Category: Two-Minute Hate

Disgusting People

Prank Reward

Two-Minute Hate, Vermin

Via Insty, I saw this little story, was enraged, and then started a Happy Dance:

The saga began at a Michigan grocery store, where Walt was simply trying to finish his job stocking frozen pizzas when two social media pranksters decided he would make a convenient target for their next viral video.

One of the young men approached Walt and politely asked him for the time. Walt, apparently unaware he was about to become somebody else’s entertainment, pulled out his phone to check.

That’s when the prankster held his own phone near Walt’s device, played a fake Apple Pay transaction sound, and pretended to steal money from him.

“I just took $10,” the prankster announced. “I just took your money,” he continued, laughing.

Walt wasn’t amused. “My life is hard enough as it is, okay? I don’t need this crap,” he told the prankster.

Naturally, the hooligan retreated to a common defense. “Bro, bro, it’s just a joke! It’s just a prank.”

But Walt wasn’t having it. “I got kids at home that went to bed without me right now! I was supposed to be off an hour ago! I gotta wake up at 5 in the morning and do 10 more stores!” he exclaimed.

The prankster attempted another apology. “I’m sorry, bro, chill. We’re just filming a video, it was just a joke—”

And that’s when Walt really let him have it. “No, you don’t! You’re probably making money off of this! I can’t even pay my god***n mortgage! And I got four kids at home! So not funny!”

That was my RCOB moment.

But then the story got better — much, much better.  Read it all to get the full naches.

My main point is this:  Walt should be lauded for his patience.  Had those two little cocksuckers pulled that prank on me, I’d have fucked them up (with extreme violence).

Here’s thing about pranks.  They aren’t funny, and they are most certainly not a joke.  Their purpose is to publicly humiliate people who, by and large, don’t deserve it.  With the explosion of online “content creators” [spit], this bullshit is getting way out of hand because unlike with most pranks, the audience is not just people in the immediate vicinity of the prank, but (potentially) the whole fucking world.

I need to stop now, before I get really angry and say something I might regret.

The article didn’t provide a link to Walt’s GoFundMe page, but here it is.  Feel free to show your support.

Asterisk Time

Muzzies

The brilliant Kathy Gyngell outlines her skeptical opinion on Islam:

[Islam] is a religion born as an adjunct to conflict. Whereas early Christians, long before their faith had acquired political status, were prepared to die for their personal and spiritual commitment to Jesus Christ, the first followers of Mohammed rampaged through the civilised world, killing and enslaving whole populations of Christians, Jews and Persians as they imposed their power.

Even discounting the fact that religious conflict in Britain has hitherto been within the bounds of Christianity, there is something about Islam which sets it apart from the equally alien faiths of the Hindus and Sikhs: not simply its claim to be the final, incontrovertible word of God, but its apparent inability to draw a line between God and Caesar in public life.

As I’ve said many times before, Islam is not merely a religion.  It is a socio-economic system that allows no alternative, no opposition and by its very name, demands submission.  It has a system of laws (backed by religious precept) that sets out, violently, to replace whatever other system of laws exist in its proximity.

It is long past time that we drew a line in the sand, and applied an asterisk to the First Amendment.  Islam does not deserve Constitutional protection as a religion, especially as it would, if it could, abolish that very Constitution and replace it with the ultra-intolerant shari’a.

No.  Enough is enough.

It’s time for a Constitutional convention whereby we can address this issue once and for all:  ban the practice of Islam in the United States and, if necessary, implement the denaturalization and deportation of its followers.

And just so we’re clear on the concept:  my First Amendment right to express the above opinion would be subject to imprisonment and eventual execution under shari’a.  Which is precisely why we need to prevent its implementation, through our Constitutional method.

Once Again, A Simple Solution

Government Thugs, Rights, The Gun Thing, Two-Minute Hate

We all knew about this disgusting abridgement of our rights, but here it is in black and white:

Rep. Michael Cloud, R-Tex., sent a letter on Tuesday to President Donald Trump urging action on a centralized registry of guns and gun owners that, according to Gun Owners of America (GOA), violates multiple federal statutes. 

Cloud argued the database violates the 1986 Firearm Owners’ Protection Act and congressional spending bans on centralizing records or searching them by name.

“No one in their right mind can look at ATF’s digital, searchable 1.4 billion record database of firearm transactions and tell me that isn’t a gun registry. Several federal laws prohibit gun registration, so it’s truly shocking to see how ATF has disregarded the will of Congress here,” Aidan Johnston, GOA Federal Affairs Director told Just The News.

According to Johnston, the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives’ (ATF) digital database, managed by the National Tracing Center in West Virginia, has surged to 1.4 billion records, a significant increase from the 920 million records reported in 2021. 

The database contains various forms of identifying records such as firearm transaction records, names, addresses, and serial numbers. The records are primarily digitized from paper forms when gun stores go out of business, which happened at an accelerated rate under the Biden administration due to its zero-tolerance policies.

The ATF hides behind a definition:

…the ATF claims this is a tracing system rather than a registry.

Of course it does.  This ignores (uh huh) the fact that it’s a de facto  registration device — just an unintended consequence rather than a feature rather than a bug.  And as for the database’s apologists:

The ATF did not provide documentary evidence that traces from these records have produced successful violent-crime prosecutions.

Needless to say, avoiding the danger of appearing on said database just requires gun owners to utilize ummm impromptu purchasing methods (e.g. the “Texas transfer” and going to a nearby ELGS*).

Not that I would ever do anything like that to avoid appearing on the ATF’s “tracing system”, of course.

You all know the “simple solution” of this post’s title, don’t you?

Abolish the fucking ATF in toto, fire (not transfer) all its agents and bureaucrats, and burn the National Tracing Center to the ground.

*ELGS:  Evil Loophole Gun Show (coined by Rachel Lucas)

Oppression By Bureaucracy

Anti-Gun Nannies, Foreign Affairs, Rights, Shootin' Time, The Gun Thing

It’s not often I get an email that creates both sadness and almost-ungovernable rage, but Reader Bruce sent me this:

Last week, on one of the saddest days of my life, I went to a local police station and handed over my three rifles for destruction by the “Commissioner of Police”.

They were nothing special: a B/A Savage 320D in .22 Hornet; an Anschutz .22RF 1451 Sporter (with custom fibreglass stock); a Savage Model 12 .223 Varmint heavy barrel (in a custom fibreglass stock). But they were MINE! to me, they represented something: that society had accepted me as a responsible human being. I obsessively hand loaded for the Hornet and .223, seeking the best performance each was capable of.

So why did I do the unthinkable?

Firstly, my wife and I “downsized”. We moved from a suburban 4 x 2 on a huge lot into a 3 x 2 apartment close to the river. And then came the first cruncher. By law, my firearms had to be kept in an approved gun safe, bolted into brick or concrete on two surfaces. And the only place for that in our new abode was in the lock-up roller door garage. Uh-uh … the law says it has to “be under the main roof” … and it isn’t. My safe was “grandfathered” anyway. Had I bought another firearm or had one of mine rebarrelled, I would have been compelled to buy a new “approved” and vastly more expensive safe. So I had nowhere to store my guns (or ammo, for that matter).

Secondly, I have been a competitive target shooter for 51 years, from air pistol to pistol to full-bore to rimfire. I am nationally qualified as a Range Officer. I was, until I let it lapse, a qualified Commonwealth Shooting Coach. I have been able to use my rifles competitively and for hunting, quite legally. Not so now. If I want to use them competitively, I have to get “another” licence category for them, and compete a regulated number of times per year. Once they are so classified, I can no longer use them for hunting or vermin control. The reason? Our the Minister for Police declared that target firearms are likely to have lightened triggers and are not “safe” to use off a range.

My dilemma. Give up plinking or bunny busting or fox shooting, or give up competition. OK, so I’ll just use them for the former and forego competition. Problem. I can only shoot on “approved” properties. My friend has a farm. I can shoot there, provided he registers me every year on an internet portal with the police department. If his neighbour wants me to shoot a few foxes on his property, I am not allowed to unless he also registers me electronically. Oh, and calibres are limited by the size of the property you have permission to shoot on.

And so I handed them in. I have owned a firearm (or more than one) since 1967. I’m pleased to say I’ve never done anything dangerous or even vaguely illegal with any of them. And to now be told that I can’t have them unless I jump through bureaucratic hoops hurts. Deeply.

My point? DON’T GIVE YOURS UP! Fight the bastards until you can fight no longer.

Note that gun ownership can be ended simply by incremental “reasonable” gun control regulation — e.g. guns must be stored in a safe —–> safes must be encased in brick walls (an almost impossible condition to meet for most people, which is the point of such bastardy).

Bruce, my friend:  if you ever make it to Texas, I’ll organize a Schutzenfest for you with some of my fellow Texans, at a place where we can bang away all day without fear or apprehension.  As for guns… let’s just say you’d be overwhelmed by choice.