Mini-Roundup

I know I swore off news roundups a while ago, but sheesh… oh, and no links because I don’t want to waste anyone’s time.


...thanks, but we have enough anti-Semitic socialist assholes over here already.  Also, drunks.


...he was old.  At that age, it doesn’t matter what killed him, because it could have been anything from a list of hundreds.


...JHC.


...oh, no, say it ain’t so.


...and whose fault is that?  [hint:  postal workers union]


...okay, that one contains a link.

And that’s it.

Easy Choice

During some international womyns’ soccer competition being played in Strylia, seven members of the Iranian team ran away and sought asylum.

Apparently, five of the women, when given the choice:

a) go back home to Iran where you will be beaten for not wearing a head covering, run the risk of being blown to bits by one of the Great Satan’s bombs, be forever a second-class citizen, be married off to some random stranger;  OR
b) stay in Australia,

…decided to take option a).

Says it all, really.

Protestor Molestor

When it comes to addressing an unruly crowd of nasties, I’ve always thought that this would be the best method.

However, times change, and it’s tough to find an M4 Sherman in good running order these days.  So what to do, what to so?

Sent to me by Mr. Free Market, a handy tool indeed (video).  I especially like the lyrics.

My suggestion:

  • Let loose three or four of these against your average Pantifa / eco-terrorist / anti-ICE demonstration.
  • Follow up with fire trucks to hose away the residue.
  • Streets look neat and shiny again.
  • Repeat as necessary.

It’s the same principle as the first idea, but it has to be cheaper, more easily deployed, etc.  I’m trying to find a reason to argue against the above, but cannot.

Perhaps my Kind Readers can assist?

Monday Funnies

And on a similar note from yesteryear:

So on we go…

And to end on a somewhat more cheerful note:

“Please Sir:  can we have some more?”

And if that’s not enough to carry you off into the week, you need help.

Not Long To Go

According to SOTI, the oldest mass shooter in U.S. history was age 72.

I turn 72 on Ammo Day in November this year.

Coincidence?  I guess it all depends what happens in the world, whether I miss it by thismuch  or hang on for a year or two and go for the record.  Right now it seems unlikely that I’d shoot the works prematurely, so to speak, because I’m quite enjoying all this Trumpy goodness and the Marxist wailing.  But later on?

Factors that could influence this event:  Democrats cheat their way into winning the Presidential Election in 2028 and immediately call for universal gun confiscation or whatever (see:  Virginia’s new gun control law as a starting point).  The problem with this scenario is that assuming I live that long, I’d be up against some fierce competition — and that’s just among my Readers.  Gawd knows how many other irascible Olde Pharttes are out there who would prefer to take out a few (okay, lots of) Commies rather than let their lives end gradually in the excruciating pain of [insert Fatal Senior Ailment here].

As SOTI also said:  “Right now, a lengthy prison term seems less like a deterrent and more like a paid vacation, with free medical.”


Note to the Perpetually Fearful:  this whole post was a joke.

Or maybe not.