Talking about this little adventure:
“We need a total immigration moratorium and a complete ban on all African, Islamic, and Third World migration to this country forever.“ — Christian Heiens
Amen to that.
And I don’t care about how !raycissss! this sounds. What’s at stake is the future of our civilization and our national principles — and I’m not exaggerating, either.
Probably coincidence, but….
…and:
WTF?
Anyway, in the first case, the punishment should be a simple one: whack his (exposed) pee-pee.
In the second case, the punishment should be equally simple: whack his pee-pee with a machete.
Some may think this is too Krool & Hartless, no doubt. I disagree. Dousing the asshole with gasoline and setting him on fire — now that may be a little K&H, although it does agree with the “make the punishment fit the crime” dictum.
The transgender gunman who murdered his mother and brother before killing six people in the second-deadliest school shooting in Canadian history is seen happily gripping a rifle in a disturbing photo.
Jesse Van Rootselaar, 18, opened fire in the library at Tumbler Ridge Secondary School in British Columbia on Tuesday afternoon.
A female teacher was killed, alongside three girls and two boys aged between 13 and 17.
The shooter took his own life at the school. He killed his mother, Jennifer, and brother, Emmett, at their home beforehand, CTV News reported.
Photos show the teen looking somber at a birthday celebration and eating a meal with family – but then happily holding up a rifle.
So much to note here, over and above the fact that the tranny shooter was a disturbed adolescent psycho (as so many of them are). Psychos are gonna go psycho, and there doesn’t seem to be much we can do about it.
Of interest are some of the factoids surrounding the shooting itself, or rather the reaction to it. Here’s one:
The Royal Canadian Mounted Police described the suspected shooter as a “gunperson” in a press conference on Tuesday’s attack at Tumbler Ridge Secondary School in British Columbia.
Ah yes, politically correct speech as always. As the Bee noted, “Policeperson describes shooter as gunperson.”
Next, as any fule kno, all the gun control laws, regulations and the fuzz were useless and couldn’t prevent this attack:
The shooter, who was transitioning to female, used a handgun despite the freeze on handgun sales and transfers.
Police indicated the alleged shooter used a handgun and a long rifle. The type of long gun has yet to be made public by police, but the Associated Press noted, “The Canadian government has banned more than 2,500 makes and models of assault-style firearms in recent years.”
The ban includes “more than 1,500 models” of firearms then-Prime Minister Justin Trudeau made illegal on May 1, 2020.
Canada has a firearms license requirement, but the alleged shooter lacked a valid license. He had a license that expired in 2024, according to police.
Canada also has a red flag law yet, even though the alleged shooter was known to police, he was able to have two guns in his possession on Tuesday.
Ironically, police had attended the suspect’s family residence on multiple occasions over the past several years, dealing with mental health concerns of the suspect.
None of which laws worked in their intended purpose. Looks like the dead tranny just used Daddy’s guns to kill Mommy and Bro before heading off to school for the grand finale.
There’s no other way to look at this: Mentally-disturbed teenager gets hold of gun, perpetrates horrific crime in a school. And the unpleasant part: there’s nothing anyone can do about it, either before or after the fact. There’s a cogent reason for “during”, mind you — an armed guard presence in schools, which may or may not help at least contain the killings — but nobody (except for some school administrators in the southern U.S. states) seems to be willing to entertain that suggestion.
So there are going to be more.
From this article, describing some dumbass trying to live out a childish insurrectionist fantasy:
“[He’s] probably just realizing that his mouth wrote checks his ass is going to have to cash.”
Priceless.
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.
Sorry about the paucity of posts today, but I was busier than a $5 whore during Fleet Week yesterday, only not engaged in any sexual congress, of course. (New Wife is out of town, and I’m just too damn old for such shenanigans.)
Anyway…
What kept me busy yesterday was that after seeing the news for the past few days (Bondi Beach Escapades, Brown University Learning Experience, Turtle Island Liberation Fun & Games, etc.), I decided that it was time to up my game.
Now should any trouble come to my door, so to speak, I am reasonably confident that I could give a good account of myself in the sense of repelling boarders. (Cue the Son&Heir: “Pity the fool.” )
But even though I don’t leave the house to drive around that often, the fact is that I do occasionally have to venture out Where The Wild Things Are. And if the past week has shown us anything, it’s that The Wild Things can be just about anywhere. I mean, if the International Asshole Set is going to sprinkle bullets around Bondi fucking Beach, FFS…
…so I decided to fortify the old Tiguan (just went over the 140,000-mile mark, it did) with something a little more than my 1911 and backup trunk gun. Ergo:
Yup, if I’m going to have to own a damn Mattel gun chambered in 5.56 poodleshooter, then what better location for it than as a replacement for Ye Olde Trunke Gunne (of ancient vintage and slow rate of fire)?
One would think that I would have in my possession the proper-sized gun bag to hold the poodleshooter, but this proved not to be the case [sic] when I went rummaging around in the Gun Accoutrement Closet — don’t ask — because all I had on hand was a collection of gun bags suitable for scoped bolt-action rifles and shotguns, which were all hopelessly too long.
So… off I went to find a suitable carrier, dimensions: 36″x12″. (I know, I could have just ordered one online, but I prefer to shop for stuff like this in a store so I can handle the thing and check it out for durability, defects, etc.)
Oy.
One thing I knew for sure is that I do not want to look like some tacticool G.I. Joe:
…because apart from making me look like an idiot, those things are a.) too damn expensive, b.) too heavy and c.) too easily visible through the car windows, tinted though they are.
What I wanted, therefore, was something akin to the above, but smaller and black. But “hen’s teeth” and “honest politician” are the mots justes when it comes to those size/color specs.
So what did I end up getting? This, a Ruger 10/22 “Flagstaff”:
It’s actually 40″ long, but what that does is allow me to stow the first (of several) spare mags in the toe of the thing, which makes the loaded bag more balanced to carry.
All I have to do is apply some matte black spray paint over the red bits, and I should be good to go.
So to speak.
(For those interested in such minutiae, my “load out” is 100 rounds, i.e. what you see there plus three other 20-round mags in the bag’s pockets. Way I see it, if I were to need more than a hundred rounds — plus whatever I carry on me for the 1911 — then I won’t have been doing my job properly and deserve to die.)