be nearly enough to penetrate my blogging torpor enough to inspire a mention of it tonight.

No, what annoyed the living crap out of me was this recockulus Powerline post, lovingly linked to by one Ed Driscoll. The Cuckitude is strong with these ones, folks. Try not to let any of it splash back on you, it’ll stain most any fabric you might happen to be wearing.

A BLUNDER OF EPIC PROPORTIONS
Regular readers know that I am a fan of President Trump, and more often than not, a fan of his use of social media. But today he committed the worst unforced error of his presidency, one that we will hear about from the Democrats from now until November 2020.

Now, as John avers right away, he is by no means your garden-variety #NeverTrumpTard cretin; no David French, he, and good on him. But he’s wringing his hands over nothing here. I mean, come ON, dude; we’re going to “hear about (this) from the Democrats from now until November 2020”? Think so, do ya? In the first place: no, it’s not likely we will. In reality, this is likely just another of their everything-but-the-kitchen-sink stratagems, another wheeze from their bag of tired tricks that will be gone in about ten days, like all the others.

Moreover: if they DO decide that this is the one worth really trying to make stick, well, so the fuck what? Does anybody expect anything more from them at this point than a relentless, dogged, unceasing campaign to smear Trump, snooter him, keep him tied up in knots and preoccupied with anything and everything they can conjure up until they finally stagger across something that DOES hit home? Unfortunately, poor John’s unfounded hysteria is only just gathering steam:

The Democrats have been self-destructing, with the progressives denouncing Nancy Pelosi and other members of the party’s leadership as racists. That conflict has dominated the news, and I am sure Trump is right that Nancy Pelosi would be happy to work out travel arrangements to get rid of the Squad. But now she won’t have to. Trump’s attack on the Squad was so foolish that I would assume it to be a case of drunk-tweeting, except that the President doesn’t drink.

This is the headline in my home town paper (“Leave the US, Trump tells liberal congresswomen of color”—M), the Minneapolis Star Tribune. It will be the same in every newspaper across the country…

Again: AND? If it wasn’t that, do you seriously think it wouldn’t have been something else, and that they wouldn’t have puffed and blown quite as hard over it?

Of course not. Didja maybe notice how meticulously they crafted that headline, putting words in Trump’s mouth in order to dishonestly imply that Trump thinks every “liberal congresswomen of color” should leave the US immediately? Anybody out there believe that was either coincidence, or an honest mistake committed in good faith by the insidious Strib hacks?

At the risk of beginning to sound repetitious: THIS IS WHO THEY ARE, THIS IS WHAT THEY DO. They lie, they manipulate, they scheme, they play their game of jiggery-pokery with the truth until it’s completely unrecognizable. Trump did not one thing more than what he’s done all along: he stated an obvious but purportedly off-limits truth bluntly, without hesitation, shame, or regret. Far from being any kind of foolish “blunder” on his part, that sort of thing is exactly why Real Americans elevated him to the Presidency over the entire clown car of shambolic, hapless GOPe perennial also-rans in the first place.

We WANT him to say things like this. We NEED him to say things like this. We DEMAND it of him, in fact. It is precisely moments like these that help to paper over the inevitable disappointment and frustration with him here and there, shoring up his base of support. It is just as Limbaugh often says: this is what fighting back looks like, people. If you find it puzzling or discomfitting, well, it’s probably because it’s been so very damned long since you’ve seen it. Fighting back aggressively against shitlib swine—rising from the long-accustomed defensive crouch to take the offensive on our behalf—has become an unfamiliar, alien thing to Real Americans by now.

Happily, as John finds himself ever more deeply mired in the slough of despond, Steve Hayward steps in to offer a measure of clarity and calm, if only a somewhat lukewarm one:

I concur in part, and dissent in part (as they say at the Supreme Court). I agree with John that this is a case where Trump should have followed the old adage, “When your enemy is destroying himself, get out of the way.”

Not if you see a way to speed them along.

But Trump’s animal instincts come into play here. With a wedge opening up between the Democratic Party leadership and the noisy Four Freshmen reps (and I can guarantee that AOC is the least popular member of the House Democratic caucus), Trump has now forced Pelosi and every other Democrat to come to their defense, elevating their profile further and cementing them as the authoritative face of the Democratic Party. What’s the downside of that?

Ain’t none. And you can be assured he knew just what he was doing, too.

And if you read Trump’s language carefully (and the absence of typos and other typical Trump flourishes like CAPITAL LETTERS and “sad” make me wonder if Stephen Miller wrote them), it is like his clumsy Charlottesville remarks, taken out of context and twisted. Trump’s subtle target here is multiculturalism and “diversity”—the tacit premise of the left that America should be guilty and abject before the supposedly “oppressed” nations of what we used to call the Third World. Trump goes way too far as usual, but his bit about “come back and show us how” is actually a good argument. Once again, Trump may know what he is doing. What is it the old left liked to say? “Heighten the contradictions!”

Actually, Trump’s Charlottesville remarks weren’t “clumsy” at all; they were carefully excised from their proper context, distorted, and lied about so as to create something the toxic shitweasels of the shameless Left could use to their advantage. And they’re still being used that way, and will go right on being so used, as long as the Housebroken Right can be counted on to play along. Any among us who doesn’t expect such from the Left by now is mentally deficient, a pure simpleton.

I still wish Trump would lose his phone. But the over-reaction to this is utterly predictable.

Of course it was. Then, after letting this froth and boil for a week to ten days, it’ll be on to the next contrived Democrat-Socialist tempest in a teapot. Lather, rinse, repeat; count on it, the cycle is as reliable as an atomic clock. Or has anybody seen that nuthatch habitué, whats’ername, that Trump supposedly “raped” at Bloomingdales or Neiman-Marcus or someplace, around? Any ideas where the Democrat-Socialists’ favorite big-donor pedorapist, Jeffrey Epstein, might have suddenly taken himself off to? Say, whatever happened to that nice Alva Johnson lady anyway, she seemed like a decent sort?

What Trump has done here, is doing, is the very thing the Vichy GOPe’s Coup Cucks Clowns always refused to: he’s staying on the offensive, taking the fight to his enemies by any and all means he can think up. That’s just in his nature, bless his cantankerous heart. It’s yet another reason why I remain solidly in his camp, and most likely will for the duration. For now, I’ll let the last word on this brouhaha be Sefton’s; I anticipate having plenty more to say myself shortly, perhaps enough to break it out into a new post.

I don’t think I need tell you the reaction this received from the casting couches to the faculty lounges to the Lido Deck of The Kristol Ship of Fools, but my reaction is “fuckin’ A.” Amazing how despite being painted as irredeemably racist, sexist, bigoted, misogynistic, homophobic, Islamophobic, oppressive to non-whites and illegitimately founded, millions of people from all over the world (and possibly the M-79 star system) risk their lives, their children’s lives and other children’s lives to get here. Why is that Kaepernick? Why is that Rapinoe? Shouldn’t you and your ilk be doing everything you possibly can to dissuade people from coming here? No, of course not, because you and everyone like you lack even two brain cells to rub together to ignite even a spark of a clue as to what the reality is. Many people see the miracle that is this nation from the misery and squalor of the third world shit-holes they seek to escape, while far too many others sadly are being enticed here as a means to overwhelm and collapse us from within, while filling up the voter rolls of the Democrat Party and depressing the wages and even displacing the American worker so the Koch/CoC whores can squeeze one last penny out of the strained cloaca of the golden goose before it disappears in a bloody mass of feathers and fat.

From a tactical standpoint, this is once again Trump being brilliant. He has forced the Democrat-Left Media Complex to choose sides, and by defending Nancy Palsi from being labeled as a racist, he’s put her in the uncomfortable position of having to agree with him in order to defend herself from the charge. No doubt her enemies are going to have a field day with that while spewing even more insanity to turn off even more voters.

Fuckin’ A, buddy, right down the line. Really, y’all, a “blunder of epic proportions”? Only for the sinking Cruise Ship Cuck crew, too staid, dainty, and clueless even now to bother noticing the water slopping over the gunwales—much less save themselves by grabbing a bucket and bailing.

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Bleeding twat gets booted

Cry me a river, Baby Huey.

“Spotted two separate tables of people wearing MAGA gear at @HillCountryWDC. Disgusting. Hill Country clean up your act. I have been patronizing you for 10*•+ years starting in NY. Don’t serve Nazis,” TJ Helmstetter, a Magaphobe said on Twitter Thursday.

Hill Country BBQ wasn’t having it and tossed the hater out for harassing the customer in the MAGA gear.

“Just got thrown out of Hill Country DC for standing up to a Nazi. Don’t go there ever again. They support Trump and Nazis,” Helmstetter said.

It’s his favorite restaurant so he felt like he had the right to harass fellow American citizens.

“Guy wears MAGA hat at my favorite restaurant. I say “hey are you from dc?” He says “no.” I say “we don’t tolerate racism in this city.” His girlfriend then physically jabs fingers into my chest and starts threatening me. Management tells me to leave, not woman who assaulted me,” he said.

Helmstetter said he called the manager at Hill Country BBQ and they told him that the establishment is “an equal opportunity restaurant who welcomes all political viewpoints.”

But there’s more…

TJ Helmstetter is a Democrat Party Operative and Hillary Clinton adviser.

In another Tweet, Cuntboy snivels about how “the Nazi’s girlfriend assualted me by jabbing her fingers into my chest repeatedly, and I simply backed up.” Of course you did, gutless. Too bad she didn’t haul off and poke you in the snoot rather than poking your chest. Who knows, maybe she just wanted to watch it jiggle or something.

A hearty CF attaboy to the Hill Country BBQ folks for not knuckling under to your weak-ass sniveling and wailing. They provide a most welcome contrast to that Red Hen dive’s fully-Woke management style. More womanly kvelling from Doughboy McCrybaby:

Reflecting on the interaction on Twitter, Helmstetter said: ‘Cool, except MAGA hats actually make clear that POC and LGBT are not welcome at all.’

Oh, yeah? Wanna try explaining how you figure that exactly, shitwit? Seems to me it’s a mighty big leap to be making there, boyo, based on assumptions not in evidence—completely insupportable ones, at that. But then, you just established, by your own words and actions, that you’re a hater, a bigot, and a complete ignoramous. So in the end those big, blind leaps of yours aren’t all that hard for sane people to figure out. But now we come to the best part:

Reaction to Helmstetter’s story has been less than sympathetic, with many reaching out to say he should’ve left the couple alone and what he did was both ‘rude’ and ‘ignorant’.

‘Assuming someone is a Nazi because they are wearing a Trump hat is ignorant and trying to ruin his night is rude,’ Rachel Stolzfoos tweeted. ‘Glad to see @HillCountryBBQ handled this appropriately.’

In retort, Helmstetter said: ‘Seeing Nazis in public ruins my night so I guess we are even.’

LOLgetfucked, bitch. You have NO right to live your life free of ever being offended. On the contrary, being offended is the natural consequence of leaving one’s home, as eminently quotable headcase Fran Leibowitz once famously remarked. At the same time, you also have NO right to abuse people in public for political views that don’t precisely align with your own, either. Thus:

‘Intolerant man harasses people trying to have dinner and is shocked that he is asked to leave,’ Mollie Hemmingway replied.

‘This guy was harassing a Trump supporter in the restaurant and now claims to be the victim,’ surmised Erick Erickson.

To heckles of ‘freedom of speech’ in relation to the tourist’s choice to wear the hat, Helmstetter acknowledged the man he did have the right to publicize his political views, but, under the rules of free speech, Helmstetter says it’s his right to challenge those views.

So stipulated…in the proper venue, in the proper fashion: politely, respectfully, and honestly. Haranguing supporters of America’s current President with utterly specious, offensive, and inflammatory “Nazi!!!” accusations in a goddamned restaurant does NOT meet those standards. Not even close. Your mistake, a particularly obnoxious and ignorant one, is conflating “challenge” with “harrass.” They are NOT one and the same; again, not even close. But you’re just not bright enough to grasp the distinction, are you, Tubbsy?

‘To be clear, it is the Nazi’s 1st amendment right to wear racist s**t in public. And it is decent people’s 1A right to tell them they are racist pieces of s**t. He exercised his 1A right, and I exercised mine. @HillCountryBBQ mgmt chose to protect the Nazi’s right but not mine.’

Okay, now the whining is just becoming tiresome. Contrary to this blubbering, what Hill Country BBQ actually did here was to wisely decide not to support—or further put up with—the frothing hysteric who was causing a disturbance in their place of business, preferring instead to throw in with the sane people quietly and peaceably tending to their own affairs, who wished only to enjoy a nice dinner without bothering a living soul. That’s a perfectly understandable decision, one any reasonable business owner not himself an unhinged Leftist would find quite easy to make.

Not one word of which will make the slightest dent in precious little Chubbsy Ubbsy’s inflated sense of grievance and Oh So Special Specialness, of course. Just another example of why one should never bother arguing with these puds, other than for one’s own momentary amusement. As always, it wastes your time, and annoys the pig.

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Learn to code, bitches!

I cannot begin to tell you how much I enjoyed this article.

The far-left fake news outlet CNN came in 15th place in primetime during the previous quarter and lost nearly 20 percent of its already pathetic viewership.

…Obviously, what the above numbers prove is that CNNLOL is not the victim of a downturn in the overall news cycle but rather a victim of its own horribleness, of Suicide By Fake News and Hate.

In all of cable TV during primetime, FOX was number one, MSNBC number two, and CNNLOL was number…. 15.

In the all-important (for advertiser rates) 25-54 age demo during primetime hours, FOX averaged 373,000 viewers, MSNBC 252,000, and CNNLOL just 188,000.

Compared to this same quarter last year, in the age demo, FOX is down 21 percent and MSNBC 27 percent, but CNNLOL again managed to humiliate itself with an incredible 37 percent crash of young primetime viewers.

With only two other cable news outlets as competition, not a single CNNLOL program ranked in the top 20.

There’s a reason why more Democrats tune into MSNBC and probably even Fox News.

CNN is an unreliable and dishonest hate network obsessed with working out its psychosis against Trump and his supporters by going so far as to condone and encourage violence against them.

Okay, it’s possible I may not have enjoyed reading this quite as much as Nolte obviously did writing it.

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From Texas to Frisco in one simple step

Austin decides to go full Third Turd World.

Austin has long been the weird, liberal capital of Texas. The rest of Texas just sort of shrugs and puts up with it. Austin is quirky. Austin is odd. Austin lives in its own little world. Austin is also home to some of the best live music joints anywhere and you have to work pretty hard to find a bad restaurant in the city, so it’s not without its charms. The joke about Austin is that it’s nice because it’s so close to Texas (its the capital, a deep blue dot surrounded by a vast red sea). Austin is like that oddball cousin we all have. He’s there. He picks his nose and argues with light posts. But he’s nice and basically no threat to anyone, so whaddyagonnado?

Well, Texas’ weird cousin just became a threat to itself and others.

On June 20, the Austin city council passed what has to be one of the dumbest, most nonsensical ordinances since the city’s last idiotic, nonsensical ordinance (they pass a lot of ‘em, bless their hearts).

The city council made it perfectly legal to camp out on the city’s public spaces and sidewalks, under bridges and overpasses and, well, everywhere all over town – except, notably, parks and Austin City Hall.

That’s right. The city council exempted themselves from seeing homeless campouts — let’s call them Adlervilles, after the esteemed Mayor Steve Adler — on their own front porch. Mayor Adler and his cohort deemed city hall camping out of bounds. But you, owner of the local cookie store or overtaxed home, will get to see and step over and around all manner of things right out in your yard 24-7 now.

Fine. But why inflict this on homeowners, business owners and everyone but themselves? I’m not making this up. They claim it’s mean to issue tickets for running a clothesline off the Discount Tire store – which has actually already happened! That the tickets create a spiral out of which the homeless cannot escape. So it’s somehow better to issue tickets if you water your lawn at the wrong time, because Harry the Homeowner can actually pay the fine, but inhumane to keep the streets free of bedrolls and poop – a policy which in Los Angeles is giving rise to medieval disease. Only in the liberal mind does this make any sense.

Oh, I think we can take that bit about just who “can actually pay the fine” as more or less dispositive here. Not that the sanctimonious virtue-signalling isn’t worth some points as well, mind. Remember the eternal rule: for liberals, charity really does begin at home. Yours, not theirs.

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Accidental honesty

Kamala Harris gives the game away.

President Trump tweeted recently that ICE will soon begin ramping up deportations of illegal aliens, and obviously that’s highly troubling to liberal Democrats like Kamala Harris:


Does Harris realize what she did there?

Doubtful, highly doubtful; she’s too damned stupid to, especially seeing as how she went blithely on from there to double down on dumbass. But since we all already know that her party insists on unrestrained illegal immigration for the purpose of replacing Real Americans, whose votes they can no longer get, with welfare-dependent hordes of illegal aliens who despise America as much as she and her cohorts do, Harris just have a sterling demonstration of the Opposite Rule: whatever the Democrat-Socialists are hysterically denouncing others for doing, that’s what THEY’RE doing themselves.

Kinsley gaffe (N): 1. (US politics) A mistake whereby a politician inadvertently says something truthful which they had not meant to reveal.

Oooooops.

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Envy is always an unlovely thing

Oh shut up, Whoopsie.

It’s beginning to sound an awful like victim-blaming.

Actress Bella Thorne leaked her own personal, private pictures on Saturday in an effort to take power back from an alleged hacker who threatened to release them to the public. The 21-year-old posted on her Twitter account screenshots of the NSFW images, along with text messages from the hacker who demanded money in exchange for not posting the pictures.

Many fans and other Twitter users offered support and praise for Thorne’s actions, but on Monday’s episode of The View, Whoopi Goldberg  essentially blamed Thorne for taking the nude photos in the first place.

“If you’re famous, I don’t care how old you are. You don’t take nude pictures of yourself,” Goldberg said. “Once you take that picture, it goes into the cloud and it’s available to any hacker who wants it, and if you don’t know in 2019 that this is an issue, I’m sorry. You don’t get to do that.”

Thorne responded with a note posted to her Instagram Story. “Dear Whoopi, I have loved u for so long but honestly I’m so displeased and saddened by your response to my leek [sic],” she wrote. “Blaming girls for taking the photo in the first place? Is sick and honestly disgusting.”

Just because nobody wants to look at nekkid pics of Goldberg’s ugly old ass is no reason she should go bustin’ on Thorne. You go, girl. Let ’em breathe, I say.

Reminds me of a good old joke: a little boy is at the beach, swimming in the surf alongside a comely, buxom young lass in a tiny bikini. A serious rogue wave comes a-crashing over them both, rough enough to rip the hottie’s skimpy top right off and away. As she’s desperately trying to keep her arms over those fun-bags and hold them underwater so’s nobody gets a free peek, the boy says to her, “look, lady, if you’re gonna drown them puppies I’ll take the one with the little brown nose.”

If I was at the beach and such a thing happened to Whoopie, I’d hold her damned head under, for as long as it took.

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Great minds

Richard hips us to this article from the Bee wherein they recognize the awesome, awesome greatness of a certain band—both musically and, umm…well, uhhh…

Study: AC/DC’s ‘Highway To Hell’ More Theologically Accurate Than 96% Of Modern Worship Songs

Yes, it’s the Bee again. I am, however, unprepared to render judgment as to whether or not it’s satire in this particular case.

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Have an (exploding) cigar

Curses, foiled again!

WASHINGTON DC (AP) – After over two years of attempting to arrest, indict, embarrass, harm, stop, stall, or even marginally interfere with the implacable forward progress of President Trump using a wide array of convoluted tricks, schemes, and scandals, Congressional Democrats are now determined to exact retribution for their continual failures from the ACME Manufacturing Company, Inc., claiming that the company’s products are both defective and hazardous, and that they have consistently allowed President Trump to get away.

During this time period, numerous Democrats have used ACME products in their political machinations, however, due to the humiliation involved, very few were willing to discuss their experiences on the record. House Speaker Nancy Pelosi offered the following statement.

“I remember when Trump called me into the Oval Office to discuss funding the border wall, and I had this feeling that he might try leaving before I could get on camera and cut him down with childish name-calling. So I took some ACME Wall Paint and made a fake archway into the next room. Sure enough, 2 minutes into the meeting, he runs out, but somehow he runs THROUGH the archway I painted. I tried running through the archway after him, but I hit the wall face-first and splayed out flat against it. That’s why I have this bandage on my nose. It is NOT – as some people have suggested – from cosmetic surgery. That’s the other bandage on my nose.”

At the time we interviewed Senator Chuck Schumer after his Trump experience, he had been compressed into a two-foot tall cylinder with just his arms and legs sticking out. As it was difficult to understand him over the accordion noises he made with every step, the interview was brief.

“Fell off a cliff. ACME anvil fell on me. ACME umbrella did nothing. I don’t wanna talk about it,” Schumer said before accordioning away.

By way of comment on the investigation, President Trump offered only the single brief and cryptic tweet: “Meep Meep”.

Okay y’all, I’m thinking this one just might be satire too.

(Via Van der Leun)

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Unclear and confuscated

Obligatory disclaimer: yes, it’s the Bee, and I do know it’s satire. Or, as their new subscription-solicitation box pronounces: “Fake news you can trust, delivered straight to your inbox.”

And yes, I signed up for it.

WASHINGTON, D.C.—In a special session called to order Friday, Congress voted unanimously to do a complete overhaul of Father’s Day, renaming the holiday “Toxic Masculinity Awareness Day” and redefining the day’s meaning to encourage citizens to heap shame and disgust on all fathers, current or potential.

Americans across the country excitedly prepared to celebrate the updated holiday designed to shame fathers and all things masculine as the weekend approached.

“It was just time,” said House Speaker Paul Ryan, citing the high numbers of depression and anxiety among men as “a good sign things are progressing in the right direction, but we still have a lot of work to do before all men, everywhere do the right thing and hate themselves with the appropriate level of vehemence.” The new initiative seeks to have all men wailing in the streets in sackcloth and ashes, flagellating and weeping with shame and regret for their harmful, problematic masculinity.

The rewritten holiday guidelines suggest cancelling any gift orders for cigars or plans to take dad out for steak and instead sitting dad on the floor in the living room and repeatedly shaming him for being part of the problem, saying things like “Take that money you were going to spend on a beard trimmer and instead donate it to women’s rights.” The government also established an associated website, ToxicFathersDay.gov, where you can download a free card to give your father that reads, “This isn’t your day any more. Do better.”

Okay, I THINK it’s satire. Maybe not; it’s so hard to tell these days, and attaching that “statement” to Paul RINO ain’t helping to keep the lines clear either. Here, let’s try another one.

U.S.—While everyone has a mother–a necessity in every family for raising and providing for the children–there is a second type of parent some people have called a “father.” It is unknown what purpose this seemingly vestigial parent provides, but today is a holiday known as Father’s Day, where the existence of fathers is acknowledged even if their purpose is unknown.

There had been concerns in the past that fathers actually were harmful to families because of their toxic masculinity, but that masculinity has been tamed in recent years. Now they’re relatively harmless and can help with chores around the house–though usually only under tight supervision, as they’re not very good at them–and can occasionally watch the children–though this again can cause trouble, as they often irritate the children with bad jokes.

While no one recommends having a father, if you know of one, today is the day to tell him, “There you are.” Scientists expect fathers to completely disappear in the next few decades, though, as they’re replaced with an automated device that can both kill spiders and say, “Nice to meet you, Hungry.”

Yep, I think it’s satire. I THINK.

Know what the real problem with the Bee is, though? Every danged time I look in over there I wind up wanting to excerpt EVERYthing here. They just suck me right in every time, and whenever I find myself immersed therein it’s so enjoyable that I don’t want to come back out again.

Update! Exhibit A in support of that last ‘graph of mine.

Covert Navy SEAL Team Really Starting To Regret Wearing These Pride Month Uniforms
RAQQA, SYRIA—A Navy SEAL Team recently expressed regret in showing support for Pride Month after their new uniforms gave away their position in a covert operation to infiltrate an ISIS stronghold. Seal Captain James McKeever says they endured heavy gunfire after the little rainbow flags poking up off of their shoulder area drew the enemy’s attention. “The whole mission was a bust. We barely made it out alive.”

The SEAL team is now being investigated for hate speech after expressing such clearly unpatriotic and anti-gay opinions. “To refuse to wear a bright, rainbow-covered frog suit on a covert ops mission is the definition of anti-gay bias,” said investigator Janice Gillespie. “They will be duly reprimanded.”

See? You SEE what I mean, dammit?

Updated update! An incredibly moving Father’s Day tribute that is DEFINITELY not satirical.

The men of 8th Company were much older now and not as lean as the men — boys, really — who appeared in the photos from 1950-51. Most carried extra weight around the middle, had the leathery skin that came with years of overexposure to the sun, and old tattoos that had purpled with age on biceps and calves that were not as hard and chiseled as they once were — but you didn’t try to tell them that. Like old athletes, they spoke with as much bravado as ever.

I had to smile. It had been my privilege to be raised in the company of such men. They could be profane and the jokes were always off-color. They were, to a man, hard-drinking and chain-smoking. They incessantly complained about the army and were fiercely proud of their part in it. Ornery and ready to fight each other, they were nonetheless ready to die for each other, too. Their vices were ever near the surface and yet, I cannot imagine where America would be without their kind.

I was 20 years old and sat silently watching and listening as I so often did when my father swapped war stories with other veterans. But this time it was different. These weren’t just any veterans; these were the men with whom he had shed blood. This would be his last reunion and it was important to him that I be there. As the son of an 8th Company Ranger, I was, like other sons, an honorary member of this very exclusive club and therefore allowed to participate on the periphery of their banter — and fetch them beer. Lots of beer. Ranger reunions were impossible without beer. And with middle-aged men, that meant frequent trips to the bathroom.

With my father away for a moment on just that sort of mission, one of his old buddies leaned in as if to tell me a secret:

“If any man was ever born to be a soldier, it was your father. Some men have an instinct for the battlefield, and he damn sure did. Absolutely the best shot I ever saw. Could hit flies at a hundred yards. And, man, he was fearless…”

My father, returning, rolled his eyes: “That’s bulls–t, Mike. I was as afraid as any man.”

He turned to me. “It’s as I’ve told you before, son, a man who is truly fearless will get you killed. There’s something wrong with him. His instincts don’t tell him to be afraid when he should be. You want a man on point who wants to stay alive just like you do and whose senses are telling him ‘something’s not right here’ when there’s reason to believe you’re walking into an ambush. Now Mike here, was a helluva point man…” This was all very typical. They extolled each other’s battlefield heroics, but not their own.

All of these men dealt with the psychological wounds of war whether they ever received a Purple Heart or not. My mother tells me that my father suffered from hideous nightmares to the day he died, a recurring one being that he had fallen into a thinly covered mass grave full of bodies in a state of decomposition. Though he fights to climb out over the bodies, the rotten flesh slides off the bones as he grips them and their flesh remained on him for days until he could bathe, a luxury not afforded to men behind enemy lines. Though he would never say, she thinks the nightmare reflected an actual occurrence. I wager all of these men had nightmares of war.

Years later, as he lay on his deathbed delirious from the heavy doses of morphine, he returned to the battlefield. I will never forget his words, a command shouted with urgency and authority: “Cover the left flank! Cover the left flank! Move! Move! Move!” The order was repeated along with something about laying down suppression fire. Whatever the battle he was in, he was reliving it and he was determined to hold the line. In that moment, I prayed that the Lord would take him. He was suffering the horror of war all over again.

The next afternoon, his chest, heaving and belabored for days, relaxed and the air left his lungs in one long sigh. My father was dead.

Trust me when I assure you that you absolutely MUST read all of this. Keep the hankies close at hand when you do. And wonder where we ever found such men, and whether we’ll ever see their like again. Pray to God that we do; sooner or later, as surely as the Sun rises, we’re going to need them.

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Shitlib cri de coeur: “Donald Trump Will Pick the Democratic Nominee”

A real hanky-wringer from the NYT. And you guys know I don’t link those lightly—or at all—unless there’s real amusement value to be had.

Every incumbent president looms large over the contest to determine his opponent, but the shadow cast by Trump is bloated beyond measure. He’s not just influencing the Democratic race. He’s perverting it. It looks and sounds little like 2016, 2012, 2008 or any other year that I can easily recall, and the main reason isn’t rising progressivism, increasing diversity or metastasizing social media. It’s Trump.

He’s altering the standards by which candidates are judged. He’s warping the lens through which they’re viewed. Everything is a response to him, a reading of him, a repudiation of him. He’s the reference point, as omnipresent in Democrats’ motivations and calculations as he is on cable news. The Democrat who wins the party’s presidential nomination will be the Democrat who fits most felicitously into a Trump-stamped and Trump-ravaged landscape, and if that Democrat goes all the way, it will be a destiny decreed largely by Trump.

Trump, for example, gets credit for the Democratic primary’s defining aspect, which is the sheer number of candidates — 23. They assessed his underwhelming approval rating,

So “underwhelming” it’s higher than both Obama’s and Clinton’s.

factored in his combustibility and decided that if ever a sitting president looked vulnerable and if any year appeared ripe for a Democratic takeover, that president is Trump and that year is 2020. The many long shots among them weren’t dissuaded by their odds, because Trump took an unconventional route to a victory that stunned him as much as it did anybody else. It suggested that the old rules were out the window and you never really know.

That’s another thing all you staid, old-guard hacks missed: the old rules ARE out the window, yet both you and the Conservative Inc NeverTrumpTards continue to purvey your turgid analyses based on those now-defunct old rules.

But the congested field is suffocating qualified aspirants who would otherwise find oxygen. It’s putting an extra premium on viral moments and supersize conceits. It’s privileging celebrity. All of that will factor into who prevails, and all of that is because of Trump.

“Qualified aspirants”? Name two from out of that pack of rabid, baying hyenas. Just two. Go on, I’ll wait.

“Electability” dominates Democratic voters’ thoughts, because many of them are more horrified by four more years of Trump than they were by four more years of his Republican predecessors.

Remarkably, Bruni just got something right, if only accidentally and not for the reason he thinks. Those Republican predecessors being part of the phony Tame Opposition, willing to roll over and pant for their masters, Democrat-Socialist voters (the ones actually alive, that is) would naturally be more comfortable with the prospect of spending a term pretending to be governed by them. They’d still scream bloody murder about “fascism” and “Hitler” and all the rest, sure. But they wouldn’t have been driven right to Bedlam’s very doorstep by, say, ¡YEB! as they have been by Trump.

There’s more, and it’s the usual noxious hellbrew of lies, distortion, sleazy insinuation, and hypocrisy the dwindling handful who still bother with the NYT at all have come to know and love, so I won’t bother with deconstructing any more of it. But taken as the wailing denunciation of reality from a broken shitlib that it is, it’s still a pleasant read nonetheless.

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“Why is San Francisco such a mess?”

Sorry for going dark most of this week, folks. Been spending all my time trying to work out a deal on an old beater car, having been without for two months now—which definitely cramps a Door Dash-driver’s style, as one would imagine—due to a bunch of crap I ain’t gonna get into now. So, laying all that troyerik mishegoss aside, let’s clear out a few open tabs, shall we?

Lemme see, lemme see, what do we have lying around here…oh, this one looks like it could be fun.

Sooner or later, every San Franciscan is going to have to answer this question: Why is the best city in the world such a mess?

Meanwhile, everyone else is asking: Why—San Francisco inarguably being the shit-strewn Third World mess that we all know it to be—do some people there cling so desperately to the delusional conceit that it’s still somehow “the best city in the world”?

The Washington Post is the latest to be on San Francisco’s case. It was once the Paris of the West. Now it’s “Too homogenous, too expensive, too tech, too millennial, too white, too elite, too bro.”

Too complicated, too desperatively evasive, when all they had to say was: too liberal, for too long—a conclusion based on an Everest of real-world evidence provided by every other urban shithole in America run for the last five or six decades by liberals.

And everyone knows it. I heard from a woman who was one of the neighbors when I lived on 21st Avenue, years ago. She was a kid then and played with my daughters on the sidewalk — jump rope, games like that. “This is not the city I grew up in,” she wrote. “I will never come back.”

You hear that a lot from expatriate San Franciscans. They moved out for a hundred good reasons, but a lot of us loyalists stayed with the city. We still like the city — the feel of it, the small-town nature of San Francisco, the neighborhood restaurants, the corner stores, the nutty vitality of the place.

A lot of those nuts readily to be found right on the streets, if you don’t mind sorting through the stuff they’re embedded in. Kernels of corn too, I bet.

True confession: first West Coast tour time the band did way back in the mid-90s, I myself absolutely LOVED SF. I had a couple of friends there who showed me around some; the three or four Bay Area (one was in Oakland, I believe) shows we did were very well-attended and received, too. Overall, I had a great time there. I still consider it the single most beautiful city I ever did see, although I was quite surprised to find so many of the people I encountered to be stiff, prickly, standoffish assholes—this, at a time when I’d been living in New York City for several years already, supposedly the world’s capital of Rude. Not so, folks; SF was WAAAAY worse, to my great shock and disappointment.

But this is no little “cable cars climbing halfway to the stars” view of the city. People who have lived here for a long time can see clearly what’s wrong with the city. But it’s San Francisco. It’s like a romance gone awry. It’s complicated.

No, it isn’t; much as you might like to think it to be, it really, really isn’t. It’s liberal governance, producing the exact same results it does any and everywhere it’s tried.

To cope with these problems, the citizens have continued to elect weak city governments, all built on compromise and deals with competing pressure groups. At City Hall everybody is responsible for everything and nobody is responsible for anything.

Another perfectly-typical, Mark-1 Mod-0 hallmark trait of liberal governance, which is never anythink like as weak as it needs to be.

To make a complex problem worse, the city has so many rules and regulations that it has become nearly impossible to build anything.

Ahem. Typical. Hallmark. Etc. Problem NOT complex. Problem very, very simple. It’s beginning to seem jaw-droppingly incredible to me that even this poor schlub can remain oblivious to it. But now we get to the truly pitiful part.

The Washington Post is right. It’s too too. So why do we loyalists stay? Why don’t we cash out, sell our modest homes for a million bucks and buy a mansion in Broken Bow, Neb.?

It’s the people you find here. People like Fran Martin and Anne Seeman and their neighbors, who turned a neglected eyesore in an out-of-the-way neighborhood into a 6-block-long showplace called the Visitacion Valley Greenway. People like Nancy Windesheim and Joan Carson, who headed an effort to repair and landscape a one-block section of Esmeralda Avenue in Bernal Heights and turn it into a small treasure, complete with a children’s slide.

OOOOH, A SLIDE? Woooo-weee, that there’s some high-class living right there, you betcher. Why, out here in Benighted Ign’ernt Knuckledragger Hell, you only ever come across one of them thar fancy slidey-board thingies at, oh, EVERY FUCKING SCHOOL, PARK, AND PUBLIC PLAYGROUND YOU HAPPEN PAST. Usually more than just one of ’em, actually. Yes, such things are a good bit less rare than hen’s teeth to us hicks from the sticks. Only ’round these parts, you don’t have to worry about the big, steaming pile of fresh-cranked wino turd you’ll find yourself deposited face-first in at the end of the ride. That would seem to be a feature exclusive to these urban liberal utopias the poor souls trapped therein tell themselves we’re all so very envious of.

There are other people with smaller visions who built community gardens all over the city; the neighbors who put in a kids’ swing just off San Jose Avenue.

Waitwaitwaitwait: do you seriously mean to tell me that in addition to a slide, SF also boasts A SWINGSET TOO BESIDES? I can’t believe it. I WON’T believe it.

Many of these people are not native San Franciscans pining for the good old days and complaining about how the city has gone to the dogs, dammit.

They moved here because they saw something special in this place. They did a lot of work to make San Francisco better. Not just talk. Hard work.

And in return, got the same payoff doled out by liberal governance everywhere, every time: a stinking bag of shit. Just remember folks: what they’ve done for SF, they can damned sure do for you too. And fully intend to, whether you like it or not.

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Gibbering baboon opens mouth, hilarity ensues

I repeat: Maxine Waters should be in a job she’s more intellectually qualified for, like cleaning hotel rooms, botching orders through a drive-thru clown head, or serving as a parking-lot speed bump.

Auntie Maxine took a breaking from calling for President Trump’s impeachment for a moment to troll him and it was an epic failure.

Low IQ Max didn’t think this through.

Dude, she isn’t capable of thought. The moron didn’t get quite the response she expected, though.



LOL get fucked, stupid bitch.

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Dominance and submission

Even as the parent of a daughter who will most likely end up confronting this nonsense sooner or later, I still can’t help but enjoy how end-stage “feminism” and chaotic, anti-science Leftard gender fuckwittery have been crushed under the weight of their own contradictions.

U.S.—Declaring that “the future is female” and that they would “no longer bow to toxic male faux-dominance,” Americans on the left of the political spectrum solemnly vowed Saturday to topple the Patriarchy once and for all by allowing biological males to dominate all women’s sports.

“The Patriarchy needs to be smashed, women need to be empowered, and men who identify as women need to be active in women’s contact sports!” one Portland LGBT activist told reporters. “Once every single female sport in America is utterly dominated by biological males who identify as women, the criminal hierarchy of men utterly dominating all aspects of life will be broken—this is not hard!”

“Not allowing men who identify as women to participate in women’s sports is patriarchal oppression, and probably transphobic, or maybe sexist, we think?” she added sternly.

Questioned about CeCe Telfer—formerly Craig Telfer—the biologically male NCAA runner who went from a ranking of 390th to becoming national champion in one year after identifying as transgender and switching from competing against men to competing against women, the activist said “what CeCe has done is affirming and marvelous.”

“Crushing the hopes and dreams of females who’ve trained their whole lives only to be suddenly forced to compete against physically superior biological males is the perfect way to uplift women.”

Men and women are NOT equal—physically, mentally, or emotionally. Gender is genetically assigned and immutable, not subject to change according to one’s “feelings” or whim. A male may have himself surgically and hormonally altered to accomodate his psychological aberrations, but cannot make himself a woman thereby. There are some things a woman simply can NOT do “every bit as well” as a man. Them’s the facts, ladies; you might not like ’em, but you damned sure have to live with ’em. Just like the rest of us do.

And if you don’t believe me, you just go and check out the pics of the “female” athletes accompanying the article.

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