Gilbert Gottfried, one of my all-time favorite comedians, has died aged 67 (my age ATOW), from complications caused by muscular dystrophy.
There was and is nobody more cruel and nastier than Gilbert. Here’s one example (and is VVNSFW).
And my favorite line of his, conducting an imaginary interview of Jackie Onassis:
“So… do remember what you were doing on the day..?”
I am SO going to miss him. R.I.P.
Good grief. In talking about some shady assholes who have been bribing SecServ agents, we find this laughable part:
Second, they were heavily armed:
[F]irearms and ammunition were seized. Specifically, a Glock 19 9mm handgun loaded with 17 rounds of ammunition, including one in the chamber, seven rounds of .308 caliber ammunition, and an ammunition box with over 35 rounds of handgun ammunition…
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Law enforcement also seized firearm components typically used with long guns or assault rifles including, among other things: (1) a firearm barrel of an unknown caliber; (2) weapon stock attachments1; (3) foregrips2; (4) pistol grips; (5) a magazine cartridge; and (5) scope(s). In addition, law enforcement recovered a spotting scope, which can be used in a sniper/spotter team.
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law enforcement seized a Sig Sauer P229 with five fully loaded magazines, containing a total of 61 rounds.
Heavily armed?
Lemme see… in my immediate reach as I sit here in my armchair, I have a 1911 with one loaded mag in the gun, one round in the pipe and another three mags next to it (33 rounds), and a S&W 637 with a loaded cylinder and two speedloaders (15 rounds).
Five steps away in one direction will get me to a pump shotgun (5 rounds) and an AK-47 (60 rounds in three mags), as well as to a loaded Browning High Power and four spare mags (46 rounds). Don’t ask what happens if I manage to open Safe #1.
Five steps in the other direction (I live in a small apartment) is a little less promising, with only a loaded S&W .357 Mag revolver (Ye Olde Beddesyde Gunne) with four speedloaders (30 rounds total).
And by the way: seven whole rounds of .308 Win, and three dozen handgun rounds in an ammo can? My God, it’s… an arsenal!
Which leads me to the contents of Ye Olde Ammoe Locquere, which are nunya, but I can assure you that it contains a little bit more than three dozen rounds. (Even after Doc Russia and Mr. Free Market tried manfully to deplete my supplies a couple weeks back…)
Finally, I have more gun-related stuff in any one of my “Gun Junk” trunks than these mopes have. Including spotter scopes, bipods, grips, stocks and rifle scopes. And bayonets, too.
I don’t own any brass knuckles, because I prefer sap gloves.
Good thing I’m not working for Iran and bribing Secret Service agents, then.
So we have this, NYfC’s response to the Florida Child Protection law:
Hmmmm… anyone care to come bail me out if I go there and call their mayor a stupid nigger?
As though we haven’t had enough of our beloved English language (words like “gay”) being appropriated (and not in a good way) by the forces of Communism, Greens and the LGBTOSTFU movement* (some overlap; quite a lot, actually), now we have to deal with the degeneration of the word “grooming” — an excellent description of what we do to make our appearance pleasing to the eye, and ditto to dogs, horses and such. Now we have to use the word to describe the disgusting, perverted way in which pedophiles and the Education Establishment (also, some overlap) set about corrupting young people so that these sick individuals can play out their depraved sexual fantasies on children’s bodies.
It’s only been a couple of days since I was at the range, and already I can feel my trigger-finger twitching.
My suggestion: make child molestation a capital offense, and shoot / hang / [your suggestion here] these bastards whenever they’re caught.
And people in league with child molesters (the “groomers”) should face life sentences in prison, without parole.
We’d be doing it For The Children©, literally.
Argue the point with me, I dare you.
Ah yes, the conveniently-unsolved murder, a favorite of the Federal Alphabet Agencies:
Here the FBI swiftly arrests a Colombian national for a crime committed in Haiti, a foreign nation. On the other hand, in two years, the FBI has made no arrests in the murder of Philip Haney, a former DHS whistleblower gunned down in Amador County California, USA.
The FBI has Haney’s thumb drives, computer and documents, but no word what those might contain. In similar style, the FBI remains silent on any leads or persons of interest in the case. The Amador sheriff would like to know, and so would Haney’s friends and relatives, along with members of the public concerned about radical Islamic terrorism.
Based on developments so far, it would be hard to blame them for considering another possibility. Maybe the FBI and Homeland Security Investigations have [the late] Philip Haney right where they want him.
And law enforcement wonders why the American public is starting to hate them back…
You know, it’s one thing when Olde Pharttes like me are whacked by the Rona; but this is just horrible:
Britain’s oldest pub has called time after more than 1,000 years
— due to the Covid pandemic
Ale was first served at Ye Olde Fighting Cocks in 793 but sadly the popular boozer has been unable to withstand the struggles of the past two years.
The pub in St Albans, Herts, has survived wars, plagues and previous economic crises. But landlord Christo Tofalli said he was walking away because the pandemic had been “devastating”.
He added: “I have tried everything to keep this pub going. However, the past two years have defeated all of us who have been trying our hardest to ensure the pub could continue. It goes without saying I am heartbroken.”
The much-loved landlord, who has run the venue for a decade, has been inundated with messages of support from around the world since his company went into administration.
“Messages of support?” What about financial support?
Here’s yet another reason I would like to win a huge lottery: I’d buy The Fighting Cocks (was there ever a name better chosen to get the hippies upset?), run it at a loss until business picked back up, and then give it back to the owner, who seems to be more than a decent sort.
And don’t talk to me about having the National fucking Trust step in to save this historic building. First thing these wokist twats would do is change the name (because animal croolty), and then ban the sale of booze on the property. Fuckers.
No, the Brits need to get behind this most excellent cause, with the rallying cry of
It deserves no less.