Unmasking

Let’s take the lace panties off this pork chop, shall we?

California woman arrested, accused of trafficking weapons for Iranian govt

The lace panties would be the “California woman” appellation.  In fact:

On Saturday, 44-year-old Shamim Mafi was detained at Los Angeles International Airport (LAX).

According to First Assistant U.S. Attorney Bill Essayli, Mafi, a California resident, was charged with brokering deals involving Iranian drones, bombs, and ammunition that were allegedly intended for Sudan.

In addition to the accusations, authorities say records linked her to Iran’s Ministry of Intelligence and Security. Court documents indicated that the ministry allegedly provided instructions and funding for her to establish a business in the United States to operate from.

Here’s the pork chop:  this Iranian tart is in fact an Iranian government mole, involved in all sorts of subversion and other Fifth-column activities.  She’s a “California woman” only in terms of her place of residence — she is apparently a resident alien and not a U.S. citizen  — but the term used is just a figleaf to conceal her true nature and activities.

I’m just surprised that One America News used the figleaf in their headline — it’s normally the Left who use such nomenclature in referring, for example, to a criminal rapist illegal immigrant as “a Maryland man”, and so on.

Note to OAN:  Stop doing that.

Ohhh We’re Fwightened

Here’s an interesting one:

German security officials have warned that the conflict between the United States, Israel and the Islamist regime in Iran could result in terror blowback across Europe.

Specifically:

The chairman of the Bundestag’s Parliamentary Control Committee (PKGr), which oversees Germany’s intelligence services, warned on Sunday in comments reported by Die Welt that “retaliatory measures” by pro-Iranian regime terrorists, including “sleeper cells in Europe”, could not be ruled out.

Perhaps if you hadn’t thrown your borders open to all and sundry, there wouldn’t now be any Islamic “sleeper cells” in Europe for you to be afwwwwaid of.  (Oh wait… stopping wholesale immigration would have been regarded as “rayyyycisssss” — or however you say that in Krautspeak.)

Well, your own EU governments lit the fire under the cauldron in which you were all playing so nicely together, so enjoy the burning.  You fucking incompetent and treasonous assholes.

At least one would hope that European “security forces” (ha!) will finally have a real bunch of terrorists to hunt down and control, instead of concentrating all their effort and budgets on the (non-existent) threats from “the Right” and “fascists”.  Yeah, don’t hold your breath waiting for that to happen.

Say hello to the real fascists, Euroweenies.  Couldn’t have happened to a nicer bunch of statists.

Final Bondi Beach Reflection

So as far as I can make it, the Bondi Beach Hanukkah massacre can be summarized as follows:

  • Muslim terrorist assholes open fire on some Jews having a quiet picnic
  • Uniformed Oz cops cower behind cover until it’s safe to come out
  • Some brave (non-cop) people disarm said terrorist assholes, some dying in the attempt
  • One of said brave people gets shot dead by an Oz cop who has finally plucked up the courage to come out from cover
  • Terrorist asshole gets shot dead by undercover cop, other TA gets shot by someone else but sadly, survives
  • The OzGov decides that all this killing is the fault of Teh Eeeevil Guns, and promises still more gun control laws…
  • …going after guns and not radical Muslim organizations who are (as we speak) training to perpetrate still more of the reindeer games.

I think that covers all the salient points, but here’s da fax for you to judge for yourselves.

Oh, and remember:  unlike the hapless Oz populace, feel free to arm yourselves against the day that this shit happens in your neighborhood.

 

More Bondi Beach Reflections

A story has come out about the OzCop who is supposed to have shot and killed one of the Muslim terrorist assholes, ending at least that one’s participation in the fun and games.

Some salient facts:  the gun was a Glock (model unknown), and the guy took his shot from just under 50 yards and dropped the dirtbag.

That’s some good shooting, or else just very lucky.  (That’s why we shooters concentrate on shooting 3- or 5-shot groups:  do it once, fine;  do it again, good;  do it five times, now we’re talking.  Consistency takes luck out of the equation.)  Consider the pic:

Couple of comments:  Note that Our Hero did two things that helped him:  he took cover behind a hefty tree, and used the trunk as a rest.  (If he’d made a 50-yard kill shot offhand, I’d have to go with a 60% luck factor unless he was a highly proficient handgunner with maybe some competition experience.)

As for the tree, it’s a well-known fact that a thick tree trunk will stop the vast majority of calibers, and as anyone will tell you, if you’re going up against a hostile shooter, cover is essential because the less of you he can see, the better chance you have of surviving.

Anyway, all’s well that ends well.  It’s just too bad the other asshole wasn’t shot and killed as well.

Light Posting

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.)

No Halloween Surprise… This Time

Well, well, well… so some Muslim yoofs were planning to launch their own little version of the Bataclan attacks in Paris, only in and around Dearbornistan in Michigan.

The suspects codenamed the attack day “pumpkin,” leading investigators to believe that the planned attack would be carried out on Halloween, when bars and nightclubs would be full of partiers.  The suspects, who are all under 21, allegedly “sought guidance from the father of a local Islamic extremist ideologue” on when to conduct their attack.

The suspects allegedly scoped out sites of potential targets for their attack in September. According to the criminal complaint, the suspects drove past numerous bars and clubs in Ferndale, which is just north of Detroit, and is known as a go-to party spot for gay people.

If found guilty (and according to the charges, their guilt seems pretty conclusive), these little scrotes should be executed and buried in pigskin.  Yeah, the Muzzies would hate us for doing that.   Breaking news:  they already hate us.

And I don’t want to hear about how these would-be killers are just kids.  What they were planning was a very adult activity, and they should be treated as the violent criminals they planned to be.

Oh, and by the way?  That “father of a local Islamic extremist ideologue” can be added to the list, him and his son both.

Fucking bastards come to our country and want to play their little reindeer games on our people?

Kill them and deport their entire families, whether they’re U.S. citizens or not.  Enough is enough.