From SecState Marco Rubio, after revoking a whole boatload [sic] of foreign student visas from pro-Hamas types:
“We gave you a visa to come and study and get a degree, not to become a social activist.”
More like this, please.
From SecState Marco Rubio, after revoking a whole boatload [sic] of foreign student visas from pro-Hamas types:
“We gave you a visa to come and study and get a degree, not to become a social activist.”
More like this, please.

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Better than Scotch? I think not. But anyway:
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...give us a zip code for the impact area. Oh, you can’t? Never mind then.
And in Business News:
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...anyone seen what happened to their stock price recently? Yeah, it went back up to January 2024 levels.
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...and guess what? It’s the only part of Microsoft’s code that actually works as intended.

...because it’s a well-known fact that innovation thrives under a monopoly.
#FuckingLiar
In Police Files:
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...what happened to “terminating” or “prosecuting”?

...not a bad start. Eleven hundred down, eleventy millions to go.
And in Global Warming Climate Cooling Change© news:
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...and in other news, the funeral for Irony will be held on Friday. And still on the topic of Cute Lil’ Animules:
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...”horror moment”? How about “amidst mocking cheers and laughter”?

...missing from the headline: “Following massive bush fires which destroyed the koalas’ entire food supply and severely burned most of them…”
And in Sex Wars:

...I bet she can differentiate them better than you can, fairy Boy.
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...which would be unremarkable except for the fact that Our Wayne was born in Liverpool and played for Manchester United for well over a decade.
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And as we stroll down
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World Cup’s hottest fan looks unrecognizable with dramatic new look as she wears bold F1-themed bra to Miami Grand Prix
...don’t know who she is? Well, here we see her at the Miami GP:

...and here she was at the World Cup:


Gives us a whole new perspective on the word “streetwalker”, huh?
Here’s an interesting development:
President Donald Trump’s proposed Fiscal Year 2026 budget would cut $486 million in funding from the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives (ATF).

We’ve had this conversation before on this website:
Should Your EDC Be A Throw-Away Gun?
The fact is, if you are involved in a self-defense shooting, say goodbye to your pistol.
The police are just doing their job, and one of their tasks is to collect evidence; ergo, your gun ends up in an evidence bag. Typically, the police will hold your firearm for a specified period until the investigation is completed.
If you are cleared and no charges have been filed, you can expect to get your gun back. Maybe. There is no set timeframe for returning your gun to you. Every state is different. But your gun will be logged as evidence.
Since I started to conceal carry—about the time Glock Gen3 pistols were introduced—I decided to be on the throw-away side of the fence. Both my EDC and pickup truck guns are throw-away guns.
Okay, I’ve thought about this issue a lot, and I think I disagree with Bob Sadowski on this one. Here’s why.
Let’s be honest: unless you live or travel in a high-crime area, the chances of you being involved in a self-defense shooting are fairly slim. That’s not to say it’s impossible, of course — none of us is going to sign on to that foolishness.
But for my part, I want to know if that situation does happen to me, that I can absolutely, positively depend on my gun, and that confidence may well be the thing that saves me from harm. I don’t want to feel any hesitation that when the hammer drops, there’ll be a boom and the bullet will go where intended.
To be fair, Sadowski is not recommending going with a cheap gun — let’s leave Saturday Night Specials to the criminal element, and let them deal with the consequences of a mag falling out of the gun, or a firing pin snapping, or all the other mishaps that El Cheapo guns are prone to.
But using my own situation as an example: my everyday carry gun is a Springfield 1911. It’s not a Nighthawk or an Ed Brown 1911, but it sure as hell isn’t a Jennings or Raven either. I’ve always been reluctant to spend the extra money necessary to climb up the flattening shallow slope of the quality curve; sorry, but “good enough” is fine for me, whether guns, cars, watches or even food. (That I don’t have the wallet to be able to afford the premium is neither here nor there — when I have had the wherewithal, I’ve never spent it.)
So if I do have to ventilate some scrote to protect me or mine, then yeah, my Springfield could end up rusting in some poxy evidence locker somewhere. That would be sad, believe me, but then again, it’s a sacrifice worth making because that means it worked as I expected it to do.
What I’ve done is make sure that my backup EDC is also a 1911, and should I lose the Springfield under the above circumstances then I’m going to have equal confidence in its replacement.
I’m not going to be held hostage by sentiment or some romantic notion of ownership. At the end of the day, as much as I love my Springfield, if it fulfills its intended purpose, then it’s a job well done and yeah: I can believe that it gave up its life for me. How’s that for romance?
But I’m not going to leave the Springfield at home and carry a Glock 21 (which I couldn’t care less about losing because I have little regard for the spongy-triggered Glock pistols, as any fule kno). Thanks, but no thanks.
As for a truck gun… well, that’s a whole different set of circumstances (assuming that we’re talking about a long gun like a shotgun or rifle). Here we’re talking about shall we say some crowd control instead of just one or two individuals. And under those circumstances, I really don’t care what happens to the piece if I’ve used it as intended.
What I’m more worried about is the possibility of theft (which is not an issue with a carry piece).
But I’ll tell you what: a truck / trunk gun should not be that M1 Garand National Match, no matter how much you trust it to take care of business. Honestly, one of those Mossberg 88 pump-action shotguns — preferably the second-hand one you picked up at that gun show for $90 all those years ago –should be the direction of your thinking.
Now, if you’re fairly sure you might be involved in some serious action… then you should stay home. Seriously. Only idiots go out looking for trouble. But if there’s no choice in the matter, then take the very best long gun you have — and I don’t mean that $15,000 A.H. Fox side-by-side, of course; I’m talking about an AK-47 or AR-15 because we’re talking about Last Resort / End Times / SHTF action, and you owe it to yourself (and to whomever else you’re protecting) to take the absolute best you can. Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures.
But the chances of that happening are even less than being accosted by some scrote at a 7-11 when you popped out for an emergency pack of baby food. The Random Goblin Encounter is what your EDC is for; End Times will be a different situation altogether.
Pick your gun accordingly, and be careful (but prepared) out there.
From the Reform UK party’s first elected mayor, Andrea Jenkyns:
“I say no to putting [illegal immigrants] in hotels. Tents are good enough for [them in] France, they should be good enough for here in Britain.”
Her logic is irrefutable.
Of course, my suggestion (that the tent encampments should be located on uninhabited islands in the Outer Hebrides, far away from the British mainland) would no doubt be considered too Krool & Hartless, even by Dame Andrea.
Well, the Strylians have re-elected their left-wing Labor Party by an even larger majority than last time, so clearly they’re happy with Comrade Albanese, his fellow-travelers and their Red & Green policies.
No doubt they’ll combine massive anti-Trumpism with pleas for the US to help them fend off Chinese imperialism in southeast Asia.
Plus ça change, etc. Hell, even the Brits are showing signs of coming to their senses — but the Strylians? Forget abaht it, it’s just head-in-the-sand time, pour another beer on the barby and whine about the Poms beating them at cricket.
Useless fucking wankers.
My Loyal Readers from Oz — and there are quite a few — probably feel even worse about the situation than I do.