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Crime, Marxists, Politics

Here’s one of life’s little ironies which will be totally lost on… well, you’ll see.

Apparently, some dickhead made a fool of himself outside a Congressional rep’s house, making death threats and various racial slurs, all while carrying a gun.

We know nothing about Dickhead, but we know quite a bit about the politician, who is an extreme socialist and Indian immigrant named Pramila Jayapal.  Jayapal is one of the leading lights of Seattle’s left-wing residents (no small achievement, that), who was (and is) a strong supporter of defunding police and of BLM in general.

So what did our cop-hating lady socialist do when said dickhead made his appearance outside her house, wanting to send her back to India or else kill her?

Of course:  she called the cops.

The Seattle cops have no sense of humor, of course, so they raced over and arrested the schmuck.

Had I been a Seattle cop, I would have taken my sweet time to get there — observing the speed limit, stopping for a bathroom break while taking the most circuitous route possible, and finally:  letting Dickhead go with a warning (he was carrying, but not brandishing his pistol) — all so this dreadful Commie could come face to face with some of the consequences of her own political positions that she inflicts on others.

I don’t know whether this foul bitch is on record for supporting the “activism” outside the various Supreme Court justices’ homes, but I’ll put money on the likelihood that she does.

So it’s all the more ironic when yet another of her positions comes around for a little home visit.  [insert Alinsky reference here, something about using their own rules to harass them]

Update:  via Comments, I see that the dickhead was released (to the consternation of the locals) — yet another of the criminal-lovers’ chickens coming home to roost.  Too funny.

Random Thought

The Gun Thing

If anyone has a spare Warsaw Pact SKS (NOT Type 56 Chinese) with folding bayonet and in good condition, and wants to trade it for a lightly-used (bought new) AK-47 with a couple-three 20-round mags, shoot me an email.

North Texas/southern OK-area residents will get a favorable hearing.  Failing that, anywhere is fine, but we’ll have to do the FFL thing.

Reasons to be supplied at a later date.

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Bad News

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So let’s let out some more gas:


…how’s that vegetarian shit working out for India, by the way?


…Jesus wept.


…somebody else’s future, maybe;  just not mine.


…lessee:  a Socialist who screwed up his country’s economy and caused untold suffering for its citizens by pursuing insane Green / Net Zero policies has to flee the country… am I the only one finding this inspirational?


…how can I put this politely?  Oh yeah:  fuck off, all of you.


…so did John Wayne.  What’s your point, Has-Been?


…somehow, I think we have enough native sex maniacs and perverts already, without having to import more of them.  And while we’re on that topic:


…sure, like I’m the only one here thinking about some of that “cultural appropriation” stuff.


…post something cruel on the Internet, though, and PC Plod will be right over.


…I know I have a copy of Sarah Hoyt’s shocked face lying around somewhere…


…trust me, you do not want to know what this is.  Okay, then, but I did warn ya.

And in INSIGNIFICA:

       

   

And in the political world:


…my Arizona Readers will know more about this than I do, of course, but from where I sit, she seems to have at least some of the Right Stuff:

More news of similar dubious content next week.

Old-Time

Business, Management, Old Fartism

As an Ole Phartte of some renown, imagine my gleeful chuckles when reading about this man’s requirements for employment at his business:

A Welsh dessert shop boss has shared the most brutal job advert you’ve ever seen on Facebook, but has been universally praised for his no-nonsense attitude.

And if you don’t give at least one approving “attaboy” when you read the ad, we can’t be friends.

Here’s a similar no-nonsense attitude, but in precisely the opposite direction.

We run Britain’s strictest pub – no phones or kids are allowed inside and anyone who swears is BANNED

As one would imagine, I would be in real danger here — although I’ve found that the more I drink, paradoxically, the less I swear.  (Regular Drinking Buddies Mr. Free Market, The Englishman and Doc Russia might contradict this, though.)

Whatever:  I would happily guard my tongue at the Fox & Goose to be free from screaming children and fucking (oops) cell phones.  The only thing that might cause me to give the place a miss is that I’m not that fond of Samuel Smith beer — but then again, life is full of compromises. innit?

Dangerous Consequences

Mocking Furriners

I couldn’t help but compare the BritRoyals to the Democrats when I saw this article:

The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge, both 40, and Prince George, eight, Princess Charlotte, seven, Prince Louis, four, and their black cocker spaniel Orla were seen leaving their Kensington residence on Monday evening.

The Queen’s antipathy towards helicopters is well known, because she views them as dangerous (e.g. Stevie Ray Vaughan).  Not to be too ghoulish about it, but if that particular chopper went down, it would create an interesting situation vis-a-vis the Royal succession line because after Charles would come — yes — Prince Ginger and his son Archie.

Imagine the scenario where Duchess Meghan CaringSlut one day became Queen… and most likely, Queen Mother in the reign of King Archie.  I would suggest that inheritance of title through birth suddenly looks a lot less appealing.

This is somewhat similar in outcome to the prospect of President Kamala SexToy for the Democrats.