SGT Cindy Bronson has a message for her fellow Americans in case martial law is declared: “Understand that if active duty military actually get deployed within the United States, that weapon is not just going to be pointed at other people, other countries, it’s pointed at you.”
…and here’s what I’ll be pointing at you:
Anyway, challenge accepted.
At Breitbart News, Paul Bois talks about whether the foul Taliban will be able to use all the weaponry and materiel left behind by our incompetent military.
Frankly, that’s not the point. Nobody cares if the Turbans can use the stuff, what’s really worth discussing is why the military didn’t destroy all of it before they left?
I mean, we’re all chuckling ho ho ho as we watch videos of the Taliban trying to fly a chopper and not being able to get it off the ground; what’s not so funny is that the Iranians, Chinese and all the other assholes of the world are probably lining up to buy it all so that they can hack into the high-tech stuff, where that knowledge can be used against us in the future.
It is a monumental fuck-up, and every senior officer who allowed the equipment to be just left behind without destroying it should be court-martialed. Ditto their superiors who made no provision for doing so in their evacuation orders. But they were probably too busy making plans for Covid vaccinations of the troops and scheduling CRT lectures to bother, is my guess.
I have to quit now because blood pressure.
As the Year Of The Biden Shitshow rumbles on, I find myself in the curious situation of caring deeply about people getting shafted in, for example, Afghanistan, and not caring a shit about it all.
The reason for my glee is that I think the country is realizing — finally — that the Left has no clue. No clue about how to govern, about how to manage foreign policy, about formulating any kind of social policy that isn’t a rehash of failed socialist dogma not only of the past but of the recent past, and absolutely no clue about how to fight and win a war.
As a single individual, there’s pretty much nothing I can do about any of it, really. Al I can do is to chronicle and comment on the depths of scorn with which one can describe their flailing and ineffectual attempts to manage… well, everything.
Over the weekend, I read this article by Erik at No Paseran! in which he states:
[T]he members of the Biden administration, like the drama queens in all Democrat administrations, knows that the true enemies of America, of the planet, and of all mankind are not the Taliban, the Islamists, the Chinese, the Russians, the Soviets, the communists, etc, etc, etc.
The top pressing issue is to turn the United States government and the United States military against those whom all leftists, both in America and abroad, know are America’s, are humanity’s, true enemy — the Republicans, i.e, the American people who still believe in the country, in the flag, and in the Constitution. Also known as fascists, as Nazis, as Adolf Hitlers, and — to this administration — as “insurrectionists” and as “domestic terrorists.”
Of course, we conservatives have known about this forever — the principal weapon of the Left is to dehumanize and demonize their political opposition — so Erik’s comment is accurate indeed.
But for the first time in a long time I feel okay about it. And that’s because I just know that the Left is going to fuck that up just as badly as they’ve managed the withdrawal from Afghanistan.
(In passing, I see that the Biden Bunch have banned imports of Russian-made ammo and -firearms for a year. It’s a little late for that, assholes. Just about everyone who wants an AK-47, AK-74 or Dragunov already has one; there are shitloads of said guns still in people’s houses all over the U.S., and ditto for the various Russkie ammo calibers. The guys at Prvi Partizan, to name but one ammo manufacturer, must be ramping up production and hiring extra shifts.)
If what Erik says is prophetic, i.e. that after pulling us back from all “foreign entanglements”, the Democrat Administration and even the Democrat part of Congress will be devoting all their attention to suppressing conservative America, I’m just laughing.
Their attempts to jigger voting procedures in their favor have stalled or failed, and let us not forget they have to do it all before most of them get tossed out in the mid-term elections of 2022 (15 months, and counting down).
The other thing that makes me gleeful is that even if these assholes are successful in suppressing their domestic political opposition (unlikely), the Great Reset they’re always talking about is not going to turn out quite the way they expected. But by now, the Left should be quite used to the concept of unforeseen outcomes — the word “unexpectedly” is by now very familiar to them.
Bring it on, fuckwits.
Actually, a multitude thereof, and all in the same article.
Mulcahy, pictured, was only trialed in 2000 when Duffy confessed he had been his accomplice.
FFS, it’s not enough that “trialed” is now being used as a replacement for “tested”; now these illiterate assholes are using it instead of “tried” (in the judicial sense)?
It doesn’t end there:
From there, the police started to look for a man with a A blood type…
You mean “the” A blood type, of course.
To add insult to injury [sic] , there’s this:
“The other thing, and we’ve never made this public, is that a tourniquet was used”
Ahem. A tourniquet is a stopgap medical device to cut off massive bleeding in a wounded limb; a garotte is looped around the neck and tightened by turning a stick or piece of metal as a means of strangulation.
And their description of the murder weapon:
They thought that [the piece of wood] been used as an accelerator to burn the body. It wasn’t. It was used act fallen out of the knot that had been used to strangle Maartje.
Right now, I am not allowed to visit Britishland, which is probably A Good Thing. There would be murders at the Daily Mail offices, perhaps even by garotte (which would be fitting).
Gah. Where’s the Sipsmith?
Last Sunday was the Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance, whereby car enthusiasts converge on the famed golf course and drool over the various examples of automotive gorgeousity strewn around like a rich man’s carelessly-scattered diamonds on green velvet.
Here are a couple other examples:
Iso Rivolta:
Ferrari Pininfarina: 
And all was well in the land, until this little Wokist twerp got in on the act:
Let’s get two things cleared up before we continue. The first is that while the Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance is certainly far from the most momentous cultural event of the year, it is the most prestigious car show anywhere in the world. For a few days in late summer, the 18th fairway at the Pebble Beach golf course is the very highest point for any rich person who covets vintage cars, and the highest honor for any person working in the business of restoring classics.
The second is that Mercedes was not just a car company that was busy at work doing normal car stuff during the time in which Nazis were in power in Germany. Mercedes was an early and direct supporter of Adolf Hitler long before he took power, helping him out while he was still an outsider figure in Bavarian politics. When Hitler got out of prison in 1924, he got picked up in a Mercedes-Benz.
Ergo, says this girlyman, we should not have the 540K as the winner because it was driven by Nazis. Here’s the car in question:
And then this:
This is exactly how this car is seen in this world of the mega-rich: an encapsulation of “the optimistic mood” of Germany in 1934. Let us ask: for whom was this an optimistic time, and who is the kind of person who looks back on that time now, remembering its icons for their … optimism? Rich people, that’s who.
Wow… wealth envy and oh-so laudable “anti-Nazi” sentiment all wrapped up in a neat little bundle. Read the whole thing to get the RCOB that Longtime Reader Ken S. warned me I’d get, when he sent it to me yesterday. And I did.
Even better is that the writer suffers from the usual hypocrisy of his ilk, in that he owns a… Volkswagen Beetle, surely the most Hitlerish of all German cars of the 1930s.
So just for the hell of it, feast your eyes on a couple other examples of this eeeevil car:
And to hell with this wokist revisionism. Let’s just enjoy the automotive excellence.
Pity, though: I used to enjoy reading Jalopnik.
Oy. Once again, the bludde boileth overre. Guess why? Never mind, it’s the Daily Mail again.
PICTURED: Moment Kaley Cuoco’s stunt double is RAN OVER by a car
Give me a minute while I get a fresh cup of coffee.
I’ve ranted before about the Brit tendency to misuse tenses, e.g. “he was sat there” instead of “he was sitting there”, and now we have the latest manifestation, using “ran” instead of “run”.
In this case, the problem stems from fucking illiteracy ignorance of what is being omitted from the sentence: “…stunt double is (being) run over by a car.” Clearly, saying “stunt double is being ran over by a car” jars the senses — or maybe it doesn’t, in the post-grammatical world we now find ourselves in.
Just for the record, “ran” in this example is a transitive past-tense verb, i.e. “the car ran over the stunt double” (although it really should have run over both the writer and editor of this article). Similarly, it can be used without an object (“the boy ran away”) unless it’s used in a different sense (the man ran the company — i.e. managed the company).
Of all the times to run out of fuel for my flamethrower…