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I used to think like Stephen.  Nowadays, however...


...Granholm again, the loathsome Green bitch.  And speaking of people who need killing:


...having previously rejected using unicorn breath as being “perhaps unrealistic”.


...next: “Climate change causes assault weapons violence.”

And from the Dept. of Education:


...and for once, the story is even better than the headline.


...as the great Roger Sterling once said, when asked the first question: “Who cares?”

And in the Furrin News Dept:


...return to skiing, that is.  His girlfriend has apparently left him for “someone who can satisfy me”.


...South African thieves are upset because he died before they could rob him.


...an actual fake headline.


...we have warned before about getting close to foreign phallic monuments, which drive Muslim men crazy, it appears.


...key word:  Sweden.


...to make sex also illegal in the Red Light district.

As for SHOWBIZ INSIGNIFICA:

 

  …whatever.

From the Dept. of Dubious Truth (sponsored by the New York Times):


...edited for reasons of space.


...okay, maybe that’s not quite accurate.


...but will only accept trannie women because inclusivity.

As for Leilani:

Skinny, but delectable nevertheless.

Rage Against

…not the dying of the light, but against those who want the internal combustion engine gone from our lives.

In one of his more serious moments, Jeremy Clarkson reviewed the Aston Martin Vantage V12, and his conclusion was unexpectedly poignant (watch it first before reading on).

“…what I’m driving here is an ending.”

Now this:

Lamborghini has bid farewell to its incredible naturally-aspirated V12 engine, fitting the final two powerplants into a pair of one-off cars that pay testament to one of the great supercar motors.

The Invencible [no, that’s not a typo] coupe and Auténtica roadster are unique special editions modelled on the outgoing Aventador and will be the last 12-cylinder Lambos without any form of hybridisation, with the Italian marque set to embark on electrifying its model line-up in the coming years.

I’m not a Lambo fan, haven’t been one since the disappearance of the wonderful 400 GT:

But I love what Lamborghini cars have come to represent (even though I don’t much care for it, personally):  completely batty, speed-is-everything, balls-to-the wall acceleration, hopeless impracticality, outrageous body shape, even more outrageous prices, and all that.

And all that, as Clarkson observes, is going to be taken away from us by the bloodless killjoys among us because in these oh-so modern times, we’re not allowed to have fun [thousands of silly and who-cares reasons omitted because I don’t want to have an RCOB].

Even the Puritans of the Mayflower  would have said, “Stop that foolishness.”

But we can’t stop them.

I’m feeling even gloomier than Clarkson.

Unpleasant Truths

It really pains me to write this post, but here we are.

For whatever reason, the response to this year’s BoomerShoot Rifle thing has been quite underwhelming:  so far, I have received just under $1,500 in ticket sales — money which, as any fule kno, has to cover the cost of the rifle and scope, as well as at least some of my travel expenses to get up to Idaho in May for a proper long-range field test.  (I had also hoped to raise enough to sponsor at least in part some of Joe Huffman’s expenses — notably for the BoomerShoot Dinner, always a fine event — but that seems to be impossible now [sorry, Joe].)

So, unless I get a serious influx of ticket sales over the next couple of weeks, I will have to lower my sights considerably, so to speak, and buy instead a budget setup (or just a rifle) and forego BoomerShoot altogether.

Please understand:  I am absolutely not chiding anyone about this, nor is this some kind of guilt trip exercise.  But the facts are the facts, and they are all as stated above.  So here’s where we stand.

  • Right now, I’m going to forego BoomerShoot 2023 altogether, unless circumstances change drastically.  It’s okay;  I love the shooting and the chance to hang out with a bunch of Readers, but it is a long trip from Texas — without any dawdling, it’s three days up, three days down.  The gun is more important, and I can sight it in down here in Texas at my sooper-seekrit outdoor range.
  • I had already decided to go with a rifle chambered in 6.5 Creedmoor, as last year’s rifle was in .308, I got a lot of support from ticketholders for the Creed, and the prices of a Creed rifle and a .308 rifle are about the same.
  • Nobody was interested in a plain hunting-style rifle (“because I’ve got that covered”);  everyone wanted a bench-style rifle.
  • I’m insistent on getting a quality rifle first and foremost, so I’m looking at the Ruger American Hunter, at about $875 (including shipping and processing):

I’d love to get another Howa like last year’s, but they run over a grand, so there’d be little money left over for a decent scope (more on that below).

Anyway, this leaves me with the scope.

  • I’d really prefer to get an illuminated reticle because in low light conditions, it’s a game-changer
  • at least 18x magnification, which I consider to be the minimum at ranges exceeding 400 yards
  • first focal plane (FFP) scopes have to be ruled out because of price, so it’s SFP, I’m afraid.

Here’s the best option, I think, based on my own experience:  the Meopta Optika6 3-18×50 BDC-3, which costs about $800:

Doing the simple math, the two come to $1,675 (still less than the $1,500 on hand, but I’m hopeful).

So here we are, at the Last Chance Saloon.  If you’re still interested, checks and Zelle are your choices.

I’ll hold the call open until the end of the month;  then I’ll have to get busy with whatever funds are available.

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And in that same vein:


...in which we prove yet again the theorem:  no-class slobs + budget airline = mayhem
(bonus:  guess the race).


...why do I suddenly wish I could exile her to a place which has no Constitution to protect her worthless ass?


...all together now:  “Why, why, why… you assholes!

Speaking of which (assholes, not the Welsh):


...and yet, you keep reelecting this little Commie prick, and meekly lick the chains he keeps adding to your society.


...”IRS goes after” is believable;  “Biden promises” isn’t.


...I would have thought that “disgrace” and “porn star” are pretty much redundant, but clearly there’s yet an additional level of disgrace available.


...their country, their rules, your stupidity.


...key word:  India.


...forget it, Jake;  it’s Chinatown Turkey.


...actually, I believe that one would have more fun in Sidney, Montana than in Sydney, Strylia — no Australians, no traffic, no crocodiles, five outdoor ranges and a casino, not to mention fewer critters that can actually kill you.  Oh, and open carry.

And from the Dept. Of Education:


...at least he wasn’t homeschooling.

And in no-link INSIGNIFICA:


And in the “Who The Fuck ARE These People?” subset of INSIGNIFICA:

And more musical people of whom we know nothing:

In weather terms:  driving slut, with occasional thunderthighs.  YMMV.

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Because:


...well I’m not going to share my stash, so find your own buddies.


...I’m reminded of the Texas high school which had to hold its prom in the next-door town because they weren’t allowed to dance in theirs.


...oh fuck off, Shorty — we first have to kill our more dangerous enemies (i.e. Democrat Socialists), so you wait your turn.


...let’s see how the trannies wriggle out of this one.


...especially if he were to start singing again.


...I’ll just leave commentary to The Englishman:  “Well, old chap, the French have always been revolting.”  Wait till you see the reason for this one…


...wait, the French have a navy?  After all Lord Nelson’s efforts?

From the Train Smash Files:


...if you think her saggy lil’ momboobs are worth a look, follow the link.


...and you thought your job was tough.


...if not him, then it’s Trump or “climate change”.

And the winner in the “Most Incomprehensible Headline” competition:


...what was the middle bit, again?


...in the marketing world, this is what’s known as “product improvement”.

And in INSIGNIFICA:

     

  ...honey, let me introduce you to this guy: 

And finally, speaking of women who need (and get) a regular pounding:

 

…and I know, the superstructure isn’t imposing, but its features are always on display:

 

And you too should now be pounding the pavement as you head off to work.

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…for the people who really would like to eat it, but can’t. (see below)

From the Guess The Religion Dept.:


...or, as reported in the Times:  “Palestinian teenager has mental health breakdown”.


...”supposed to have been deported”… uh huh.


...see above.  And of course:


...wonder why? (Clue:  not Spam lovers)


...by Christian White supremacists, according to the FBI.


...lemme take a wild guess:  it sucks, big time and all the time.

And in “ordinary” news:


...I applied for the job, but apparently my answer to one question (land mines, machine guns nests and a thousand Nile crocodiles in the Rio Grande) led to my disqualification.


...keyword:  Russia.


...not a sex fiend like Josef Fritzl, just some Doomsday nutcase.

From the Dept. of Modern Education:


...”raped” in the legal sense only.  Most 16-year-old guys would line up to bonk Teacher to get good grades — girls too, nowadays (sigh).


...said steam coming from sex-sweat on the tombstones?  I mean, it gets cold in Nebraska, Bubba.

And in SHOWBIZ News:


...lemme guess:  the play sucks, and only Woke Blacks can be counted on to provide the necessary blowjob reviews?

From the Dept. of Climate Irony:


...I lost track of the Great Crested Newts after their hit in the late 1980s.


...wow;  you know your business is in trouble when not even the Brits want to buy Goop products like:
… and …
...like anyone would want to catch a niff of Gwynnie’s ever-dripping pudenda.

And in other INSIGNIFICA:

     

And here’s a granny who does wear a bra:

Welcome back, Nigella me old darling… it’s been way too long.