Happy Thanksgiving

Hope all you CFers enjoyed the many blessings of this most uniquely American holiday to the very fullest. For those of you out there cursed with a foul, bitter Leftist at your family’s table every year—contra the all-too-familiar avalanche of “How To Scold Your Loathsome, Racist, Homophobic, Non-Woke Relatives During Thanksgiving Dinner” articles shat forth by the MFM every year, there are quite a few who aren’t so afflicted, the fortiunate sods—may your circle’s gathering have been happy and fulfilling enough to intensify said Lefty ghoul’s self-inflicted wretchedness and misery by orders of magnitude, leaving him with a tale of familial horror, suffering, and despair none of the other insufferable ingrates in the dorm or residence hall could ever hope to top.

Something to be thankful for

Not just one but TWO (2) proctologically-thorough, hilariously unconstrained fiskings in the inimitable Correia style, the first on L’Affaire Rittenhouse. Towards the close is when the shell is finally cracked to expose the nut of the whole ugly issue.

and may we find a way to get on common ground before more fuses to this powder keg are lit.

-The shit head arguing in favor of fiery riots is upset that the rule of law won out over jury intimidation, and he wants to chide us about “common ground”. We have no ground in common. Your fuckers are the ones who keep lighting the powder kegs, then you get butt hurt when somebody shoots them rather than getting blown up.
 
Basically guys, all the outrage over this trial is because the left is terrified of losing another tool in their toolbox. They love lawless mobs terrorizing you and wrecking your stuff. They love having you too scared of the system to stand up to their dirtbags. So that’s why they are lying their asses off and shedding fake tears for pedophile scum. The jury’s decision didn’t just say Rittenhouse was not guilty, but by extension, it says their useful idiot rioters were guilty, which damages the narrative. And anytime the truth goes against the narrative, the truth gets a bullet to the back of the neck.

The problem the left ran into this time in the court of public opinion was that all of the actual facts of the case were out there for anyone to see. (I really recommend Rekieta Law, who had phenomenal and entertaining coverage with lawyers watching the live stream. I was glued to it for much of the trial). So with the independent media doing the job that regular media won’t, it’s tougher for dishonest fucks like this to spread their lies.

But gullible people still listen to the media and the blue check marks, which was why they were heartbroken on Friday. If you actually believed the narrative nonsense, this case seems like a travesty.

The losing-a-tool notion I’m fully down with, but there’s another angle worth looking at here. I think the thing that wadded their Underoos more excruciatingly tight than anything else is easy-peasy, simple as pie: Teh Sacred Narrative™ was defied, in all sorts of ways, and quite successfully at that. And that, my friends, simply does not fly in Progtardia—not today, not tomorrow, not EVER.

In our second installment, Correia brings the cannonade to bear on a commenter he graciously refers to as “someone I honestly believe means well,” after said someone had accused Larry thusly and to wit:

…When it comes to the left, though, it sometimes feels to me as though you paint with a remarkably broad brush. Speaking as someone who lives in a blue state and who has a fair number of Democrat/Liberal family and friends…’the left’ is not nearly so monolithic as you paint them.

It’s a mistake to imagine all Democrats to be mustache-twirling-evil monsters, IMO. Are there some assholes on the left? Absolutely! But the vast majority are people that I hope you’d get along with just fine if you were chatting across a table with a beer in hand. In my experience, most are genuinely moral people whose greatest flaw is that their idealism is not tempered by realism. And, yes, that flaw can sometimes present in ugly ways…but I like to believe that such conflicts can be better resolved with conversation rather than condemnation.

The assholes on the left might be your enemy, but I don’t think that the entirety of ‘the left’ needs to be.

It worked out for this poor unthinking schlub about how you’d expect.

If the majority of the left aren’t my enemy, the burden of proof is on them, because frankly I haven’t seen jack shit from most of them beyond paying lip service to principles, as the rest of their fellows go about doing whatever horrible thing they feel like, and the ones who claim to be moral sit there silently and let them.

I do paint with a broad brush about the left, because democrats who stand up against leftist insanity are a tiny minority.

Then I get to listen to people like you, who are probably honestly decent people, tell me that you’re not all insane… Great. SHOW ME.

My liberal friends (and yes, I do have a few still, though most tossed me under the bus as soon as there was any societal pressure to do so) will constantly chide me about my words, or my attitude, and go tsk tsk, how rude! But then when people on their side go bat shit fucking insane, they sit there meekly and stand for nothing, because they know the beast they fed will just as easily turn and eat them too.

Besides, as soon as a democrat stands for principle outside of the narrative, they get tossed. Pick any of them in media, punditry, or academia. Any at all. Glenn Greenwald. Tim Pool. Jordan Peterson. Those were all mushy moderates, until they say hey wait, the left is going nuts, and boom, now the left thinks they are the second coming of Satan-Hitler. The party is currently enraged at Sinema and Manchin.

And I’m not alone in this. Most politically alert non-leftists will tell you the same thing. You belong to a cult which will not abide heresy. You want to show us that you aren’t all authoritarian statist trash, DO SOMETHING.

That, basically, is the executive summary. Larry goes on from there to quickly confirm that he was merely clearing his throat, cracking his knuckles, and generally limbering up before getting down to serious business.

Okay. Now for some expounding. Of course not everyone on the left is the same. It’s a big tent. There’s old fashioned liberals, who though they believe in stupid backwards policies, usually tend to have good but naïve intentions. Then there are the progressives, who are basically communist puritans who are actively trying to destroy America. Then there’s the news media, which is just pure Satanic evil. There are also useful idiot NPCs who don’t really have any belief system at all, who just repeat whatever script they are fed that day.

I can say equally insulting things about the right. We’re a big dumb tent too. It ranges from liberty minded people to authoritarians. We even let stupid Mitt Romney in it for some baffling and inexplicable reason. Many in the GOP are trash grifters or NRO cruise ship snobs. However, even though the most loathsome of republicans are corrupt, lazy, shiftless, and stupid, they usually aren’t trying to actively destroy the country.

The worst of both sides are the proverbial swamp creatures. And whether you loved Trump or hated him, there’s no denying that there’s a bloated, elitist, co-dependent bureaucrat/academic/pundit class whose primary motivation is getting and keeping more power for themselves.

So of these various competing factions, why do I typically paint the left with a broad brush?

Because you fucking deserve it.

I see the right fight with itself constantly. The right is its own worst enemy in that respect. That’s why there’s always the joke about republicans snatching defeat from the jaws of victory. Too many of them are passive wusses who wish to maintain the status quo. Their ultimate achievement is to lose with dignity.

The left however gets shit done, because they always put aside their differences and work toward whatever goal their elite wants. This is effective, but also what makes them despicable.

For this next part I’m not talking about the politicians or the punditry. Those guys pick a narrative, no matter how false it may be, and they fucking PUSH. They run with that narrative until it absolutely collapses, then they make up a new narrative and run with it instead.

No. I’m talking about YOU. Regular people. Voters. The guy next door. The masses on the internet. Just average joes. Democrats. Libs. Whatever you call yourself. Anybody who identifies as being on the left.

When your leaders pick a narrative, you drink that Kool-Aid. Even if it’s shit flavored Kool-Aid, most of you smile and tell us it’s the best fucking Kool-Aid you’ve ever tasted. It’s milk from the teat of a magic cherry flavored Unicorn. Nope. It’s shit. You all know it’s shit. But you go along with the narrative anyway.

When the insane progs among you lie their asses off, I’m talking blatant, easily disproven, painfully ham-fisted, fucking LIES…Do you call them out? Do you say, “hang on guys, that’s a little nuts”. Because if you do, the rest of us sure as fuck don’t ever see it. Pick a topic, any topic. It’s always the same.

When people nominally on your side are saying crazy, vile, violent, wacky shit on the internet…do you jump in? When I go out on Twitter yesterday and I find hundreds of posts from fucking scumbags dancing in blood, how come I didn’t see comments from Caring Liberals condemning them? (hell when some prog wrote that an evil motherfucker running over 50 people was karma and that Wisconsin DESERVED it, and I condemned them for it, Facebook banned me for “bullying and hate speech”. Fucking good. That was my 9th 30 day. One more I think I get a free yogurt.)

Anytime there is a breaking news story, there will be legions of howling leftists, and blue check mark idiots, lying their asses off and saying the most horrific things imaginable. And since they literally own social media, they get an official pass while the uppity on the right get officially squashed. We’ve all seen it. From trending hash tags that mysterious vanish, shadow bans, to ultra-biased fact checkers, to Youtube demonetizing wrong thinkers or even getting rid of the thumbs down button.

Yet as your fellow travelers are saying all this horrid shit, where are you? You’re supposedly sane. You claim to have a voice of moderation, but it must be a whisper because we certainly can’t hear it.

And if THAT lengthy excerpt isn’t enough to persuade you to hie thyself thither and Read of it the All, well, I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do with you. Because it only gets more rollicking, more rowdy, more just plain old-fashioned fun from there, most definitely including his pithy description of social media as “…a constant barrage of Common Internet Shit Gibbons.” What can one possibly say about such incandescent brilliance but: “Heh. Indeed.”

Careful what you wish for, bright boy

The absolute worst thing that could possibly happen to this witless proto-simian and his fellow sooties is to be right about this.

I realize that maf’s be harr-ud ‘n’ shit for ‘hood apes like yo’seff, but if I was you I’d go hunt up a Whypeepuh to axe him about how the raw numbers might stack up for y’all in any prospective “race war.” Believe me, it ain’t pretty for your side. Even allowing for a huge percentage of urban-shitlib sobsisters turning traitor against Team Whitey™ to miscegenate themselves on over to Team Mandingo™ instead, it will take no more than, oh, about five-ten minutes for us to obliterate every least trace that you shiftless numbskulls were ever even here at all.

Less, actually, what with the aforementioned defectors of Team Coalburner™ draping themselves over your shoulders, lying in the dirt pawing desperately at your legs, drooling and sighing in orgasmic anticipation all the while like they no doubt will be.

So yeah, you badasses just go on and say the word anytime you think you’re ready to brang it. Us White Foke™ will be over here waiting quietly, pondering the wisdom expressed by this classic in the meanwhiles:

You think you want a race war? Pray God we never decide to give you one.

Big Red found!

Back in March, or that’s when the article appeared, and as you’d expect it’s one hell of a story.

We Found Ford’s Incredible Turbine-Powered Semi-Truck ‘Big Red’ That’s Been Lost for Decades
Several months ago, we set out to catch a ghost. First seen at the 1964 World’s Fair alongside a fun new car called the Mustang, Ford’s “Big Red” was the automaker’s experimental gas turbine semi-truck, a moonshot experiment built to lift American motoring into the jet age. Thirteen feet tall, nearly 100 feet long with its tandem trailers, packed with truly futuristic features and powered by a monster 600-horsepower turbine engine, the fully-functional prototype was a wonder to behold. It wowed fair attendees and captured the imaginations of thousands on a cross-country promotional tour that followed. Then, it was mothballed when turbine technology didn’t add up. It changed hands by chance, people lost interest, and years after the 10-ton fire-breather barreled down America’s highways, it vanished.

Though it seems like it’d be pretty tough to hide, Big Red’s been missing since the early 1980s. It’s perhaps one of the most significant pieces of automotive history to drop off the face of the earth. Ford itself had no idea what happened to it. But now, we do—after months of searching, after our initial investigation last fall got us closer than anyone had been in decades, the hunt is finally over. We’ve found Big Red. And we can confirm not only that the truck still exists, but that it’s been painstakingly restored—working turbine and all—to its former glory by its exceedingly private and equally dedicated owner.

You have questions? We’ve got answers. But first, we need to lay out some caveats. After we tracked him down and made contact through an attorney, Big Red’s owner—a man who insisted on remaining anonymous for the sake of privacy—finally agreed to share the story of his prized possession with the world under a few strict conditions. We won’t reveal his identity or the truck’s current location, which we have confirmed. We can, however, tell you just about everything else: why he bought it, how it was restored, and why it’s been kept a secret for 40 years.

In the course of tracking down Big Red, we’ve also come in contact with several key figures who were involved with the truck at one point or another throughout its history, and we’re now able to fill in a lot of gaps in the publicly-known timeline of how it went from being feted at the World’s Fair to a discarded curiosity ripe for the picking. We’ve also found a trove of original Ford documents with technical diagrams, mechanical specs and marketing plans for the mammoth truck, some of which are published here with more coming in a future story soon.

There are still a few grey areas—we don’t yet have every moment of Big Red’s past documented—but The Drive’s effort here represents the first time anyone has nailed down its segmented, mixed-up story in one place. Let’s start right where the trail went cold, about 40 years ago.

Like I said, it’s one hell of a good story if you’re into this sort of thing, and ferchrissake who on earth wouldn’t be? There’s an astonishing local angle too, which I didn’t know about but somehow didn’t. There’s a reason I say I shoulda known, which I shall reveal anon.

As we wrote in our initial investigation, the last public record of the truck showed it was owned by Holman-Moody, Ford’s former factory-sponsored race team, and parked in a Charlotte, North Carolina storage hangar through at least the late 1970s. This is backed up by photographs and numerous eyewitness accounts, plus a brochure where it was actually listed for sale as a surplus item, but what’s never been clear is how Big Red ended up in Holman-Moody’s hands in the first place. Thankfully, Lee Holman is a chatty guy.

Holman is the current owner of H&M and the son of the company’s co-founder John Holman. He took over the business in 1978, so he’s obviously a person of interest in the Big Red timeline. We tried contacting him last fall but never heard back; through another source, we finally managed to get him on the phone to confirm some key details that have never before been published as fact.

This part of the truck’s history is key to how it survived the crusher—the fate of most concept cars—and it’s incredible it happened at all. Completely by chance, Big Red escaped Ford’s grasp for just long enough to get in the right place at the right time to make it into private hands. We initially found this part of the saga hard to believe, but now it’s been confirmed as the truth by Holman.

The part I bolded above is the key bit. See, back in my air-freight delivery days, Holman Moody was a regular stop; I must’ve been in that very storage hangar mentioned above about a gazillion times. There was always some danged neat stuff cached here and there in that cavernous, dilapidated space. Holman Moody used to build engines for NASCAR race teams back in the day, there was this big testing stand out back which they’d bolt a new engine into and ru it in. I was out there a few times when such was going on, and man, you talk about LOUD. Always got my heart racing and the gearhead adrenaline flowing, that did.

Anyways, the article is a must-read for anyone with even a drop of honest-Injun, true-blue American motor oil coursing through their veins. Yes, there are pitchers, including this one of Big Red in her heyday:

The truck of tomorrow, today!

Glorious, no? The real surprise for me was seeing just how small the turbine engine powering Big Red was/is; the thing is much, much more compact than the 4- or 6-banger diesels motorvating big trucks down the highways and byways today.

Like I said, don’t fail to read this one. It’s as Americana as Americana gets, a saga that could only ever happen in America That Was. Big Red was lost, but then found and made new again by determined men who cared enough to take on a difficult job and by-God get it done. One can only pray that, someplace on down the line, the same might be said about America itself.

Swallow harderer!

The black pill is a most bitter thing to have to choke down.

I’m back to blogging here because I’m going to have a hell of a lot more spare time on my hands. I am one of those federally employed people up here in Canada that essentially told the Trudeau government recently to go have sex with themselves over their vaccine ‘mandate’. It was my choice and it was an easy one to make. Not because I’m an ‘anti-vaxxer’ or some bullshit like that, although I will admit right here and now that I do NOT trust the mainstream narrative on these so-called ‘vaccines. I’ll probably write a more detailed post on that later.

No, I oppose the mandates because I feel they are unethical, immoral, a serious violation of civil liberties, and they go against both the core values of the organization I serve and my own personal core values. Simply put, I can not and will not participate in a program such as this. I swore an oath to obey all ‘lawful orders’ without fear, favour, or affection, and these mandates are clearly not ‘lawful orders’. It’s as simple as that.

But today, I made the grave mistake of reading a CBC article on this very topic and scrolling to the comments section. After reading a lot of the comments, I was left asking myself one question: “why the fuck did I even bother?”

I’ve served in a variety of law enforcement roles since 2004 in this country. Concurrent with that, I did six years in the Canadian Army reserves. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that I did anything grandiose, but I did my duty. At minimum, I stepped up to the plate every time I was required to, I did my job and did it well, and I carried on. A lot of times, I did this at significant personal cost and risk to me, but I thought nothing of it because it was what I signed up for.

The general message from the vast majority of posters on that message board was essentially that “if you didn’t get the ‘vaxx’ then you’re ‘selfish’ and deserve to die and, if you have kids, they should be taken from you because you’re an awful human being” with numerous variations of this message. The take away was seeing a truly vitriolic, ruthless, callous, toxic group of people that seem to represent a growing majority of people in Canada today. I have no choice but to come to this conclusion because I see very little resistance or message to the contrary from very many people.  Most people seem to fall in line with this narrative.

And this is what I signed up to serve, protect, and defend? This is what I was willing to risk my ass for, all those years I put on a uniform and went out to work my shift, knowing in the back of my mind that something could happen to me where I wouldn’t get to make it home? Even during this entire ‘pandemic’, which I personally witnessed cause FAR more damage to people in terms of economic ruin and mental breakdown than the goddamn virus the media had most people mortified of.

I always believed that I was doing what I did so that people could live in a society that espoused liberty, peace, and justice. Turns out, it looks like what I was really doing was playing a glorified scarecrow, and sometimes a babysitter, for a population of vindictive, ungrateful cowards. The kind of people who, almost a year ago, were getting into fistfights over toilet paper at the local Costco or Walmart. The kind of people who were racking up their credit cards, buying food and survival supplies, or shopping carts full of meat or canned goods. The kind of people who were going out to sporting goods or military surplus stores and buying guns, knives, or archery equipment with ammunition and arrowheads that were effective on human targets, with the intention of using them on such. The kind of people who, under ‘normal’ circumstances, wouldn’t have done anything close to any of these things, but went out and mass panicked because the mainstream narrative had them convinced that we were careening towards a live action version of ‘The Walking Dead’ (I really hated that damn show).

These are the people who are STILL drinking the establishment kool-aid, which they’ve shown by tripping over each other to get this ‘vaccine’ (which, even according to the mainstream narrative, isn’t really a vaccine because it doesn’t inoculate you to the COVID-19 virus, as other true vaccines do), which was rushed through production at ‘Warp Speed’ without any proper testing on long term safety or efficacy. And you know what? That’s okay because it’s THEIR choice. I never had an issue with that at all. Personally, I didn’t think it was wise based on these factors and others, hence why I chose not to take the vaccine. But I didn’t once ever impose my opinions on people who trusted in the contrary. Not even when it came to light that these ‘vaccines’ didn’t prevent transmission or spread of the COVID-19 disease, when people were STILL dying of the virus even after they were ‘fully vaxxed’, or when the number of people suffering severe adverse reactions (NOT side effects) from this ‘jab’ was growing steadily, did I ever impose my personal opinions on people.

But now, that’s not good enough because these people, in their smug and arrogant manner, see fit to impose their choice on everyone else who didn’t throw caution to the wind and decided to exercise their freedom to decide what went in their bodies. Because they’re still terrified of this virus, despite taking the ‘jab’ that they were told was supposed to protect them but isn’t because they’re convinced that a strong, healthy person like myself is somehow a threat to them.

And what did that leave us with?  Well so far,  aside from the growing amount of venom commonplace on the internet, I’d have to say the lowest of these ‘highlights’ I’ve seen were the multiple videos of Canadian Forces veterans being required to ‘show their vaccine papers’ in order to eat in restaurants or even go to the goddamn Legion on Remembrance Day. If they didn’t, they were denied entry. Never in my life would I have ever dreamed of seeing something like that in Canada. ‘True North, Strong and Free’? Yeah. Right.

Well, you know what? If that’s how you people really feel, then I have one thing to say: fuck you. Seriously. You aren’t worth my time or my effort. If you don’t even respect or value the rights and freedoms that people like me put on a uniform and swore an oath to try and safeguard, then you deserve the alternative. And don’t kid yourself: you are going to get the alternative. You are going to get every bit of the socialism you think you want, with all the trimmings and perks that go along with it. If you thought it was going to give you a license to keep living the Life of Riley, where you’re free to have your vacations and your toys and your bullshit, all because you were a good little comrade and did what you were told, you are in for a serious kick in the groin. You can kiss all that goodbye. Don’t take my word for it – pick up a history book and see for yourself. Or go back to watching sports or reality TV. I really don’t give a shit anymore.

This whole vaccine push is about power and control. It has jack shit to do with safety and public health. Why do you think they want law abiding citizens disarmed? Why do you think they want to control what you see and do on the internet? Why do you think they are spending our country into oblivion, plunging us into debt we have no hope in hell of ever paying off?

Think about it.

Never happen—baah-ing, bleating sheep aren’t capable of higher cognition, for one thing. Being, y’know, sheep and all.

The most sick-making aspect here is the stark realization that this cowardice, this abject, unreasoning terror, this promulgation of fascist illegality comes to us, in the US at least, courtesy of many of the selfsame people who also spend so much time thumping their sunken chests in boastful celebration of how “free” we all are; how extraordinary this blessed Land of Liberty (gag) is; how very fortunate Americans are to be able to live their lives as they see fit without undue interference from the central government; how profoundly grateful we should be to the very Founders they dishonor, &c &c. It’s worse than being sternly lectured on the importance of mannerliness and proper deportment by a belching, farting, asscrack-scratching oaf while he has an exploratory finger up to his occipital ridge in his schnozz, spelunking furiously for gold or something close enough to meet his disgusting purposes.

Meanwhile, the price exacted for the crime of living up to one’s ideals, conducting your affairs as if ANY of that “freedum ‘n’ liberty” guff still applied to any meaningful extent, grows higher and higher with every passing day. The surest and quickest way to find out precisely how many freedoms you still have left is to try exercising a few of ’em. The lesson will be a harsh one, a course of instruction you won’t even slightly enjoy, nor benefit from. But you’ll remember it vividly for all your days.

(Via Bracken and WRSA)

America’s Stone

So y’all may remember my most recent knife-related post wherein I expounded on my lifelong love affair with edged weapons, as well as the followup wherein I revealed that a CF Lifer had contacted me in response so as to hip me to the new whetstone he had invented and was offering for sale to in-the-know knife lovers everywhere, the AmericaStone. He offered me one for free, which I jumped all over like a fat man at the AYCE buffet despite my having less than no aptitude for sharpening these things. Just so happened, one of my least-favored Benchmade folders had an edge issue in dire need of addressing.

Raggedy, baggedy

The AmericaStone arrived quickly and in good order, including a handy-dandy belt sheath for portability purposes, all packaged up thusly:

The deal

Aforementioned Benchmade folder included for size-comparison purposes. Plus, it makes for a purtier pitcher overall, IMHO. Anyhoo, after some extended procrastination–another of my lifelong propensities, alas–I finally worked up the confidence to give the thing a try. A mere four swipes down the wrecked blade, and lo! To my total astonishment and boundless delighted, my poor old Benchmade was born anew.

I hastened to run the tried and true paper-slicing check, revealing that said whetstone had indeed restored a damned fine edge to my poor abused folder. Infused by this unanticipated victory with a surfeit of newfound confidence in my heretofore-nonexistent sharpening abilities, I eagerly grabbed my best chef’s knife, badly in need of some serious help edge-wise itself, with the same happy result. Whereupon I took up the resurrected Benchmade once more for the more demanding and precise Shave The Forearm Hair Test, producing an even more astonishing, albeit much less satisfactory result.

YIKES!! Now, just before I had moved on to the forearm-shave test, my previous shouts of glee over having successfully sharpened a dull blade for the first time in my entire life EVAR had brought a few of the neighbors rushing over here to see what might be transpiring across the way, over in that house where those two crazy old ex-rock and roll-star weirdos live. These fine folks stuck around so as to observe the kitchen-knife test on my wispy-fine forearm hairs that had ended up so horribly for me. Their reaction to my accidental self-mutilation was priceless:

And, well, that’s about it. All kidding around aside, gang, the AmericaStone merits Ye Olde Colde Furye Blogge’s highest-level endorsement in all categories: function, practicality, ease of use, value for money, an official Five Thumbs Up for each. If you need a knife sharpened, this little gem is the one you want to be using–no special skills or talent required. I’m living proof of it, despite a little dizziness from all that blood loss…

Props

Francis extends some, to the right people.

Despite all the threats, the prospects for further rioting and looting, and the constant media pressure, they did the right thing.
Kyle Rittenhouse took a huge chance in going to Kenosha that night. Whether it was a heroic deed, I’ll leave for the carrion-pickers to mumble over. It wasn’t heroic of him to defend himself; that’s hard-wired into us by half a million years of evolution. But Judge Schroeder and the jurors acted heroically. The reasons are above.

I feared the worst. But I feared it in the George Zimmerman case, too – and despite all the fear-mongering and other pressures, the judge and jurors came through.

Yes, Kyle Rittenhouse is free. Yes, that’s “one for the good guys.” Just don’t forget to celebrate the heroes.

No argument from here.

DeSantis floats like a butterful, stings like a bee

Shitlib journo fucks around with the President of the True American Nation, finds out.

When it comes to Florida’s governor, Ron DeSantis, I tend to agree with a comment Matt Walsh made on a podcast, which is that DeSantis has Trump’s courage without Trump’s baggage. Two differences between the men are, first, that, while Trump had an instinct for the Constitution, DeSantis has a lawyer’s deeper understanding of the document, and two, that DeSantis is better at keeping his eye on the ball. That means he remembers to make his statements about the American people rather than about himself.

Both those qualities came through strongly on Thursday when DeSantis chose Brandon Honda, located in the City of Brandon, Florida, as the venue for a press conference. The reason for the press conference was to sign anti-mandate legislation:

Emphasis in the original, and utterly, utterly hilarious.

Things got even better when a reporter tried to embarrass DeSantis by asking him if anti-mandate legislation isn’t a form of big government antithetical to DeSantis’s conservative credentials. The reporter might as well have tried to tickle a cobra with a stick, because things did not go well for him after that.

Oh, I just bet they didn’t at that. One might think these stupes would know better by now, DeSantis having long since proven himself to be a seriously dangerous opponent—full of piss and vinegar; always up for a bare-knuckles duke-out; fast, strong, and agile, with good footwork and a haymaker Right(wing) cross no brain-intact pug wants to have to stop with their face.

The question is a bit hard to hear, but the reporter apparently is asking how DeSantis can simultaneously get angry at the federal government for trying to mandate vaccines when he’s using his state government to prevent vaccine mandates. The reporter doesn’t seem to grasp that there’s a difference between using the vast power of the federal government to force people to inject something into their body (a no-no under the Constitution) versus the state using its power to protect people from such force (a yes-yes under the 10th Amendment).

DeSantis, however, did grasp the difference, and he schooled the reporter with enthusiasm (emphasis mine):

So, first of all, this idea that somehow conservativism is about, like, local school boards, it’s the United States of America, not the united school boards or counties commissions of America. So, the states are the primary vehicles to protect people’s freedoms, their health, their safety, their welfare in our constitutional system.

What Biden is doing is not constitutional. There has never been a federal vaccine mandate imposed on the general public.

Now, some people say, “Hey, these local governments wanted to lock down businesses, they wanted to force mandates, they wanted to keep the kids locked out of school. Yeah, you’re damned right I overruled them on that because they were wrong. And the fact of the matter is you don’t have the right to do wrong.

The fact of the matter is, if we would have let them lock the kids out of school last year, we would have paid the piper for years and years in this state. If we had let them lock down businesses and restrict and do all that, we would have one of the highest employment rates in the country. So, we had to stand up for people’s liberties, their livelihoods, their right to work, people’s right to own a business, and it was the right thing to do.

But what Biden is doing, he does not have the…he even admitted he doesn’t have the authority to do it. Psaki admitted that they don’t have the authority to do it. And in fact, even six months ago they are all saying ‘Of course you never mandate. Of course, you never mandate.’

And so the question is, do we actually have a constitution that constrains people like Biden or is it just when he loses patience, he can do whatever the hell he wants to? No, I’ll take the Constitution, thank you very much.

I snipped out some of My President’s remarks, but the crucial points remain clear and correct. The hapless numbskull beclowned himself with an ill-considered attempt to score off a man far beyond the limited understanding of such as he. DeSantis, in an act of charity of which his wormy interlocutor was wholly unworthy, tried to explicate certain fundamental concepts about Constitutionally-correct government, as daunting and impossible a task as any mere mortal ever hoped to accomplish. It’s greatly to DeSantis’ credit that he even…

Oh, who am I kidding with all my sarcasm and snark. The wormy asshole “journalist” tried to swap punches with a highly-skilled foeman invulnerable to his weak-ass arm-flapping, and America’s Gov gutted the damned hack for his presumption. That’s the long and the short of it. Bottom line?

So far, DeSantis has proven that he understands the Constitution, including federalism and states’ rights; he recognizes that the driving force behind the Constitution is individual liberty; he has political courage; he keeps his eye on the ball; and he knows how to and is willing to troll the Democrats.

Politicians have a way of disappointing us, but, for now, DeSantis is playing the game better than just about anyone else on the conservative side of the aisle.

Yup, s’trewth. I say again: I just LOVE this guy. No, DeSantis ain’t perfect; no one among us is, least of all a goddamned politician. But if there’s any other governor out there who references the moribund, nearly forgotten US Constitution at all anymore except to use it as a convenient smokescreen, prop, or misdirection—never mind actually respecting and upholding the poor thing, in both word and deed—I haven’t heard about him yet.

BUSTED!

If these puling punks puke up so much as a single syllable of complaint about the judge’s ban violating their “First Amendment rights”—having spent decades alternating between scoffing at everyone else’s and either abusing or exaggerating their own, whichever is more convenient to their purpose of destroying the Constitution altogether—I hope some nearby someone breaks their fucking jaw.

Should any of them invoke “the people’s right to know” as a defense, shoot them.

As day three of jury deliberations in the Kyle Rittenhouse murder trial began, Judge Bruce Schroeder banned MSNBC from his courtroom for the duration of the trial, after an employee claiming to be a producer with the outlet reportedly followed the van taking jurors home on Wednesday evening and was pulled over after running a red light.

“No one from MSNBC news will be permitted in this building…this is an extremely serious matter and will be referred to the proper authorities,” said Schroeder.

The judge added that the employee taken into custody was James J. Morrison who claimed to be working for Irene Byon of NBC in New York.

Neither of which august personages should be terribly difficult to locate, assuming anyone in NYC might be interested in doing so.

According to TownHall’s Julio Rosas, Kenosha police reported that someone was following the bus carrying the Rittenhouse jurors last night “while claiming to work for MSNBC,” adding that the matter is under investigation.

In a statement, MSNBC said: “Last night, a freelancer received a traffic citation. While the traffic violation took place near the jury van, the freelancer never contacted or intended to contact the jurors during deliberations, and never photographed or intended to photograph them,” adding “We regret the incident and will fully cooperate with the authorities on any investigation.”

You regret you got caught, you mean, and will cheerfully swab as many rumps as might be necessary to keep from being charged with jury tampering, intimidation, and/or obstruction of justice.

Earlier this month, a self-described ‘honorary nephew of George Floyd’ identified as Cortez Rice posted a disturbing video threatening to doxx Rittenhouse jurors if they don’t return a guilty verdict.

Oh my goodness gracious, what a remarkable coincidence!

Necktie party!

The Thinking Housewife opens with a real gem of a quote.

“…Federal bureaucrats have been feeding on red meat, but their appetites have only been whetted. They are the most dangerous wielders of power in the nation. They will use that power to redesign society according to their own arrogant notions of egalitarianism.

“What, I wonder, would the Founding Fathers have done with these bureaucrats? I mean would they hang them immediately or, being reflective men, would they save that recreation for dawn tomorrow, the better to start a new day?”

Amazingly, that note-perfect assessment was written by…wait for it…wait for it

A fucking journalist? SRSLY?!? Specifically and to wit, “Pulitzer Prize-winning reporter Edwin A Roberts, Jr.” Those sagacious words appeared way back in 1975; obviously, “Pulitzer Prize-winning reporters” were a totally different breed of animal than the miserable Progtoads we’re cursed with today. Just you wait, though, it gets even better from there.

2) In ancient Athens, a scaffold stood in the center of an amphitheater.

“Anyone proposing a new law, or a change in an old law, had to ascend that scaffold and stand beneath a dangling noose while he made his suggestions to the assembly. If his suggestion was approved and enacted into law, the innovator had to ascend that scaffold once again a year later. When the results of his suggestion had been to worsen instead of to improve conditions, he was hanged….”

            — Historian Otto Scott, “Why the Ancients Hanged Do-Gooders”, Conservative Digest, Dec. 1985, p. 93

If modern Americans had any sense and any understanding of individual rights against the police power of The State, they would make sure that Do-Gooders like Biden, Fauci, and CDC bureaucrats, among others, were escorted to an equivalent scaffold and noose. Because they are obviously above the law, such Do-Gooders do not stoop to anything so petty as proposing new laws. Instead, they issue edicts and lockdowns and mandates they fabricate out of the blue.

Then, when such Do-Gooders are made to stand beneath that noose, Americans should ask themselves whether the results of those edicts and lockdowns and mandates have made their lives better or worse than they were two years ago, including such impolite questions as how many tens of thousands of people are now dead or maimed for life as a result of those things, how many small businesses have been destroyed, and why anyone should thank those Do-Gooders for those things or for the obliteration of Americans’ rights, political liberty, freedom of commerce, and freedom of travel.

Funny, innit, how each successive problem besetting society today is reflexively assumed—in our stilted, forgetful vainglory—to be wholly without precedent, stupefyingly complex, and most likely insuperable without applying extravagant effort, painful sacrifice, and ruinous expenditure of wealth to it.

T’ain’t so, McGee. Turns out the Bible had it right: there really IS no new thing under the sun. Our woes belong not just to modernity, but to ages past also. Common societal problems, obstacles, and conundrums can be thought of as threads woven into the fabric of human civilization, ever since humans have HAD one. As the example of our Athenian forebears demonstrates the solutions and/or preventives, far from being impossibly complex or unworkable, come to seem like simplicity itself if you examine them thoughtfully.

Can anybody doubt the wisdom, the basic fairness, or the efficacy of the Athenian way of dealing with the related problems of corruption and how a keen sense of responsibility and probity might be nurtured in its lawmakers? Do we arrogantly flatter ourselves that the Athenian approach is a primitive, even barbaric one that the far more enlightened inheritors of Western Civilization have thankfully left behind? Suffused with pride, do we tell ourselves that—with all due respect (ahem!) to the wisdom (for their time, poor dears) of the Greeks—they would surely find our modern dilemnas to be well beyond their ability to comprehend, let alone cope with—overwhelming and terrifying for aboriginal throwbacks who walked around in public comically dressed in togas, sandals, and grape-leaf headbands of their own free will. Able as they may have been when dealing with the simpler challenges of a simpler time, the Athenians of antiquity would no doubt be awed into catatonia if brought face to face with even one of the more trivial of our Modern Problems™—as helpless as a toddler in a bear-baiting pit.

Only one slight problem with such modern egotism: The Athenian idea worked pretty well for them then, and it would work pretty well for us now. Lord knows what we’ve been doing ain’t. Plus, I dunno, but it seems pretty damned cheeky to me, this whole notion that the people who ran Western Civ into the ditch and totalled it would have the gall to spurn those who created it as inferior specimens—pretty hip for their time, maybe, but total cave-tards compared to us. If Modern Man was anything like as clever as he thinks he is, he’d be reading and re-reading every book he could get his hands on chronicling those who came before, treating every scrap of knowledge he could glean as the priceless treasure it is.

Instead of remaining steeped in the sour bouillabaise of historical illiteracy, unfounded assumptions, and smug banality, perhaps we’d be better served by boning up on how the world we live in came to be; learning the lessons history has to teach us; and coming up with ways those timeless lessons might be applied to help us out now, no? If all we got out of the effort was the heartwarming spectacle of Little Mengele Fraudci being dragged onto the hangman’s scaffold, pale and bugeyed with terror, pleading for a mercy that will not be forthcoming, it would be well worth a try. I’m betting we’d get a lot more than just that, though, beginning with the re-instilling of an appropriate reticence in the hearts and minds of those who fancy themselves our masters, then moving onwards and upwards from there.

Florida just looks better and better all the time

Sefton says this one “shouldn’t get lost in the sauce,” and he couldn’t be righter.

Texas School Board Meeting Erupts After Pro-CRT Speaker Warns Parents He’s Got 1,000 Soldiers ‘Locked And Loaded’

Waitwaitwait: TEXAS?!? Well, that’s certainly…dismaying.

A pro-Critical Race Theory parent told attendees at a Texas school board meeting that he has 1,000 soldiers “locked and loaded” for those who “dare” question the need for race-based curricula.

Malikk Austin turned to address parents who had expressed their discontent over Critical Race Theory (CRT) pedagogy being taught in the Fort Worth Independent School District (FWISD) during the public comment portion of the meeting, according to video footage of the incident.

“For those who got an issue with this critical race theory, equity it’s something I fought for for my children,” Austin said to meeting attendees. “How dare you come out from here and talk about the things that my daddy and my grandparents went through, the lynching, the oppression, Jim Crow. My kids are still being afflicted by this. How dare you come off in here and challenge me on critical race theory.”

A pro-Critical Race Theory parent told attendees at a Texas school board meeting that he has 1,000 soldiers “locked and loaded” for those who “dare” question the need for race-based curricula.

Malikk Austin turned to address parents who had expressed their discontent over Critical Race Theory (CRT) pedagogy being taught in the Fort Worth Independent School District (FWISD) during the public comment portion of the meeting, according to video footage of the incident.

“For those who got an issue with this critical race theory, equity it’s something I fought for for my children,” Austin said to meeting attendees. “How dare you come out from here and talk about the things that my daddy and my grandparents went through, the lynching, the oppression, Jim Crow. My kids are still being afflicted by this. How dare you come off in here and challenge me on critical race theory.”

I started typing up a few points in refutation of this witless proto-simian which I felt ought to be made, when all of a sudden it hit me what a waste of time it would be. I should take my own advice about what trying to enlighten, persuade, or otherwise treat with such gibbering ignorami courteously and logically gets you, considering they

  1. Aren’t listening
  2. Don’t want to hear it
  3. Are too fucking stupid to comprehend facts; too stubborn to concede a single point, ever; and completely invulnerable to logic, reason, and truth

Fine then, Chuckles, let’s get on with it, shall we? You just go right ahead and gather all those “soldiers” of yours—however many are willing to put down dey blunts, prise dey fat asses off dey clapped-out sofas, turn off dey stolen TVs, and fall into whatever passes for ranks up in yo’ ‘hood—so as to protect your “God-given right” to hammer into the heads of innocent white children—not one of whom ever has, nor ever will, do your kids the slightest imaginable harm—the putrid notion that said white children owe deference, apology, and gifts of material wealth you didn’t work for and don’t deserve to atone for sins they didn’t commit and “supremacist” beliefs they do not hold…all strictly because of the color of their skin, without reference to the content of their character.

Y’know, exactly the way Martin Luther King so prayerfully, hopefully dreamed things would someday be.

Yeah, soldier-boy, bring yo’ Free Sheeit Ahmy ‘N’ Shit on down—you name the time, you name the place. Let’s all just see how white, gun-owning Texas parents feel about all that bushwa you’re spraying. I imagine you won’t much enjoy the long-overdue education they’ll be giving you, and I for one hope you don’t. You goddamned shiftless, overentitled dumbass.

The last free state

Looks like Florida has more going for it than just Ron DeSantis.

Exclusive — Florida Surgeon General Ladapo: ‘We Can Expect More of the Same and Worse’ if People Don’t Speak Up Against Mandates
Americans can only expect “more of the same and worse” in terms of coercive coronavirus mandates if people do not begin standing up and speaking out, Florida Surgeon General Joseph Ladapo told Breitbart News in an exclusive interview on Friday.

“I really think that people do need to stand up and stand for what they believe to be true,” Florida’s surgeon general said when asked what advice he would give to Americans who are facing mandates which could potentially impact their lives and livelihoods.

“I mean, I think that unfortunately, part of the reason we’ve gotten to a place now where people who once said on the record that you couldn’t force people to take vaccine for COVID-19 are now saying the opposite thing —  that in fact not only can you, you should force people to take this vaccine — I think that … part of the reason that has happened is because enough people have not been outspoken about their rights,” Ladapo said. “So I think that these medical decisions are for people to make. I think that goes from everything from masks mandates to now these vaccinate mandates and vaccine passports.”

“And I think that if people who don’t agree that that’s the appropriate approach, policy approach, the appropriate health policy approach, to these problems, if they don’t speak up, we can expect more of the same and worse,” he predicted. “I think this is the time for people to speak up.”

Ladapo claimed that such policies have “worsened racial and ethnic disparities” but expressed his belief that the motives are “not about health.”

“It promotes division, and what’s worse is that it basically demonstrates no respect for human rights and human autonomy and the right for people to make health decisions, which they really do have,” he said, explaining that some public health officials have successfully convinced Americans that “they don’t have permission to make decisions about their health.”

Lots more from Lapado at the link, all of it pure gold. Never in my darkest dreams did I ever think that A) this sadly fallen nation would plummet so deeply into the hellish sinkhole of authoritarian tyranny that opinions and beliefs such as these—once commonly held, those beliefs being part of the philosophical framework of the now-deceased Republic and all—would come to sound radical and outrageous; and 2) Florida, of all places, would be the only US state left with officials who proudly advocate and govern based on those beliefs, thereby establishing itself as the last bastion of American liberty.

Words mean things…until they don’t

In order to subvert and then bring down any free society, first the Marxist counterrevolutionary must degrade the very language itself into a tangled, incomprehensible thicket of utter meaninglessness and confusion.

I have been writing a lot about the politically inspired perversion of language. The name “Orwell” crops up in any such discussion, as does the word “Newspeak,” that twisted mode of language that Orwell outlined in the appendix to Nineteen Eighty-Four. The goal of Newspeak, Orwell said, was to replace standard English with a sharply diminished patois whose linguistic poverty was its prime political advantage. By reducing the suppleness of language, the elites who controlled society hoped also to reduce dissent — not only the activity of dissent, but also the thoughts and emotions that guided it.

This has been a perennial dream of budding totalitarians, from the French Revolution to the varieties of communist tyranny. In our own society, the disease began, as do so many species of spiritual sickness, in the university, but it has metastasized into the body politic, infecting primary and secondary education, the media, commerce and even government. The current name of this nightmare is “wokeness,” but a swamp by any name smells as bad.

Hold the presses! The American Medical Association, together with the Association of American Medical Colleges, have just issued Advancing Health Equity: A Guide To Language, Narrative And Concepts. Is this the item of supreme self-infatuation that will begin the great awakening from wokeness? Maybe.

From first sentence to last, the aroma of scolding virtucratic entitlement is by turns noxiously cloying and comically rebarbative.

For the comedy, try on these opening words: “The field of equity, like all other scholarly domains…” You snorted, didn’t you? You know that “equity” — which is Newspeak for Marxoid attacks on private property and merit-based advancement — is not a “field,” much less a “scholarly field,” but a vapid epithet chosen because it conjures edifying moral associations.

I freely acknowledge that I’m just an elderly, out-of-it old geezer and all. Nonetheless, I seem to recall that back in the Cretaceous Period “equity” usually referred to the amount a homeowner has invested in his house, determined by the total of all mortgage payments made so far. His equity, if sizeable enough to qualify, could then be used as, say, a down payment to secure a second mortgage or other loan.

All of which has been redesignated by the Good People™ as nothing but racist, white supremacist Hate Speech by now, I’m sure. Maybe the aged and decrepit “equality” just wasn’t working well enough to be effective as a club against their hated enemies anymore, huh?

No sooner have we stumbled over the “field of equity” than we’re clobbered with a “Land and Labor Acknowledgement.” The Association of American Medical Colleges’ headquarters is “located in Washington, D.C., the traditional homelands of the Nacotchtank, Piscataway and Pamunkey people.” The headquarters of the AMA — the American Medical Association, for God’s sake — are “located in the Chicago area on taken ancestral lands of indigenous tribes, such as the Council of the Three Fires, composed of the Ojibwe, Odawa and Potawatomi Nations, as well as the Miami, Ho-Chunk, Menominee.”

It never stops. We must use capital-B “Black” when referring to black people but never capital-W “white.” “It is critical,” we are told, “to address all areas of marginalization and inequity due to sexism, class oppression, homophobia, xenophobia and ableism.” Whom have we left out?

At the center of this compact of rancid woke vocables are a number of tables listing deprecated words or locutions alongside their approved, “equity-centered” alternatives. Don’t say “illegal immigrant.” Say “undocumented immigrant,” because “illegal is a dehumanizing, derogatory term used to describe a person who resides in a country without proper documentation. No human being is illegal.” We can leave that ontological assertion to one side: plenty of human beings engage in illegal behavior, and that’s what we’re talking about here.

We’re not supposed to say “minority” anymore, but rather “historically marginalized or minoritized or BIPOC.” Don’t say “sex.” Say “sex assigned at birth.” Don’t say “slave.” Say “enslaved person.” Spartacus always did that, didn’t he? And I am sure the Islamic slavers in Africa are careful about their language right now, today.

Okay, I am so tuckered out and weary of all this happy horseshit that I’m willing to go all the way out to the very tip-end of the limb I’ve been forced onto at this point.

SO. You Leftard goosesteppers think you can tell ME what I’m allowed to say and not say, do you? Let’s just see how that works out for ya.

“Hate Speech” that I might or might not use, according strictly to my own whim, mood, or wish to piss all over some random Woke idiot in hopes that the inferno of apoplectic fury ignited in him will bring on a heart attack powerful enough to kill his stupid ass dead

Nigger, jigaboo, spearchucker, spook, burrhead, coon, bluegum, moon cricket • Jewboy, kike, yid, Bronx indian, Christ-killer • Limey, Pom, Frog, Hun, Jerry, Mick, bogtrotter, Dago, Guido, Wop • Spick, beaner, wetback, greaseball, taco bender • Raghead, sand nigger, camel jockey, Muzzrat • Chink, dink, zipperhead, slant, slope, gook • Dyke, bull-dagger, flatrocker, lesbo • Faggot, queer, rump ranger, ass pirate, turd burglar • Slut, tramp, roundheels, cockhound, THOT, cum dumpster • Honkey, cracker, white-ass, Casper, blue eyed devil, Yacoub

And if all that ain’t offensive enough to jack any shitlib’s blood pressure straight up to lethal levels and beyond, I got one more arrow in the quiver:

LET’S GO BRANDON!!!!

Now go ahead and try to tell me something else you think you’ll forbid me to do, Proggy shitstain.

How to defeat the Cancel Culture mob

Point and laugh at them every chance you get; provide countless in-your-face demonstrations that you simply don’t care one tiny bit about their opinions, their beliefs, or their very existence; ridicule them as the weak, lily-livered ignoramuses they truly are. Those, among other equally fine tactics, such as putting every man Jack of them into his grave.

Last year marked the 40th anniversary of the release of Airplane!, the comedy I wrote and directed with my brother Jerry and our friend Jim Abrahams. Just before the world shut down, Paramount held a screening at the Egyptian Theater in Hollywood, followed by a Q&A in which an audience member asked a question we never used to receive: “Could you make Airplane! today?” My response: “Of course, we could. Just without the jokes.”

Although people tell me that they love Airplane! and it seems to be included on just about every Top Five movie-comedy list, there was talk at Paramount of withholding the rerelease over feared backlash for scenes that today would be deemed “insensitive.” I’m referring to scenes like the one in which two black characters speak entirely in a jive dialect so unintelligible that it has to be subtitled. I’ve lost count of the number of people who have said to me, “You couldn’t do that scene today.” But I always wonder, why not? Half the gags in that joke were aimed at white people, given that the translation for “Shit” is “Golly!”—and the whole gag is topped off by the whitest lady on the planet, the actress who played the mom on Leave It to Beaver, translating.

Today, we’re faced with social and political pressures that are tearing our country and our families apart. Not that I couldn’t do without some family members anyway, but the point is, we live in the most outrageous period in our recent history, when the need for humor is greatest, and yet we seem to be losing our ability to laugh at ourselves and our world.

HUMOR happens when you go against what’s expected and surprise people with something they’re not anticipating, like the New York Jets winning a game. But to find this surprise funny, people have to be willing to suppress the literal interpretations of jokes. In Airplane!, Lloyd Bridges’s character tries to quit smoking, drinking, amphetamines, and sniffing glue. If his “addictions” were to be taken literally, there would be no laughs. Many of today’s studio executives seem to believe that audiences can no longer look past the literal interpretations of jokes. Fear of backlash rather than the desire to entertain seems to be driving their choices.

I admit that their fear of audience retaliation is not entirely unwarranted. There is a very vocal, though I believe small, percentage of the population that can’t differentiate between Glue Sniffing Joke and Glue Sniffing Drug Problem. It is these people whom studio executives fear when they think twice about rereleasing Airplane! on its 40th anniversary, when they put disclaimers in front of Blazing Saddles, or when they pressure writers to remove jokes that are otherwise perfectly offensive. As a result of these fear-based decisions, some of the best contemporary comedy minds are abandoning laughter in favor of admittedly brilliant but serious projects such as Joker, directed by Todd Phillips, and Chernobyl, written by Craig Mazin. These men collaborated on two of the Hangover pictures, which struck gold at the box office. Phillips summed up the general plight of the comedy writer when he said, “It’s hard to argue with 30 million people on Twitter. You just can’t do it. So, you just go, ‘I’m out.’”

Some people look at the mass exodus of comedy writers and proclaim that comedy must be dead. That’s not true. Comedy is not dead. It’s scared. And when something is scared, it goes into hiding.

Biiiig mistake, that. It’s a sure-fire guarantee that there will be more of the same, on and on and on, buying you nothing worth having. Why be afraid of these puling, pussified prigs, anyhow? They’re way too light in the ass to ever be a credible threat against hardier folks who are eminently capable of wrecking them completely should the punks ever muster the stones to show fight against better men than they’ll ever be. I see no bright side to hiding from them, like some scurrying rodent would at sight of a hungry alley cat. However, I see no dark side to defying these worms at every turn—to making them suffer so hideously that the mere thought of ever hassling us again results in a sudden aroma of warm piss wafting about the room, in perfect sync with an embarrassing wet patch quickly spreading to endarken the entire crotch of his hipster-douchebag skinny jeans.

These wormy twerps need to be reminded, pointedly and repeatedly, of what happens to the yappy-ass Yorkie when he tangles with the Pit Bull. HINT: nothing pleasant for the uppity Yorkie, who may profit in the long term from his schooling in how very important it is to not let oneself get above one’s station, to take good care that his reach doesn’t exceed his grasp. They need to have their noses vigorously rubbed in it thrice daily, six days a week, until those lessons sink in, and I mean bone-deep.

Zucker goes on to relate a tidbit of personal history so wonderfully bizarre that I—having been blessed with a good few fairly extraordinary life experiences myself, though not on as grand a scale as this—that all I can think to do is stand back in silent awe.

Circumstances like these are a daily occurrence in my life, not only because I’m naturally inept, but also because somehow, abnormal seems to find me. During the great pandemic of 2020, I managed to quarantine with my ex-wife’s current boyfriend, my ex-girlfriend who teaches meditation, the guitarist for the ’80s rock band Ratt, and the reigning Miss Utah USA. My life could easily be a sitcom, except no one would believe it.

I salute you, good sir.

By way of waving an upraised middle digit with malice aforethought at every shitlib scold, every killjoy, every preening tightass unable to see past a grandiose delusion which insists that they and their equally insufferable fellows are in fact charged with Making The World A Better Place—whether it actually wants to be or not. Translated into Sane Language, the mantra sounds like this: DO WHAT I SAY DO WHAT I SAY DO WHAT I SAY CAN’T YOU SEE I’M BETTER THAN YOU WAAAAAAAH!!!

In response, I offer all those nitwit neurotics the gesture so unforgettably displayed by the immortal Johnny Cash, to wit:

Sit and spin

Really says it all, don’tchathink?

Breathes there a man with soul so dead

That a story as delicious as this one doesn’t give him a sharp frisson of delight?

Rodgers In, Roethlisberger Out: ‘Fully Vaxxed’ Steelers QB Out with Covid as Unvaxxed Packers QB Returns to Action

Y’all begin to see what I mean already, I bet.

Green Bay Packers quarterback Aaron Rodgers is cleared to return to action Sunday after sitting out with Covid-19. He drew plenty of controversy after saying he was vaccinated, then having to admit that he wasn’t when he tested positive.

Now, another future Hall of Fame quarterback is out. Pittsburgh Steeler Ben Roethlisberger also claims that he’s vaccinated. We’ll soon know if that’s true since he’s out for Sunday with Covid. According to NBC Sports:

The Steelers will have to try to win their fifth game in a row without their starting quarterback. According to Steelers spokesman Burt Lauten, quarterback Ben Roethlisberger has been placed on the COVID-19 reserve list. He’s out for Sunday’s game against the Lions.

Roethlisberger becomes the second high-profile quarterback to miss a game this month due to COVID. If he’s vaccinated, he’ll be able to return after generating a pair of negative tests at least 24 hours apart. If he’s not vaccinated, he’ll miss at least 10 days.

Last week, Roethlisberger said he’s vaccinated. (Then again, so did Aaron Rodgers.) If Roethlisberger truly is vaccinated, the outcome suggests that he developed symptoms and was tested.

Alll just one more example of the ludicrous fuck-uppery brought to you by the most prolific producers of ludicrous fuck-uppery of all time, our very own Powers That Be. Three groans for ’em, folks.

Y’know, for villainous, evil despots possessed of the finely-tuned code of morality and ethics of a honey badger in rut; the compassion and restraint of Vlad the Impaler; the warmth and sensitivity of Don Rickles; and the simple human decency of Maximilien Robespierre, our would-be lords and masters sure seem to trip over their own dicks a hell of a lot, don’t they? Instead of sinister, near-invincible Bad Guys like, say, Doc Ock, the Green Goblin, Lex Luthor, or Professor Moriarty, these FederalGovCo assclowns more closely resemble Elmer Fudd, Gilderoy Lockhart, and Wile E Coyote. We expect the James-Younger Gang. The goobermint gives us The Shakiest Gun In The West as a stand-in.

I mean, really now. Deadly, bioweapons-lab-grown plagues that aren’t actually all that deadly, more nuisance than plague. World-beating, multirole stealth fighters that won’t fly, aren’t terribly stealthy, are extremely delicate and unreliable, can only carry enough ammo to fling two or three seconds worth of Combat Sadness at its opponent before fleeing the furball to RTB and reload. An extravagantly-financed, high-tech military force whose soldiers are far too dainty and Evolved to fight, under the command of a flag-rank officer corps more intently focused on enforcing the PC catechism than defeating our adversaries, its Navy apparently unable to navigate the seas without slamming into another ship, a dock, or a random terrain feauture. Mandatory electric automobiles entirely incapable of fulfilling the needs of a vast, widely-dispersed populace whose typical daily commute to work and back covers mileage more than sufficient to drain its batteries—cars which will be wholly dependent on a huge network of public charging stations that simply doesn’t exist. Which, as it happens, is of no great importance anyway because the nation’s outdated, overtaxed power grid simply cannot shoulder the increased load, being dangerously strained to keep the lights on already.

All the above is but a small sampling of the neverending cavalcade of stupidity, gross incompetence, unanticipated knock-on effects, and even worse calamities these retards insist on afflicting normal people with…For Our Own Good, natch. And now these Supergenii, these self-proclaimed “Experts,” these shambolic, all-thumbed, pig-ignorant droolcases have outdone themselves at last: a miraculous Vaccine!! so effective, so safe, so all-round beneficial for one and all that they not only had to mount a full-court-press propaganda effort, but also make submitting to it a non-negotiable requirement in order to keep one’s job, leave one’s home, or just generally be allowed to participate in society without being aggressively vilified, attacked, and/or thrown into the Gulag forever to get the concoction into American bloodstreams.

And just look what happens next. Not only did History’s Deadliest Plague fizzle badly on ’em, now the already-wheezing PTB Klown Kar is stalling out from rapidly-mounting evidence confirming that this shady “vaccine” they’ve pimped so frantically is in fact NOT effective, NOT beneficial or even benign, and absolutely, positively NOT SAFE. The propaganda campaign was already floundering, having been nowhere near convincing enough to persuade skeptical Americans to place their trust in a government medical establishment whose treachery and untrustworthiness had long since been established in the original chain of lies and manipulation used to spark the contrived “crisis” nearly two years ago. One can only wonder at what their next desperate gambit might possibly be, and what bonehead move on their part will bring their latest house of cards tumbling down.

I dunno, somehow I always kinda figured that Evil Incarnate would be way more skillfull and capable than these boobs have turned out to be. Oh well, my bad. After nigh on five decades of paying close attention to the antics, habits, and rituals of the ProPol Class in its native environment, I really should’ve known better than that.

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