GIVE TIL IT HURTS!

The TRUTH, at last

Lakeside Joe lays it on us straight up, no chaser.

These statements are drafted from today’s National Review, and boy do they make sense. In the article the writer states very clearly that using the term ‘demonstrator’ to describe people like Pretti and Goode is a misuse of the term. ” That’s not what {either of them} was.

They report that both were killed while “protesting.” This is the most common description of what they were doing in Minneapolis last week. They both got in confrontations with federal immigration agents that ended in both of their shootings.” If Pretti – and Goode – were merely protesters, we need to change the definition.

A protester, as typically understood, is someone who is making a point, often as part of a gathering of other like-minded people and, usually but not always, in opposition to something. A protester might hold a sign outside a coal-fired power plant calling for it to shut down. A prtoestor might go to Union Square Park in New York City to hear speeches from bullhorns whenever something happens that outrages the left. They might march against the Iraq War, or the Vietnam War – or in favor of Hamas.

What we are seeing in Minneapolis, though, is often quite different. Run-of-the-mill protesters don’t seek out federal agents and harass and obstruct them. They don’t follow and block their vehicles or establish a robust communications network to deploy resources creating maximum disruption of their operations.
Put simply, they don’t obstruct law enforcement officers, and in so doing, literally put their lives on the line. Neither of the two killed abstained – they interfered. And, as tragic as it is, they paid with their lives. There are many lessons to be learned from both incidents, if only people are willing to learn…

I’ll just go ahead and say it right out loud, in front of God and everybody: these fucking oxygen thieves are indeed NOT innocent, non-violent “protesters” seeking to exercise their First Amendment right to “petition the government for redress of grievances,” as specified in our Constitution.

In reality, they are Communist revolutionaries whose ultimate gol is to overthrow the current government and replace it with a Marxist dictatorship which arrogates all power, authority, and spoils to itself…ie, THEM.

These faux “protesters” are well-organized, trained to a nicety in insurgency tactics, and drilled in all aspects of revolutionary strategic doctrine—from recruitment, to military-style organization and movement of company-strength and up formations in the presence of an enemy force, to psy-ops, deception, and misdirection, to actual physical combat with their avowed enemies.

That being the case, and it is, I certainly do NOT consider the battlefield deaths of two enemy soldiers as anything remotely like “tragic.” To me, it smells more like…victory. The real tragedy here is that more of the slimy cock-a-roaches haven’t been exterminated. I’m glad that Alex Pretti and Renee Good at least have been put down like rabid curs; hopefully, there will be more to come, until their fellow Red Army squad-mates have been sent to join them in Hell, with the survivors forced to admit defeat and retire from the field, demoralized and disgraced by the thwarting of their nefarious ambitions..

Once again, I refer you all to the blunt, hard-won wisdom of Curtis LeMay.

LeMay-2 (1).

Yes, it’s a damnable shame that we’ve allowed the Left to bring us to this sorry pass. No sane, decent, right-thinking person wanted this, but we are now engaged in a second Civil War, this one much more dangerous and truly existential than the first one was. Affter all, the Southern Confederacy had no desire to overthrow or otherwise destroy the US government, and Southern political and military leaders said so right from the start.

This time, Goosesetppin’ Leftists are openly proclaiming their ultimate goals, including but by no means limited to:

  • Overthrow the US government
  • Establish a Communist dictatorship in its place, along the lines of the USSR, Red China, or East Germany
  • Impose their will on all dissenters: the “transgender” lunacy; the fnal, open rejection of the US Constitution; confiscation of all citizen-owned fireams; their presumed “right” to invade churches, disrupt worship services, vandalize and wreck everything within reach; and intimidate Christians everywhere into docile compliance with the diktats of the angry mob 
  • Reinforce and strengthen the government schools in their primary mission: not education, but indoctrination
  • Hunt down and either imprison or summarily execute every member of the current Trump administration, along with everyone who ever attended a Trump really, wore a MAGA hat or shirt, and rejects the Hard Left plan for suppression and elimination of all opposition
  • Erase the national borders. freely admit and warmly welcome every serial rapist, child molester, indolent thief, and/or welfare leech who wishes to come here

If you find the above program objectionable, even intolerable, congratulations: you are now a priority target on the Left’s “Enemies of the State” list. and will be properly dealt with as soon as possible. Make those plans now, load those magazines, and gird those loins. This ain’t just about Minnesota, or NYC, or Portland, or Ca;ifornia alone. Nope, this one is for all the marbles, kiddies.

Some of you will doubtless scoff at my warning of imminent disaster, and bleat that “it could never happen here” with the smug self-assurance of a deluded fool. When the People’s Army comes to arrest snd haut him off to gaol for anti-iimmigrant Hate Tweets and/or seditious Fakebook posts,, he’ll go quietly just as his British counterparts have done. After spending a few godawful months in lockdown, perhaps his attitude will change somewhat.

Update! Just occurred to me that this is a perfect time to refresh our memories regarding  Lenin’s “vanguard” concept. Because this is in fact what these misnomered “protesters” actually are, whether they choose to acknowledge that or not.

Vanguardism, a core concept of Leninism, is the idea that a revolutionary vanguard party, composed of the most conscious and disciplined workers, must lead the proletariat in overthrowing capitalism and establishing socialism, ultimately progressing to communism.

The vanguard works to engage the working class in revolutionary politics and to strengthen proletarian political power against the bourgeoisie.

Vladimir Lenin popularised political vanguardism as conceptualised by Karl Kautsky, detailing his thoughts in one of his earlier works, What is to be done?.[1] Lenin argued that Marxism’s complexity and the hostility of the establishment required that a close-knit group of individuals pulled from the working class to become a vanguard of the greater whole to lead and safeguard the revolutionary ideology within the particular circumstances presented by the reactionary régime. While Lenin wished for a revolutionary organisation akin to the contemporary Social Democratic Party of Germany, which was open to the people and more democratic in organisation, the Russian autocracy prevented this.

In its first phase, the vanguard party would exist for two reasons. Firstly, it would protect Marxism from outside corruption from other ideas, as well as advance its plans. Secondly, it would educate the proletariat in Marxism in order to cleanse them of their “false individual consciousness” and instill the revolutionary “class consciousness” in them.

Our task is not to champion the degrading of the revolutionary to the level of an amateur, but to raise the amateurs to the level of revolutionaries.

If the party is successful in their goal, on the eve of revolution, a critical mass of the working class population would be prepared to usher forth the transformation of society. Furthermore, a great number of them, namely their most dedicated members, would belong to the party cadres as professional revolutionaries, and would be elected to leadership positions by the mass party membership. Thus the organisation would quickly include the entire working class.

Of course, Lenin falls into the same trap that Marx himself did: he firmly believed that the longed-for revolution would be the result of an overwhelming majority of lower-class, semi-literate, mostly-apolitical peasants rising up and overthrowing their bourgeois masters, deceiving themselves that the Glorious Revolution would be an inevitable natural progression rather than a sudden chaotic, bloody rejection of their current oppressive elites.

Problem being, history has never worked that way, not once. Marx was as piss-poor a prognosticator as he was a student of history. His overly-hopeful misreading of history has doomed his pet project of Communism to ignoble failure, economic disaster, and rigid, cruel despotism every time it’s been tried.

As so many mad Leftist ideologues have learned to their chagrin, one of the few things Communism produces in abundance is excuses for its poor performance, its inevitable collapse and finally, its rejection by the very people who originally constituted Lenin’s “vanguard,” now reduced to a disorganized rabble obsessively seeking vengeance against the hated Tsar Nicholas, scion of the Romanov dynasty which had ruled Russia for more than three hundred years. However, compared to the grotesque, inhuman depredations of Lenin, Stalin, and their successors, Russians saw fitt to do some serious re-thinking concerning poor oldt Nicholas II.

Vilified by Soviet historians as a symbol of repression and incompetence, Nicholas has been reassessed more sympathetically in post-Soviet Russia. He and his family were canonised as passion bearers by the Russian Orthodox Church in 2000, following the discovery and reburial of their remains in 1998.

Well, whaddayaknow about that. Tsar Nicholas II was admittedly something of a hapless, ineffectual boob, especially when it came to waging war or restoring a faltering, weak economy back to health and vigor. Even so, the Last of the Romanov tsars started to look pretty darn good next to General Secretary Stalin, Lavrenty Beria, and the grim\ parade of megalomanical ogres that came after.

Over the years, I’ve read much speculation suggesting that the Russian people have this funny way of seeing to it that they will ne ruled by one cold, corrupt, heartless tyrant after another—a mystifying  but nonetheless reiiable quirk for which I have yet to see any explanation proffered, or even attempted, by anyone.

The Russian people themselves blandly accept their lot as simply the judgment of Lady Fate, who is at least thoughful enough to dump such a heavy burden of dissatisfaction, deprivation, and futility on a people long since accustomed to it—a people with a great deal of pride in the inner strength and seemingly innate immunity to despair, self-pity,, or regret. This strength, of mind, spirit, and biody enables them to shoulder that weight without bitterness, anger,, or defeatism. Each new “leader” crowing like a banty rooster about this monh’s sure-to-be-succesful-THIS-time Five Year Plan for Agriculture and Industrial Production is no more than Fate playing her usual games again, and the Russian people gave up on asking questions about the vagaries of that fickle Lady ages ago.

Vodka, and plenty of it, is the only known palliative, restorative agent, and refuge from the mind-rotting daily grind of blocks-long queues for food, toilet tissue, shoes, some seriouslu shitty coffee. heavy winter jackets, and sundry other of life’s necessities, all of which are shoddily constructed of poor materials by disgruntled workers whose sole concern is to meet the day’s posted productiom quota and get the hell out of here and back to his tiny three-room apartment in the heart of a VERY bad neighborhood—one in which no sensible woman of any age or appearance dares go outside after dark unaccompanied.

Back home in his cramped government-assigned rat hole, sitting at the small kitchen table pouring himself a third stiff jolt from a just-opened bottle of freezer-chilled Stolichnaya Elit, he reviews the situation as he feels the vodka starting to kick in: the three kids—the eldest a girl of 12, the youngest a feisty, inquisitive 6 year old boy—share a single bed in the smallest bedroom, Mom and Dad have a double  bed in what serves as a living room next to the barely-functioning old CRT television; Grandma Grigoriev has her own bed amd bedroom, thanks to Grandpa Yuri having passed away almost a year ago now; Uncle Matvey stretches out on the tatty, battered old sofa in the TV room with a blanket and the extra pillow from the closet shelf, entertaining Mom and Dad with a seriously remarkable display of snoring, sleep-farting, bestial groans, sighs, and incoherent muttering, closing out the festivities with a round of sound-asleep ass-crack spelunking, before waking wiith a start and asking what the HELLwas that noise just now, a bomb go off next door or something?

After Mom and Dad have convinced Matvey (an Afghanistan vet whose hideous experiences living among savages with little or regard for human life retell themselves in his baroque nightmares) that there hadn’ been any noise anyplace but in his dreams, he gets up, slips his feet into. a battle-scarred pair of ancient slippers, wraps his worn-out old bathrobe around himself and cinches up the waist belt, then plods into kitchen area to get a pot of that nasty coffee going before shuffling off to the bathroom to enjoy the morning whiz.

Yep, it’s another beautiful morning in the working-class Moscow slums, with early-rising Muscovites getting into their pesonal wakey-wakey rituals to ready themselves for another day of poorly-compensated, unappreciated, pointless paper-shuffling. Meanwhiile, the muggers, crackheads, second-story men, rapists, carjackers, whores, and housebreakers spend their entire day sleeping off last night’s action, not stirring again till sundown.

A New (York) low

It’s as if they actually WANT to burn in the fires of Hell for ten thousand years.

‘Offensive’ musical starring a pansexual Anne Frank could save Broadway
A show has turned the tragedy of Anne Frank into an ‘inclusive’ commentary on wokeness. And New York City audiences can’t get enough.

I recently saw the most brilliant new musical in New York City. It’s not on Broadway. It’s not even in a traditional theatre.

It’s at a bar and performance space called AsylumNYC. And it lives up to the name of its venue.

Slam Frank, whose developmental run opened on September 17 and closes on October 26, is a reimagining of the story of Anne Frank that asks: What if her diary were inclusive? What if we addressed the lack of queer representation in that attic? What if we finally told the story of the Holocaust in a way that honours all people, not just the white people it has always centred on?

In other words: what if someone produced a musical about Anne Frank fit for the 2020s?

The result has been a hit. With mostly word-of-mouth buzz, driven by a monthly publicity budget of less than $60, Slam Frank has so far sold out 28 of its 34 performances, the show’s press agent told me.

Clearly, these pustules have neither shame, conscience. nor decency, not even in undetectable trace amounts. Then again, if they did have, they wouldn’t be Left/liberals in the first place, I suppose. COMING SOON TO A CINEPLEX NEAR YOU: Traci Lords stars as Mother Teresa, with Ron Jeremy as Dondi and Christy Canyon as Sister Bhuvika, in Disney’s’ Taj Mahal Gang-Bang Nuns!

Just in case any of you were wondering if there truly was nothing at all they wouldn’t gleefully shit on from a great height, you have your answer.

Will no one rid me of this turbulent priest bitch?

Failing that, won’t somebody near her location please put a big-bore round through her head; beat her to death with an 18″ section of rusty rebar; run over her with a Freightliner Cascadia; put a long, Arkansas Toothpick-style blade in her gut, then don’t stop pushing until there’s about 3-4 inches of knife-tip orotruding from her back.

I have no preference regarding who, how, or where she gets hers. Nor do I give a drizzling shit how long she flops around on the ground in agony before she actually does die. Just please, SOMEBODY, get up the gumption and just git ‘er kilt.

SRSLY, y’all, I’m just about fed to the gills with their shit. No joke.

Randi Weingarten keeps poisoning our politics — even after Charlie Kirk’s murde For many Americans, the Sept. 10 assassination of conservative activist Charlie Kirk sparked some sober reflection on the inflammatory rhetoric that has poisoned our political discourse.

For Randi Weingarten, president of the American Federation of Teachers, it was a chance to kick that rhetoric up a notch.

Weingarten barreled full speed ahead with the launch of her new book, “Why Fascists Fear Teachers,” within days of the tragedy.

From its opening lines invoking Adolf Hitler, Weingarten’s tome equates her political opponents with history’s greatest evils, smearing President Donald Trump and others as “fascists.”

It’s frighteningly similar to the language used by Tyler Robinson, Kirk’s alleged killer, who wrote he’d “had enough of [Kirk’s] hatred” and believed “some hate can’t be negotiated out.”
Gotta admit, the whackadoo ain’t exactly wrong on that one. Hey, bllnd squirrels, stopped clocks, all that. In the days after Kirk’s murder Todd Wolfson, a vice president at Weingarten’s union and president of the American Association of University Professors, ranted on social media that “Trump is the enemy” and equated presidential adviser Stephen Miller — who is Jewish — to chief Nazi propagandist Joseph Goebbels.

“The assassin was a disturbed right wing kid, influenced by Nick Fuentes, that likely murdered Kirk because he was not right wing enough,” Wolfson declared on Facebook long after it was clear the opposite was true.

The rot runs deep in the teachers’ unions, and it starts at the very top.

Hundreds of so-called educators publicly rejoiced in Kirk’s politically motivated assassination, posting gleeful messages that crossed every line of decency.

When parents and others objected, union officials dismissed the backlash as “baseless online smear campaigns.”

The Texas affiliate of Weingarten’s AFT emailed members pledging to “vigorously defend” teachers “targeted” for celebrating Kirk’s death online, and Weingarten herself issued a formal statement defending these teachers’ “free speech.”

Sure, they have the right to spew whatever venom they want on their own time — but employers have freedom of association, too, and taxpayers shouldn’t be forced to subsidize these individuals to indoctrinate impressionable minds with sick, divisive rhetoric.

In fact, they DO have an unalienable “right” to puke up their hatred, venom, death threats, personal insults, and whatever other rancid verbal diarrhea they like. This absolute right remains applicable…right up until some stout, cold-eyed, take-no-shit kind of a guy takes offense to their noxious spew, takes position within the correct range to reach out and touch ’em, and expresses his displeasure via A) a fatal dose of lead poisoning, contracted by high-velocity projectile; B) an impromptu demonstration of his edged-weapon skills; or C) deals out a hand-to-hand ass-whuppin’ so thorough the mouthy twatwaffle ends up in a pine box planted six feet straight down from it.

All kidding around aside, folks, when is enough finally ENOUGH? Is it even possible to reach that point anymore? Asking for a friend.

Heartless, vicious, needlessly cruel blots on the escutcheon of all things good, decent, and worthwhile such as this abominable Weingarten creature *shudder* are unfit to occupy space amongst civilized human beings. I hereby promise that on the frabjous day some enterprising soul takes the vile cunt out sniper-style, I will certainly have a drink or three to celebrate the auspicious occasion. Until that glad day arrives, the obnoxious, mule-faced bitch ought to be on a leash. And one of those training choke-collars that look like a slightly modified bicycle chain.

Making her wear a Cone of Shame all day every day might not be the worst idea anybody ever had, either.

Hard to even imagine a cosl blsck fiend like this….this….this THING was once thought to be a qualified and crsedentialed teacher. Of, like, children. She ought to be legally forbidden to come within 50 miles of a school, a day care center, a playground, or a Chuck E Cheese open-air kiddie zoo.

People so bloated with hate, so vicious, so warped, so inhuman—utterly bereft of compassion, politesse, perspective, who are incapable of compfehending the norms, small courtesies, the self-restraint these and other such niceties constitute the fundation upon which civilization is built. Those who either can’t grasp such concepts or, worse still, disregard their deeper meaning as trifliimg irrelevancies, deny their importance as 

Whuuuu….???

Okay, this one’s just too dang weird.

After Days of Claiming Trump was Dead, Leftists Get a Nasty Shock
President Donald Trump walked out of the White House on Saturday morning along with his granddaughter Kai and got into a vehicle to head for Sterling, Virginia, for a few rounds of golf. This would have been an utterly insignificant bit of information were it not for the fact that Trump hadn’t been seen in public since his cabinet meeting on Tuesday. While he was out of sight, an increasing number of leftists began crowing gleefully that the president must be dead. Their disappointment on Saturday morning must have been overpowering, as the hatred they showed for the president and his supporters was truly shocking in its intensity. The party of compassion? Hardly. There are no more hateful people than leftists.

Overexcited leftists began claiming that Trump was mortally ill several days ago, when a photo emerged of Trump with a large bruise on his right hand, similar to one that was spotted on Queen Elizabeth’s hand just days before she died. White House press secretary Karoline Leavitt explained Monday that the bruise was the result of Trump shaking hands with multiple people every day, combined with the effects of the aspirin he regularly takes.  

This wasn’t enough, however, for the far, far-left Huffington Post, which dismissed what Leavitt said as a “grandiose explanation” and opined, without evidence, that “the discoloration on the back of his left hand would seemingly be more difficult to explain away by handshake.” The hand-bruise controversy, however, was nothing compared to the left’s hysterical joy at not seeing Trump around for a few days. 

The New York Post reported Saturday that “online rumors of President Trump’s demise were greatly exaggerated — much to the dismay of creepy leftist critics.” The rumors started swirling “on Friday, when the White House released a blank schedule with no public events for the president during Labor Day weekend.” Old Joe Biden took almost four years off while he was pretending to be president and the media kept insisting that he was sharp as a tack as long as there weren’t any cameras around to capture the moment, but Trump takes a few days off, or at least out of sight, and the left goes nuts. (Yes, indeed, they were already nuts.)

I’m going to have to amend my earlier assessment—this ain’t just weird, it’s downright bizarre.

Bodacious!

The Sidney Sweeney saga continues, and it’s BEAUTIFUL, man!

for anyone gen X or older and many who are younger, the sydney sweeney jeans ad is an obvious icon, a cultivated callback to a genre that once was, the latest modern take on a corbusier chaise lounge or an homage to 1950’s sport shirts. it looks like 1,000 other things you saw your whole life, a piece of classic americana once as common as summer sunshine and about as objectionable.

on its overt level, this branding makes deep sense as jeans styles are changing, moving from the stretch-fit skinny jeans paradigm of the last 15 years back to a looser and baggy 80’s and 90’s low-rise style. it’s all of a piece: a throwback ad style to foreground a throwback clothing style. it caught the zeitgeist. it’s clever, stylish, sexy, and strong. she’s an attractive woman doing cool stuff in a cool stuff in a cool way. sweeny looks like a bad ass, the car is epic, and this triggers appeal to women and men alike. you want to go to there.

so why has the internet and the aggrievement industrial complex of media babble-heads exploded into such a lockstep tizzy over an ad that would have been utterly unremarkable during most of living memory?

El Gato goes on to expound on more than one of said reasons, all of which are perfectly plausible. But for my money, it really all boils down to just one crucial element: The Wokester Left—never among the most stable of us to begin with, either psychologically or emotionally—has now gone officially, certifiably, irretrievably, pathologically bugfuck NUTS. The slavering moonbats have lost contact with rationality and/or reality altogether and aren’t gonna be coming back anytime soon, assuming they ever come back at all.

Put another way, the loony Left’s visceral hatred for Mighty Whitey, physical comeliness, mainstream opinion, and a refusal to evince proper contrition—ie, to hang one’s head apologetically, as is only meet and just, for the abominable H888Crime!™ of being young, White, good-looking, independent-minded, and wildly popular with Normal Americans—has finally driven the poor dears clean around the bend and into the ditch.

Add to these egregious offenses the fact that Our Sydney remains defiant and unflappable under a heavy (and intensifying) barrage of Wokester vitriol, obloquy, and unhinged threats. Most maddening of all: she’s female but is in no wise the Wokester-approved flavor of Toxic Feminazi, nor does she show the slightest inclination to sign on. Really, it couldn’t be more obvious as to why the whackadoos loathe her so frenetically, yet can’t quite seem to quit her even so.

Remember back when Rush used to boast about “living in Liberal heads rent free?” He might’ve written the book on the idea, but Sweeney has taken it farther than even Rush himself ever imagined going. You just gotta love the girl for that, if for nothing else. Back over to El Gato for the happy ending, unexpected as it was until it landed in our laps.

the vestigial remnants of the cancel culture mob were all out in force demanding boycotts and censorship and playing that favorite role of theater kids everywhere: the victim.

but a funny thing happened on the way to the struggle session:

nobody cared.

academia roused itself to towering rage.

yawn.

newspapers manufactured outrage at printing press scale.

yawn. snork.

the internet exploded in outpourings of tearful anxiety projection and attempted villification.

and the jeans sold out in record time.

you cannot just tell people, “this is normal,” “obesity is healthy,” or “if a man (or a woman) will not date a woman because she has a penis, that’s transphobic” (people really claim this by the way and disagreeing with it has been treated as hate speech) and expect to be believed or to become a cultural touchstone.

and people are exhausted by it, desperate to return to a different time and a set of standards more in line with their lived (and biological) experience and preferences.

it’s about power.

they experience the empowerment of a woman like sydney as an assault on them because they see power as a zero sum game.

but so intense is this will to power that it cannot be admitted, least of all to themselves.

they are absolutely sincere to the point of non-interrogatable delusion on this topic.

it’s grinding them to dust because none of this works anymore.

the magic words have lost their power. yell “racist! sexist! structural oppressor!” until you sprain your tonsils.

outside of your ever-shrinking always on rage tribe, no one cares.

As I always say, couldn’t happen to a nicer bunch of assholes. Didn’t happen a moment too soon, either. A few paragraphs along, El Gato throws us a helpful compare/contrast bone:

CORRECTION: I wuz wrong just then; sorry, everyone. There’s no comparison to be made here, the two specimens depicted above are about as dissimilar as dissimilar gets. They are unrelated; exact opposites; light years apart; as different as chalk and cheese. They clash worse’n a brown shirt with a blue suit. Please allow me to atone for my error with another shot of Ms Sweeney’s astounding fun bags.

I repeat: YOWZA!!!! A bit blurry and out of focus, sure, but unless my eyes deceive me I do believe an enticing half-moon of undraped right nipple can be descried in the above screencap.

Careful fellas; human saliva can wreck your keyboard should excessive quantities of it be drooled thereon.

Poised, indomitable, intelligent, fiercely confident—all these qualities and more come together to make Sidney Sweeney the Platonic ideal of what legendary ‘rassler Lex Luger meant when he decided to call himself The Total Package. Throw in that 1) she’s also a well-trained, skilled shooter, and 2) she’s an avid vintage-car enthusiast, restorer, and diehard Ford gal who enjoys nothing more than getting her hands greasy wrenching on her own prized 65 Mustang, first and foremost among other FoMoCo models, namely her grandpappy’s old F100 pick-em-up in which she learned to drive as a youngster (and that she still owns) and her 69 Bronco, for openers. She even co-designed a Mustang GT limited edition model for the Blue Oval boys to boot. Background:

Sydney Sweeney’s love for cars is deeply rooted in her family background and personal experiences. Growing up in a small town near Spokane, Washington, surrounded by mechanics, she developed a genuine passion for classic vehicles early on. This passion was not just a phase, it is a family legacy. While the world knows her for powerful performances on screen, off-screen, she is just as comfortable under the hood, restoring classic cars and proudly sharing her projects. One vehicle in particular has been generating buzz, a certain Mustang. But is it the iconic GT350?

Sydney Sweeney does not own a Mustang GT350. While she is prominently featured driving a GT350 in the recent American Eagle ad campaign, her actual Mustang ownership is different. Sweeney’s love for cars and vintage models does come from her bloodline. In a small town near Spokane, Washington, she first learned to drive on her grandfather’s F-100 farm truck, a vehicle she still owns today. During the pandemic, she purchased an original 1969 Bronco that required extensive restoration.

Sydney Sweeney owns a classic 1965 Ford Mustang, which she has lovingly nicknamed Britney. This vintage Mustang is bright blue and has been the subject of her restoration projects shared on social media. Sweeney’s hands-on work and deep personal connection to her 1965 Mustang have inspired some of her automotive collaborations, including the custom 2024 Mustang GT she co-designed with Ford, but the only Mustang she personally owns and cherishes is her 1965 model.

To celebrate the Mustang’s 60th anniversary, Ford is building two custom Mustangs inspired by Sydney Sweeney’s Brittany Blue 1965 model—one for Sweeney, one for a contest winner. These cars feature a Robin’s Egg Blue exterior with a crushed glass clear coat, 20-inch chrome rims, Sweeney’s signature on the engine, and the Ford x Sydney Sweeney heart bolt emblem throughout the design.

Aiiight, I just can’t restrain myself: boyohboyohboyohboy, WHAT A WOMAN!! “Total Package”? Pish-tosh; doesn’t do her justice, not even close. Although I can’t honestly say I ever had such thoughts before right this very minute, saucy, sexy, succulent Sidney makes me wish I was about thirty years younger; way better looking; fit and healthy; independently wealthy; and lived half a block down from her crib. If I woke up to find all this had somehow come to pass, I’d run the shoes off my feet and my feet down to bloody nubs chasing after her fine self. I ain’t too proud to admit it, neither.

Shocker: DOG BITES MAN!!!

FBI proclaims itself “baffled” as to motive, says “we’ll probably never know for sure.”

Speak for yourselves, asstards.

New Details Emerge About the Arsonist Who Attacked Pennsylvania Gov. Shapiro
So when Pennsylvania’s governor’s mansion was torched on the first night of Passover, only an ostrich spelunking in sand would discount antisemitism. The connection was just too freaking obvious!

Reality, alas, has a sneaky way of upsetting false narratives.

Earlier this morning, the story broke: “Pa. Gov. Shapiro was targeted for ‘what he wants to do to Palestinian people’”:

The suspect in the arson attack at the Governor’s Residence targeted Josh Shapiro due to his perceived stance on Palestine, according to a search warrant obtained by PennLive.

The suspect, Cody Balmer, called 911 following the attack early Sunday, identified himself by name and told operators Shapiro needs to know he “…will not take part in his plans for what he wants to do to the Palestinian people,” the search warrant written by police said.

Balmer continued, saying he needed to “stop having my friends killed” and that “…our people have been put through too much by that monster,” according to the warrant, which says Balmer’s intonation and cadence sounded like he was possibly reading from a script.

And who is the man who attacked the governor? Here’s another headline: “Accused Shapiro Attacker Is Self-Described “Socialist,” Fits Pattern of Political Violence”:

Balmer has a troubled past, and his social media history suggests he considers himself both an anarchist and a registered Socialist. His criminal record includes past charges of simple assault and forgery. In one bizarre post, he depicts himself wearing goggles, breathing fire and claiming that former President Joe Biden owes him $2,000.

According to his mother, Balmer suffers from schizophrenia and bipolar disorder and had stopped taking his medications prior to his attack on the Shapiro residence.

So that’s the real story: An unstable wackaloon was radicalized by the anti-Israel, pro-Hamas propaganda that the left proudly promotes, went off his meds, and tried to murder a prominent Jewish politician.

A rabid, violence-drunk, “Palestine” obsessed, Leftard Jew-hater—gee, didn’t see THAT coming.

Look, you can hate on (((***DemJooJooJooJOOOOZ!!!***))) all you like for all me; I’ve made my own position clear, it’s no skin off my nose one way or the other. But when you start heaving homemade Molotovs at people’s homes, trashing people’s expensive autos, threatening students/taking over college campuses, and vandalizing/burning legitimate businesses which have nothing whatever to do with said obsession, then you put yourself on the fightin’ side of me, bub.

Poetic justice, served up PIPING HOT

Dumb, mouthy, belligerent bint harangues fellow straphanger for criminally-aggravated wearing of a MAGA hat in a public place, gets hers.

Woman whose MAGA hat meltdown, subway wipeout went viral is an ‘extremely liberal’ luxury-brand specialist
The woman who received “instant karma” after berating a President Trump supporter on the subway — and then face-planting on the platform after trying to grab his “Make America Great Again” hat — is an increasingly “agitated” creative director for several luxury brands, The Post has learned.

Alberta Testanero, a 55-year-old dual Italian-American citizen, went viral for the caught-on-video incident on the 6 train in Midtown last week after branding the MAGA fan “uneducated” and a “racist.”

Testanero has gone off the deep end when it comes to politics, a former colleague claimed.

“She and I stopped being friends a while ago, as she became extremely liberal and very agitated,” the one-time coworker told The Post.

A freelance creative director and branding specialist who has worked with posh outfits like Tiffany & Co., Coach, Bergdorf Goodman and Kate Spade, Testanero prides herself on “maintaining the highest standards,” according to her online profiles.

“An experienced team leader, I have a keen understanding of the relationship between corporate strategy and creative vision,” the Murray Hill resident and Fashion Institute of Technology alum boasts on her LinkedIn. “No matter how large or small, I approach every project with enthusiasm always furthering brand vision and maintaining the highest standards.”

On a Facebook account apparently belonging to Testanero, she shared a family photo of the Obamas and a bizarre image of “Joe” and “Barack” friendship bracelets.

The lefty art designer publicly called out the MAGA fan, wagging her finger in his face while aboard a northbound train around 11:30 p.m., according to a video that has since racked up more than 5 million views.

The vid is all kinds of wonderful; tragically, it’s on Instagram, and I can’t for the life of me figure out how to embed the durn thing here. Best I can do, it seems, is to provide a link to it (a bigger, better, more beautymous version is included with the NYPost article, along with several other extremely edifying photos as well) and hereby urge all y’all to hie thyselves thither and enjoy watching this fugly, obnoxious bimbelina get her just deserts again, and again, and again, and again. Trust me, folks, you’ll be mighty glad you did.

That which doesn’t kill me

Makes me stronger.

I ate like Trump for a week. I don’t understand how the man is still alive
It was a picture that revealed more than just Donald Trump’s inner circle. Following the jubilation of the US election, the grinning president-elect was pictured on board Trump Force One tucking into a McDonald’s with Elon Musk and Robert F Kennedy Jr. Donald Trump Jr, seated to his right, would later joke that Mr Kennedy Jr’s mission to “make America healthy again” would have to wait until “tomorrow”. Mr Trump’s penchant for fast food was once again in the spotlight. But what does his diet consist of?

Breakfast – nothing. Lunch – nothing. Dinner – a McDonald’s, KFC, pizza or a well-done steak. Twelve Diet Cokes a day, and snacking on Doritos. The man appointed to become his own health secretary, RFK Jr, described what Trump eats as “poison”.

“His diet is exceptionally poor,” agrees Telegraph nutritionist Sam Rice. “It’s unbalanced, with far too many ultra-processed foods, too much saturated fat from red and processed meat, simple carbohydrates that can cause sugar spikes and lead to insulin resistance. It’s also low in fibre and gut-friendly plant foods. The copious amount of Diet Coke he drinks, which contains the artificial sweetener aspartame – identified as a possible carcinogen by the World Health Organisation – makes his diet a nutritional nightmare.”

The sissy-mary went on the Trump diet for a week, and says it damned near kilt him. Me, I’m with Al Bundy.

It’s always made me tired, how so many Righty bloggers want to whimper and whine about how godawful McDonalds is, as if the mere thought of eating a Big Mac suddenly transmogrifies them into the Leftards their bitching makes them sound so much like. Is McDonalds the best burger ever? Of course not. But will a Quarter Pounder or McDouble do when you’re in a rush, are hungry, and there just happens to be a Mickey Ds drive-thru on your way to wherever you have to be shortly? Of course it will.

Leave the sniffy, über-sanctimonious disdain for the corporate grab ’n’ grub fare to the shitlibs, sayeth I; they’ll always be better at it anyway, having had so much more practice. You can definitely be sure that finding common ground with you over the appalling toxicity of junk food isn’t going to make them hate you any less.

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Psychosissies

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you your Fellow Americans.


Even if we could live peaceably side by side with them, why on earth would we WANT to? I mean, that’s what we have asylums, penitentiaries, halfway houses, and such-like for.

(Via Ace)

Update! The esteemed Chaya Raichik, a/k/a Libs Of TikTok, has more—lots and lots more, seeing as how there really seems to be no end to these loony-toony asstards.

From late-night show hosts and news anchors to the left-wing nutjobs on TikTok, no one seems to be safe from Trump Derangement Syndrome.

To further celebrate, I’ll share some of the biggest leftist meltdowns I exposed from the past week. Some were even held accountable for their extremist rhetoric!

While many of these meltdowns are absolutely hilarious, they also show a dark picture of the current state of America. The mainstream media and the liberal establishment have pushed hoax after hoax and lie after lie in an attempt to demonize Donald Trump and turn him into the image of Hitler.

Fortunately, a majority of Americans came out in support of Donald Trump this election, showing not just the country but the entire world that America isn’t tolerating woke garbage anymore.

With your support, I will continue shedding light on the radical left, exposing their propaganda for all to see. Who says we need to stop winning after the election? Let’s keep it going. Together, we will make a difference!

Bold hers, not mine, just as a small FYI. As always: You go, girl!

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Sore losers, sour grapes

Lots of hilarious, uplifting pictures of tearful shitlibs drowning in their own sweet sorrow here, as well as this:

Harris’s delay in addressing her own supporters have left some furious. 

Barbara Heineback, a former White House staffer and the first black press office employee for the First Lady’s office, said she was disappointed with the Democrat.

‘I am so disappointed and really insulted that I’m a Howard alum and that she didn’t have the decency to walk out and say to her, to her university, make a comment to the United States,’ Heineback said. ‘Things were not looking well for her. It wasn’t completely over.’ 

‘I mean, it shows us how classless she actually is, a sore loser,’ the former White House staffer continued. ‘Even though it’s painful for her, for the Democrats, I think America might be relieved at recognizing and realizing they don’t have to put up with this any longer.’

Nailed it in one, Ms Heineback. As Midwest Chick notes, at least one of these assholes appears to be capable of waking up and learning something, if you force it down their fucking throats.

“Unity”? With THESE asstards?

Erik emailed a request that I repost this oldie but moldie from all the way back in November of 2004, which request I am only too happy to fulfill. Thanks for asking, Erik.

Whatcha gonna do
The Loony Left by Mike

Okay, is anybody but me sick yet of the Left’s floundering and flailing about, trying to find any way they possibly can to blame somebody else for their failure to espouse a message remotely palatable to the majority of eligible American voters? Is anybody but me wishing right about now that somebody would clong them upside the head with a shovel and say, “Look, morons, here’s the deal….”?

Well, let’s try this then. Let’s stipulate for the sake of argument that everything the Left claims to fear about the Bush admin and mainstream red-state America is true.

Yep, that’s right, you commie bastiches, we’re coming for you. It’s only a matter of time now until you hear that late-night knock on the door you’ve been dreading all along. Our jack-booted gendarmerie is going to be working overtime rounding up every non-white and non-rich subject of our fascist regime, and we’re going to be baking every last one of you into pies that we’ll then refuse to share with the poor and hungry. We’ll be baking those pies in coal-fired ovens, and those ovens will be devoid of any sort of exhaust-scrubber whatever, because we want to release all the toxic gases and chemicals we can into the atmosphere.

We’ll be spiking the rivers with DDT, alar, thalidomide, and whatever other chemical bugaboos we can think of so as to pollute the drinking water, too. We’ll cram the landfills (which will be more numerous than ever) with deadly silicon breast implants, and we’re going to wipe our asses with copies of the Kyoto Treaty, after which we’ll staple the soiled pages to your foreheads. Halliburton will be sending you the bill for that, too; we’ll call it “cosmetic surgery” and charge a rate tied to the market price for the harvested, tanned, and cured pelts of starving homeless Americans, whose numbers will be rocketing even higher than those for the aforementioned landfills, which is where said homeless will be forced to live while we hunt them down for sport.

We’re going to subjugate the entire world through violence and capitalist exploitation. We’ll be sending our duped, mindless killerbot soldiers to the remotest corners of the Earth to deny freedom to every little brown person currently enjoying an idyllic, bucolic existence in harmony with unspoiled nature, every racial, religious, and cultural minority who has thus far lived relatively free of the sting of our rapacious lash. We’re all going to get rich from it, and we’re going to make the poor noble Bob Cratchets and Tiny Tims of the world pay for our sumptuous lives of piggish, rankly self-indulgent consumerism, and then we’re going to kill them when we’ve bled them completely dry.

Yep, it’s all true, every bit of it; the New Gulags, which we Nazified Tolkien geeks like to refer to as Barad Ashcroft, or just Shrubthanc, have been under construction since early 2001 and are almost ready to open for business. The ultra-right-wing corporate media establishment has known all along, and have been helping us cover it all up, and now it’s too late; there’s nothing you can do to stop us. You all are going to be fed into the ovens by the millions, and we’re going to destroy the environment and nuke the Third World, and it’s all going to be done because Jesus told us to, and that’s the only reason we’re ever going to need. Because hey, we’re stupid.

Michael Moore? Dead soon, at our hands, as punishment for daring to dissent. Karen Finley? Ditto. Hillary Clinton? She’ll be crawling around our (segregated) private club on all fours in a Playboy Bunny costume, forced to beg for the privilege of bringing us drinks, dropping grapes into our mouths, and mopping the floors with her hair — just to remind any of you other strong, uppity women who might get ideas about overturning the established patriarchal order who’s really in charge here. Other younger, more attractive women will be forced into sexual slavery, and abortion will absolutely not be an option for dealing with the inevitable unwanted pregnancies that will result. Rusty coathangers will be available at the door, although using them will be punishable by electrocution — electricity provided by the nuke plants that will be on every corner and completely unregulated and unsafe. But it’s just as well that they are our slaves, because there ain’t gonna be no welfare to help them out, and they’re not going to be allowed to work at anything other than pleasing their oppressors.

We’ll be burning the UN HQ in New York down, of course, and we’ll be locking all the delegates inside the building before we set it alight. Then we’ll be invading France, just to teach ‘em a lesson about how we Texas cowboys do bidness. The world’s oil, of course, is ours, and we’ll be boiling tons of it and pouring it over the heads of those who refuse to acknowledge our Xtian God. There’ll be no stem cell research, there’ll be no health care at all for the poor (whose numbers we will be increasing by every means we can think of), and if you dare to complain about life in the New Conservative Amerikkka, we’re going to kill you for it.

All of that: so stipulated. Now, the question for you moonbat Lefty baglappers: what the hell are you going to do about it?

I mean, seriously; if you truly believe that all this is now in the process of happening right before your very eyes, doesn’t it become incumbent upon you, as the most basic imaginable of moral obligations, to do something to prevent it, or overturn it? I mean, obviously, you tried peaceful means of stopping us, but that didn’t work — because us right-wingnuts rigged the election and disenfranchised everybody. And you can’t go to the courts because they’re in the Bushitler’s pocket too, all the way up to the Supreme Court, which you’ve been saying for four years now illegally handed him the White House after the tainted 2000 “election.” So your last legal, nonviolent means of resistance has been taken away from you, and you can’t even count on the media to publicize the reality of what’s going on because of their right-wing slant, their fondness for the status quo, and of course the fact that they’re really nothing but money-grubbing corporations themselves whose only concern is the bottom line.

So what’s left, Lefties? Where do you go from here? What are you gonna do about it?

I’ll tell you what you’re going to do about it: you’re not going to do one damned thing but continue with your whining, that’s what, and it’s not because deep down you’re all cowards either. It’s because deep down, you know you’re full of shit. You don’t even believe half the stuff you’re currently crying about yourselves.

Because if you did, you wouldn’t be talking about it. You wouldn’t be writing whiny letters to the editor; you wouldn’t be fearfully mincing down to the Canadian Consulate to half-seriously inquire about moving; you wouldn’t be sitting in coffee houses denouncing the moronic inhabitants of Jesusland with your fellow smug, self-satisfied pseudo-hip doofuses. You’d be gearing up and arming yourselves for the fight of your lives. And much to your surprise, you’d have a lot of us over here on the right offering to help load mags.

And that’s why you’re going to keep right on losing elections. If even one third of what you say was true, you’d have Americans of every political stripe rushing to your side to man the barricades. But it isn’t anything like true, and we all know it, and we’ve all known it ever since you tried to claim that proposed reductions in the annual rate of increase of various federal budget items during the Reagan years were actually heartless “slashing” of the budget by people who wanted poor people to die. We’ve known it ever since you railed during the Clinton years about how the welfare reform forced on him by the evil Gingrich Repubs amounted to cultural and economic genocide, and then watched as hordes of welfare cheats — who you always claimed didn’t exist — were quietly expunged from the rolls and went back to work.

In other words, you’re all hype and no hump. Your party has become the Chicken Little Party, weeping and wailing about disaster, catastrophe, and the end of the world as we know it every time a new idea for running the government gets put forth by someone who isn’t a card-carrying liberal.

And the proof is in the pudding. Your delirious ideas don’t even inspire your like-minded cohorts — those who really do believe the sky is falling — to get out and fight to save their very lives; you certainly aren’t going to inspire a majority of Americans to rally to your banner if you can’t even get your own true believers off their asses and into the streets. That’s the problem with what you people used to like to call “false consciousness,” which is exactly what you’re now reduced to peddling. Your hysteria is based on plain and simple untruths, and nobody is willing to go out there and risk injury or death for something they know in their hearts is a lie. There ain’t gonna be any Revolution, televised or otherwise, because too many of us know that none is really called for, and the more you try to promote an addle-pated apocalyptic vision of a theocratic MegaMurrika the more the rest of us just sit back and wonder what the hell you’re talking about, as we watch life gradually improve for more and more of us despite your doomsaying.

Afghanis just voted, in the first real free election they’ve ever had; they didn’t vote in any Lefty flamethrower, and they didn’t vote in any Islamist terrorist either. And this occurred only a couple of years after we all watched you people wax apoplectic about the coming disastrous “quagmire.” Well, if that’s a quagmire, most of us figure the world could do with a few more of ‘em. It didn’t come cheap, and it didn’t come easy, but it came anyway, and no thanks to any of you, either.

And the same thing is going to happen in Iraq soon; the ordinary people you claim to be concerned about will see how their lives have improved since Saddam’s removal, and, despite all your supposed “concern” for their welfare, they’re also going to remember who it was who bitched and whined about the only recent President who was willing to lift a finger and take a political risk to help make it so.

And you smarmily call yourselves the “reality-based community.” What a laugh that is.

And that’s what it all comes down to, really. Those of us who do have some adult grasp of reality are sitting back and laughing at you and your dipsomaniacal ravings. You don’t inspire trust and confidence in your ability to run the world’s only remaining superpower, because you can’t resist the adolescent urge to hyperbolize every last little thing. Just as a small example, look at your pals in the liberal MSM. There are no mere “problems”; instead, we’re deluged with one “crisis” after another in their newspapers and on TV. You’re like little kids whose experience of the world is so limited as to define the boundaries of your intellect far too narrowly to ever be trusted with the responsibility of governing a nation.

Grow up, Chicken Little. Lead, follow, or get out of the friggin’ way. Or, at the very least, you can stop trying to get the rest of us to guzzle a bunch of Kool-Aid that you can’t even swallow yourselves.

Update! Brian mentioned in the comments that I had a somewhat egregiously mangled metaphor above, which got me to looking at the piece again, which got me to thinking I should change a couple of things. So I did. Not that it makes much difference, really.

And there you have it—just as relevant and applicable today as it was back then. It really is true that some things never change, I guess.

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Open mouth, insert…foot, this time

Gee, Willie Brown’s dick, her own foot, gallons of cheap vodka daily—as my Grandma used to pointedly inquire whenever she heard somebody cuss (besides herself, natch): you kiss your Mama with that mouth, Kumala?

As Vice President, I have had the privilege of visiting Arlington National Cemetery several times. It is a solemn place; a place where we come together to honor American heroes who have made the ultimate sacrifice in service of this nation.

It is not a place for politics.

And yet, as was reported this week, Donald Trump’s team chose to film a video there, resulting in an altercation with cemetery staff. Let me be clear: the former president disrespected sacred ground, all for the sake of a political stunt.

This is nothing new from Donald Trump. This is a man who has called our fallen service members “suckers” and “losers” and disparaged Medal of Honor recipients. 

A man who, during a previous visit to the cemetery, reportedly said of fallen service members, “I don’t get it. What was in it for them?”

This is a man who is unable to comprehend anything other than service to himself. 

If there is one thing on which we as Americans can all agree, it is that our veterans, military families, and service members should be honored, never disparaged, and treated with nothing less than our highest respect and gratitude. 

And it is my belief that someone who cannot meet this simple, sacred duty should never again stand behind the seal of the President of the United States of America.

I will always honor the service and sacrifice of all of America’s fallen heroes, who made the ultimate sacrifice on behalf of our beloved nation and our cherished freedoms. I mourn them and salute them. And I will never politicize them.

That’s the entirety of Kumala’s ill-advised “Show more” Tweet, to which the response has been…erm, unfortunate, for her at any rate. For starters:


OW, that smarts! And then there’s this:

Oh, Kamala, what have you done? In a move that was scummy even for her, Kamala Harris had the audacity to attack Donald Trump for appearing at the memorial for service members who died at Abbey Gate in Afghanistan. And, by extension, she attacked the Gold Star families who invited him to be there.

Keep in mind the only reason they’re Gold Star families is because Kamala Harris and Joe Biden botched the withdrawal from Afghanistan and got their loved ones killed.

Now those families are responding:

And how. Follows, scads upon scads of stinging video denunciation from said families, which is a joy and a wonder to behold. For us, that is, not for her; not a-tall, in fact. No wonder the stupid, drunk-ass ho’ is so reluctant to be interviewed, debate the opposition candidate (or anybody else) honestly and fairly, or otherwise speak in public any more than she absolutely, positively must. My God, the woman makes even Dotard Jaux Bribem look like a gentleman and a scholar, which is really saying something.

One last excellent riposte I almost forgot to include:


I repeat: OW! Also: YIKES!!

Update! Senator Tom Cotton gets the last truly epic word.

You might think that would be the end of the story. After all, how do you keep pushing a false story that has even been rebuked by the very families involved who lost their loved ones due to Harris’ incompetence? The press took that as a challenge, though, and when Welker faced off against Cotton on Sunday morning, she told an inexcusable lie as she desperately tried to defend the vice president.

WELKER: The bottom line, I guess, though, senator, is it ever appropriate to make campaign content at military grave sites?

COTTON: He didn’t take campaign photos there. These families, Gold Star families, whose children died due to Joe Biden and Kamala Harris’s incompetence, invited him to the cemetery, and they asked him to take those photos because as they told me yesterday when I spoke to Kelly Barnett and Darren Hoover, the parents of Taylor Hoover, who has Arkansas ties, they don’t get to go to the beach on Labor Day. They don’t get to have BBQs. This is their one chance to have a memory of their children to commemorate their service and to honor their sacrifice. They wanted President Trump there, they wanted to take those photos.

You know who those families also invited? Joe Biden and Kamala Harris. Where were they? Joe Biden was sitting at a beach. Kamala Harris was sitting at her mansion in Washington, DC. She was four miles away. Ten minutes. She could’ve gone to the cemetery and honor the sacrifice of those young men and women, but she hasn’t. She never has spoken to them or taken a meeting with them.

WELKER: Well, they did meet with them during the dignified transfer. They were with them during the dignified transfer.

COTTON: It is because of her and Joe Biden’s incompetence that those 13 Americans were killed in Afghanistan.

Cotton’s takedown of Welker’s talking points is perfect, not because of some impressive political prowess, but because it’s the truth. The claim that Trump made “campaign content” at Arlington National Cemetery is simply false. None of the pictures with the family have been used in ads or placed in a political context by the Trump campaign. He was there at the behest of the Gold Star families. Given their children died defending this country, I think they have a right to snap a few pictures if they’d like.

This game has long been played (by the) left and the federal bureaucracy. When John McCain took some video of him walking among the gravestones, the press attacked him for it. When Barack Obama and Joe Biden did the same thing (including Biden being pictured in Section 60), no one said a word. No (D)NC official came running out telling them to put the cameras away while accusing them of breaking the rules. Let a Republican show up to honor the fallen though, and suddenly it’s a scandal. The entire thing is so transparent.

What Welker did at the end of that exchange is just inexcusable, though. Cotton specifically said Harris has never spoken to or met with the Abbey Gate Gold Star families, and the anchor jumps in to insist “they” (as in both Biden and Harris) were at the dignified transfer. Kamala Harris was not there, and every attempt by the families to connect with her since has been rebuffed. Biden was there, but he infamously checked his watch multiple times.

The rush by these hack journalists to defend Harris has them now telling outright lies on national television.

Ummm…now, Bonch? Been a good bit longer than that, I’m afraid.

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SF officials cut off noses

Successfully spite own faces.

San Francisco officials weigh in on departure of Elon Musk’s X headquarters: ‘Good riddance’
X owner Elon Musk’s plan to move the social media platform’s headquarters out of San Francisco has some city officials eager to bid farewell to the billionaire’s business.

“I share the perspective that most San Franciscans have, which is good riddance,” city attorney David Chiu told The New York Times.

The outlet noted that San Francisco Mayor London Breed said she had met with Musk “several months ago” but that she didn’t extend offers aimed at keeping X in the city, saying, “I’m not going to beg anybody.”

The report comes after Musk announced last month that he will move the company’s headquarters to Texas in response to a new law enacted by the state of California that prohibits schools from notifying parents if their children want to change their gender identity.

Musk said at the time that X’s headquarters would move to Austin, Texas, while he also announced that SpaceX would relocate its headquarters from Hawthorne, California, to Starbase, Texas.

He cited the gender identity law as being “the final straw” and attributed the move to “this law and the many others that preceded it, attacking both families and companies.”

Shortly after Musk announced in July that X would move out of San Francisco, he mentioned issues with the “crazy gross receipts city tax” making it “impossible for financial companies to operate in San Francisco.”

“That’s why Stripe, Block (CashApp), VISA and many others were forced out of San Francisco, as ‘gross receipts’ came to be defined as all transactions processed by a company, even if NOT revenue. That meant companies processing payments either had to leave SF or die,” Musk said last month. “Even if the severe crime problem in SF were to be solved tomorrow, X could not remain in SF and launch payments, as it would immediately fail.”

Will the last sane person to flee what was once one of the most lovely, eminently livable cities in all the world please turn off the lights? Thank you.

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Boeing: the long, slow death of a legend

The Woke mind-virus, as Elon Musk hath so aptly dubbed it, claims another formerly-distiguished victim.

Boeing Employees Humiliated That SpaceX Will Rescue the Astronauts Stranded by Starliner
“We hate SpaceX. We talk s**t about them all the time, and now they’re bailing us out.”

Over the weekend, NASA finally made the decision to return Boeing’s plagued Starliner without a crew on board. That means stranded NASA astronauts Butch Wilmore and Suni Williams will now have to wait for a SpaceX Crew Dragon to return them from the International Space Station in February, stretching an eight-day journey into an eight-month one.

In other words, the aerospace giant’s first crewed test flight has been a disaster, with technical issues afflicting Starliner’s propulsion system proving insurmountable and putting the company in the position to be “rescued” by its biggest competitor in space tech.

Unsurprisingly, NASA’s decision to return the capsule with no crew on board has been a major blow to morale. As the New York Post reports, Boeing employees were left “humiliated” following the announcement.

Worse yet, it’s not just Starliner’s messy test flight — Boeing has been dealing with numerous crises, from passenger jets falling apart mid-flight to reports of major mismanagement.

“We have had so many embarrassments lately, we’re under a microscope,” one Boeing worker told the NY Post, speaking under condition of anonymity. “This just made it, like, 100 times worse.”

“We hate SpaceX,” he added. “We talk shit about them all the time, and now they’re bailing us out.”

Fran deftly puts paid to that whiny-ass horseshit.

Oh, you hate SpaceX, do you? You should be overpoweringly glad that SpaceX doesn’t hate you. If Elon Musk were similarly minded toward you, he’d leave your astronauts in space until you could retrieve them. How do you think that would look to the flying public, on top of all your other recent disasters?

Uglier’n the proverbial mud fence, I’d bet, if the rest of the flying public thinks anything like the tiny fraction of it sitting at this h’yar desk o’ mine does. Gee, wonder what these weepy, wimpy Boeing diversity-hires might look like, just out of pure idle curiosity?

Oh. Exactly like one would expect them to look, then. As Bob Bishop pithily puts it: Houston, we have a problem.

We do at that. But hey, at least OUT! cupcakes such as the two above-depicted Stunning, Brave HEROES!!!© feel “seen” and “heard.” That’s what really matters, right? Especially when it’s manned space flight, meeting the myriad challenges of exploring the Final Frontier, and the rigors of cutting-edge science and engineering with actual human lives on the line we’re talking about.

Four or five more years of this and the intentionally enfeebled Boeing Company will exist only in memory—just another proud American icon brought low by Wokester dweebs ’n’ feebs, their relentless PC ethos, and the Long March Through The Institutions. Then, for Gus, Casady, and their noxious ilk, it’ll be onwards and upwards to the next target slated for destruction.

Seriously, who gives a tinker’s damn about space nowadays? What did space exploration ever do for anybody? Any chest-thumping American Supremacist with a selfish hankering to burn tons and tons of (fossil!) rocket fuel so’s they can go fiddle-futzing around out in the Vasty Black Nowhere can always hitch a ride with the Rooskies, the (dot-not-feather) Indians, our bosom chums the ChiComs, or some other space-faring nation-state.

Hell’s bell’s, I never liked Tang anyway; the stuff tastes like warmed-over doo-doo with a fistful of used litterbox sand stirred in.

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CF Glossary

ProPol: Professional Politician

Vichy GOPe: Putative "Republicans" who talk a great game but never can seem to find a hill they consider worth dying on; Quislings, Petains, Benedicts, backstabbers, fake phony frauds

Fake Phony Fraud(s), S'faccim: two excellent descriptors coined by the late great WABC host Bob Grant which are interchangeable, both meaning as they do pretty much the same thing

Mordor On The Potomac: Washington, DC

The Enemy: shitlibs, Progtards, Leftards, Swamp critters, et al ad nauseum

Burn, Loot, Murder: what the misleading acronym BLM really stands for

pAntiFa: an alternative spelling of "fascist scum"

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"America is at that awkward stage. It's too late to work within the system, but too early to shoot the bastards."
Claire Wolfe, 101 Things to Do 'Til the Revolution

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FREEDOM!!!

"There are men in all ages who mean to govern well, but they mean to govern. They promise to be good masters, but they mean to be masters."
Daniel Webster

“When I was young I was depressed all the time. But suicide no longer seemed a possibility in my life. At my age there was very little left to kill.”
Charles Bukowski

“A slave is one who waits for someone to come and free him.”
Ezra Pound

“The illusion of freedom will continue as long as it’s profitable to continue the illusion. At the point where the illusion becomes too expensive to maintain, they will just take down the scenery, they will pull back the curtains, they will move the tables and chairs out of the way and you will see the brick wall at the back of the theater.”
Frank Zappa

“The right of a nation to kill a tyrant in case of necessity can no more be doubted than to hang a robber, or kill a flea.”
John Adams

"A society of sheep must in time beget a government of wolves."
Bertrand de Jouvenel

"It is terrible to contemplate how few politicians are hanged."
GK Chesterton

"I predict that the Bush administration will be seen by freedom-wishing Americans a generation or two hence as the hinge on the cell door locking up our freedom. When my children are my age, they will not be free in any recognizably traditional American meaning of the word. I’d tell them to emigrate, but there’s nowhere left to go. I am left with nauseating near-conviction that I am a member of the last generation in the history of the world that is minimally truly free."
Donald Sensing

"The only way to live free is to live unobserved."
Etienne de la Boiete

"History does not long entrust the care of freedom to the weak or the timid."
Dwight D. Eisenhower

"To put it simply, the Left is the stupid and the insane, led by the evil. You can’t persuade the stupid or the insane and you had damn well better fight the evil."
Skeptic

"There is no better way to stamp your power on people than through the dead hand of bureaucracy. You cannot reason with paperwork."
David Black, from Turn Left For Gibraltar

"If the laws of God and men, are therefore of no effect, when the magistracy is left at liberty to break them; and if the lusts of those who are too strong for the tribunals of justice, cannot be otherwise restrained than by sedition, tumults and war, those seditions, tumults and wars, are justified by the laws of God and man."
John Adams

"The limits of tyranny are prescribed by the endurance of those whom they oppress."
Frederick Douglass

"Give me the media and I will make of any nation a herd of swine."
Joseph Goebbels

“I hope we once again have reminded people that man is not free unless government is limited. There’s a clear cause and effect here that is as neat and predictable as a law of physics: As government expands, liberty contracts.”
Ronald Reagan

"Ain't no misunderstanding this war. They want to rule us and aim to do it. We aim not to allow it. All there is to it."
NC Reed, from Parno's Peril

"I just want a government that fits in the box it originally came in."
Bill Whittle

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