Who Are They, Again?

I see that the Fish-Eaters wrote something called a “pastoral letter” telling their fellow-travelers that we shouldn’t be deporting illegal immigrants.

Of course, being the modern-day Catholic Church, they couldn’t do that without resorting to a big fat lie, i.e. that ICE is deporting people “indiscriminately”, which of course they aren’t.  In fact, it’s amazing how precisely-targeted ICE deportations have become, going after the convicted criminals as a first priority.  In this, they have been quite successful, ridding the country of a motley collection of rapists, thieves, murderers, drug-dealers and child-traffickers, to name but some of the more egregious criminal career choices.  That along the way ICE has also scooped up some lower-level miscreants — illegal immigrants who’ve only committed that one crime — is not something to be deplored, despite the ecclesiastical wails of the Catholic bishops.

And it didn’t take long before there was an official response, delivered as it happened by a lifelong Catholic.

Glenn Reynolds is of the growing opinion that it’s time to abolish the tax-free status of all “nonprofit” organized institutions, and I’m very much in agreement.  Given how much the various buffet options of Christianity have supported, encouraged and enabled the mass influx of illegal immigrants — Catholics, Lutherans, whatever — I wouldn’t have a single problem if Congress were to pass a law not only prosecuting such efforts, but fining the organizations with proportionate sums to compensate the states for the expenses of providing said illegal immigrants with education, housing and welfare.  (California, New York, Illinois and those of that ilk would be welcome to turn down such penalty income, but I bet they wouldn’t.)

We’ll see how long the various churches would continue this nonsense as their bank accounts rapidly emptied.

Not even the Vatican is that wealthy.

Thursday Landscapes

London through a rainy bus window, 1997

Apologies for the quality of the pics, but digital photography was in its infancy back then.  My camera was a Sony Mavica, which saved the pics onto an actual CD-RW.

I don’t remember the photo resolution, but compared to today’s standards it was pitiful.  Still, it was the best available at the time.

November 19th Reminder

Not that I think anyone sitting on my back porch needs any reminding — and of course, to us every day is Ammo Day (depending on the state of one’s wallet).

But why not a little extra splurge on some gun-fodder?  How can it hurt?

And here are a few suggestions (not recommendations, because of course I get no kickbacks):

Georgia Arms, Lucky Gunner, Gman, FastAmmo, Ammo ASAP, Sentry Ammo, Ammo.com and so on.  Feel free to suggest your favorite outlet in Comments.

OR — and here’s a thought — you could always swing by your local Merchant Of Death store and drop him a few bucks to help keep him in business.  That’s what I’m going to do, later today (hello, Plano’s Gun Master!).  Yeah, it may be cheaper to get ammo online.  But nothing beats the feeling of getting some ammo in your hands, right now.

Ask me how I know this.


Random thought:  why not get yourself just a box or two of ammo that you’ve never fired through your favorite gun before?  My example of what I’d like to try in the old Browning 1885:

Ending It All

I remember reading David Niven’s wonderful autobiography The Moon’s A Balloon, back when I were but a callow yoof, and being saddened by Niven’s story about the brilliant actor George Sanders.

Sanders declared that at age 70 he would commit suicide, because “my cock will have stopped working, my memory will be fading and all the joy will have gone from my life.”  And he was true to his word.

The above was sparked by reading this article:

The Kessler twins — a German entertainment duo who became famous both in the US and throughout Europe beginning in the 1950s — have died at 89 after choosing to end their lives together.

The singing and dancing sisters reportedly died together in their home in Grünwald, near Munich.

The Kessler twins once were known for making the rounds on American talk shows and performing with multi-hyphenate entertainment giants, including Frank Sinatra, Fred Astaire and Sammy Davis Jr., among other stars.

Apparently, the sisters ‘no longer wanted to live’ and ‘had chosen to end their lives together.’ 

Here they are back then:

As I said, back in my youth I would not have understood that feeling, that life had passed and now needed to end.

Now, on my 71st birthday, I can understand that feeling a whole lot better.

Before anyone starts reading something else into that statement, let me assure you all that there’s no cause for alarm.  My health is excellent — not just for a septuagenarian, but for a man of any age, my doctor reassures me — and I still have some unfinished business on Ye Olde Bucquette Lystte (patience, Salma).  Please do not concern yourselves.

I truly understand how George Sanders and the Kessler sisters felt — but I don’t feel that way for myself.

We can revisit this topic, however, when I turn 90.

Random Totty

Because it’s my birfday, I’m going to indulge myself with today’s totty, and feature an actual totty:  Brianna Beach.  She’s a one-time model and more recently an actress in, shall we say, a more dubious genre (feel free to find yer own links, ya pervos).  Here she is as a youngin: