Where Are They Now?

Via Reader Old Texan in his Friday email, I see this lovely little thing:

…which leads me to ask:  whatever happened to cap guns? 

I grew up with the things — I mean, that one on the pic could have been the one I had as a kid, except my gun’s ur-nickel plating was long gone through much pocketing and abuse.  And my poor mother had to deal with my constant nagging each Saturday morning (when I got my paltry allowance) to take me to the hardware store or drugstore to get five rolls of those excellent caps (which would last me till, oh, Sunday afternoon;  I haven’t changed much).

I’d assumed that they’d been declared illegal because eeeevil guns, and caps ditto because EXPLOSIVE MATERIAL!!!!  but I see that plastic ones (eeewww!!!), die-cast revolvers and even cap roll guns are sold through Amazon.  Sadly, the first two of these use “ring caps” which are terrible because boys can’t create mini-explosive devices out of them, as we did with the cap rolls when I were a Lad Of Extreme Mischief.  (I should point out that my Dad showed me how to do this, which says it all, really.)

But can you buy ring caps or paper roll caps through Amazon?  Silly rabbit, of course you can’t, no doubt because you have to fill out ATF Form #4376-5-3 or some such bullshit before such a sale can be “allowed”.

I think you can still buy the cap rolls at Tractor Supply stores and ring caps at Big Lots! (note: they are out of stock in both outlets).  But wait:  what have we here?  Aaahhh, Tin Toy Arcade to the rescue:

 

I have to say, though, that relatively speaking, those guns are Colt Python-expensive, for toys.  Especially when you can get the Real Thing for a little more than three times the price:

 
…and the plainer .22 LR-only version for little more than double:

…as used by Daughter as her first gun.

But let’s not go there.

I suspect, by the way, that societal pressure is forcing these lovely cap guns to be disappearing fast because We Cannot Allow Children To Play With Violent Toys.

What a load of old bollocks.

Therapy?

Oh good grief:

Will Smith has sought help in the wake of his infamous slap of Chris Rock at the Academy Awards.  Smith, 53, ‘has been going to therapy after the Oscars incident’.

Don’t need therapy, bro — just a testosterone injection will do the trick.

Bitch-slapping a guy for insulting your wife:  good.

Getting therapy to deal with fallout from said incident:  total pussy.

Be a man:  express no remorse and tell ’em all to fuck off.

Doing Nothing

I am curious to see My Readers’ response to this bit of bastardy, bureaucracy and pussification:

A homeowner was left disgusted after a stranger parked their Range Rover on his driveway for days.
Zekarias Haile, who lives a five-minute drive from Manchester Airport, said he waited four days for the owner of the grey car to return and pick it up. The 51-year-old man woke to find it abandoned on his driveway on Thursday and he suspects the cheeky owner had jetted off for a holiday from the nearby Jet2.com and Ryanair hub.
The father-of-two, who lives in Wythenshawe, Manchester, said: “Someone, without my permission, had put the car there and they didn’t care. I just went out and it was there. Then it was there Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday. On Monday morning when we woke up it was gone. I was very angry but I resisted doing anything to the car – just. I definitely didn’t feel alright about it. We couldn’t access our garden and we couldn’t take out our bins.”
Zekarias, a lecturer in Engineering at a college, called the police but was told it was not a criminal offence and there was nothing they could do. They said Zekarias’ car, parked on the road, wasn’t being blocked in so their hands were tied.

Okay, firstly:  what kind of asshole parks his car in another guy’s driveway and just takes off?

Secondly:   what kind of pussified man does nothing about the situation for four whole days?

Thirdly:  what kind of police force won’t have the car towed?

Finally, what would you have done in a similar situation?

Now Everybody’s Getting Involved

Where the hell were all you bastards when I was getting death threats and such back then?

Except that this take gives me an immediate Red Cloud Of Blood:

America’s feminized culture is the topic of Stephen Baskerville’s article, “Real Men Missing,” in the January issue of Chronicles Magazine. Over the years men have refused to step up to the plate and do the hard tasks that are often associated with masculinity. These include holding the line on moral issues such as illicit sexuality, profanity, and dishonesty, and showing true leadership in the family, workplace, and community. “American conservative men are now harvesting the fruits of [their] passivity,” Baskerville writes, as women have stepped in to fill the places of power that they have abdicated out of cowardice or indifference.

Baskerville, you cockless little dipshit.  “Conservative men” were not passive in the face of the appalling slide towards the liberal abyss — but when any of us did try to stem the tide, we were vilified, our families threatened with violence and ostracized until it became almost impossible for us to live.

Ask me;  I was fucking there, when academics like you were in the forefront of all the shit piled on us.  I lost not one but two jobs because of what I’d written on the topic, and a little help from so-called conservative academics might have helped a bit.  Oh wait, I forgot:  there aren’t any conservative academics, because you gutless fucks were the very first to submit to the wokist left-wing brownshirts in our colleges and universities.

By the way, I note that this Baskerville guy currently teaches  in Poland — I’m sorry, he’s “Professor of State Studies at the Collegium Intermarium” — probably because he had to flee the United States to a more conservative country which would allow him to write works like (deep breath) A Gentleman’s Guide to  Manners, Sex and How to Rule the World:  How to Survive as a Man in an Age of Misandry — and Do It with Grace.

I hate to tell you this, Prof. Baskerville, but the time for manners and grace has long since passed away.  Gentility is fine, but it’s not much good when you’re faced with a lunatic holding a Molotov cocktail over your child’s head.

Anyone who wants to see the reaction of the Left to someone even vaguely critical of their precious dogma should just see the hatred and opprobrium heaped on Tucker Carlson, surely the most genteel and polite of the conservative commentators.  I just wish that The View  would get someone like Bill Whittle or Larry Correia to debate them.  (Forget about me;  the whole show would be full of bleeps.)

I need to stop now before I get really angry.  I encourage everybody to read Baskerville’s essay in Chronicle  (as linked above).  He speaks some truths, to be sure, but he’s way off the mark in some of his other assertions.

Fuck all that.  The time for gentlemanly, mannered discussion and debate is over, O-V-E-R.  We’re going to debate like the Canadian truckers, gawd love ’em, or still more vigorously (TBD).  The Wimmyns and Girlymen are not going to enjoy the encounter.

Premature Ejaculation

Happily, I speak not using the current meaning of the word “ejaculate”, but from the Latin combination of ex  (out of) + iaculere  (throw).   So in the traditional sense, I mean to “exclaim” or “cry out”.  (Incidentally, the same is true of “exclaim”:  ex + clamare — to shout.)

And all because of this statement:

Sean Penn has claimed “cowardly genes” have led people to “surrender their jeans and put on a skirt”.  The actor was asked about his views on masculinity by the Independent, after stating that he “believes that men in American culture have become wildly feminised” in a prior interview.  Asked to clarify his comments, Penn said: “I think that men have, in my view, become quite feminised.”

Now, not that Sean Penn should be taken as an authority on anything, of course, but as Longtime Friend Trevor (who sent me the link) remarked:  “You were vilified for saying the same thing years ago.”  And indeed I was, when I published The Pussification Of The Western Male lo so many years ago.

What’s really interesting was that I was complaining about the girlymen of the 1990s;  the girlymen of today would make those guys look like John Wayne by comparison.

And rather than link back, I’ve decided just to re-publish the old thing under the fold: Read more

Pussification Continuation

Apparently, men’s access to female pudenda has a new set of requirements:

Ten years ago, baby-faced men were passed over in Hollywood for rugged looking stars with more traditionally masculine looks. But today more feminine-looking actors with delicate features, shorter stature and symmetrical faces are more in demand because they appear to younger viewers, experts claim.
Gen Z audiences are drawn to celebrities like Tom Holland, Timothée Chalamet and Harry Styles who embody a ‘brand of enlightened non-toxic masculinity’, according to beauty expert Laura Kay.

JHC.

I can only hope that this trend is confined to Britishland — and to be honest, Brit men (with a few notable exceptions) have always struck me as being somewhat effeminate.

Anyway, if the above is a general trend for Gen Z snowflakes all over the world, then good luck to them.  May they reap the rewards they so richly deserve.

But I’m more pissed off by the fact that my efforts to get my toxic masculinity back in shape have all been for nothing:

(photo may have been slightly altered, e.g. I don’t have a tattoo)