Gab Pay update

As of last night, I found out that the new Gab Pay donation link in the right sidebar seems to be functioning as it should. I’ll still leave the old PayPal donation buttons in place a bit longer yet before switching over fully to GP and ditching my PP account, probably in two-three weeks or so. Torba promises to add new geegaws and gimcracks to Gab Pay as time marches relentlessly on, including a credit card option, which would definitely be nice.

HELPFUL HINT: if any of y’all were considering throwing a few shekels my way, now would be a good time for it, so as to help me continue testing the GP thang a bit more. Just sayin’, that’s all. Ahem.

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Telegraphing their punches

This Ralph Peters post from a few days ago dovetails pretty nicely with BCE’s post below on Predictive Programming.

How do we know what they are planning to do to us? Easy. Just listen to what they tell us they’re planning to do to us.

As for example this recent business with PayPal. A “policy” was announced (and quickly retracted) that stated account holders would be “fined” for the usually opaque reasons, such as “spreading misinformation” – never specifically defined – as if that mattered because PayPal wasn’t talking about refusing to provide a platform for the propagation of views it opposes (even if factual).

That being merely censorship.

And yes, it is precisely that when it is done in cooperation with the government, as a way to get around the irritating First Amendment that would otherwise constrain the government. The whack-a-mole nonsense about “private companies” having the “right” to not publish that which is disagreeable to them is precisely that – nonsense – because the “social media” corporations are creatures of the government as a matter of legal standing and simple fact and, moreover, actively work with the government to suppress the publication of that which the government regards as disagreeable.

But PayPal is not a “social media” company and what it proposed to do wasn’t merely to refuse to do business with those it finds disagreeable – which is an interesting thing in its own right when you remember that the Left has winnied for decades about the wrongfulness of free association in business transactions. It is in fact illegal – “discrimination” – to decline to transact business with, for instance, people whose sexual orientation you regard as not merely distasteful but morally wrong. Try – if you own a bake shop – to refuse to bake a wedding cake for a gay couple, for instance. The government will fine you – and worse – for doing that.

So much for free association…when it doesn’t suit the Left.

And also when it does.

Anyhow, they wanted to let us know. It wasn’t an accident, a sllp of the tongue – a poorly worded “release.” It was a shot across the bow. It was a warning that this is what they intend for us.

And what is that, exactly?

It is a system of total financial control in which your economic life can be ended as easily as turning off the power. It is the individual-level manifesation of ESG – the Environmental, Social and Governance shibboleths that lately determine corporate investment (or not) and in what (or not). Not according to what benefits shareholders but rather, according to what furthers-along whatever the narrative-du-jour happens to be. “Climate change,” for instance. It drives investment capital away from things that make money – and work – such as oil and cars that aren’t electric and diverts it toward “green” energy and EeeeeeeVeeees that don’t.

The next step is the application of ESG Principles to individuals – by punishing them when they fail to hew to the narrative-du-jour. Post something critical of “climate change” hysteria – or a fact about the drugs that aren’t “vaccines” – and they will simply Hoover up your money and style it a “fine.” It’ll do a lot to make sure you stay in line.

If you doubt it’s what they have planned, you failed to get the message they just sent.

What can we do?

I favor shooting the fucking bastards in the fucking face with a full-auto battle rifle myself, but maybe that’s just me. I’m ornery like that sometimes.

As to PayPal’s shift from being a payment portal right into full-bore gangsterism and grand larceny, y’all may have noticed the new Gab Pay link over in the right sidebar. Barry was kind enough to test it for me with a donation, but after talking it over a bit with him earlier today we still aren’t completely sure it’s working correctly. The problem probably exists somewhere between my monitor and my chair, but in any event I’m thinking I’ll leave the PayPal button in place for the nonce, until such time as I’m confident I have everything wired and plumbed properly. If you decide to use the Gab Pay button yourself, please be sure to let me know how it all went, ‘kay?

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In the mood

I know it might be a mite early to start in with the Halloween stuff, but I still want to post these because I just love them soooo much. First up, a solid gold seasonal chestnut from The Other Wicked Pickett.



Next, another classic, this one from The Other Gene Simmons.



Finally, this one isn’t really a Halloweeny tune, except for the spooky werewolf howl that kicks things off.



Seeing as how, as I’ve said here plenty of times over the years, the great Richie Blackmore is something of a God to me, I just HAD to include this one.

This H-ween stuff reminds me that somewhere around this place, I have an illo provided to me by Coop, another true great, especially for use in my annual Halloween theme-conversion, a practice I’ve abandoned in recent years. I need to see if I can’t resurrect it this year; gonna require some jiggery-pokery, since the theme I used it for before was a two-column design instead of my current three.

Okay, an occasion this auspicious demands that I run my all-time favorite D-Purp tune. Enjoy, y’all.



The dude who posted this vid on YouTube says it was “an attempt to synch Highway Star from the Made in Japan CD with sections of the Copenhagen DVD.” I’d say he did a damned fine job, myself.

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Charlatans

Michael Anton deftly skewers the loathsome, treacherous snake in the grass Bill Kristol, among several others.

One astonishing feature of the present era is that it is now common for former friends to hurl the vilest insults, to make the wildest accusations, and then honestly expect to be treated in return like an old pal. This is not the Washington slogan “We’re all friends after five o’clock,” Ronnie and Tip getting a drink in the Oval as the sun sets (which anyway never happened). This is viciousness expecting to be reciprocated with oblivious graciousness.

Who does this? The answer turns out to be: a lot of people. Did people used to behave like this? Not in my experience, nor do I find examples in literature. I have experienced a few, however, in my own life.

This fall, I gave a speech at the Philadelphia Society, a notable conservative gathering founded in the wake of the 1964 Goldwater defeat. I was asked to answer the question “what do the founding principles require of us today?” I discussed my proposed talk in advance with Society President R.J. Pestritto, a longtime friend and now colleague. He and I agreed that I would address the increasing tendency of conservatism, or at least of conservatives, toward historicism: the idea that political right is contingent on its historical situation. In particular, I planned to criticize what I consider conservatism’s tendency toward so-called “rational historicism”: the notion that history has an upward direction, that “progress” somehow makes awful calamities in the human past impossible to recur in the future. The American founders, I would claim, did not believe this. They may have hoped that their revolution would, mirabile dictu, turn out to be permanent,

Not so, actually, at least in Thomas Jefferson’s case. In his justly renowned letter to William Stephens Smith, which I shall never tire of re-quoting here, he explicitly spelled it out:

God forbid we should ever be 20 years without such a rebellion. The people can not be all, and always, well informed. The part which is wrong will be discontented in proportion to the importance of the facts they misconceive. If they remain quiet under such misconceptions it is a lethargy, the forerunner of death to the public liberty. We have had 13 states independant 11 years. There has been one rebellion. That comes to one rebellion in a century and a half for each state. What country before ever existed a century and half without a rebellion? And what country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.

Sounds a lot to me like Jefferson, for one, far from hoping for permanence, would be appalled at the American nation he helped create stagnating for so very long under the same ever-expanding, ever-more-oppressive central government. Clearly, the concept of a fundamental right to revolution is manifestly indispensable to the preservation of “the public liberty,” in Jefferson’s estimation. The two ideas are inextricably entwined; absent the former, the latter cannot long endure. Onwards.

but they did not assert that human nature had (or could) permanently change for the better, or that tyranny could never recur. Hence they claimed that the right of revolution—the right of the people to alter or abolish tyrannical government, and establish a new one—is the most fundamental of all political rights, the one on which all the others rest.

I predicted to R.J., and then predicted in the speech itself, that the right of revolution would be denounced simply because I cited it, and that I would be accused by “conservatives” and former friends of calling for violence. Right on cue, both predictions came true. Leading the charge was America’s foremost former conservative, Bill Kristol.

I have, or had, known Bill for almost 30 years. We were quite a bit friendlier than Gabe and I ever were. When Bill turned on me, he turned hard. No consideration was given for all that time, all those conversations, all those prior agreements. I know I am not nearly alone in this.

Despite Bill’s constant insults, calumnies, and attacks over the past six years, I’ve never once said or written a public word against him. I hesitated for many reasons, of which I will mention two. First, I admire his parents, both of whom I consider to be high intellects and benefactors of the nation. I even had lunch with his father when I was 23, a high point of my young life as a wannabe Washington intellectual.

My placidity began to give way when Bill first called me a Nazi—and then did it again, and again after that. As I have explained elsewhere, people who call you a Nazi are not your friends. They are your enemies. They mean to hurt you.

About two years after that, I attended a conference where Bill was present. I had not seen him at all in the intervening time. He greeted me with a big grin as though nothing had happened and said that, since he was sick, he would understand if I didn’t shake his hand. Of course I didn’t, but—the chutzpah! As if I would! More to the point, why would Bill himself want to shake a “Nazi’s” hand?

Bill is a double Harvard graduate—A.B. and Ph.D. He was, as noted, a student of one of the three or four greatest conservative minds of the past 100 years. He wrote his dissertation on the Federalist. He ought, therefore, to know something about the American founding.

Why, then, does he deny the right of revolution? Actually, he didn’t—not explicitly. Granted, 280 characters doesn’t give one the latitude to say much. But that’s the clear implication of his attack. If my speech were so objectionable, it could only be because the assertion that the right of revolution exists—the only assertion I made—is objectionable.

Did Bill always feel this way about the right of revolution? Or is he only now against it because I’m for it? Does he think it wasn’t present in the founders’ thought? How then does he explain away the two specific explications of it in the Declaration of Independence?

In fact, I can find almost no position Bill used to hold that he hasn’t since repudiated. He was against abortion and Roe before he was for them. He used to be against the normalization of homosexuality. Do his new leftist allies know that? In almost every respect—from criminal justice to taxes and spending to the culture war—Bill not very long ago was not merely a Republican but a conservative Republican. He has not merely abandoned all these positions without explanation; he attacks with venom all his former friends who still hold them.

The only issue over which Bill has been consistent over the last 20 years is war. He’s for it! Here again is a grave issue where honest men can disagree. But Bill is not content to disagree, much less to give the benefit of the doubt to any of his former friends who question the wisdom of the last 20 years of war. You are either for maximalist interventionism—in the present context, that means arming Ukraine—or you are a wicked person. No leeway is allowed for genuine differences of opinion, or even prudential miscalculation. Bill is entirely Manichaean on this (and every other) topic.

This is perhaps understandable. Bill is best known for his vociferous support of the 2003 Iraq war. “Support” is really too mild a word because, while it may be hard to remember, Bill was extremely influential back then. More than anyone else outside of government, he made that war happen.

Full disclosure (which I have disclosed many times): I supported it, too. One difference is that by 2007, I saw clearly that it had been a horrible mistake. Bill never has. Not that he (or anyone) should repudiate a position he sincerely holds.

But it is reasonable to ask how anyone can still sincerely hold that position. The Iraq war was a catastrophe. It failed to accomplish its stated ends. It killed thousands of Americans, hundreds of thousands of Iraqis, and crippled many more from both countries, many of them women and children. It cost trillions of dollars. It destabilized the Middle East for a generation and counting. It intensified deep divisions in the American public and the Republican Party. It got Barack Obama elected twice (against Bill’s stated wishes both times).

Even partial responsibility for a disaster of this magnitude is enough to break the psyche of anyone possessed of a modicum of introspection. If that’s what happened to Bill, he should have our pity. Not that he’s behaved in a way to deserve any.

Bill’s hit squad aside, my biggest criticism of him is his blinkered field of vision. Bill enjoyed one of the greatest gifts anyone of an intellectual bent could wish for: a great teacher and exposure to the greatest books.

What has he done with all of that? Uncritical support of Biden, Kamala, Fauci, Mark “White Rage” Milley, “Admiral Rachel” Levine, COVID lockdowns, BLM riots, pre-dawn raids, pre-trial detention, pre-teen genital mutilation. This is where reading the Bible, Thucydides, Xenophon, Plato, Aristotle, Cicero, Locke, Montesquieu and the founders led him?

The great thinkers whom Bill once claimed as sources of inspiration were all dissidents—dissidents, especially, from the prevailing orthodoxies of their times. Bill, by contrast, is a supporter of orthodoxy, an enforcer of leftist pieties, a (well-paid) regime hitman.

The rest of Anton’s piece is precisely the kind of taut, well-reasoned rhetorical bloodletting we’ve come to expect from the man. His arguments are air-tight and entirely unassailable, impervious to the juvenile pokings and proddings of capering mental dwarves like Kristol for one reason above all others: those arguments are constructed upon an intellectual foundation laid down by America’s Founding Fathers themselves. For all their posturing, their puffery, their vanity and self-regard, that sturdy foundation presents an obstacle big enough, powerful enough that the conniving grifters of Conservative, Inc can never hope to overcome it.

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Savor the flavor of delicious Biden Classic™

Hm. Not nearly as tasty as good old Classic Coke, I’m afraid. Ace reminds us of what may well be the most egregious and cruel of all of Biden’s many lies, a self-serving fabrication he clung to tenaciously for years and years.

The worst moment of Joseph R. Biden’s life — the 1972 car crash that killed his wife and baby daughter — has drawn renewed attention over a falsehood that the former vice president repeated for years: that the other driver was drunk.

From 2001-07, Mr. Biden indicated at least twice that the tractor-trailer driver who hit his wife’s car had been drinking, even though the state official who oversaw the investigation and the driver’s daughter said that wasn’t true.

During the 2008 presidential campaign, Pamela Hamill, the daughter of driver Curtis C. Dunn, called on Mr. Biden to apologize publicly after he told a crowd that her father “drank his lunch” before the accident, according to a 2008 article in the Newark [Delaware] Post.

“A tractor-trailer, a guy who allegedly — and I never pursued it — drank his lunch instead of eating his lunch, broadsided my family and killed my wife instantly and killed my daughter instantly and hospitalized my two sons,” Mr. Biden said in 2007.

In a 2001 speech at the University of Delaware, he referred to an “errant driver who stopped to drink instead of drive” and “hit my children and my wife and killed them,” according to a 2008 report in NewsBusters, citing a 2001 “Inside Edition” report.

Mr. Biden apparently stopped making the claim after a burst of media attention.

In truth, the poor trucker slandered for so long by the vile, sleazy creep Biden put his tractor-trailer over on its side trying to avoid hitting Biden’s wife, who had run a stop sign and put herself into the trucker’s path. He then extricated himself from his ruined rig and ran over to try to render any assistance he could to Mrs Biden and the children, a heroic effort that turned out to be unsuccessful.

Naturally, Pedo Joe—being the kind of soulless opportunist he is, was, and always will be—saw in this tragic accident an opportunity for personal political gain and seized on it with all his miserable might, despite the then-Chief Deputy AG for Delaware’s flat statement that “She had a stop sign. The truck driver did not,” as well as saying that alcohol played no role whatever in the wreck.

Dunn was haunted for the rest of his life by the deadly collision, his torment compounded by “President” Joe Biden’s witting lies about him. The repulsive degenerate Biden owes the family of the man he slandered for so long a helluva lot more than just an apology, in my view. But again: Biden being who and what he is, even a simple apology for defaming an entirely blameless man isn’t something anyone should be holding their breath waiting for.

Sometimes, even an irreligious type can but hope that there really is a Hell awaiting excrescences like Joe Biden.

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Much ado about absolutely, positively NOTHING

Oh for the love of sweet bleeding Jesus, get over yourselves, you insufferable twats.

Why NOBODY should be using the ‘thumbs up’ emoji in 2022 – and the 10 symbols only ‘old people’ use that have Gen Z rolling their eyes

  • Gen Z sees the thumbs up emoji as rude or passive aggressive, they say
  • The emoji is commonly used in casual and professional conversation
  • People aged 35 and over are more likely to use the symbol but it is alienating
  • Other emojis only used by ‘old people’ include ‘crying laughing’ and the heart

Sending a thumbs-up can be seen as passive aggressive and even confrontational, according to Gen Z who claim they feel attacked whenever it is used.

Whether the chat is informal, between friends or at work the icon appears to have a very different, ‘rude’ meaning for the younger generation.

A 24-year-old on Reddit summed up the Gen Z argument, saying it is best ‘never used in any situation’ as it is ‘hurtful’.

‘No one my age in the office does it, but the Gen X people always do it. Took me a bit to adjust and get [it] out of my head that it means they’re mad at me,’ he added.

“Hurtful.” Damned if I’da told it, cupcake. Sheesh.

Others agreed it is bad form, especially at work where it can make the team appear unfriendly and unaccommodating.

Business consultant Sue Ellson says it is important to understand the dynamic of your workplace before sending emojis – especially the thumbs up

‘My last workplace had a WhatsApp chat for our team to send info to each other on and most of the people on there just replied with a thumbs up.

‘I don’t know why but it seemed a little bit hostile to me,’ one woman said.

Yeah, well, that sounds like a personal problem to me. But be assured: the problem is yours, not mine.

And according to Business Consultant Sue Ellson it could be time to take the younger generation’s lead.

Or, alternatively, to go piss up a rope.

Here’s a proposition for you twee little flowers: use whatever the hell emojis you prefer. I promise that I will go right on doing the same, with no reference whatsoever to how badly they fwightens overly fragile little wastes of skin like yourselves.

Via Ed, who’s a mite skeptical of the story’s verisimilitude.

This feels way too close to the 4Chan trollers convincing the DNC-MSM that the “Okay” hand gesture is racist (except when Biden flashes it of course). But if you’re a fan of Happy Days, it might be wise to buy its seasons on physical media before all of Fonzie’s thumbs up gestures are edited out.

Wouldn’t surprise me in the least if they did, the ways things are going nowadays. How the dickens we ever managed to allow “people” such as they to steal our country from us is way beyond me.

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Encore!

Okay, I’ll just admit right up front that I’m posting on this manifestly brain-damaged bohunk not because I particularly give a damn about him or his campaign for…whatever the hell it is he’s running for, but as a handy-dandy excuse to run my Quato P-shop of him again.

On Tuesday night, NBC News’s Dasha Burns aired an interview with Pennsylvania senatorial candidate John Fetterman, who needed a closed-captioned monitor to answer questions because of “auditory processing” struggles caused by his recent stroke. “In small talk before my interview,” Burns added, “it wasn’t clear he understood what I was saying.”

Oh, boy. Blue-check Twitter swarmed, attacking Burns for stating the obvious: Fetterman isn’t OK. It’s remarkable to watch how quickly partisans can coalesce around a new talking point. For months, the national media has been telling us Fetterman’s campaign was completely “normal,” even as video emerges of the candidate struggling to cobble two coherent sentences in succession. In September, Fetterman said that the “only lingering problem” he experienced was occasionally missing a word or “mushing two words together.” Yet in only a few minutes last night, the entire left adopted a new position, denouncing any mention of his ailment as an “ableist” attack on a person with a “disability.”

Democrats struggled to calibrate this new accusation, comparing Fetterman’s cognitive struggles to handicaps. “How is this any different from Tammy Duckworth or Madison Cawthorn needing a wheelchair? How is it different from many elderly Senators who need hearing aids?” asked left-winger Eric Michael Garcia. Others wondered if it meant Fetterman critics believed “deaf” people should not run for office.

Well, for one thing, being paralyzed does not undercut a person’s ability to comprehend ideas or articulate thoughts or participate in debates — all essential functions of a politician’s job. Fetterman is not deaf, he is unable to process spoken words because of brain damage. There’s a big difference. Some people completely recover from strokes, and some do not. We don’t know the extent of Fetterman’s problems because he won’t release his medical records. That’s his prerogative. And there is no shame in suffering a stroke. Nor is it ableist to wonder if a candidate running for the most powerful legislative body in the world is able to do his job.

Kara Swisher, who recovered from a stroke, claimed she had spoken to Fetterman “for over an hour without stop or any aides.” Then, it’s fair to ask, why he can’t participate in a debate, and why can’t he answer basic questions from journalists without a closed-captioned transcriber? “If we’re going to judge folks by their verbal skills and zoning out,” she went on, “I have some internet billionaires you might want to meet. Most of them have all kinds of processing issues and seem to be doing just fine.” She added in a now-deleted tweet, that autism is not “nearly as easy to solve as a stroke.”

Does Fetterman have processing issues, or is it autism, or is he just fine? They’re still working it out. This is what happens when you create a political talking point on the fly. Then again, these days, your position doesn’t need to be consistent or coherent, just accusatory and sanctimonious.

My theory is that Fetterman’s stroke has probably helped divert attention from his phony working-class mythology, his incompetence as mayor, and his numerous hard-left positions. He rarely ever mentions issues these days, happy to play the victim instead. Of course, even if Fetterman were in a coma, Democrats would come up with a way to rationalize voting for him. Like Republicans they will support flawed candidates if it means winning the Senate. That is also their prerogative. They just need to work on their preposterous excuses.

Like I said last time, I think Fetterman in the Senate or House or wherever would provide a perfect companion-piece to our other brain-damaged drooling retard politician—the one currently shitting himself in the Oval Office, that would be. And with that: enjoy, everyone.

Da Bulge!
Quato lives!
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O-ring failure

According to Regbo, that’s the official nomenclature for this phenomenon, at least among Naval aviators. Which appears to be a lot more common than we cake-eating civilians would like to think.

‘I need a cleanup crew’ — Navy pilot describes crapping his pants at 30,000 feet

Sometimes when nature calls, there’s just nothing you can do about it. Like if you’re sitting in the cockpit of an F/A-18F fighter jet, cruising along at 30,000 feet, and your body decides that now is the time to evacuate your lunch of lobster and coffee.

Published at The Autopian early this year, naval aviator Bobby Mackay recounted in detail just what that is like.

During a deployment to the Arabian Gulf, Mackay was piloting an F/A-18 during a late night training mission to practice employing High Speed Anti-Radiation Missiles.

As Mackay wrote, he had spent the afternoon dining on steak and lobster, as well as plenty of coffee, and had already taken care of some pre-flight “‘bubble guts’” to avoid a situation like, say, shitting oneself in the cockpit. Mackay’s digestive system apparently had other plans.

“As soon as we started accelerating at about three times the force of gravity, I felt something move in me,” he wrote. “When I took the controls I immediately had the thought that this might be a long hour and a half.”

Mackay first used several relief bags to urinate, but that was apparently just the beginning.

“‘Dude, I think this might be the night. I have the bubble guts and I need you to put your mask on,’” Mackay told his weapons officer, who was seated in front of him in the cramped, and very sealed, cockpit.

After a fruitless attempt to maneuver in the cockpit and create a makeshift relief bag, Mackay was left with no choice but to just let it all out.

“I simply relaxed, and let the warmth spread across my seat. It was so hot, it felt like a hot tub. It bubbled and oozed and was revolting but strangely comforting,” wrote Mackay.

Momentarily relieved of his gastrointestinal distress, Mackay of course now had to alert the aircraft carrier of the sticky situation onboard the plane. Recalling an older incident in which a pilot tried to remain vague, Mackay chose the blunt approach.

“I simply said: ‘This is the pilot in aircraft 202. I shit my pants. I need a cleanup crew.’”

MacKay went on to bolter on his first attempt to trap back aboard the carrier, and wound up suffering a secondary assault, so to speak. But even then, he still got off pretty light compared to Reggie’s B/N who, on a tanker hop back when Reg was still flying A6’s, suffered “O-ring failure” on launching from the carrier deck. No surprise that such a thing might happen, given the extreme physical stresses brought on by being violently hurled off the end of a moving ship by a powerful steam catapult.

The problem being, on a tanker hop you fly circles above the carrier for four-five hours, waiting to gas up the returning fighters before they hit the deck. Reg said his poor B/N was in a most pitiable state by the time they trapped, his delicate nether regions having been marinating in stomach acid—which is actually, y’know, hydrochloric acid, no foolin’—for all that time. By the time they helped him out of the cockpit, the guy was literally weeping from the pain of it.

(Via CBD)

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Thank heaven for Fakebook!

Being a Facebook hater from early days who almost never looks in on my own neglected page, those are NOT words I ever imagined I’d utter. But after digging around for a particular photo that is quite dear to me and not finding it, I remembered having posted it to FB many years ago, when I still checked in on the execrable wasteland on occasion. And whaddya know, there it was. And now, here it is:

Chance meeting
Me and Traci Lords, in Frederick’s Of Hollywood, of all places

Yes, that is in fact your humble host with skin-flick legend Traci Lords, a chance meeting that took place in the most appropriate venue imaginable other than an actual porno-film set. The pic was snapped by my then-girlfriend Jennifer; I spent a while chatting with Traci afterwards, who was gracious, friendly, and quite witty, just generally a great person to hang around with. In fact, a friend of mine from CLT who moved to LA and went on to become a famous photographer himself met Traci at some bar and dated her for almost a year without ever knowing a thing about her own fame as a porn star, something he only learned of after they had stopped seeing each other.

The band was playing at the Derby the night Jen snapped the above photo. I invited Ms Lords out to the show, which drew a most unexpected response: as it happens, she knew about us, and had even seen us play before, or so she said. I asked for her autograph, which she happily gave me, then pulled her top out of the way and asked me if I’d autograph her bra. Which I did, of course.

With a backstory like that, one might easily understand how sorely aggrieved I’d be if that photo was lost, and me without a backup of it. Being thrilled to find that one safe and sound on FB, I then browsed the other photos posted to my account by myself and many others, which numbered well up into the hundreds, maybe even thousands. Many of those pictures I had either forgotten or never even knew about, which means that I need to spend some time downloading a whole slew of ’em for safekeeping. Ah well, that’s a nice problem to have, I reckon, one I can live with.

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Don’t mess with Texas (Pete)

Ohhh, the injustice, the HORROR of it all.

Texas Pete hot sauce facing lawsuit because it’s made in North Carolina, not Texas
According to the complaint, Philip White was at a Ralph’s in Los Angeles when he bought a $3 bottle of Texas Pete back in September 2021.

“White relied upon the language and images displayed on the front label of the Product, and at the time of purchase understood the Product to be a Texas product,” the complaint said.

The label includes “the famed white ‘lone’ star from the Texan flag together with a ‘lassoing’ cowboy,” images White’s complaint says are distinctly Texan.

To his shock, he later discovered that Texas Pete is not actually a product of Texas.

“There is surprisingly nothing Texas about them,” the complaint said.

“Surprisingly,” is it? Slight problem with that, asshole.

Big honking deal
Carolina Pete?

And there it is, right there on the fucking label on the bottle, from my own personal fridge to the dining room table: TW Garner Food Co, Winston-Salem, NC, a little burg just up the road about an hour north of CLT. Go fuck yourself silly, you greedy putz.

Texas Pete is what’s considered a standard Louisiana-style hot sauce. Lousiana-style hot sauces are defined by their ingredients, namely vinegar, chiles and salt, which are pureed and fermented. Tabasco and Frank’s Red Hot are both Lousiana-style hot sauces.

There’s no such thing as a Texas-style hot sauce, the complaint says. What makes a Texas hot sauce is ingredients from the Lone Star State with a uniquely Texan flavor profile. While the complaint doesn’t outline where Texas Pete gets its ingredients, it says that the ingredients come from “sources outside of Texas.”

Slight problem with that, too: having been a diehard Texas Pete man my whole life, I’ve had occasion to peruse that label a blue million times, and never yet have I seen any claim laid, by anybody, for The Pete (as some of us call it ’round these parts) being a “Texas-style” hot sauce, or to use ingredients exclusively sourced from the Republic of Texas, or to have anything to do with Texas at all, other than the brand name. NEVER. Even the Texas Pete website makes no such claim. In fact:

The hot sauce brand’s website highlights a Dec. 5, 2013 article from the Triad Business Journal, pulling out the sentence “With a name like Texas Pete, one would think the famed hot sauce is manufactured somewhere in the Lone Star state …”

But Texas Pete addresses this question upfront and does not shy away from its Carolina roots.

“‘So how is it that a tasty red pepper sauce made in North Carolina happens to be named ‘Texas Pete’ anyway?’” the site says on its history page.

The brand’s answer cites “legend.” According to Texas Pete, Sam Garner and his sons, Thad, Ralph and Harold, were trying to come up with a name for their hot sauce when they turned to their marketing advisor. The advisor recommended “‘Mexican Joe’ to connote the piquant flavor reminiscent of the favorite food of our neighbors to the south.

“‘Nope!’ said the patriarch of the Garner family. ‘It’s got to have an American name!’ Sam suggested they move across the border to Texas, which also had a reputation for spicy cuisine. Then he glanced at son Harold whose, nickname was ‘Pete’ and the Texas Pete cowboy was born.”

Makes perfect sense to me. But then, ’round these parts, us Texas Pete devotees are content to just splash that wonderful elixir on everything imaginable and then chow down. Personally, I find the origin story of the Texas Pete name kinda charming, actually. None of which matters in the least; Garner being so upfront and honest about what it is and where it comes from, there is just no good legal case to be made against them here, whatever they may choose to call their fine product. Naturally, the money-grubbing LA ass-licker already anticipated the potential of simple historical fact to demolish his feeble extortion attempt, leading to a try at sidetracking Texas Pete’s ironclad case for plain old common sense.

T.W. Garner Food Co.’s history of Texas Pete explicitly says that idea was meant to evoke Texas’s reputation.

“In revealing the thought process behind its brand name, [T.W. Garner Food Co.] admits that Texas’s reputation was one they were trying to mimic and capitalize on when creating their brand,” the complaint said.

Which, I remind one and all, is neither illegal, dishonest, nor in any way objectionable to any reasonable person. Which, clearly, this suit-happy deer-tick is NOT.

The complaint accuses Texas Pete of concocting a “false marketing and labeling scheme specifically because it knows the state of Texas enjoys a certain mysticism and appeal in the consumer marketplace and is known for its quality cuisine, spicy food and hot sauce in particular.”

White himself says, had he known Texas Pete wasn’t made in Texas, he wouldn’t have bought the hot sauce or would have at least paid less for it.

Which confirms that you’re a damned fool, that’s all.

“By representing that its Texas Pete brand hot sauce products are Texas products, when they are not,

Which they have in no wise done, chowderhead, neither explicitly nor implicitly. Next comes the reveal of the real motivation for this naked cash-grab, which I’ll put in bold so’s nobody misses it.

[T.W. Garner Food Co.] has cheated its way to a market-leading position in the $3 billion hot-sauce industry at the expense of law-abiding competitors and consumers nationwide who desire authentic Texas hot sauce and reasonably, but incorrectly, believe that is what they are getting when they purchase Texas Pete,” the complaint says.

What bloodsucking nuisance wouldn’t want to glom a chunk of gelt from the company sitting atop a $3b industry?

The complaint argues that the Texas branding ultimately hurts smaller companies in Texas that are trying to capitalize on the authenticity of their Texas hot sauce.

Uh huh, right. What a swell, selfless guy, troubling himself in defense of The Little Guy.

White’s complaint, filed on behalf of all people in the U.S. who have purchased Texas Pete, asks the court to force Texas Pete to change its name and branding and to pay up.

Leave me out of your bullshit, pal. But since you’re being so handy with the suggestions for others, here’s a special one from me to you: go take a flying fuck at a plate glass window, asshole-eyes.

SO. In sum: Garner Foods, which has done whatever objectionable, either ethically or as a matter of black-letter law, will nonetheless be forced to waste time, money, and effort defending itself from charges of wrongdoing so patently spurious their lack of any merit can actually be seen from orbit. The lust for personal financial gain not as a reward for honest work, creative inspiration, or providing discernible value but from manipulative lawsuits is a direct consequence of what has correctly been called overlawyering. In modern America, this development has become pervasive, to the detriment of damned near everybody and everything. If there ever has been a better argument for comprehensive tort reform, I have yet to see it.

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Headline hilarity

From The Liberty Daily.

Chris Cuomo’s NewsNation Show Debut a Flop, Takes Backseat to Paw Patrol, SpongeBob

Of course it did. I’ve seen Paw Patrol and Spongebob; they’re, y’know, good.

Woman Fights Off Mugger in Broad Daylight in Nancy Pelosi’s San Francisco

If only we could somehow find a way to fight off Pelosi.

Dementia Joe in Florida: ‘No One F*cks With a Biden’

No, I imagine they don’t. Which might help to explain why he has to resort to all the groping.

Why Did the CDC Hide the “Vaccine” Safety [V-Safe] Data From the American People for Almost Two Years?

Because, as has become abundantly clear by now, A) the CDC ain’t honest or trustworthy, and B) the “vaccine” ain’t safe.

Trump Calls for Return to Paper Ballots, End of No-Excuses Mail-in Voting

Boy, talk about way too little, way too late.

An Epidemic of Cognitive Impairment?

With the DemonRats and the Left firmly and fully in control, what gave you your first clue?

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Loving the stick

Peters laments the slow passing of the manual tranny at the behest of the Überstadt.

You might think manual transmissions are unwanted, given that few new cars – including a number of high-performance cars, such as the new Corvette – even offer them.

Isn’t that a reflection of the market?

It’s more a reflection of the government – which has, in its usual oily way, imposed a de facto ban on manual transmission by imposing regulations that are harder to comply with if a given car hasn’t got an automatic (and increasingly, a CVT automatic) transmission. Readers of this column already know why that is, but for those not yet hip:

Manuals – being controlled by the driver – cannot be programmed to shift through the gears in a way best matched to passing the tests that grade compliance with government regulations, especially those having to do with mandatory MPG minimums. This is why – if you’ve driven a new or new-ish car with an automatic – you may have noticed the transmission tries to upshift to the next-highest gear sooner than you probably would have if you were controlling the shifts via a manual gearbox. It is why the latest/newest automatics have eight, nine and even ten speeds. The last several of these being “stepped” overdrive gears that are there to cut engine revs as much (and as soon) as possible, so as to eke out an extra 2-3 MPGs on the government’s “fuel efficiency” tests.

On paper.

Out in the real world, those gains are often lost – because out in the real world, upshifting too soon and too deep (into overdrive) results in sluggish acceleration and drivers will compensate for that by pushing down harder on the accelerator pedal, forcing a downshift. This of course results in more fuel being used.

But hey, the car advertises higher gas mileage!

And – of course – the car company has made the government happy.

But manuals still make more people than you might expect happy. The problem is finding a new car that still offers one.

Doesn’t much matter, I suppose. We’ll all soon be burning to death in the auto-igniting EVs we’ve been forced into, if Big Mommy goobermint has its way with us. Which, y’know, it will. Not that I’m exactly all in on the old stick-shifts, mind, now that I’m minus one (1) clutching leg and all. For me, it’s become a binary solution set: auto-trans, or stay the hell at home.

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Vegan? NO

Another tasty morsel from our friends at the Federalist.

There is a strong correlation between veganism and progressivism. Yet, as we keep seeing reinforced, if anyone in the progressive milieu strays from any part of the Official Doctrine of Woke, he will be ruthlessly hounded out of the left to join the politically homeless. Will the vegans eat bugs, or will they face the wrath of the left?

I’m a “live-and-let-live” kind of guy, but many of the vegans I have known aren’t. As good progressives, they have discovered a “better” way of life and believe you should adopt it too. This is consistent with leftists’ view that they know what is best for everyone. They use protest, harangue, and government power to try to shove their way of life up our patooties.

Well, I’m not going along. Here are 13 reasons.

Follows, the list, which begins with the obvious pick—bacon, of course—and continues on from there to include several items you probably wouldn’t expect, before closing out thusly:

Hard-Core Vegans’ Typical Snotty Attitude. Once I was served a meal by a vegan couple. Their meal, if I can recall, consisted of tofu with bird seed, with a side of another kind of bird seed, and dessert consisting of bird seed with a carob sauce. The cocktails sported bird seed. I think some sort of tasteless bean was also served.

We also enjoyed a stern lecture about the horrific consequences of eating meat and dairy and the environmental damage caused by ranching and farming. Typically, when I invite someone to dinner, I don’t use it as an opportunity to pontificate.

We decided to reciprocate, and put up a spectacular vegetarian meal because we didn’t know the difference. The vegan wife refused to eat anything because we used butter, cheese, and God-knows-what as ingredients, and she couldn’t risk instant death. The husband was a bit more gracious, ate some of our offerings, and pushed the food around a little so it looked like something was happening.

These people, whom I imagine grew up eating bacon, eggs, and cheeseburgers, were so locked in their ideology that they were incapable of appreciating our innocently clumsy gesture and graciously dining anyway. This was after we indulged in their avian offering without complaint.

The title alone tells you this piece is going to be a lot of fun, and that it certainly is.

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In praise of Muir

Chris Muir and I have been good friends since the earliest days of his outstanding Day By Day comic. In fact, I was one of the very first, if not THE first, blog to run the strip, as I recall, and have been an enthusiastic DBD evangelist from Day One. Chris is a good and decent dude, hugely talented and politically astute. He’s done several custom drawings for me over the years, some of which you CF Lifers may remember. First, the CF masthead back when my dear departed wife Christiana was an occasional poster here:

 

Good times, good times
Dynamic duo

Then, a sidebar image I kept up for a long while after Christiana’s passing:

 

Broken wings
An angel indeed

And the most recent, done to accompany BCE’s fundraiser for me whilst I languished in the rehab center earlier this year after I’d lost a good-ish bit of bodily real estate and damned near died my own self:

 

Yowza!
Help Mike get WHAT up again, now?

I remember a few times some years back when a cpl-three readers here took me and Chris both to task for some of his, umm, racier DBD illos, a complaint I’ll never be able to second or endorse. To my way of thinking, we’re all adults here, and ought to be able to handle a little cartoon nudity now and then without undue fuss, right? Plus, the man really does have a way with titties, as is readily obvious from the above. And, while your mileage may of course vary, I LIKE titties myself.

Speaking of which, Chris has just done a strip promoting Big Country’s Save Adriana Grace fundraiser, featuring another of his masterful fun-bag depictions at bottom left:

 

More boobehs!
Artistic flair

Yowza! To rejigger an old phrase, I don’t know if it’s art, but I know I like it. And yes, that’s the artist’s immortalization of the Big Man himself in the panel immediately above yon bodacious boobage. All joshing and scandalous naughtiness aside, the Adriana fundie is a serious and important matter indeed, and can be found here.

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