You know, whenever we see reports of people going nuts and gunning down government officials (not cops or state troopers, just ordinary workers), we are justifiably appalled.
Should we be? Try looking at these two little examples of governmental overreach. In Connecticut:
A Connecticut selectwoman alleged on Facebook that she and her husband are facing a fine of $1,000 for violating the state’s coronavirus travel restrictions. Amy St. Onge (R), first selectwoman of Thompson, posted to Facebook that, on Labor Day, she and her husband Jason left home to visit their son Caleb, who is training at the Air Force base in Altus, Oklahoma, and preparing for his first deployment.
Upon the parents’ return, St. Onge said she received an email from the State of Connecticut informing her that she and her husband had violated Gov. Ned Lamont’s executive orders regarding travel during the coronavirus pandemic.
Here’s the thing: somebody in government was either monitoring their Faecesbook account, or else responded to a fink’s complaint. Either way, the response was uncalled-for and excessive. (Connecticut is facing a massive budget surplus. Just sayin’.)
Shawn Marshall Myers from Maryland threw two parties at his own home that violated the governor’s social distancing executive order and now he’s going to spend a full year behind bars.
They were at his own home and they were outdoor bonfire parties.
He threw one and the cops showed up and convinced him to break it up. He threw another less than a week later and he refused to tell his guests to leave when the cops arrived and told him to do so. He said he had the right to have a party at his house and told his guests not to leave.
And now he’s going to prison for a year.
Note, in the latter case, the following:
“He was given a warning,” Charles County State’s Attorney Tony Covington said. “It’s not like the police just swooped in there and said you’re going to jail. They gave him a warning.”
Yeah, that makes it all hunky-dory, of course. You fucking little totalitarian cocksucker.
Boycotting things and businesses has traditionally been a tool of the Left — flood a TV show’s advertiser with calls, threatening to boycott the company’s products unless they stop supporting [Tucker Carlson], etc.
We on the conservative side have had a few ourselves — anyone remember the anger when gun writer
Dave Petzal Jim Zumbo (sorry, Dave) said that nobody needed an AR-15? or the boycott of Smith & Wesson when the hapless gunmaker made a deal with the Clinton junta? We will not even speak of Dick’s Sporting Goods, etc.
I myself have a list of businesses and brands that I will never consider, mostly because of their anti-gun positions:
- Levi Strauss
- California Pizza Kitchen
- Ben & Jerry
- Jack In The Box
- Domino’s, Pizza Hut and Walgreens (they fire employees who protect themselves with guns)
- Sara Lee
- Waffle House
- Whole Foods
There are some companies that I “semi-boycott”, e.g.:
- CitiBank: I have a Citi Visa because I get airline miles from using it — but I only use it to make firearms-related purchases. And if they stop accepting custom from the places which sell me those products, I’ll pay it off and cut it up. I sent their marketing department a letter to that effect a couple years back.
- Target: I buy two products (and only two) from Target, simply because it’s the only place in Plano that carries them.
- Waffle House: I used to go to Waffle House weekly. Now I only go there when I’m on the road, absolutely starving and there’s nowhere else to go. (Maybe twice in the past three years.)
Some of the companies are easy to boycott, because I dislike their products, period (e.g. Starbucks, whom I treat like a public toilet facility, but never buy anything from), or I prefer the alternative anyway (Swiss Army knives over Leatherman, etc.).
Also, while a number of companies have official “don’t bring your gun in here” policies, the local branches (especially in Texas) adopt a “you must be kidding” attitude instead. (Our local Kroger hadn’t even heard about Kroger’s policy when I asked the manager about it, and he just said, “Don’t worry about it. I’m not about to risk losing half my business because of Corporate.”)
Anyway, that’s my blacklist. Feel free to add your own, in Comments.
Not every business has been adversely affected by the Chinkvirus and Gummint lockdowns:
A businesswoman who sells sex dolls has revealed how her company has been thriving throughout the pandemic, and that she’s noticed an increase in sales each time a new lockdown restriction comes into place.
Jade Stanley, 36, from Bromsgrove, Worcestershire, launched her company Sex Doll Official in 2018, and sells and rents plastic sex companions, some of which can cost up to £8,000, to ‘lonely’ customers.
The mother-of-four explained that due to widespread isolation during the coronavirus crisis, she saw surges in sales every time there was a change in lockdown rules, insisting customers want ‘more than just a sex toy’.
She also revealed that she’s noticed a much bigger demand for male and transgender sex dolls, and told there’s a ‘big market’ for couples who want to involve a ‘safe third party’ in the bedroom.
That might just be the thunder of horses’ hooves you’re hearing in the distance.
So just what does this little hotbed town of kinky sex look like? Something like this:
…and further down the High Street:
Alert Readers may have noticed in the above pic one of Kim’s Favoritest Places In Britishland: Greggs, purveyors of fine pies and finer sausage rolls. Things are not so rosy there:
Since reopening on July 2, the Newcastle-based firm’s like-for-like sales averaged at 71.2 per cent of its levels from 2019 for the 12-week period to September 26.
Greggs was performing well before the crisis its shares hit a record high of 2,550p in January. But they closed yesterday at 1,219p, down 47 per cent in the year to date.
So to all my Brit Readers, I beseech you: start Kim’s “Every Meal With Greggs©” program with immediate effect, and to hell with your waistlines.
Your sex dolls won’t complain, I promise you.
My long-dormant creative writing urge has suddenly resurfaced, and I’ve discovered that there is this huge well of untapped words waiting to be brought to the surface. Unfortunately, my well-pump (okay, my typing) is worse than terrible, and no matter how fast I peck away, or how late I stay up at night, the unrealized content is far greater than I can put to paper (okay, to disk storage). Seriously: there is the last chapter of the much-delayed Skeleton Coast, as well as the barely-started but fully-outlined sequel to Family Fortunes, plus another sorta-sequel to Prime Target which is likewise barely-started but fully-outlined. That’s three whole books, folks. And I’m not a professional writer like the brilliant Sarah Hoyt, who seems to be able to publish output in seemingly daily torrents.
So with much reluctance I am being forced into the 21st century, in that I desperately need some kind of voice-recognition software that will translate my speech into the written word. (Editing is far easier on my typing than doing the first draft.)
Does anyone out there have any experience in this matter?
Regular Readers all know that I treat the Internet Of Things (IOT) with deep and hostile skepticism. I hate the idea of driverless cars, “remotely-controlled” appliances and -household systems, and don’t even get me started on “smart” guns with embedded chips.
Here’s a decent takedown of the concept:
After a week of tinkering, he effectively turned the coffee maker into a ransomware machine. When the user tries to connect it to their home network, it triggers the machine to turn on the burner, spew hot water, endlessly spin the bean grinder, and display a pre-programmed ransom message while beeping incessantly. The only way to get it to stop? Unplugging your now seemingly possessed coffee maker entirely.
I know that all this is The Coming Thing, and we should all just bow down and accept its inevitability. My standard response to this kind of attitude has always been quite simple:
or the more heated
Stick shifts and car keys, bolt-action or pump action rifles, revolvers, “dumb” coffee machines, house keys, pen and paper… y’all get my drift, right?
Fuck automation, and fuck the Internet Of Things or Skynet or whatever the hell they want to call it.
This post comes to you courtesy of the Internet… goddamn it.
From one of the Socialist Party’s prime gun-confiscators:
Translation: we can’t dig up any dirt on this chick, so there’s no point trying to hold up her nomination. Therefore, I’m just going to hold my breath till my face turns blue.