News Roundup

All the news that’s fit to ignore, laugh at, or take as a signal to start the shooting.


and here I thought it was being caused by militant feministicals.


nothing like encouraging a culture of snitching to build esprit de corps.


not the best way to get carpet burns, really.  Key word:  Edinburgh.


California Gauleiter Gavin Newsom was not available for comment.


what’s a little thing like “law” when it comes to acting like a dictator?


key word:  Australia.



given that FC Dallas’s U-15 boys’ team recently beat your gaggle of lesbians 5-2, I wonder how well you  would do against the likes of Lionel Messi, Harry Kane, Ronaldo and Robert Lewandowski, seeing as you want to earn their kind of money?


strange how it takes a ministerial order for the Brits to do for a year what we do every day Over Here.


and it’s not even the Babylon Bee.


funny how everybody calls the U.S. The Great Satan;  and yet when the shit hits the fan, nobody ever calls on the Norwegians or Swedes for assistance.

And now:  Insignifica

   
 

Finally, your ***REAL*** news:


…and for proof of said boo-boo:

Ankles?  Didn’t know she had ’em.

Get well soon, chica!

Apologies

Turns out that my “Example” post of yesterday was based on “false news”, i.e. a crock of shit.  Mea culpa — whenever there are no names or specific addresses given in an article, it should be a dead giveaway but I missed or ignored that.

The problem with this stuff is that after Ruby Ridge, Waco and gawd knows how many other instances of no-knock invasions of people’s homes by the various law enforcement entities (SWAT, FBI, DEA, DHS and all the other alphabet agencies), shit like the above can get traction and fool the gullible — in this case, people like me — and our natural suspicion / hatred of rogue government activities makes us patsies.

I promise to be more circumspect in future.

Example

A few days back, I penned a gloomy little piece entitled Isolated, wherein I said the following (talking about the government agents arrayed against us):

“They can concentrate their forces against us; we can’t do the same against them.”

Well, here’s one such example:

In the early Tuesday morning hours, motion sensors alerted the occupant, hereafter referred to as John Doe (names have been changed to protect the innocent) that there was movement along the driveway to his home. Given the time of day, the location of the home, and some recent history that will be discussed later, Doe knew he needed to react, but in a non-threatening manner. His decision was to put on a pair of pants, remain barefoot and shirtless, and move to the front porch with his hands raised in the air. What appeared in the driveway was the lead vehicle of three BearCat armored personnel carriers – commonly referred to as personnel tanks (pictured left) – in a convoy of over thirty total vehicles.
The BearCats are armed with a rotating turret for housing customer-specific weapon systems. Five gun ports are located on each side of the vehicle, and an additional two on the rear. The vehicle are often equipped with .50 BMG or 7.62mm rifles. It is a military-grade vehicle often used by U.S. Special Forces and the Australian military.
But on this day, they were cruising the Flathead Valley with thirty other police vehicles in tow.
Also surrounding the house were one-hundred-plus federal agents with a helicopter in support.

Sounds like this John Doe guy was some kind of super-terrorist, right?  Not exactly.

Doe’s former girlfriend from North Carolina filed a restraining order (a civil matter, not criminal) against Doe in that state claiming he was homicidal, suicidal, a threat to her, and had bomb-making materials with the intention to cause harm.  She also claimed he had booby traps all over the home and the surrounding property.  But none of this was true.

So the feds armored up, and based on the fears (and aggrievement) of someone in North Carolina, deployed all this force against a guy living in Montana.

Read the whole thing to appreciate the full extent of the bastardy.  (They even arrested his neighbor, FFS.)

Then remind me again how much hope we stand if this happens to any one of us.

Of Course Not

Via Insty:

Of course, if his name was Bubba Gutshott Jr., there’d be outdoor signs, fundraising letters and CNN chevrons ablaze with his name for the next six months.  And you can be sure that the most egregious piece of anti-2A legislation would be called the “Gutshott Law”.

But a Muzzie?  “Never mind him, let’s talk about the gun he used.”

Fucking hypocrites.

News Review

With commentary short but bountiful, like Salma Hayek:

And now for the nooz [sic]  :


mind the step, Governor “darling”:


millions of Black reparations-seekers arriving in Evanston in 3…2…1…


admit it:  don’t you just wish something like this would happen to Mika Brzezinski or Rachel Maddow?


a.k.a. defending the indefensible.


another in our “guess the choirboy’s race” series.


I have something similar with pretty women, only it involves turning to stone, one body part at a time.


doubleplusungood:  it made mockery of the sainted George Floyd.

And now it’s time for Insignifica:

   

And from the World Of Wimmynz:


key word:  “she”.


and even though she’s getting up there, I bet there are quite a few men who would give her one [sic].


and lest anyone not know who this fat-ass is:

Till next time…

Mourning The Queen

It bothers me that raddled old Commies like Nancy Pelosi and Dianne Feinstein can live to a ripe [sic]  old age, but wonderful women like Sabine Schmitz get snatched away from us far too early.

“Sabine who?”  you ask.

There was no one like Sabine Schmitz, the Queen of the Nurburgring, and I’m not sure there’ll ever be anyone quite like her.

Whenever she was due to appear on the old Top Gear show, I made sure never to miss it, because she was the real deal:  taunting, teasing, mocking, shouting, screaming and in general, making utter fools of all the Top Gear hosts — especially Clarkson — and then backing it up with matchless displays of driving skill around one of the world’s deadliest racing circuits.

Here’s a tribute to Sabine from, well, everyone who ever knew her professionally.  And here’s Part 1 and Part 2 of her audacious challenge:  that she could drive around the Ring faster in a Ford Transit van than Jeremy Clarkson had done in a Jaguar.

I loved loved LOVED Sabine Schmitz, and I am going to miss her terribly.