Heard on a radio show the morning after a tornado hit north Dallas and took out houses in Preston Hollow, a ritzy neighborhood:
“That area’s so exclusive, even the Fire Department’s phone number is unlisted.”
This happened about ten miles south of us, which sounds close but isn’t. (Plano seldom gets hit by violent storms, possibly because the insurance payouts would put the companies out of business. Worst that ever happened to our old Plano house was a tree getting decapitated in the front yard, and on another occasion, high winds driving the rain sideways into the roof, lifting shingles and causing a leak indoors.)
Night before last, the only thing that happened to us was a momentary power failure — enough to make my garage door opener lock up, and the electric security gate ditto. Enter manual labor (not mine, the Mexican maintenance team’s).
Oh, yeah: President Trump was in Dallas for a campaign stop a couple days ago, but the two events are probably coincidental, no matter what the Jackals Of The Press may say.
And if yesterday’s rants about Commies weren’t enough for you, we have this excellent sentiment from the normally-imperturbable Glenn Reynolds, commenting on this bullshit:
Marxists are trash, who in a just world would be treated like Nazis, their moral equivalents.
I think I’ll ask him if I can make a t-shirt with that on it.
From Stephen Green at PJM:
My AR-15 weighs about 7.5 pounds unloaded, and a bit more with a 10- or 30-round magazine filled with common .223 rounds. Or rather I should say it did, before I lost it and my banned 30-round magazines in a tragic fishing accident shortly before Colorado’s 30-round magazine ban went into effect.
Seems that people need to exercise more caution with their guns when going fishing, O My Readers, because Stephen’s isn’t the first time I’ve come across this sad story. In fact, my own beloved Hungarian-made AMD 65 (with the doubleplusungood folding stock) met a similar fate on the Brazos (or maybe it was the Trinity) River some time ago — I’m a forgetful old man, and I don’t remember exactly when it happened; a week ago? last year? sometime during the spring, and if so, which spring? When you get to my advanced age, the days, weeks, months and years tend to all blur together into one messy soup of half-remembered events… hell, maybe it wasn’t even an AMD-65 at all, but a Romanian SAR-1, something like this one:
Terrible thing, this forgetfulness.
Feel free to share your own tragic tales, in Comments. If you can remember them.
From American Greatness:
The Left with its endemic moral relativism makes today’s Democratic Party incapable of recognizing that we have a civilization and that it has enemies.
And the article is correct when it points out that gun control is what’s left when you can’t bring yourself to address the problem of crime seriously.
An even bigger point: the Socialist candidates — all of them — are supporting the release of a large number of criminals just because the prison population is disproportionately Black (tokenism at its finest).
I leave it to your imagination as to what would happen if these rancid fools came to power and simultaneously took guns out of the hands of law-abiding citizens while releasing a large number of felons from prison, not to mention throwing open our borders to anyone who wants to come into the country — all while depending on a police force weakened and demoralized by incessant charges of racism and prejudice to somehow keep order.
Where have we seen this before? Oh yes… that would be Britishland, where the government and police force have pretty much given up on property crime, and watch helplessly as police cars are torched.
From American Greatness:
Good for him. Now all he has to do is not step on his dick by supporting stupid and meaningless gun control initiatives.
And as for their article’s main thesis (about his supporters being “Trumped out”):
“I’ve not drunk instant coffee since 1972. And even then, it was under duress.” — Liz Jones
My date was 1992 — because like Liz, I came from an instant-coffee culture. And it took emigration to break the ghastly spell. Now, I can’t even stand the smell of the swill.