First we see this (no links):
…and then we see this:
The first headline makes me want to sharpen my bayonet; the second makes me giggle like a little schoolgirl.
Afterthought: Possession of an AK-47 is illegal in Frankistan, so that gun control law is obviously working well.
Not a shooting this time; but it reminds me of the old saying, “If guns are outlawed, may we use swords?”
Seems as though some asswipe was hassling a couple on a NYC subway train, and when the hassling became dangerous, the male of the couple produced a knife and stuck it in the choirboy’s chest, the latter assuming room temperature soon thereafter.
But wait! There’s more!
Of course, because this happened in NYfC, Our Hero was arrested and the fuzz set about charging him with murder, unlawful use of a kitchen implement, terminal frightening or whatever stupid laws they have in New York these days.
BUT: after reviewing all the facts, all charges were dropped because, and I quote,
“Under New York law, a person is justified in using deadly physical force when they reasonably believe it is necessary to use such force to defend themselves or others from imminent use of deadly or unlawful physical force.”
Sounds more like Texas or Florida than NYFC, but whatever.
And speaking of quotes, let’s hear it from the late choirboy’s family:
Ouedraogo’s younger sister Marina said she believes the dismissal was “just wrong,” The New York Times reported. “It is sending a signal that basically any one of us can carry a weapon.”
Well, yeah… welcome to the Second Amendment, honey.
That’s what’s going to happen to this poor guy’s business:
A women’s spa, where nudity is compulsory, has been ordered by a judge to admit pre-op trans women with penises after an activist complained when the owner tried to ban them.
Of course, where else but in the Blue Northwest?
The family-owned spa, which has a branch on the outskirts of Seattle and one in Tacoma, is modeled on Jjimjilbang – sex-segregated bath houses in Korea – and offers monthly memberships and day passes.
Needless to say, real women — i.e. those without dangling bits — are probably going to stop frequenting this spa because they don’t want to see hairy penises in a girls-only haven, and the place will soon have to close.
All because some blue-haired trannie freak felt slighted.
In the old days… let me not go there. On the other hand, why the hell not?
I hadn’t heard of this one before:
Gov. Greg Abbott (R-TX) has approved a plan to disrupt Rio Grande crossings from Mexico to his state by illegal immigrants. His plan is to use a 1,000-foot “marine floating barrier” to visibly block key sections of the river most immigrants have to cross to enter the United States illegally.
The Center for Immigration Studies said the system is made up of large floating balls that spin to keep people from getting on. And while good swimmers can dive under them, “the whole design is to block the thousands, not the one” who can swim under, a state official told CIS. What’s more, the state is also considering hanging “webbing” under the water barrier to make it hard to dive past.
Okay… I’ll be curious to see if this works.
It’s probably cheaper and simpler to implement than my plan involving a few thousand Nile crocodiles, anyway. Or landmines on the opposite bank.
I read this report about Jeffrey Epstein’s ex-lover/procurer Ghislaine Maxwell’s problems in jail, and am faced — as the title suggests — with conflicting feelings.
On the one hand, there’s that savage feeling of satisfaction that this daughter of privilege is getting her just deserts for a life of deviancy and enabling, while on the other hand I actually feel some sympathy for her plight, because — let’s be honest — feral Cuban criminals probably shouldn’t be in a minimum-security facility in the first place.
And I still think that Maxwell is just the fall “guy”, the person that the government had to go after because Epstein was unavailable for prosecution by having been murdered in his prison cell. Somebody had to go to jail for all those girls whose lives were ruined by a bunch of child molestors and their hangers-on (Bills Clinton and Gates, to name but two of many), and in Epstein’s stead was Ghislaine Maxwell.
I still want to learn the names of all the people (okay, mostly men) who were on Epstein’s client list and were frequent fliers on his Molestation Express jet.
But, as someone else said, “they” can’t go after the rapists on that list because “they” are actually the rapists.
I’d love to know the truth of this whole sorry episode, and the reason I’m kinda in Maxwell’s corner is because I know that if she ever looks like uncovering the rapists, she’ll be Epsteined as fast as he was.
Maybe even by “violent Cuban inmates”.
Then there’s this little snippet:
About 30 tons — or 60,000 pounds — of ammonium nitrate went missing from a rail car during transit.
Well now: either a couple of farmers have adopted a DIY attitude towards beating the rising costs of fertilizer, or else someone’s planning a party, Timothy McVeigh-style.
The way I feel about our beloved government right now, I find myself feeling curiously… how can I put this? — neutral? uncaring? apathetic?
That kinda thing. Anyway:
The company was shipping the ammonium nitrate in pellet form and believes it may have begun falling out of the rail car at some point during the trip, a Dyno Nobel spokesman told KQED.
“The railcar was sealed when it left the Cheyenne facility, and the seals were still intact when it arrived in Saltdale [Calif.]. The initial assessment is that a leak through the bottom gate on the railcar may have developed in transit,” the spokesperson told the station.
Why, it’s quite the Agatha Christie “locked room” mystery.
And let’s never rule out plain old incompetence, where someone just forgot to lock the delivery spigot underneath the car.