Thoughts On The Maduro Business

Look, I’ll come right out and say that if anyone needs to be kidnapped at dead of night and black-bagged on board a U.S. Navy ship to face a trial for all sorts of unspeakable bastardy, that Commie rat VenezPres Nicky Maduro would rest comfortably in the top ten.

What amazes me is that with all the domestic bastardy we have right here in the U.S. of A., why does it seem to be easier to arrest someone in South America than to do the same to, oh, Somalian fraudsters, Congressional thieves… and ne’er-do-wells like [pause to take a deep breath]  George Soros, Barack Obama, Eric Swalwell, Ilhan Omar, the Clintons etc. etc. etc.?

In other words, can we at least start to get some of the well-known local assholes into orange jumpsuits before venturing into furrin countries?

Because — and here’s a parallel thought — I have to say that unless the DOJ has some serious goods on Maduro, and by this I mean evidence of actual crimes that he has committed against U.S. citizens, I’m profoundly uneasy that we can just grab the leader of a foreign state, bring him Over Here and book him.  (I know, there’s the Noriega Precedent for this kind of thing.)

I mean, what’s BritPM Keir Two-Tier Starmer?  Chopped liver?  Surely he should have been ahead of Maduro on the list of kidnappees?  [pause to let the storms of applause from my Brit Readers die down]

And if we’re going to nab Maduro for shipping the eeeevil droggs to the U.S., what about the Mexican drug exporters?  (Okay, maybe they’re better-protected than Maduro, but still.)

All that said, if one of the end goals of this action is to make the other South American assholes (like that Colombian Commie tool) uneasy about their future prospects, then I can see why Generalissimo Trump dun wot he dun.

Alternative

I read this little exchange with some interest:

Then, of course, you have the Kim Solution© to protect the citizen journalist and prevent him and his crew from being unjustifiably attacked by the Fuzzies:

Armed bodyguards

Even in Minnesodah, private citizens are allowed to hire licensed bodyguards for their own protection.

Of course, our intrepid journalist could take a leaf from the Muzzy Terrorist Handbook, and just use this Gerstein buttwipe as a human shield… but no doubt some people will think that this is Too Much.

Whatever.  The real issue is what the DoJ is going to do about all this fraud and scamming.

And here’s a warning:  conservative folk are getting really pissed off by all this fraud and similar criminal behavior being uncovered, and the perpetrators not being  shot at dawn  arrested and charged.

Kash Patel and Pam Bondi:  the spotlight is now falling on you.

Bondi Reflections

Right up front, I’m going to say that I hope I’m never in a situation like one of the several mass shootings we’ve just seen.  I’m no hero, I’m too old for that kind of thing, and there are too many bad outcomes (for me) should I get involved with — i.e. by shooting back at — asshole gunmen on a spree.

That said, I also hope that if the situation is inescapable that I will have the gumption to perform my civic duty, i.e. by not running away and hoping that law enforcement will take care of everything, and doing my level best to end the threat.

I also hope I don’t get shot by the frigging cops, which is what seems to have happened in Sydney because to the untrained and panicked eye, the target becomes any guy holding a gun (or, in the case of the OzCops) and even standing next to the gun he just used, with his hands in the air.

What a shit show.

For those who think that I’m being silly to imagine such things happening, living as I do in north Texas:   let me remind everyone that there was just such a mass shooting at an outdoor mall in Allen, just up the road from my house, only a couple years ago.  (What makes it all the more chilling was that both New Wife and Mrs. Doc Russia had gone out shopping in Allen, and might well have ended up at the mall in so doing.)

So no:  if we’ve learned one thing from all this, it’s that this shit can happen anywhere.  And we would do well to be prepared to deal with it.

Once again, I’m absolutely not hoping that I get involved in some of this mayhem;  but at the same time, I will admit to doing some mental role-playing in my head, dredging up all the old “Coinops” (counter-insurgency operations) drills I learned back in those far-off days when we all carried muskets and bayonets.

One thing is for sure, though:  I will not be a helpless victim.