Category: Morons & Idiots

Here’s one that got my teeth chattering with rage:

The man who has become the face of the many brave deeds by everyday Australians during the Bondi Beach attack has revealed why he didn’t shoot back at the gunmen.

Ahmed Al Ahmed, 43, skyrocketed to worldwide fame after he risked his life when he wrestled a firearm from mass shooter Sajid Akram on December 14.

Police alleged Sajid and his son, Naveed Akram, opened fire on a Jewish festival celebrating the first night of Hanukkah at Bondi Beach.

Police fatally shot Sajid and wounded Naveed, bringing an end to the horrific attack, but not before 15 innocent people had been gunned down and dozens more injured.

At one point during the attack, Mr Ahmed snatched a gun from Sajid and pointed it back at him. He refused to shoot, despite having been shot five times himself.

Wait:  you disarm a guy who’s been shooting and killing total strangers, and instead of shooting the bastard dead with his own gun, you… let him go?

While in New York he was asked why he didn’t shoot when he had the weapon pointed at the gunman.

Yeah, I was kinda wondering that myself.

He said he didn’t pull the trigger because he was not seeking revenge. 

‘I didn’t shoot him because I was doing it as humility, to stop him to kill more innocent human beings,’ he said, adding that he was also not concerned for his safety, but rather the people at the beach. 

I hate to say this, you absolute schmuck, but letting him go simply allowed him to get another gun and shoot more people.

Your self-righteous “humility” came at the expense of more victims.

Let me tell you:  a guy shoots me half a dozen times or whatever, I somehow survive and get hold of his (still-loaded) gun… guess what happens next?

If you guessed “the asshole’s brains are suddenly exposed to the open air and parts thereof become fertilizer for the lawn he’s standing on”, get a gold star and collect your prize at the door on the way out.

“Oh no, I’m too good for revenge” my aching African-America ass.

I need to stop now before I get really upset.

Here’s a trend that should need no warning, but clearly one should be made:

Deaths on safari are on the rise, with several reports in the last 18 months alone.

The most recent case of this was in July 2025, when a British tourist and her friend from New Zealand were killed by a charging elephant during a ‘sunrise safari walk’ in Zambia.

In July 2024, a Spanish tourist was horrifically crushed to death in front of his screaming fiancee by an angry herd of elephants after he got out of his car to take photographs in a South African game reserve.

Two months prior to that, Lisa Manders, 70, from the US state of Connecticut, was killed by a hippo in Zambia, while out on a ‘bush walk’ during a dream safari trip with her husband Craig.

And in April last year, a crazed bull elephant attacked tourists on safari in Zambia, leaving an American woman dead, after chasing a safari truck for more than half a mile through a national park.

Earlier this month, terrifying footage emerged of an elephant flipping over a safari canoe and trying to crush a woman to death in the Okavango Delta in Botswana.

Folks, hear me now:  the African bush is a really, really dangerous place.  If there’s one thing that Africa excels at, it’s finding ways to kill you.  Whether sickness (pick one from a list of literally hundreds), insects like scorpions or spiders, reptiles like snakes or crocodiles, and most horribly, some of the animals above — any time you step outside a shelter of some kind, you are no longer the apex predator.

Just remember that all over Africa, professional hunters — even those who excel in bushcraft and are excellent shots with their large-caliber rifles — cannot get life insurance, at any price.  And if these tough bastards are likely to die from any of the above, vulnerable little you are going to be like a marshmallow treat to a lion, leopard or whatever.

Game watching in Africa is a glorious experience.  I’ve done it myself, more times than I can count.  But I always stayed in my car — hell, most of the time I wouldn’t even roll down the window — because when it comes to Things That Bite, I am the world’s biggest coward, and I admit it unashamedly.

And when it comes to hunting, I am an even bigger coward.  I’ve never hunted Cape buffalo, for example, because they scare the shit out of me — even more so than lions, where I’ve had some modest success.  In case you’re wondering, there’s a true story of a guy who whacked a buff, and when looking over the dead animal, found not only his but two “extra” bullet holes in its hide;  bullet holes that had healed, without affecting the animal’s health in any serious way.  (Turns out they were AK-47 7.62x39mm bullets, i.e. from poacher’s gun, which is instructive as to the inadequacy of using any light cartridge on these beasts.)

There is no amount of money that would get me into a canoe on any body of water out there in the African bush.

“Dangerous game” in Africa is not a misnomer, and the worst thing about African predators is how incredibly fast they are when it comes to getting their prey.  Sure, people have survived attacks before;  but as any African bookie will tell you, that’s not the way to bet.

And getting out of the safety of your vehicle just to get a close-up shot of an animal?  Sheesh, that’s why some smart guy invented the telephoto lens.  You would be quite safe inside one of those M1 Abrams tanks, of course;  but the minute you step outside to have a pee, you will become an instant menu item and Africa, most assuredly, will win again.

Via Ace of Spades, I see two lovely bits of information.  The second one comes first, and it involves swinging, but not the “ethical non-monogamy” kind.  We’re talking political swings:

Of course, my baleful gaze is immediately directed towards the bottom end of the chart, where the dying (not soon enough) Baby Boomers are still clinging onto their hippiedom:

Are you serious?

FFS, I’m 70 years old and I cannot conceive of any rhyme or reason why after all this time I would start wearing that old Che Guevara t-shirt again, or wearing a peace amulet and saying “Far out!” (except to embarrass my children, of course).

But if you look at pics of all the White morons screaming indignantly at ICE or whatever, they’re all grey-haired old farts waving their wrinkled arthritic fists in the air and chanting “Hey, hey, LBJ!  How many kids did you kill today?”  because their addled brains got all confused and they can’t remember the current idiotic chants because they forgot their cheat sheets (helpfully printed out for them by ActBlue) back at home, underneath their well-thumbed copies of the New York fucking Times.  Screaming old shrews and addled neo-Marxist fuckheads, the lot of them.

Not for the first time, I’m embarrassed by my own age group, and the sooner they all die the better.

And yes, I’ll gladly include myself among that number if it will help bring about the demise of the rest of them.

What we need is another Kent State Moment, but at The Villages this time.

Okay, I forgot the first piece of information from Ace’s post.  What was it again?  (It’s hard to remember when your senses are blinded by a Red Curtain Of Blood.)

Oh yeah, this priceless line:

Young Men Cannot Name a Single “Masculine” Democrat Except for Obama

LOL. If the most “recognizably masculine” figure in your political party is Barack Obama…

…you may as well rename it the “Womyn & Girlyboys’ Empowerment Collective” — oh wait, that’s what they are already.

Pathetic losers, they and their addled 65+ supporters.