Peanut’s revenge

Speaking to us from beyond the grave.


Can there be any serious doubt about what’s going on here? I THINK NOT. Thank you, Peanut!

(Via Ace)

4
3
1
1

Memezapoppin’!

Welcome to this week’s installment of our Wednesday meme feature, folks. Links to the “found via” sources will be attached to the specific MiQ’s (Memes in Question) whenever I can remember them, which likely won’t be very often. Only the first two memes will appear above the fold to save on bandwidth usage, since I assume not everybody who shows up at this here websty will want to see all of them. This intro will appear at the top of each week’s Memezapoppin’! post. Enjoy, funny-pitcher lovers.

Continue reading Memezapoppin’!

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.

1
1

APOCALYPSE NOW!

I love the smell of liberal tears in the morning. Smells like…victory.

Update! Insty:

SO KAMALA DIDN’T SPEAK LAST NIGHT, AND DIDN’T CALL TRUMP TO CONCEDE. A (female) friend messages: “Charming that the Democrats have twice put up a woman against Trump, who gets too drunk the night of elections to give a concession speech.”

They’re not sending their best people. Or heck, maybe they are . . .

Heh. Indeed.

Updated update! Just hit me that I’ve gotta get busy getting the Scrooge Picard theme up and running quick as I can. Why, you ask? Because for once, Christmas truly did come early this year, of course. 😉

3
4
2

Thank You African American Elon Musk!

The role played by Musk in this election, starting with enforcing free speech on twitter, then endorsing Trump is HUGE.

And –

The Senate goes to the Trump led Republican party, and the house is now projected to remain in the republican hands by 1 vote.

It is a complete sweep, the greatest comeback in history. It vindicates every single person that just kept working to defeat the marxist cabal.

Congratulations to America, and thank you to President Donald Trump – they have tried to jail him, bankrupt him, and murder him – and they failed.

Fight, Fight, Fight

3
2

And now for something completely different…

It begins this way:

On a day when everybody’s going to be blathering on about elections and voting and partisanship, I figured we could all do with something completely different.

Said a mouthful there, Peter. The video he embeds, a NatGeo doc called Billy & Molly: An Otter Love Story, is also available on YewToob here, and is simply beyond heartwarming—just a wonderful story. Such a welcome relief from the tedious bullshit that is “American” “elections” nowadays, providing a lively contrast with last week’s P’nut the Squirrel abomination. Narrated by Billy’s bemused wife, Billy & Molly… is slam-full of lushly beautiful Shetland Islands scenery, and tells a story that’s bound to touch anyone with a properly-functioning soul deeply. Not to be missed. As one of Peter’s commenters snarks, thank God Billy and Molly aren’t in New York.

1

The Daily Donnybrook, and other fine things

Welcome to Ye Aulde Colde Furye Blogge’s shiny new open-comments thread, where y’all can have at it as you wish, on any topic you like. Do note that the official CF comments policy remains in effect here, as enumerated in the left sidebar. All new posts will appear below this one. There will be blood…

Mike @Substack


New Eyrie posts go up every Monday and Friday, although the time of day may (and most likely will) vary. Mike’s latest Eyrie offering is available for perusal here: A look in the mirror.

Please do consider subscribing to The Eyrie, gang; subscribers receive email notification whenever each new post goes live. All Eyrie articles are getatable (yes, that’s really a word—trust me!) for one and all to read and enjoy totally free of charge, regardless of subscription status. However, a paid sub is required to unlock commenting privileges—an almighty incentive to kick loose and chip in if ever there was one. Thanks!

Recent Comments:

  • PovertyInLuxury on When a throwaway song…isn’t: “You’d a been a rockstar in a Peterbuilt, eh Mack?Jun 20, 05:38
  • SteveF on When a throwaway song…isn’t: “Proving once again the unimpeachable veracity of the old saw that every songwriter’s process is different. Every creative person’s creative…Jun 19, 18:41
  • kennycan on When a throwaway song…isn’t: “I absolutely loved that song when it came out and that chordal opening (on guitar for the song on the…Jun 19, 17:18
  • Henry Cybulski on GOOOOOD squishy!: “Paul Simon is better songwriter, much better.Jun 19, 03:42
  • tominor on Ugh, ick, blecchh, YIKES!: “I dunno, I must confess to a certain hardness for the disturbing homoerotic fantasy I’m In Love With My Car. …Jun 18, 09:02
  • Barry on Sage advice: “That’s the truth of it. You could see that one from ten miles away.Jun 17, 23:39
  • Barry on GOOOOOD squishy!: “As with all lefties, I despise the SOB. However, even as musically uninclined as I am, I recognize the pure…Jun 17, 23:36
  • kennycan on Sage advice: “Well, Barry and I called it out real time as one of the most ridiculous and most disgusting political hit…Jun 17, 12:24

Webb’s ride

Low-mileage creampuff, only ever driven by Webb Pierce’s sainted mother from Pasadena to church on Sundays, never driven above 30 mph, engine oil change every 500 miles whether it needed one or not.

WebbPontiac 1.

WebbPontiac 2.

WebbPontiac 3.

According to commenter greg over at Phil and CedrQ’s hang, this righteous lead sled was designed and built by the justly famous Nudie Cohn, he of Nudie suit fame. If you click on over to the ‘Nuckles joint, you’ll also see a cpl-three memes which will be showing up in tonight’s Eyrie meme post, if my internet connection will ever stabilize long enough for me to upload and post the damned thing. It’s gotten so dicey around here Intarwebs-wise that in the last two days, I’ve burned through almost all of my high-speed data allotment using the phone for a hotspot.

Re my opening used-car salesman schpiel above, here’s the video backstory for Webb’s baby.

LOVE that song, it’s one of my all-time favorites. Go Granny go Granny go Granny GO!

1
1

Walk that walk

Having been taken somewhat aback by that strong, intelligent Drea de Matteo rant I posted the other day, I thought I’d do some Innarnuts sleuthing and edumacate myself a little about the woman. Turns out, her smackdown of limousine-liberal crawly thing Mark Cuban was definitely NOT a one-off.

‘Sopranos’ star Drea de Matteo says she never played Hollywood celebrity ‘game,’ made walking away easy
Drea de Matteo isn’t big on red carpets or hobnobbing with other celebrities.

The “Sopranos” star, 52, told Fox News Digital that walking away from the industry was “no big deal,” because she never really felt like she belonged in Hollywood in the first place. 

“You know, a lot of people ask me about getting canceled or getting kicked out of Hollywood or shunned. That never happened to me,” she explained. “I wasn’t in there to begin with. I’ve never been a Hollywood player. I’ve done a few acting parts of it on a few TV shows. I’ve done a good job. I even have, you know, some achievement awards and things. But like, I was never really in the industry.”

De Matteo, who played Adriana La Cerva on “The Sopranos,” explained that she has “never played the celebrity game.”

“I don’t own fancy purses and s— like that or walk red carpets. I don’t mingle with famous people. I don’t, it’s just not my world. So, for me to walk away from it, not a big deal.”

Right now, Matteo is focused on her new jewelry collection, which is part of her ULTRAFREE clothing line, joking that the tombstones in her new Tombstone line have name plates on them “in case you forget who you are, just take a look down there.”

Her Protection collection, she explained, has gun pendants.

“What’s funny about that right now is I always wore a revolver, a little tiny revolver with a pearl handle,” she said. “People would give them to me all the time, A, because my ex’s name was Shooter, and B, because I was on ‘The Sopranos,’ and I always wore a bullet hanging from my earring.”

Shooter, of course, would be Shooter Jennings—son of Outlaw Country legend Waylon—to whom Drea was married for a good few years and with whom she has one (1) daughter and one (1) son yclept, wonderfully, “Blackjack.” Now as Fate would have it, I myself have a wee bit of history with Shooter’s dad, to wit:

Just left of center, that’s moi with the facial hair standing behind none other than Ol’ Waylon hisself, who borrowed my black Tele with the fancy tortoise-shell pickguard for an extended jam session with the BPs at the buck-wild Days Of Thunder wrap party thrown by Tom Cruise back in…what, late 1989*, I guess it was? Jessi Colter is clapping along at extreme left, and of course that’s June Carter Cash and her notorious hubby off to the right. We were all so confusticated by the stage-full of country-music royalty we had up there with us we could barely even stand, much less play.

Why yes, it WAS one hell of a damned night, why do you ask?

Anyhoo, bless Drea de Matteo’s heart for speaking out the way she did, and for being the remarkable, level-headed fairer-sex ball o’ Hell she is. Verily, she stands out from the rest of the Tinseltown crowd like the Hope diamond in a red-clay mud bank.

*ERRATA: On further reflection, it musta been 1990, I suppose, since it was right after New Year’s, like January 3th. I remember we all assumed that the only movie types likely to attend would be crew, go-fers, caterers, local production staff, and such-like—surely the stars would have all flown back to H-wood for New Years Eve, right? WRONG! Tom Cruise, Robert Duvall, Duvall’s lovely Tango-dance instructor, and that big goof Randy Quaid shocked us all by showing up for the shindig. Duvall had slyly arranged to fly in the Cashes, Colter, and Jennings on the sneak as a surprise for Tom, see, without ever letting on; he had met those august personages during the filming of Tender Mercies and become good friends with them. I just about fell over in a dead faint when I saw that tall drink of water Johnny Effing Cash (!!!) come walking in as we were about to tear into our rendition of “Rock And Roll Ruby,” a staple of every BPs set in those days. The minute Cash realized what we were playing, he shot me a huge grin and ploughed thru the crowd to stage-front like Moses parting the Red Sea to take my termbling hand in that great big paw of his and compliment me in his deep, crooning drawl: “Ya sound reeaal gooood, son, just like we did forty years ago!” See, I didn’t know at the time that he had actually written the durn thing—hand to God, I had no idea when I introduced the song with an offhand, “This one goes out to the Man in Black!” Yep, that was one incredible night alright…

2
2
1

Just the facts, ma’am

Another Kumhaula/Doughboy lie shredded in one simple, easy-to-understand graphic.


Thanks to Larwyn for the steer.

2
1

Did this pathetic lush REALLY just say “cognitive degeneration”?

Seems like, yeah. Kudos for making the effort and all, Granny Boxwine, even if you couldn’t quite pull it off in the end.


Watching this, one could almost feel sorry for the raddled, failing, demented old haint. Almost.

(Via Insty)

1
1

Moar Peanut fallout

And how.

The murder of Peanut the Squirrel and Fred the Raccoon by the goons of New York State is an important and revealing story, not least because those who enjoy ill-treating animals smoothly advance to ill-treating people*.

Oh, but you’re worried about rabies? New York State has an accelerating rate of tuberculosis because “open borders” means no one has to undergo the health tests that I, as a reasonably disease-free Canadian and legal immigrant, had to go through. And indeed who’s really rabid here? Peanut and Fred? Or the foaming-at-the-mouth bureaucrats? At least in the more general sense of “extremely violent” and “going to extreme lengths” (Webster’s).

What explains such a perverse government priority? From a commenter at Ann Althouse’s website:

The squirrel was seen at the Capitol on January 6th.

But I wonder too if the fate of Peanut and Fred is not a metaphor for – and indeed a fearful premonition of – what is about to engulf America on Tuesday and in the days that follow. As you can see in that video retweeted by Elon Musk, Peanut provided hours of harmless pleasure to his over half-a-million followers on InstaGram – all fun and games, until a thug state decided to take him out – and that was that.

It’s pitiful to see defendants of the squirrel-killers (whose names should be known) make the case that the state executions were “legal”. That is not the distinction that applies here. Me exactly thirteen years ago – November 2011:

In my book, I also quote the writer George Jonas, back when the Royal Canadian Mounted Police were revealed to be burning down the barns of Quebec separatists: With his characteristic insouciance, the Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau responded that, if people were so bothered by illegal barn-burning by the Mounties, perhaps he would make it legal. Jonas pointed out that burning barns isn’t wrong because it’s illegal, it’s illegal because it’s wrong. A society that no longer understands that distinction is in deep trouble.

In the world they’re building before your eyes, you’re the squirrel and they’re the “conservationists”. Vote accordingly.

*[See, for example, the British state, which has just transferred Tommy Robinson to a prison with a forty per cent Muslim population and in which (during a previous incarceration) the Islamic gangs that run the place have already beaten the crap out of him. Much of the UK, US, Canada, etc are institutionally evil and need to be put down the way New York put down Peanut.]

Exactly, precisely so.

SIDE NOTE: Not that it matters terribly in view of, well, everything, but if the NY Post has it right, Mark Logan spells/spelled it P’nut. I’ll probably weave drunkenly betwixt the two spellings, but you’ll know what I’m talking about anyway, I trust.

P’nut the Squirrel’s grieving owner says he was treated like a ‘terrorist’ in 5-hour raid by NY state
An upstate man whose beloved squirrel was cruelly killed by the state said he was treated like a “terrorist” when 10 government agents descended on his home during a five-hour raid. Mark Longo, whose pet P’nut captured the hearts of 3 million social media users, was stunned when a convoy of vehicles carrying officials from the state departments of Environmental Conservation and Health arrived at his Pine City home Wednesday.

Longo, 34, cared for “P’Nut” for more than seven years, rescuing him when his mother was hit by a car.

“We rehabbed him for eight months, we released him for a day and a half, but he ended up getting attacked. He never developed the instincts to survive outside,” Longo told The Post.

P’nut slept in his own room in their house in Pine City, just south of Elmira, NY.

Fred arrived four months ago, after being dropped off at their front door, and split time between an outdoor enclosure and a room in their residence.

P’nut and Fred were targeted, and not other animals living on the 350-acre property, because they lived indoors.

P’nut was a star on Instagram, Facebook, and TikTok. Even Elon Musk paid tribute to him on X today.

One post said, “President @realDonaldTrump will save the squirrels” and another lamented, “Government overreach kidnapped an orphan squirrel and executed him.”

“My phone is blowing up from people around the country saying how much they loved P’nut,” Longo said. “I have people who call me and cry more than I do.”

Crucial bits coming up, boldface mine.

The DEC said in a statement obtained by WETM that the raid was in response to complaints about Fred, the raccoon, but Longo claimed they used him as an excuse to get P’nut.

“The only time I ever talked to the DEC prior to this was when they got complaints from anonymous people on the internet for P’nut about five or six months ago and that was before Fred,” he said. “They used Fred as their go-to to get into my house.”

The DEC claimed P’nut bit one of its officials on the hand during the raid, but Longo said he did not witness that and that the officials’ hands were heavily protected.

“I watched everybody put gloves on before they entered my house. They had gloves that you get an eagle to land on,” he said.

Re: those last two boldfaced items, the DEC pussyfarts are quite obviously lying. Re: the first two, the cowardly anonymous complainants ought never to know another day’s peace for the rest of their worthless lives as far as I’m concerned. Which, to that end:

There appears to be some question as to whether this Keasler bint is actually one of the aforementioned complainants, although Twitchy questions the questioners:

UPDATE:

There are some people claiming it’s not her, although nuking all of her socials does not usually indicate innocence BUT we’re fair so we thought we’d share, just in case:

Follows, a vid from a friend of Keasler’s who makes a not entirely convincing case that she didn’t do it, but fair enough. This evil bitch, on the other hand, is incontrovertibly guilty as sin.

Gee, SHE doesn’t look like she has a lot to compensate for via killing people’s beloved pets, does she? Just what is it with these jackbooted thugs’ compulsion to kill pets, anyhow? I copped the above image from the reliably brilliant John Carter, Warlord of Barsoom, who has plenty to say in his own right about this abominable mess.

Squirrel!
Safety first means nothing is safe.

This isn’t the first time that the dead hand of the zombie state has murdered innocent animal friends for the crime of being cared for without a permit.

The obvious line to take on this is that the government can’t seem to prevent illegal migrants from pouring across our various borders (indeed, it subsidizes them), while it will go all hands on deck to assassinate an illegal squirrel and his raccoon friend, but this is just anarchotyranny for you. This story isn’t really about the prefix of that portmanteau. It’s about the suffix.

We live in a society in which a vengeful busybody on the other side of the country can anonymously harness the implacable machinery of the state to ruin the lives of people they’ve never met, who are generally powerless to do anything to obtain satisfaction from the faceless bullies hiding within the miasma of the permanent bureaucracy.

We live in this kind of society because we have allowed our natural liberties to be nibbled away at, a little bit here and a little bit there, until there is practically nothing left of them. Like Gulliver, we are held down by thousands of tiny threads, a net of laws and regulations, all of them enacted ‘for our safety’.

We have put Safety First, and if safety comes first, it necessarily follows that everything else comes after safety. There is no price too high for safety, and so we pay everything for it.

No one believes that Peanut’s death made the world any safer, including the anonymous stool pigeon that sicced the NYDEC on him, or the mouth-breathing toughs sent by the NYDEC.

Peanut’s death was about power. The state’s goons got to rip apart someone’s house and snuff out the lives of helpless cute animals, which made them feel powerful, and the snitch got to snicker from the sidelines, which made her feel powerful.

Safety is just the excuse. It is a very effective excuse, one that the managerial state and its cultists and clients in the general population adore, because it morally disarms all opposition to their tyranny. It gives them all the cover they need. “I’m doing this because I like ripping the wings off of butterflies” doesn’t have quite the same ring as “I’m doing this to keep you safe from the butterflies”. No one has ever been hurt by a butterfly, you say? Well, perhaps, but you never know. If it saves even one life!

This plague of safetyism infects everything.

Indeed it does. Trust me when I assure you that you really, really don’t want to miss a single word of Jeddak Carter’s typically dead-on essay, folks. As for that fat Karenness in the frumpy, frowsy neo-Gestapo threads pictured above, may her office phone be ringing off the fucking hook tomorrow morning with calls from righteously pissed-off people who are definitely NOT friends of either her or her loathsome Department.

One last important point, though: in the end, it isn’t the person in the office that’s the real problem here; t’is hers, t’was his, t’will soon be some other trash’s, to misquote the Bard. No, the real problem is the office itself, that it even exists in the first goddamned place. As long as it does, there will always be some vicious, heartless bureau-creep waiting with bated breath to fill the seat of Too Much Power and get busy making decent peoples’ lives miserable to the greatest extent they can contrive.

Update! Amy Curtis unloads in an extensive Twitter/X thread, and it’s a joy and a wonder to behold.

Here’s why Peanut and Fred have become such a rallying point for people:

We aren’t suddenly in love with a squirrel and a raccoon.

They represent the problems of a very broken, petty government.

That’s just for openers; this is another one of which you very much need to read the all. Curtis really says it all here, and says it extremely well, too. Elsewhere, Francis also nails it clean and tight.

Why did those arrogant bastards of the New York Department of Environmental Conservation seize and execute Peanut and his confrere, Fred the Raccoon? The rationalizations are plain: Mark Longo didn’t have a permit for them; there were allegations that Peanut and Fred were “unsafe;” there were anonymous complaints about “wildlife gone wild;” the state is responsible for “rabies control.” None of them hold water for five seconds. Here is the real reason:

BECAUSE THEY COULD.

They could do so without fear for their lives, their fortunes, their careers, or their ability to sleep at night. Doing anything justifiable — e.g., tracking down some actual abusers of animals and hauling them before a court – would have involved a lot more work, and possibly some personal danger. Hey, officer safety! That’s the mantra, don’t y’know. It’s not just cops who chant it to themselves and one another.

Mark Longo and Peanut were safe and easy targets. For one thing, Peanut had a social media presence. They knew where he lived. For another, Longo, a well-known animal-rescue activist, was highly unlikely to resist them with force. So they chose to go after the felonious squirrel rather than some more problematic target. Got to do something to justify their salaries and benefits, right?

They could. So they did.

It is to our everlasting shame and disgrace that this should be so, but yeppers, that’s about the size of it.

Updated update! Another longish Tweet, from which I’ll just go ahead and C&P the text entire and not bother embedding.

Let me tell you a short story. My wife had an uncle. “Had”, because he lived in a tony upscale suburban enclave, and he rescued wildlife. He didn’t have a sanctuary, or a farm. He just helped local animals in need as he came across them.

One of his neighbors complained repeatedly. So much so that they eventually said the right combination of words, and a SWAT team was dispatched to her uncle’s house in the wee hours.

They breached his house. They deployed tear gas.

Her uncle, completely confused and taken by surprise, grabbed his pistol, hid in his bedroom, and called 911.

My wife discovered the death of her uncle by coming across the story in the media, including the full 911 recording that contained the audio of the execution of her uncle by one of the SWAT members, while he cowered behind his bed, in his own bedroom, begging to anyone who would listen — on the phone or in the room — to be told what was going on.

All because he cared for injured animals, and because his leftist neighbors were…well, leftist neighbors.

So, you tell me.

The P’Nut saga is by no means a new one, alas for us all.

Update to the updated update! Having seen some moaning and groaning here and there about the folly of everyone getting all het up over a friggin’ tree rat, of all things, when there are so many way more important issues confronting us, I can only say that if you can’t see that the P’nut story is in fact EVERYTHING—the whole fucking magilla, the underlying cause of ALL our woes wrapped up in one ugly, too-representative package with a big ol’ bow on top—there’s probably no hope for you, I’m afraid.

As Fran suggests in the post excerpted above, one never knows which falling rock will be the one that kicks off the avalanche. If, against all odds, mass outrage over the undeserved fate of poor P’nut the squirrel turns out to be the impetus for a much-needed and long-overdue settling of accounts with the dimestore dictators who would be the lords and masters of us lesser mortals…well hey, fine by me, I’m good with it.

Throughout the ages Final Straws have come in assorted shapes and sizes; the trick has always been in knowing ‘em when ya sees ‘em, then disporting your Serf Class selves accordingly. To date, the historical record tells us that your average Mark 1-Mod-0 tinpot tyrant will either wittingly decide to ignore them or just miss them altogether each and every time, to his tremendous cost.

Updates, forsooth! The very latest, via WRSA.

Updated info on the wrongfully euthanized squirrel Peanut, & raccoon Fred…

Some ridiculous judge DID sign a warrant. For a squirrel? On a called -in “complaint” by this photog Monica Keasler to the DEC, for unknown reasons. The woman proceeded to brag on her now deleted FB account – she’s also ditched IG & Linked In because people found out who she is. 

Reviewing facts, it’s a pathetic case of government waste, overreach, & misuse of resources.

These people rescued & raised Peanut as an orphaned kit. They had him for 7 years. The man created an animal rescue sanctuary as a result, and had allll the app. process done, & it was SIGNED. The only thing waiting on approval was an enclosure. This animal was not capable of wild survival. They tried that initially, but Peanut came back with injuries. Some rescued wildlife is not releasable – this is exactly why rehab sanctuaries will keep select animals after rehab capability is maxed. 

A few potential reasons: 

Missing limbs
Birds with lack of flight
Loss of vision or hearing
Predators unable to hunt sufficiently 
Prey unable to evade predators 
Failure to thrive due to health deficits
Captivity-raised lack of survival instincts
Conditions requiring ongoing medication

This RAID involved making the victims sit outside their home for 5 hours while these maniacs tore up everything. They were denied the right to call legal counsel. Feds went thru closets, leaving a complete mess. They broke soap bottles in the bathroom. They took apart the man’s TOILET upon escorting him before he could use it because apparently there could be some important squirrel propaganda hidden in there (I’m assuming in the tank). 😒 Please make it make sense.

Oh, THAT ain’t gonna happen, Miz Tala. Plenty more left at the link, so yet again: Read. It. ALL.

2
2

Smash the State

Oh noes, looks like Trump has murdered poor Peanut the Squirrel! You may laugh, but t’ain’t funny, McGee: you know as well as I do that it will be tomorrow morning’s NYT headline, and the subject of the next Kumhaula for ***”pResident”*** ad.


Operative words in this next one: “We complied.” That was your mistake, bud. NEVER comply with the whims of dictators and tyrants.


Happily, the squirrels know the appropriate response to murderous oppression. If only we humans were as intelligent as our furry four-legged friends.

You go, gi…uhhh, squirrels! Via Ed, an explainer for why this seemingly insignificant story really does matter.

In the midst of the decisive election campaign of our lifetimes, why talk about Peanut the Squirrel? Aren’t there more important issues like the polls, turnout, shenanigans, and all the day’s news?

Actually, the Peanut saga is the WHOLE story, in a nutshell.

Yeah, yeah, sorry. Onwards.

Yes, all those things matter. But the story of Peanut matters because it is a microcosm of what we are facing. A nameless, faceless, and merciless bureaucracy with no sense of proportion or empathy can, at a whim, upend people’s lives over what amounts to nothing. It can seize a beloved family pet, the mascot of an organization that does enormous good, just because some nanny-stater decides they don’t approve.

The streets of New York City are filled with criminals and migrants, billions are spent on hotel rooms for illegals, drugs are ravaging our communities, and lawlessness is spreading in ways that degrade our civilization. Those are big problems that are difficult to deal with, so the government turns its Sauron eye to Peanut because it can overwhelm the little guy with no problem.

Improving people’s lives is hard. Killing a squirrel is easy.

And far more satisfying to the kind of miserable parasite you find burrowed deeply into all goobermint bureaucracies, too.

We all get overwhelmed by the enormous challenges we face, but we can all understand the story of a squirrel. In our guts, we know what happened is wrong–what we need to understand is that this is how government works as often as not. The ostensible reason behind the raid and 5-hour squirrel (and raccoon) hunt in a man’s home is that Peanut could have rabies, and rabies control is a government function.

Oh, absolutely! Says so right there in the, um, Constitution. Not that anybody cares about that old thing anymore. Bottom line? Just this.

Fighting rabies in the wild is hard, and it is MUCH easier to euthanize a squirrel that lives indoors and could not possibly have rabies. Eight government employees can waste a day ransacking a man’s house, kill a squirrel, and call it a day without having to do anything that actually makes the public safer. Win!

PREACH it, bruh!


The last word is DOA’s.

“Whatcha gonna do with your head in a noose,” indeed. Although Joey Shithead’s response is “I DON’T KNOOOOW,” I most certainly do: nothing, that’s what.

2
1

Didn’t see THIS one coming

Bill “The meaning of the word IS” Clinton, telling the God’s honest truth without somebody holding a loaded pistol against his temple, about anything at all? If you’d told me thirty years ago this day would come, I’da laughed in your face and said you were an escapee from the Ha-Ha Hotel, on the lam from the boys with the butterfly nets and those odd jackets with the straps that buckle at the back. I mean, just…just…WOW.


“Show more” workaround:

“And the only time Yasser Arafat didn’t tell me the truth was when he promised me he was gonna accept the peace deal that we had worked out, which would have given the Palestinians a state on 96% of the West Bank and 4% of Israel, and they got to choose where the 4% of Israel was. So they would have the effect of the same land of all the West Bank. They would have a capital in East Jerusalem.

 I can hardly talk about this…. And they would have equal access all day every day to the security towers that Israel maintained all through the West Bank up to the Golan Heights.

All this was offered, including, I will say it again, a capital in East Jerusalem and 2 of the 4 quadrants of the old city of Jerusalem, confirmed by the Israeli prime minister, Ehud Barak, and his cabinet. And they said no. 

And I think part of it is that Hamas did not care about a homeland for the Palestinians. They wanted to kill Israelis and make Israel uninhabitable. 

Well, I got news for them, they were there first before their faith existed.

They were there. In the time of King David, in the southern most tribes, Hadjardia and Samaria.”

The truth, the whole truth, and nuttin’ but the truth. From the mouth of a Clinton, yet. Man alive, “unexpected” doesn’t even BEGIN to cover it.

3

CF Archives

Categories

Comments policy

NOTE: In order to comment, you must be registered and approved as a CF user. Since so many user-registrations are attempted by spam-bots for their own nefarious purposes, YOUR REGISTRATION MAY BE ERRONEOUSLY DENIED.

If you are in fact a legit hooman bean desirous of registering yourself a CF user name so as to be able to comment only to find yourself caught up as collateral damage in one of my irregularly (un)scheduled sweeps for hinky registration attempts, please shoot me a kite at the email addy over in the right sidebar and let me know so’s I can get ya fixed up manually.

ALSO NOTE: You MUST use a valid, legit email address in order to successfully register, the new anti-spam software I installed last night requires it. My thanks to Barry for all his help sorting this mess out last night.

Comments appear entirely at the whim of the guy who pays the bills for this site and may be deleted, ridiculed, maliciously edited for purposes of mockery, or otherwise pissed over as he in his capricious fancy sees fit. The CF comments section is pretty free-form and rough and tumble; tolerance level for rowdiness and misbehavior is fairly high here, but is NOT without limit.

Management is under no obligation whatever to allow the comments section to be taken over and ruined by trolls, Leftists, and/or other oxygen thieves, and will take any measures deemed necessary to prevent such. Conduct yourself with the merest modicum of decorum, courtesy, and respect and you'll be fine. Pick pointless squabbles with other commenters, fling provocative personal insults, issue threats, or annoy the host (me) and...you won't.

Should you find yourself sanctioned after running afoul of the CF comments policy as stated and feel you have been wronged, please download and complete the Butthurt Report form below in quadruplicate; retain one copy for your personal records and send the others to the email address posted in the right sidebar.

Please refrain from whining, sniveling, and/or bursting into tears and waving your chubby fists around in frustrated rage, lest you suffer an aneurysm or stroke unnecessarily. Your completed form will be reviewed and your complaint addressed whenever management feels like getting around to it. Thank you.

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"

"Mike Hendrix is, without a doubt, the greatest one-legged blogger in the world." ‐Henry Chinaski

Subscribe to CF!

Support options

Shameless begging

If you enjoy the site, please consider donating:

Correspondence

Email addy: mike-at-this-url dot etc

All e-mails assumed to be legitimate fodder for publication, scorn, ridicule, or other public mockery unless specified as private by the sender

Allied territory

Alternatives to shitlib social media: A few people worth following on Gab:

Fuck you

Kill one for mommy today! Click to embiggen

Notable Quotes

"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

Claire's Cabal—The Freedom Forums

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

Best of the best

Finest hosting service

Image swiped from The Last Refuge

2016 Fabulous 50 Blog Awards

RSS feed

RSS - entries - Entries
RSS - entries - Comments

Boycott the New York Times -- Read the Real News at Larwyn's Linx

Copyright © 2026