Dept. Of Righteous Shootings

Don’t know how I missed this one, right here in Texas.  Apparently, some choirboy decided that all he needed to rob a bank was a knife, and indeed, it kinda was.  All was going to plan, except that one of the bank’s customers didn’t think that this little wealth redistribution plan was acceptable, drew his trusty carry piece and shot the fucker dead.

Lesson learned:  Using a knife to rob a bank:  not the best instrument, at least in a state where customers are likely armed with guns and have a proper sense of right and wrong.

(Thanks to Reader Brad, who sent this news to me from his private fortress in deep-blue Illinois — where an action such as the above would have landed Our Hero in deep trouble.) 

Flock News Update

And the hits just keep on coming — this time, from Sweet Home Alabama:

The company is Flock Safety, and it runs the largest mass surveillance network in American history, with more than 100,000 cameras by its own count. But don’t be confused; these aren’t run-of-the-mill red light cameras. Every Flock camera photographs every vehicle that passes by, around the clock, whether anyone suspects a crime or not.

On any given Saturday in Alabama, a man can leave his driveway, gas up, run by the gun shop for ammo, shoot all morning at the range, and be home for lunch. He hasn’t broken any law or bothered a soul. And in more of our towns than you’d guess, a camera on a pole photographed his truck at every stop and filed it in a searchable database owned by a private company in Atlanta.

And the record contains far more than your tag number. Each image becomes a searchable record containing the plate, time, location, direction of travel, make, color, body type, and other identifying features. Flock calls this part of their system the “Vehicle Fingerprint,” and their own materials advertise the ability to conduct searches using unique vehicle details, including bumper stickers and decals. That matters in Alabama. A Gadsden flag, Glock sticker, BamaCarry decal, or other Second Amendment message on the back of a truck is not just something another driver sees at a red light. It’s now a searchable data point tied to that vehicle, the owner, and your movement.

These cameras came into Alabama the way kudzu did: quietly, then… boom, everywhere.

And it gets worse:

But here is the craziest part: most of it arrived by consent agenda and contract renewal. The Legislature never voted on a statewide surveillance network. Yet ALEA’s administrative rules let plate reader data sit for five years, the longest of any state, per a 2026 legislative survey, and require every read to feed a statewide registry once ALEA stands it up.

That should stop every gun owner in their tracks. Alabama law, through Act 2024-232, prohibits the government from keeping a list or registry of privately owned firearms or their owners. Gun owners fought hard to secure that protection. Yet today, Flock has effectively created a searchable, five-year archive showing which vehicles with Second Amendment decals park at gun stores on Fridays, attend gun shows, or regularly visit shooting ranges. It may be built from “license plate photos” instead of firearm records, but for all practical purposes, it’s a hard registry of gun owners.

Got the Warm & Fuzzies yet?

Dept. Of Righteous Shootings

Several Readers sent me this happy tale, thankee all:

An alleged intruder is dead after being shot multiple times by a Spartanburg County, South Carolina, homeowner around 2 a.m. Sunday morning.

Wait… multiple times?

I’d like to know a lot more details about this happy episode, e.g. the gun used, cartridge, exactly where the choirboy’s worthless hide was perforated, but I guess we’re not going to be told any of that.  [pout]

G.O.A.T. GILF

Happy 60th Birthday, Salma!!!!!

“How about some swimsuit pics, Kim?”

[sigh]  If I must…

And now, sadly, it’s time to wave goodbye:

Right back atcha, kid.


Afterthought:  I think you could make several hundred men out of all the body parts we would sacrifice to spend just one night with her.  Minus one essential body part, of course.  Nobody’s going to get rid of that one when Salma’s in the room.